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Chapter 150 A Monthly Salary of Seven Thousand is Like Becoming an Immortal (Please Subscribe)
After setting aside his negative, one-sided impressions, Fang Ziye carefully observed Zhang Mingcan in the director's office and felt that Zhang Mingcan was shrouded in an indescribable charm.

He has a bald head and a large face, mainly with wide cheekbones, and his face looks like static on a television screen.

He's not handsome at all, but he's quite mature and exudes an air of authority.

After preparing the tea for Fang Ziye, he said, "Dr. Fang, it's not any fancy tea, just some local mountain tea. At least it can help boost the local economy."

"I'm from my hometown."

Fang Ziye quickly accepted the gift with both hands: "Director Zhang, you can call me Ziye or Xiao Fang."

"Where is Director Zhang's hometown?"

“Feng County, Li Town. It’s in a rather remote location. You might not know Ziye.” Zhang Mingcan changed his words.

Although Fang Ziye was a PhD, he didn't try to flatter him. Instead, he looked him up and down with an appraising and appreciative gaze, without anything provocative about it.

"I've heard of it; it should border Hunan Province. But I've never been there."

"The taste is alright. The tea I usually drink at home is just ordinary mountain tea." Fang Ziye took a sip, then put the tea on the table, his mind in turmoil.

To be honest, Fang Ziye didn't have much experience dealing with unfamiliar superiors like this.

Even when I first arrived at the hospital, I knew that there was a master I could trust, so I followed him.

Fang Ziye had never been able to travel to a workplace alone without any guide, so he was a little nervous.

"As long as you can get used to the taste, that's fine."

"Ziye, your coming to our department was arranged by Professor Li Guohua and our department's Director Qiu. Director Qiu only told me about this a month ago."

“At that time, Li Yuanhong happened to be in Zhongnan Hospital for further studies, so I asked him to do some preliminary research. To be honest, I didn’t have any experience in receiving doctoral students for exchange programs, and I didn’t know how to handle it.”

"However, since you chose Enshi, Xiao Fang, you must have some hometown sentimentality. To put it more formally, I have to thank you for having such an idea." Zhang Mingcan's words were quite official.

Fang Ziye blushed a little. He hadn't actually considered contributing to his hometown when he made this choice; he simply wanted to improve himself.

"Director Zhang, you flatter me."

"Of course, we're not flattering each other."

"To be honest."

"Whether you're in China or anywhere else, pursuing your future is never shameful. And we hope that you young people can also strive for your future, but we also hope that you young people can be a little nostalgic."

"The farther you go, the more resources our Enshi will have, whether it's for further studies or other purposes."

“There’s an old saying, ‘If a son is capable, he can go out and make his way; if he’s capable, he can stay at home.’ That’s roughly the idea. I’m not trying to morally blackmail anyone. I genuinely hope that Enshi can produce more talented people.” Zhang Mingcan got straight to the point.

Naturally, this also broadened his path in a short period of time.

The moment Fang Ziye looked at Zhang Mingcan, he understood a little why Zhang Mingcan was in the position of director. Perhaps, he himself could not reach such a height.

Fang Ziye found it difficult to respond to such flattery, so he simply remained silent and smiled in return.

"Is that so, Dr. Fang? Since you're here, I'd like to make some things clear."

“Interpersonal communication is essentially a kind of resource exchange. Of course, our hospital’s platform can’t compare to Dr. Fang’s current Zhongnan Hospital.”

"However, perhaps what we need is guidance from Dr. Fang, and our hospital happens to have some resources that you currently need."

"In other words, to be realistic, our group is indeed just starting out, and we might need you, Xiao Fang, to guide us and get some of the most basic things up and running..." Zhang Mingcan put it very directly.

And it's a bit frustrating.

Eun-shin Central Hospital is also affiliated with Seoul National University. Some students who want to apply for master's programs here need to meet the admission requirements of Seoul National University's medical system to be able to study here.

The score is not low, but with this score, one cannot enjoy the same resources as Central South Hospital and Hubei Provincial People's Hospital.

Limited capabilities are certain, as are limited resources.

But we must keep moving forward.

Zhang Mingcan strongly hopes that the department can bring in some PhDs, hoping to guide at least orthopedics towards a more standardized path that emphasizes both scientific research and clinical practice, which is essentially a superficial formal education.

However, the opportunity is not yet ripe, so I need Fang Ziye's help.

To be honest, even if Zhang Mingcan's words weren't entirely heartfelt, they at least struck a chord with Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye is not entirely opposed to being used, but he needs to be mindful of how he uses the opportunity.

Fang Ziye thought an exchange was feasible.

To make progress, one must seek knowledge and guidance.

"Director Zhang, regarding the research project and basic experiments, I may only have some experience in the operational aspects, but as you just mentioned, I hope I can guide you in a direction for in-depth research on this project."

"That's giving me too much credit," Fang Ziye said directly.

It's impossible for me to give you directions; you have to find them yourself. My research group doesn't have many projects, and each direction will be funded by the group's own research grants. I can't possibly give you the results of my efforts.

However, if you need any preliminary research, once you've found the right direction, I can help guide you through the basic experiments for preliminary research, no problem.

It is better to teach people to fish than to teach people.

If I give you directions and you just follow them, what will you do when you change directions next time? Besides, Fang Ziye can't be that generous.

Zhang Mingcan probably didn't expect Fang Ziye to be so generous: "Xiao Fang, it's okay, we'll definitely find the direction ourselves, you just need to take a look."

"The main problem is that my students are just running around aimlessly, squandering money without any sense of direction."

"The grants we received were for municipal-level research projects, mainly municipal-level grants. These are grants that we can't even offer out here; nobody dares to accept them. They just have to force them onto me..."

Zhang Mingcan told Fang Ziye that Fang Ziye wanted to hit someone.

If it weren't for Zhang Mingcan's helpless expression, Fang Ziye would have thought Zhang Mingcan was Versailles.

Both he and Luo Tingzhu had worked hard for a long time to secure funding, something they had dreamed of achieving.

But with Zhang Mingcan, it was the state health commission and research-related departments that offered him funding, and he refused it.

Of course, this practice also reveals that the research projects conducted in prefecture-level city hospitals are basically just perfunctory projects, and everyone avoids anything that actually involves basic research.

I'm afraid of getting a research project but not being able to complete it.

Can also understand.

"I wonder what direction the research project Director Zhang has been assigned to?" Fang Ziye asked.

Zhang Mingcan said, "No direction is necessary, and no direction is set. It doesn't matter what kind of basic experiment it is."

Zhang Mingcan's face darkened.

Although he had never done basic scientific research, as a master's thesis supervisor and director of a prefecture-level city hospital, he had served as the chairperson of the defense committee for many master's theses.

I also know that what I'm saying now is a bit ridiculous.

Don't feel that having no direction and being able to write freely is a good thing. Untitled essays are the hardest to write.

It's obvious they don't have much of a research background; otherwise, they could easily find a direction and delve into it deeply.

Fang Ziye's lips twitched for a moment, but he ultimately didn't say anything.

This matter is settled for now.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Mingcan discussed the issue of compensation with Fang Ziye.

"Xiao Fang, in principle, our hospital and our department should provide certain subsidies for doctoral exchange groups like yours."

"Of course, our hospital and its departments have limited capacity, so the money we give you won't be much. Basically, the daily allowance will be around 133 yuan, which is about 4,000 yuan a month."

"That's all I can say. Our hospital doesn't have many research achievements, so our funding is limited," Zhang Mingcan said, a little embarrassed.

Four thousand yuan is indeed a bit cheap to get rid of a PhD.

But for Fang Ziye, this was a very substantial income. "Director Zhang, you're joking. I'm still a student. I'll take whatever I can get, as long as it can ease the burden on my family." Fang Ziye was secretly startled.

For a prefecture-level city hospital, this is considered quite generous.

The Zhongnan Hospital only gave him two thousand yuan; the other thousand was a subsidy from the school.

During my studies, I was able to earn this much money every month. What more could I ask for?

After settling the more sensitive issues, Zhang Mingcan asked curiously, "I heard from Xue Tao that Dr. Fang, your basic skills are excellent, beyond just solid?"

Yesterday, Fang Ziye and Xue Tao worked together to perform manual reduction, which amazed Xue Tao, so Xue Tao reported it to Zhang Mingcan.

It's not easy to be valued by Xue Tao.

"Director Zhang, this is definitely Director Xue's kind offer. I can only say that I have a little foundation and want to improve in this direction. After all, most of our work as doctors ultimately focuses on clinical practice." Fang Ziye smiled, being a little modest.

"Anyway, Director Wu readily agreed to let you join their group and is very much looking forward to it."

"However, let me make this clear in advance: I also greatly admire you, Xiao Fang. The reason I'm arranging for you to join Director Wu's group right now is because they're short-staffed. I'll bring you over next month." Zhang Mingcan was clearly giving himself a way out.

He knew he had to be flexible with his approach. If Fang Ziye was truly capable, then he wouldn't mind negotiating with him more. But if Fang Ziye was all talk and no action, then he'd be better trained by Director Wu.

Who told Wu Guonan to be the newly promoted chief physician, the only person he could "bully"?
Fang Ziye saw through Zhang Mingcan's plan, but didn't say anything. After thanking him, they chatted casually again.

Zhang Mingcan naturally asked Fang Ziye if he had a girlfriend, and also inquired about the nice girls in Enshi. Fang Ziye answered each question, and then asked Zhang Mingcan about the common diseases treated in the department.

Fang Ziye became somewhat worried.

Honestly, this trauma center is such a damn center, it has all sorts of weird stuff.

The Department of Trauma Surgery at Enzhou Central Hospital is not a strong department in Enzhou; it is relatively weaker than the Departments of Trauma Surgery at Minzu University Hospital and the Provincial People's Hospital.

We perform fracture surgery, sports medicine surgery, spinal surgery, and minimally invasive surgery—we do them all.

Occasionally, due to a lack of patients, even schwannomas and subcutaneous cysts are removed...

Fang Ziye was speechless. He could only feel that the challenges here were very high, requiring a broad range of knowledge to survive, but it was not particularly conducive to the development of specialized skills.

Of course, Director Zhang Mingcan also mentioned that because the Department of Trauma Surgery at the Central Hospital is currently applying for provincial key specialty status, Dr. Shen from the Department of Trauma Surgery at Hubei Provincial People's Hospital, which is a sister unit of Zhongnan Hospital, is providing targeted assistance here.

Generally speaking, those who can be referred to as "helping and supporting" are senior attending physicians or above from higher-level hospitals.

"Targeted exchange and learning" is a term that students like Fang Ziye can use to describe their learning.

However, just like the doctors in their resident medical school who missed home, Dr. Shen Tao also missed home, so at the end of the month he went home to be with his children.

That's understandable.

Then, Zhang Mingcan took Fang Ziye out and they met up with the people in the department.

Fang Ziye was naturally assigned to Chief Physician Wu Guonan's group.

Wu Guonan is currently a chief physician, around 45 years old, thin, with puffy eyes and pigmentation.

He was ten centimeters shorter than Fang Ziye, standing at about 1.65 meters tall. He looked exceptionally capable and responded very enthusiastically to Zhang Mingcan's suggestion.

With a smile, he said, "Then, Director Zhang, Dr. Fang, I'll take them now."

"It's a small matter if Dr. Fang takes him away, but don't forget to have dinner together tonight. I'll ask Director Qiu if he'll be there. Director Qiu originally agreed, but he twisted his wrist yesterday, so he might not be able to make it." Zhang Mingcan instructed Wu Guonan not to get Fang Ziye drunk at noon, leaving some room for him to have dinner later.

"I promise to bring Dr. Fang over," Wu Guonan said with a smile.

Meanwhile, another man named Director Hong, who was older, sat quietly in a corner without saying a word.

After Zhang Mingcan said that everyone should start their rounds, and that he had already applied to the hospital for a few more operating rooms, Director Hong smiled at Fang Ziye and then led the team to make their rounds.

Director Zhang's group and Director Hong's group are all acquaintances, so there's no need for them to know each other.

But at this point, Fang Ziye realized that Director Wu's group was really small, consisting of only himself, Associate Chief Physician Xue Tao, Wang Zhongxing, and a resident trainee who had come from another department for rotation.

Even Associate Chief Physician Xue Tao is still personally involved in the mundane tasks of managing patients, writing medical records, and issuing prescriptions.

This was a challenge that Fang Ziye could hardly imagine.

At Zhongnan Hospital, even chief resident physicians no longer personally participate in writing medical records, while at Enshi Central Hospital, associate chief physicians like Xue Tao still have to work shifts. What kind of arduous life is this?
Fortunately, I didn't get caught up in that kind of situation, otherwise the next few decades might have been filled with darkness.

The resident physician rotating through the program is Huang Yunxiao, a junior resident in general surgery. This is his second year of residency. He is not tall, about 1.65 meters, and very thin. At this moment, his face is full of bitterness, and he looks at Fang Ziye with envy.

After getting to know each other, Fang Ziye took the initiative to suggest, "Director Xue, Dr. Wang, can I also take some beds? I just checked, and it seems that our team has 34 beds."

Including Xue Tao, there are three people, each with more than ten beds.

To be honest, this is a huge amount of work.

During this special period, Fang Ziye couldn't afford to put on airs.

Besides, the bed manager has some knowledge, so Fang Ziye thought it was a good idea.

Huang Yunxiao's eyes lit up instantly.

Xue Tao then looked at Director Wu Guonan. Whether Fang Ziye should take care of the patient, and whether it was appropriate, was up to Director Wu Guonan to decide.

"Director Wu, I can do it. After all, there are quite a few beds available now. We're all part of the same team, so please just divide them among me."

"I'm here to learn, so of course I should take care of the beds." Fang Ziye wasn't embarrassed about making such a reasonable suggestion, even if it made him seem a bit 'noble and hypocritical'.

As long as the first impression isn't too bad, it's fine.

Since everyone was a surgeon, the others didn't stand on ceremony and casually assigned Fang Ziye eight easy-to-manage beds in a row within the department, and then began their rounds.

Fang Ziye followed behind Director Wu.

During the earlier ward rounds, Director Wu seemed to be giving Fang Ziye a chance to shine, as if he wanted Fang Ziye to demonstrate his abilities.

However, with the pressure of more than thirty beds on the table, Fang Ziye said modestly, "Director Wu, the diagnosis of this patient is already very clear. You and Director Xue have said almost everything that needs to be said. I have taken notes and have nothing to add."

Let's just focus on doing our jobs honestly, talk less, and stop showing off. It won't cost us anything.

Although Fang Ziye knew he could add to the information, he felt it was unnecessary. It wouldn't affect the patient's treatment or prognosis; it was simply a display of his knowledge.

Faced with an enormous workload, spending time showcasing oneself is something only an idiot would do.

Seeing Fang Ziye's low-key and down-to-earth demeanor, as well as his meticulous work, everyone's goodwill towards him instantly soared. This is much better than the previous PhD who came to the department. I read about him in a literature article.

I also saw it in a review article...

There are more than 30 beds, but only two patients have just undergone emergency surgery, and two patients have had previous surgeries. The remaining three patients and their families are all anxiously asking when they can have their surgery.
Fang Ziye's ears were throbbing from the questions, let alone Wu Guonan's.

"First, complete the medical records and doctor's orders, be a little more detailed."

"Xue Tao, you personally oversee the sub-students' work, including the medical record system, the doctor's order system, and the image reading system. Then, add the sub-students to the small group chat." After finishing his rounds, Wu Guonan gave these instructions.

Then he added, "There are quite a few patients in the group, so I need to find someone to help out. I'll have that senior doctor handle some of the patients who might not require surgery, so we can reduce the workload a bit."

Xue Tao understood what Director Wu meant and immediately agreed.

Wu Guonan then said, "Ziye, if there's anything you don't understand, just ask in the group. I'm not that old, and I usually reply promptly when using WeChat or chatting. Okay?"

"Okay, thank you, Director Wu." Fang Ziye nodded his thanks while holding his notebook.

This is the kind of work atmosphere he likes; it seems that the human touch here is even slightly stronger than at Zhongnan Hospital.

Perhaps because there are too few people, we haven't noticed anything particularly inhumane yet.

Fang Ziye then rushed to the office to revise the medical orders, but to his surprise, the office was already packed with people.

However, Xue Tao took Fang Ziye directly to the deputy director's office and said, "It's okay, Xiao Fang, I'll take you to the deputy director's office. There are three computers there. Kai Ye collapsed from exhaustion last night, so they are currently all mine."

"what?"

(End of this chapter)