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Chapter 312 Teamwork and Starting the Chopsticks (Please Subscribe)
After chatting for a while, Xiong Jinhuan, knowing Fang Ziye's true intentions, agreed without hesitation, and then asked, "Brother Ye, if there's such a good thing, why didn't you ask Yuanpei for help?"

Li Yuanpei and Fang Ziye are closer fellow students; they are now more than just classmates.

There is no competition between Fang Ziye and Li Yuanpei. At this time, Fang Ziye should delegate more power and try to win over Li Yuanpei and others.

Fang Ziye replied very honestly: "Brother Huan, Li Yuanpei also had something to do. Actually, our group had another emergency surgery with a professor performing it, which was quite meaningful, and we thought we'd go and learn from it together."

"Okay, okay, I'm coming right away."

"Xiao He is in the operating room now, right?" Xiong Jinhuan felt relieved.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye chuckled slightly.

To say that my two classmates, Xiong Jinhuan and Li Yuanpei, are just superficial brothers, saying one thing to my face and another behind my back, would be an exaggeration.

But if Xiong Jinhuan and Li Yuanpei were to be considered Fang Ziye's sworn brothers, with the same kind of affection as his two junior brothers, Fang Ziye wouldn't dare to be so foolish.

Some relationships need to be nurtured; otherwise, they are just superficial acquaintances.

How much did I feed my two junior brothers, Jie Han and Lan Tianluo, and how much did I take from them?
Relationships are about give and take; simply giving without giving can actually lead to greater distance...

But everyone needs to have some friends in their life.

These friends are too close to be brothers, but too distant to be just drinking buddies. Their relationship is much purer than that of drinking buddies.

Since Xiong Jinhuan and Li Yuanpei can't be brothers, they can be considered friends, which would probably make their current relationship more comfortable.

Fang Ziye then returned to the operating room in the surgical building.

In the operating room, Qin Geluo did not go on the operating table, and the other person who went on the operating table was not Luo Tingzhu, but Wang Yuanqi, who had returned from the emergency department.

It is obvious that, apart from Qin Geluo, the superior, and Dong Wenqiang, who has not yet officially entered the clinical trials, the operational skills of the others are still inferior to those of their senior, Wang Yuanqi.

Luo Tingzhu, who is currently very close to Wang Yuanqi in progress, is also rushing to catch up, but is still on her way.

After Fang Ziye stepped on the foot-operated sensor door again, many people glanced at the entrance. Among them, Wang Yuanqi, who was working as an assistant to Yuan Weihong, shrugged his shoulders as soon as he saw Fang Ziye, seemingly indicating that he wanted to step back and make way.

Upon seeing this, Fang Ziye quickly shook his head.

As Yuan Weihong assessed that the surgery was nearing its end, he said, "Yuan Qi, focus on the surgery and don't get distracted."

"Professor Duan's suturing skills are superior to those of most professors in hand surgery. You should learn more from him."

"None of the professors seem tired, so your back shouldn't be weak. Could it be from too much activity tonight?"

Yuan Weihong had been suppressing his feelings for too long, and finally managed to find someone he could have a car with. As the surgery was nearing its end, he finally blurted out this sentence.

Without seeing Wang Yuanqi's reaction, Yuan Weihong's frustration dissipated somewhat.

With Yuan Weihong taking the lead, Professor Qi Qiaowen, who had nothing to do but could multitask, abandoned his outward seriousness and looked at Wang Yuanqi: "Young man, you're quite the troublemaker at night, aren't you?"

"No, no." Wang Yuanqi quickly shook his head.

"It was Brother Wei who framed me."

“It might have started with a friend of mine turning into someone else, but actually it was Brother Wei himself,” Wang Yuanqi subtly countered.

I have a friend, that's a meme.

Of course, Wang Yuanqi quickly realized that it was inappropriate for him to make such a joke with Yuan Weihong, so he quickly corrected himself:
"Of course I understand, it's mainly because your sister-in-law is so beautiful. If it were me, I would also..."

Yuan Weihong immediately took action.

Wang Yuanqi was so frightened that he stopped talking, but he withstood Yuan Weihong's pinching and squeezing. His assistant's hands remained completely still, without even the slightest tremor, demonstrating his extremely solid basic skills as a surgeon.

Unless the sky is falling or your leg is broken so that you can't stand up at all, you must be absolutely certain about the positions of your hands, eyes, and feet.

There's something we need to do, and we can't slack off on it.

Qi Qiaowen looked at Wang Yuanqi and thought the boy was really clever.

Yuan Weihong joked that he was going out to play, but he steered the conversation back to the jokes Yuan Weihong made at home, which was just the right amount of risqué humor.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, Deng Yong snapped, "You guys are getting more and more unruly! You have no respect for elders, what kind of behavior is this?"

"Hey!" Qi Qiaowen shouted to stop Deng Yong.

"Professor Deng, please don't be bureaucratic. This kind of thinking is not allowed in this day and age."

"There are no big or small matters in a joke, but there are different occasions on the operating table." Qi Qiaowen probably spoke up for Wang Yuanqi out of fear that Deng Yong or Yuan Weihong would hold him accountable later.

Well, Wang Yuanqi is quite capable, but if you were to put him under your command, he wouldn't be considered a favorite general; he'd be a general who can be used to get things done.

Amidst the laughter and conversation, the surgery finally came to an end.

Patients with such severe injuries should also be treated with continuous negative pressure VAC (vacuum-assisted ventilator) to prevent the accumulation of exudate and blood, which could lead to infection.

After the VAC suture is completed, and the negative pressure is continuously tested, the drainage tube is in place, and the pressure is appropriate.

Professor Duan Hong, who was quite plump, stretched his neck and said, "Professor Deng, this surgery, which we've collaborated on so many times, will now be managed by you after the operation."

"This is the first clinical patient we've placed at Zhongnan Hospital. Don't overwork yourself at night and end up being unable to keep up with your efforts."

Duan Hong appeared to be honest and kind, but he had actually overheard everything during the surgery, even though he was still focused on teaching and demonstrating suturing techniques at that time.

"Go to hell." Deng Yong shoved him.

You definitely can't touch your hands or feet during surgery, and you still can't touch your hands or feet after surgery, then this friend is definitely not interesting.

"Wang Yuanqi, you'll be personally in charge of managing this patient. You'll be responsible for all medical orders, medical record writing, tracking of signed documents, and follow-up visits," Deng Yong said, turning his head.

"Huh?" Wang Yuanqi was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, not understanding what Professor Deng Yong meant.

Professor Deng Yong, along with Professors Duan Hongqi and Qiao Wen, had already left the operating room, leaving everyone with only a dashing silhouette.

"Brother Wei, I'm about to graduate, why is Master still asking me to be in charge of follow-up visits?" Wang Yuanqi asked, his voice not quiet.

Yuan Weihong looked at him as if he were an idiot: "I don't know either, why don't you guess?"

Then, Yuan Weihong led Fang Ziye out of the operating room.

Luo Tingzhu wanted to follow, but Yuan Weihong told her to go home first to avoid suspicion, as if he wanted to discuss some sensitive topics.

Luo Tingzhu could only purse her lips and walk towards the women's changing room.

Anyway, now that Fang Ziye knows, it'll be quick for her to join the gossip. No sooner had Luo Tingzhu left than Fang Ziye eagerly asked, "Master, has Professor Deng changed his mind again?"

"I'm Professor Deng's student now too!"

This isn't the first time something like this has happened.

Deng Yong is actually a bit emotional. Or rather, one of his flaws is that he gets too emotional.

If Deng Yong hadn't insisted on allowing Li Yuanpei to take the normal doctoral entrance exam, the doctoral team would now have one more person, Song Yi.

If Deng Yong uses the same tactic in this year's on-the-spot recruitment, Fang Ziye may not have signed a contract of servitude, but he certainly won't wait.

When it comes to employment, Fang Ziye himself is also reluctant to be generous.

"It's not what you think. It's that Professor Deng Yong and Professor Han Yuanxiao's joint application to the hospital to establish a trauma surgery emergency department, also known as an emergency trauma center, has been approved."

"Tongji Hospital, Union Hospital, and Hubei Provincial People's Hospital all have emergency trauma surgery clinics in their emergency departments, making it convenient for emergency patients to receive high-quality consultations as soon as possible!"

"In this way, the pressure of emergency consultations during your tenure as chief resident will be almost completely relieved. All of this pressure will then be distributed to the superiors who are to be promoted from attending physician to associate senior physician, or from associate senior physician to senior physician."

"Or we could simply set up a clinical team right there in the emergency trauma center, hire a few new staff members, and have them work there alongside us..."

As Yuan Weihong explained this to Fang Ziye in such detail, Fang Ziye paused in his act of taking off his clothes, then abruptly pulled his scrubs down again, returning to his half-on state.

He said in a surprised tone, "Master, so Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan's trip to the emergency department was not a so-called 'exile' at all, but rather something that Professor Deng Yong had arranged in advance."

"Now Professor Han Yuanxiao is the head of the department's administration. Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan used to work under Professor Deng Yong. If he wants to be promoted to full professor and lead a team, it would be inappropriate for him to replace either Professor Dong or Professor Deng himself."

"So Master had already planned this out for Teacher Xie Jinyuan in advance?"

"All that's left is for the procedures to be completed."

"Then, after Professor Dong Yaohui retires, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan will be promoted to full professor. If Associate Professor Peng Long or Associate Professor Chen Fang are not promoted to full professor at that time, Professor Xie can come back to lead the group."

It's killing two birds with one stone, at least in Fang Ziye's view.

Yuan Weihong looked around to make sure no one was there before slowly nodding in agreement with Fang Ziye's opinion.

However, Yuan Weihong did not explain to Fang Ziye that the most fundamental reason why Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan left was actually because Yuan Weihong had won the Excellent Young Scientists Fund award.

It is inevitable and a natural progression for an outstanding young scholar to be promoted to associate professor; this is not something that can be truly delayed simply because Yuan Weihong previously promised to postpone the promotion.

What would it be like to have two associate professors in one group?
Both the associate professor's superiors and subordinates would feel awkward.

"No, Master, Professor Xie's trip to the emergency room was planned in advance, so was Brother Nuo's trip to the spine department also planned?" Fang Ziye speculated.

After all, after Fang Ziye returned from abroad, two of his brothers specifically went to departments other than trauma surgery.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong quickly shook his head: "You can't say that. Spinal surgery and our trauma surgery are parallel sister departments. We in trauma surgery wouldn't dare to extend our reach so far."

"Back in the day, Norman was incredibly dashing. Now, he's at least ten years less of a detour than we have!"

“His career prospects in spinal surgery will definitely not be worse than mine,” Yuan Weihong sighed.

"Huh?" Fang Ziye's mouth opened slightly.

Then Yuan Weihong whispered something in Fang Ziye's ear, and Fang Ziye remained silent for a full five minutes.

Physical appearance is a form of beauty, and if managed properly, it can indeed be a resource.

With such support from the Taishan family, Master Nuo can succeed not only in spinal surgery but in all surgical fields. The reason why Li Nuo temporarily left trauma surgery to cause trouble in spinal surgery was because of his friendship with the people in trauma surgery.

Not wanting to cause trouble for the people he cared about, he simply went to visit a neighboring department.

These are true brothers!
"Envious, aren't you?" After leaving the surgical building, Yuan Weihong once again stood on tiptoe, stepped onto the electric scooter, and swayed back and forth gently with each step.

"Yes!" Fang Ziye nodded.

Who wouldn't envy such a good thing? But that's all they can do.

“Actually, you could have learned it too. You had better resources than Master Nuo before, but unfortunately you didn’t seize them.” Yuan Weihong sighed softly, feeling it was a great pity.

He even let go of the dragon head with one hand and rubbed his signature Mediterranean hairline with the other hand before he could barely feel less resentful.

“Master, everyone has their own ambitions. Since we’ve already missed our chance, let’s just let it go and not worry about it.” Fang Ziye was only envious, not trying to imitate.

Love is not a transaction, nor is it a tool. If he meets the right person and they happen to be able to help him, Fang Ziye can accept it without hesitation.

Even without love, Fang Ziye can still enjoy the fruits of love without reservation. At least for now, his sweet moments with Xiao Nuomi are quite pleasant.

Furthermore, Fang Ziye had always felt that if Lan Tianluo was considered his brother-in-law, the assistance he received from Lan Tianluo would further raise the upper limit of his future potential.

Such a ceiling is something that no one with connections can reach.

Yuan Weihong thought about Fang Ziye and Xiao Luo seriously and felt that the two were quite a good match.

Life doesn't necessarily require great wealth and status. A little wealth is enough. Finding a good partner and living an ordinary life is just fine.

"Xiao Fang, I'm quite pleased that you were able to analyze so many details today."

"However, some things are best left in moderation; there's no need to immerse yourself in them excessively. You still have a master to guide you, to support you, and to pave the way for you with the best possible arrangements."

"So at this time, you should focus more on the overall strategy of the team, rather than on the personal relationships and social dynamics centered around yourself."

“In this day and age, if you go out and build connections in your own name, who will recognize you?”

“But if you go out using the platform’s brand, quite a few people will still look at you with more respect.” After saying this, Yuan Weihong turned on the electric scooter’s power switch and disappeared into the darkness.

Fang Ziye knew that what his master meant was cooperation between teams.

This time, Professor Qi Qiaowen and Professor Duan Hong came to the hospital to perform surgery, which definitely does not represent just the two of them.

The surgery and treatment of traumatic injuries is definitely one of the most cutting-edge and advanced surgical techniques in trauma surgery today. If we can advance its treatment plan or surgical technique to the first-class level in the country.

It's enough for several of your teams to eat, and everyone can have a full meal. It'll become a provincial specialty...

Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong were among the first to start eating at this communal meal.

There should be another chapter around noon or in the afternoon. If it's not posted by 5 PM, then there won't be any more.

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(End of this chapter)