The words of Ding Yuhuan surprised a few people present, yet Shen Qiang was not surprised at all.

The so-called unstable fracture refers to fractures where the fracture ends are still likely to shift even after being manually repositioned and fixed.

In such cases, orthopedic surgeons typically recommend surgery for treatment.

"He's Bone Setting is truly impressive," said Zhong Yongxi reverently during these two days, respectfully addressing Shen Qiang as Uncle-Master, his eyes sparkling brightly.

"He's Bone Setting?" Ding Yuhuan asked curiously, "Is that the name of a hospital?"

Yongxi chuckled, "It's a Bone Setting technique that has been passed down for many, many years. The creator's last name is He, so it's named He's Bone Setting. Fatty is a descendant of the He family, and when it comes to Bone Setting, he's exceptionally skilled."

Ding Yuhuan breathed a sigh of relief, then sighed, "I originally planned to learn something from him these days, but now it seems, I was thinking too much. I can't even understand his incredible technique, let alone learn it."

Hearing Ding Yuhuan's words, both Yongxi and Shen Qiang revealed a slight smile.

You see, Fatty He is a cultivator, and his technique depends on his cultivation. Without cultivation, ordinary people can mimic the movements, but they cannot replicate the effects.

"Ah, I felt the same, thinking I could learn some surgical skills from Shen Qiang, but I also couldn't understand anything at all," said the stolid man sighing.

Yongxi laughed heartily, "Of course, my uncle-master's skills are not something one can learn just by observing."

As Yongxi laughed, Shen Qiang, looking at Ding Yuhuan's troubled expression, said, "The world is vast, there are always a few extraordinary individuals. Don't feel worthless just because someone else is better than you."

Ding Yuhuan chuckled, took a deep breath, and with raised eyebrows said, "I think, I should take advantage of still having some confidence to submit resumes at other hospitals. Continuing to work with him, it's almost embarrassing to call myself a doctor."

"Me too," said the stolid man, "Working with Shen Qiang puts even more pressure on me."

Shen Qiang helplessly raised his eyebrow.

Yet Yongxi was very smug, "Realizing this means you are still somewhat intelligent. Go and submit your resumes. You can't beat him, you can't learn from him, staying on is just a waste of time."

Upon hearing this, not only did Ding Yuhuan sigh, but so did the stolid man and the thin, dark-skinned female doctor.

In the afternoon, work proceeded as usual.

Although the surgeries were completed before four o'clock in the afternoon.

Shen Qiang stayed until five thirty before leaving work.

Just as he left the hospital,

Shen Qiang immediately spotted Fatty He, who was holding his cell phone.

"Shen Qiang, you've been quite arrogant recently, and I'm really annoyed. Let's have a contest in Bone Setting…" Fatty He said seriously.

But Shen Qiang didn't even blink an eyelid and simply walked past him.

"I'm not interested in your challenge."

Seeing Shen Qiang not even stopping, Fatty He got anxious, "Shen Qiang, are you scared? You know you're no match for me in Bone Setting?"

Without turning his head, Shen Qiang indifferently said, "You're welcome to visit the Tumor Surgery department anytime. If your surgery skills are similar to mine, I'll accept your challenge. Otherwise, don't provoke me, because I'm not interested in wasting time on you."

Fatty was stunned.

"Dominant!"

While Fatty was dazed, the chat group on his phone exploded with various messages.

"So cool, I don't know whether Shen Qiang's Medical Skill is as impressive as Yongxi says, but the arrogance emanating from his bones is truly intimidating!"

"Yeah, such arrogant demeanor, yet somehow not at all offensive."

"Awesome, just this demeanor alone is not something ordinary people can have."

"Mmm-hmm, the more I see, the more he suits my tastes."

While everyone was chattering, Fatty turned off the video.

"Fatty, why did you turn off the video? I was still enjoying his handsome silhouette."

"Really inconsiderate."

"Hehe, I guess Fatty got hit hard this time. He went with full confidence to challenge, but the other person completely ignored him. If it were me, I would've found a hole to crawl into by now."

In the midst of everyone's mockery, Fatty, with an embarrassed expression, hastily sent a message.

"He's afraid of losing to me."

Seeing this message, a flurry of responses burst out in the group.

"Wow, impressive. Since he's scared of losing to you, you shouldn't hold back at all—go straight to tumor surgery and beat him in the operating room first, then torment him with bone setting."

"Exactly, that's the right way."

"Hahaha, once in the operating room, I bet Fatty would kneel before the surgery even starts."

Amidst the jeering, Fatty became increasingly uncomfortable and couldn't help but send out a message in annoyance.

"Comparing bone setting, I'll let Shen Qiang use just one hand."

No sooner had he sent this message than the always silent Zhong Yongxi finally couldn't stand it.

"Fatty, we used to be on good terms. Out of old friendship, I kept quiet when you live-streamed your challenge to my master's uncle, but if you're going to show off like this, sorry, my master's uncle isn't someone just anyone can challenge."

"If you want to compete with him, you have to win against me first."

"In terms of acupuncture skills, I'm barely fit to carry the shoes for my master's uncle Shen Qiang, but if you want to compare acupuncture, I can let you use just one hand."

Laughter erupted immediately in the group.

"Haha, front row sunflower seeds and popcorn."

"Mineral water, wow haha."

"Step back, careful not to get splashed with blood."

Amidst the clamor, Fatty spoke up: "I said it's about comparing bone setting, who's talking about comparing acupuncture?"

Seeing this, Zhong Yongxi sent a sneering emoji: "Oh, getting cold feet? My master's uncle excels in both surgery and acupuncture. You are afraid to compare those, insisting on challenging him in bone setting — what kind of skill is that? Like challenging a painter in chess or a chess player in swimming, even if you win, what does it prove?"

Fatty got angry: "Didn't you also compare acupuncture with him before? Why didn't you compete in surgical skills?"

Zhong Yongxi continued with a sneering emoji: "He is my master's uncle, my idol. I can compete however I want; it's none of your business. But your nonsense is unacceptable."

Fatty, furious, lashed out: "Zhong Yongxi, no need to show off. Don't forget the disgusting sight of you kneeling and singing 'Conquest'."

"I kneel to my master's uncle, which is perfectly justified!"

In a burst of rage, Fatty responded: "I can't be bothered with you. Remember this, Shen Qiang and I have a deal set. He is your master's uncle, so what? You just wait and see how I humiliate him with my medical skills. Then, I'll see what you have to be arrogant about!"

Seeing this message, Zhong Yongxi sent a sneering emoji: "You? Go wash up and sleep, stop dreaming! My master's uncle Shen Qiang could win with his eyes closed and both hands tied—it's not someone like you who could ever win!"

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