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Chapter 464 A Son's Career from the Bottom (Please Subscribe)
The techniques and principles passed down from master to apprentice are mostly passed down orally, but there are also teachings through words and deeds.

Teaching by example is not limited to the relationship between master and apprentice. Fang Ziye caused a big 'blunder' in Shashi in May.

However, Professor Xu Long's choice made Fang Ziye feel the demeanor that a true professor should have.

Be realistic and strive for excellence.

Professor Xu Long was bound to leave; he had a lot on his plate. At his level, it was impossible for him to dedicate himself entirely to further studies.

Luo Tingzhu smiled and changed the subject, then asked, "Senior brother, will the department start taking on standardized treatment for patients with upper limb injuries in August?"

Upper limb injuries are more difficult to treat than lower limb injuries, as the hand is one of the most complex organs in the body.

In the process of treating destructive diseases, we must think clearly about these issues: which functions must be preserved, and which we must try our best to preserve, even if it means finding a way to do so.

“My teacher, Professor Liu, and I all think this way. Currently, the people in the department who can take on destructive surgery include my mentor, Teacher Yuan, Tian Luo, Nie Mingxian, and Professor Liu Huanglong.”

"Professor Liu and Wu Xuanqi are the ones who can perform the functional reconstruction surgery," Fang Ziye replied very cautiously.

Luo Tingzhu straightened up and pulled away from Fang Ziye's embrace: "Senior Brother Wu Xuanqi? Didn't he just join the group? How come he can start performing functional reconstruction surgery?"

Wu Xuanqi only arrived at the department in late August, so it's only been a few days?

“Brother Wu has a strong foundation in hand surgery, which is his inherent ability, just like Professor Liu. Only after Professor Liu came to the department did we dare to start performing functional reconstruction surgery on patients who had undergone trauma surgery.”

"The more you accumulate in the early stages, the easier it is to get started. However, once you form deeply ingrained concepts and operating habits, it is not easy to correct them."

“Otherwise, Teacher Deng would definitely be the first to be able to inflict damage.” After objectively analyzing the rate of progress, Fang Ziye added:

"However, my own idea is to promote the treatment of upper limb injuries and the standardized treatment process for injuries in parallel."

Luo Tingzhu narrowed her eyes slightly: "Senior brother, what is the promotion of standardized treatment procedures?"

Isn't Fang Ziye already promoting the treatment of destructive injuries?
The animal laboratory has built a model of a severely injured rabbit, which is provided for other trauma surgeons in the province to practice on, and the relevant theories are sent directly to them unconditionally.

Offering training courses and providing clinical instruction—aren't these standardization processes being promoted?

Fang Ziye explained: "During the last lecture, I found that many colleagues from prefecture-level city hospitals also wanted to get involved in trauma, but either because of basic knowledge or because it requires a certain level of understanding."

“The basic requirements for surgical treatment of destructive injuries are so high that they exclude a portion of people.”

“Any surgical procedure that cannot be widely adopted has limited significance, and if it cannot be widely adopted, its significance is relatively limited.”

"So, I'll see if I can figure out a standardized procedure for treating 'damage' that a regular chief physician can use."

"The quality of this treatment process doesn't need to be that high. It's enough that the limb can survive without amputation and has some function after the surgery."

"It's better than nothing!"

"This requires simplifying the current procedures for treating destructive injuries, based on the expertise of the directors of prefecture-level city hospitals."

"Even with less-than-ideal basic skills, it is still possible to barely manage to ensure smooth blood flow and keep the affected limb alive."

Fang Ziye's tone was calm and even, and his speech was not particularly inspiring, but Luo Tingzhu still felt a sense of passion listening to it.

However, Luo Tingzhu didn't just listen to the surface: "Senior brother, these are the things Professor Liu taught you before, right?"

In front of Fang Ziye, Liu Huanglong analyzed the characteristics of Yuan Weihong and others, summarized them, and pointed out a more optimized teaching method to Fang Ziye.

This is Liu Huanglong crushing the food and serving it to Fang Ziye.

However, Fang Ziye was somewhat perceptive, so he saw the underlying reasons. Sometimes, teaching methods cannot be applied uniformly but must be tailored to the individual.

"more or less!"

"Everyone is an individual. The inability to integrate into a team or a certain trend is not due to a lack of ability, but rather to differences in their perception of 'trends'."

"By the time they realize it, this trend has already passed. If we can provide them with information in a different way, many people can keep up with the times," Fang Ziye said.

He added, "Actually, I'm a little greedy, but this greed has nothing to do with money; it's just related to my inner pride."

“Tingzhu, I’m from a small town in Enshi, but I’m also from Enzhou, which is my hometown.”

“After I left to study, I went back. Most of the people there are as simple and honest as my parents and relatives. They deserve better.”

"Although I can't go back to build up my hometown myself, I want to improve the medical conditions there through other means."

"Simply sending people or technology may not be enough, but I can send them a solution."

People all have their own deep-seated desires and needs.

The simplest, of course, is food...

The simplest thing is money. Fang Ziye didn't have much money before. He was poor, so poor that he used up a lot of his credit limit on Alipay and Huabei.

Afterwards, Fang Ziye was still thinking about going to competitions to earn money to make up for the deficit. At such a time, it would be pure nonsense for anyone to talk to Fang Ziye about building up their hometown.

I haven't even secured tuition fees for my children's schooling, and you're telling me that a kid next door has cancer and asking me to give him 10,000 yuan.

No one can be so selfless, because your children are your own flesh and blood, and other people's children are just one of many ordinary children in this world that you encounter.

This is just an analogy; Fang Ziye was thinking of doing something for his hometown within his capabilities.

After much deliberation, Fang Ziye felt that the only thing he could do was to make Enshi Hospital the first stop for 'broad-spectrum' treatment of trauma, so that trauma patients in Enshi could benefit.

In addition, it will also lay a foundation for hospitals in Enshi.

Anyone with eyes can see that functional reconstruction surgery will have a huge market and potential.

Enshi doesn't need to be among the first prefecture-level cities in the country to perform functional reconstruction surgery; it only needs to be able to perform functional reconstruction surgery the fastest.

That way, it can be linked to the Enshi Sanatorium, bringing more benefits to Enshi...

Fang Ziye's hometown is naturally his most essential hometown, but the infrastructure there is too weak. It's not that Fang Ziye doesn't want to develop it, but that there are simply no resources to develop it.

Going to the town hospital for reconstructive surgery is like adding fuel to the fire of a massive land reclamation project that's encroaching on the territory of the Pacific Ocean.

"Self-actualization?"

Luo Tingzhu studied psychology, and medical psychology is a branch of psychology.

But soon, Luo Tingzhu denied her guess: "Both being respected and self-realization."

Fang Ziye did not deny it: "Fame is just a side effect. I don't pursue it, but I'll be happy when it comes."

"I don't seek fame or fortune!"

Luo Tingzhu shook her head and said, "Senior brother, you have absolutely no need to seek fame and fortune..."

……

October 8, Wednesday.

There were almost no major changes in the medical staff in the department, but there were more changes in the nursing staff.

Liu Suning participated in the shift handover as usual, but next to her, Cao Fang, the head nurse from the joint surgery department, was already on standby, and there were also staff members from the nursing department who came to see her off.

Apart from Liu Suning, who was required to leave, the other six nurses, except for one named Xue Yaping who would not be transferred, were all reassigned by the nursing department.

Today, the Department of Trauma Surgery/Functional Reconstruction is one of the most important departments and clinical projects in the hospital. It is personally overseen by the Dean's Office, and the Nursing Department and other departments must allocate resources to it without violating principles.

Let alone replacing the head nurse and a few nurses, we could hire a batch of nurses from other hospitals at high salaries.

While it's said that medical care is 30% and nursing care is 70%, if the people providing the 70% nursing care are too easily replaceable, while the 30% medical care is irreplaceable, then this saying needs to be reinterpreted.

Liu Huanglong had no connection with these nurses, so he was unmoved as he watched them leave.

As the head of a ward, making reasonable requests to the nursing department is within my authority.

Under normal circumstances, if the ward director and the head nurse are at odds, they will either go their separate ways or the head nurse will be transferred to another position.

Only those who are exceptionally powerful and have connections to the highest levels have the potential to get rid of the department head.

After the nursing department leaders finished their rambling, Liu Huanglong, as the department leader, warmly welcomed the newly arrived head nurse Cao Fang and nurse Han Zhenli, and applauded them before watching the nursing department staff leave with another group of people.

They glanced back at the doctor's office with some reluctance, but had no choice but to leave.

Liu Huanglong and the hospital have only one principle: do not use those who are in doubt.

If you've done something wrong, I won't believe you anymore, regardless of whether you're a follower or a leader.

After the shift handover, Fang Ziye did not immediately follow Chen Fang, Liu Huanglong, and others to hand over the shift. Instead, he emphasized the same points again to the attending physicians, except for Associate Professor Chen Fang's group.

"Attending physicians must do their job well. If there is a time conflict, you must hand over all your tasks and ask me for leave. I will arrange someone to take over your beds."

"If you switch shifts without permission and fail to hand over the shift completely, don't blame me for giving you a hard time."

"It's not that I'm being unreasonable by not letting you take leave, nor that I'm refusing to solve your problems."

Adhering to the principle of giving a hard time followed by a reward, Fang Ziye added, "Of course, there are many benefits to managing patients in our department. Managing more patients means more opportunities for practice, which is obvious."

"The more diligent ones will be remembered by the attending physicians in each group, and I will arrange some emergency surgeries for you to practice on as appropriate."

"If you want to do scientific research and need to take time off from work, let me know in advance, and I will definitely approve your leave." "If there is an emergency, send me a message, and your brother Ye can write up a few beds for you without any problem."

"But leaving without saying goodbye and without handing over your position is disrespectful to me. You are setting a trap for me."

Fang Ziye added, "Yes, there are a lot of new faces this month, including many first-year graduate students and new residents in residency training."

"I have already arranged the people you will be learning from in advance. This month, you will first familiarize yourselves with the various rules and regulations of the department."

"Then, depending on your learning progress, your senior brothers will decide whether to delegate authority to you in charge of your beds. If you have any questions, you can contact me directly, and I can also ask your senior brothers to delegate authority to you."

"Gong Luoyuan, you'll work with Lan Tianluo; Zhou Xiaoshan, you'll work with Senior Brother Liu Haihua," Fang Ziye arranged.

The new batch of master's students has finally taken up their posts. Gong Luoyuan had been just a bystander in the department before, but now he finally has the status of a resident trainee.

The other one, Zhou Xiaoshan, was Qin Geluo's professional master's student. Fang Ziye had only met him for the first time and did not have a deep impression of him.

Fang Ziye continued to instruct, "Shu Lang, Qiao Fei, you two are both assistant chief resident."

"How about this, I'll arrange for you, Qiao Fei, to work under Chief Resident Wang Yuanqi at the Trauma Center. You can familiarize yourself with him for a while."

"Shu Lang will take over the task of reviewing Li Yuanpei's medical records and prescriptions. He must ensure that the review is thorough!" Fang Ziye instructed.

Qiao Fei was also a student of Professor Deng Yong, but he did not come from this hospital. Instead, he was a master's student at Xiangya Hospital and applied for doctoral programs through a wide-ranging application process.

Shu Lang is Fang Ziye's junior, and they still live in the same neighborhood. Shu Lang was simply promoted by the research team.

Deng Yong had previously told Shu Lang that he wasn't good enough to get a doctorate. But Shu Lang persevered because he worked diligently with the research group.

During the final assessment, it was discovered that Shu Lang had submitted a lot of material. After surpassing everyone else, Shu Lang smoothly passed the doctoral application assessment system again.

"Okay, Senior Brother Fang, I will try my best to do the work you assigned me." Shu Lang's reply was very formal in both content and tone, as it was his first time in office.

"Report any problems immediately, Shulang, don't skimp on phone bills."

“Although we are fellow disciples, there are some things I need to say upfront. It’s too tiring. No matter who it is, you have to tell me in advance, and I will think of a solution for you.”

After saying that, Fang Ziye looked at Li Yuanpei and said, "Brother Pei, thank you for your hard work. Now that Shu Lang has taken over the review of your medical records and prescriptions, you can take a short rest."

Li Yuanpei smiled casually: "Brother Ye, when it comes to being tired, who in the department is more tired than you?"

"You manage the affairs of your subordinates, do the work of your superiors, and you also have to handle the tasks of your fellow apprentices in the planar development team..."

Fang Ziye did feel that he had a lot of things to manage, but with the help of many people, he wasn't completely overwhelmed, and at least he could get some rest at night.

After giving these instructions, Fang Ziye went to Associate Professor Peng Long's group and gave them a briefing as well. Finally, he put his arm around Li Yuanpei's shoulder and went to the inpatient lounge for the time being.

There are no special surgical arrangements for Fang Ziye today.

With the addition of Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi, Liu Huanglong wanted to "independently" try out a functional reconstruction procedure, keeping Fang Ziye on standby at all times.

Since it was the beginning of August, Fang Ziye must have had a lot of things to arrange, so this was a short break for him to handle the miscellaneous matters in the department.

"Brother Pei, is it difficult to manage the academic master's students and doctoral students in the lab?" Fang Ziye asked directly.

He was worried that Li Yuanpei would find things too complicated, so he wanted to ask if there was anything he could help with.

This year, Deng Yong had a bumper harvest, with three doctoral students in one academic year.

I've accepted a PhD student with exceptional research skills, but classes won't start until September. I've only heard of him so far, I haven't met him yet.

"It's alright. Senior Brother Dong has extended his studies in the lab, but he can still keep it under control."

"And Brother Ye, don't spread rumors. I wouldn't dare to interfere with my senior brothers. I'm just a little helper assisting the big brothers, a lowly henchman who does odd jobs." Li Yuanpei was very clear about his own role.

He does have limited talent in his profession and scientific research, but he can learn and do things normally; it's difficult for him to stand out.

"Yuanpei, in the next article, put your name as the first author. Go and learn data processing from Lan Tianluo. At least you need to be very familiar with everything," Fang Ziye said.

Li Yuanpei quickly waved his hand: "Brother Ye, that's not what I meant."

"I didn't say you meant that. I just need your help with something. You might need to use your connections to find me a few people..."

After Fang Ziye shared his thoughts, Li Yuanpei was slightly taken aback.

"Brother Ye, why are you looking for so many people? These kinds of people aren't easy to find. You might have to look in the foreign language department."

Fang Ziye deliberately sought out people with mediocre qualifications, paid them, and sent them to the animal laboratory to learn standardized treatment techniques for traumatic injuries.

"Help me search around, if it's an outside hospital, I'll see if I can connect them with the directors of municipal hospitals."

“After they leave me, they can go straight to work in the hospital, since they need at least a master’s degree anyway,” Fang Ziye said.

Upon hearing this, Li Yuanpei looked Fang Ziye up and down, his gaze becoming complicated.

Assigning jobs to graduate students is a privilege reserved for the big shots. Fang Ziye, what gives you the right?
However, this was Li Yuanpei's first reaction.

With his looks, Fang Ziye could easily get one or two people into a prefecture-level city hospital if they had the right education and skills.

"Brother Pei, you've worked hard!" Fang Ziye cupped his hands and smiled, hoping that Li Yuanpei could help him.

For sub-standard clinical research and teaching-related issues concerning destructive damage, it is definitely necessary to have people conduct experiments.

This is a semi-educational topic, not simply a clinical one.

"Brother Ye, don't blame me for being nosy, but you'd better discuss this with your master. Getting people into a prefecture-level city hospital has a wide-ranging impact."

"Don't make a decision rashly," Li Yuanpei reminded him, squinting his eyes.

Fang Ziye pondered deeply.

Listen to advice, eat your fill, and don't do anything foolish on a whim.

He nodded: "Okay, Brother Pei, I don't have any surgeries today. I'll go report to Master right away."

Today is Deng Yong's surgery day, he will definitely be in the operating room, Fang Ziye can just go to the operating room in advance to discuss it with Deng Yong.

We can't discuss this with Yuan Weihong for now, because it touches on Yuan Weihong's blind spot. Where has Yuan Weihong ever tried to bribe anyone? He has no experience in doing so.

……

Deng Yong was indeed in the operating room, specifically in the "pleasure room" of the operating room, chatting with a senior director whom Fang Ziye did not recognize.

After Fang Ziye appeared, the big shot stared intently at him, but after a few dozen seconds, he looked away and left.

"Professor Deng, your beloved student has arrived. I won't disturb your private time any longer." The middle-aged man adjusted his hat as he pushed open the door and came out.

"Director He, take care, let's chat again next time." Deng Yong was all smiles, including his hands.

Then he looked at Fang Ziye with a happy smile.

Fang Ziye then explained his intentions in detail.

Deng Yong's smile gradually froze, then he lit a cigarette and took two deep drags.

"Did you come up with this idea yourself, or did someone else instigate you to think this way?" Deng Yong's first question wasn't whether the matter was feasible or not, but rather what Fang Ziye's purpose was.

To be honest, it's not Fang Ziye's place to handle the task of dismantling the foundation of destructive treatments; that's something the National Health Commission and various teaching hospitals should be exploring.

Being poor cares themselves, being wealthy cares the world.

Fang Ziye has already done a great service by developing this technology, and now he still has to think about teaching and promoting it. Isn't that tiring?

Fang Ziye said, "Master, this is something I want to do myself. I don't think it will take long, so I thought that if Li Yuanpei can find these people, I can first conduct a batch of clinical research experiments that are of a teaching nature."

"One purpose is to get a preliminary understanding and objectively verify what level of basic skills are needed to begin trying to treat damage."

"On the other hand, I also want to confirm what level of treatment can meet the lower limit and median of trauma treatment for the general public."

With a clear idea in mind, Fang Ziye had a rough outline.

Having conducted so many research projects, Fang Ziye is now able to use most academic terms with ease.

This is what Fang Ziye wants to do, but Deng Yong still doesn't understand: "Ziye, you're not going to develop in the administrative field in the future, so why are you going to manage technology promotion?"

"You don't need these things?"

Fang Ziye said, "Master, I don't really have any reason for this. Perhaps if I had to say why, it would be because I come from a small place."

"I thought that the surgery I developed could be performed in a place where people from my background could afford it."

Fang Ziye spoke calmly, his gaze pure.

Of course, Fang Ziye also had another small selfish motive: if such technology could be widely implemented, then in the future, Fang Ziye's knowledge points would benefit him to the point where he could earn more than five thousand a day, or even more.

After careful consideration, Deng Yong cautiously said, "Instead of thinking like that, you might as well try to expand the scale of the animal testing laboratory and collect data on the final skill level of more trainees."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately laughed: "Master, you're absolutely right, but that's where you'll need to put your skills to use..."

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong's face and eyes froze, as if he had heard a warning: "Come on, pot!"
He raised his hands as if to hit him!
(End of this chapter)