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Chapter 456 One Minute on Stage (Please Subscribe)

Inside the private room was just a small gathering, with only Liu Huanglong and Yuan Weihong's group participating.

Liu Huanglong sat in the main seat, with Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong on his left and right respectively. Then came Nie Mingxian, Yan Zhiming, and Li Yuanpei, followed by Jie Han, Lan Tianluo, and Liu Haihua.

Before enrolling in school, Gong Luoyuan followed Professor Deng Yong to study in the hand surgery department.

Coconut juice was still neatly arranged in front of Fang Ziye. Even though Fang Ziye no longer had to be the first to see emergency surgery patients, he still had to be ready to go on stage at any time.

Drinking on stage is a major taboo, and Fang Ziye would never violate this rule under any circumstances.

Although Fang Ziye is now the chief resident, his status within the group is practically "on par" with Yuan Weihong's. At least in the eyes of others, Yuan Weihong's orders are equivalent to Fang Ziye's orders.

"I won't say anything else today, just one point."

"Eat as much as you want, drink as much as you want until you're drunk, and chat as much as you want."

"Of course, I still want to remind everyone not to bring professional knowledge to the dinner table, at least not today, okay?" Liu Huanglong said after having a drink with everyone.

Yuan Weihong immediately laughed and said, "That's a pity. I was hoping to hear some of your teachings, Professor Liu."

"Brother Wei, are you trying to make me make a mistake? We're about the same age, only a year apart, so we should be brothers. You call me Professor Liu, so shouldn't I call you Researcher Yuan Weihong?" Liu Huanglong launched his counterattack.

It has nothing to do with academics or any particular profession; it's just utter nonsense.

When you're happy, don't talk about unhappy things.

Yuan Weihong also holds the title of senior professional.

"Brother Long." After his defeat, Yuan Weihong dropped the title of Professor Liu.

Within the department, it's perfectly acceptable to address someone as Director Liu or Professor Liu. But in private, calling someone a year older or younger "Brother Long" or "Brother Wei" is also perfectly natural.

Doctors are human too, and they need normal social interactions. Using relatively casual forms of address can actually make relationships more harmonious.

"Ziye, would you like to say a few words? To encourage your fellow apprentices?" Liu Huanglong gave Fang Ziye a chance to speak.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Professor Liu, I won't say anything more. I have nothing to share privately."

"Everyone has worked very hard, so let's stop selling anxiety at this point in time."

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he stood up and said, "Master, I'll offer you a drink instead of wine."

As Yuan Weihong raised his glass, he said, "Why are you toasting me? You should be toasting Professor Liu!"

Liu Huanglong waved his hand and said, "Brother Wei, you're wrong about that. When toasting, you should first toast your master. That's the most direct relationship. You can't let Ziye teach you crooked ways, can you?"

Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye drank their drinks in one gulp. Fang Ziye then said with a smile, "Master, don't blame me for taking advantage of you. Once I'm discharged from the hospital, I'll definitely keep you company."

"Hmm, that's a nice thing to say." Yuan Weihong put on airs.

Now that Fang Ziye has grown up, Yuan Weihong is very pleased.

Today's teams no longer need to celebrate secretly like they used to. Now, a small group celebration can easily attract a large crowd.

Yuan Weihong continued, "Our team, under the leadership of Professor Liu and Professor Deng, has achieved some results recently."

"These achievements are not limited to the articles published by our team. More importantly, our department has seen patients who come in with limpses and are partially paralyzed walk out of the department with smiles on their faces."

"These achievements, etched into patients' bodies with surgical scalpels, are the significance of our recent efforts."

"Of course, these projects will bring us some convenience and honor, but we hope that everyone can continue to work hard."

"Now that we've gotten through the toughest part, we can relax a little."

Just as Yuan Weihong was about to continue, Liu Huanglong interrupted him: "Brother Wei, we agreed not to talk about our major or departmental matters, but you've gone back to that again?"

"Come on, let me take attendance."

"Jie Han, do you have a girlfriend?" Liu Huanglong looked directly at Jie Han.

Jie Han turned his head towards Liu Huanglong, a sheepish smile playing on his lips, "Teacher Liu, we don't have it yet. Can't find it?"

"I can't find tens of thousands of yuan, but have you looked for hundreds or thousands?" Liu Huanglong joked very directly.

But to Liu Huanglong's surprise, Jie Han asked, "Professor Liu, how much money is it?"

"One tael." Liu Huanglong almost replied to this rhetorical question.

"What nonsense! How would I know? Don't go looking through my stuff."

"If you can't find a girlfriend, go out and look for one. You're old enough to be looking for one."

“Look at your senior brother Yuanpei, didn’t he find you a sister-in-law recently?” Liu Huanglong asked.

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhiming directly exposed the truth: "Professor Liu, you are unaware of the situation. Yuanpei is attracted to any beautiful woman he sees. Moreover, he is an aristocrat, so he has to be selective."

Li Yuanpei panicked instantly: "Senior brother, don't wrong me..."

“I testify…” Fang Ziye raised his hand.

……

A simple celebration shouldn't be bound by formalities. Everyone has worked hard for months and finally achieved their first success, so it's time to celebrate.

Although Fang Ziye contributed the most to the team, many others were indispensable.

Yan Zhiming and Li Yuanpei bought Fang Ziye a lot of time. Liu Huanglong took on the management of the department, keeping some external factors at bay.

Needless to say, Yuan Weihong never remained silent when it came to designing and strategizing for research projects.

Jie Han is a problem-solving maniac, and Lan Tianluo's data analysis and processing...

As the dinner was drawing to a close, Jie Han walked up to Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong and whispered, "Master, may I take a few months off from work?"

"You're taking a break from your job at this time? What are you planning to do?" Yuan Weihong asked, slightly displeased.

The atmosphere in the department is very positive right now, and we're sure to see a lot of results in the next few months. Why would Jie Han take a break from his duties at this time? Isn't he just making things difficult for himself?

Liu Huanglong looked at Jie Han, his face full of doubt.

Jie Han said, "Master, I want to go to the laboratory for intensive training for a while."

“Since starting graduate school, I have focused most of my time on research and writing articles. I also frequently go to the practice room, but I haven’t really let go of my skills.”

"I want to try a few months of intensive training to see if I can improve."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong immediately pulled Jie Han and Fang Ziye out of the private room.

Lan Tianluo looked at Yuan Weihong and the other two, wanting to stand up, but after seeing Liu Huanglong, he didn't move.

"You guys continue your conversation..." Liu Huanglong continued with a smile.

Li Yuanpei continued to ask about Nie Mingxian's romantic relationships and offered advice in private!
Li Yuanpei saw things clearly; Nie Mingxian was an indispensable member of the group, and if he could stabilize Nie Mingxian's romantic relationships...

Even if Nie Mingxian leaves in October, he will definitely come back later.

This kind of team atmosphere is definitely what Nie Mingxian hopes for.

The key is that Nie Mingxian needs to have certain bonds. In addition to the bonds with the team, it is best to have another bond as well.

Of course, Nie Mingxian thought Li Yuanpei was a moron because of his advice and schemes.

For someone who's never been in a relationship to give advice to someone who's had girlfriends on how to pursue girls—isn't that just absurd?

"Jie Han, what are you thinking? Why are you taking a break from your job at this time? Are you just looking for trouble and excitement?" Yuan Weihong began to scold him as soon as he left the private room.

In the harvest season, Jie Han stepped aside, wasn't he just giving up his position so that others could reap the rewards?
Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye advised, "Master, I personally support Jie Han's idea."

"He has completed three-quarters of the articles we wrote about the damage, and there are more than twenty articles that are still incomplete."

"I think he wants to improve his professional skills and increase the team's sense of participation."

Yuan Weihong's voice was like that of a dried-up eunuch: "How much do you say?"

The pitch was raised by at least eight keys.

“More than twenty articles,” Fang Ziye replied calmly.

“Jie Han has a very clear understanding of his role and responsibilities, and he has completed everything that needed to be done. His promotion can be brought forward.”

“Tianluo and I can do the rest of the data filling, and we can even ask Yuanpei to do it. Once we’ve finished our own work, of course we can take time off,” Fang Ziye said.

Yuan Weihong looked at Jie Han.

Jie Han smiled calmly and said, "Master, I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would think I was jealous, or that I was unstable. I just wanted to finish this first before I could properly study my profession."

"Actually, I didn't go very far. It was just in the animal laboratory and training room of our hospital."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong patted Jie Han on the back of the head and turned to Fang Ziye: "Ziye, I'll leave this matter to you."

Yuan Weihong understands that while everyone in the department is working hard, there are also people working and contributing silently behind the scenes.

No one wants to be alone; all the hard work is done behind the scenes.

To keep up with the team's progress, you have to put in more effort than others.

Yuan Weihong turned and walked away, taking rather large strides.

Jie Han's choice made him feel a little heartache, but more than that, he was gratified.

Is this considered jealousy?
not really.

After Yuan Weihong left, Fang Ziye said, "Jiehan, one minute on stage requires ten years of practice off stage."

“Tianluo is slightly more talented than you, so he can improve faster in the same amount of time, but that’s okay, everyone has their own strengths.”

"Your senior brother supports your seclusion practice, but you should also control the degree."

"When it comes to your strengths, none of us can match you, but we don't necessarily expect to keep up with your pace. Do you understand that?"

Jie Han nodded, his gaze unwavering at that moment: "Senior, clinical skills are the first line of feedback in clinical practice. If you want to enjoy the heartfelt gratitude of patients and share their happiness, improving your clinical skills is the most direct and inevitable choice."

“I’d like to give it a try too,” Jie Han said.

Before Fang Ziye could speak, Jie Han continued, "Actually, I've been analyzing for a long time that Senior Sister Tingzhu's success in both scientific research and professional studies is due to the accumulation of time."

"Senior brother, you also relied on the accumulation of time."

"Talent is certainly important, but the factor of hard work cannot be ignored. As for me, I wasted more time on other things..."

"If you're going to take leave, it should start next month, right?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Yes, senior brother."

"..."

"Let's go, quiet beauty." After the drinking party ended and everyone else left in groups.

Fang Ziye then reached out to Luo Tingzhu, who was already carrying a shoulder bag.

Throughout the entire dinner, Luo Tingzhu acted as if she didn't exist, simply eating silently and then listening.

Although the celebration was filled with jokes and anecdotes about passing cars, Luo Tingzhu remained completely unaffected. She didn't respond. "Senior brother, mainly because I don't know how to join the conversation. Didn't you hear what they were saying?"

"I can't fit in," Luo Tingzhu explained generously, regaining her liveliness.

Fang Ziye thought about it and realized it made sense. Driving was basically about telling veiled dirty jokes or finding boyfriends or girlfriends.

If Luo Tingzhu attacks from the bottom three points as soon as she opens her mouth, Fang Ziye will not be able to withstand it.

"are you full?"

"It probably isn't to your taste, is it? Shall we go down and ride a couple of bikes to get some spicy hot pot?" Fang Ziye suggested, fiddling with his fingers.

Today's taste is on the lighter side.

Luo Tingzhu's diet leans towards strong flavors, and she may not always feel full.

Upon hearing this, Luo Tingzhu took two steps back and blinked her eyes: "Senior brother, you'd better be sure you really ate spicy hot pot."

Having just emerged from a pile of jokes, Luo Tingzhu's thoughts inevitably drifted to other things.

Luo Tingzhu couldn't stand a six-yuan bowl of spicy hot pot.

Tomorrow is the weekend again.

"What the hell? Don't overthink it." Fang Ziye smiled and pulled Luo Tingzhu outside.

"Senior Brother Fang, what's your answer?" Liu Haihua asked from afar, completely oblivious to the situation, clearly having had a bit too much to drink.

Lan Tianluo pulled Liu Haihua directly.

"Senior brother, I've left Liu Haihua to you. You can do as you please."

"Get in." Lan Tianluo pushed Liu Haihua directly into the taxi.

……

Saturday.

Fang Ziye didn't get up until 10 a.m. He bought breakfast at 6:30 a.m., ate it, and then took a nap.

Luo Tingzhu was still taking a nap.

I must have gone to bed late last night.

When she woke up, it was already 11:20.

As Fang Ziye was pondering how to conduct a lecture on damage and destruction in his study, he suddenly heard a clattering sound coming from outside.

Peeking out from the side, it was clear that Luo Tingzhu was hurriedly getting ready.

I was brushing my teeth while taking out a face mask.

Knowing that Luo Tingzhu still had time to make arrangements on Saturday, Fang Ziye comforted her, saying, "Don't worry, I've already had your experimental equipment heated up and sterilized on the cell culture bench."

"Half an hour later is fine."

Luo Tingzhu glared at Fang Ziye from the doorway, her mouth agape with a mouthful of white saliva, full of resentment.

She has always had a strong sense of time, so this is probably one of the few times she has been late.

Fang Ziye then slightly lowered his head and continued working on the PPT, searching for photos of the surgery, planning his presentation, and trying to incorporate the basic theories of damage he had compiled.

All of these must be prepared for a lecture.

Moreover, this lecture was scheduled for a very tight timeframe, taking place at 7 p.m. on Sunday, July 15th, in the academic lecture hall of the School of Basic Medical Sciences.

Time is running out.

The reason for the tight schedule is that Zhongnan Hospital has too many patients piling up, and the demand for similar surgeries is too high.

Many people who couldn't get an appointment for surgery at Zhongnan Hospital went to Union Hospital, Tongji Hospital, Hubei Provincial People's Hospital, and military hospitals.

Going to other hospitals is fine in itself, but the problem is, they can't accept the patients there!

As the number of patients seeking consultation increased, they were compelled to come and learn from Liu Huanglong's expertise, which led them to book this lecture with him.

Fang Ziye had no intention of keeping anything to himself. Moreover, Fang Ziye knew that the content of this lecture would not be particularly detailed; he would only explain the outline so that the professors would have a general idea.

Then, Fang Ziye will take an hour to give a brief overview of the basics of debridement and wound cleaning techniques.

The outline of functional reconstruction techniques will be explained next time.

While Fang Ziye was organizing these materials, Luo Tingzhu had already finished applying a face mask, wiping her face, and changing into jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.

With her hair tied in a ponytail, she looked particularly capable. After grabbing a large canvas bag, she said, "Senior, you can order takeout at home for lunch. I have to go to the lab. I'll buy groceries later."

Fang Ziye turned his head and saw that Luo Tingzhu was not carrying a snack bag, and the canvas bag was not very bulging, so he got up and walked to the snack storage table in the living room.

Noticing that the snacks were almost gone, she replied, "Why don't you order something for lunch too? I'll go down for lunch later and bring you some snacks."

Luo Tingzhu loves snacks, or rather, it's not just a simple kind of love.

"Oh, okay!" Luo Tingzhu was changing her shoes. When she got to the door, she smiled at Fang Ziye and then gave him a rather cheesy kiss.

He then hurriedly pushed open the door and left.

Watching Luo Tingzhu's retreating figure, Fang Ziye couldn't help but think that behind the genius girl, there might have been many hardships that no one could truly empathize with.

It's a done deal that Luo Tingzhu will stay in the hospital, but she still wants to try to get her recruited into the top tier of talent.

It's a waste not to make 500,000; it would be even better if we could bring in more talent.

All of this is not easy to obtain; it requires you to achieve certain results and demonstrate your potential.

Zhongnan Hospital won't keep idle people around for nothing.

Around 4:30 pm, Fang Ziye didn't wait for Luo Tingzhu to return, but instead received a call from his senior brother Wang Yuanqi.

Fang Ziye listened and learned that the trauma center had treated a patient with a dislocation. Wang Yuanqi and Nie Mingxian had both tried to reduce it, but they couldn't.

They didn't dare try a third time.

Fang Ziye is needed to save the day.

Fang Ziye agreed and set off immediately.

To be honest, Fang Ziye felt a tiny bit proud when he left home.

Manual repositioning is Fang Ziye's first trump card skill, which made him invincible throughout the hospital, and now it has become the department's last trump card.

Who doesn't have a little bit of pride?
When Fang Ziye arrived, he quickly and efficiently reset the device in one go.

With a click, accompanied by a comfortable groan from the patient, the procedure was over, and all that remained were procedural steps such as repeating X-rays.

Once the patient's family confirmed that the patient's pain symptoms had subsided, they glanced at the frighteningly young Fang Ziye, their incredulous expressions growing even more grave.

Ultimately, the family's own experience is the best feedback. This confirms that Nie Mingxian and others did not simply hire someone to do the job, but actually found a skilled person to take the patient for examination.

After the patient left, Nie Mingxian touched his head and said, "Such a simple procedure and operation as manual reduction can really be made into something fancy by Ziye."

"I have to say, clinical practice is so damn complicated. Every little procedure can lead to endless possibilities."

Wang Yuanqi said with a smile, "Brother Xian, let me tell you a secret. A beauty hospital wanted to poach Ziye, offering a monthly salary of 150,000 plus commission, but Ziye rejected it."

Nie Mingxian wasn't surprised: "A monthly salary of 150,000 is too low. Many recent undergraduate graduates in cosmetic surgery hospitals earn tens of thousands, and those with better skills and master's degrees can earn around 100,000."

"This is a highly profitable industry."

Nie Mingxian then looked at Fang Ziye: "Ziye, the 'secret manual' you gave me wasn't an incomplete version, was it? How come you were able to reset it, while I haven't been able to reset it for so long?"

Fang Ziye rolled his eyes upon hearing this: "Brother Qi, you can hit him now. He said he's been studying for a long time."

Wang Yuanqi clenched his fist without hesitation, "It's a bit like Versailles!"

“But Brother Xian is my own second brother. If I hit him, it will hurt me too.” Wang Yuanqi didn’t lay a hand on him, but instead sped up the car.

In China, "second brother" has a specific meaning.

The second senior brother can also be the second elder brother, and the third leg can also be the second elder brother.

Fang Ziye said, "You guys go ahead and get busy. I need to go back and work on the PPT. I can't let the department down tomorrow. It wouldn't be good if I said something wrong or missed something."

"Thank you both for your hard work." Fang Ziye clasped his hands in a fist salute, then turned and left.

Nie Mingxian and Wang Yuanqi both nodded. Wang Yuanqi was already used to Fang Ziye's nonchalant departure, but Nie Mingxian was still a little 'questioning life'.

Fang Ziye could make something out of such a simple operation and principle, but he couldn't, which made him a little unconvinced.

……

On the way back, Fang Ziye saw a message from Luo Tingzhu.

After she finished her experiment, she discovered that the cells had been contaminated. She had to revive a new batch of cells and thoroughly check the cell culture incubator for any problems. She even ordered takeout while she was in the lab.

Fang Ziye replied, "Okay, you go ahead and get busy."

"I'll grab some dinner on my way..."

That night, Fang Ziye went to bed very late, while Luo Tingzhu went to bed early and slept soundly.

After Fang Ziye climbed into bed at three in the morning, Luo Tingzhu seemed to be able to sense it. She turned over and naturally snuggled into Fang Ziye's arms again, her lips pouting. Her profile, which was being pressed down, lost its usual beauty.

Couples often find themselves in unpredictable and potentially dangerous situations.

Fang Ziye closed his eyelids and fell asleep as well.

The next day, at 8:30, Fang Ziye got up and took his computer to the demonstration room in the department.

Professors Liu Huanglong, Deng Yong, Han Yuanxiao, and Professor Xiong were already in the demonstration room, listening to Fang Ziye's lecture while making corrections and offering guidance.

If they don't understand, then the lecture is a failure.

After going through this process of adjustment and refinement, and then continuing to explain, this was repeated a full twelve times, until it was 5:30 in the evening.

The group then got up and left, heading to the academic lecture hall of the School of Basic Medical Sciences.

Fang Ziye carried his computer on his back, feeling a little uneasy and nervous.

After Fang Ziye went inside and saw the nameplates of the various professors, he became even more nervous.

Goodness, these aren't just professors and associate professors from Hubei Province; there are also several unfamiliar faces—probably experts from other provinces…

Of course, Fang Ziye quickly calmed down.

"One minute on stage requires ten years of practice off stage." Although Fang Ziye hadn't put in ten years of practice, he could still easily give a short lecture.

This marks the beginning of my formal journey onto the stage of trauma surgery in Hubei Province, and also the starting point for me to declare myself a professional trauma surgeon.

(End of this chapter)