The man with the ponytail glanced at Yan Feifan and his white lab coat, and said impatiently, “I’m a violinist with the City Symphony Orchestra. The nerve in my right forearm was damaged in a fracture.”

“I had a nerve transplant surgery later, and while my fingers function well enough for daily life, I can’t play beautiful violin music anymore.”

With that, the man with the ponytail turned and left, looking despondent.

At that moment, Yan Feifan noticed that the large group led by Mr. Lo had already rounded the corner of the hallway and disappeared from sight. He broke into a run to catch up.

Yan Feifan caught up with them in front of the elevators in Inpatient Building Six.

Mr. Lo, along with several assistants and residents, had already stepped into an elevator.

Due to the elevator’s weight capacity, several other young doctors sensibly waited outside.

Having arrived late, Yan Feifan also stood outside, preparing to take the next elevator.

“Mr. Yan, you shouldn’t be waiting out here.”

The speaker was Wa Wei, an attending physician and one of Mr. Lo’s assistants, who had performed surgery with Yan Feifan on Sunday.

He voluntarily stepped out of the elevator and motioned for Yan Feifan to get in quickly.

Not wanting to cause a delay, Yan Feifan couldn’t very well refuse. He quickly offered his thanks, entered the elevator, and stood beside Mr. Lo.

After the elevator doors slid shut, Lo Jun said softly, “Shang Ye. The violinist. Fractured the ulna and radius in his right forearm in an accident.”

Hearing this, Yan Feifan realized Mr. Lo had noticed him staying behind to question the man.

He listened intently as Mr. Lo explained, “After his fracture healed, we discovered severe damage to his ulnar nerve.”

“When conservative treatment proved ineffective, I performed a transplant using a section of nerve from his lower leg.”

“His postoperative recovery…”

Lo Jun said with some vexation, “Was quite good, you could say. His daily life is completely unaffected.”

“But, the guy insists he’s lost the ‘feel’ for playing the violin. He says the music he plays now is garbage.”

“Nerve recovery is inherently a very slow process, and this was a transplant on top of that. A one-hundred-percent, damage-free recovery is basically impossible.”

Lo Jun shook his head and sighed. “The man is persistent, I’ll give him that. Every so often, he comes to the hospital to ask if I’ve found a way for him to recover fully.”

“I’m getting tired of it, even if he isn’t.”

Yan Feifan ventured, “It’s probably largely psychological, isn’t it?”

Lo Jun gave a short, humorless laugh. “I’ve referred him to a psychologist,” he said, sounding exasperated. “The problem is, he won’t go.”

Just then, the elevator stopped on the sixteenth floor.

As the doors slid open, Yan Feifan saw several doctors who were on duty on the floor already waiting outside.

‘The professor sure has a grand style,’ Yan Feifan thought to himself as he followed Director Lo Jun out of the elevator…

Making rounds primarily involved checking on the recovery of postoperative patients, ensuring preoperative patients hadn’t developed any new issues, and listening to any patient concerns.

Furthermore, since Lo Jun was the department director, he would also spot-check a few patients being treated by other doctors.

As a result, he had a large number of patients to see.

Lo Jun’s rounds were something of a whirlwind tour; he spent no more than a minute on average at each patient’s bedside.

However, Lo Jun would abruptly stop at a bedside and, seemingly at random, single out one of the doctors to question them about the patient’s condition, treatment plan, or postoperative care.

This kept everyone on his rounds on edge, constantly prepared to be questioned.

Yan Feifan wasn’t intimidated by these random questions, but by the time the hour-long rounds were over, Lo Jun had not asked him a single thing.

This left Yan Feifan feeling a little disappointed.

He had lost the chance to show off and once again demonstrate his skills in front of his colleagues.

In Pan Lirong’s hospital room, Yan Feifan once again received the patient’s thanks.

He was also happy to see that Pan Lirong was recovering exceptionally well.

In the afternoon, Lo Jun was the lead surgeon on a three-hour neuroma surgery on a patient’s lower leg.

This time, Yan Feifan served as the first assistant, standing at the operating table with Lo Jun once more…

After the surgery, Yan Feifan followed Lo Jun back to the director’s office.

“Xiaoyan, here are the books and materials I prepared for you. Take them home and read through them, and then we’ll talk!”

Yan Feifan accepted several large, hardcover books.

He flipped through them and saw they were all original, English-language neurosurgery textbooks published within the last few years.

And as it turned out, Yan Feifan hadn’t read any of them.

He said, his voice full of genuine excitement, “Professor, I’ll read them carefully.”

Seeing that the smile on his face was genuine, Lo Jun said happily, “I can tell you have a true passion for medicine.”

“I’ve given these books to others to read before.”

“Every one of them either frowned or grimaced. You’re the only one who looks delighted.”

“One’s attitude toward medicine determines what one gets back from it, and you are the greatest testament to that.”

Yan Feifan said modestly, “It’s probably just because I have a good memory and I like to read.”

“Professor…”

He then asked, “Regarding nerve transplants, is it true that the more closely related the transplanted nerve is to the original, the better the recovery will be?”

“For example, if the ulnar nerve in the right arm is damaged, could we transplant the ulnar nerve from the left arm?”

Lo Jun was taken aback for a moment. “Theoretically, yes.”

“The more homologous and similar the nerve, the closer the recovery can get to one hundred percent.”

“The problem is, a transplant like that is meaningless.”

“If you transplant the ulnar nerve from the left arm, what happens to the patient’s left arm?”

Yan Feifan paused in thought for a moment before saying, “Professor, are you aware of the situation with Director Wang Chuan’s daughter, Yanyan?”

Lo Jun nodded. “I know a little about it.”

“What does that have to do with homologous nerve transplants?”

Yan Feifan organized his thoughts before speaking. “Yanyan’s complete facial reconstruction will inevitably require extensive facial nerve grafts.”

“Director Wang Chuan and I had an idea: to use the self-regenerating properties of nerves to cultivate transplantable nerves within Yanyan’s own body.”

“How would you cultivate them?” Lo Jun asked, his interest piqued.

“By splitting an existing nerve in two, letting it grow within the body, and allowing each half to heal into a complete, separate nerve.”

Lo Jun thought for a moment. “I think that idea is feasible.”

“But splitting a nerve in two… just thinking about it makes me cringe in pain.”

“That’s not something the average person could endure.”

Yan Feifan said softly, “Mr. Wang is conducting a similar experiment on his own lower leg.”

Lo Jun was stunned for a moment. “Now that you mention it, I’m actually quite impressed with the man!”

Yan Feifan continued, “Professor, tonight, after I finish the nasal reconstruction surgery I’m leading, I will be making an incision in Mr. Wang’s lower leg to perform the first check on his experiment…”

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

It was Zheng Ling.

“Mr. Yan, I just received confirmation. The patient has decided to accept your ‘drink poison to quench a thirst’ treatment plan…”

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