The operation ended smoothly.
Kiryu Kazusuke took off his surgical gown and tossed it into the designated recycling bin.
The operation just now had been somewhat rocky, but the result was good.
He could feel dopamine being secreted madly inside him.
Whether it was the K-wire manipulation during the operation or the final closing sutures, both had given him an unprecedented sense of pleasure.
Takigawa Takuhei untied the straps of his mask, revealing a face full of complicated emotions.
He had personally witnessed a resident use an inconceivable K-wire technique to drag an operation back from the edge of a cliff.
By convention, the drafting of the operative record was usually handled by a senior resident like him, while the actual writing and subsequent ward management would be assigned to the resident.
He would be responsible for supervision and guidance, and the operating surgeon would give the final confirmation and signature.
“Kiryu-kun.”
Takigawa Takuhei took a step forward.
His way of addressing Kiryu Kazusuke had, without him realizing it, changed from the slightly seniority-laden “Kiryu” to the more equal “Kiryu-kun.”
“You worked hard in that operation just now.”
“You too, Takigawa-senpai.”
Kiryu Kazusuke smiled and nodded in response.
Although the other man had been replaced midway, as the first assistant, he had not made any major mistakes in the preoperative preparations or in his cooperation during the early stages of the surgery.
Moreover, it was precisely because of his mistake that Kiryu had gotten the chance to step onto the operating table.
So the polite words still had to be said.
Takigawa Takuhei’s gaze landed on the information board beside the operating room door. On it, his name was still written in the position of first assistant.
He let out a breath, then took the initiative and said, “Kiryu-kun, leave the operative record to me.”
The words were courteous enough.
But Kiryu Kazusuke knew very well that the other man was doing this for no other reason than to sell him a favor.
After all, with the ability he had displayed in this operation, as long as he did not make any major mistakes, his future prospects would not be poor.
Investing early and drawing closer was only human nature.
Kiryu Kazusuke declined, “How could I impose, Takigawa-senpai? I’ll do it.”
Takigawa Takuhei was also very insistent. “It’s fine. It’s decided.”
After saying that, he turned and walked toward the nurses’ station, preparing to retrieve the medical records.
Kiryu Kazusuke did not say anything more.
Since the other man insisted, he could do as he pleased.
Kiryu Kazusuke changed his clothes and walked out of the surgical area.
The corridors in the hospital were always very long, with white walls, white ceilings, and people in white coats coming and going.
As he walked, he replayed the operation from just now in his mind.
Although his “K-wire Fixation · Perfect” had been granted by the Evil Woman Plan, the feeling of performing it with his own hands still left him endlessly savoring the experience.
Every needle insertion, every fine adjustment, felt like completing a work of art.
That feeling of controlling everything was truly addictive.
Give me more bad women.
Just as he turned a corner, a familiar figure walked toward him.
It was Imagawa Ori.
Kiryu Kazusuke noticed that the right pocket of her white coat was bulging somewhat unnaturally, dragging the hem of the coat out of shape.
So he glanced again in the direction from which Imagawa Ori had come.
He immediately understood.
It seemed Dr. Imagawa had just finished a highly difficult operation and had then rushed without pause to visit a patient.
What a good doctor.
He smiled and greeted her, “Dr. Imagawa, thank you for giving me that opportunity on the operating table today.”
Imagawa Ori glanced at him and said flatly, “What happened last night is settled between us.”
Kiryu Kazusuke nodded. “I understand.”
Of course he knew what Imagawa Ori meant. She simply wanted to draw a clear line, let last night’s matter end there, and not allow it to affect their work in the hospital.
He had never intended to use the matter of “Kagura Club” to threaten her with anything anyway.
Being able to successfully obtain “Surgical Incision Suturing” was already enough to satisfy him.
As for the thick envelope in Imagawa Ori’s pocket, he simply pretended not to see it.
After all, doctors accepting “a small token of appreciation” from patients, in Japan of this era, was not exactly compliant with regulations, but it was also an unspoken rule that existed everywhere.
As long as it was not excessive, the hospital usually turned a blind eye.
After the two parted.
Kiryu Kazusuke first went to the restroom.
He looked at himself in the mirror.
A dignified and handsome appearance.
What was with that faint trace of red in the depths of his eyes?
【Imagawa Ori: Still 73.62 million yen short of the 100 million yen goal. If only Kiryu-kun were interested in me. If only he would rob a bank for me.】
【Worldline available for convergence—】
【Branch One: Sanwa Bank is in Maebashi City. After buying a hood and a replica gun, you pay them a visit. (Reward: A stable job with food and lodging included for ten years)】
【Branch Two: You give it your all and finally borrow 1 million yen from various banks, then offer it all to her that very day. (Reward: Her private pager number)】
【Branch Three: Next Saturday is her birthday. You buy a cake and wish her a happy birthday. (Reward: Joint Dislocation Reduction · Basic)】
It looked like there were three choices, but in reality, there was only one he could choose.
……
Inside the First Surgery Department office.
Tanaka Kenji and the other residents of the same year had not returned yet. They had probably been caught by the seniors to handle other miscellaneous tasks.
Kiryu Kazusuke returned to his corner, pulled out his chair, and sat down.
Several medical papers and patient files that he had not yet had time to organize were piled on the desk.
From the very bottom, he pulled out Suzuki Shinya’s medical chart.
When he opened the folder, it contained a thick stack of various documents.
There was personal information filled out upon admission, laboratory test reports for various examinations, and preoperative marking diagrams he had drawn by hand…
Although Takigawa Takuhei had taken the initiative to handle the drafting of the operative record, Kiryu Kazusuke still intended to organize a draft himself first.
It was not that he did not trust Takigawa Takuhei.
It was just that the operation just now held extraordinary significance for him.
The process of the surgery, every detail, every decision, was still clearly branded in his mind.
Especially the on-the-spot judgment he had made when they encountered the “occult ligament tear” during the operation.
Using five thin K-wires to construct a temporary ligament tension network, doing the opposite of the usual approach and using external tension to make the displaced bone fragments automatically reduce.
Even he himself found the idea somewhat unbelievable.
It was too exquisite.
Kiryu Kazusuke picked up his pen and began writing on a blank record sheet.
He drew the anatomical structure of the distal radius, using pens of different colors to mark the entry points and angles of the five K-wires, as well as the directions of the tension they exerted.
A complex diagram of mechanical balance gradually took shape.
This could hardly be considered a simple operative record anymore. It was more like the core draft of an academic paper that could be submitted to a top medical journal.
He was so absorbed in writing that he completely lost track of time.
Until the door of the office was pushed open again.
“Kiryu-kun, I’ve finished writing the operative record. Take a look and see if there’s anything that needs to be added.”
Takigawa Takuhei walked in holding a freshly printed document.
He handed over the A4 paper, still carrying the lingering warmth of the printer, with an attitude so polite it was almost hard to get used to.
Kiryu Kazusuke put down his pen and quickly skimmed through it.
Takigawa Takuhei had written it in great detail. From the anesthesia method and the choice of surgical incision, to the process of fracture reduction, then the model of the plate and the number of screws, every step was recorded clearly.
For a routine distal radius fracture ORIF procedure, this record could already be considered quite standard and complete.
But…
In this record, the most crucial part, the “ligament tension reconstruction,” was glossed over in only a few brief words.
【Intraoperative exploration revealed an occult ligament tear with joint instability. Temporary reinforcement fixation was performed with multiple K-wires.】
That was all.
Kiryu Kazusuke understood in his heart that it was not that Takigawa Takuhei did not want to write it, but that he had simply failed to fully understand the essence of that maneuver.
He had only seen the “form,” but had not grasped the “spirit.”
That could not really be blamed on him.
For a technique of this level, let alone a senior resident who had repeatedly failed to pass the specialist examination, even Imagawa Ori might not necessarily be able to see through all of its mysteries at a glance.
“It’s very well written, Takigawa-senpai.”
Kiryu Kazusuke smiled as he spoke, raising no suggestions for revision.
Since the other man could not understand it, there was no need for him to break it apart and explain every detail.
Some things had to be comprehended on one’s own.