top student at medical school

Chapter 368 Brother Wei, are you in a bad mood?
After swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva, Yuan Weihong had no choice but to grit his teeth and crawl into the operating room.

Yuan Weihong is certainly capable of performing open reduction and intramedullary nailing for femoral fractures, and he does it quite well. Even if he hasn't performed it for a long time, his skills are no worse than those of a senior associate chief physician in a prefecture-level city hospital.

But then?

Under the current circumstances, Professor Deng Yong's decision to hand it over to me is clearly a way of asking me to bear a ton of damage!

Yuan Weihong sat in the surgeon's seat and watched Fang Ziye go to the assistant's seat. While asking the scrub nurse for a guide wire, his eyes darted around, looking in Qin Geluo's direction.

After understanding, Qin Geluo quickly waved his hand: "Brother Wei, I can't do level three surgery."

Qin Geluo is only a senior attending physician and has not applied for surgical authorization through special channels, so of course he cannot perform level 3 surgeries. There must never be a situation where no one on the operating table has level 3 routine surgical authorization.

Yuan Weihong could only twitch his eyelids and say, "Yan Zhiming, didn't you say you had a coaching assignment in the training room? Why aren't you there yet?"

Yuan Weihong spoke nonsense in a calm tone.

Yan Zhiming didn't understand at first, then exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? Mentor?"

Yuan Weihong took the guide wire and smoothly inserted it from the incision made in the intercondylar fossa of the femur all the way to the proximal femur, the guide wire making a clicking sound as it poked into the bone: "Yes, you said it before, you're not that old, yet you already have dementia?"

Yan Zhiming immediately realized, oh, so that's what it means. Yuan Weihong has no more blame to shift, so he wants to clear the room.

After all, something 'embarrassing' can be pretended not to exist as long as no one sees it.

As clever as Brother Wei is, he truly lives up to his name!
Yan Zhiming immediately slapped his forehead and became the chairman of the board: "Yes, yes, look at me, I forgot!"

"Tingzhu, didn't you say you had an experimental assignment?"

"Let's go! We can go together, it's on the way to the lab." Yan Zhiming not only ran off himself, but also took Luo Tingzhu with him.

Luo Tingzhu was very clever; upon hearing this, she nodded and softly said, "Okay."

Qin Geluo smiled and said, "Brother Wei, if you don't need any help, I'll go back to pick up my son first."

Qin Geluo couldn't find any other reason, so he could only say this.

Qin Geluo is younger than Yuan Weihong; his son is only two years and one month old and hasn't even started kindergarten yet.

“Okay, go ahead.” Yuan Weihong remained serious.

"Put the reamer on from number 7 to number 11." After the crowd of onlookers in the operating room had gradually left, Yuan Weihong gave this instruction to the scrub nurse.

The scrub nurse quickly agreed.

On the operating table, only Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye remained. In the operating room, only two surgeons, two anesthesiologists, and one circulating nurse and one scrub nurse were present.

With no further streamlining possible, Yuan Weihong reluctantly continued working on it.

Of course, another advantage of having only two people performing the surgery is that there are no idle people. All the procedures are completed together, and everyone feels involved in every step.

Therefore, Fang Ziye needs to act at any time, and thus, Yuan Weihong can also benefit from Fang Ziye's actions...

The fifth one!
"Reset is great! Start fixing it now. Ziye, our cooperation is getting better and better!" Yuan Weihong began to encourage himself.

Fang Ziye calmly replied, "Master, yes, that's right. The manual reduction technique is quite effective once you learn it. I was just trying to use tendon manipulation to assist in the reduction..."

Yuan Weihong glanced at Fang Ziye and realized that the other party was giving him pointers.

However, Yuan Weihong felt extremely uncomfortable with this scene and this moment, as if thorns were piercing his entire body.

If the person sitting opposite me were my mentor, that would be fine, but he is my beloved student!

Fang Ziye continued, "Master, have you forgotten? You told me before that fractures need to be manually reduced, which requires..."

In the operating room, there were no other doctors from the clinical team. The anesthesiologist was an orthopedic layman, the circulating nurse didn't know much about orthopedic procedures, and fracture surgeries were rare at Zhongnan Hospital.

No matter how seriously Fang Ziye spouts nonsense, no one can expose him. He's simply changed the format, using Yuan Weihong's own words from years ago to indirectly explain what he's supposed to teach Yuan Weihong.

Fang Ziye was willing to do this kind of thing, willing to be the chairman of the board, and Fang Ziye also knew that if Yuan Weihong could become more proficient in manual reduction techniques, then he would also have a more refined grasp of techniques like osteotomy and correction!

Two years ago, Yuan Weihong was only proficient in bone transport techniques. Now, he is working hard on osteotomy and reshaping techniques. I should help him as much as I can. In the future, I will even assist Yuan Weihong in performing surgeries for large bone defects.

Even an old ox has the love of licking its calf, and a crow has the gratitude of feeding its parents!
The atmosphere in the operating room was calmed by Fang Ziye. Time did not get out of control, and the beeping of the operating room machines became regular.

“Master, you also said…”

……

After the surgery was completed that day, Fang Ziye went to his shift.

Today, Fang Ziye's chief resident appointment was not handed over to Brother Qin Geluo, but to Zhang Zixi, who had been a chief resident even earlier than Qin Geluo.

The concern is that there might not be enough staff in the operating room, and Qin Geluo can help out at any time.

Zhang Zixi is the head of Han Yuanxiao's team. Her relationship with Fang Ziye can only be described as that of colleagues, and they don't spend much time together. Therefore, Fang Ziye needs to take over the shift as soon as possible and reclaim his important task.

Yuan Weihong, of course, went to the dinner party location after the surgery.

However, after changing into his casual clothes, Yuan Weihong felt a bit conflicted and his expression was somewhat troubled. He needed some time to process what had happened today. His 'rebellious disciple' was betraying his master and ancestors, and had even begun to 'feed him back'. Yuan Weihong really needed to work on his mental preparation.

Yuan Weihong walked with his head down from the operating room toward his electric scooter.

Just as they reached the orthopedic ward, someone patted Yuan Weihong on the shoulder: "Hey, Wei-ge, you had your head down, I almost didn't recognize you. Wei-ge, you don't seem like yourself today?"

The visitor was a colleague, Mizi, a senior attending physician in vascular surgery.

During Yuan Weihong's tenure as chief resident, Mi Qi was also serving as chief resident. However, Mi Qi's research experience was not as extensive as Yuan Weihong's, so he is currently still a senior attending physician, but he will soon be promoted to associate senior physician.

"Isn't Brother Qi on duty today?" Yuan Weihong knew that Mi Qi was about to be promoted to associate senior physician and was currently on duty in the emergency vascular surgery clinic of the emergency department.

“In April, the department made some changes to the emergency room. Our department operates on a two-shift system, and one person still can't handle it. That's why I'm planning to take over the shift.”

"What's wrong, Brother Wei? What's bothering you? Tell us so the brothers can have a good laugh." When Mi Qi met Yuan Weihong, he was also a little bit like a wafer biscuit.

Yuan Weihong quickly reached for his phone in his pocket.

Upon hearing this, Mi Qi's pupils immediately contracted slightly, and he reached out to stop him: "Brother Wei, don't take it out! I was just joking."

"I was just joking back then, Mr. Wei," Mickey immediately admitted defeat.

In retrospect, Mi Qi's accidental acquaintance with Yuan Weihong was actually a misunderstanding.

While Mi Qi was processing his resignation, he and another surgeon happened to be discussing orthopedics. When Mi Qi heard that Yuan Weihong, an orthopedic surgeon, had lost his teacher and his research accumulation was not particularly abundant, yet he was still able to stay at the hospital, he joked a bit, saying something about so-and-so in vascular surgery, who had so many articles but couldn't stay at the hospital.

Could there be some other connection, like having a good godfather who's good at flattering people?

Yuan Weihong was quite amusing; he just listened from the side without saying a word, then recorded the entire video. In the end, he even listened to Mi Qi's article, who had several SCI papers.

As a result, the impact factor of one of Yuan Weihong's articles was enough to give Mi Qi a hard time.

"What department are you in? Bro, your articles have such high impact scores?" Mi Qi still clearly remembers the conversation from back then.

"Orthopedics."

"Do you know Yuan Weihong?"

"Yes, I know you. We're very close. It's me." Mi Qi almost crashed at that moment. (For the first chapter of "First Love," please see chapter twenty-two.)

"..."

“Yes, I know. I was awarded the Outstanding Young Scientist award this year. I’ve seen it.” Yuan Weihong began.

Yuan Weihong, who had been feeling depressed for a long time, finally began.

"Brother Wei, this is no fun. I actually wanted to ask if your student is free. If he is, I'm planning to do a clinical research project with him."

"It's related to limb salvage surgery in trauma surgery. If our vascular surgery and trauma surgery departments could combine their strengths, this project could be worthwhile," Mi Qi said.

Mi Qi is about to be promoted to associate professor, but associate professor is not the end, it is only the beginning of senior professional title. If he wants to make his own contributions, he must move towards scientific research.

Yuan Weihong nodded: "Yes, I know. Don't I know the articles my own students have published? BMJ, JAMA Oncolog, Journal of Thoracic Oncology, and one in Cancer Discovery."

Why are you telling me this?

Miki was instantly struck dumb!
His lips twitched for a moment, and he hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Yuan Weihong then asked, "Brother Qi, this is exactly what's troubling me. You know, although I won the Outstanding Young Scientist award, my students are just too outstanding and spend money like crazy. I don't know what to do right now."

"Tell me, he's so talented, where do we get so much money to feed him? It's so worrying! So worrying!"

Mickey felt insulted, raised his fist, and bulged his eyes.

Yuan Weihong: "I'm in trauma surgery, Brother Qi! ~ This is downstairs in the orthopedic building."

Mickey withdrew his fist.

"Ding-dong!" Yuan Weihong's phone notification sounded.

Yuan Weihong glanced at it and then handed the phone to Mi Qi: "Hey, look, the reimbursement for the research article bonus has arrived."

"The total is only 900,000, but a lot of it has been taxed."

“If a student is outstanding, they should be paid a service fee. I might have to give them 30% to 40% of this several hundred thousand yuan.”

"It's not good to deduct anything, otherwise I'll look like a landlord who exploits people. If I give it away like this, I'll only have three or four hundred thousand left."

"It's true what they say, shit is hard to eat and money is hard to earn... Brother Qi, Brother Qi... don't go."

Mi Qi had no intention of turning back at this point! And Yuan Weihong wasn't actually in a bad mood.

However, Yuan Weihong turned back. The reimbursement for the research article had arrived, and he still needed to gather his students together to carefully distribute the funds.

(End of this chapter)