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Chapter 149 Information Error (Please Subscribe)

"Really? Is it really that curly?" Fang Ziye looked at the itinerary schedule sent by Luo Tingzhu and felt a chill run down his spine.

After all, all that came to Fang Ziye's mind was the phrase "happy education," and he never imagined that a medical doctor from abroad could plan his trip to such an extent.

I get up at 6:00 AM to start ward rounds, and then begin surgery around 6:40 AM. The surgery lasts until 4:00 PM, after which the experimental procedure planning begins at 4:40 PM.

This continued until around midnight or 1 a.m., and then we had to get up at 5:30 a.m. to do rounds.

“That’s right, I was also stunned when I first arrived.”

"Even a senior student who studied abroad for four years has a very busy schedule in the internal medicine department."

"Of course, there are also those who lie down and accomplish nothing, without any pressure, but they are outside the scope of my observation."

“Senior, I’ve also managed to infiltrate a department here, working under a professor. I have to go to his clinic today. I reckon I’ll have to do a lot of research…” Luo Tingzhu replied.

"Go ahead, but remember to get some rest," Fang Ziye replied, looking up at the ceiling with a slight sense of existential unease.

Then Fang Ziye became restless. After taking a shower, he turned on his computer, started looking up literature, and began writing his thesis.

This paper needs to be submitted and completed by June, with the manuscript finished by the end of April. Leaving about two months for submission and revisions will be a huge workload.

After all, Fang Ziye had carefully considered this article, and including the cited references, it was likely to be no less than sixty pages, and possibly even as many as eighty pages...

If one person were to complete it, the writing alone would take more than six months. Only when their team works together could they possibly finish it within two months.

Articles aren't so easy to publish.

However, Fang Ziye occasionally saw in the novel that Lan Tianlu had recommended to him that went from manuscript to publication in just one month, and the impact factor was very high.

It seems really great, but upon closer inspection, it doesn't seem so great after all.

It wasn't until 12:30 in the morning that Fang Ziye received the message from Luo Tingzhu that she was going to have lunch: "Senior brother, why aren't you asleep yet? I've already started eating lunch."

"Huh???" Fang Ziye sent a few question marks.

“You forgot? There was a plugin for downloading documents that you used my account for,” Luo Tingzhu replied.

"..." Fang Ziye sent a few dots and immediately replied, "I'm going to sleep now."

What are you planning to eat for lunch?

"The Chinese restaurant is too far, and I'm too lazy to go. I'll probably just go for pizza. But the pizza here is pretty good," Luo Tingzhu said.

"I'm going to rest now, and we'll talk again tomorrow morning."

“Oh, no, it should have been nighttime then,” Fang Ziye said.

“Okay, senior brother, I can only spare two hours a day at most to write the article for the group, but I should be able to finish the first draft in three to five days at most,” Luo Tingzhu instructed Fang Ziye.

Then he added, "Senior brother, you can also assign me some more tasks."

"You should focus on your experiments. With ample funding outside, you should do more research and try to get a paper with an impact factor of ten or even twenty. If you can use your professor's name to get a paper with an impact factor of twenty or more on your own, then all your efforts this year will have been worthwhile," Fang Ziye encouraged.

In fact, being able to produce one major article a year is already quite impressive.

Even with Fang Ziye's excellent skills and six months of teamwork, they could only produce one paper with a score of just over twenty. It's not that easy.

"also."

"I'm using two accounts at the same time right now..." Luo Tingzhu sent a smirking emoji, then added playfully.

“My labmates were all stunned, but when I told them you could operate four machines at once, they looked at you like you were a monster and insisted that I introduce you to them.”

"Really? Then do you want to introduce her? Is she as good-looking as you?" Fang Ziye felt the atmosphere was right and teased her like this.

Luo Tingzhu sent several blushing emojis without any text.

Then she sent a picture of herself eating a pizza, which looked pretty good.

Fang Ziye didn't reply again and went to sleep.

The next day.

March has finally passed.

Taking advantage of waking up early and it being the weekend, Fang Ziye went downstairs and ran a lap. After running about 5,000 meters, when he came back to wash up, he was covered in sweat.

He hadn't run for more than two years, mainly because his clinical work was too tiring and the pressure of scientific research was too great, leaving him no time at all. Now that he's at Enshi Central Hospital, Fang Ziye feels he can pick up the habit of running again.

However, the 5,000 meters, which used to be easy for Fang Ziye, now feels a little strenuous.

After showering and drying his hair, it was only seven o'clock. Fang Ziye went downstairs to buy two steamed buns and a cup of soy milk, thinking that he should hurry back to the department so that he could meet with the directors and become familiar with them.

Fang Ziye had been to the trauma center before, so he easily found his way to the department entrance.

But now, the department is almost full of extra beds.

There were no patients waiting at the nurses' station, but there were quite a few family members asking questions.

Some of the extra beds were added temporarily, and there weren't even any charging outlets, let alone cabinets. Some patients and their families had their phones out of battery and asked how to solve the problem. Others had nowhere to put their luggage.

The nurses on duty explained one by one, and one of them even said, "This is really not our hospital deliberately making things difficult for you. We don't use electrical outlets here. Not only can you not use them, but we don't use them either."

"If a fire or short circuit occurs in the hospital due to improper use of electrical outlets, none of us can bear the responsibility."

"Think about it, if the monitoring and oxygen supply in the intensive care unit were to stop, whose responsibility would it be?"

"Right, try to understand."

"There are plenty of outlets in the doctor's office. You can go there to charge your devices after your shift ends."

“I know it’s tough, but the reason our department added so many beds is to make things easier for you. I haven’t had a minute of rest yet.”

"Coming, coming right away..." the nurse said as the call bell rang, and she replied to the other end.

After such a large emergency, not only are the doctors exhausted, but the nurses are even more so. Perhaps the only difference is that the doctors suffer from headaches, while the nurses suffer from leg pain.

In such cases, the surgeries performed on hospitalized patients are generally quite difficult. Whether or not the patient's problems can be resolved is a difficult question for the doctors. Moreover, the order of surgeries must be carefully considered, and problems must be solved one by one.

After Fang Ziye entered the ward, Lu Ge, who was dozing off, caught up with him from behind.

"Hey, young man."

"Oh, Dr. Fang."

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Brother Lu was still very dedicated. He wasn't at the door just now because he went to fetch water. When he caught up and saw that it was Fang Ziye, he quickly waved his hand and said it was nothing.

"Good morning, Brother Lu."

"Hello, I thought someone had broken in. Yesterday and today, the ward was almost bursting at the seams with patients' families. At five in the morning, after much pleading, we finally managed to get some of the family members to go out and rest," Brother Lu explained.

With more patients, the number of people accompanying them must be controlled.

Otherwise, with over eighty beds in a department, plus extra beds, and two or three people accompanying each bed, that would be over three hundred people, enough to turn the department upside down.

Therefore, the department usually has rules that allow only one person to accompany the patient, or both parents to accompany the child. Only very special patients may have three people accompanying them.

Shifts are possible.

Fang Ziye walked into the doctor's office. Since it was still early, there weren't many doctors in white coats. There were only three people asleep on the table, and the heater was on full blast.

Another person's phone was occasionally buzzing with WeChat, but it didn't wake him up.

Fang Ziye carefully considered the situation and realized that one of the people lying down was Zhang Jinchuan, the doctor on duty yesterday, but he didn't disturb him.

He wanted to move into the break room, find a white coat to put on, and then go to the computer to check on all the patients in the department.

However, as soon as I pushed open the door, I saw that the duty room was filled with people on the two bunk beds on the left and right.

The reason they were arranged like this was because each upper bunk had two beds laid out side by side, with one person at each end, wrapped in a blanket. The poor guys on the lower bunks had to share one bed with three people side by side, their feet on the ground.

There was a pile of cigarette butts on the ground, and the smell was pungent.

Another colleague was missing a shoe, and his sock was sticking out, mingling with the smell of smoke. Fang Ziye was immediately bewildered and quickly grabbed a white coat before heading to the office...

Then I turned on the computer and checked the number of patients in the department.

Upon seeing it, Fang Ziye felt a slight pang in his heart.

There are as many as 91 patients under the care of the trauma surgery department, and 80 of them are in our own department. All the extra beds and extra beds are full.

The other eleven are staying in beds in the urology department downstairs, but they are marked as extra beds in the orthopedics department.

Moreover, the medical record system clearly shows that there are only seven patients after the surgery.

In other words, this is the hospitalization rate that has reached full capacity again after the department has been cleared of all suitable postoperative patients.

Eighty-four new patients were admitted, and eighty-four patients are awaiting surgery.

The densely packed squares represent a summary of a patient's entire medical condition, which Fang Ziye found somewhat alarming.

After careful examination, it was found that closed fractures were the most common. The other four patients who underwent surgery had just had open fractures treated with debridement and external fixation yesterday.

Closed fractures are the most common.

"There are less than a hundred injured people, damn it," Fang Ziye cursed inwardly.

He had just seen the news this morning and thought the data was unreliable, but now, looking at the numbers, it's like unreliable mothers opening the door to unreliability itself.

Fang Ziye couldn't be bothered with these things; he was just a doctor.

Fang Ziye didn't know which group he might be assigned to, so he just treated the patients as they came, considering it a form of learning.

However, Fang Ziye did not expect that about an hour later, a dignified-looking middle-aged man walked into the office.

"Are you wearing my white coat?" He looked at Fang Ziye, who was a stranger, and asked this question.

He was a middle-aged man, around fifty years old, with a somewhat large face but not fat. He was robust and powerful, with a bald head, a flat stomach, and a height of 1.8 meters.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye quickly took off his white coat and glanced at it: "Who are you? This white coat doesn't have a name on it."

"Who are you?" Upon hearing Fang Ziye's question, the middle-aged man opposite him immediately frowned, his eyes filled with warning, and questioned Fang Ziye as he walked towards him.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately matched the person to the description.

"Director Zhang, I'm sorry, I'm Fang Ziye!" Fang Ziye quickly adjusted his white coat.

The middle-aged man's expression relaxed slightly after hearing this.

With large, aggressive strides, he stopped, his imposing manner suddenly vanishing as he assumed Fang Ziye was looking for trouble. He quickly put on a smile and said, "I knew it! How could an ordinary person take my white coat? I thought you were here to cause trouble!"

"So it's Dr. Fang."

Fang Ziye smiled and handed over the white coat: "Director Zhang, I'm sorry, I didn't know your white coat didn't have your name on it."

"It's alright, it's alright! I should have thought of that earlier."

While putting on his white coat, Zhang Mingcan turned to the side and said, "Dr. Fang, why are you here so early? I thought you wouldn't arrive at the department until after nine o'clock."

"I was thinking of taking you to the lab later."

"Speaking of which, you came yesterday. We were not hospitable enough. We should have been the ones to give you a proper welcome, Dr. Fang." Zhang Mingcan said with a smile, but with a hint of guilt.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's heart sank, but his expression remained unchanged: "Director Zhang, you are too kind. I saw that everyone was busy yesterday."

"As for going to the lab, Director Zhang, I don't think there's a rush. Personally, I prefer clinical work to the lab." Fang Ziye didn't directly refuse.

If the circumstances are right, Fang Ziye would be willing to go to the lab to provide guidance or conduct small experiments. However, this time, his main job at Enshi Central Hospital is still clinical work.

Zhang Mingcan was slightly taken aback upon hearing this: "Li Yuanhong lied about military intelligence. I'll go and deal with him later."

"He told me that you like scientific research and that you are always on leave to do research in the department. I thought you, Dr. Fang, only liked to do experiments in the laboratory."

"I just took on some assignments, but the students below me are having difficulty pushing the assignments forward. Compared to that, I prefer clinical work."

Okay, Fang Ziye didn't doubt Zhang Mingcan's words.

Because in Li Yuanhong's view, he left immediately after making rounds every day, which may have caused a misunderstanding.

Moreover, Zhang Mingcan's passion for clinical practice cannot be faked.

"Director Zhang, I thought I misunderstood, or that Professor Li Guohua conveyed the wrong message." Fang Ziye added a little more emphasis to his statement.

Although I came here to ask for a favor, Director Zhang, please don't forget that the connections I have are not something that can be easily manipulated.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mingcan nodded at Fang Ziye, his brows furrowing: "Dr. Fang, you're not being fair. We're from the same hometown, and you're a talented young man from Enshi. Now that you've gone out into the world, you're using your old professorship to intimidate us."

"That's not fair, that's not fair."

This one sentence made Fang Ziye completely understand what Professor Deng Yong meant by praising Zhang Mingcan.

Putting aside his abilities, his emotional intelligence and coping skills alone are something he needs to learn.

Realizing he had misunderstood first, Fang Ziye quickly smiled apologetically: "Director Zhang, you may have misunderstood me. I didn't mean that."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mingcan sat down next to Fang Ziye and explained, "I'll have the head nurse get you a white coat later. You wear a size 180, medium, is that enough?"

“Our hospital’s procedure is that the head nurse goes to collect the supplies. We didn’t see your model number before, but you’ll be back in the morning.”

"Director Zhang, there's no need for all that trouble. The head nurse just needs to sign it, and I can just go down to the storeroom to get it." Fang Ziye's procedure for getting a white coat at Zhongnan Hospital was simply for the head nurse to sign it, he would go to the storeroom to get it, and the department would reimburse him through their funds, so he didn't have to pay out of pocket.

This can be considered a tool for work.

"Hey, it's nothing. That's how it's done in our hospital. The head nurse is the head of the department. We only feel at ease if she handles all the money and supplies."

"And once you sign and receive the white coat, you can forget about getting it replaced by her for the next few months."

"Never mind, if you really lose it or can't find it, I'll get you another one later." Zhang Mingcan thought Fang Ziye wanted a few more items.

White lab coats can be bought online, and you can also have them custom-made with labels and logos; they're not very expensive.

However, after casually mentioning it, Zhang Mingcan added, "Dr. Fang, is that so? If you're going to be in clinical practice here, you'll probably be in Director Wu Guonan's group."

"It's absolutely not that I don't want you in our group. It's just that our department currently has the fewest people in Director Wu's group. Although I am the director, I can't be too autocratic."

"And the brothers who are following me now have all been with me since I became an associate professor. I can't just abandon them. This arrangement is temporary. If you are willing to come later, I will make some adjustments in May."

“Our department director, Director Wu, is also the deputy director of the department.” Zhang Mingcan’s words were so confident that Fang Ziye had no way to refuse.

"Okay, Director Zhang, I'll follow your instructions." Fang Ziye had no temper, knowing that he and Zhang Mingcan were not on the same level at all.

"Yes, of course. Director Wu doesn't have a laboratory. Currently, I'm the only one in the department supervising graduate students, so in terms of research, we still have to follow your lead."

Fang Ziye's expression stiffened slightly: "Director Zhang, you're being too kind. There's still a lot I need to learn. Let's learn from each other."

Zhang Mingcan was definitely not the narrow-minded person he had imagined. It was just that Li Yuanhong didn't understand him well enough, so he conveyed the wrong message to Zhang Mingcan.

As Zhang Mingcan spoke, he glanced at the others and ultimately decided not to say it in the ward.

"Dr. Fang, let's go to my office for some tea."

“Everyone was exhausted yesterday and was resting. It was the weekend, so let them sleep in a little longer. Sigh, there was nothing I could do.” Zhang Mingcan sighed as he looked at the young people lying on the ground.

Fang Ziye knew that Zhang Mingcan wanted to talk to him about his salary and benefits.

The university and the hospital will both provide funding for the doctoral students' exchange program in rural areas, and the target hospital and department will certainly not be stingy.

(End of this chapter)