top student at medical school

Chapter 21 The Walls Have Ears (Please add to your favorites and read on)
Since August 23rd is a Monday, September 15th is also a Monday.

Actually, today was Professor Deng Yong's surgery day, but neither Fang Ziye nor Lan Tianluo had a chance to go to the operating room because Fang Ziye had to be on duty and Lan Tianluo was accompanying him.

When the hospital beds were almost full, Yuan Weihong and Qin Geluo, who had just finished their surgeries, rushed back to the wards to check the drainage volume of patients who had just undergone major surgeries.

Only after seeing that the patient's vital signs and condition were stable did the two walk back to the office from the ward.

Qin Geluo turned to ask, "Brother Wei, I heard you received a very unique gift for Teacher's Day this year, and you even sealed it with wax?"

"Who acted as your informant?" Yuan Weihong asked back.

"So many students in the practice room saw it!" Qin Geluo didn't mention that he was the one who finally confirmed it for Fang Ziye, but he spoke with obvious envy.

I also hope that my students will give me such a special gift.

As a teacher, if students can bring me joy, it is a kind of inexplicable sense of accomplishment, which is different from the sense of accomplishment in my profession.

The two entered the office while talking. Fang Ziye was still holding a printed document and comparing it with the treatment plan for the patients under his care.

After reading it, Qin Geluo sighed, "If only Xiao Tao were as hardworking and ambitious as Ziye, how wonderful that would be?"

Qin Geluo has a professional master's student, Guo Yuntao, who is in his second year of master's studies, but he has now rotated to general surgery and is no longer in his own department.

"Master, Brother Luo." Fang Ziye turned around when he heard Qin Geluo's voice, and quickly stood up to greet him when he saw who it was.

Lan Tianlu also respectfully addressed Teacher Yuan and Teacher Qin.

"Ziye, have you confirmed the prognosis for that patient from this afternoon?" Yuan Weihong asked Fang Ziye.

"Yes, Master, the vascular surgery department has already admitted the patient to the bedside, and an informed consent form for emergency surgery has been established," Fang Ziye hurriedly replied.

The department is responsible for tracking the whereabouts of patients transferred out of the department. If a patient is transferred out of the department but no one is in charge, it is necessary to report to the senior physician in the department to prevent the patient from being unable to return and having nowhere to go, or from encountering problems during the transfer.

This is another type of follow-up.

Qin Geluo clicked his tongue in amazement: "You actually managed to diagnose a vascular surgery condition in the orthopedic ward. Ziye, how many lucky breaks have you had?"

Fang Ziye frequently performs full-body examinations on patients and manages his assigned patients meticulously. He spares no expense in researching various literatures and comparing the different mechanisms of action of each drug, striving for perfection. Everyone in the department knows this.

However, this behavior was not imitated because it was not time-efficient; it would be better to spend that time in the practice room.

Master's students generally have their own learning methods and habits, and outsiders don't learn from them, nor would they say that Fang Ziye's learning methods are bad.

Fang Ziye's move was a case of casting a wide net, and it's only natural that it helped the department avoid an accident today.

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "Brother Luo, it was just a lucky coincidence, a perfect chance encounter."

Yuan Weihong said, "Even if you're lucky enough to catch a dead mouse by sheer luck, at least you know it's a mouse and that you can eat it. Ziye, you're quite reliable and good."

"Are the other patients admitted today alright?"

"Master, there shouldn't be any left." Fang Ziye quickly shook his head.

How can every elective inpatient who has been pressured by superiors have special circumstances? If so, how can such a department still exist?
Fang Ziye didn't dare to make any definitive statements, because medicine is inherently an uncertain science.

To draw conclusions without evidence is like lighting a lantern in a toilet.

"Have you ordered dinner yet?" "We're going out for a big meal. You can order one, and I'll reimburse you and Tianluo." Today happens to be the day after the group's surgery, and Professor Deng Yong is treating everyone to dinner, but Fang Ziye has to work and miss it.

Yuan Weihong still cares about his students.

Fang Ziye's eyes lit up, and he nodded with a smile. As a student and subordinate, simply refusing wasn't a good thing.

Yuan Weihong and Qin Geluo walked out. After telling them to call if they needed anything, Yuan Weihong took the initiative to order food for them.

Qin Geluo glanced at the price: "Brother Wei, you really know how to spend money."

"Men don't conceive every month, it's just once in a while, are you envious?" Yuan Weihong began to steer the ship and accelerate.

"I'm really envious." Qin Geluo didn't take over the car speed, but instead obediently endured the heavy blow.

Fang Ziye has published articles, focusing on quality rather than quantity. He has broken through two levels in the training room. If he has another breakthrough, he may very well become one of the few students who can gain the opportunity to study after leaving the training room, a chance that only comes around once every year or two.

Such a student is loved not only by Qin Geluo, but also by Professor Deng Yong.

……

After the two superiors left, Lan Tianluo asked, "Brother Ye, Professor Yuan and Professor Qin were both praising you just now. I think your doctoral studies are probably a sure thing."

Fang Ziye shook his head briefly: "Whether it's stable or not, no one can say for sure until the very last step. But opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared."

"Don't say things like that outside, or people will think I'm taking advantage of the department to act arrogantly," Fang Ziye warned Lan Tianluo.

Although Lan Tianluo was just an ordinary resident trainee, if he talked nonsense, others might think that Fang Ziye didn't consider Li Yuanpei a worthy opponent, which would be quite troublesome.

Lan Tianlu nodded quickly.

September 16th was a Tuesday, a non-surgical day and a non-outpatient day.

After Fang Ziye finished tidying up the affairs in the department, he naturally went to the training room.

This time, when Fang Ziye went to the training room to practice the cutting technique again, a large group of people surrounded him. Lan Tianluo and his junior brothers in the first and second years of master's programs were not to be mentioned, but even his senior brother Sun Shaoqing, who was a doctor, stopped to watch.

"This cutting technique really can cut tofu so beautifully!" someone exclaimed.

"That's for sure. If Professor Deng Yong and Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan came to the training room and you saw their cutting skills, you would be truly amazed. Three cuts and they can cut exactly ten pages, nine pages, eight pages, not a single page more, not a single page less."

The others were marveling at it.

Outside the practice room.

Shou Jun'ai, a student of Associate Professor Chen Fang in Professor Dong Yaohui's trauma surgery group, was walking towards the practice room when he was surprised to see Li Yuanpei standing at the door without going in. He asked in surprise, "Brother Pei, what are you doing here?"

"Take a day off from the training camp." Li Yuanpei touched his uncomfortable nose at that moment.

Shou Junai heard the noise from the students inside, rolled his eyes, and watched Li Yuanpei walk back: "Brother Pei, aren't you going in?"

"Don't go in. Don't say anything inside," Li Yuanpei whispered as he avoided Shou Junai.

He waved his hand behind Shou Junai's back, then left gracefully, as if he had never come.

(End of this chapter)