My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points-Chapter 222 - 125: Dust Settles, Replanting the Failed Severed Finger

"Can he, he really performs that many surgeries each month all by himself?" Doctor Shan was struggling to even articulate properly.

With two assistants and two nurses, it was already quite impressive that she could complete five hundred surgeries a month. In reality, her monthly average number of surgeries hovered around four hundred.

Everyone else was also shocked by this figure.

Now they finally understood why Zhou Can was so extraordinary.

Because the number of surgeries he actually practiced in a month was more than many resident doctors would in a year.

As for these Level 2 medical students, many had not even touched a scalpel, let alone had the chance to stitch up skin more than two or three times. To perform a surgery independently was something they didn't even dare to dream of.

Compared with Zhou Can's practical experience, they could only look up to him as a lowly reptile gazing at the stars in the sky.

"As far as I know, it should be the case."

Director Shen's gaze turned to Zhou Can, hoping he himself would confirm it.

With his true capabilities laid bare by Director Shen, Zhou Can gave a somewhat shy and awkward chuckle and said, "Actually, it's not as exaggerated as everyone thinks! They're just some simple Level 1 surgeries."

In fact, if Director Xie did not suppress him, he might already be overwrought with Level 2 surgeries.

"You really did more than twelve hundred surgeries a month! You're amazing!"

Doctor Shan couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up.

That number was truly impressive.

"Doctor Shan, since the difficult issue here is resolved, I will head back to Operating Room 2. That sternotomy is highly risky, and I can't put my mind at ease if I don't keep an eye on it."

Director Shen came in a rush and left in a rush as well.

Before leaving, he gave Zhou Can a profound look, his eyes brimming with affection.

Cherishing talent is a trait many leaders share.

Director Shen is a Director Level orthopedic surgeon, and upon encountering a young doctor with exceptional talent, he took a genuine liking to him.

He couldn't help but feel the desire to mentor such talent.

Though he didn't say much when leaving, his look indicated that he would likely take it upon himself to train Zhou Can in the future.

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After Director Shen left, the surgeries still had to continue.

One could sense that Doctor Shan's trust in Zhou Can had clearly risen to new heights.

Not only did he entrust him with the task of isolating the blood vessels.

Zhou Can was also involved in several important steps of the subsequent surgeries.

He even performed an anastomosis on a blood vessel.

However, Zhou Can's anastomosis was somewhat inferior compared to Doctor Shan's.

It is an Advanced Medical Skill.

She hadn't reached the Chief Level yet either.

She was currently performing at an excellent Resident Doctor level.

Zhou Can felt a bit ashamed; he only reached a lower tier of Resident Doctor level.

Mainly because in Level 1 surgeries, there's almost no blood vessel or nerve anastomosis. This Advanced Medical Skill had come to a standstill for him.

He wasn't in a hurry, himself.

As long as he got his medical practice license, he would be able to participate in Level 2 surgeries.

By the time they finished the femur bone graft surgery, it was already past seven in the evening.

That's how it is in the operating room, the closing time is flexible.

You can't leave until the day's surgical tasks are completed.

"Hard work today, everyone. All six of you performed very well, and I will give fair assessment based on your actual performances. You may all leave for the day."

Doctor Shan's comment was pleasing to hear, but the Level 2 medical students knew that the only one with a stable promotion was Zhou Can.

As for the others, it depended on the performance of the other two groups of Level 2 students.

The next day, Zhou Can was still tagging along with Doctor He in the hospital ward.

Different from when he was an intern, now he had to learn to handle many things independently. Doctor He was extremely attentive to this promising prospect, eager to teach him everything he knew without reservation.

Speaking of teaching without reservation, a bit of explanation is necessary.

Ordinary medical knowledge, surgical skills, and techniques and strategies for solving common diseases are typically taught without reservation to junior doctors by their senior counterparts.

But some unique, secret techniques, the core skills to treat various complicated diseases, are almost always passed only to 'clothed disciples' and 'direct disciples.'

This is the norm in almost all hospitals at home.

For many young doctors, from day one of their internship, the goal is to ingratiate themselves with a deputy director-or a director-level physician that matches their specialty.

Although the success rate is not very high, being noticed by a physician of such rank can light up one's future, even if not as a 'clothed disciple' but merely included within their circle.

At least in that director's specialty area, you would gain valuable teachings.

How much one can grasp and learn is then up to individual fate.

Some interns or Level 2 students, with little ambition and timid by nature, seek to please only those senior resident doctors upon working in a large hospital.

These individuals, without exceptional talent, are very likely to become just another member of the ordinary medical workforce.

It's tough for them to achieve any significant accomplishments in their lifetime.

Zhou Can realized this very early on. So during his internship, he maintained a balanced approach towards Doctor Fang, the chief resident doctor—neither offending nor fawning.

Later, when participating in that Level 3 surgery with Deputy Director Liu, once he spotted a chance to gain his favor, he didn't hesitate to make his move.

Even at the risk of offending the chief resident doctor Doctor Fang, he didn't care.

This was his strategy for growth.

As the saying goes, a general doesn't bother to swat flies with his sword. If you seek to grow tall, don't compete with the grass.

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