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Chapter 466 Did you encounter any trouble? (Please subscribe)
"He wants to be discharged? Sure, just have him sign the discharge papers."

"Just tell them that it's impossible to schedule the surgery in advance." Fang Ziye received a call from the on-duty doctor before he even got on the operating table after returning to the operating room.

They said a patient in the department wanted to schedule surgery earlier, and that his family members were so-and-so. If they didn't agree, he would be discharged and go to Tongji or Xiehe Hospital.

Upon hearing the call, Fang Ziye agreed without hesitation.

Discharge and hospitalization are both matters of personal choice. Unless someone's life is in danger, we can only respect their fate.
There are plenty of people who want to cut in line for hospital admissions and surgeries; Fang Ziye is already numb to it all.

“My superiors said you can sign for discharge or transfer to another hospital.”

The voice on speakerphone on the other end of the phone pierced Fang Ziye's ears as he continued to listen to the patient's reply.

"What's wrong with you, young man? I've already told you, we've all been waiting for a long time, we've been on the waiting list for hospitalization for a month and a half, and I finally managed to get admitted."

"You said you wouldn't perform the surgery and that I'd have to wait in line for a week?"

"Can't you put yourself in someone else's shoes?"

"If this were your relative, how would you feel?" The speaker was a woman, her voice sharp and capable.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye hung up the phone, then abandoned washing his hands, stepped on the air valve sensor door, and entered the operating room to report to Liu Huanglong.

"Teacher Liu, I'll go upstairs and handle this. The doctor on duty might not be able to handle it well."

"Okay, you go."

Liu Huanglong didn't even look up, he just said, "If you want to be discharged, you can be discharged. Just sign the discharge papers and the surgery will be scheduled according to the procedure."

"I guess he saw that we had a child lined up early for tomorrow, so he's making a fuss."

"But this child has special circumstances. When he came to the hospital, it was made clear that elderly people over 75 years old and children under 10 years old may have their surgery performed earlier depending on the circumstances."

“There’s nothing we can do if he doesn’t agree.” Liu Huanglong was very assertive.

Fang Ziye was completely unaware that a child's surgery had been arranged ahead of schedule for tomorrow.

But even if they were unaware of the situation, they couldn't directly ask Liu Huanglong, who was on the operating table.

Tomorrow is Wednesday, which is the surgery day for Associate Professor Chen Fang's group, so Fang Ziye called Liu Haojiang to find out about the patients whose surgeries were scheduled in advance.

Liu Haojiang said, "Brother Ye, the patient whose surgery is scheduled for tomorrow was admitted last Friday. It's August now, and he wants to recover before school starts so he can go back to school."

"Otherwise, if he misses it, he will miss a whole year. He has been in line for a long time."

"So after careful consideration, we moved his surgery forward temporarily. We'll work overtime to do one tomorrow so as not to disrupt the normal surgical schedule."

Fang Ziye nodded upon hearing this: "Okay, I understand."

"Haojiang, are you able to handle things over there? If you're not, just let me know and I'll send someone to you."

Dr. Liu Haojiang, from Associate Professor Chen Fang's group, was the most overworked attending physician, with all the responsibilities falling on his shoulders. Fang Ziye was genuinely worried about interfering with his studies.

"It's alright, Brother Ye, your junior brother is already helping us."

"Brother Ye, I'm still in the training room. We'll get back to you later." Liu Haojiang certainly wouldn't give up and stop striving just because he felt he couldn't compete with others.

"Okay." Fang Ziye then hung up the phone.

When Fang Ziye appeared in the trauma surgeon's office wearing scrubs, a hat, and a mask, the patient and his family were still arguing.

Now their focus is directly on the issue of 'jumping the queue'.

"Teacher Fang." Feng Junfeng rushed to Fang Ziye's side immediately.

The patient's family member was a woman in her thirties who also knew Fang Ziye: "Mr. Fang, your hospital can't be so unfair. Everyone comes in after queuing up, so why can others have their surgery done earlier?"

“My dad is so old, and he’s been waiting in line for so long. He also has heart disease. Can’t you consider giving him priority for surgery?”

"Let me tell you, my father's life has been so hard, and we, his children..."

Fang Ziye listened attentively to her, and then said, "Sister, I don't know if you have children, but you must be working, right?"

"The extra surgery we're adding tomorrow is something our doctors did during our rest time to give him. He needs to go back to his studies, so please be understanding."

"Moreover, during the admission consultation, we mentioned that surgery for elderly patients and children under ten years old may be scheduled earlier, depending on the circumstances."

"morning!"

Before Fang Ziye could finish speaking, the woman in the denim skirt said, "Dr. Fang, don't give me such high-sounding reasons. My father also waited in line for just as long."

"You can work overtime to schedule surgeries for other people, why can't you schedule one for my father?"

"If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, I'm leaving the hospital, and I'm going to file a complaint against you..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye paused for two seconds and said, "If you want to sign the discharge papers to go to a better hospital, that is your right, and our department cannot refuse you."

"However, the scheduling of surgeries is an internal matter for our department. Our energy is limited, and we can only guarantee a maximum of two groups of four surgeries per day."

"If we get tired, we will consider taking a break."

"We are normal people too, don't we also have the right to choose whether or not to work overtime?"

"Your father's surgery was not an emergency, so there was no indication that surgery should be scheduled in advance."

"Therefore, I cannot meet your request."

Fang Ziye was speechless. Several grown men were determined to argue with a child.

He's supposed to be going to school, right? He also wanted to have the surgery as soon as possible, but he had already put on an appointment before summer vacation and was scheduled to be admitted in August. Is that easy?

It's not easy.

But medical resources are limited, and there's nothing we can do about it.

"But other people aren't having emergency surgeries, are they? How could you..." the woman was still rambling on.

Another patient's family member came in. He was a young man in his thirties. After looking around, he said, "Dr. Fang, please cancel my child's surgery tomorrow."

“It might be too late, and I’m worried that you’re not in good health or condition.” The young man very cautiously took the blame upon himself.

But his expression made it clear to anyone with eyes that he had come to help Fang Ziye out of a predicament.

Fang Ziye looked at the young man.

The young man laughed again: "Dr. Fang, this is the result of my discussion with my family. I'm sorry to have troubled you."

After the young man finished speaking, he left again.

The patient has the right to informed consent and informed refusal. He said he could cancel the surgery with just one sentence.

Fang Ziye sighed softly: "Madam, you should have nothing to say now, right?"

After rolling her eyes a few times, the woman in front of Fang Ziye suddenly said, "Dr. Fang, my father is willing to have the surgery tonight. He is very keen on the surgery, and we also trust your surgical skills and arrangements."

"Anyway, there's an operation available now, so it doesn't matter who does it, right, Dr. Fang?" The woman smiled sweetly, her tone slightly ingratiating.

Fang Ziye had to admire her quick thinking and shameless temper.

"I'm sorry, I can't arrange that."

"I'm going to perform surgery now. In our department, all surgeries are performed according to a schedule, so please don't have any objections," Fang Ziye said.

He then said to Feng Junfeng, "Junfeng, call the operating room and tell them that Professor Chen's team's third surgery tomorrow has been canceled."

Fang Ziye did not show much emotional fluctuation.

We are not worried about scarcity, but about inequality.

The department is not entirely without responsibility for this arrangement.

Everyone is queuing up; what does it matter to me what other people's kids are doing?
"Dr. Fang, why can't it be arranged? Didn't you just arrange it?" the woman said.

Fang Ziye countered, "If I make arrangements for your father, I guarantee there will still be people coming to cause trouble. What will I do then?"

"So it can't be arranged. Your presence is the best lesson. I made a mistake once, but I definitely won't make it a second time."

"I'm going to have surgery," Fang Ziye said, turning around.

The woman rushed forward and whispered mockingly, "What makes you so arrogant, a mere doctor like you?"

"Asking you to make arrangements in advance is giving you face. Do you think I can't make arrangements just because you don't agree?"

"This world is not as simple as you imagine."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye replied, "I will follow my superiors' orders."

“But I need to have surgery now. If you want to be discharged, you can go directly to the doctor on duty to handle it. If you have any other requests, we will try our best to meet them. But we definitely cannot arrange the surgery in advance.”

"I'm going to have surgery."

Fang Ziye finished speaking and left.

The woman started making a phone call in front of Fang Ziye in a somewhat provocative manner, and walked with him all the way to the elevator lobby before going into the pedestrian corridor to avoid suspicion.

At least she knew to avoid suspicion.

Fang Ziye shook his head slightly, then walked towards the elevator lobby.

……

"Professor Liu, the patient's family has requested to cancel the third surgery scheduled for Professor Chen's group tomorrow and will be waiting in the queue again," Fang Ziye reported.

Upon hearing this, Liu Huanglong looked up in surprise, then sighed after a moment's thought: "It's hard to be a good person, and it's even harder to be a good person in a hospital."

"The child's family is reasonable."

"It means the child will probably have to wait another half month, until mid-September before he can register for school."

Fang Ziye remained silent, then turned and went out to wash his hands.

Liu Huanglong and the others didn't say anything. If Fang Ziye were to take the stage, the chief surgeon would definitely be given priority.

Moreover, Fang Ziye hasn't had surgery for several days, so he's probably been missing it terribly. ...

Thanks to Fang Ziye's intervention, the surgery was completed at least an hour and a half earlier, at 5:20 pm today.

After completing the surgery, Fang Ziye checked the patient's mobility again before saying, "Tianluo, take the patient back to the ward. Make sure the postoperative instructions are detailed."

"Remember to add some hormones via intravenous drip to reduce nerve edema," Fang Ziye instructed.

"Okay, senior brother." Lan Tianluo pushed the foot of the bed with a bit of happiness, watching Luo Tingzhu pull the headboard, and the two of them, along with the circulating nurse, went to the ward to send the patient.

After taking off his gloves, Liu Huanglong smiled and said, "Congratulations, Dr. Fang. How do you feel after receiving the award certificate?"

"Not bad." Fang Ziye picked up his phone and walked out the door alongside Liu Huanglong.

Today was Yuan Weihong's surgery day, but he had some things to do at home in the afternoon, so he didn't appear in the operating room.

Behind the two, Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi immediately sped up and rushed out, clearly intending to go to the animal laboratory for intensive practice after the surgery.

"It's not bad, is it?" Liu Huanglong asked while watching Wu Xuanqi and the other person's backs.

“That should be pretty good,” Fang Ziye said.

Liu Huanglong nodded and said, "Yes, try to keep a good attitude and don't let things in the department affect your mood."

"Good things come in pairs, two provincial-level awards, wow, Ziye, your foundation is getting deeper and deeper."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye scratched his nose and said, "Teacher Liu, my current accumulation shouldn't be considered a solid foundation, right? At most, it's just a little bit of accumulation."

Luo Tingzhu recently explained the word "depth" to Fang Ziye, which means inner strength, background, the connotation of things, and cultural cultivation.

None of the prescriptions are related.

Upon hearing this, Liu Huanglong paused and pondered for a moment before saying, "Indeed, Ziye, you don't have your own team yet. Your current team is basically a patchwork."

Liu Huanglong put it bluntly: Fang Ziye's team is now in a difficult situation, as Professor Deng Yong has his own things to do, and Yuan Weihong will also have his own student team in the future.

Once Fang Ziye has grown up, he will be temporarily separated from his family, much like a family dividing up in a rural household.

Nie Mingxian needs no further introduction; he will not submit to anyone. Wu Xuanqi and Liu Huanglong are ultimately just passersby.

Fang Ziye's junior brothers, Jie Han and Lan Tianluo, were not even considered part of his team.

Even fellow disciples will eventually go their separate ways.

Of course, the people who can be considered the most important members of Fang Ziye's team are Jie Han and Lan Tianluo...

"However, even a hastily assembled team is still a team. As long as they get along well and don't fall out, there's still a chance for a win-win situation," Liu Huanglong added, giving Fang Ziye another piece of advice.

"Thank you, Teacher Liu. That's what I was thinking too."

Fang Ziye followed Liu Huanglong and walked slowly forward again, tilting his head slightly: "But I don't think so. A fluid team might be better than a completely fixed team."

"Why do you say that?" Liu Huanglong was a little surprised.

"I can't really say, I just have this feeling." Fang Ziye couldn't explain it clearly for a moment.

……

After saying goodbye to Liu Huanglong, Fang Ziye sent Luo Tingzhu a message, telling her to go back first, as he still needed to visit her in the ward.

What was the final decision of the patient from this afternoon? What is the current situation? He can't just be a hands-off manager during his hospitalization.

Because if things get out of hand, it's not in Fang Ziye's nature to make a doctor on duty and a junior master's student take the blame, and no teacher would teach Fang Ziye like that.

Neither Li Nuo, the chief resident when Fang Ziye first arrived at Zhongnan Hospital, nor Jin Hongzhou, who took office later, had ever done anything like this.

Fang Ziye's timing was truly impeccable; the family members were currently arguing with the on-duty doctor.

Upon seeing Fang Ziye appear, the old woman's daughter seemed to have found a savior and said, "Dr. Fang, it's just in time that you've come. I've finally found a place to reason with you."

“We were already hospitalized, right? Our condition hasn’t improved yet, so we definitely need to stay in the hospital for treatment. But the doctor on duty said we need to keep waiting in line…”

When Fang Ziye looked at Feng Junfeng, Feng Junfeng immediately pushed up his glasses and reported, "Brother Ye, they have all completed the discharge procedures, settled the bills, and completed the discharge procedures for their medical records and doctor's orders."

"Senior Brother Li has already notified the new patients to come for hospitalization, and the admission procedures have been completed. Now they're saying they want to be admitted again, but where are we going to find a bed?"

"All the beds in the department are full now."

Fang Ziye understood. In other words, the woman had still completed the discharge procedures for her father. She had originally planned to go to a better hospital for treatment, but unexpectedly, no hospital was willing to accept him, so she turned back.

The woman's expression was slightly embarrassed, and her tone was a little hesitant: "Dr. Fang, I was indeed confused before. I impulsively went through the discharge procedures. It was my fault."

"I would be so grateful if you could be lenient with my father, given his advanced age and limited mobility, and not make us wait in line any longer..."

The woman spoke with exceptional caution and respect.

Since Fang Ziye left, she had made calls to all her connections, but when she finally reached the leadership of Zhongnan Hospital, everyone replied that the scheduling of surgeries in specialized departments should naturally be arranged by the specialist doctors.

Everyone is queuing up; how can you expect to be treated differently?
Just follow Dr. Fang's instructions and queue up accordingly. Trying to cut in line is unfair to others.

Yes, the woman heard it very clearly. Three senior executives from Zhongnan Hospital specifically mentioned the name Dr. Fang, and their statements were remarkably consistent.

Moreover, the woman was absolutely certain that her friend had indeed called them, but they wouldn't give her any face at all.

As the saying goes, there must be something fishy going on when things are out of the ordinary. After much thought, the woman initially felt that trauma surgery was a "rare commodity."

She wanted to be hospitalized at Tongji and Xiehe Hospitals. After completing the discharge procedures, she started making phone calls again, but the replies she received stunned her.

I've inquired with acquaintances at Tongji and Xiehe Hospitals, and they say that this disease is not routinely treated there and they are not currently able to accept such patients.

If they need hospitalization for surgery, they may have to be admitted at the end of the year...

Furthermore, the other party also recommended Dr. Fang Ziye from Zhongnan Hospital.

What does this mean?

Even the most impulsive and thoughtless woman would realize something was wrong and quickly turn back from outside Zhongnan Hospital and go upstairs.

But after all her fuss, the bed she had originally secured was given to the next patient in the hospital...

After listening, Fang Ziye looked at the old man. The old man had sparse hair, half of which was white, and his face was covered with age spots. He was sitting in a wheelchair, huddled up in a ball, and seemed a little helpless.

It might not only be because the treatment required a lot of medical expenses, but also because his daughter's blunder caused him to lose his composure.

"How about this, sis, you come to the hospital tomorrow? Our hospital is already full today."

"The remaining emergency room beds cannot be used for admission without permission. This is to prevent emergency patients from needing urgent hospitalization and not having a bed available."

"There's no way to process your discharge today. We'll have to wait until tomorrow when other patients are discharged, then you can be admitted as first-priority patients. That's the only good solution!" Fang Ziye politely suggested.

"This?" The woman's expression showed a hint of trouble.

Fang Ziye continued, "This is the best solution. We doctors can't kick people out, and you can't do that either. When we encounter a problem, our priority is to solve it, right?"

"Thank you, Dr. Fang." After careful consideration, the woman finally decided to agree to Fang Ziye's suggestion.

There was no other reason than that she had truly witnessed Fang Ziye's 'hidden charm' today.

She tried so many connections, but not a single person said they would proactively call Fang Ziye to ask him to arrange the surgery in advance.

They established a unified narrative right before Fang Ziye's information point.

This situation could mean either that Fang Ziye comes from a prominent family or that he holds a very special position in the hospital, making him someone that almost no one dares to offend easily.

It's not easy for a doctor to reach this level. After all, even renowned professors are still worldly people and need to be adept at interpersonal relationships.

But with Fang Ziye, it was as if human relationships and social customs had spontaneously surrendered to him.

"I'm sorry to trouble you to go home or rest nearby for the night. I will have the doctor in charge of the admissions call you tomorrow morning," Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble. If things were done according to principle, Fang Ziye could have messed with them and made them line up again.

However, their first queue was a real wait; hospitalization is not easy, so we should try to understand.

"Thank you." After saying that, the woman turned back and said, "Dad, let's rest nearby for the night and come back to the hospital tomorrow."

The old man smiled at Fang Ziye and politely said to his daughter, "Okay!"

"..."

After the woman left with her father, Feng Junfeng wiped the fine sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief: "Senior brother, you're really capable. This patient's family member was really too difficult to deal with."

"You have no idea how arrogant she was before you came."

"If it were me, I would definitely make them line up again."

Fang Ziye nodded: "Everyone makes mistakes. As long as it's not a mistake of principle or a breach of bottom line, we don't need to go too far."

While Fang Ziye and Feng Junfeng were chatting, an old man who had already undergone surgery walked towards them, leaning on a walking aid.

He must have been in his sixties. He looked energetic, had a straight posture, and exuded an indescribable masculine charm.

Beside him was his wife, dressed in a cheongsam with black hair, exuding elegance; only the wrinkles on her face betrayed her true age.

"Dr. Fang, did you encounter any trouble?" The old man's voice was very gentle.

"No, no, sir, you're recovering very well. If you keep going like this, you should be able to get rid of your walking aid in about ten more days," Fang Ziye said hurriedly.

This old man is no ordinary person; his basic information is all in code, and he revealed his real age himself.

Those who are treated this way are basically big shots.

Fang Ziye didn't want any "conflicts" between patients. This was a hospital, not a business place or a battlefield for other people's workplace struggles. A hospital should be more pure.

"I also feel much more relaxed in this leg. I haven't felt the muscles and bones in this leg for many years, but now I can really feel it." The old man loves to exercise, and he is demonstrating ankle-circling exercises to Fang Ziye.

He looks very unassuming, but his smile is very genuine.

(End of this chapter)