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Chapter 318 The Banner (Please Subscribe)

"Shu Lang, how's the practice room going lately?" Shu Lang and Fang Ziye live in the same neighborhood. Today, Fang Ziye, who was on duty and had some free time, chatted with Shu Lang in the doctor's office.

Upon hearing this, Shu Lang smiled shyly, his face slightly pale, and his tone was full of emotion: "Senior brother, I feel a little ashamed of the guidance you and Senior Sister Luo have given me..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said, "The results of the re-examination have not been fully announced yet. I guess the graduate school is still reviewing them, so the outcome is still unknown."

"I heard from my master that your grades are quite good."

Shu Lang is now a third-year master's student. Fang Ziye vaguely remembers that Shu Lang had a pretty good talent for suturing. When Fang Ziye first started his second year of master's, he had already surpassed Fang Ziye at that time. However, Fang Ziye later caught up with him and left him far behind!
In summary, Shu Lang's overall operational skills are currently stronger than Li Yuanpei's last year and only inferior to Xiong Jinhuan's. In theory, he should be very likely to get a doctorate.

However, the enrollment of master's students in Shulang's class has been expanded, which has led to a very tight ratio of students to places in our own hospital and the Department of Trauma Surgery. In addition, people from other hospitals are also trying to get a share, so the pressure is extremely high.

Because there were far more monks than porridge, the newly appointed director, Han Yuanxiao, dared not reveal the secret in advance.

"I hope so. No matter what the result is, I still want to try for the entrance exams at Qilu Hospital and the First Affiliated Hospital of Zhengzhou University later this month. Having more options means having more options," Shu Lang said while drinking the coffee Fang Ziye had treated him to.

The gazes directed at Fang Ziye were filled with nothing but envy.

Shu Lang vaguely remembers that a year and a half ago, his senior classmates said that Wei Ge's student Fang Ziye's level and performance were average, and he probably wouldn't be able to get into a doctoral program.

But to everyone's surprise, Fang Ziye turned on his friends at lightning speed during his third year of graduate school. He published a paper in the top tier of journals, broke through the training room, took a special route to pursue a doctorate, and was appreciated by an old professor to gain experience at a prefecture-level city hospital.

In just a year and a half, he has already graduated and stayed on as a resident, and his career as a chief resident is already underway.

Looking back on his more than three years of contact with Fang Ziye, Shu Lang could only sigh that one cannot judge a person by appearances alone.

"Okay, try it out more often. Hand over all the beds you're in charge of. If you can't hand them over, you can tell me, and I'll help you." Fang Ziye readily agreed.

When he was pursuing his career, no one made things difficult for him. So when his junior brothers were pursuing their own careers, Fang Ziye would also help them whenever he could.

Gong Ziming followed Xie Jinyuan to the emergency department. Currently, there is only one third-year master's student in this year's class, Shu Lang. Fang Ziye was abroad before and was unable to provide any guidance. Now, all that is left is to finish up some work.

It's quite poignant, but everyone has their own things to do. Before we fully mature, we are all just ordinary people.

"Yes, if there's anything I can help with, I'll ask my seniors for help. The job offer I got was in Yishi, and I only found out after the interview that Professor Su, who works in trauma surgery there, is my direct senior..." Shu Lang replied, clearly having received some preferential treatment.

"Right, Su..." Fang Ziye was about to mention Su Xiao when a family member was led in by the nurse on duty at the nurses' station.

"This is Dr. Fang from our department. Are you looking for him?" the young nurse asked nervously, clearly an intern.

Fang Ziye is not very old, and there is no other Dr. Fang in the department, but the family members came to present a banner of appreciation, and they were not even hospitalized in the department, so she was not sure if they had come to the wrong person.

The visitors were a man and a woman. The woman was carrying a red banner with gold trim, while the middle-aged man carried fruit baskets in both hands. They were dressed and made up very elegantly.

"It's Dr. Fang Ziye. There shouldn't be another Dr. Fang in your department, right?" the woman asked.

"May I ask who you are?" Fang Ziye squinted slightly as he walked out, trying hard to recall whose family members they were, but he really couldn't remember.

The man quickly came in, placed the fruit basket on a desk, and turned around with a broad smile: "Dr. Fang, we are Wang Mo's family. It was your emergency intervention in the ER last night that saved his life." "The vascular surgeons all said it was fortunate you acted in time; if you hadn't intervened to avoid trouble, the outcome would have been dire. This is a life-saving grace, too great to repay, so we brought some very simple gifts, hoping you'll like them..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's eyes narrowed. He had a lot of experience receiving banners and fruit baskets in Enshi, so he quickly rushed to the desk to look at the fruit basket. Sure enough, there was an envelope in the hidden compartment.

Turning his head, he saw that the other person was not very old, and said almost without hesitation, "Brother, if you had brought a fruit basket and a banner, I would have been very happy, but I don't like it if you put something in it."

"Take it back, I'm not handling it."

"Dr. Fang, this is just a small token of my appreciation, and it saved a life..." The man was about to offer some further explanation.

Fang Ziye said, "This patient's family member, we can't think like that. Many people come to the hospital for emergency treatment because they are there to save their lives. That's just how it is. There's no need to use things like 'great favor of saving lives' to bind ourselves."

"The patients are all doing well, and the fact that they can smile and say thank you to us makes us very happy."

"I don't want this. There's a bomb inside. If you defuse the bomb, I can have some fruit. If you don't defuse it, you can take it all home and eat it."

This fruit basket can't be accepted indiscriminately. To be honest, Fang Ziye wasn't instructed to do so before because he was a student at the time. Students rarely have the opportunity to operate on the operating table, so they are far removed from healing and saving lives, let alone receiving gifts and banners.

Therefore, very few people told him these principles.

Of course, Fang Ziye was very happy at this moment because he had taken a big step forward and had begun to get involved in some things.

The man actually took the three envelopes inside. They were quite thick, probably containing five or six thousand yuan, indicating that his family was quite wealthy.

Only then did Fang Ziye express his gratitude, saying, "You've really gone to a lot of trouble. There was really no need for you to go to such lengths."

They accepted the banner and fruit basket anyway.

The hospital explicitly prohibits and refuses to entice or primarily require patients to send gifts or banners. However, in reality, if patients spontaneously want to send small items, they are accepted and shared in the ward, and the hospital does not nitpick.

Soon after, Fang Ziye saw the banner that belonged only to him at Zhongnan Hospital.

It is not expensive to make, and the mounting is rather vulgar, but it still has a rather special meaning.

After inquiring about the patient from yesterday, Fang Ziye learned that he had regained consciousness today, but was still in the ICU. However, after they had gone in to visit him, Fang Ziye sent the two away.

"Thank you all. Because of my profession, I won't say goodbye or anything like that."

"If fate allows, let's meet again on another occasion," Fang Ziye said.

"Oh, okay, okay, Dr. Fang, you're such a cultured person, your words are so pleasant to hear. Next time you come to Qing District, if there's anything I need to do to entertain you, I don't think I have your phone number, so here..."

Fang Ziye had already waved goodbye to the other party.

Private phone calls are generally not accepted for delivery. And just then, the resident's old-fashioned phone rang again…

(End of this chapter)