My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1284: 506: Old Wounds, The Swift Blade Rules_2

Should any mishap occur, the patient might lash out without warning.

Against such mighty influencers, physicians remain the vulnerable party.

Dr. Xu sensed the mistake during the procedure, but he clenched his jaws, pushed through to complete it, and exerted every effort to excise the lesion completely for the patient.

This embodies a doctor's profound duty and, even more so, a mark of true bravery.

Zhou Can's anastomosis technique has advanced to Level 6, potentially equipping him to tackle the surgical mishap that plagued Dr. Xu years ago.

Directly probing Dr. Xu on the matter typically isn't suitable.

With the subject now raised, he grabbed the chance to inquire, “Teacher, could you describe that patient's condition from back then, along with the exact spot where the incision failed?”

Posing this question meant ripping open Dr. Xu's old wound.

Anxiety gnawed at him.

Dr. Xu normally carried a stern demeanor, seldom cracking a smile.

Zhou Can feared he might erupt in fury and berate him severely.

“Why are you asking about this?”

Dr. Xu fixed him with a piercing stare, his look unnerving yet devoid of rage.

“I… I’m just curious.” Zhou Can first considered coming clean, admitting his desire to lift Dr. Xu's burdens.

Lacking full certainty right now, he refrained from offering premature vows.

He even avoided uttering words that could ignite false hope in Dr. Xu.

Nothing proves crueler than igniting hope in another, only to crush it yourself.

For years, Dr. Xu had shouldered these chains, yearning deeply to shatter them and reclaim a normal life.

Through these tough times, he persisted in refining his operations and mending technical weaknesses.

All geared toward a possible triumphant return.

Those who once reigned supreme, only to plummet into abyss, crave the ascent back to glory like no other.

Offered a shot at redemption, Dr. Xu—tempered by years of practice—would likely unleash surgical prowess surpassing his former self.

“You'd better steer clear of this. As I mentioned earlier, that patient's status is extraordinarily sensitive. Aiding me could pull you under too—got it?”

Seasoned as he was, Dr. Xu pierced Zhou Can's true motives effortlessly.

Yet he refused to ensnare his disciple in his woes.

“Teacher, I've studied and labored by your side for years now, haven't I? Do you see me as reliable in handling affairs?”

“Indeed, very reliable. Particularly since training under Old Hu, you've mirrored his approach in your duties.”

Dr. Xu gave a nod.

Old Hu referred to the departed Cardiothoracic Surgery Director, Hu Kan.

“Rest assured, I won't gamble without solid backing. On that patient's state, you're the ultimate authority. Sharing details would help far more than hurt—I'd gain valuable lessons. Perhaps later, as my skills sharpen, a fix might emerge. If you withhold it, I'll hunt answers elsewhere, risking distorted facts.”

Seizing the moment today, Zhou Can resolved to extract the truth.

Buoyed by his elevated proficiency, his boldness to probe had surged.

“Sigh! It's ancient history. Since you're so persistent, I'll share—but heed this: no reckless moves.”

Dr. Xu let out a heavy sigh, his face etched with mixed emotions.

From his core, he cherished this disciple.

Beyond stellar operative gifts, Zhou Can's loyalty, teacher reverence, and passion for instruction fueled Dr. Xu's deep affection.

No mentor wishes to nurture a disloyal ingrate.

“That patient harbored multiple tumors within, vicious parent-child growths hugging vital nerves, perilously close. Back then, be it Hu Kan, Wu Baihe, or veteran elite surgeons, none ventured the operation. I stepped up for the perilous cut solely because the patient's wife knelt in our surgery office cradling her baby, stirring pity for that desperate mother and child.”

Memories flooding back, Dr. Xu's gaze softened with nostalgia.

“Drawing from online lingo, I was scraping by myself yet couldn't ignore others' suffering. Youthful and bold then, at my career zenith, basking in acclaim. I'd graced international medical publications, even landing a surgical photo on one cover. Tuya Hospital's Comprehensive Surgery was hailed industry summit—at least in my eyes. Only hindsight revealed my limited view.”

Every soul endures that brash youth stage.

Over ten years prior, Dr. Xu was still vigorous, hitting forties in his prime era.

He notched countless feats then, shattering global records for swiftest ops, helming Tuya's premier Comprehensive Surgery with a crack squad.

Picture his soaring arrogance.

None foresaw his towering empire crumbling overnight.

A single mishap hurled Dr. Xu from stardom into obscurity.

Tuya's Comprehensive Surgery disbanded in his downfall.

Every colleague from that unit—especially surgery teammates—either switched fields, adopted pseudonyms at small clinics like him, or slunk to obscure wards.

A heartbreaking downfall.

“The malignant mass sat right here. Scans showed no deep nerve invasion. I pored over images, pathology, literature, deeming clean excision viable for salvation. Yet proximity to the nerve demanded stripping all surface tissue—a separation feat crowning surgical artistry. Even at Renhe in the capital or southwest affiliates, no surgeon braves it.”

Decades on, that op endures as field pinnacle, underscoring Dr. Xu's past brilliance.

Who'd guess this surgical titan now toils as Emergency resident?

Zhou Can hung on every word, pulse racing with thrill.

Among Tuya's famed trio of blade masters, Dr. Xu shone brightest.

“My speed defined me then, slicing lesions others shunned; my blade flashed like thunder, cloaked in enigma. Thus, whispers dubbed me Demon Blade Xu Chen.”

Reliving past triumphs, Dr. Xu's eyes gleamed.

“Xiao Zhou, etch this: the Fast Knife bears the flaw of hand outpacing thought, hard to master, yet boasts stark strengths. Speed alone dazzles, but it conquers tangles others can't. Stable Knife Technique or Precise Knife Technique falter where Fast Knife triumphs effortlessly. I urge Fast Knife primacy not from bias, but its unmatched edges.”

Zhou Can nodded fervently in accord.

With rising mastery, his grasp of Fast Knife and Stable Knife Technique deepened.

Precise Knife Technique eluded his practice, so he stayed silent there.

Stable Knife Technique he'd elevated highly, granting insight.

Its core strengths: unshakeable poise.

In essence, it layered safeguards over the blade—a self-imposed check.

Fast Knife brimmed with allure, yet proved deadlier in clutch moments.

“Back to the patient! I excised the tumor fully, but alas, a key nerve suffered, leaving him paralyzed, self-care impossible. Still, his elite lineage commands unimaginable care: top therapies, massages, guided workouts, elite nutrition daily—keeping him robust.”

One can envision: despite nerve severance and paralysis, beyond dependency, he endures minimal torment.

Power and clout bring perks indeed.

So it has ever been.

The luxuries of the mighty defy common dreams.

Nerve cells stand alone as irreplaceable in the body.

Severance spells doom for any sufferer.

No fortune or sway revives them.

Dr. Xu's saga warns: no healer dares retry that cure.