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Chapter 439 Not All Dreams Are Good (Please Subscribe)
"But Tingzhu, how come you're so well-informed? I hadn't even heard about my teacher's resignation, and you already knew?" Fang Ziye asked calmly after careful consideration.

Ten seconds later, Luo Tingzhu typed back: "Senior brother, before I only had senior sister and junior sister relationships, but since I returned to China, a lot of people have taken the initiative to add me as a friend."

"Several teachers from the personnel department added me on WeChat. They even specifically asked me if I knew about Teacher Yuan."

"The personnel department staff said that the hospital now attaches great importance to Professor Yuan and considers her one of the most important talents among the younger generation that needs to be protected. They will not easily agree to Professor Yuan's resignation."

"However, if Teacher Yuan's attitude is firm, it seems that even the personnel department can't stop her."

Fang Ziye's lips twitched slightly as he looked at the information.

Since returning to China, you've had a lot of people adding you as a friend. What else could that be? Your good brother has taken down a professor.

To be honest, even if Dean Wang wanted to remove a professor from Zhongnan Hospital, he would have to be extremely cautious and consider many things.

After all, a professor's position in a hospital is deeply entrenched, and if the wrong position is removed, it could lead to stagnation in the development of the specialty.

The issues that leadership should be concerned about are almost non-existent in Lan Tianluo's view. He cuts through the mess quickly and decisively: you can be bad, you can choose not to provoke me, but if you do provoke me, you must pray that you are clean enough!

"I'll ask my master about this again. I'm pretty sure that if my master were to resign, he would definitely tell us students."

"If he had followed the advice of his junior brothers, Jiehan and Tianluo wouldn't have acted so recklessly."

"What's the point of keeping it from me? Whether I find out sooner or later, I'll find out anyway."

"You go ahead and do your work. I'll make a few more calls to find out what's going on!" Fang Ziye wasn't flustered or nervous at all.

Yuan Weihong began questioning himself after the mid-year academic conference, on June 22nd. More than a week has passed since then.

Yuan Weihong has plenty of time to arrange and plan; resigning is not a child's game.

The resignation of an outstanding young employee from Zhongnan Hospital is not a trivial matter that can be resolved simply by submitting a resignation letter.

"Wu Xuanqi didn't participate in the competition? I don't think I saw his name." Nie Mingxian, who was also browsing the list of winners of the National Young Physicians' Skills Competition next door, looked up and asked.

Fang Ziye didn't look up. While editing a message for Yuan Weihong, he said, "National competitions may seem to be held nationwide, but basically, the competition is based on where it is held. The participants from the province where the competition is held are the home team."

"Everyone's clinical work is so busy, and the time cannot be combined with the National Orthopedic Conference."

"Aside from a specially created storyline, who would abandon their departmental responsibilities to participate in a competition?"

"Teacher Deng mentioned it to me before, but I didn't go." Fang Ziye leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg as he spoke.

The National Young Physicians Skills Competition sounds like a high-level event, but in reality, it has no substantial effect other than 'making a name for oneself'.

The prize money isn't much, and even if you win an award, it's only for patients to see in your resume; your peers can easily tell what happened.

The competition has reached its end at the provincial level; the next stage is never the competition venue.

The truly capable people are all focused on their own research and surgeries before they compete.

The difference in skill level at the "advanced" level is difficult to discern with the naked eye and requires the aid of equipment for observation; it's hard to say who is truly superior.

"No one gets up early without a reason." Nie Mingxian smiled at Fang Ziye.

After seeing Yuan Weihong's reply, Fang Ziye stood up and said, "Brother Xian, why don't you take a look at the clinic? I'll call Gong Ziming over to help you."

"I remember your scope of practice has already been expanded to surgery, right?"

"Yes." Nie Mingxian nodded, paused in his phone play, and looked up: "Is there something you need?"

"There's something I need to do." Fang Ziye put his phone into his inner pocket and started unbuttoning his white coat.

Nie Mingxian straightened his limp posture, moved a few steps to his consultation seat, and began refreshing the list.

Fang Ziye found this scene somewhat amusing, but he didn't say much. He left the consultation room, put the white coat in the hanging place of the rest room, and immediately went out to scan a shared bicycle and went to Yuan Weihong's house.

Monday and Friday are traditionally the surgery days for Professor Deng Yong's team, and June 29th was a Friday.

But the fact that Yuan Weihong appeared at his own home at this time is somewhat "intriguing".

"Dong dong dong!~"

When Fang Ziye knocked on the door, Yuan Weihong, dressed casually in a short-sleeved shirt, shorts, and pajamas, appeared naked in front of Fang Ziye for the first time, which made Fang Ziye's heart skip a beat.

Yuan Weihong has always been a person who cares a lot about his image.

"Master!" Fang Ziye changed into his sandals after entering the room.

Yuan Weihong went to the refrigerator to get drinks. He took a bottle of ice-cold beer for himself and a bottle of soda for Fang Ziye.

“Ziye, are you spying on your master? I submitted my OA last night, and then submitted a paper copy of my resignation at 8:20 this morning after the shift handover.”

Yuan Weihong subconsciously raised his hand to check the time. He wasn't wearing a watch, so he tapped his phone screen: "You came to my house at 9:47."

"Are you here to interrogate me? Or are you here to demand an explanation from my master?" Yuan Weihong pushed the iced soda toward Fang Ziye and sat down leisurely.

Fang Ziye gradually began to have some difficulty understanding his teacher. Perhaps from the very beginning, Fang Ziye had never understood this young fox.

"Master, this isn't about interrogating me, I'm just a little flustered."

"I didn't deliberately inquire about this news; I was completely unaware of it. I only heard it from Zhu."

"Master, you've never mentioned this before. Could it be related to what you asked me about my senior master last time?"

Last time, Yuan Weihong did mention his senior brother Liu Qiao, but he didn't mention that he was going to resign.

"Sigh!" Yuan Weihong sighed upon hearing this, then let out another long sigh: "Sigh..."

“Originally, your master thought that this matter was related to him. But later, your master realized that he didn’t even have the chance to get involved in this matter.”

"Just like your Uncle Ma said, I was just a student back then. What was I anyway?"

Yuan Weihong raised his beer glass and clinked it against Fang Ziye's.

After Fang Ziye took a sip with Yuan Weihong, Yuan Weihong leaned back in his chair without putting down his beer glass: "I'm a student. If I stay, no one will target me. If I want to go with them, no one will have any objections."

"If the Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital couldn't even accommodate a PhD, it would have collapsed long ago."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's heart skipped a beat: "Master, if that's the case, why did you resign?"

Yuan Weihong said, "I want to avoid suspicion, I want to take a vacation."

"To avoid being caught in a dilemma later."

"I asked for my annual leave to go on a trip, but the hospital won't allow it. They insist that I go to the countryside first. I don't want to go. Is there any other way to get the hospital to agree to my annual leave?"

"Is it because of Uncle Liu Qiao?" Fang Ziye asked again.

“Yes!” Yuan Weihong nodded.

"Brother Liu Qiao personally felt that he was under too much pressure after his master passed away."

"Wealth that does not return to its hometown is like walking in brocade at night."

"This time, Senior Brother Liu Qiao is back to play the 'bad guy'."

"He not only wants to fight for personnel power, but he also wants to become the head of the ward and even the chief administrative officer of the orthopedics department. And the things that Senior Brother Liu Qiao has brought back are enough to support him in doing all of these things."

"With one reason, the hospital can't refuse. He didn't want to leave in the first place, so they either have to go back and investigate all the sealed files from when he was promoted to a higher professional title."

“Or, we’ll start all over again! Liu Qiao wants to take on both Professor Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao one-on-one, whether it’s a literary or martial challenge.” Yuan Weihong’s voice was particularly dejected.

Liu Qiao's domineering nature exceeded Yuan Weihong's thinking and was beyond his capabilities.

"What is meant by 'civilian' and what is meant by 'military'?" Fang Ziye swallowed a few times.

"The 'literary' aspect is about scientific research, both in the present and the future. The 'military' aspect is about technology, management, qualifications, and everything else besides scientific research, including connections."

"After serving as a professor at the First Affiliated Hospital of Zhejiang University for three years, Senior Brother Liu has made many friends. It seems that he has barely managed to squeeze into Professor Duan Hong's circle."

"My senior brother is much older than me."

"If I stay in the department now, I'll be in a dilemma later," Yuan Weihong said.

Fang Ziye: "..."

"Master, who do you favor more?" Fang Ziye asked cautiously.

To be honest, Fang Ziye had no knowledge of this Liu Qiao. His behavior had offended his teacher, Deng Yong. From Fang Ziye's personal perspective, who did Liu Qiao think he was?

However, from the perspective of Yuan Weihong, the second uncle, Liu Qiao was his direct brother, and Yuan Weihong was only staying with Deng Yong temporarily.

Fang Ziye had long regarded Yuan Weihong as a 'father' besides his own father, and Deng Yong as a mentor.

Uncle Liu Qiao would never have dared to come back and criticize the entire department and bring up old grievances if he didn't have absolute certainty.

After the old files were sealed, can they be retrieved and reviewed now?
That's definitely impossible. If it were reviewed, things would get complicated; it would have to be reported to the Health Commission and the school...

“You! All of you,” Yuan Weihong said.

After saying that, he tilted his beer glass at an angle, as if to bump it with Fang Ziye.

"Me?" Fang Ziye was surprised.

"Yes, as long as it doesn't hurt you, I'm fine with anything."

“Ziye, there are some things I really don’t know. If it weren’t for this mid-year academic conference in Hubei Province, where I met your senior uncle Liu Qiao, I still wouldn’t know many secrets.”

“Although my teacher, who is also your grandmaster, is no longer alive, my teacher’s wife is still alive, as are her children. I have asked her many, many times.”

“My teacher’s death was an accident. Professor Dong did not intentionally make my mentor stay up all night. I participated in that emergency room call!” Yuan Weihong said.

"Those who bring this up again after all these years are probably truly hurt..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye asked again, "Master, if that's what you think, why did you ask me what Uncle Ma said last time?"

"One thing at a time. Even if Uncle Liu and Uncle Ma suffered unfair treatment, they shouldn't have taken away what you made!"

"If Uncle Liu suffers an injustice, does that mean you, Master, have to suffer an injustice too? These are completely unrelated issues."

"It's like if I don't get promoted, and I take it out on Tianluo and Jiehan, what does that have to do with my junior brothers?"

Yuan Weihong stared blankly at Fang Ziye for a few moments, then hesitated to speak.

Fang Ziye continued, "Master, I have a few thoughts now. As things have developed to this point, it's hard to say who is right and who is wrong."

“But from my personal perspective, even if Uncle Liu Qiao came back to vent his anger, it’s not worth it. If he wants to come but you, Master, feel uncomfortable, we can leave.”

“If we’re talking about something else, Master, you feel that Grandmaster’s accident was more or less related to Teacher Dong, then you don’t want to see us working for Teacher Dong’s ‘student,’ namely Teacher Deng.”

"We can leave too."

"Provincial People's Hospital, Union Hospital, Tongji Hospital..."

“I can’t go to any further places because I’m from Hubei Province. The farthest my parents can go is probably Wuhan. I have to consider their needs.”

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong said expressionlessly, "I'm leaving because my contract is about to expire. You just received the talent introduction funding. If you leave, can you afford to lose money?"

Fang Ziye pursed his lips and said, "If we want to find a way to compensate, we can afford it."

"Master, you don't need to worry about that."

“Or, Master, I can offer a personal proposal; would you consider it suitable?” Fang Ziye continued.

Yuan Weihong said, "Then tell me!"

Fang Ziye: "..."

……

After leaving Yuan Weihong's residential area, Fang Ziye covered his eyebrows with his right hand, blocking out a lot of sunlight.

After squinting to clear his vision from the sudden bright light, Fang Ziye hailed another electric scooter and set off.

This time, Fang Ziye chose not to be passive.

Fang Ziye is no longer a student. What is a student? A student follows the teacher and is no longer considered a member of the department or a formal employee of the hospital.

So just follow the teacher's lead.

Fang Ziye is no longer a mere 'accessory'; for others to know about him, he needs a prefix to be added.

Yuan Weihong's student, Deng Yong's student.

Fang Ziye can say that he is Fang Ziye, an orthopedic surgeon!

Fang Ziye set off at 2:10 pm.

At 2:30 p.m., Fang Ziye arrived at the personnel department, inquired about the situation, and learned that the personnel department had not yet approved his mentor Yuan Weihong's resignation letter. He then turned around and returned to the orthopedic building from the personnel department.

The internal personnel matters for the orthopedics department ultimately fell to Professor Du Xinzhan.

The trouble should end it.

Whether or not to recruit Professor Liu Qiao into Zhongnan Hospital was primarily up to Du Xinzhan, followed by Professor Han Yuanxiao's opinion. In the joint surgery ward, Fang Ziye dialed Director Du's number and, upon learning that Professor Du was in surgery, politely said, "Okay, Professor Du, I'll be waiting for you in the joint surgery ward."

"You don't need to rush, I can wait until you finish your surgery."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye waited in the corner of the doctor's office.

Although Fang Ziye wasn't wearing a white coat, the doctor on duty recognized him, respectfully brought him a cup of tea, and then asked him what was wrong.

"Today is Professor Du's group's surgery day. Professor Du's group has five joint replacements today, and they should all be finished by around 3:30 pm."

"Brother Ye, please wait a moment." Fang Ziye didn't really know who the doctor on duty was, but he should be a master's degree holder specializing in joint surgery.

"No rush, you can continue your shift. If you want to rest, go ahead and take a break. I'll wait here for a while," Fang Ziye replied politely.

"..."

It was 3:45 PM.

After Professor Du Xinzhan returned to the joint surgery ward, he greeted Fang Ziye in the doctor's office before saying, "Ziye, go sit in the office for a while. I'll check on today's surgical patients and then come over."

"Okay, Director Du." Fang Ziye stood up and put his phone away.

Professor Du Xinzhan walked gracefully towards the ward. As soon as he reached the door, the voices of patients and their families calling him "Professor Du" echoed throughout the ward, reaching Fang Ziye's ears from a distance.

Fang Ziye took a few deep breaths before pushing open the door and entering, waiting quietly for Professor Du Xinzhan to return.

Professor Du Xinzhan is slightly overweight, with a small mole on the corner of his mouth. His face exudes both authority and refinement, as if he could explode at any moment or smile like a flower at any time.

When Professor Du Xinzhan's voice reached Fang Ziye's ears as he pushed the door open, Fang Ziye stood up, his hands empty, and put away his phone without moving.

"Ziye, you're a rare guest! Why aren't you taking good care of the trauma center? What are you doing here?" Professor Du Xinzhan's voice was unreadable, seemingly joking but also playfully mocking.

After Du Xinzhan walked to the desk, he did not sit down, but stood there with Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye felt a chill run down his spine. After calmly taking a couple of breaths, he replied, "Teacher Du, I've encountered a rather difficult problem that I can't solve on my own, which is why I thought of asking you for advice."

"After all, you said that if I have any questions, I can ask you for help anytime."

"I'm thick-skinned, so if I encounter a problem, I'll really come."

Du Xinzhan's mole at the corner of his mouth curled up slightly: "You've mastered both Yuan Weihong's good and bad sides."

"Just tell me straight, what's going on? Even Deng Yong couldn't solve it, so you had to come here to me."

Fang Ziye looked up and said, "My master, Yuan Weihong, said he's going to resign!"

As soon as Fang Ziye finished speaking, he noticed that Du Xinzhan's eyebrows twitched violently twice. He swallowed hard before sitting down at his desk, turning on his computer and gesturing, "You, you sit here."

Resignation requires approval through the OA system, starting with the department head's approval.

After Professor Du Xinzhan opened his OA system, he indeed saw the unfinished items, namely Yuan Weihong's resignation process, which had reached him.

"What are you trauma surgeons up to?" Du Xinzhan's voice became more serious.

"Professor Du, I didn't know either. I just found out about this. Even Professor Deng didn't know."

"I wanted to ask my teacher, but he avoided me. I even went to the personnel department, but Director Xu there just said he wouldn't approve it. Why is that, Teacher Du?" Fang Ziye looked completely bewildered and confused. He felt like he deserved an Oscar.

Du Xinzhan: "..."

Then his brows furrowed, and his forehead wrinkled like a door bolt: "Stop acting, just tell me what you're trying to say."

“My teacher has been incredibly kind to me. So I hope that you, Professor Du, can talk to the hospital and give me a chance to return the talent recruitment funds that were allocated to me…”

"It's still early. My graduation certificate and degree certificate are still being processed and haven't arrived in my hands yet."

"I haven't even finished my stage as a supervising resident yet, and I'm afraid I won't be able to graduate."

“If you don’t graduate and keep the money, what if you spend it all and then there’s no refund?” Fang Ziye said.

Du Xinzhan threw down the mouse in his right hand, his lips twitching: "You're here to threaten me, Fang Ziye? Do you even know who you are?"

"I'm Fang Ziye, a trauma surgeon, currently a junior resident. I'm fortunate to have been appreciated by Director Du and Professor Deng, which allowed me to get a job as a resident physician at Zhongnan Hospital." Fang Ziye had done his homework and had already prepared his self-introduction.

Upon hearing this, Du Xinzhan fell silent.

The anger on his face gradually subsided, and his eyelids slightly closed.

Fang Ziye continued, "Director Du, I really hope you can put in a good word for me."

"Is Zhongnan Hospital a place you can come and go as you please?"

"Is our orthopedics department a place for you to run wild?" Du Xinzhan asked, trying to remain calm, but his expression was already frozen.

Fang Ziye calmly replied, "Teacher Du, you flatter me."

"Zhongnan Hospital is definitely not a place I can come to whenever I want, but it's certainly a place I can leave whenever I want. This is my alma mater. What would my alma mater do to me?"

"You know this is your alma mater? Your alma mater gave you everything, and this is how you repay it? You're talking to me about your alma mater here?" Du Xinzhan tapped the table with three fingers of his right hand.

"Hey, Teacher Du, you can't say that."

"My alma mater did give me some things, but not everything!" Fang Ziye had to remind him.

"Huh? Is this your value system?" Du Xinzhan laughed in anger, but he was also about to explode.

"The funding for HK2's animal testing model, from its symbolism and writing to the final project completion, was not provided by the hospital, nor were the guidelines provided by our hospital's teachers."

“If Professor Du wants to investigate, you can find out where our research group’s funding went at any time. But I don’t recommend that you do so,” Fang Ziye said calmly.

Generally speaking, the penalty for breach of contract regarding talent introduction fees is either double or triple the amount.

However, if Fang Ziye were to sell this patent, getting three to five million yuan would be no problem at all. That would be more than enough to pay off his debts.

This funding comes from the research funds of Enshi Sanatorium. The results are shared with the sanatorium, but the patent rights belong to Fang Ziye because it does not greatly benefit the sanatorium.

The sanatorium project involved many foundational research topics, so Fang Ziye's research was just a side project.

This really has absolutely nothing to do with Zhongnan Hospital.

Fang Ziye's answer directly addressed the initial segment of Du Xinzhan's aortic arch.

It's worth noting that in the latter half of last year, the hospital dismissed two vice presidents and a former president because of Deng Yong's "picking the peaches" incident.

Du Xinzhan's lips curled into a smile, his temper subsiding: "Fang Ziye? Are you threatening me?"

"I'm not afraid of your threats."

“Teacher Du, I’m not threatening you. I’m just answering your question. If I were threatening you, I would have brought it up myself long ago.” Fang Ziye’s tone remained calm.

The Enshi Sanatorium project was brought to the hospital by Fang Ziye, and I can still take it with me.

It's up to you.

This is not a threat, it's just stating a fact.

You can figure out the eligibility criteria for participating in a provincial-level major research project yourself.

Just because Fang Ziye has never used this thing doesn't mean he doesn't know he can possess it, right?
"Ziye, don't be ridiculous. This thing won't go with you."

"Who do you think you are?"

"Even if you develop a destructive research topic, or even take it a step further, such a topic is not one you can handle."

"You can't threaten me."

“If you have any other trump cards up your sleeve, you can tell me then, but I advise you not to joke about something like this,” Du Xinzhan said.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye nodded and calmly said, "Teacher Du, I have no trump card, and I have no demands. I just want my money back. That's all."

"Otherwise, I'll have to sell a patent later, which is also my hard work."

"Go back, Ziye!" Du Xinzhan waved his hand to shoo the guest away.

Fang Ziye stood up and said, "Thank you, Professor Du. I'm sorry to bother you."

The incident was not caused by Du Xinzhan; Fang Ziye came here simply to pave a way out for himself.

Since the paving hadn't been completed, Fang Ziye had no choice but to leave. He couldn't very well ask Professor Du Xinzhan to do things for him.

However, after leaving the joint surgery department, Fang Ziye sent a text message back: "Brother Kai, it's good that you've recovered. Please politely decline the invitations from the other doctors for me. Just say that I'm currently in the chief residency stage, and my chief residency period has been extended."

"I can't leave my job for now!"

Fang Ziye sent the message to Huang Kai from Enshi. Before coming to Wuhan, Huang Kai had stayed at a sanatorium in Enshi for recuperation.

In early June of this year, Huang Kai returned to Wuhan for functional reconstruction surgery as scheduled, with Fang Ziye's 'consent'. He underwent the surgery in early June, recovered well, and returned home on June 18.

On the day Huang Kai was discharged from the hospital, Fang Ziye was busy with academic conferences and the trauma center clinic, so Huang Kai did not disturb Fang Ziye's work.

However, Huang Kai's surgery was successful, and he returned to Enshi. This was more than just a simple case of an ordinary patient going home.

The person in charge of the Enshi Sanatorium, the old Chinese medicine doctor Chen, sent a message to Fang Ziye, but Fang Ziye never replied.

Afterwards, Huang Kai, on behalf of Enshi Sanatorium, sent another message to Fang Ziye, but Fang Ziye still did not reply.

Fang Ziye has now replied.

Moreover, after Huang Kai asked him a question, Fang Ziye recounted in detail how his hospital stay was extended.

"Brother Kai, the chief resident is such a scapegoat. He's a scoundrel; everything is the chief resident's fault."

"Actually, I feel really wronged about this. A drug that is still in clinical trials has been used on patients in clinical settings before the clinical trials have even ended."

"Do you think I can stop this?" Fang Ziye retorted.

If he gets a response, he won't need to make any more calls. If he doesn't get a response, Fang Ziye might have to call the mysterious teacher again.

The hospital and department were in a perfectly good state, and everyone was slowly making progress on clinical research. How did so many messy things suddenly appear?

To find out the reason, from Fang Ziye's perspective, the only way is to act decisively and swiftly!
Bringing up old matters again is definitely not something Yuan Weihong did on a whim.

His senior master was making a strong comeback, and this shouldn't be a spur-of-the-moment decision or a rash thought.

However, from Fang Ziye's perspective, he really couldn't see so many things.

Of course, just because Fang Ziye can't see it doesn't mean he'll never be able to see it.

To reiterate, if this effort is effective, then we should act decisively; if it's ineffective, then both Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong should leave.

After paying off his debts by "selling his blood," he would start over.

Regardless of how righteous Uncle Liu Qiao was, and regardless of how turbulent other matters were, from Fang Ziye's perspective, standing in Yuan Weihong's position...

Liu Qiao shouldn't have come back to become Yuan Weihong's superior and such a disgusting person!

If your superiors don't consider this point and insist on forcing him back, then it will be impossible for everyone to coexist peacefully.

At this point, Fang Ziye could no longer care what Deng Yong thought.

……

After returning to the trauma center clinic from the joint surgery department, Fang Ziye continued to see patients with Nie Mingxian.

They began exchanging opinions on "emergencies," a common topic in trauma surgery, one after another.

Nie Mingxian proposed an idea: "Ziye, do you think it's possible that in the future, when patients suffer from trauma, there will be something similar to a plaster cast wrapped around their body?"

"If the patient's temporary hemostasis and other issues can be resolved immediately, it can reduce the amount of bleeding during transport and improve transport efficiency, right?"

"Brother Xian, this depends on you," Fang Ziye said with a smile.

"Damn it, I was just suggesting this idea. I..."

As Nie Mingxian was speaking, the phone rang: "The coffee has arrived. I'll go get it. Coffee is truly a lifesaver for staying up late."

The two had a pleasant conversation. Nie Mingxian had many similar cutting-edge medical products in his mind, but they were all too surreal.

Everyone dreams, and most people are free and happy when they are dreaming.

……

of course there are exceptions.

For example, Professor Duan Hong of Tongji Hospital, who was in charge of the clinical trial of epidermal growth factor, received a phone call that night asking whether the drug in their trial had leaked out.

Upon hearing this phone call, Duan Hong felt as if a waterfall of ice had cascaded down from the heavens, his calmness so profound it made his hair stand on end!
Commercial use of drugs in different locations during clinical trials.

Experimental drugs must not be distributed on the market!

This is a separate piece of legislation.

(End of this chapter)