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Chapter 349 Master, take the blame! (Please subscribe)

"Yuan Weihong, what did you say? Liu Huanglong? Our trauma surgery department?" Professor Deng Yong's incredulous voice came through the phone.

Clearly, in Deng Yong's view, these two things are completely unrelated.

"Well, that's the situation right now. I don't know exactly what happened. Professor Deng, I still hope you'll allow me to step down midway..." Yuan Weihong made his position clear.

Professor Deng, we have the same perspective. The reason I rushed to the emergency operating room after leaving the stage was because I overheard Professor Fang Ziye and Professor Liu Huanglong making a joke in the practice room.

The joke was started by Liu Huanglong, which involved Fang Ziye. Fang Ziye felt it was inappropriate, so he rushed over.

However, this matter was actually related to money, and the department had discussed it for a while, with Fang Ziye standing nearby at the time...

"No, Yuan Weihong, was it your idea to bring Liu Huanglong into the trauma surgery department?"

"I think only you could do this."

"But you know perfectly well that Liu Huanglong's hand surgery is a sore spot that even a fig leaf can't cover up. Now you're trying to drag him into our trauma surgery department. Who do you want to have an easier time with?" Deng Yong immediately realized that this was Yuan Weihong's bad idea.

Because in the department, the only person whose character is truly aligned with this is Yuan Weihong, whom even Deng Yong can't understand.

A leaf drifts high over the North Sea, its waves soaring high.

Yuan Weihong pulled Fang Ziye and Xiong Jinhuan aside. Because the topic they were about to discuss was rather sensitive, Yuan Weihong led them to the stairwell and walked down the stairs, avoiding the elevator.

Around midnight, on the stairs, you'd be lucky to encounter ghosts or even people.

When they reached the turning point, Yuan Weihong explained, his tone serious: "Professor Deng, you overestimate me. Do you think Professor Liu is someone I can sway?"

"Professor Liu is a senior professor at Peking Union Medical College Hospital. He loses his temper in front of me, and I can only back down and defend myself. He's a free man; how could he possibly listen to me?"

"This was his choice, and I'm still confused about it..."

"However, I suspect this is related to Liu Huanglong's collaboration with Fang Ziye on this limb-sparing surgery for severe injuries. After witnessing Fang Ziye's procedure, Professor Liu chose..."

Yuan Weihong offered a long explanation, and he had no choice but to.

"What?" Yuan Weihong's bombshell announcement once again left Deng Yong speechless.

"Let's talk about it in person. I don't know if it's your communication skills that are the problem, my ability to understand that is the problem, or if the matter is too complicated to explain over the phone."

"See you at the old-fashioned barbecue restaurant on Han Street."

"I'll be right out," Deng Yong stated definitively.

Upon hearing this, the phone call ended.

Xiong Jinhuan stood trembling to the side, pleading, "Wei... Brother Wei, I don't think I'm hungry, and I'm a little tired. Can I go back to the dormitory first?"

This melon is so big, you'll eat it and die from overeating!

Xiong Jinhuan naturally wanted to escape. What late-night snack, what a treat from her superior? Damn it, this is going to be a nightmare, and she'll hear things she shouldn't hear.

Liu Huanglong, working in the orthopedics department of Zhongnan Hospital, has always been a sensitive topic.

He was the first, and one of only two, master's students who graduated from this institute and passed the training room test to gain the opportunity to pursue a doctorate. The second was Fang Ziye.

In addition, all the PhD students who successfully passed the training room entrance exam came from other departments.

Despite his keen sensitivity to such topics, he ultimately failed to stay in the hand surgery department to pursue a doctorate. After going to Peking Union Medical College Hospital, he soared to great heights, becoming an associate professor at the age of 32 and a full professor at the age of 36!
In the medical field, the number of people who can be appointed as chief physician and professor at the age of thirty-six is ​​definitely no more than ten nationwide, and that includes historical figures as well.

"Then go ahead." Yuan Weihong had no time to care about Xiong Jinhuan's fear or her concerns.

……

“Master, I have to work the emergency shift. I asked Brother Qin Geluo to cover my shift. Now that I’m done with the surgery, it wouldn’t be appropriate for me not to go and take over so that Brother Luo can go home and rest,” Fang Ziye said after Xiong Jinhuan left.

"Logically, you should take over, but the current situation doesn't allow you to care too much about instinct and reason."

"If this matter isn't explained clearly and handled properly, it will cause a huge uproar."

“We can’t hold out any longer.” Yuan Weihong disagreed with letting Fang Ziye go back to cover his shift, and said, “Qin Geluo is already in the hospital, let him stay a little longer. Let’s go find Professor Deng Yong first…”

Yuan Weihong rode his electric scooter with Fang Ziye on his hind legs and stopped in the middle of Han Street. He went down the stairs and soon found the old place that Professor Deng Yong had mentioned.

There was a lot of business inside. After Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye went in, they found a place to sit down.

Soon, Deng Yong arrived. He wasn't wearing formal attire, but rather a casual T-shirt. After finding Fang Ziye and the other man, he asked Yuan Weihong to draw up the order.

He asked Fang Ziye, "Ziye, are your debridement and suturing techniques really as miraculous as Yuan Weihong said? The last time I saw you, you didn't seem very...?"

Deng Yong looked puzzled.

Fang Ziye quickly explained, "Master, I didn't clean the wound after the last injury. I only stitched up a few blood vessels, but I didn't stitch up the tendons." This misunderstanding could be quite serious.

“Master, as you know, I had a good feel for suturing last year. I also practiced abroad for a while. After returning, during my hospital stay, I performed quite a few outpatient surgeries, including debridement, minor suturing, and incision.”

"I started to feel it."

Fang Ziye didn't know how to describe the title of Level 5 in the conventional field. Although he had heard that it was similar to the basic skills of a national champion, Fang Ziye didn't want to boast.

Besides, it's just basic skills.

Having rice and a variety of other ingredients doesn't guarantee you'll enjoy delicious food; the processing steps are also crucial.

Deng Yong was clearly more concerned about whether his family's business had become more successful than about the trouble Liu Huanglong's arrival in the trauma surgery department would cause.

After receiving confirmation, Deng Yong breathed a sigh of relief: "It's a good thing to make progress."

"The basic skills are like internal strength, while the specialized techniques are like moves. The stronger the internal strength, the more powerful the moves you can perform."

"At your age, you already possess such fundamental skills. I can hardly imagine what you will achieve in the future. Perhaps you really can break Mr. Wu's legendary achievements and rise from obscurity to the top of the world in just ten years!"

Academician Wu Mengchao was a living miracle that Professor Deng Yong had witnessed. Although he has passed away, his legendary deeds are currently only daring to be written in textbooks, and no teaching hospital dares to take his deeds as a target to surpass.

Ten years, ten years is too short.

Medical students spend five years on their undergraduate degree and six years on their master's and doctoral degrees, totaling eleven years. After graduation, they can only become the foundation and good embryo for their major; they still have to slowly hone their skills and learn through trial and error.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye raised his little paw.

Fang Ziye's move instantly made Deng Yong's heart tighten.

From the moment he started paying special attention to Fang Ziye, every time Fang Ziye raised his little paw in a habit, something significant was bound to happen.

But the matter itself is quite significant, so he asked, "Tell me, what is it? Anyway, nowadays, no matter what it is, it all seems to be just like that."

"Let me tell you about Professor Liu Huanglong. He originally wanted to pursue his doctorate at our hospital, but a few days before the doctoral application assessment began, he was interviewed by a professor from the Department of Hand Surgery, who asked him to try his luck with other professors."

"However, this professor had already promised Liu Huanglong, so he went back on his word. The root of the problem was that he was exchanging students to become his teacher, in order to secure a better future for his own juniors."

"After Liu Huanglong found out, it was too late for him to switch schools. The other professors had already promised others, and it was impossible for him to change his mind at the last minute."

"So, Liu Huanglong went to the training room at Peking Union Medical College Hospital..."

Fang Ziye's gaze sharpened, but Deng Yong noticed Fang Ziye's confusion: "In the end, it was the old professor who stepped forward. Besides Wen Dongfang and Zhu Weiguo, there was originally a third retired professor of hand surgery, but he didn't appear because he was jointly reported by the even older professors..."

"As you know, once your reputation is ruined, you can't lose your title as chief physician, but you'll definitely lose your title as professor. Moreover, in the industry, no matter how great you are on your own, you generally can't compete with an entire organization."

"Furthermore, Professor Liu Huanglong's sudden rise to prominence has ruined his reputation within the province, and even if he wanted to develop his career in other provinces, the late professor of hand surgery would not allow it."

"The reason for this grudge is as follows..."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye swallowed even harder: "Master, when I was in the training room, Professor Zhu Weiguo came to me and said that if I could silence Professor Liu Huanglong, he could apply for some talent recommendation funds for me."

"I thought to myself, no matter how bad I am, I should be able to learn from Professor Liu about my basic suturing skills. As it turned out, I did, but Professor Liu, for some reason..."

"Of course, now I know. He wants to come to our trauma surgery department. What do you think we should do next?"

Deng Yong: "..."

Headhunters bring talent to your company; you're really doing HR work.

Deng Yong took a deep breath and said irritably, "What else can you do? Just flip your arms and throw it to Master to carry?"

"You two called me with this little scheme in mind, didn't you?"

Deng Yong's role as the Kitchen God wasn't a one-off occurrence. When Fang Ziye was in Enshi, someone asked him if his skills were a direct result of Deng Yong's teachings.

Deng Yong could only say that, and he even called it manual repositioning technique.

The Kitchen God is a professional scapegoat.

“Master, you can’t blame me for this. Professor Liu only made an appointment with them to come to Zhongnan Hospital, but he didn’t make an appointment to go to the hand surgery department. It’s because the professor in the hand surgery department wasn’t careful enough during the conversation.”

Fang Ziye said somewhat innocently.

"That makes sense, but now you've ripped away the fig leaf that others have been so desperately hoping to get back. Do you really think what happened back then was something to be proud of?"

"Such incidents are not uncommon internally. If Professor Liu Huanglong hadn't been so outstanding, this matter wouldn't have come to light..."

(End of this chapter)