top student at medical school

Chapter 442 Han City is very hot
Wang Yuanqi had already finished half of his hot dry noodles, but he was still stirring them with his chopsticks with his head down. Fang Ziye laughed and said, "Brother Qi, are you really planning to keep us in suspense until tomorrow?"

Nie Mingxian and Fang Ziye were both usually composed people, but after five minutes of keeping them in suspense, they couldn't take it anymore: "Brother Qi, the phone call I just gave you wasn't just about what you told us before, was it?"

Wang Yuanqi kept his head down, stirred the water clockwise three times, and then gently looked up at Fang Ziye: "Ziye, there are three things, two of which are related to us."

Fang Ziye frowned and looked at the corner of Wang Yuanqi's mouth.

“First, Gu Yi was taken away for questioning in Enshi.” Wang Yuanqi’s voice trembled slightly, and the skin on his cheeks twitched.

Fang Ziye's eyebrows shot up instantly, and he lost his appetite, throwing down the lunchbox in front of him: "Brother Qi, why did Brother Yi still go to the Enshi Sanatorium? Didn't I tell you before that it was best not to go? Didn't you tell the teacher?"

My mentor, Deng Yong, is now the liaison between Zhongnan Hospital and Enshi Sanatorium. Last year, someone tried to take advantage of this opportunity, and several people were turned over.

But the Naen City Sanatorium is not a good place. With the word "military region" added to its name, they want people who can actually do things, not a place for you to stuff people with jobs.
Master Deng Yong couldn't even figure this out?

"I did say it, but will it make any difference?" Wang Yuanqi looked completely innocent, then stared intently at Fang Ziye, hesitating to speak.

Then he changed the subject: "The second thing is that Master is going to be transferred to the hand surgery department."

"The third thing is similar to the second thing. The hand surgeons use too much medication. You know, there are many flap surgeries in hand surgery..."

Nie Mingxian blinked a few times upon hearing this: "Wait a minute, I didn't quite understand. Medication? Does that mean the medication is ineffective?"

"It must be effective, otherwise hand surgeons wouldn't use it continuously. It's just that the drug isn't on the market yet, right?"

Nie Mingxian fell silent.

The medicine is genuine and effective, but the procedure is incorrect.

The most intolerable thing is that the procedure is not followed, because there are too many "medicines" on the market. If all manufacturers do not follow the procedure, chaos will eventually ensue.

Many people have unknowingly paid the price for such mistakes, which is why regulations regarding the clinical trial period for drugs were established.

"Ziye, could you say a few words in support of Gu Yi?"

Wang Yuanqi then added, "What I mean is, if it's within your capabilities."

Fang Ziye chuckled upon hearing this: "Brother Qi, you need to understand that I'm just a student. Where would I get so many connections?"

"My sense of face now is that I only have face when others give me face; I don't have any personal face at all."

Face is a difficult thing to quantify. It is related to your family background, social connections, and personal abilities.

Fang Ziye had no reputation whatsoever. He was neither famous nor had any particularly deep social connections. When Fang Ziye left Enshi, he was just a nobody and hadn't built up a large network of connections.

The reason that mysterious teacher noticed Fang Ziye was because Fang Ziye had saved several people at a critical moment, and he also had certain abilities. Moreover, he was a local. Could it be that the teacher really saw potential in Fang Ziye's future?
Don't joke around. Fang Ziye knew very well that with that teacher's status and network of connections at the time, he could have easily found a lot of young people with similar abilities to him.

Therefore, Fang Ziye only dared to play on the edge and did not dare to really regard that teacher as his 'backing'.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuanqi took a deep breath and lost his appetite: "Ziye, I should go back to my ward first. I'm the chief resident now, and if I'm not on duty, I might be innocently implicated."

"But if I'm still on duty, then the teachers and several department heads will just ignore me."

"Thanks." Wang Yuanqi carried the box of hot dry noodles out and started eating as he walked away.

Such unseemly eating might be considered unusual in a specialist department, but it's commonplace in the emergency department.

Some emergency room doctors are still eating heartily before rushing into the resuscitation room. They walk towards the trash can with their lunchboxes while stuffing food into their mouths, chewing and swallowing, without caring what they are eating or how it tastes.

The sole purpose is to replenish energy, protein, and electrolytes to maintain the body's needs.

After Wang Yuanqi left, Nie Mingxian leaned back in his chair, his lips twitching: "What a mess this is?"

"How much time has passed? What exactly happened? Both Director Han and Professor Deng Yong have been 'sent over' to the hand surgery department?"

What can two professors of trauma surgery do in hand surgery? They can either stand around doing nothing or perform trauma surgery.

Nie Mingxian's winking expression went straight to Fang Ziye's pupils and was recognized by his cerebral cortex. He said, "Brother Xian, don't look at me. I didn't do this. How could I have such power?"

"Besides, most of the time we sit together and see patients properly, where would I have time to do anything scheming?"

“You’ve been taking a lot of leave lately.” Nie Mingxian wasn’t easily fooled, and he swayed his chin as he looked Fang Ziye up and down.

“I was taken in for questioning. Another thing is that if I don’t ask for leave, my master will have to resign.”

“Yes, I was referring to Yuan Weihong,” Fang Ziye explained earnestly.

"Is Teacher Yuan also resigning?"

Nie Mingxian pressed his temples with both thumbs, looking utterly helpless with his mind in turmoil.

Fang Ziye tilted his head and asked in a low voice, "The personnel changes at Peking Union Medical College Hospital must be more exciting than ours, right?"

As soon as Fang Ziye finished speaking, he heard a cracking sound from Nie Mingxian's neck, where the cervical vertebrae twisted, which resonated in Fang Ziye's ears.

Fang Ziye quickly turned slightly to the side: "Brother Xian, you have to be careful. After a cervical vertebrae dislocation, it is very easy to cause compression of the spinal canal, which in turn can cause symptoms such as numbness in the upper limbs and slow movement in the lower limbs..."

Nie Mingxian's expression gradually relaxed, realizing that Fang Ziye was only guessing and not implying anything about him. He said coldly, "Ziye, why is your desire for revenge so strong?"

“It’s easy to analyze, my brother Xian!” Fang Ziye gave a thumbs up with his right hand. “Looking at vascular surgery over the past decade, he is one of the top geniuses.”

"What did I do during my doctoral studies? I came to Wuhan and even transferred from Peking Union Medical College Hospital to our Central South Hospital. If I didn't suffer any injustices, I, Fang Ziye, would be the first to complain."

By putting himself in Nie Mingxian's shoes, Fang Ziye could now understand Nie Mingxian's aimless wandering.

The reason Fang Ziye took the initiative to step forward and strongly refute everything was because he saw something: he saw people who were homeless and adrift.

Isn't Nie Mingxian impressive enough? Even with my own cheat codes, I almost couldn't control him. He has a much wider network of connections than I do.

He studied under top domestic professors as mentors, apprenticing under academicians.

The results of it?
And that's how it turned out.

If I were to follow Nie Mingxian's path, I would certainly not be able to find a 'protector' like Professor Liu Huanglong. How difficult would that path be?
If we consider Zhongnan Hospital as our home, and other places as places we go out to develop our careers.

From Fang Ziye's perspective, things seemed pretty good outside. His senior brother Liu Qiao went to the First Affiliated Hospital of Zhejiang University and became a professor, and his senior brother Ma Dingyong also became an associate professor.

But you also need to consider historical factors.

Were the Department of Clinical Medicine at Zhejiang University more than a decade ago better than Zhongnan Hospital of Wuhan University? Who said that?

If Zhejiang Province hadn't been wealthy enough to invest heavily and attract enough talent, would the First Affiliated Hospital of Zhejiang University have developed so rapidly?

Liu Qiao only benefited from the "benefits of the times." If Fang Ziye were to go back to work in the past, he might not be as successful as staying at home.

Furthermore, Fang Ziye had analyzed it carefully.

The reason why my junior brother Lan Tianluo came to the Affiliated Zhongnan Hospital of Wuhan University is because Luo Tingzhu is here.

Luo Tingzhu came to Han City because Han City is adjacent to Hunan Province and Henan Province, one being where her mother lived and the other where her father lived.

Although her parents were 'broken', it doesn't mean that Fang Ziye, as her boyfriend, could treat her as an appendage and make her go with him whenever he wanted.

Within the team, Fang Ziye could still quickly advance the project even without Nie Mingxian, but without his "brother-in-law," the project's progress would be reduced by at least half.

No discipline specializing in mathematics dares to deny the status of mathematics as the "big brother" of fundamental sciences.

"Um...I..." Nie Mingxian didn't know how to refute it.

Fang Ziye has already explained things to this extent, so any further explanations or reasons he comes up with will be weak.

Moreover, Nie Mingxian remembered that he had poured out his grievances to Fang Ziye, and even just a few words were enough for Fang Ziye to take them back.

Nie Mingxian could only say, "Ziye, our situations are different."

Fang Ziye noticed every change in Nie Mingxian's expression and nodded, "I understand, Brother Xian. Let's not talk about this anymore."

Fang Ziye glanced at the door and, seeing that no patients had come in yet, changed the subject: "Brother Xian, do you think it's a good thing or a bad thing that Professor Han and my master, Professor Deng, were assigned to the hand surgery department?"

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian's eyes flickered slightly, and he replied cautiously, "Ziye, are you trying to trick me or are you trying to trick me? How am I supposed to answer such a question?"

"Don't ask me, how about I treat you to coffee?" Nie Mingxian directly opened the food delivery app on his phone.

Fang Ziye then took the initiative to say, "Brother Xian, I'm really not trying to trick you, but you're the only person I can talk to about this issue with right now."

"Personally, I think that Professor Han and my mentor can only leave one of them, not both of them can leave the Department of Trauma Surgery."

Nie Mingxian searched for the keyword "coffee," looked up, half his face was normal and the other half was contorted, his right eye narrowed into a slit.

"Our research on damage is about to make progress. If the hospital gets rid of both professors, where will we find our case studies? Who will organize our training courses?"

"My mentor is coming? Associate Professor Chen Fang is coming? Associate Professor Peng Long is making the arrangements? Would people from a prefecture-level city hospital think this is reliable?" Fang Ziye proactively analyzed.

Nie Mingxian lowered his head, ordered his coffee, and handed his phone to Fang Ziye: "Ziye, how come you've made such great progress these past few days?"

"Who taught you all these things?" Nie Mingxian felt that Fang Ziye had grown a lot in an instant, and couldn't help but ask.

"It might be Director Han, or it might be my teacher, Professor Deng Yong." Fang Ziye directly added one more item to Nie Mingxian's order.

After looking at the prices, he reduced them again, saying, "Two single starting points are not as good as ordering separately. I'll just use my phone to order, at least I can save a few dollars."

"What do you mean?" Nie Mingxian took the phone, tapped "add one" to pay, and continued to press for answers.

"First of all, my mentor Deng Yong should have been aware of what happened in April. It's impossible for a former director not to be contacted when new drugs are needed to enter the department."

“My mentor did not object to Director Han bringing things into the department. I’m not blaming him for not helping me; I just feel that Professor Deng Yong has too many students, so he can’t take care of everything.”

"Therefore, I need to be more independent. After all, my current situation is beyond the reach of my teacher, Yuan Weihong."

"We don't need to delve into the second teacher, Director Han," Fang Ziye replied cryptically.

Nie Mingxian nodded and put his phone away.

Then he asked, "So what are your thoughts? The department's arrangements have already been finalized. If you want to reverse things again, you'll have to go through Professor Du Xinzhan."

"A big boss like that, once he's let go, is usually impossible to take back."

"Well, I certainly can't convince Professor Du, but I already have my own ideas in mind, and if nothing unexpected happens, someone will come to me soon."

"This was just a series of reactions, I mean, if I'm not mistaken!"

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he yawned again and did not continue his conversation with Nie Mingxian.

Seeing that Fang Ziye only said half of what he wanted to say, Nie Mingxian felt a little like hitting him, but then he realized that it would be difficult to explain the rest of the story clearly, so he didn't press the matter further.

To keep arguing to the end is a little temper tantrum that happens when boyfriends and girlfriends are playing around. True friends will always keep some secrets between them.

Fang Ziye didn't press Nie Mingxian about the specifics of what happened, so if Nie Mingxian insisted on getting to the bottom of it, it would seem a bit inconsiderate of him.

……

As Fang Ziye had predicted, things turned out exactly as he had expected.

At 10:30 a.m., a group of uninvited guests arrived outside the emergency trauma center's consultation room.

But when they reached the door, they found Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian seeing patients inside, so they peeked in and left the clinic.

This is a simple case of upper limb trauma, with an open fracture and soft tissue injury, indicating an emergency need for surgery. After Fang Ziye called Wang Yuanqi, Wang Yuanqi responded that surgery was possible.

Fang Ziye directly discussed the surgical costs and informed consent issues with the patient's family.

The computers in the emergency room could only print medical orders, not written consent forms. After obtaining consent from the family and the patient, Nie Mingxian took them to the emergency room to sign the consent forms, which freed up the emergency room space.

Not long after Nie Mingxian left, and while Fang Ziye was still wiping his hands at the sink, four people walked in from outside.

One of them was Xu Yuandong, another was Xiong Hanzhong, the director of the medical affairs department, and the third was Liao Jiayuan, a vice president of the hospital.

Fang Ziye didn't recognize the other person at all.

Even if you don't have much direct contact with these key administrative personnel, you should still observe their personnel arrangements and photos to avoid not recognizing them when you encounter them later.

As the three entered through the door, Fang Ziye hurriedly greeted them politely, "Dean Liao, Director Xu, Director Xiong. I am Fang Ziye from the Orthopedics Department. Please have a seat." "I'll go get another chair from next door."

Fearing the other person wouldn't recognize him, Fang Ziye took the initiative to introduce himself. He then brought out his chair.

There were four people, but with only three chairs available for Fang Ziye, Nie Mingxian, and the patient, each person had to stand.

Xu Yuandong reached out to stop them, and smiled gently, saying, "Dr. Fang, there's no need to be so polite. We'll just chat with you for a bit and then leave."

"Let me introduce you. This is a leader from our provincial science and technology department. His surname is Ma. You can call him Director Ma."

"This time, we're mainly here to discuss personnel transfers with you. Enshi City in Hubei Province is currently facing a very, very important large-scale project."

"Most of those who went in were experts and professors from various fields, including many professors from our hospital who went to the research group this time."

"After learning that Dr. Fang's clinical and research abilities are outstanding, the project leader contacted the Provincial Department of Science and Technology and the Health Commission directly, hoping to borrow Dr. Fang to help out."

"After discussions in our hospital, including with the Medical Affairs Department and the Research Department, the conclusion is that Dr. Fang, your time in the project team will be considered as high-quality clinical work. Regardless of whether the project team is completed or not, you can be given priority for promotion and other channels as scheduled."

"Moreover, the hospital will provide certain subsidies, and Dr. Fang, your problems will definitely be given priority consideration by the hospital."

Xu Yuandong's face was beaming with a smile, all traces of yesterday's arrogance gone—

If you don't go, plenty of others will.

Indeed, many people are willing to go, but whether the other party accepts them is another matter entirely.

The participation of Zhongnan Hospital in this kind of project would greatly enhance its overall capabilities and reputation. The hospital couldn't possibly abandon this project team; if the other party were to use the most official channels for secondment, all levels of the hospital would have to find ways to cooperate.

Fang Ziye glanced at Director Xu and said, "Director Xu, my stance yesterday was very clear."

"I'm not going! Even if it's a call-up, it has to be based on mutual consent."

"Unless it's a particularly urgent mission, like disaster relief, I'm willing to accept the mission. But if it's just a project team mission, I'm willing to stay home."

As soon as Fang Ziye finished speaking, he saw Director Xiong Hanzhong's prominent cheekbones twitch, and Vice President Liao Jiayuan next door pulled his pointed chin, making his already long face appear even longer.

“Dr. Fang, this is a temporary transfer. Even if it’s a transfer at the same level, we must fully consider the actual situation of the other unit,” Liao Jiayuan said.

The hoarse voice wasn't the kind that sounds like smoke; rather, it was the kind that, once you listened, made you feel that this person spoke haltingly but had experienced many hardships: "Dr. Fang, if you have any difficulties or thoughts, you can talk to me frankly."

"Dean Liao, there are no difficulties, but I have quite a few ideas."

Fang Ziye pursed his lips: "Our research group is currently working on new surgical techniques related to traumatic injuries. This is one of the most cutting-edge clinical research topics in our trauma surgery. It can significantly reduce the amputation rate. This is a new surgical technique with great clinical and scientific significance."

Upon hearing this, the man called Director Ma smiled. With his very standard build, he reached out to stop him, saying, "Dr. Fang, the clinical research can be done later. This project team's task is still urgent."

"There should be priorities. Your department's clinical tasks can be postponed. Right now, the most important thing is the Enshi Sanatorium project."

Fang Ziye looked at Director Ma, his face full of astonishment, and raised his voice: "What did you just say?"

"Things need to be prioritized, so our topic of destruction and damage isn't urgent, right?"

Liao Jiayuan turned to the side to explain the relationship between Fang Ziye and trauma surgery to Ma Shucai.

Upon hearing this, Xiong Hanzhong immediately reassured Fang Ziye: "Dr. Fang, you may not have understood what Director Ma meant. Director Ma is saying that when research projects are conducted in parallel, multiple options can be chosen."

"Our hospital can continue to carry out research on damage and injury, but the Enshi Sanatorium project should also be given priority. This is a project that our province attaches great importance to."

"right?"

Ma Shucai has a great physique. Although he wasn't wearing an executive jacket, just a shirt, he still looked quite elegant: "Yes, yes, Director Xiong, Dr. Fang."

"I am not very familiar with clinical practice, nor am I very familiar with medicine, so what I just said was inappropriate."

"Of course, the best outcome in anything is to have the best of both worlds, right?"

"Once this Enshi sanatorium project is completed, it will greatly boost Enshi's economy in all aspects and also enhance its cultural and cultural landscape..."

Seeing that the equestrian group hadn't understood him at all, Fang Ziye explained directly: "Dean Liao, there are a few reasons why I don't want to go."

“I am very clear about what kind of task I will undertake at the Enshi Sanatorium. It is nothing more than performing surgery on a small number of people.”

"The content and nature of the surgery are the same as the surgeries I perform at our hospital. However, the difference is that I can advance my research at the hospital, while there I can only follow the old ways and cannot innovate. Moreover, the team members are not familiar with the procedures and it takes a long time to get them working together."

"Secondly, Dean Liao, can you understand how much many patients in our department desperately want to save their affected limbs?"

"Perhaps, behind every adult man lies the responsibility of one or even two families, with elderly parents to care for and young children to raise."

"To put it bluntly, even if the people who can get into the Enshi Sanatorium are disabled, they will not lack food and clothing, and their family's livelihood will definitely not be a problem."

"Third, our hospital has special wards. If they are willing to come and trust us, they can have surgery at our hospital. After the surgery, they can be transferred back to the special ward, which is a win-win situation."

"Fourth, I'm a rather impulsive person and have never been particularly disciplined. I'm afraid that if I go inside and feel uncomfortable, I'll cause a scene."

"Furthermore, I don't like to interfere too much when I'm performing surgery. I'm afraid that if our philosophies clash, the surgery won't be able to proceed. There will be concerns here and concerns there, and the last surgery might drag on for several hours..."

Fang Ziye's words left the four people opposite him looking at each other in bewilderment.

Of course, there's one more thing Fang Ziye didn't mention: at Zhongnan Hospital, he can treat more patients and acquire knowledge points at a faster rate.

Director Ma grinned and said, "Young comrade, your understanding is incorrect."

"Since you know the nature of the Enshi Sanatorium, you should also know that those who can go there are mostly special people who have made relatively special contributions. We should..."

Fang Ziye interrupted directly: "Special treatment is appropriate, but if it comes at the expense of the rights of others, then it is not within the scope of special treatment."

“My clinical research project has just started, and it’s not right to expect me to just go there and perform surgeries without thinking about making progress.”

"How can you be so arrogant? Are you afraid that if you leave, such a big hospital like Zhongnan Hospital won't be able to perform the surgery?"

"You think too highly of yourself. Let me tell you... get out of here." Just as Ma Shu was about to throw out his usual platitudes and official jargon, the kind of talk he'd said many times before, "If you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will," he was interrupted.

Liao Jiayuan interrupted, his hoarse voice calming: "Director Ma, what you said might be appropriate elsewhere, but it's not right to say it in front of Dr. Fang."

"Currently, in the entire Hubei Province, and even nationwide, the only surgeon capable of performing this type of surgery in such a complete and high-quality manner is Dr. Fang from our hospital."

"Otherwise, what kind of professors do you think that project team couldn't find?"

"If Dr. Fang leaves, the corresponding research on trauma surgery will inevitably have to be halted or will be in a state of near-halt."

"I have discussed this point in detail with many professors in the Department of Orthopedics and even many professors in the Department of General Surgery at our hospital."

"Otherwise, our hospital would be willing to send a team of professors over there."

Equestrian talent: "..."

Liao Jiayuan's words have put him in a difficult position.

However, upon closer examination, this seems to be true.

After years of development, China is now rich in talent, and many people are easily replaceable. It is no longer like many years ago when talent in every field was relatively scarce.

However, even in this day and age, top talents in every profession are still scarce, not only in China but all over the world.

"Dr. Fang, what would it take for you to be willing to go?" Ma Shucai asked.

Fang Ziye then asked, "Does it really have to be me who goes?"

"Dean Liao, I'm not pretending to be aloof, nor am I throwing a tantrum."

"From your perspective, does a doctor's career development require handling more patients, or does it require carefully serving some special patients?"

"I'm still young, and I have to think about my future too."

“If I go to the Enshi Sanatorium, I will stagnate for years. My professional skills, my thinking, and my research will all be focused on how to maintain stability and how to make things look safer!”

"Considering the patients we treat in our department, I believe that ordinary patients also need to have the right to receive high-quality surgery. It's fate that we meet them. The improvement of my surgical skills is something I have gradually learned from the patients in our hospital."

"From the perspective of our hospital, my teachers, Professor Deng Yong and Associate Professor Yuan Weihong, have been educating me since I enrolled in my master's program."

"Learn to eat farts from others, and you'll never go hungry if you grow your own food."

"The 'hunger' in 'hunger'," Fang Ziye explained, offering his own explanation of the difficult-to-understand word in the sentence.

Fang Ziye cannot go, no matter what.

Going there would mean losing freedom, hindering progress, and creating too many constraints.

Moreover, this is Zhongnan Hospital, which has wards for high-ranking officials. If you really trust me, why don't you come?

If it's inconvenient for someone to come, it's definitely because they have many underlying medical conditions and are at high risk. For such patients, even if Fang Ziye goes to the Enshi Sanatorium, the only answer is not to have surgery.

Does Fang Ziye dare to act recklessly at the Enshi Sanatorium?
Director Ma looked at Fang Ziye with a puzzled expression. After taking several deep breaths, he finally said, "You..."

In the end, he really didn't know what to talk to Fang Ziye about anymore, because if there were surveillance cameras or recordings here, then what Director Ma was about to say would be exposed, and he would be finished.

Hospitals are special departments, and due to the tense medical relationship, the emergency department of a hospital is now installing more and more surveillance and recording equipment.

That's why there are fewer and fewer 'weird' patients these days, and incidents like bringing in a stillborn fetus to extort money are becoming increasingly rare.

Looking at Liao Jiayuan, he said, "Dean Liao, the awareness of your hospital staff needs to be further cultivated!"

After saying that, he walked away.

Liao Jiayuan glanced at Fang Ziye, then followed him out: "Director Ma, Dr. Fang is still young, he just graduated and started working not long ago..."

After the two left, Xiong Hanzhong, the director of the medical department, tapped Fang Ziye's face and said, "Dr. Fang, are you confused? Do you know what a fortune going to Enshi would be for you?"

"Do you think you can develop your career properly just because you're determined not to go?"

"Even if you bury yourself in your research for ten years, you might not be able to catch up with the research group at Enshi Sanatorium in one year."

"This applies to both yourself and our hospital's orthopedics department."

"You, you just tried to shut Director Ma up with such righteous words, you..."

"Who taught you to be so morally judgmental?"

Fang Ziye was taken aback by these words and asked in return, "Director Xiong, do you think I'm just trying to attack your conscience, or that I'm trying to create a persona for myself?"

"If that's how you interpret it, then I really can't help you."

“My answer has always been the same: I’m not going. I’ll stay here and do my job as chief resident, my research, and my surgeries.”

"As for my future prospects, my personal understanding is that only professionals can understand professional matters and appreciate the beauty of professionalism."

"Does it really matter how quickly you get promoted or how good your resume looks?"

"Director Xiong, although I am young, I have truly seen several patients with genuine, radiant smiles." Fang Ziye's first thought was of his patient Yan Chu.

……

When Xiong Hanzhong and Xu Yuandong walked out of the emergency department, the sun was blazing outside, and beads of sweat quickly formed between their troubled expressions.

Xiong Hanzhong turned to Xu Yuandong and asked, "Director Xu, people like Dr. Fang are really rare, but let me step outside the hospital and look at this from a personal perspective."

"Ten years from now, Fang Ziye will either become a prodigy like Fang Zhongyong, or he may become Professor Fang or even Academician Fang."

Han City is a "fire city," and it gets very hot in the summer. It was so hot that Director Xu Yuandong was once again covered in sweat, wiping it off constantly.

Modern society is great; it's impossible for someone to "kill" you just because you don't join a special project team. But they'll definitely think you're a stubborn person.

Xiong Hanzhong's high regard and high expectations for Fang Ziye made Xu Yuandong feel even more restless and uneasy, since Fang Ziye at most would be nominated as the chief physician.

How many rulers governed China...

(End of this chapter)