My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points

Chapter 1504 - 606: Team Unity and Out-of-Town Patients Seeking Treatment (2)

Zhou Can’s face was ice-cold, with no trace of an apology.His attitude was even tougher than Du Leng’s.

"You... don’t think I’m scared of you just because your status in the hospital is higher than mine. If you don’t give me a clear explanation today, I’ll make a huge scene if I have to. Worst case, I’ll just quit this damn job."

Like most men, what Du Leng could least tolerate was his wife being bullied by another man.

He knew his status was far beneath Zhou Can’s. If he wanted to make a fuss over this, he had to be ready to risk everything, to pull the emperor off his horse.

"If you want to make a scene, go ahead. If I’m scared of you, I’m not surnamed Zhou."

Zhou Can really wasn’t afraid of Du Leng stirring up trouble.

He was clean and upright, hadn’t done anything wrong at all. What was there to be afraid of?

This kind of insinuating, irresponsible snapping at people like a mad dog couldn’t possibly cause any real damage to Zhou Can. It was just best avoided if possible. After all, if things blew up, mud falling into your crotch—whether or not it’s shit, people will say it’s shit.

When that time came, Zhou Can would more or less be affected.

There wouldn’t be any real punishment, but his image would definitely take a hit.

That would be bad for his future promotions and advancement.

"If you want your wife to stop crying, it’s simple—hurry up and sell your BMW. That’s my advice to you."

Zhou Can actually turned it around and made a demand of him.

"I waited over forty minutes for you, and that’s the ’explanation’ I get?" Flames shot from Du Leng’s eyes, his expression twisted and ferocious.

"What else did you think? I don’t repeat myself. I’ve already told you how to get your wife to stop crying. Whether you sell it or not is your own business. I do have to warn you—man is the pillar of a family, you have to act within your means. If you don’t have the strength, no matter how hard you slap your face to puff it up, you’re still just a fake fat guy."

With that, ignoring Du Leng’s man‑eating look, Zhou Can opened the door and left.

There were still two major surgeries in Cardiothoracic Surgery waiting for him to take the lead.

He had no spare time to waste here with Du Leng.

...

The next day when Ma Xiaolan came to work, her attitude toward Zhou Can was obviously a bit cold.

During work, she hardly said a word to him.

Zhou Can didn’t care.

Qiao Yu and Jiang Wei noticed everything. After work, the two of them dragged Ma Xiaolan out for coffee.

Normally, according to the usual routine, after work Jiang Wei would go on rounds with Zhou Can, offering suggestions on nursing and nutritional support for many key patients.

This was one of the main reasons the medical quality in the Emergency Department’s inpatient ward kept hitting new highs.

Four days went by like this.

On the fifth night, a little after ten, Zhou Can received a message.

It was from Ma Xiaolan.

Just two random words, "thank you," followed by a teary‑smile emoji.

These past few days, aside from necessary work communication, Ma Xiaolan had hardly spoken to Zhou Can at all. Her attitude toward him was extremely cold.

Now she suddenly sent such a message late at night, which really baffled him.

Since he had no idea of the background or reason behind her message, he didn’t reply.

The next day when he came on duty and had just entered the operating room, Ma Xiaolan beamed at him and chirped, "Boss, morning."

"Morning!"

Zhou Can nodded back, only thinking that this woman’s heart really was like a needle at the bottom of the sea.

A few days ago she’d been icy cold, treating him like an enemy.

Now she’d suddenly changed her face, and the familiar Ma Xiaolan was back.

The look she gave him, besides the same warmth as before, carried an extra hint of indescribable respect.

He didn’t know why her attitude had suddenly flipped one‑eighty, but Zhou Can felt it was a good thing. Team unity was extremely important.

Don’t look at Ma Xiaolan as just a circulating nurse who could be replaced, not very senior and only average in skill; as long as she was on his team, there were naturally many places where she’d be needed.

Even such a small circulating nurse could influence the success or failure of a surgery.

"Boss, I’ve decided not to have an abortion. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me and my family."

Ma Xiaolan took the initiative to say to him.

"I didn’t do anything. You don’t need to thank me." After speaking, Zhou Can’s gaze swept over everyone.

He clearly noticed smiles on the faces of Qiao Yu, Jiang Wei, and the others.

The team’s cohesion had clearly improved.

Even the medical assistant Yang Zhi was, rare for him, showing a happy smile.

It seemed everyone liked being in a united big family.

The day’s surgical work quickly got underway.

Now, Zhou Can basically only handled the high‑difficulty and complex surgeries among Level 2 operations, plus Level 3 operations.

Ever since he’d grasped the second layer of the Stable Knife Technique’s mysteries last time, his surgical speed had actually slowed down.

Especially for critical steps in some fine operations, sometimes connecting a single nerve could take him one or two hours, even longer.

At first, Dr. Xu thought there was something wrong with Zhou Can’s state.

Later, when he saw that all the nerves and major blood vessels, even bone grafts, that Zhou Can handled achieved very ideal outcomes, he gradually accepted Zhou Can’s "slowness."

Still, watching his only apprentice suddenly stop on the fast‑knife path and veer toward the stable‑knife route did leave Dr. Xu somewhat disappointed.

Any teacher would hope there’s someone to carry the torch.

To pass on their knowledge and skills and see them flourish—that was their greatest comfort.

What Dr. Xu might not know was that Zhou Can was actually walking a path of his own.

He was currently in the Second Realm of the Stable Knife Technique—after "seeing the mountain as a mountain," he was now in the stage of "seeing the mountain not as a mountain."

Once he fully grasped the true meaning within and returned to simplicity, he would step into the true fast‑knife realm. And he’d be able to retain the stable‑knife traits, achieving both speed and stability.

However, reaching this level was extremely, extremely difficult.

The day he truly did, his surgical level should be enough to rank among the absolute top in the country.

If by then all his other medical skills reached Level 7 or above, that would be something else. He might directly become a world‑class super doctor, unprecedented and unmatched, maybe even ranked number one in the world.

"Dr. Zhou, there’s a patient outside who came specifically to see you. I told the family that Dr. Zhou doesn’t have time right now. If they want you to see the patient, they can register your number when you’re in clinic. The family insists on you taking a look, says they’re willing to pay whatever it takes."

The nurse outside stood at the OR door relaying the message.

"What’s the condition?"

Zhou Can had just finished a Level 3 operation. The remaining cavity closure could be handed over to Pu Dingdong.

Yang Zhi’s surgical skills were already quite accomplished.

After all, he followed Zhou Can every day on so many surgeries, and he was the first assistant.

He had plenty of chances to get hands‑on.

All aspects of his ability had improved.

Pu Dingdong’s surgical skills had also improved significantly, but because his foundation was thinner, he was obviously weaker than Yang Zhi. In terms of potential, though, Zhou Can was more optimistic about Pu Dingdong.

He couldn’t quite put his finger on it—Pu Dingdong’s abilities in all areas just kept improving steadily.

In theory, the stronger you get, the harder it is to improve further, and the more time it takes.

But this rule didn’t seem to apply to Pu Dingdong.

He kept advancing at a steady, even pace, which sometimes made Zhou Can suspect whether Pu Dingdong also had a "system" like he did.

Of course, something like that involved another person’s core secret, so Zhou Can definitely wouldn’t pry.

And even if he asked, the guy wouldn’t tell him.

"They said it’s a high‑fall injury, and the patient is a child less than three years old. He was playing in a play city and accidentally fell from the top of the castle ladder. He was conscious at the time, but after the fall, he didn’t cry or fuss. His whole body went limp; holding him feels like he has no bones. The family is frantic and specifically flew here to have you treat him."

The nurse had gotten all the details.

Because Zhou Can’s status was now very distinguished—he wasn’t just a famous attending in the Emergency Department, he was also the deputy director of the department, so his standing went without saying.

If she passed every random request through to him, not only would Zhou Can scold her, Director Lou would too.

"High‑fall trauma, and a child on top of that—that sounds really tricky."

Zhou Can’s reputation was now spreading far and wide, and there were often patients from other regions who came specifically for him.