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Chapter 116 The Talented Senior Brother (Please Subscribe)
After Luo Tingzhu received negative results from searching for time management experts on her own last time, she decided it was better to use search engines less and ask directly instead.

Asking about it doesn't seem like a big problem; a bottle of cells falling out of the culture dish won't have a significant impact. It's just that the process of cleaning up the spilled tumor cell culture medium is a bit cumbersome.

Fortunately, they are tumor cells, not special microorganisms, and will not spread through the air.

Therefore, as long as the area is first restricted, then double-layered sterile examination gloves are put on, absorbent paper is used to temporarily contain the water stains on the ground, alcohol and 84 disinfectant are used in sequence, and then the situation is reported to the senior student in charge of safety management in the laboratory, at most one ultraviolet light will be used to completely denature the tumor cells on the ground...

After tidying up, Luo Tingzhu looked at Fang Ziye with some apology.

However, Fang Ziye had other tasks to perform, so he said, "Let's do the experiment first. This should be enough to handle things here. I just checked the laboratory's safety regulations."

……

The following day, January 23.

On the morning of the third day after Fang Ziye's thesis defense, Fang Ziye naturally had to come to the department to report for duty.

Fang Ziye is now Professor Deng Yong's doctoral student, a fact that is a foregone conclusion. His presence in the group is no longer as prominent as before. It is only because Fang Ziye has explained his future research plans and arrangements to Professor Deng Yong in a reasonable and well-founded manner that Professor Deng Yong is reluctant to let Fang Ziye leave his side.

Even with reports, she would still occasionally mutter things like, "Ye hasn't come again!" during surgery.

This already falls into the category of a beloved disciple.

According to Yuan Weihong's estimate, which was relayed to Fang Ziye, currently within the group, apart from Luo Tingzhu who holds the advantage of being the only female disciple, Fang Ziye is Professor Deng Yong's favorite among all the students in this batch.

As for why Luo Tingzhu was to be eliminated, Fang Ziye had inquired about that as well.

Luo Tingzhu was able to persuade Professor Deng Yong not only because of her own abilities and talent, but also for other reasons.

To be honest, even an older man like Yuan Weihong felt quite sorry for Luo Tingzhu. As for Professor Deng Yong, who was about the same age as Luo Tingzhu's father, it was good enough that he didn't go to the internal medicine department and bang on the table and curse after learning about Luo Tingzhu's previous experience there. Let alone throwing her back into the internal medicine department.

Where do you treat students like this? Students are being harassed and you just let it go.

In surgery, at least in orthopedics, or at least in trauma surgery where Deng Yong works, this kind of thing doesn't happen.

Therefore, Fang Ziye was not jealous at all in this respect.

Fang Ziye had very little to do, so he tried to give up the computer as much as possible. During his spare time, he would register the postoperative examination results of the only bed under his care, and then quickly go to the new patient's bedside to ask about his medical history, do a physical examination, and make sure he could see all the X-rays.

So that when making ward rounds, I can be well-informed and let my superiors know that I am only part-time, not completely absent from clinical work, and that I have a clear understanding of all the situations of the patients under my care.

Holding her notebook, she silently memorized the patient's diagnosis and brief medical history again as she walked into the doctor's office, just as Yuan Weihong was walking over.

He glanced at Fang Ziye, coughed, and casually took a dark blue pen from Fang Ziye's chest pocket, then hummed with a maternal smile, "Hmm?"

Fang Ziye tilted his head, then nodded first: "Mm!"

Then he replied, "Master, I'll take the remaining money in the fund book and spend it first. The hospital's funds should arrive in mid-February. It's like withdrawing it first, since the accounts will be settled in the middle of the year anyway."

Let me explain again.

Whether it's laboratory reagents or consumables, unless it's a tiny, insignificant company, they won't demand immediate payment. And companies that do demand immediate payment can't get into the laboratories at Zhongnan Hospital.

You're making things so complicated. I'd rather not have your money than go through the hassle of getting reimbursed for every purchase I make.

"Okay, it's fine."

"Well done."

"Besides you, Jiehan's basic operations have also started to become more standard," Yuan Weihong said.

Fang Ziye understood; he guessed that Jie Han had finally reached level 2, having reached the required 20 points of proficiency in level 1. This speed was average, slightly faster than Fang Ziye's.

But what awaits Jie Han is the brutal beating of 50 proficiency points in his level 2 skill; he'll have his work cut out for him.

"That's a good thing, Master!"

"Junior brother, you should be one of the better ones in this cohort in terms of professional skills, right?" Fang Ziye asked.

Yuan Weihong said, "Currently, we're ranked in the top three in the entire orthopedics department, so your master is under a lot of pressure. I still need to find someone to argue with and bring Lan Tianluo back."

Yuan Weihong touched his hairline again and vaguely felt that it had receded a bit more.

There's no way around it. Yuan Weihong got a late bloomer, and then he had to add another student who ranked first in both the written test and the interview. Now, he specifically wants Lan Tianluo in an academic year that isn't his own recruitment year. It's going to come at a lot of cost.

Yuan Weihong and Xie Jinyuan take turns accepting students, mainly because the department has a limited number of master's degree positions. Even after the expansion of enrollment, there are still far from enough places for supervisors, so they have to take turns.

"Master, what was the result?" Fang Ziye asked with some concern.

March is the time for the master's re-examination. If there is still no conclusion by now, Yuan Weihong will only be a runner-up this year.

"I delayed my assignment to the countryside by a year and my promotion by a year, so that I could give the opportunity to Hu Baiyu from the hand surgery department!"

"I wasn't even eligible for a master's degree for the next two years." Yuan Weihong pressed his right thumb against his temple, clearly quite distressed.

The cost for one student is too high.

Promotion in professional titles is related to income.

Anyone living in this world, even if they are just an ordinary working-class family, cannot escape the mundane topic of income.

Fang Ziye didn't know what to say for a moment, but Yuan Weihong only mentioned it briefly before walking into the office, taking the already reviewed medical record book, and signing his name on the first page of the medical record.

The first page of a medical record usually has a section for the chief physician and attending physician.

Yuan Weihong, Xie Jinyuan, and Qin Geluo all need a certain number of cases to be promoted, so the beds they are in charge of are actually subdivided, but they are not made public. Whoever is in charge is in charge, and if there is a special case, they can switch to another one.

It takes years of accumulation, not just a day's work.

During ward rounds, Professor Deng Yong still singled out Fang Ziye, found a patient whose condition was not under Fang Ziye's care, and made Fang Ziye memorize all the classifications of the corresponding fractures and the corresponding surgical indications.

This is a relatively basic topic in orthopedics, and it is also a required subject for master's students majoring in trauma surgery. This topic is not difficult for Fang Ziye.

"Well, not bad. You didn't mess up the clinical work, but you still need to read more books. There weren't any highlights. For example, you didn't add anything about the two classification methods for humeral head fractures."

"OA classification is for easier communication, while other classifications are for easier treatment..." Professor Deng Yong praised Fang Ziye, then gave him a scathing critique.

Fang Ziye quickly took notes; his attitude was quite honest.

Everyone laughed.

Without being explicitly mentioned, Professor Deng Yong's requirements for Fang Ziye were actually slightly higher than those for other doctoral students. Mastering the classification of treatments that need to be guided is something that doctoral students really need to master.

No, it's an intermediate professional title, like the one Yuan Weihong is at, which requires a high level of expertise.

But who would tell Fang Ziye the truth after Professor Deng Yong has been feeding them like this? Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?

However, at this moment, Luo Tingzhu and the others also quickly took notes to facilitate their future learning and note-taking.

……

Time flies like water; even though it's only been a day, it passed in the blink of an eye.

However, a tiny variable has emerged in the department.

Sun Shaoqing is gone. Senior Sun Shaoqing has officially left Zhongnan Hospital as a graduate. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be going to find a place to settle down and work.

At most, he would come back to pick up his graduation certificate and degree certificate again. After that, he was no longer in the department. Starting from August last year, he became the senior member of Professor Deng Yong's group, constantly criticizing and belittling others.

In the practice room, there was no sign of the most senior doctoral student diligently studying.

It's possible that for a long time, Fang Ziye won't hear the name "Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing" again.

Fang Ziye used to think this kind of scene was alright; everyone was graduating and looking for jobs.

However, with the change in his status, Fang Ziye also felt a little urgency. He was a doctor himself and he was about to graduate. Staying in the hospital was still uncertain, at least in the Department of Trauma Surgery.

Moreover, there are many ways to stay in the hospital, including ordinary contracts, ordinary staff positions, and high talent recruitment fees...

This change wasn't limited to Fang Ziye; he also noticed that Wang Yuanqi and Gu Yi had grown considerably since Senior Brother Sun left.

Even though they weren't in their third year of doctoral studies, and there were still about six months to go, they were already acting like senior student Sun Shaoqing when he first became a third-year doctoral student, giving orders around the department.

The two of them are currently the leaders of the wardens in this group, and they need to set a good example and do a good job in managing the wardens.

Previously, surgical arrangements were handled by Sun Shaoqing, Qin Geluo, and Yuan Weihong. But now, it's just the two of them learning through trial and error. Besides practicing professional procedures in the training room, they also have to keep good records of patient surgical arrangements.

In addition, they also need to conduct experiments in the laboratory to prepare for graduation, staying in the hospital, and finding a job.

Very busy.

But being busy can help you grow a lot.

At the same time, Fang Ziye's classmate Li Yuanpei also left with his senior brother Sun Shaoqing.

Li Yuanpei went to the private coaching training class again.

He felt that his progress was too small, so he wanted to learn more to repay Professor Deng Yong for his care and support. Naturally, he also wanted to learn more to work hard and prepare for his future.

Professor Deng Yong certainly doesn't need what Li Yuanpei learned to make a name for himself in the department.

……

In the lab, Fang Ziye was working through the feedback from the first revision of his submitted meta-analysis, while on the other side, he was waiting for the blue light sterilization of the cell manipulation table to finish.

It was almost noon. After typing a few words, Fang Ziye checked the time and then looked at his takeout order. He wondered why Luo Tingzhu hadn't arrived yet. If she wasn't coming, he would just eat by himself.

I glanced at the time and it was 12:47. The elevator door outside the lab's fingerprint-coded glass door opened, and two people walked out. One of them was carrying a backpack and his ever-present snack chest bag.

There was also a young man next to him, wearing glasses, who looked to be between twenty and thirty years old, and was slightly taller than Fang Ziye!

He was carrying a casual square zippered backpack. When he turned to the side, Fang Ziye noticed that the logo printed on it was ARMANI.

Although Fang Ziye wasn't particularly interested in luxury brands, he still knew that this designer bag, which reads "Nima a" backwards, was probably worth more than ten times the price of his Nike backpack.

Through the relatively thick glass door, the young man's voice was initially inaudible, but as Luo Tingzhu unlocked the door with her fingerprint and the sliding door gradually opened, his voice became clearer: "Junior sister, your lab is quite large, isn't it? Is it a provincial key lab?"

Luo Tingzhu's expression at this moment was slightly "amiable" and forced: "Yes, Senior Brother Liu! This is my master's laboratory."

"My seat is over here."

Upon seeing the visitors, Fang Ziye's eyes flickered slightly, and he swallowed back the words he was about to say, "Junior Sister, your takeout has arrived." He simply glanced at the two of them, smiled, and then continued to revise the third section of the data presentation.

"Senior brother, why don't you rest here for a bit? I haven't eaten yet. I'll go prepare the experimental workbench first, and I'll be done by the time I finish eating." Luo Tingzhu pulled out a chair next to her.

This is where Jie Han is sitting for now, but he's not in the lab today.

"Is this what you're having for lunch?" asked the man called Senior Brother Liu, glancing at Luo Tingzhu's takeout.

"I ordered it in advance, just grab something quick and easy. We don't usually fuss in the lab. I'll go heat up the reagents first..." Luo Tingzhu told her senior brother Liu this before going to get her lab coat.

After taking the white coat, Luo Tingzhu put her reagents and other equipment into the constant temperature water tank.

Reagents taken directly from the refrigerator are too cold to be handled directly.

After that, Luo Tingzhu took off her gloves and mask again, put down her white coat, and walked out of the laboratory with her takeout.

Generally, if you need to eat in the lab, you should eat in the corridor so that the smell doesn't linger too much in the lab.

However, Senior Brother Liu had already noticed that Luo Tingzhu's takeout packaging box was the same as Fang Ziye's when they went out to eat earlier, so he asked again, "Tingzhu, the one who was just sitting there, is that Fang Ziye, the one you mentioned who is very skilled at conducting experiments?"

"Mm." Luo Tingzhu nodded.

"Senior brother, you should rest for a bit. I'll be back after I've eaten." Luo Tingzhu held the lunchbox, smiled shyly, and then turned to walk out, her pretty face full of helplessness.

Stepping out of the lab, there was an elevator on the left and a stairwell on the right. Pushing open the door, Luo Tingzhu saw Fang Ziye already outside, and he had even laid out the light purple cushion where she was sitting.

Fang Ziye was squatting by the window at the corner of the stairs, enjoying his meal.

Luo Tingzhu climbed the steps and said, "Senior brother, yesterday I asked this Senior Brother Liu what kind of vector is most suitable if miRNA is to be overexpressed to silence mRNA, and he just said he would teach me how to do the experiment."

“He called me several times today, and the lab where Senior Brother Liu works is right upstairs.”

"Hmm, it's alright. It's a good thing that someone is coming to help teach us how to do experiments," Fang Ziye said rather calmly.

Luo Tingzhu was always diligent and inquisitive, always seeking knowledge from others. Whether it was asking her senior brothers, teachers, or even junior brothers for advice, it was not shameful at all; on the contrary, it deserved praise.

Luo Tingzhu opened the top layer of the lunchbox and sat down next to Fang Ziye. She said, "I told him that the senior students in our lab know how to operate it, and all I need to do is tell him about the carriers he has used. But he said that our basic experimental techniques in orthopedics might not be up to par."

“Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing had previously conducted experiments with him.”

Fang Ziye tilted his head slightly, chewed with his mouth bulging, and did not reply.

Seeing that Fang Ziye's expression didn't change much, Luo Tingzhu continued, "Senior Brother Fang, could you work next to me while I'm working on it?"

“I feel that it’s not good to keep bringing people from outside the lab into the lab, and it’s also not easy to directly refuse them.”

Fang Ziye put the food in his mouth down and asked, "Do you want me to help you get rid of him?"

"It's not about rushing him, it's about making Senior Brother Liu realize that he doesn't actually need to come to our lab to teach. Is that okay?" Luo Tingzhu asked, slightly nervous.

Many times when she asked if it was okay, she would only get a "yes" reply very rarely.

Fang Ziye hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'll do my best."

Fang Ziye wasn't sure either. After all, no one could say for sure whether the senior brother Sun Shaoqing, who had been invited to help with the experiment, was actually good at experimental procedures.

Fang Ziye's current level 3 basic cell manipulation skills, with a proficiency of less than 100, are not even the best in this laboratory, nor are they enough to make him give up easily.

However, Fang Ziye quietly focused all his knowledge points on basic cell experimental techniques, and the two hundred knowledge points he had accumulated in the past few days were all cleared out at once.

Basic cell experimental techniques have only reached level 3, 311/500!

"Senior brother, that's the idea. Senior brother Sun is actually quite outstanding. I just don't want to bother you all the time, so I don't ask you about everything. If I can find the answer by checking the literature myself or by asking others, I will find a way to solve it myself."

Luo Tingzhu explained this with her feet together, then scooped up the first bite of meat from the grilled meat rice with a spoon, mixed with chili, and chewed it slowly.

(End of this chapter)