Overpowered Resident Doctor

Right now, five scenes were playing simultaneously in Yan Feifan’s mind, replaying footage of Dr. Chen Yu treating different patients’ injuries at high speed.

In all five scenes, Mrs. Chen’s expression was focused, but there was nothing particularly remarkable or unique about the way she handled the procedures.

But Yan Feifan knew that was only on the surface.

Tendons heal slowly and are under high tension. This means the severed ends must be sutured together perfectly, leaving no gaps or misalignment.

Furthermore, the contact surfaces of the suture must not be wrinkled. Wrinkles could lead to keloid scarring, which might result in chronic pain.

For these reasons, the technical demands of tendon suturing are exceptionally high.

There was also the fact that a sutured tendon needs to be immobilized in a cast for at least two to three weeks, preventing external forces from disrupting the healing process.

Adhesions could easily form during this recovery period.

Yan Feifan knew for a fact that patients with tendon injuries treated by Mrs. Chen almost always regained full function. Moreover, tendon adhesions were extremely rare during their recovery.

Treating tendon injuries was a point of great pride for Mrs. Chen.

’There must be something unique about this seemingly ordinary procedure.’

’I must have missed something!’

Having still found nothing, Yan Feifan replayed the footage of Mrs. Chen’s procedure once more...

But once again, he came up empty-handed.

Yan Feifan calmed himself and tried to focus.

’After my own three-hundred-and-sixty-degree, exhaustive analysis, I still haven’t found anything. It’s highly likely that...’

’Mrs. Chen really doesn’t have a unique technique.’

’Otherwise, it would be impossible for not even the slightest clue to have surfaced.’

’Knowing Yiyi’s personality, if she’d noticed anything at all, she definitely would have popped up to taunt me.’

’If even she didn’t spot anything, then there really must be nothing to find.’

’Analyzing it from this angle, could it be that Mrs. Chen’s method is a case of "great skill appearing clumsy," a return to simplicity? Is the simplest way truly the best?’

Chen Yu found it quite amusing to watch Yan Feifan. He would sometimes furrow his brow, sometimes purse his lips, his head bowed deep in thought.

She didn’t rush him, simply waiting quietly to the side.

A few minutes later, Chen Yu saw the tension in Yan Feifan’s brow suddenly release. She asked with keen interest, "Figured it out?"

Yan Feifan nodded, his voice brimming with excitement. "When it comes to suturing tendons, technique isn’t the most important thing. It’s the ’feel’."

"For example, the resistance as the needle penetrates, the force fed back when you tighten the suture, the pressure applied when tying a knot, and so on."

"And all of that comes from the analysis and summary of day-to-day experience."

He met Chen Yu’s gaze and said with great confidence, "Director, the essence of your so-called master skill isn’t some unique technique or method at all. It’s the experience and ’feel’ you’ve built up over many years."

"Isn’t that right, Director?"

Hearing this, Chen Yu was genuinely astonished.

"Feifan, you’ve surprised me yet again. I never thought that even with my deliberate misdirection, you’d figure this out so quickly."

She sighed, "It’s a shame. Some of my assistants and students still privately believe I’m intentionally holding something back. They think I’m being selfish, worried about that old saying: ’Teach the apprentice all you know, and you’ll starve the master.’"

Chen Yu added with a sigh, "There are no shortcuts, and there’s no such thing as a silver-bullet technique that works for everything."

"A so-called ’secret technique’ is nothing more than a method that has been forged and refined through countless trials until it perfectly suits the individual surgeon."

"That is something you can only discover and master on your own."

Chen Yu offered another piece of advice, "For an average surgeon, fundamental suturing techniques remain crucial. With their limited abilities, they must rely on established techniques to achieve the best possible surgical outcomes."

"But for a gifted surgeon, technique is merely a tool that comes naturally, used to achieve whatever outcome they desire."

"One is confined by technique, while the other transcends it. That is the difference between an ordinary doctor and a famous one."

Yan Feifan said very seriously, "Mrs. Qin pointed this out as well, during the very first lesson she taught Yu Suye and me."

"Mrs. Qin said we need to develop suturing techniques that are suited to us, and not..."

Chen Yu cut him off, her expression souring. "Kid, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?"

"You know perfectly well that Dr. Qin Ying and I don’t see eye to eye, yet you deliberately bring her up right when I’m getting into the swing of teaching you?"

Yan Feifan quickly explained, "Director, no, it wasn’t on purpose."

"I just felt it was a case of great minds thinking alike, and it naturally reminded me of what Mrs. Qin taught me before."

Chen Yu huffed and turned, walking toward Treatment Room 5.

"You brat, if your work on this patient’s tendons isn’t completely to my satisfaction, you can just forget about that business with Yu Suye..."

The patient before Yan Feifan was a thirty-five-year-old woman.

She had previously suffered a severe injury to her left hand.

It had been nearly a year since her operation. While her left hand’s recovery was considered good, she still had difficulty bending and straightening her pinky and ring fingers, and they were accompanied by a faint, persistent ache.

After conducting a detailed examination, Yan Feifan confirmed there was a problem with how the tendons in her pinky and ring fingers had healed.

He would have to make an incision and assess the specific situation before deciding on a course of treatment.

It was like opening a blind box—he wouldn’t know what he was dealing with until he got inside.

However, Yan Feifan was well aware of the various complications that could arise from poor tendon healing and had already formulated a treatment plan for each possibility.

He was confident that, with his skills, even if the outcome didn’t reach Mrs. Chen’s level, he could still guarantee an eighty or ninety percent success rate.

Once the local anesthetic took effect, the scalpel in Yan Feifan’s hand made its incision...

「A little after 8 p.m.」

Having finished dinner, Su Ru toured the Affiliated Hospital, accompanied by Yu Suye.

Su Ru saw medical staff, patients, and their families bustling about everywhere. She commented thoughtfully, "It must be incredibly busy working here."

"That boy probably doesn’t have any time to take you shopping or out to eat, does he?"

"Just look at him now, not even hurrying over to see me!"

Yu Suye giggled and came to Yan Feifan’s defense. "He’s studying under the director of trauma surgery at the moment, so he can’t get away."

"Mom, did you know?"

Yu Suye said with a face full of pride, "Besides Mrs. Qin, the hospital’s vice president, the director of neurosurgery, the director of plastic surgery, and the director of trauma surgery have all officially taken Feifan as their student."

"He’s the darling of the entire Affiliated Hospital."

Hearing this, Su Ru asked, "Su Ye, have you thought about it? He’s so highly valued here; do you think the Affiliated Hospital will ever let him go?"

"Would he even be willing to leave?"

"How are you two going to live together in the future?"

Yu Suye said nonchalantly, "Why does he have to be the one to leave? Can’t I be the one who stays?"

"Life here is fulfilling and busy. This is what a hospital is supposed to be like."

Su Ru was taken aback.

’This daughter of mine is truly a lost cause,’ she thought. ’Nothing has even happened yet, and she’s already planning to sacrifice herself.’

’It seems I’ll have to change my approach and find a way to make a breakthrough with that little bastard instead.’

Just then, Yu Suye’s phone rang.

"It’s Feifan. He must be finished with his work."

Yu Suye explained to her mother before answering the call.

"Feifan..."

"What? I need to be ready at a moment’s notice in the next few days because I’m going to be the lead surgeon for a finger reattachment operation?"

"Oh, Feifan, you’re the best! I’ll give you a proper reward when I get back, hee hee..."

"Oh, Feifan, I have something to tell you."

"My mom’s here. She’s at the hospital right now and wants to meet..."

Before Yu Suye could finish, the call abruptly ended.

She tried calling back, only to hear the automated message: "The number you have dialed is switched off."

’What the hell? What’s going on?!’