Chapter 733 - 364: Soul and Tools

"Boss, we're here."

"Xiangzhou People's Hospital. It's a hundred for me to take a cab back; just give me four hundred fifty. I'm only earning the labor charge." The middle-aged man was fairly honest.

It's cross-city driving at night, yet he didn't ask for an exorbitant price.

"Thank you, sir. We're getting married today, so I'll round it off to five hundred for you."

"I hope you don't mind," Lu Cheng said smoothly after paying via scan, then added, "Xiao Shu, rest in our department for a bit. When I'm done with the surgery, we'll head back together, okay?"

If it were before, Lu Cheng might have sent Mu Nanshu home directly, but today, he hoped Mu Nanshu would wait for him in the department.

"Okay, sure!~" Mu Nanshu nodded in agreement and got out of the car with Lu Cheng.

But Lu Cheng quickly made his way inside.

After receiving the payment and retrieving his folding bicycle from the back seat, the driver was left puzzled: "Miss, you two just got married today, why drive to the hospital again?"

"My husband is here for surgery," Mu Nanshu explained.

"Thank you for your hard work, sir."

"Is the fee not enough?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "No, it's sufficient. I just wanted to earn my wage for the hard work."

"Congratulations on your wedding."

"Is your husband a doctor?"

Mu Nanshu didn't say much more.

Driving service itself isn't easy; she didn't want this driver, who earned a hard wage, to feel morally pressured: "Yes, thank you!~"

"Sir, let me give you an extra hundred for a dinner?"

The driver quickly left, feeling that staying any longer might be mistaken for asking for more payment.

He was simply curious; the couple had just gotten married today, yet suddenly drove to Xiangzhou, and he felt something was off but couldn't pinpoint why...

Walking into the operating room, over four hours had passed since Lu Cheng's last drink.

Lu Cheng, who wasn't really drunk, still carried a faint alcohol smell, but it certainly did not affect his surgical operations.

"How did it end up in this state?" Lu Cheng asked Dai Linfang after getting onto the platform.

Dai Linfang: "This is the actual situation. If you ask me why, I can't really explain the injury mechanism."

"Anyway, it is what it is. Both Professor Chen and I feel that if we handled it, we could only keep half."

Chen Song apologetically added, "Xiao Lu, sorry for disturbing your big occasion today."

Lu Cheng, feeling his marriage was now, shouldn't be immature: "Teacher Chen, no disturbance, it hasn't started yet."

Chen Song chuckled and refrained from saying more.

Inside the operating room, the instrument nurse at the table glanced at Lu Cheng with complex and conflicted eyes, both regretful and helpless.

No one could dig out the corner of this fine young man, Lu Cheng.

A childhood friend, a girlfriend so beautiful, wealthy family, high education, good job.

Why could anyone move him?

Solely relying on allure?

That could be possible.

But the problem is, Lu Cheng didn't buy into it at all...

Once on the platform, the seemingly chaotic liver began to show traces of clarity in Lu Cheng's hands.

Observing Lu Cheng's operation, Professor Chen Song once again sighed in admiration.

"Comparing people can lead to despair, comparing goods can lead to discarding!"

Dai Linfang tilted his head, voice almost crying: "Professor Chen, do you think I've had the worst luck of several lifetimes to be the same age as him?"

"If I were a few years younger, I'd comfortably find any reason for not being as old as him."

Chen Song rolled his eyes: "You're asking me how unlucky you are?"

"I'm older than him, how does that make sense?"

Listening to Chen Song's slightly annoyed tone, Dai Linfang realized he asked the wrong person.

Lu Cheng lowered his head, continued to operate, and said, "Teacher Chen, Brother Dai, you two should tone down the chatter, I'm pressed for time."

"According to convention, I should start PUA you two."

Chen Song didn't believe it; he thought Lu Cheng lacked the courage: "Try PUA us?"

Lu Cheng laughed cheekily: "State policy encourages everyone to have more kids!~ You are contradicting national policy."

In the midst of speaking, for some unknown reason, Lu Cheng completed a suture: "Done!~"

Lu Cheng started getting ready to leave the operating table: "Teacher Chen, Brother Dai, the rest is up to you."

Chen Song hadn't snapped out of Lu Cheng's PUA: "What did you just finish?"

"What have you accomplished?"

"Where are you going?"

"You came..."

"Huh? Which patient is this?" Chen Song's voice suddenly turned into a nasally duck voice.

Lu Cheng continued to retreat: "Teacher Chen, this is just now the patient."

"This isn't about my skill, it's about the Union Hospital hand surgery expert Professor Zhong Junyun being amazing."

"The concept of suture-based wound cleaning is somewhat cutting-edge."

Chen Song wasn't aware of this; Lu Cheng, only thinking of his wife, removed his sterile surgical gown, looked at Dai Linfang: "What is suture-based wound cleaning?"

Lu Cheng was just exiting.

From the time Lu Cheng arrived at the operating room, it had only been ten minutes total.

Which means, Dai Linfang called Lu Cheng, getting him here took two hours, and Lu Cheng's actual operation was only ten minutes long.

This is the insurmountable gap between him and Chen Song.

"Suture-based wound cleaning is a concept proposed by Union's hand surgery National Master Professor Zhong Junyun in treating damage wounds."

"Replacing cleaning skill with suturing technique can dramatically save operation time."

"It can also guarantee treatment quality."

"Professor Zhong initially used it for limb damage."

Dai Linfang gritted his teeth, looking resentfully at the surgery room door: "Lu Cheng, that bastard, applied it to liver half-damage wounds."

"That freak!!!"

Chen Song's eyes were filled with confusion: "How come I didn't know about this?"

"Unpublished paper content, Professor Zhong demonstrated it to Lu Cheng, even mentioned transmitting the core theory of this technique to Lu Cheng."

"Lu Cheng initially refused, but Professor Zhong still gifted it."

"Lu Cheng seemed to not accept it publicly, yet had blended it into his operation again!~"

Dai Linfang sighed again: "Professor Chen, this guy's liver injury is already a conventional liver trauma."

"He just took ten minutes."

"Just ten minutes..." Dai Linfang's tone was almost distorted with jealousy.

If it were someone else speaking in this tone, Chen Song would think their character had issues.

But it's Dai Linfang, so it was fine.

Dai Linfang often breaks down in front of Lu Cheng, and it's just who Dai Linfang is, not hiding emotions inside.

"Sigh..."

Chen Song found his position: "Xiao Dai, accept your fate."

"The world is destined for ninety-nine percent of people to be tools."

"We're just tools for Lu Cheng."

"And that is our fortune."

"If you're going to be someone's tool, who not for him?"

"Having been so for years, you should be used to it..."

In the eyes of Chen Song and others, no matter how many surgical skills you learn, you're just a tool, inheriting the ideologies and executing the techniques of predecessors.

You simply happened to master this surgery and applied it to the appropriate patient.

Nothing more, nothing less!

Lu Cheng is the one who truly sets the rules!

"To go from being a tool to a tool creator, you must first be a good tool, and Lu Cheng has walked this path," Chen Song explained.

"Uh-huh..."

"Be, keep being!" Dai Linfang began assisting Chen Song in the surgery.

Though Lu Cheng had his wedding today, he came over, simplifying the complex surgery, leaving the rest to Dai Linfang and Chen Song.

Having completed critical points, what more could be asked?

But everyone knows, simplifying complexity is the hardest!

It's the soul.