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Chapter 438 No Destruction, No Construction (Please Subscribe)

"Master, congratulations! I heard from Tianluo that you're going to Enshi to work in the countryside."

In the underground parking garage of Yuan Weihong's residential complex, Fang Ziye got up from the back seat, looked around, and congratulated him with a smile.

Yuan Weihong set up the frame of the electric scooter, took out the key, and then squatted down to lock the tires with another key from the key chain.

After pressing the car alarm again, he turned around and said, "This way, the elevator is this way."

"I am indeed going to the countryside."

Yuan Weihong smiled broadly and pushed Fang Ziye around, saying, "You're even older than your master, so why are you sweeping around like this?"

Fang Ziye wasn't stupid. After following Yuan Weihong into the elevator and walking up without any outsiders around, he asked, "Master, why did you ask me about Uncle Ma's matter again today? Is there something you're thinking?"

"How could I know?" Fang Ziye grinned.

Actually, Fang Ziye shouldn't have asked.

In modern society, a clerk is a clerk, and a teacher is a teacher; a clerk is not a "grandfather" type.

In the transmission of knowledge between masters and disciples, there is very little close relationship between grandparents and grandchildren.

Without the simple master-disciple bond and blood ties, what does it matter to you what your master is like?

"You don't need to know this right now. This is just one person's opinion, and your master still needs to verify it carefully."

"Ziye, in the future, when we do anything, we must never believe just one person's opinion, especially rumors and gossip. We must never believe them casually."

"If you have any doubts about something, try to verify it from multiple sources. Just like when you write a meta-analysis, you must find all the relevant information before drawing the most objective conclusion." As Yuan Weihong was speaking, the elevator doors opened.

Let's leave this topic here for now.

Fang Ziye nodded very understandingly.

After Yuan Weihong knocked on the door, no one answered. Yuan Weihong then unlocked it with his fingerprint: "At this time, your teacher's wife should be taking Xiao Qi to her physical training class. It's just the two of us, let's go in and have a drink."

“I’ll drink alcohol, you can have a soft drink.” Yuan Weihong remembered that Fang Ziye shouldn’t drink alcohol for the time being, but if he was going to send him off, he had to make sure it was a done deal and forcefully smooth things over.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye skillfully changed his shoes while saying, "Master, how about I order some takeout?"

In Yuan Weihong's shoe cabinet, Fang Ziye has two pairs of slippers that belong to him alone: ​​one pair for summer and one pair for winter.

Neither Jie Han nor Lan Tianlu received this treatment. When they came to my house, they were given communal slippers...

"No, what if your teacher's wife and Xiao Qi come back later? Xiao Qi will sneak some food. That little girl is too greedy. I'm afraid her gastrointestinal tract will get upset again."

"For a while, she and your teacher's wife often secretly ate spicy snacks. Guess what happened?" Yuan Weihong used a stand-up comedy tone for the second half of his sentence.

One was chaotic, the other was frequent; Fang Ziye understood about 70-80% of it.

Judging from Yuan Weihong's "younger brother" position at home, we can infer that while his wife is strong and protective of Xiaoqi, she is still a queen in front of her master, Yuan Weihong...

Fang Ziye remained silent, behaving himself properly.

The teacher's wife is a primary school teacher, and she has a permanent position.

She used to be forced to be a homeroom teacher, but now she has forcibly transformed herself into a "subject teacher," leaving get off work promptly at 4:20 pm every day, picking up Xiaoqi from school, and then cooking dinner.

Even in summer, the teacher's wife would still use a warming board to cover the food, adjusting the temperature to around fifty degrees Celsius.

While Yuan Weihong was turning on the air conditioner and taking off his socks to wash his hands, Fang Ziye helped serve rice, pour wine, and pour drinks, showing great familiarity with many parts of Yuan Weihong's home.

Fang Ziye had always been at Zhongnan University, following Yuan Weihong and watching Yuan Weihong lead his two junior brothers.

Therefore, Fang Ziye was very certain that Yuan Weihong had a special feeling for him, a feeling that had nothing to do with his own qualifications. Otherwise, Yuan Weihong would have treated Lan Tianluo and Jie Han equally.

In terms of professional expertise, Yuan Weihong has indeed achieved his goals, but there are always aspects that Yuan Weihong has not done well, or that he has not put much effort into.

The dishes were very simple, as the children couldn't eat spicy food, so everything on the table looked very bland.

However, after Fang Ziye had prepared all the drinks, Yuan Weihong took out a can of 'roasted chili' from the refrigerator.

"This is my mom's cooking. You've never had it before. Should you call her?"

Yuan Weihong explained, then awkwardly changed the subject: "Never mind, you two rarely see each other anyway, so let's not call each other that."

“I called her Auntie last time,” Fang Ziye said.

On one occasion, when Fang Ziye was looking for Yuan Weihong, he found him at Yuan Weihong's parents' house.

Yuan Weihong said, "Go wash your hands. Once you've washed your hands, we can get started."

"This time, it really is just simple food."

Fang Ziye happily walked to the sink, pressed the hand sanitizer, and started rubbing his hands, eventually turning it into a six-step handwashing routine.

Fang Ziye was taken aback and forcibly corrected his "incorrect" daily handwashing method. Why bother with the "six steps" of handwashing before a meal? He simply drew circles.

Shake your hands slightly to dry them, then wipe them with a hand towel as you approach the dining table.

"Master, how much did you buy this house for?" Fang Ziye looked around.

Yuan Weihong had already poured out a small glass of wine. After a moment of stunned silence, he realized, "Ziye, that's right, you've finished the preliminary preparations for buying a house. It's time for you to buy one."

"When I bought it, it was cheaper than it is now, so it's not relevant to your comparison and might even scare you. What you need to compare is the current housing price."

"It's a basic necessity, but there's no profit to be made from it."

"Let's have a drink first!" Yuan Weihong eagerly raised his glass with Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye raised his coconut milk, drank it, and explained, "Master, after I finish my ward round, I will definitely offer you a few more cups."

Not every student will be taken home by their teacher for a meal.

They were taken home, not taken out for a meal.

"Of course. But the fundamental principles cannot be changed. A chief resident is still a chief resident, and even if you are promoted to attending physician, you are still a chief resident. You cannot forget your responsibilities."

"Chief Resident is not a professional title, but an experience, an extremely valuable experience that will benefit you for life." Yuan Weihong recalled his past and nodded again.

"It will benefit you for life."

Fang Ziye asked, "Master, when you were making your rounds these past few days, did that family member try to pull any more tricks with gods or Buddhas?"

Yuan Weihong was taken aback when he heard this: "I haven't paid attention to these things. I just follow along when I do ward rounds. Professor Deng is above me and Professor Liu is beside me. I just follow along. There's no need for me to be a broken record."

"Professor Liu's research experience is really strong. He knows everything I know, and he probably knows things I don't know."

Fang Ziye: "..."

"Master, is Teacher Liu even better than you in this area?"

In Fang Ziye's view, Yuan Weihong's breadth and quantity of research articles still surpass Fang Ziye's.

There's nothing we can do; Fang Ziye only graduated with his bachelor's degree a little over four years ago.

How many years has Yuan Weihong been reading academic papers?

Such a difference in magnitude cannot be achieved simply by adding a little something.

Of course, the theoretical leap that can be achieved by adding a few points is more effective than reading N articles by Yuan Weihong.

However, after theoretical advancement, you only know the correct things. By reading literature, you can learn about the wrong things and how scholars in the real world gradually move from error to the right path.

How much effort was put in during this period, and how was it corrected?
Does this work?

This is extremely useful. If Fang Ziye wants to 'correct' the existing theoretical flaws, he must go this way. You can't just say that your theory is correct, can you?
Why? Did I cheat?
"Otherwise, how could he be called an 'Outstanding Youth'? What about the professor?"

“Ziye, your master is indeed excellent, but I am able to get to where I am today because of you, Tianluo Jiehan, and even Professor Deng.”

"Of course, your master isn't being self-deprecating. If Professor Liu Huanglong didn't have a team, and he were fighting alone, he might not be any better than me!" Yuan Weihong analyzed objectively.

Liu Huanglong was basically the darling of the group at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, and after getting married, he became the darling of the darlings even more.

Finding 'special talents' like Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo at Peking Union Medical College Hospital would be impossible, but finding 'top talents' like Jie Han and Luo Tingzhu wouldn't be too difficult.

Yuan Weihong continued, "My current team is even better than Professor Liu's team, so I can go from almost nothing to something!"

Yuan Weihong placed his hands on his head to indicate that it was a 'hat': "It only took a year. Professor Liu, on the other hand, has been steadily working towards this goal for several years."

"Ziye, do you think I'm lucky?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye shook his head and then nodded: "Good life, but also hard life."

"Master, whose student got grassroots experience before the teacher? Master, whose student dragged the teacher along to the countryside when they went to get grassroots experience?"

Yuan Weihong said, "It sounds quite plausible."

Yuan Weihong then picked up two more bites of food, and mumbled between chews, "That's actually how it is in the departments these days."

"After Professor Dong left, the three groups were merged into two, which looked like a mess."

"Professor Liu Huanglong doesn't want to lead the group. How do you suggest we resolve this?"

"There are three groups of slots, but we can't always have just two groups sharing the same space, can we?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes slightly: "Master, if you're leading a team, I'll definitely follow you!"

Zhongnan Hospital stipulates that, in principle, only professors can lead the research groups.

However, there are exceptions to the principle. For example, some excellent associate professors may not be able to reach the full professor level due to the time limit for promotion, which may result in associate professors leading research groups.

If Yuan Weihong is willing to open the floodgates and lead the team, Fang Ziye will definitely follow.

"If you want me to lead a team, then I'll have to wait until I come back from my six-month trip to the countryside and get my associate chief physician title before I can even consider this."

“The department certainly can’t wait that long either.” Yuan Weihong smiled and then raised his glass.

Fang Ziye raised his drink glass and squinted his eyes: "Master, has the hospital found a suitable person to lead the team?"

"Boom."

Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye clinked their glasses together.

After emptying his glass in a small sip, Yuan Weihong nodded: "Your senior uncle!"

"It's not the Uncle-Master Ma Dingyong you saw, it's Uncle-Master Liu Qiao. My senior brother Liu Qiao, after resigning from the hospital, went to the First Affiliated Hospital of Zhejiang University, and has now reached the position of full professor."

"He doesn't want to renew his contract when it expires."

Fang Ziye was stunned upon hearing this.

Fang Ziye had only heard of Liu Qiao's name a few times.

Even my senior colleague Martin Yong mentioned that when Liu Qiao resigned, it was because he lost to Associate Professor Peng Long in the competition, so he left.

Fang Ziye didn't ask where they went. When he was chatting with Martin Yong, he already felt that the two of them didn't see eye to eye.

"Isn't the First Affiliated Hospital of Zhejiang University better than our Central South University?" Fang Ziye said casually.

The medical development of Zhejiang University Affiliated Hospital has been rapid in recent years, much faster than that of clinical medicine at Wuhan University.

They are willing to spend money on construction and talent recruitment, and in recent years they have even risen to the top ten in the country.

At such a zenith, why is Uncle Liu Qiao going back to Central South University? What is he planning to do?

"Master, Uncle Liu wouldn't be thinking of coming back to find us, would he?" Fang Ziye's lips curled into a smirk as he pointed out Yuan Weihong's 'dilemma'.

Yuan Weihong shook his head: "I don't know the specifics yet, but the hospital is making arrangements for this."

"There's nothing I can do. Your senior uncle hasn't contacted me for a long time either."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye straightened up: "Master, what is Professor Du's opinion?"

“What happened back then is obvious. Now that Uncle Liu says he wants to come back, he will. What will you do, Master?”

"Just because you're not a professor, not a full professor, so?"

"Transformation?"

Putting myself in Yuan Weihong's shoes, if the hospital were this disgusting, Fang Ziye would have simply run away after passing the associate senior professional title review.

You don't need to hire them.

Looking back on Yuan Weihong's years at Zhongnan Hospital, his scientific and clinical contributions have been worthy of the hospital's training.

I can be grateful, but it would never be the case that if you fed me shit, I would still thank you.

If Professor Liu Qiao returns, then it will be Yuan Weihong's turn to leave.

"Ziye, have you considered that if we all followed your senior uncle, the road ahead would be smoother?" Yuan Weihong asked.

Fang Ziye put down his chopsticks and stared at Yuan Weihong without moving his eyelids, mouth, or even his nose.

In Fang Ziye's view, the education he received was that his two senior uncles were inhumane, taking everything with them when they left, which almost made it difficult for his master to graduate.

Now Yuan Weihong says he wants to work under his senior apprentice Liu Qiao.

Yuan Weihong's mouth twitched a few times, but no sound came out.

Fang Ziye then took a deep breath: "Master, some things, once done the first time, will happen countless times. Including betrayal."

Yuan Weihong then asked, "Ziye, what do you think of the way Wang Yuanqi and Professor Han Yuanxiao get along?"

After Yuan Weihong's words were caught by his eardrums, Fang Ziye blinked rapidly a few times.

The topics discussed before and after were completely disjointed; perhaps Yuan Weihong made a mistake or forgot to record something. Yet, the way Yuan Weihong earnestly poured wine and drinks for himself didn't seem like he was 'sick'.

“Master, I don’t really have a good opinion on the way Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi and Director Han get along.”

"Senior Brother Wang is quite pitiful. Perhaps Director Han also has his own unspeakable difficulties."

“Master, actually just two days ago, Senior Brother Wang called me…” Fang Ziye then told Yuan Weihong about Wang Yuanqi’s ‘breakdown’.

Yuan Weihong remained calm after hearing this.

"Oh!" Yuan Weihong said casually.

Fang Ziye's eyes flashed. He had said so much, and all he got in return was a "Oh?" from Yuan Weihong.

...When Fang Ziye left Yuan Weihong's house, he still couldn't figure out what his master was thinking.

Fang Ziye was almost certain that Yuan Weihong's behavior was strange.

"Sigh, let's not speculate. If the teacher has something to say, he will say it. If he doesn't want to say something, asking won't help." Fang Ziye, unable to figure it out, was too lazy to waste any more time.

Hurry up and go to the emergency trauma center clinic to take over your shift.

"..."

After Fang Ziye left, Yuan Weihong started tidying up the table and then put the dishes in the dishwasher.

Afterward, Yuan Weihong took two deep breaths, put on his coat, and went out.

After descending to the basement level, Yuan Weihong realized he had been drinking and went back to the street outside to hail a taxi.

About half an hour later, Yuan Weihong and Professor Deng Yong appeared in a teahouse in a residential area.

Yuan Weihong ordered tea with a smile.

Deng Yong asked with a smile, "Wei Hong, what brings you here to see me today?"

Deng Yong has been in a very good mood these past few days.

Many people in the group have had exceptionally smooth career development. Yuan Weihong's path to becoming an associate professor is also within reach. His current rural assignment is a step towards becoming a full professor.

Yuan Weihong continued to smile, watching the waiter prepare the tea, and said, "Miss, you can go out now. Remember to urge our snacks to hurry up."

"Okay, boss." The waiter politely carried the tray away.

Deng Yong looked Yuan Weihong up and down: "You only drank alcohol this afternoon, and didn't eat any food?"

Yuan Weihong nodded and smiled: "Yes, Teacher Deng, we're still not full, so we're thinking of having another meal. My appetite has been quite large lately."

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong immediately looked Yuan Weihong up and down and asked, "Weihong, what do you mean? I feel like there's something hidden in your words?"

How big is your appetite?

“It’s about the same size as Teacher Dong.” Yuan Weihong calmly rested his elbows in front of him.

Deng Yong's expression changed drastically in an instant.

He squinted and quickly calculated how much time had passed since that incident.
Eight years!

Nine years have passed.

Yuan Weihong graduated at the age of 29, started his first year of doctoral studies at 27, and is now 36 years old, exactly nine years ago.

"Weihong, do you have any thoughts about Liu Qiao coming back? If you do, you can bring them up, and I can try to convey your ideas to Professor Du and the personnel department." Deng Yong hadn't even finished speaking.

Yuan Weihong interrupted, "It has nothing to do with anyone else, Teacher Deng."

“We’re only looking for him!” Yuan Weihong didn’t say “me,” but rather “we.”

Deng Yong clenched his right fist, his face hardened, and the large mole at the corner of his mouth twitched: "Wei Hong, our hospital and our department are currently at a critical stage of development."

"With prices soaring rapidly, our research project is progressing smoothly."

"Don't be misled by any slanderous words, causing internal disintegration and collapse. Otherwise, our team will only become a laughing stock."

"Is this true?" Yuan Weihong asked.

“Teacher Deng, you’re practically my teacher! Don’t lie to me, I’ve already got a lot of information from various sources, and this isn’t the first day I’ve heard about this.” Yuan Weihong asked again, his tone more relaxed.

Deng Yong remained silent.

After a half-minute silence: "It depends on how you interpret it."

“At that time, Professor Zheng was out of town, and Professor Dong was overwhelmed. The patient's condition was critical, and you were there in person. You should understand that if Professor Chu hadn't come back, it would have been a life lost.”

"At the time, Han Yuanxiao and I were both at a loss. Professor Zheng knew he was in the wrong, so..."

Deng Yong was halfway through his sentence.

Yuan Weihong suddenly realized, and his tone was no longer agitated: "So, when Teacher Dong called my master, he knew that my master, Teacher Chu, had just returned from a 'mission'."

"He knew about this!"

“This wasn’t intentional. Absolutely not.” Deng Yong nodded.

“Weihong, you were indeed young back then. I can recount the whole story to you.”

"First of all, Professor Zheng was absent from his post during his time as deputy class leader and took leave, which was a mistake. He paid a heavy price for this mistake. He didn't retire; he stepped down directly!"

"Secondly, Teacher Dong called Teacher Chu only to save someone. Did that patient have any connection with anyone at our hospital? No, he was just an ordinary person."

"Thirdly, after the incident, Liu Qiao clung to the matter, feeling that if he didn't get promoted, he would be letting Professor Chu down. But how could external factors possibly help with something like promotion?"

"Based on the overall evaluation, whoever is stronger will be stronger."

“Peng Long’s experience at that time was indeed more profound than Liu Qiao’s.”

“I’m referring to Penglong at that time,” Deng Yong explained.

Things have changed dramatically now. After Liu Qiao went to the First Affiliated Hospital of Zhejiang University, he has risen all the way to the rank of professor, while Peng Long is now stuck in his department.

Without the right opportunity, he might never be promoted to senior professional in his lifetime.

“Weihong, at this critical juncture, someone is trying to dismantle our team, cause us to fall apart, and if we end up fighting our own battles, this project will be ruined.”

“I can even guess who told you these things, but I don’t want to say his name or his representative. I just think that you, Yuan Weihong, can see through this.”

“We are all deeply saddened by Teacher Chu’s unexpected passing. So many years have passed, there’s absolutely no need for you to bring it up again,” Deng Yong said patiently.

“Then I’ll go!” Yuan Weihong said.

Deng Yong's face stiffened, and a hint of ferocity flashed in his pupils, but it disappeared in an instant: "Yuan Weihong, have you ever thought about what would happen if you left now?"

"So Liu Huanglong and Nie Mingxian have simply become the ones who profited from the situation. They will continue to work on the topic of damage."

"This would benefit outsiders."

"Don't lose sight of the core issue."

Yuan Weihong said, "So what if it benefits outsiders?"

“Teacher Deng, what’s wrong with outsiders benefiting? Isn’t it foreigners who benefit?”

Just as Deng Yong was about to speak, the snacks were brought in.

After the waiter knocked on the door, Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong smiled broadly again.

"Thank you, thank you so much!~"

"Thank you." The two worked together quite well.

However, as soon as the waiter left, Deng Yong said, "Of course we can't let outsiders benefit from this. Why should others rea the rewards of a project done by our own people at Central South University?"

Even now, Deng Yong still tacitly believes that Fang Ziye will follow Yuan Weihong without hesitation.

With Fang Ziye gone, Deng Yong and others couldn't keep up with this research project.

"Does it matter? The mailing address for this project will only be Central South University."

“Teacher Deng, isn’t it enough that our Ziye gave such a big gift back to the department? Do we have to continue to be morally blackmailed?” Yuan Weihong asked.

"Yuan Weihong, when did you become like this? This is your department, and this is Zhongnan Hospital, where you work!"

"This is also the trauma surgery and trauma center that you've followed all the way through, right?" Deng Yong said.

Yuan Weihong then counted on his fingers: "Peng Long, Chen Fang, Nie Xuehua, Zhang Zixi, Han Yuanxiao, Jin Hongzhou..."

"Teacher Deng, are you telling me this is my department? My Zhongnan Hospital?" Yuan Weihong asked incredulously.

"Teacher Deng, don't forget about Song Yi!"

"Is this the Zhongnan Hospital where I work?" Yuan Weihong raised his voice.

You, Deng Yong, even have to fight for a PhD for your own student, and you call this Yuan Weihong's 'department'; Yuan Weihong's hospital.

"Please don't call this hospital 'our hospital,' it's just a place where only our own people are here, thank you!"

Deng Yong's lips twitched, and his eyes darted around.

Yuan Weihong said, "Professor Deng, don't blame me for saying this, but the development of Zhongnan Hospital does not depend on our team or any particular school of thought."

"You locked him up, we've been locking him up, in all sorts of ways, in what we think is the right way."

"outsider?"

"What is an outsider?"

Yuan Weihong finally smiled at this point: "Teacher Deng, you can't give me what I want, so I won't make things difficult for you. From the bottom of my heart, I am especially grateful to you for valuing me so much."

“Professor Deng, I am also very grateful to you for giving the first student spot for staying in the hospital to Ziye before you began to patiently pave the way for your own students.”

"However, none of these are actually necessary."

“My teacher probably wouldn’t be happy to see you being so ‘biased’ towards me and Ziye.”

Deng Yong stood up, his voice slightly raised: "What exactly do you want?"

“Teacher Deng, I said I’m leaving,” Yuan Weihong replied loudly, without the slightest fear.

"If you're going to leave, then leave. Why are you telling me all this?"

Why are you yelling at me?

"What does it have to do with me?"

"I'm a student too, what's it to me?" Deng Yong slammed his right hand on the table.

"Does Fang Ziye know about your decision to leave? Should I go and beat him up now? Should I confront him about it?"

"What do you want from me? What do you want? When can I give orders to Teacher Chu?" Deng Yong retorted aggressively.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong laughed.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Deng, I was wrong."

"Teacher Dong left you some really nice things before he left." Yuan Weihong bowed and then left.

Deng Yong remained stunned in the tea room for a long time, more than an hour, before finally whispering a sentence.

"Isn't Yuan Weihong's way of thinking completely different from that of a normal person?"

"Or is it that none of the people who can do scientific research are normal?" After leaving the teahouse, Deng Yong rushed to the hospital's emergency department.

Then, as Deng Yong pushed open the door to the trauma center clinic in the emergency department, he saw Fang Ziye dozing off while Nie Mingxian sat in front of him.

Nie Mingxian looked up, hesitated, then stood up and patted Fang Ziye on the shoulder.

Fang Ziye sat up straight with a jolt, and after hearing Nie Mingxian's words, he turned his head and smiled, "Master."

"Are you tired, Ziye?" Deng Yong took two steps closer and asked from a distance.

"It's alright, Master."

"Why did you come at this hour?" Fang Ziye asked with a smile.

"I was having tea with a friend nearby and just happened to be passing by, so I thought I'd take a look."

"Take care of your health. If you can't take it anymore, remember to ask someone to take your shift. Don't always push yourself to the limit," Deng Yong said.

“Master, I only see patients now, I don’t perform surgery. It’s just diagnosis, not treatment, so it’s not that tiring,” Fang Ziye explained with a smile as he turned his head.

"Your master is going to the countryside next month. You should find some time to see him off."

"Now that you're working, at this particular time, you can't just keep thinking about having your mentor invite you to dinner," Deng Yong advised.

Fang Ziye nodded hurriedly upon hearing this: "Master, no one has told me about this yet."

Fang Ziye then approached Deng Yong, not bothering to avoid Nie Mingxian, and asked with a smile, "Master, why is Teacher Yuan only going to the countryside now? If I remember correctly, I returned from Enshi in September!"

The period from September to the end of February is a six-month period.

July has come around again, and I wonder what kind of time cycle it will be.

"You were promoted to associate professor last year? Otherwise, who in our department was promoted to associate professor last year?"

"It's just that in the hospital, without the professional title of associate chief physician as a base, one can only enjoy the treatment of associate professor," Deng Yong explained.

Fang Ziye suddenly realized that becoming an associate professor was much harder than becoming an associate chief physician. Moreover, Yuan Weihong's highest professional title was still that of a senior researcher.

Professional intermediate level, teaching associate professor level, research full professor level.

This carrying pole is tilted ridiculously far.

After chatting casually for a while, Deng Yong left the trauma center clinic.

Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian looked at each other, neither of them understanding why Deng Yong had come to the trauma center clinic.

However, as June 29th arrived, Fang Ziye was browsing the news results of the national surgical skills competition when he received another unread text message.

The text message came from Luo Tingzhu: "Senior brother, Professor Yuan resigned inexplicably. He nominally transferred Lan Tianluo and Jie Han to Associate Professor Chen Fang."

"I heard that a new Professor Liu Qiao has joined the department, and this Professor Liu Qiao is particularly domineering. During a meeting at the hospital, he made it clear that the administrative director of the trauma surgery department would either be concurrently held by him or there would be no mutual supervision."

"No one else is allowed to touch on personnel matters within his group."

"Liu Qiao also said that he doesn't want anyone else in his team now; he's forming a separate team. He doesn't want any associate professors or attending physicians in trauma surgery!"

Fang Ziye: "..."

"What did Professor Liu do? Is he really that domineering?"

"Even Professor Liu Huanglong isn't as good as him?!"

(End of this chapter)