Is there no limit to this doctor's skills?

Chapter 29 A Special Birthday Gift!

It was 6:20 PM.

After having dinner, Guo Ziyuan and Huang Zhao took a car back from Pi District.

Huang Zhao declined the offer of a ride from the director of the orthopedics department at Beiqu People's Hospital and chose to continue taking a taxi back to Changqu.

In the back seat, Huang Zhao's eyes were deep, and his tone was low and brooding: "Are you really planning to send your teacher a tofu cake?"

Guo Ziyuan chuckled, "Master, isn't its advantage in being both cheap and unique?"

"Look, carving tofu into the shape of a two-tiered cake and adding the words 'Happy Birthday' costs less than twenty yuan."

"My teacher was happy to see it too."

Guo Ziyuan's reasons are certainly valid.

The best gift you can give your parents is to live happily and joyfully.

The best gift you can give a teacher is to strive for improvement and to keep striving for improvement.

Through debridement techniques, tofu can be sculpted into irregular three-dimensional structures, a skill that only our newly promoted attending physicians can achieve.

Carving tofu into three-dimensional characters requires the skill and debridement technique of a highly skilled attending physician in our hospital.

Guo Ziyuan chose to give this gift mainly to express his intention—I want to pass the special exam.

After spending several days together, Huang Zhao could clearly see the speed of Guo Ziyuan's progress.

Looking back in this way, Guo Ziyuan's previous statements no longer seem like boasting.

Huang Zhao: "Then I'll accompany you for a few more days..."

"I'm currently compiling teaching materials and can't be with you all the time."

"Next, I'll see where it would be most appropriate to put you to learn the basics."

Upon hearing this, Guo Ziyuan quickly offered advice: "Yishi is my hometown; I know that place well."

After thinking about it carefully, Huang Zhao did not refute Guo Ziyuan's words.

Five days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Saturday, April 9.

The seventh day of the eighth lunar month.

In a private house near Hubei Provincial People's Hospital, Liu Guanghui was carefully preparing to package gift boxes and personally folding the decorations on the boxes by hand.

At the same time, he glanced sideways toward the table in the living room.

Senior apprentice Guo Ziyuan stood firmly in a horse stance, slightly bowed, holding a willow-leaf knife in his hand, meticulously carving tofu.

Beside Guo Ziyuan, the advisor, who looked even more robust than Guo Ziyuan, casually strolled around with his hands behind his back.

Occasionally, a voice would pierce through: "Wound cleaning isn't about practicing your knife skills; it's about practicing your hand first, and practicing your hand first involves controlling your hand."

"Once you have control over your own hand, then think about controlling the knife. The knife is a concrete vehicle through which you use your hand to express your thoughts, ideas, actions, and directions!"

"It is the pot in the cook's hands, and the carving knife in the sculptor's hands."

"To master the knife for three-dimensional letter carving, you must first have the shape and appearance of the letter in your mind, and then, based on your understanding of the carving process, reproduce the process and details one by one in the specific operation."

"The difficulty isn't in memorizing how to sculpt three-dimensional letters, but in being able to translate your memory and understanding into reality."

"Lower your hand a little!"

"There's no need to deliberately fixate on..."

Liu Guanghui's hand movements as he folded flowers gradually slowed, his eyes filled with a dazed and envious look.

In fact, the advisor had also given him some pointers today.

However, after giving instructions for a while, he realized that "elementary school students" were too difficult to teach. He was only suitable for teaching students with a foundation, so he sent Liu Guanghui away from the control panel.

While Liu Guanghui was still lost in thought, Guo Ziyuan sighed again: "Master, I didn't control it well again. Let me try again!"

Huang Zhao was very patient: "Hmm... no rush, too much of a good thing is bad."

"Wound cleaning is a skill, a healing technique, not a common equivalent that you would use as a gift."

"If your goals are too specific, the actual execution will also be distorted."

"Let go of these thoughts!"

Liu Guanghui's gaze darkened, as if he couldn't reconcile the old man who had berated him like a grandson with the kind old man before him.

"So be it, I won't suffer any loss." Liu Guanghui mentally prepared himself.

Time passed slowly.

After lunch, I continued practicing.

After dinner, I continued practicing.

Before we knew it, it was 8:20 p.m.

Finally, just as Guo Ziyuan finished carving the last character "乐" (le), he also set the time.

8:20:49.

Liu Guanghui shouted, "Senior brother, it's done!"

"We succeeded."

He seemed happier than Guo Ziyuan.

Guo Ziyuan's right hand trembled slightly after he withdrew the scalpel.

Today, he worked for nine hours straight without a break except for eating, drinking, and using the restroom. He felt that his muscles had reached their limit!

This kind of basic skill practice is different from performing surgery.

There are many surgical procedures, not just debridement, but also suturing, and other procedures that can change positions and cause different muscles to tense.

Debridement involves repeatedly "working" the same few muscles, so how can it not be tiring?

[Consumes 6 skill points, Wound Cleansing (Mastery 18% → Mastery 20%)]

Cleaning (15% specialization) is the basic threshold for carving tofu into three-dimensional characters.

Current skill point balance: 2 points.

However, the difficulty of carving the words "Happy Birthday" varies.

Guo Ziyuan finished carving the two characters for "birthday" yesterday, but the two characters for "happiness" are still not quite there yet.

So today, the advisor came over again to give him "extra training".

"Master, he looks much better now." Guo Ziyuan put down the scalpel in his hand and looked up to ask Huang Zhao for instructions.

Huang Zhao stood with his hands behind his back, his body hunched over, his chin raised, and his eyes squinted.

After watching for a while, he slowly nodded, then straightened up and continued with his hands behind his back: "I'm going back. You guys handle the rest yourselves."

"I only recently rented this house."

"If you two are willing, you can pack up and make do with this place. The conditions and environment should be better than the dormitory," Huang Zhao said as he left.

"Huh?" Liu Guanghui was stunned upon hearing this.

No, Master, you're even paying for your senior brother's rented house?

When did students at the Provincial People's Hospital start receiving this kind of treatment?

I've been here for a year, but it turns out to be a fake provincial hospital.

Huang Zhao didn't explain to the two of them and left as soon as he went out.

Liu Guanghui continued to look around the living room. There was nothing special in the living room except for the necessary furniture, the workbench, some basic medical operating instruments, and a medical equipment sterilizer.

Guo Ziyuan was also stunned. By the time he came to his senses, the advisor had already entered the elevator and gone downstairs. He didn't have time to chase after him.

But Guo Ziyuan still chose to chase after him: "Liu Guanghui, pack your things up, I'm going to see the advisor off."

"Okay, senior brother!" Liu Guanghui nodded naturally.

Huang Zhao was not walking fast, and before he even left the residential area, Guo Ziyuan caught up with him.

Guo Ziyuan quickly smiled ingratiatingly and asked, "Master, are you planning to leave today, or will you not be coming for a while?"

Huang Zhao's expression remained calm: "Your basic skills and experience are still lacking, and I can't spare that much time to train you every day."

"After you've gained some experience at a prefecture-level city hospital and solidified your basic skills, I'll show you what surgery is like."

"It's been a long time since I've taught a student your age."

Guo Ziyuan knew that before his advisor was about to retire, Ding Xianqi had helped supervise his master's and doctoral students.

Huang Zhao didn't want to mentor newbies at all; he was only responsible for mentoring "veteran students" like Ding Xianqi.

"Okay, thank you for your help, Master!" Guo Ziyuan felt relieved after confirming that there was more to come.

Huang Zhao paused, then said, "Since you know that diabetic foot is a serious condition, I won't go into its importance."

"Currently, there are not many research groups across the country willing to put in the effort to study this disease."

"You can gradually develop in this direction."

"If you can make it your own unique feature, then what you said and thought before could come true."

"Don't bite off more than you can chew. Eating what others have already chewed up will only keep you from going hungry, but it won't get you any fatty meat."

"Secondly, the patient does need it."

"If doctors are ignorant, patients should die. You said that," Huang Zhao patted Guo Ziyuan on the shoulder and then left.

Guo Ziyuan stood still, the streetlight shining directly on him!

Guo Ziyuan's shadow was round, and at the same time, something was also weighing on his shoulders.