Overpowered Resident Doctor

Chapter 724: Chapter 723: Ability Ranking

Yan Feifan, along with Liang Zhao Kui, Gu Lin, and the other big shots from the cardiothoracic surgery department—five in total—all streamed into the adjacent training lab.

There they saw Pan Jichuan, Li Tianlin, and Yu Beihua all sitting quietly at their respective workstations, studying thick medical textbooks.

Only Zhu Jian and Berry were still busy.

Yan Feifan was the first to approach Pan Jichuan’s workstation. With a gloved hand, he picked up the heart Pan Jichuan had sutured.

The heart muscle is powerful and in a state of perpetual contraction and expansion. Therefore, cardiac suturing has special requirements regarding needle penetration depth, stitch density, and suture tension.

Yan Feifan inspected the suture line, then squeezed the heart firmly a few times to check the integrity of the sutures.

Then, he blew a puff of air into the coronary artery incision to gauge the airflow through the vessel and check the suture line for any leaks.

A more professional method, of course, would be to use an irrigation pump to perform a pressure test on the heart, checking for fluid leaks and determining how much water pressure the suture line could withstand.

However, Pan Jichuan’s skill level was limited, after all. Yan Feifan could judge the quality of his cardiac suturing with a simple visual inspection and palpation, so the more tedious test was unnecessary.

After Yan Feifan finished his inspection and put the heart down, Gu Lin picked it up, turned it over a few times, and nodded.

"For a resident, this level of suturing is quite excellent. It’s clear you’ve put in a lot of work."

Pan Jichuan glanced at Yan Feifan, who hadn’t offered an opinion and whose expression remained unchanged, then bowed slightly to Gu Lin. "Thank you for the praise, Mr. Gu."

He added softly, "I took the attending physician exam last Saturday. I passed."

"Oh?" Gu Lin chuckled. "An attending physician. That’s a higher rank than your teacher’s, isn’t it?"

Pan Jichuan quickly said, "That’s not a fair comparison. My teacher’s skills have long transcended any professional ranking. Even chief physicians are left in his dust."

Gu Lin’s expression immediately hardened. "Are you saying we fall far short of your teacher as well?"

Pan Jichuan’s heart seized, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to explain himself.

Luckily, Deng Chunlin, who was standing to the side, interjected teasingly, "Mr. Gu, you must be bored. An old man like you, not acting your age. Why are you messing with a junior?"

Gu Lin shot a glare at Deng Chunming but didn’t retort. He took a couple of steps over to Yan Feifan’s side, stopping at Li Tianlin’s workstation.

When Gu Lin saw the vascular network on the metal tray—an interconnected web of vessels of varying thickness laid out in the shape of a hand—he said with some surprise, "Wow, the vascular system of this hand has been dissected quite nicely."

"It’s so complete, down to the 0.2-millimeter ends. That shows some incredible dexterity."

Yan Feifan was also somewhat surprised that Li Tianlin had managed to dissect the vascular system so completely, without a single tear.

He also noticed that the severed hand itself hadn’t been dissected to pieces; it still maintained its complete form.

This indicated that Li Tianlin had an extremely detailed understanding of the hand’s anatomy, and that his technique was remarkably precise.

’In Yan Feifan’s memory, Li Tianlin was the one he’d been least optimistic about. The guy had a rather flighty and flamboyant personality.’

Unexpectedly, the guy’s performance today was an impressive surprise for Yan Feifan.

Yan Feifan simply gave Li Tianlin an approving nod before moving to Berry’s workstation.

By this time, Berry and Zhu Jian had both stopped working. Two mannequin heads, each covered with a mask made of human skin, were placed on the workstation, with the two of them standing behind them.

It was Gu Lin who spoke up again, clucking his tongue. "Ah, now this is a little terrifying. It’s sending a chill down my spine."

Deng Chunming couldn’t help but criticize, "Mr. Gu, no one will think you’re a mute if you keep quiet. Just settle down."

"You’re not the main character here, Feifan is."

Yan Feifan studied the two masks on the mannequin heads. They were both made from small pieces of skin that had been stitched together.

He could clearly see the dense, crisscrossing network of stitches. Combined with the masks’ hollow eyes and lips, and the uneven, mottled skin tone, they looked genuinely unsettling.

Yan Feifan could tell that the masks bore a vague resemblance to Berry and Zhu Jian, capturing a few of their distinctive features.

For example, Berry’s deep-set eyes, straight nose bridge, and full, sensual lips, as well as Zhu Jian’s phoenix eyes and thin, tightly pressed lips.

But that was the extent of it.

Anyone else looking at them would certainly not be able to tell who the two masks were supposed to resemble.

It was possible to create hyper-realistic masks like the ones in spy movies.

Those were generally made by obtaining facial data through high-precision 3D scanning, creating detailed molds, and then casting them from materials like silicone.

To hand-stitch a perfectly identical mask like this, and in just a few hours, was impossible.

For Zhu Jian and Berry to have achieved this much was quite impressive.

After a brief inspection of their suturing, skin-cutting, and piecing techniques on the masks, Yan Feifan walked over to Yu Beihua.

He took the sheet of paper Yu Beihua handed him and looked at the 3D perspective drawing of the cranial blood vessels.

For a neurosurgeon, excellent 3D spatial reasoning is essential.

This is because the MRI scans, CT scans, and angiograms they work with are all two-dimensional, and given the complexity of the brain, one cannot simply open the skull to perform an examination.

During surgery, they must be exceptionally cautious; a scalpel or probe deviating by even a hair’s breadth could cause major brain damage.

Therefore, a neurosurgeon must maintain a clear three-dimensional model of the brain in their mind at all times.

’Yan Feifan was a little disappointed with Yu Beihua’s diagram of the cerebral vasculature.’

’To have spent so much time on it and still have three fairly obvious errors in the spatial relationships was not ideal.’

’A less than ideal performance.’

After evaluating the performance of all five on their latest assignment, Yan Feifan mentally ranked them.

’Li Tianlin had the most solid foundation. If he developed his skills in the field of trauma surgery, his future would be promising.’

’Next was Zhu Jian, who had good control over details and a decent aesthetic sense.’

’After him came Berry, with Pan Jichuan and Yu Beihua ranked fourth and fifth, respectively.’

Of course, Yan Feifan also knew that how far they would ultimately go was closely tied to their own efforts and the resources and support they received.

After all, aside from a prodigy like Yan Feifan, a doctor’s level of achievement is heavily influenced by their environment and resources.

Yan Feifan returned to the front of the room, his gaze sweeping over Pan Jichuan, Li Tianlin, and the other three one by one.

"Your performance on this assignment was, overall, satisfactory. All of you are above a passing level, but there was nothing particularly outstanding."

After this evaluation, Yan Feifan continued, "Starting next week, I will be assigning you practice exercises based on your performance today."

"I need to remind you of one thing..."

Yan Feifan’s tone grew stern as he warned, "If you don’t work hard enough, or if you work very hard but your progress still fails to meet my expectations, then you will have to leave."

"That’s all for today. Clean up your stations, and then you can go..."

When it was time to leave work, Yan Feifan headed to Luo’s Private Kitchen with the five titans from cardiothoracic surgery.

On the way, he received a call from Liu Jin.

"Feifan, your awakening research is about to move to clinical trials. I have a candidate for you; add him to the list of test subjects."

Yan Feifan explained, "Professor, the initial phase is quite risky. Perhaps it would be better to wait."

Liu Jin’s voice was laced with sarcasm over the phone. "This person fell into a sudden coma without settling his affairs, and now his family is at each other’s throats fighting over his assets."

"Some want him to never wake up, some want him dead, and some are hoping he’ll come to, but not a single one of them actually cares about him."

"Feifan, you don’t need to hold back. Feel free to experiment on him. Any outcome will be accepted."

Hearing this, Yan Feifan naturally agreed, saying that if the man met the screening criteria for the trial, he would include him in the first cohort...