My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points

"Director Tan, Director Yin, thank you for standing up for me last time. This favor, I will keep it etched in my heart forever."

The risk they took was offending a vice dean for his sake.

Zhou Can definitely had to respond in some way.

Even if he was not able to repay them now, verbal thanks were a must.

That's the least one can do to be a decent person.

If others went out of their way to help him in a big way, and he showed no gratitude, surely it would make the helpers feel disheartened.

Next time something happens, others wouldn't come to his aid.

"It's a trivial matter, not worth mentioning."

Director Tan waved his hand.

"I just don't want to see a talented kid's potential get wasted, that's all!"

Director Yin Hua stated his position with a neutral tone.

Both of them were not the sort to help others expecting something in return.

On one hand, they genuinely appreciated Zhou Can, both his humanity and his medical talent. On the other hand, human nature is such that the majority of people are inherently upright and kind.

Within their abilities, they were willing to lend Zhou Can a hand.

"Xiao Zhou, it's been a while since that incident. I hope it hasn't affected you much?"

Director Tan asked with concern.

"It's been fine, I've moved on from it a long time ago."

Zhou Can's personality was fairly optimistic.

To say he harbored no resentment at the start would be a lie.

But Vice Dean Bai had apologized to him and offered compensation, and Dr. Shangguan had a change of heart, becoming good friends with Zhou Can.

By now, Zhou Can had long let it go.

"Moving on is good! You also shouldn't hold any grudges. One day, if you are in a high position and need to consider the future and destiny of the entire hospital, you might make the same decision. To the hospital, inconveniencing a resident is almost negligible. But the loss of a leading figure in a discipline is too great. It's like walking down the road, encountering a fifty-pound iron block and a fifty-pound gold block, and you can only carry one with your strength. Naturally, you'll forsake the iron and do everything possible to take the gold."

Director Tan wasn't entirely sure if Zhou Can had really let it go.

He patiently explained the reasoning.

"I understand."

Zhou Can nodded again.

Everyone knows the truism, but when such unfairness befalls oneself, there are probably very few who would willingly accept it.

Gao Jian also came over to greet him.

"Zhou Can, long time no see!"

"It's been quite a few weeks since we've seen each other. You look so confident, your medical skills must have improved significantly, right?"

Zhou Can responded with a smile.

"Ah, don't mention it."

Gao Jian sighed deeply.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Can wasn't sure if Gao Jian was just putting on an act of misery.

"My traditional surgery skills are not bad, and I have some talent. But when it comes to practicing interventional procedures, my hands are as clumsy as pig trotters."

Gao Jian looked disdainfully at his own hands.

"Haha, your analogy really does not hold back! Interventional surgery is more complex, you've only been practicing for a dozen days, do you expect to reach a director-level proficiency? Calm down, take it slow!"

Zhou Can laughed and consoled him.

However, Dr. Xu had once said that having a talent for traditional surgery doesn't necessarily mean one has a talent for minimally invasive surgery.

Gao Jian might only have a talent for traditional surgery.

If that's true, it would be such a pity.

"Maybe I'm just too eager for quick success. I'll take your advice, calm down and give it another try."

Gao Jian nodded in agreement.

"Alright, I have to go work with Dr. Xu now, see you!"

Zhou Can saw that Dr. Xu was almost at the door of the conference room and quickly followed.

Dr. Xu seemed to have some social aloofness.

Other doctors, even those with a little status, were constantly trying to expand or maintain their social circles.

Dr. Xu, however, did not interact with anyone.

He could understand his feelings.

Falling from a high position will undoubtedly create some social barriers.

It's awkward to call those who used to be of lower status than him brothers. Interacting with peers, they might not play along, and it's easy to find himself unwelcome.

Thus, aloofness becomes his best self-protection.

"Teacher, can you tell me now what Director Hu meant by holding onto hair?"

Zhou Can caught up and asked.

"Check if the hair in your hand is still there."

Dr. Xu said without turning back.

Zhou Can raised his hand to his eyes, carefully examining.

"How could it be gone?"

He was surprised to find that the hair he had been holding was no longer there.

"Mine's gone too!"

Jin Mingxi, after checking, found himself in the same situation.

"Do you know why it's gone?" Dr. Xu looked back at them meaningfully.

Zhou Can thought back carefully.

"It must have been when I went to thank Director Tan and Director Yin. At that time, my attention was on the conversation with them, and I didn't notice the hair in my hand."

Jin Mingxi sounded somewhat disheartened. "I don't even know when it fell. After holding it for a long time, I just forgot about it."

Dr. Xu seemed to have anticipated this outcome.

He indifferently said, "Would you lose it if you were holding a gold necklace or a priceless diamond?"

"Definitely not."

Both shook their heads in unison.

Such valuable items, anyone would take seriously.

"That's right! Hair is insignificant and worthless, so from the moment you held it, you wouldn't take it seriously. Whether it's lost is of no concern. Also, due to its fine size, the probability of loss is higher."

Now that Dr. Xu mentioned it, it really was true.

Because it was never considered important, losing it was just a matter of time.

"Director Hu held a strand of hair in each hand specifically to train concentration. You must always maintain a high level of attention to ensure the hair isn't lost. When performing surgery, you need to stay highly focused, or it's very easy to fail. A minor surgery might take just ten or fifteen minutes, half an hour to complete."

"If it's a complicated major surgery, it may take more than ten hours, perhaps even longer. Not many can maintain such a high level of mental focus for that long. Most people begin to lose concentration after about thirty minutes. They start feeling fatigued and want to relax for a while, to take a break."

Having heard this, Zhou Can and Jin Mingxi finally had an epiphany.

Their respect for Director Hu Kan only grew.

Who would have thought that simply holding still and clutching a strand of hair could simultaneously train two fundamental surgical skills?

Is this the legendary simplification to original purity?

In martial arts novels, true masters can often simplify complexity, winning without moves, returning to simplicity.

It seems the practice of surgical abilities for doctors follows the same pattern.

Yet, many surgeons spend their entire career within the level of chief physician, never exploring the higher realms of surgical capability.

"Do you now understand the purpose behind Director Hu holding two strands of hair?"

"We understand!"

Both nodded in unison, feeling greatly enlightened.

However, Director Hu's special training method is already a profound basic surgical skill.

One aspect is to practice hand steadiness, and the other is to train long-term concentration.

"Teacher, then how long can Director Hu maintain holding two strands of hair without dropping them?"

Zhou Can was very eager to know how strong Director Hu was.

"I'm not quite sure about that. But there was a major surgery where we had several teams working together for over eighteen hours. The part that Director Hu was responsible for took around thirteen hours. He maintained full concentration the whole time, and I never saw him rest. Both his stamina and attention were astonishing."

Dr. Xu recalled before speaking.

That's terrifying.

To persist for thirteen hours straight, who among ordinary people can achieve that?

Zhou Can admitted to himself that he could concentrate for at most forty to fifty minutes before his attention would scatter. If a surgery lasted more than three hours, he would feel mentally exhausted and his mind would grow foggy.

It seems he must learn from Director Hu Kan and consciously practice these advanced foundational surgical skills.

"Teacher, how did you develop your swift surgical technique? Share with us!"

Zhou Can really dared to ask anything.

Dr. Xu sustained the world's fastest surgery time for the same type of operation, which was certainly not a simple feat.

And the so-called "Summit of Surgical Scalpel," Wu Baihe, would probably have his own unique tricks too.