Chapter 10: Watch My Performance

Chapter 10: Chapter 10: Watch My Performance

Qee Sheng, who was standing to the side, finally found a chance to speak up. He reminded them, "Mr. Liu, in the operating room, we’ve only prepared a single right hand for Xiaoyan to dissect."

"You see..."

Before Liu Jin could respond, Yu Suye parted her lips and said softly, "I only need a single finger."

She continued, "I can suture the main blood vessels or nerves for a severed finger reattachment. I’ll just need Mr. Qin to provide some guidance."

The moment she said this, Liu Jin and Qee Sheng asked in unison, "You’re already capable of participating in a severed finger reattachment surgery?"

Surgeries like limb reattachments demand an extremely high level of experience and technical skill from a doctor.

Without over ten years of clinical surgical experience, it’s very difficult to qualify for such a high-precision, cutting-edge procedure.

Yu Suye shook her head. "I’ve only done some practice on my own. I haven’t participated in a similar surgery before."

Liu Jin nodded with a look of understanding. ’That’s more like it,’ he thought.

Although the Yu Family was known to pour vast resources into training their younger generation, they wouldn’t rush their development and have them participate in surgeries far beyond their capabilities.

That would be extremely irresponsible.

Just then, Yu Youhai spoke up smugly. "To be honest with you all, while my Su Ye hasn’t officially participated in a reattachment surgery, she did practice on a crab-eating macaque not long ago."

"And the result of the surgery..."

He looked at Liu Jin provocatively and declared, "A successful reattachment!"

Liu Jin’s face darkened, and he snorted coldly. "What’s there to show off? It was just a lucky success on an animal."

"At their age, the most important thing is to build a solid foundation of skills. That’s the only way to build a skyscraper."

"In a moment, when you see my student’s dissection technique, which I’d call sublime, you’ll understand..."

"AHEM... AHEM..."

A sudden cough interrupted Liu Jin’s words, followed immediately by Qee Sheng’s voice.

"They’re here. You two should stop bickering like children."

At the sound of his voice, Yan Feifan turned his head toward the stairs.

There, a woman of average height with graying hair appeared in his line of sight, flanked by a lady who looked to be in her fifties or sixties and a young woman in her twenties.

Yan Feifan recognized her instantly.

The woman in the middle was Qin Ying.

But compared to the Mr. Qin in Yan Feifan’s memory, she had changed immensely.

Not only had her once-black hair become mostly white, but her slightly puffy face was also covered in fine wrinkles.

Seeing Mr. Qin like this now, Yan Feifan thought that if he told a stranger Mr. Qin was in her sixties instead of her forties, they wouldn’t doubt it for a second.

What shocked Yan Feifan even more were Mr. Qin’s eyes.

The piercing gaze he remembered so vividly—one he hadn’t dared to meet directly—was gone.

The eyes Yan Feifan saw now were not just dull and lifeless; they were unfocused, as if she had lost interest in everything.

Seeing her approach with heavy steps like a walking corpse, Yan Feifan felt a pang in his heart. He met the expectant gazes of Liu Jin and Qee Sheng and gave a firm nod.

"In this pathetic state, she doesn’t have the slightest air of a famous doctor."

Hearing this sudden comment, Yan Feifan felt a headache coming on.

Seeing that Yiyi had popped up again without a sound, Yan Feifan said wearily, "This is a critical moment. Can’t you just behave?"

Yiyi ignored Yan Feifan, sizing up Mr. Qin who had just walked over. She shook her head in disappointment. "If I ever ended up like her, I’d just lie down on a dissection table and put my body to good use."

"Living on is just a waste of food..."

"Mr. Qin!"

"Mr. Qin..."

The chorus of greetings made Yan Feifan quickly ignore Yiyi’s presence and give Mr. Qin a slight bow.

Qin Ying didn’t respond to Liu Jin’s and Yu Youhai’s greetings. Instead, she lifted her eyelids and looked at Yan Feifan.

"You must be the young genius Dr. Qee praised to the high heavens, right?"

Yan Feifan nodded lightly.

Qin Ying turned to Qee Sheng and said, "Let’s get started. Don’t let all these people waste their time on my account."

Qee Sheng quickly agreed, then pointed to Yu Suye and introduced her. "Ah, Qin Ying, this is Yu Suye from the Yu Family of Jingcheng. She’s a standout among the Yu Family’s younger generation."

He added, "She’s the same age as Yan Feifan and is already an attending physician at Baining Hospital."

"According to Mr. Yu, Yu Suye has already successfully performed a severed finger reattachment on a crab-eating macaque."

To everyone’s surprise, upon hearing this, Qin Ying’s previous indifference vanished. Her gaze suddenly fixed on Yu Suye.

"To be able to successfully perform a finger reattachment on a monkey, your fundamental surgical skills must be quite impressive, I presume?"

Faced with this suddenly stern gaze, Yu Suye was stunned for a moment before replying, "Several of my elders have said that my technical surgical skills are the best they’ve ever seen among young doctors."

"Just the best among the youth?"

Qin Ying snorted lightly. Her gaze shifted to Yu Suye’s hair, and she suddenly asked, "Your hair is very well-maintained. May I have a few strands?"

"Hair?" Yu Suye was confused.

Seeing Qin Ying take the initiative for once was a rare sight for Qee Sheng, and he quickly said, "Yu Suye, it’s just a few strands of hair. It won’t hurt you."

Yu Youhai also chimed in, urging, "Su Ye, hurry up and give Mr. Qin a few strands!"

Yu Suye saw her uncle, along with Qee Sheng and Liu Jin, all looking restless, as if they were ready to yank the hair out themselves if she refused.

She quickly grabbed a lock of her own hair, gritted her teeth, steeled herself, and gave it a hard yank...

With a sharp pain on her scalp, Yu Suye ripped out no less than ten strands of her own hair.

She struggled to maintain a calm expression as she held them out. "Mr. Qin, the hair. Here."

Qin Ying took the hair and noticed the follicles on several strands were red. She couldn’t help but say, "You could have used scissors, you know."

Seeing the corner of Yu Suye’s mouth twitch, Qin Ying turned to Qee Sheng and said, "Prepare two microsurgery stations."

"We won’t look at anything else today. I’m just going to test their fundamental skills."

As she spoke, she held up the dozen or so strands of hair, each thirty to forty centimeters long, and continued, "The test is this: split a hair in half, lengthwise!"

Yan Feifan was quite surprised to hear this.

The hair of East Asians is relatively thick, with a diameter mostly between 80 and 90 microns, and rarely exceeding 100 microns at its thickest.

’To split such a thin hair in half?’

The finest surgical needles in the world today have a diameter of 30 microns.

However, limited by their own experience and technical skill, the vast majority of surgeons can only suture tissues like blood vessels, lymphatic vessels, and nerves with a diameter greater than 500 microns, or 0.5 millimeters.

But Yan Feifan had once read a medical report about Mr. Qin.

The report stated that Mr. Qin had managed to suture blood vessels and nerves at the 100-micron level, successfully completing a severed finger reattachment for a newborn infant.

Completing six to eight sutures on a blood vessel barely thicker than a strand of hair was, naturally, an order of magnitude more difficult than splitting a single hair lengthwise.

Analyzed this way, the fundamental skills test proposed by Qin Ying wasn’t so outrageous after all.

At that moment, Yiyi appeared before Yan Feifan again.

"Yan Feifan, if you don’t have confidence in yourself, why not temporarily hand over control of your body to me?"

Yan Feifan snorted in his mind. ’Yiyi, get lost. You’re not that much better than me.’

Yiyi insisted, "Although our techniques come from the same source, I can eliminate all external interference like emotions."

"With this procedure, you know, the slightest slip means failure."

Yan Feifan analyzed calmly, ’I may not have practiced this specific procedure, but it’s just a test of fundamental abilities like hand-eye coordination, precision, and steadiness.’

’In the world of consciousness, I’ve rehearsed procedures far more difficult than this countless times.’

’When you have the right skills, you don’t need to fear any variation in the test.’

He said with great confidence, ’Yiyi, just stand aside and behave yourself. Watch my performance...’