top student at medical school

Chapter 115 Is this a threesome? (Please subscribe)
Xue Cao is an academic PhD. Because he does not have direct contact with patients and their families, his hairstyle is very unique.

In the 1990s, the long hair was parted in the middle, with only the temples revealing the ears, and even the back had a small tuft of hair left long.

Naturally, this unconventional attire didn't seem strange, as Xue Cao himself had a rather good appearance and temperament.

Xue Cao had a hooked nose. After rubbing his eyes and tossing his hair, he took a few steps closer to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye slowed down a little: "Good morning, Senior Brother Xue."

Xue Cao was a little stunned when he saw at least a dozen petri dishes and about twenty culture bottles on Fang Ziye's worktable.

"It's not early, but I was still startled by what you just woke up. Are you planning to poke and destroy the nest of tumor cells? What kind of experiment are you doing?" Xue Cao is an academic master's student who has been promoted to doctoral student.

Therefore, in terms of experimental operation, Professor Deng Yong's research group is currently the strongest, apart from another doctoral student, Dong Wenqiang.

But that's to be expected. Fang Ziye's appearance turned this supposed "second senior brother" into "junior brother Sha".

"So you're planning to do flow cytometry, Senior Brother Xue. Do you want to reserve the operating table?" Fang Ziye needed to clarify.

If so, tell Xue Cao to make an appointment now, and after you're done, give him your spot.

Xue Cao shook his head: "No need, no need. You go about your business."

"With your speed, anyone who didn't know better would think you were performing a clinical suture procedure on a cell experiment, stitch by stitch, like a machine performing a customized operation."

"Awesome." Xue Cao was speechless and walked away with a puzzled look on his face.

He needed to wash his face quickly. Although there wasn't much in the freshly opened gloves, he still felt disgusted.

However, Xue Cao still found it unbelievable. How did Fang Ziye learn to operate the experiment? He hadn't seen Sun Shaoqing and Wang Yuanqi, who were good at professional operations, also be particularly good at basic experiments.

Fang Ziye continued with his operations, secretly pleased with himself.

Actually, Xue Cao's shock was quite normal.

Even academic graduate students can only master very few basic experimental techniques at level 3 proficiency.

If we compare a Level 3 score of 100/500 to the proficiency level required for a PhD graduate, that's something that's beyond the reach of most people, isn't it?

Fang Ziye's proficiency level has reached level 3 or above, so Xue Cao's operational foundation from his three years of master's studies is naturally no match for his cheat-like skills, but senior Dong Wenqiang can.

However, if Fang Ziye were willing to bring Dong Wenqiang down as well, he could do more, but there's no need for that right now.

However, Fang Ziye still plans to increase the level of both basic experiments and animal experiments in the near future.

Fang Ziye needs to take time off work to conduct experiments, so naturally his work focus will shift.

Sharpening your axe won't delay your woodcutting; you have to give up some knowledge in order to gain a greater benefit.

If both of these skills reach level 4 first, the success rate of your experiments will be very high. This will ensure work efficiency, the amount of work done per unit of time, and save money – a win-win situation.

Why not? We'll have to add some sooner or later anyway.

……

Around noon, Fang Ziye finished his experiment half an hour early.

The expected time is around 12:40, but we can't save that much time; the predetermined time for each step can't be reduced that much.

Some of the culture dishes and flasks were placed in the cell culture incubator, while others were left to react on their own...

Fang Ziye still had time to eat lunch. He ate casually at a nearby fast food restaurant, a proper fast food place where you could eat your fill for thirteen yuan.

The taste was so-so, but it was enough to fill me up.

Then, around 1 p.m., Fang Ziye arrived at the training room.

After a quick look around, there weren't many people inside, and Luo Tingzhu was about to perform a hemostasis procedure.

A little over a month later, Luo Tingzhu's proficiency in hemostasis had improved so much again, and Fang Ziye couldn't help but marvel at the terrifying nature of geniuses.

If it were up to me, how would I improve my proficiency simply through practice?

Around 1:00 AM on the 15th day?
It would take 1,500 days, more than four years, to reach 100 points.

No wonder I couldn't get promoted before.

But with Luo Tingzhu, it took a little over a month.

Fang Ziye paused briefly, watching Luo Tingzhu's actions.

Luo Tingzhu probably noticed Fang Ziye as well, and immediately became a bit nervous during this training session, making three consecutive mistakes in stopping the bleeding, which led to the complete failure of this operation exercise.

However, Luo Tingzhu did not stop, but continued to complete the operation of all sixty hemostasis points.

In the end, the accuracy rate was still only 90%, which was just a tiny bit off.

However, there weren't many onlookers today. Luo Tingzhu didn't intend for anyone to watch her performance, so she didn't invite anyone else, except for Fang Ziye, who was invited by her.

Even Jie Han and Lan Tianluo didn't come to the lab today; I wonder what they're up to.

Seeing that Luo Tingzhu only had two sets of practice materials left, Fang Ziye took the initiative to leave the practice room and get four more sets for her.

In this respect, the training room is extremely friendly. If you feel that your skills are about to improve but your proficiency is still lacking, the training room can provide you with more materials at a more favorable price or even for free.

The old professor on duty in the warehouse was Professor Zhu Weiguo, a hand surgeon. When he saw Fang Ziye, he immediately said with a hint of arrogance, "No, let her come and get it herself."

Despite saying that, his hands were very honest and he went back to count them.

"Thank you, Professor Zhu, thank you!" Fang Ziye quickly nodded in thanks.

However, when Zhu Weiguo handed the items to Fang Ziye, he deliberately tapped Fang Ziye's right hand with his index finger, his face full of resentment.

I almost reached out to hit him.

In the end, however, he was still a little reluctant to do it, so he crossed his arms and turned to the side, as if to say, "Out of sight, out of mind."

In Zhu Weiguo's view, Fang Ziye was at least comparable to a genius like Liu Huanglong, yet he didn't choose to develop his hand surgery skills.

However, Zhu Weiguo had no choice. Now, Li Guohua, Deng Yong, and even Professor Dong Yaohui of trauma surgery all said that Fang Ziye's current highest level in the field of trauma surgery is the academic leader of trauma surgery.

It's not just Hubei Province, but even Central China, and even the whole country.

Don't you dare cause me any trouble...

Fang Ziye had no idea what Zhu Weiguo was thinking. After returning to the workbench with the materials, he noticed that Luo Tingzhu was breathing a sigh of relief again.

Fang Ziye took a closer look at the completion rate of the hemostasis technique on her worktable. It was clear that the accuracy rate had reached 98%. Hemostasis technique, this junior sister has indeed passed the doctoral standard.

Luo Tingzhu was somewhat pleased, but when she looked at Fang Ziye, she restrained her provocative gaze, as if waiting for Fang Ziye's comments.

Fang Ziye clasped his hands in a slight gesture of respect and said, "Congratulations."

"Looks like I got all that tofu and sesame seeds for nothing."

Another person watching was Xiao He, a master's student of Dr. Zhang Zixi, the attending physician in Professor Han Yuanxiao's group. He looked on with envy and said, "Senior sister, you are really amazing. I would have a hard time stopping bleeding accurately 18 times in one minute."

Practicing hemostasis techniques, from 10 times to 20 times, and then to 40 times, is a significant hurdle.

Xiao He and Jie Han are at the same level, and to be able to do it about 18 times is quite remarkable, which is close to the level of a level 2 hemostasis technique.

"Be quick with your eyes and hands. Practice your hands first, then practice your eyes. There's no rush." ​​Luo Tingzhu looked at Xiao He, offering generous words of guidance.

Upon seeing this, Fang Ziye put down the materials and went to another empty workbench to clean it.

Luo Tingzhu's excellence needs no further applause. Her current ability is roughly on par with his own five minutes ago. However, Fang Ziye is already planning to master the wound cleaning technique as well.

So, my proficiency level was over 90 before, but now it's 101, and I estimate it will reach 110 after I finish the operation.

But Luo Tingzhu was a little excited at the moment, and took advantage of the few more practice materials to continue to consolidate her skills.

Such a small breakthrough is something you can celebrate with your teacher if you happen to achieve it. But if you don't, it's impossible to get your superiors to celebrate. In that case, your superiors will be very unhappy. You can just say something in the department at that time.

Of course, if someone can meet the graduation standards for a master's degree or a doctoral degree, then you can call on the head of the orthopedics department or the head of teaching in orthopedics.

The last basic medical procedure that Fang Ziye needed to master was debridement. So, after everything was prepared, Fang Ziye went to collect the debridement instrument kit and the pork materials for practice.

"Teacher Zhu, could you give me an extra half jin?" Fang Ziye continued to ask.

"What do you need so much for? To chop it up and make dumplings at home?" Professor Zhu Weiguo asked in a condescending tone.

"Teacher Zhu, I'd like to see if I can master the debridement technique today." Fang Ziye didn't hold back.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Weiguo straightened up: "You think you're capable again?" The reason he said "again" was that Zhu Weiguo kept hearing people in that small group talking about Fang Ziye.

The main concern is why that BBK (Step-by-Step) guy in trauma surgery hasn't been clearing up his level lately.

Then someone said that Fang Ziye had to defend his thesis and didn't have time to come to the practice room for a long time, so naturally his center of gravity couldn't shift.

Good grief, you just finished your defense and you're already back to climbing overboard, huh?
"More or less, Professor Zhu. No one can guarantee anything before we start, but it should be alright," Fang Ziye continued shamelessly.

It's a good thing to get more materials, and this pork is different from the pork I buy myself; it needs to be crushed in the warehouse.

A few minutes later, Professor Zhu Weiguo personally carried three jin of pork out of the warehouse, which was then packaged into six bags.

He called out, "Come on, come on, let me take a good look."

"You haven't been here in a long time, we haven't had any fun," Professor Zhu said, then added.

“I made a bet of fifty yuan with Li Guohua last time. If you can take another step forward this month, I’ll treat you to breakfast.”

Fang Ziye froze, his face twitching.

You guys are still making bets?
You're betting fifty dollars?
Fang Ziye thought to himself, "How about I give each of you fifty yuan, you two?"

When Fang Ziye went back into the training room, he brought Professor Zhu Weiguo with him, which surprised many people.

As Ke Luo Tingzhu was doing this, she secretly felt a surge of joy, vaguely sensing that she was being valued.

It's possible that Professor Zhu Weiguo also came to see the young people.

However, when Zhu Weiguo passed by, he didn't even look at her. Instead, he went to Fang Ziye's workbench with Fang Ziye and deliberately assumed a horse stance.

"Come on, you do it, I'll record a video, so Old Li won't think I'm lying to him," Zhu Weiguo said.

This one sentence revealed a lot of information at the time.

After Luo Tingzhu finished processing the third piece of hemostatic material and met the requirements for breaking through the level, she quickly put down what she was doing and turned around to look.

Sure enough, Zhu Weiguo brought Fang Ziye several large bags of pork, all of which were practice materials for wound cleaning techniques. This was precisely the basic skill that Fang Ziye had been missing from before.

That is to say?

Just when Luo Tingzhu felt she had finally caught up, a wall suddenly appeared in front of her, forcing her to take a detour instead of driving side by side on a smooth path.

Luo Tingzhu hesitated for a moment, but then it dawned on her!
Birds soar far when they follow the phoenix, and people's character naturally improves when they associate with the virtuous.

Perhaps only if Fang Ziye becomes more outstanding will she have greater motivation. Otherwise, Luo Tingzhu was planning to slack off for two days, lie in her dormitory, and enjoy a weekend of binge-watching dramas.

Now, Luo Tingzhu decided to watch the show for only two hours on the weekend, not a minute more.

Including the Lunar New Year holiday!
Luo Tingzhu secretly cheered herself up and remained calm.

After tidying up the workbench a bit, I first put the other two practice materials aside, and then put the rest into the medical waste bin.

Only then did she approach Fang Ziye and Professor Zhu Weiguo.

Now, the crowd of onlookers has gathered again...

Just a few minutes later, Fang Ziye's first debridement procedure was a great success, something that even Fang Ziye himself hadn't expected.

But maybe I was just in a good mood.

After all, 104/500 does have a relatively high success rate, it's just that the success rate isn't as high as the proficiency rate of 120/500!

After reading it, Luo Tingzhu pondered to herself, "As expected, Senior Brother Fang's talent is even greater than mine."

In particular, everyone in the department said that once Fang Ziye was relieved of the pressure and heavy responsibilities and could just go about his business in a relaxed and leisurely manner, his potential would be enormous.

Some people need pressure to make progress, while others need relaxation.

"Guys, are we watching a show? What's the show?" Just then, a loud voice rang out.

These words made many people turn around.

"Senior Brother Fan!"

"Senior Brother Fan."

"..."

He is Fan Yantong, a second-year doctoral student in Professor Dong Yaohui's group.

He was walking into the practice room with his hands behind his back.

However, before Fan Yantong could enjoy the respectful address from his junior brothers and sisters for long, an irritable voice rang out from the crowd: "Who are you?"

"Who told you to speak? Come here right now and help me edit out that sentence of yours," came Professor Zhu Weiguo's somewhat annoyed voice.

He's good at recording videos, but he doesn't know how to edit them.

If you were to send a video to Professor Li Guohua, it would be unfriendly to have an inconsiderate voice interrupt. Even if the voice is unfriendly, it can only come from yourself.

Fan Yantong immediately staggered, his straight posture slightly bent, and he said with a forced smile, "Teacher Zhu, okay, Teacher Zhu, I'm sorry..."

Fan Yantong's respect for the old professor was genuine.

These senior professors, although they haven't performed clinical surgeries for a long time, it doesn't mean they're incapable. They just don't perform them at their own hospital; they remain specially appointed experts at other hospitals and occasionally still go out to perform clinical surgeries.

They were just bored out of their minds, with nothing to do at the hospital.

Only after Fan Yantong got closer did he realize that Fang Ziye's wound cleaning technique had also affected him.

Fan Yantong instantly felt like he'd been slapped, and his face tingled as he looked at Fang Ziye. What kind of god was this?

How did you break through again?
"Are you trying to kill me?" Fan Yantong was just thinking that he might be able to show off a little, but what's the point of showing off now?

Currently, among the second-year doctoral students, only Gu Yi has made significant progress in debridement techniques, while the others are still focused on suturing. Gu Yi's progress in suturing is slow.

As for Luo Tingzhu, Gu Yi never even considered comparing himself to her; she was an outlier.

Unexpected?
Besides Luo Tingzhu, another oddball has appeared. What should he do?
Why don't you just download the CapCut app and help Zhu Weiguo edit the videos?

After finishing the editing, Zhu Weiguo listened to it once and then left satisfied. As he clicked send, he said, "A bet's a bet, a bet's a bet, right? Fifty yuan, how many breakfasts can you buy or how can you pay off your debt?"

"The video's here! Fifty yuan per person! Don't try to renege on your promise!"

"Li Guohua! What do you mean by giving me a hundred? Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar? You said fifty, so why are you giving me fifty? Do you expect me to give you a reward?" Zhu Weiguo's furious voice followed, probably because something had hit a nerve with him.

I was already in a bad mood.
Fang Ziye: "..."

Luo Tingzhu: "..."

……

That concludes the little farce.

Fan Yantong wiped his sweat and sat alone at the control panel, enjoying the sense of accomplishment that belonged to him.

I dare not invite anyone else to come and see.

If something goes wrong and it fails, and Fang Ziye gives a few pointers, wouldn't that be ridiculous?
People always need a bit of stubborn dignity.

……

Around 2:40 p.m., Fang Ziye left the practice room ahead of time. After successfully performing the exercises a few times, he gave the remaining practice materials to Luo Tingzhu and Fan Yantong.

Practice materials are always welcome. Fang Ziye has already completed a small stage of improvement, so there's no need to waste any more materials unless it's for the next improvement. A day's worth of materials is insignificant.

Fang Ziye arrived at the laboratory first.

However, when Luo Tingzhu entered the lab at 3:39 PM with a question, Fang Ziye dropped the petri dish on the ground, spilling all the reagents inside.

"Senior brother, what does 'double flight' mean? I always feel that the person who said that has ill intentions." Luo Tingzhu put on her mask and tore off her gloves at the same time.

Fang Ziye was startled, then quickly stepped back a few paces and took off his white coat.

These white coats contaminated with cell culture medium must be disinfected, and the ground must also be disinfected with alcohol.

As Fang Ziye looked at Luo Tingzhu, who had squatted down to help, he explained, "It means that we will improve together, but this word is not good. Don't ask about it."

"Oh, okay." Luo Tingzhu obediently swallowed back the words "we'll fly together in the future" that were almost on the tip of her tongue.

(End of this chapter)