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Chapter 335 Talent and Aptitude (Please Subscribe)
"Having talent is a capital that allows you to be willful."

In early April, after Fang Ziye finished arranging the grouping and duty schedules for the interns and resident trainees rotating through the undergraduate program for the new month, he went into the office and heard a junior colleague inside remarking on this.

"Yuewen, what are you guys discussing? It's so lively!" Fang Ziye asked.

Chang Yuewen is a student of Associate Professor Peng Long in Han Yuanxiao's group, and is currently in his third year of master's studies.

After the doctoral assessment results were released in March, Chang Yuewen was on the list, successfully surpassing Han Yuanxiao's own student Dong Dao to become Professor Han Yuanxiao's graduating doctoral student.

Now he can be said to be riding high, after all, Shu Lang, who is slightly more outstanding than Dong Dao, has been eliminated and replaced by Zhang Xiaolei, a recent master's graduate from Tongji Hospital.

Chang Yuewen tilted his head and said, "Life is so reminiscent, Brother Ye."

"I just found out that our junior colleague Lan Tianluo has such an impressive resume. If he had continued smoothly in his previous field, he would probably be an associate professor by now, right?"

"Let me think... a 23-year-old associate professor... wait, I think I have an old flame named Jingjing!" Chang Yuewen, who had just passed his doctoral exam, was in a great mood and had the energy to joke around.

Medical undergraduates, those in the eight-year program, are mostly in their fifth or sixth year of university by the time they graduate, while those in the five-year program are still graduating and can't even get the junior professional title of physician qualification certificate.

Associate professor is a senior professional title, and even senior attending physicians like Zhang Zixi are still striving for that title.

"If you're going to compare this, then there's really no way we can compete." Fang Ziye was speechless.

Lan Tianluo's experience in other fields far surpasses his achievements as a medical student, but he simply loves medicine and is now conducting cross-disciplinary research, which is truly impressive.

As for Lan Tianluo, if he can steadily develop in the medical field, he has basically secured his path of pursuing a doctorate and staying in the hospital.

Simply put, mathematics is the foundation of all science disciplines. When a math major enters the field, there's nothing to say but "crush"—no one can stop them.

What all universities and teaching hospitals dream of but can't achieve has been discovered by Zhongnan Hospital, which also knows the whole story. Lan Tianluo is now a treasure.

Not only were collaborations everywhere, but even the professors in the mathematics department, unable to persuade Lan Tianluo to return to the right path, had no choice but to collaborate with him on mathematics.

"And Senior Sister Tingzhu is quite willful. I heard that after graduating from surgery, she's going to go back to work in gastroenterology."

“The female students in our class, as well as those in Jin Huan’s class, are starting to get restless,” Chang Yuewen said.

"It's good that you're not calm, because only when you're not calm will you have a chance." Fang Ziye smiled again, thinking that Chang Yuewen's statement was not an exaggeration.

Back then, if it weren't for that professor in the Department of Respiratory Medicine going too far, Luo Tingzhu would probably already be the queen of exams in the Department of Respiratory Medicine, one of the top female students in the department.

Later, Luo Tingzhu switched to surgery. Now that she wants to go back, she naturally can't go back to her favorite respiratory medicine department. She can only choose the second choice, gastroenterology.

"Senior Brother Fang, speaking of girlfriends, could you ask Senior Sister Tingzhu to introduce us to a few well-behaved girls?" Chang Yuewen asked again.

"Go ask for it yourself. Senior Sister Tingzhu is also your senior sister."

"Senior Sister Luo said that Brother Yuewen is too ugly and too incompetent. She doesn't want him to cause trouble for her junior sisters." A junior brother started to expose Chang Yuewen's shortcomings.

"Go away, say it again..." Chang Yuewen said indignantly.

Amidst Fang Ziye's laughter and the others, Xiong Jinhuan finally emerged from the doctors' lounge after defecating. Rubbing her stomach, she said, "Brother Ye, damn it, I probably ate too much spicy food last night."

"So it's my fault for treating you to a late-night snack?" Fang Ziye asked with a smile.

During the hospital stay, if you don't joke around a lot, you'll become withdrawn. To avoid developing depression, Fang Ziye felt it was essential to joke around with his brothers more often.

After careful consideration, Fang Ziye decided to divide the doctoral students who were assisting the chief resident into different classes.

Xiong Jinhuan will follow him for half a month, and then Li Yuanpei will follow him for another half a month. Luo Tingzhu and the second-year doctoral students will also have a chance.

As for the third-year students, Fang Ziye doesn't need to worry about them. They'll graduate soon, and once they start working, they'll be able to work until they're sick of it, so they won't need any more opportunities.

Xiong Jinhuan is of medium height and slightly overweight. He looks quite honest and simple, but even this honest and simple person has been trained in the clinic to slightly stick out his buttocks: "Brother Ye, could you be a little gentler?"

"Get the hell out of here! Who taught you all this?" Fang Ziye shoved Xiong Jinhuan in the waist, causing him to stagger slightly.

But Xiong Jinhuan wasn't angry. She smiled and said, "Brother Ye, these are all tricks. You've ascended to immortality, but you can't forget that we brothers are still suffering."

"We urgently need you, brother, to provide us with enough opportunities to perform emergency procedures so that we can grow."

Xiong Jinhuan calmed herself down and stopped being resentful about why her classmate Fang Ziye was able to graduate early and stay in the hospital. All she could think about was how to replicate Fang Ziye's abilities in herself.

Learning with a sense of duty naturally leads to a slightly ingratiating yet not greasy way of speaking.

A smart person understands immediately.

"Well, no joke. Jinhuan, when do you think you'll be able to break through the barrier in manual repositioning of your dislocated joints?"

“I can’t feel comfortable letting you practice if you don’t come out of the practice room.” “Not to mention, you want to learn those things from me.” Fang Ziye led Xiong Jinhuan out, his tone gradually becoming serious.

Beyond the jokes, Xiong Jinhuan also needs to prove himself through his abilities.

Fang Ziye is very generous. His current manual reduction technique is at the pinnacle of his skill level. In fact, there are very few people in the entire country who can compare with Fang Ziye in terms of manual reduction technique.

If Xiong Jinhuan is willing to learn, Fang Ziye will not hold back.

Of course, for Fang Ziye, the threshold for mastering manual reduction techniques is to first break through the barrier in the practice room and be able to perform some common joint dislocation reduction techniques.

Then, gradually progress to common fracture reduction techniques, and then to reduction techniques for minor reverse surgical indications.

Skills must be passed down, so Fang Ziye must also begin his own teaching journey.

Even if it doesn't lead to Xiong Jinhuan being hospitalized and killing other PhDs in subspecialties, it would be good if Xiong Jinhuan could learn more.

In this day and age, no one can achieve the same result as everyone else; just do your best.

After witnessing Fang Ziye's technique for repositioning, Xiong Jinhuan was filled with envy and wanted to learn it.

He said, "Brother Ye, it'll be here soon. I'll definitely let you know when we get there. We can't keep it a secret."

"Oh, by the way, Brother Ye, let me tell you about Tianluo's repositioning technique. He's actually reached a certain level of proficiency. He mentioned to you that he wanted to learn from you."

"But you thought he was joking, so you let it go."

Fang Ziye was slightly surprised: "Hmm, you mean that Lan Tianluo's manual repositioning technique is almost ready to break through from the training room?"

The manual repositioning technique requires mastering the skills in the training room, and only the doctoral level has corresponding standards for mastering it, which generally requires a proficiency of around level 3 and 200.

Lan Tianluo's foundation was almost zero a year and a half ago. He went from nothing to level 3 in such a short time. Moreover, Lan Tianluo's other skills are also very strong, and he is also on the way to breaking through.

Furthermore, Lan Tianluo has spent a lot of time on scientific research and mathematics, his talent is simply too strong!
"Yes, Brother Ye."

"Currently, Lan Tianluo is considered to be the most talented student among all the students, second only to you, Brother Ye. Even more talented than Tingzhu," Xiong Jinhuan exclaimed in amazement.

His own tone remained calm.

Lan Tianluo's speed benchmark is compared to Fang Ziye's, who has that kind of talent.

However, Xiong Jinhuan did not compare himself to Fang Ziye. He only thought about how he could pass the doctoral entrance exam after graduating with his doctorate. If he could successfully secure a place in the hospital, he would be more than happy to do so.

As for talent and aptitude rankings, Xiong Jinhuan didn't care at all.

There are still nearly two years, or more precisely, one year and nine months, until I graduate with my PhD...

"Hmm, I'll go ask Tianluo again. He can actually say it again." Fang Ziye was annoyed at himself for being a bit careless. He had been blind to his own shortcomings and didn't even know much about his own junior brother.

I was too busy and didn't have time to pay attention to so many details.

"Brother Ye, maybe it's because you and Teacher Yuan are too accustomed to thinking that Tianluo is better at data processing, just like you and Teacher Yuan both think that Jiehan is only better at writing articles."

"Actually, Junior Brother Jie Han is quite talented. Although he may not be able to pursue a doctorate through the Operations Specialization Program, he will definitely be able to get into the Onion Research Program."

"Moreover, Junior Brother Jie Han's clinical skills are also quite good; he can at least achieve a passing grade of about two-thirds in the master's stage practice room."

"Compared to their graduating class..." Xiong Jinhuan spent more time in the practice room, so she knew more about the people in the department than Fang Ziye, the chief resident.

"Thank you, Jinhuan. What you told me is very important."

"I really need to change my fixed mindset, otherwise my relationship with my junior brothers will become weaker."

"I can clearly feel now that my relationship with my master, Teacher Yuan, has become a little shallow," Fang Ziye complained to Xiong Jinhuan.

Xiong Jinhuan thought about it seriously for a moment before saying, "Brother Ye, it's actually easy to understand. The younger we are, the deeper our bond with our parents is."

“It’s possible that we would die without them; without their nurturing and unconditional gifts, we would suffocate.”

"It is precisely this kind of dependency that fosters greater emotional intimacy. Once we grow up and have our own world, our parents can help us with less and less, let alone give or nurture us."

"Many parents feel guilty and try to minimize their presence in order not to burden their children."

“This is blood ties…” Xiong Jinhuan said, his eyes reddening. Perhaps he was moved by his own words, or perhaps he was moved by his teacher.

Fang Ziye seemed to see a reflection of himself from back then in that expression and tone.

(End of this chapter)