"Indeed, a man of true worth often accompanies a great reputation. My father's recovery is going very well."

Lu Cheng glanced at Han Pingxiao's characteristic diamond-shaped face, prematurely balding with a protruding forehead bone, feeling slightly surprised and quickly responded, "Hello, Teacher Han. I heard from Dr. Han that you also teach orthopedics with us."

"That leaves me quite flattered."

The luggage of Han Rong and others should have been taken away beforehand. At this moment, they were traveling light, and the patient, Han Yongshan, had no issues with his legs, just wearing a coat.

Expressing thanks to Dr. Lu politely, he then smiled and watched Lu Cheng and Han Pingxiao converse.

"Brother Lu, you're being too polite, aren't you? I'm younger than you, and if you respect me, just call me Xiao Han."

"I'm in joint surgery, how could I be considered a teacher?"

Han Pingxiao glanced at his father again and said softly, "An outsider sees the fun, but an expert sees the doorway. Brother Lu, your skills are well-known in our hospital."

"So, I immediately had my parents hurry back to find you."

"Professional matters should be handled by professionals." Han Pingxiao replied candidly.

Being a professional himself, especially in orthopedics, he had no obsession with the hospital's name; all he cared about was the doctor's skill, willing to travel from Ji City to Long County.

Choosing the right person ensures good treatment, rather than just seeking out the best hospital.

Han Rong was much younger than Lu Cheng, but Han Pingxiao looked a few years older than Lu Cheng, possibly because he seemed older.

"Brother Han, all I can do is my best."

"Fortunately, there's Professor Tong visiting from the orthopedics department. If I can't handle it, I have Professor Tong to back me up, so I took the plunge."

"Of course, Uncle's recovery is quite good. The most crucial thing is to quit smoking!!" Lu Cheng emphasized.

Han Pingxiao nodded, "I'm aware of that. I'll definitely keep an eye on my father..."

"If he doesn't heed the advice, it would be unfair to Professor Tong..."

"Dr. Lu, you go ahead and take care of things here. In a few days, when you're free, we must have a meal together. I'll reserve a spot and call you..." Han Pingxiao insisted.

"Brother, is this Dr. Lu's technique really that good?" From afar, Lu Cheng could still faintly hear Han Rong's voice.

"Hearing is one thing, seeing is another. You saw Dad's injury was in the Zone 2 tendon, which is prone to suture failure. You've seen the recovery now, haven't you?"

"If it weren't for a stroke of luck, when our hospital's hand surgeon took apart Dr. Lu's previous tendon sutures, the stark difference was clear. People in the operating room enjoy gossip. I never knew there was such a master in the county hospital!"

"Dr. Lu has a good reputation and is very patient, albeit a bit 'naggy'..." Han Rong's mother concluded.

Han Pingxiao had clearly heard about Lu Cheng's 'nagging', "Everyone has different styles of doing things; as long as the technique is good and it solves the problem, that's all that matters."

...

After entering the observation ward, Lu Cheng looked around and confirmed that the batch of patients from Han City had all recovered and been discharged. A new group of patients had varying levels of recovery.

However, the patient with the tendon rupture from before he left for Han City was still here undergoing rehabilitation, trying to regain as much function as possible.

Lu Cheng immediately approached the young man with the severed limb, took off his mask to smell, "Good, no smoke smell."

"You absolutely can't smoke, not even secondhand smoke." Lu Cheng re-covered his mask and warned sternly.

The young man's father also sternly said, "If he dares not listen, I'll break his legs myself."

"Dr. Lu, how's my son's recovery going now?"

Lu Cheng looked again at the patient's five fingers, and his skin was rosy, "The blood flow to the fingertips is good, at least they can survive, but since the dressing hasn't been changed, the local state of the wound can't be seen."

"As for functional recovery, it varies from person to person. Don't have too high expectations."

"The hand that was severed will definitely not match the strength or dexterity of the other side."

"Oh, and don't give him too rich a diet—more lean meat and eggs for high protein, but less broth or oily foods."

"I heard you prepared chicken soup with half a bowl of oil floating? You can't eat like that," Lu Cheng said.

"The kid craved it; he said he hadn't eaten meat in ages." The child's mother replied.

Lu Cheng advised, "Even so, you can't eat like that. You can't eat just anything you crave; too much fat increases metabolic burden."

After speaking, Lu Cheng looked at the young man, "Don't worry too much. What's done is done, so let's respond positively. At least we still have our hands, right?"

"Try to become left-handed in the future. Many people online without hands can cook with their feet, so don't worry about the future..."

The boy nodded, the fear in his eyes subsiding a bit, "Yes, Doctor, I've seen those videos recently."

The boy's father, pulling his hair hard at this point, "We just wanted him to learn carpentry and have a skill to make a living."

"Had I known it would come to this, he would've been better off following me to the construction site."

Lu Cheng reassured, "It was an accident, not intentional."

"I think this young man is quite sensible. There are many his age who never listen to their elders, and they're tough to manage..."

"Alas," the man sighed deeply.

The child not being able to study is a matter of ability; his willingness to learn carpentry is a matter of attitude.