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Chapter 453 Even Redemption (Please Subscribe)

October 7, Wednesday.

When Fang Ziye finished washing up, Luo Tingzhu, who had gotten up forty minutes earlier than him, had already finished getting ready.

Despite the hot weather, she wore white denim shorts with a light green polo shirt, her hair tied up in advance, making her look full of energy.

At 6:20, Fang Ziye led Luo Tingzhu out the door, and the two planned to take a taxi to get a bowl of Chongqing noodles for breakfast.

"Senior brother, let's withdraw some money later. We still need to buy a red envelope for the funeral."

“I just saw Professor Dong’s obituary on WeChat Moments,” Luo Tingzhu said.

Fang Ziye had already hailed a taxi, which would arrive in about four minutes. He said, "Funeral red envelopes might not be available now; you might need to go to a specific market. Teacher Deng should have some extras."

"It is right for the hospital to issue an obituary for Professor Dong. In any case, saving lives is a positive force that deserves to be promoted."

"I also saw Professor Dong's obituary in the work group."

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he noticed that Luo Tingzhu put her phone into the pocket of her shorts, smiled and pursed her lips, smiling without saying a word, and turned her head to look at Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye immediately understood. Luo Tingzhu hadn't joined the hospital's work group yet, so she couldn't see the obituaries in the group, only those in her WeChat Moments.

"It was bound to happen sooner or later," Fang Ziye comforted him.

"No rush. After I graduate with my doctorate, I'll go to my professor Deng Yong's place for a postdoctoral research experience." Luo Tingzhu shook her head, showing a clear sense of purpose in her life plan.

"This is fine too."

"How does the spicy wonton taste?" Fang Ziye continued to inquire with Luo Tingzhu.

Luo Tingzhu frequented this Chongqing-style noodle shop. She must have tried most of the snacks there, otherwise she wouldn't have suggested that Fang Ziye go there for breakfast.

Luo Tingzhu grinned and said, "It's delicious, but I don't recommend eating it for breakfast. With your ability to handle spicy food, you might need to go to the toilet during the surgery."

The snacks in Chongqing are not very spicy, but they are very numbing. If you don't eat this kind of food often, it's very easy to mistake it for something else.

"Then I'll just stick to the mildly spicy noodles," Fang Ziye said, and stopped thinking about it.

……

At 7:00, Fang Ziye led Luo Tingzhu toward the hospital again.

Fang Ziye only needs to arrive at the department around 8 o'clock, but Luo Tingzhu must report to the operating room at 7:30.

Luo Tingzhu herself knew that with Professor Zeng Quanming's doting on her, it would be fine even if she arrived before eight o'clock. However, Luo Tingzhu never took advantage of his favor in the workplace.

On the contrary, she has a better sense of time than anyone else.

But then Fang Ziye suddenly remembered something and asked curiously, "Tingzhu, how is your senior sister doing? Hasn't she returned to the department yet?"

Fang Ziye still remembers that Luo Tingzhu, this little girl, usually seems well-behaved and obedient, but she also holds grudges very much.

Professor Zeng Quanming previously had a doctor named Huang Xiruo, who insisted on adding him as a friend in front of Luo Tingzhu. Even after Luo Tingzhu intervened, Huang Xiruo persisted.

It was her appearance that allowed Luo Tingzhu to find a path to develop in the anesthesiology department.

"I went back. I went back on June 16th." Luo Tingzhu sat in the back seat, glancing at Fang Ziye with a quick glance.

“What I mean is, you don’t need to strain your relationship with your senior sister. You’ll probably be colleagues in the future, or at least she’ll be a senior sister from the same sect,” Fang Ziye explained.

“I didn’t do anything to her. It’s just that she can’t accept that I’m progressing faster than her and that I’m better at winning the teacher’s favor.”

Luo Tingzhu straightened her head, a hint of arrogance in her voice: "I never say a bad word about anyone."

Luo Tingzhu did so well in that year's eight-year program that she only needed to tell the teacher and get the advisor's consent to change her major.

Fang Ziye felt that he might be overthinking things. Luo Tingzhu might not be good at normal social interactions, but she was excellent at handling interpersonal relationships.

While abroad, Luo Tingzhu took advantage of a senior female student from another university in China who offered her many conveniences. Someone who isn't likable wouldn't do that.

"That's for sure. Tingzhu was able to win Professor Zeng's favor entirely because of her own excellence," Fang Ziye praised.

He also discovered that Luo Tingzhu didn't actually dislike being praised; she just liked it but didn't show it on her face.

She received too many compliments, but she didn't really take the compliments from ordinary people to heart.

But actually, Luo Tingzhu still likes to be praised.

Luo Tingzhu nervously adjusted the hem of her polo shirt with her small hands and said honestly, "That's not entirely true. I can tell that part of the reason my teacher likes me is because of you, senior brother."

"The teacher has hinted many times that he hopes I can also get you into the anesthesiology department."

"But I didn't agree."

"Surgery can do without Luo Tingzhu, but surgery should have a surgeon like Fang Ziye."

Fang Ziye, hearing Luo Tingzhu's flattery, quickly waved his hand: "I dare not accept such praise. This is how Old Qian's wife described Old Qian. I will never reach his level!"

"I think it's possible, but I won't tell anyone," Luo Tingzhu said in a low voice, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Fang Ziye felt particularly good.

……

Fang Ziye dropped Luo Tingzhu off at the foot of the surgical building, and then hurried toward the orthopedic building.

Wednesday was Associate Professor Chen Fang's surgery day.

However, as soon as Fang Ziye arrived at the department, Liu Haojiang took the initiative to approach him: "Brother Ye, our group did not have any surgeries related to tissue damage yesterday."

"So my master said, Brother Ye, you can go into the operating room today, or you can stay in."

"Master can handle all four surgeries scheduled for today. He has already contacted Professor Han Yuanxiao about one of the uncertain ones."

After listening, Fang Ziye carefully looked at the surgical schedule in Liu Haojiang's notebook. After seeing that the surgeries were all about fractures or bone defects, he nodded slightly.

"Okay, Haojiang, please explain to Teacher Chen that I have some other things to do today, so I'd like to ask for leave for now."

"No problem, Brother Ye."

"Brother Ye, have you had breakfast?" Liu Haojiang asked in a slightly ingratiating tone after taking the notebook from the box.

It's normal for fellow apprentices to treat each other to breakfast. Fang Ziye had asked Jin Hongzhou before if he had eaten breakfast.

"I went out early this morning and had a bowl of Chongqing noodles. You guys can arrange your own breakfast. We can eat together next time," Fang Ziye politely declined.

Then he turned his head and clapped his hands lightly: "Everyone, please pay attention. This morning at 9:30, I will be conducting a general review of the medical records and doctor's orders in the department."

"Everyone, get ready and fill in any gaps in your knowledge."

"The attending physicians of Professor Yuan's group and Professor Peng's group should not leave immediately after finishing their work."

"Professor Chen's group's medical records and prescriptions are not included in today's general survey."

Upon hearing Fang Ziye's words, resident physician Li Xianlong immediately turned around and froze: "Mr. Fang, is it starting at 9:30? Can we start in the afternoon?"

In June, there were three more doctors in the continuing medical training program: Zhao Xinle, Wang Liang, and Li Xianlong.

But Zhao Xinle went to the hand surgery department with Professor Deng, and Wang Liang also left with Han Yuanxiao.

Currently, only Li Xianlong remains in the department, working alongside Associate Professor Peng Long.

Lee Hsien Loong looked slightly tense at this moment, clearly indicating that there were many vacancies.

"Jinhuan, what happened?" Fang Ziye immediately asked Xiong Jinhuan.

In Associate Professor Peng Long's group, the junior doctors are still the same couple, and the doctoral candidates are Lu Zhefu and Xiong Jinhuan. Xiong Jinhuan is responsible for medical records and medical orders, while Lu Zhefu is responsible for scheduling surgeries.

There is also a prospective doctoral student who hasn't started school yet. He joined the department in July to work as an assistant and is currently in charge of reviewing discharge medical records. His name is Cai Mingming.

Xiong Jinhuan immediately said, "Brother Ye, Brother Long has been saying that he can write it, but I just took a look and it seems that he has only created a template."

"Patients undergoing surgery will have their pre-operative summary."

"I thought Brother Long would write it."

Xiong Jinhuan was also helpless; he was just a junior resident with no real power and could only offer advice.

Lee Hsien Loong is an adult. He promised to write but failed to fulfill his responsibility. Xiong Jinhuan cannot force him to write.

Fang Ziye sat down at the computer and carefully reviewed the two beds under Lee Hsien Loong's supervision. In addition to the admission interview and signature record that the on-duty doctor had to make, the newly admitted patients also had other information.

The rest were almost all empty, just a blank template.

Another post-operative patient's medical record was also a template.

Fang Ziye's face darkened slightly, and he looked at Lee Hsien Loong with a hint of embarrassment.

Lee Hsien Loong, who is the same age as his teacher, said with a smile, "Mr. Fang, Dr. Xiong, I will definitely write it today. I will write it after I finish the ward rounds this morning, and it will be very quick."

Fang Ziye took a deep breath: "Brother Long, if you don't want to manage the bed, just say so, and I can assign your bed to someone else."

"Are you deliberately trying to frame me by keeping my medical records without writing anything down?"

"If we get caught, you'll be fine, but I'll be in trouble."

"I hope this will only happen once, and, Brother Long, you need to write the medical record more comprehensively. Even though you're the older brother, you're considered a senior."

“But this is Zhongnan Hospital. Our hospital has its own rules, and our department has its own rules. If this happens again, don’t blame me for reporting it directly to Professor Liu Huanglong.”

The initial procedure must be completed within 8 hours, and hospital admission records must be obtained within 24 hours.

You took on the duties of the attending physician but didn't do anything. Aren't you just making trouble for Fang Ziye? If this is discovered, it will be classified as a Class C medical record.

Isn't this just provoking Fang Ziye and the Department of Trauma Surgery?
"Mr. Fang, I will definitely pay attention in the future." Lee Hsien Loong clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Well, Brother Long, let's be understanding of each other. If you have any other needs, you can let us know."

"Professor Liu has already said that you visiting doctors and doctoral trainees receive the same treatment, so we also have to do our job, right?" Fang Ziye's words were quite serious.

Lee Hsien Loong then stopped replying and went about his own business.

At the same time, Yan Zhiming said to Fang Ziye, "Ziye, although you are Jiehan's senior brother, I still have to criticize him by name."

"Tell me, what did he do?" Fang Ziye asked, his face filled with murderous intent.

If his junior apprentice Jie Han does something wrong, then it's a good opportunity to make an example of him.

Fang Ziye might still have some reservations about outsiders, but he would show absolutely no mercy when dealing with Jie Han.

"Jiehan is also learning from you, Ziye, how you wrote prescriptions and medical records in the department by referring to the literature. But occasionally, he will make mistakes in the prescriptions." "The on-duty nurses in the hospital have reminded him several times. Next time, we still need to make Jiehan pay more attention and carefully write the prescriptions accurately in terms of usage and dosage."

"What I mean is, it's best to prescribe the medication according to the instructions on the package insert. Don't just prescribe based on the literature."

"There are still some differences between the drug instructions in China and those abroad," Yan Zhiming said.

Fang Ziye nodded upon hearing this: "Okay, I understand. I'll tell him later."

“If he shows up again, I’ll make him treat everyone in our department to breakfast. Senior, you need to crack down hard and do our part for the benefit of our colleagues.”

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhiming immediately nodded: "That's great..."

Just then, Jie Han walked in from the doorway. He and Lan Tianlu were chatting happily about something.

"Jie Han, come here for a moment," Fang Ziye called out towards the door.

Upon hearing this, Jie Han and Lan Tianluo immediately stopped chatting and then parted ways.

When Jie Han arrived, Fang Ziye recounted what Yan Zhiming had said to him: "Is this true?"

"Domestic instruction manual? Oh, okay, okay, I'm so sorry, Senior Brother Yan, I haven't paid attention to this before," Jie Han said immediately.

Generally speaking, the dosages recommended in the literature are well-considered. However, the limitations of actual instruction manuals should also be taken into account.

If you prescribe a dosage to a patient without following the instructions, you will be responsible for any resulting problems.

However, if the problem occurs when you follow the instructions, you can avoid a lot of trouble and won't have any issues with the procedure.

After saying that, Jie Han calmly added, "Senior brother, Tian Luo and I will send you a copy of the first draft of the article later. Please help us revise it."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye was startled and exclaimed, "What?"

"Didn't you just say that two days ago?" Fang Ziye's mind went blank for a moment.

“Senior brother, I haven’t posted any articles lately, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing any.” Jie Han then walked closer and whispered in Fang Ziye’s ear.

"Senior brother, I've already saved over a dozen articles. All I need to do is fill in the data, make minor edits, and it'll be ready to publish." Jie Han dropped a bombshell on Fang Ziye.

More than a dozen articles.

Not one article, nor several.

Fang Ziye was taken aback, but it made sense.

Jie Han's writing skills are unmatched by either his master or Lan Tianluo.

I sent him a few short essays, and he submitted them in less than a month. He also wrote a meta-analysis.

Fang Ziye then said to Yan Zhiming next door, "Senior brother, I don't think Jie Han's problem is that serious. What do you think?"

Yan Zhiming also contributed to the article written by Jie Han.

In high-end clinical practice, research projects and publications are like powerful figures, much like powerful figures in the performing arts.

Yan Zhiming rubbed his hands together: "From now on, I will personally oversee the medical orders and records for the beds under Jie Han's supervision."

Then she began to massage Jiehan.

Even a pig can fly if it's standing in the right place at the right time, let alone someone like Yan Zhiming. Even if he doesn't stay at Zhongnan Hospital to avoid suspicion, going to the Provincial People's Hospital would be a good option.

A short while later, Nie Mingxian also arrived at the department.

Then, the first thing he did was to find Fang Ziye and call him out alone. After they arrived at the general inpatient office, Nie Mingxian took out a bottle of iced coffee from the refrigerator.

After downing his drink in one gulp, he asked, "Ziye, won't you have a sip? I have some very, very good news to tell you."

Fang Ziye also took a bottle, opened the cap and said, "Brother Xian, what do you want to say?"

“Through my connections, I invited a highly skilled expert in animal testing. He told me that he might be able to come and help our research group develop a model of destructive damage to rabbits.”

"And he was very interested in this matter as well."

"He has two small requests. Actually, it's just one," Nie Mingxian said excitedly.

Nie Mingxian must have his own network of connections, and Fang Ziye knew that Nie Mingxian's network might not be any worse than his own.

After all, Nie Mingxian has been outstanding for so long, so his management of his network of contacts must be quite good.

"Brother Xian, please continue. Does this older brother or sister have any special requirements?" Fang Ziye finished speaking and took a small sip of his drink.

"First, if we don't give him funding this time, he hopes to be listed as a contributor to such a research project."

"If we're willing to provide funding, it'll be 1,500 to 2,000 yuan per day, including room and board, for about a month. If it doesn't work out in the end, we'll just cover the room and board."

After Nie Mingxian finished speaking, he took another small sip of coffee: "Ziye, this is not an exorbitant request. If he goes to a pharmaceutical company to conduct clinical research, the pharmaceutical company will give him a subsidy of at least six figures per month."

"This is truly a master. A pure research talent."

Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise, and Fang Ziye has not actually had much contact with high-end scientific research talents.

Fang Ziye's first reaction was that the other party was asking for too much, but after carefully examining Nie Mingxian's words, he felt that the other party's suggestion was reasonable and that it was giving Nie Mingxian a lot of face.

"Okay, Brother Xian, you can contact them."

"If we can develop this animal experimental model sooner, we can start teaching classes earlier. Even if we start the teaching classes ten days earlier, it may save the limbs of three to five patients."

“This money was well spent,” Fang Ziye said.

Animal testing models can be mass-produced, allowing for relatively unlimited trial and error. If successful, and the methodology disseminated widely, Fang Ziye believes that many top teaching hospitals will make progress in the treatment of destructive injuries within one or two years.

Never underestimate the potential of many people; there are quite a few outstanding individuals in China.

“Then I told them, and I can’t go back on my word,” Nie Mingxian asked earnestly.

"Otherwise I'll go bankrupt."

If Fang Ziye is unwilling to pay, Nie Mingxian will have to pay out of his own pocket, as Nie Mingxian's current income is still very tight.

"Don't worry, Brother Xian, would I lie to you?" Fang Ziye said.

Nie Mingxian then exchanged a smile with Fang Ziye, holding a drink in his left hand and gently waving his right hand in the air, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he were still a carefree young man of about twenty years old.

"..."

In the afternoon, Fang Ziye accompanied Deng Yong to Professor Dong's funeral.

He also saw many familiar faces at the funeral.

The hospital's president, former president, and several vice presidents were all present.

Some of the directors and professors that Fang Ziye knew, including Zeng Quanming, also came over.

Professor Dong Yaohui was once quite influential within the hospital.

No gift ledger was kept for Professor Dong's funeral, and no red envelopes were accepted.

This time, Fang Ziye also saw Professor Dong's child.

Deng Yong also introduced Fang Ziye to some people. Fang Ziye could barely remember the surnames of the first few professors, but later on, he was almost petrified.

Meeting so many people at once, Fang Ziye eventually forgot even the professors he had previously remembered.

When Fang Ziye went to the restroom, a professor greeted him. He felt that the professor looked familiar and that he must have seen him before, but he couldn't remember his name. He could only awkwardly say "Hello, teacher."

The other party didn't blame him and gestured for Fang Ziye to go in and relieve himself...

Afterwards, Fang Ziye even saw leaders from the School of Basic Medical Sciences, as well as school leaders and representatives attending the funeral.

Professor Dong's incident this time is quite positive.

However, one thing Fang Ziye found very regrettable was that he did not get to see Professor Dong's remains.

According to his wishes, he did not want to be buried.

He wants to donate his body to the hospital's basic medical school for anatomical research or teaching.

Because of the heat, only his personal clothes were worn at the funeral...

His ashes will only be cremated again after the autopsy and research are completed, and then given to his family.

……

After the collective salute.

Fang Ziye followed behind Professor Deng Yong, and as a student and grand-disciple, he saluted separately.

During this process, Fang Ziye silently prayed, "Master, may you rest in peace. Zhongnan Hospital is doing very well now. It should be able to develop even better in the future."

"I hope that if you have any grudges with my other advisor while you are down here, you can turn hostility into friendship; if not, may your friendship last forever."

"This student will certainly keep in mind your teachings, Master..."

After the ceremony, when Professor Deng Yong and his team wanted to give Professor Dong's son a funeral red envelope, the son politely declined.

“Brother Yong, you, me, and the other brothers are all of the same generation. There is no need for brothers of the same generation to give gifts. Giving gifts would only make us seem like strangers.”

“My father is very fortunate to have students like you, and I am very fortunate to have brothers like you.”

"Before my father passed away, he hoped that each of you would have a bright future, keep patients in mind, and do a good job in developing the hospital's trauma surgery department to provide services to more patients in need."

"Even redemption!" The middle-aged man emphasized those four words heavily...

On the way back, Fang Ziye kept pondering the words "redemption".

Redemption is difficult, so the word "even" must be added.

On the way back, Professor Deng Yong squinted and dozed off in the passenger seat, while Yan Zhiming drove.

The car was driving very slowly.

I don't know how much time passed, but we were on our way to cross the river.

Deng Yong's faint murmured voice rang out: "I met my mentor when I was an undergraduate. Back then, it was still Hubei Medical University."

"It has been exactly twenty-eight years since then..."

Deng Yong is forty-seven years old this year. Twenty-eight years ago, he was nineteen years old. At that time, he was also a spirited young man.

(End of this chapter)