top student at medical school

Chapter 30 The Most Vulnerable Moment (Please add to your favorites and read on!)
October 6th, 12:57 PM.

Fang Ziye got off the bullet train at Hanshi Railway Station in Hanshi.

The National Day holiday is seven days long. Although professional master's students don't have a holiday, if they secretly switch shifts or temporarily hand over their assigned patients to others, their superiors will turn a blind eye and let them go home or go out to "have fun" for a day or two without saying anything.

Fang Ziye took time off from the 4th to the 6th in this way. Fang Ziye's junior apprentice, Jie Han, went out to "wander" for a few days at the beginning of the National Day holiday.

"Dad, I've already gotten off the high-speed train. Don't worry, I'll take the subway and be in my dorm soon." Fang Ziye was referring to his rented apartment, not the dorms provided for graduate students.

"It's good that you've arrived. Just focus on your own things and don't worry too much about home. Your mother and I are both in good health."

"You finally got a break, and you still made the trip home. You must be exhausted from all that running around, right?" His father's heavy voice on the phone gave Fang Ziye a sense of reassurance.

Fang Ziye's hometown is a small town in Ba County, Hubei Province, so the journey isn't particularly far.

Parents know their children's situation, especially if there are medical students in the family. They also know how competitive the job market is for medical students, and they know that Fang Ziye wants to pursue a doctorate.

We can only provide some financial support; everything else depends on Fang Ziye himself.

"It's alright, I also took the opportunity to nourish my body."

"If I didn't cause some trouble, wouldn't Grandma's chickens and ducks be practically sentient by now?" Fang Ziye joked.

"It's all yours. (It's owed to you.)" the father muttered casually before hanging up the phone.

Fang Ziye then squeezed onto the subway!
Thinking back carefully, the main reason I didn't tell my parents about my almost certain decision to pursue a PhD when I went home this time was that the formal documents hadn't been finalized yet.

Any promise without a written commitment is meaningless. If you end up with nothing to show for your efforts and all your joy is for nothing, that would be even worse.

I'll wait until the college issues the official document or the list is published before telling my parents the good news.

[Current knowledge points balance: 57.1!]

Fang Ziye then looked at his balance on the panel, and his mind began to race for a moment.

On October 2nd, when Fang Ziye went to the doctor's clinic, he saw four more patients. He didn't ask for more because he still felt that his skills were not as good as his teacher's, so he didn't want to push his luck.

Insufficient skill level essentially means turning patients into "growth material" for one's own development.

A certain amount is fine; we still need to live up to the patients' expectations of coming to see Dr. Yuan Weihong.

However, among these four patients was a junior colleague who was even younger than himself. When Fang Ziye was examining him, he touched something he shouldn't have, and a radiation sign appeared on the X-ray.

Fang Ziye immediately suggested that he take a look at the bone tumor department next door.

Fang Ziye instantly acquired a whopping 48 knowledge points.

However, Fang Ziye was not particularly happy. When the patient finally arrived at the Department of Orthopedics, he was placed under the care of his classmate, who suspected osteosarcoma. Such osteosarcoma patients do not have a good prognosis.

"Sigh!" Fang Ziye sighed softly.

To be honest, it's not that Fang Ziye is being arrogant; if he could choose to take turns and give up fifty knowledge points to help a patient's osteosarcoma disappear, he wouldn't even blink an eye.

However, such a reversal is impossible.

All I can say is that he was diagnosed and treated early, and as for the rest, we'll leave it to fate.

This junior is a legitimate fourth-year student in the five-year clinical medicine program at the Medical School of Han City University, but it is estimated that his life trajectory will be completely changed after this incident.

So, no matter what, good health should always be the top priority. After a brief moment of melancholy, Fang Ziye composed himself and, while crossing the Yangtze River Station on the subway, chose to allocate some of his knowledge points to the hemostasis technique, raising its level to 3.

With this, Fang Ziye finally felt relieved.

Once you've reached the master's level and met the standards required to advance to a doctoral program, your studies are considered complete.

Fang Ziye believed that given how much Professor Deng Yong, the head of the orthopedics department, and even the hospital valued the training room's completion of the training, it was impossible for them to take the standards they usually talked about so enthusiastically as a joke and then ignore them in the end.

After crossing the Yangtze River by subway, Fang Ziye sent a message to his teacher Yuan Weihong to share the good news: "Master, are you home now? I brought you some local specialties from my hometown."

"They are fir mushrooms, which I found myself." Fang Ziye did indeed find these himself, and he was quite lucky. On October 4th, he found quite a few, so he packed up some of the tender and pretty fir mushrooms for Yuan Weihong to try.

This kind of good stuff is generally only produced in the southwest of Hubei Province, the northwest of Hunan Province, and the Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan provinces. It is rarely seen in other places.

“Sure, come over for dinner. Your teacher’s wife and I cooked at home today,” Yuan Weihong texted.

Fang Ziye then headed straight for the direction of Yuan Weihong's residential area without any hesitation.

However, after entering the room and finishing the meal...

Fang Ziye solemnly relayed another message to Yuan Weihong: "Master, I think my hemostasis technique is almost there." After hearing this, Yuan Weihong's expression froze.

Her lips trembled slightly as she looked at Fang Ziye with a complex expression.

Even the teacher's wife was extremely shocked at this moment.

Generally speaking, it takes one or two years for someone to emerge from the training room after completing their training.

Of course, we can't judge their current strength after they leave the training room. No matter how good they are, can a master's graduate be as good as Yuan Weihong? Can they be more impressive than Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan?
This is impossible.

Instead, we should see his potential for growth.

Fang Ziye's ability to leave the pass was a demonstration of his qualifications, not his abilities.

"That's a good thing!" Yuan Weihong took a long time to breathe, rubbed his eyes, picked up a cup of tea on the table, took a sip, found it not tasty enough, and then gulped it down.

Turning to her head, she said, "To be honest, Xiao Fang, generally speaking, a mentor's first student, while a matter of fate, is often also a source of regret."

"Because this is the most vulnerable time for the mentor..."

Yuan Weihong's voice trembled slightly.

Yuan Weihong, how many years did he study, how many years did he work in the clinic, how many articles did he publish, how much hardship did he endure, and how many sunrises did he witness only after working all night in the laboratory?
He worked his way up to the National Natural Science Foundation of China, through hard work and perseverance, to get where he is today. But even though he seems like an exceptionally talented young man to outsiders, he's just a junior in the hospital.

When I was a master's student, each supervisor was only a master's supervisor and could not promise me that I could pursue a doctorate.

Even when it comes to finding him a job, you don't have much standing in the industry, so you might have to pull some strings...

"Master." Fang Ziye was at a loss for words.

"Work hard from now on. Try to stay in the hospital." Yuan Weihong didn't lose his composure, but took a deep breath and encouraged him with these words.

Fang Ziye nodded emphatically.

Having access to books, one should naturally strive to grow and travel to distant places.

(End of this chapter)