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Chapter 467 Professor Liu, who was frightened (Please subscribe)
"Grandpa, rehabilitation through exercise requires a gradual approach; there's no need to rush," Fang Ziye advised, observing the other man's boldness.

Upon hearing this, the old man paused slightly, thought for three seconds, and then laughed: "Okay, you're a doctor, I'll listen to you."

At this moment, the elderly lady in the cheongsam next to him spoke up: "Dr. Fang, my son and daughter will be coming over later. They would like to add you on WeChat so they can ask you some questions about rehabilitation. Is that convenient for you, Dr. Fang?"

Fang Ziye took out his phone and checked the time, saying, "I need to go have dinner now. If I don't eat now, my stomach won't be able to handle it. How about we talk about it when I'm doing rounds tomorrow?"

"Dr. Fang, you haven't eaten yet? Then you should go and eat quickly, eating is the most important thing." The old man quickly stopped his wife from saying anything.

The two then walked in another direction down the hospital corridor.

Feng Junfeng approached Fang Ziye a few steps closer, speaking in a low voice: "Brother Ye, this person's information is confidential. Adding his children on WeChat shows you have very powerful connections, don't you?"

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "No matter what kind of doctor-patient relationship it is, it is still just a doctor-patient relationship. It is better to keep it relatively pure."

Fang Ziye understood Feng Junfeng's meaning, but some people's existence is meaningful, not necessarily because they have to do something outstanding.

Fang Ziye makes a living through medicine; he just needs to focus on doing his job well.

Fang Ziye continued, "Junfeng, you should go and rest first. You must be quite tired today."

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll order some takeout and send it to the doctors' rest room later."

Upon hearing this, Feng Junfeng hesitated for three seconds before grinning and nodding, "Thank you, Brother Ye."

"You're too kind. I have to go now," Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye was indeed a little hungry, and Luo Tingzhu had already arrived home. The two of them could arrange to go shopping for some groceries and cook dinner together.

Without the pressure of emergency surgeries, Fang Ziye's life is now exceptionally regular.

Of course, Fang Ziye has another important thing to do tonight: to break down the theoretical expressions submitted to Lan Tianluo and Jie Han and send them to the two of them.

Then, based on the feedback from both individuals, make the correct corrections.

As he took off his white coat and walked home, Fang Ziye glanced to his right at the innocent smiles on the faces of the novice medical students emerging from the side gate of the School of Basic Medical Sciences.

I can't help but miss my school days. Those were truly happy and carefree times, when all I had to do was focus on my studies.

No surgery to tire your body, no stress to bear, and no doctor-patient relationship troubles.

However, as people grow older, they will face different challenges at different ages.

Doing a good job in teaching is a very important part of getting by in a teaching hospital.

There is a precedent at Zhongnan Hospital; Professor He from the Department of General Surgery can be considered one of the mentors for many medical students in China.

Perhaps his surgical skills weren't that great, or perhaps he didn't perform that many surgeries, but he made significant contributions to medical education in China and to helping medical students successfully pass postgraduate entrance exams and obtain medical licenses.

He did make money, but who dares to say he didn't boost the medical licensing pass rate?

Of course, Fang Ziye's teaching path will not overlap with that of Professor He. Fang Ziye will be supervising professional graduate students, who will be specialists in orthopedics and trauma surgery.

……

When Fang Ziye returned home, he found that Luo Tingzhu had not gone to the kitchen to cook, but had gone into the study, facing the computer, with her left hand on her chest and the back of her right fingers touching her chin, deep in thought.

Luo Tingzhu wasn't very engrossed. After Fang Ziye opened the door, she turned around briefly, then went back to focusing on the content on her computer.

As Fang Ziye approached, Luo Tingzhu said, "Senior brother, I ordered hot pot, will you eat with me..."

She only spoke, without turning around.

Fang Ziye nodded and went into the study. After casually glancing at the content on the computer, his eyes flashed slightly: "This is our research group's article?"

Fang Ziye is now very adept at using words related to trauma surgery, so he only needs to read two lines to know that this is a paper about the basic theory of trauma.

“Yes, Jie Han produced this in just fifteen days, taking time out of his spare time.” Luo Tingzhu tilted her head in disbelief.

Fang Ziye's key point, however, was not this: "Do Lan Tianluo and Jie Han often ask you to help revise their articles?"

This is definitely not the first time that articles from my own group have appeared on Luo Tingzhu's page.

"That's perfectly normal, senior. We used to be in the same research group, and we're still in the same lab. It's only natural for me to make some changes and learn something at the same time."

“Junior Brother Jie Han truly has a unique talent when it comes to writing papers.”

After explaining, Luo Tingzhu moved her chair to the side to give Fang Ziye some space on the computer screen, and then said, "Besides, Senior Brother, your tasks are even busier and heavier now. Both of them said they don't want you to worry too much about these basic things."

"Teaching of functional reconstruction techniques, treatment of upper limb injuries, upper limb functional reconstruction techniques, short limb transplantation, and exploration of extracorporeal microcirculation devices."

"Senior brother, actually you're under the most pressure." Luo Tingzhu's face was full of heartache, not knowing that Fang Ziye could add points.

Looking sideways, the tadpole's dark eyes were bright and clear, and its calm face exuded a natural tranquility.

"Actually, it's not so bad." Fang Ziye felt a little guilty.

However, the two junior brothers' imaginations were actually quite reasonable.

"Is this alright, Senior Brother?" Luo Tingzhu shook her head. "Senior Brother, have you not noticed something like this?"

"Generally speaking, the speed of developing new content is far behind the speed of learning, but your speed of developing new techniques can leave them far behind."

"I have no idea what kind of storms are raging in your head all the time."

"So today, Professor Deng Yong specifically asked me to pay attention to your rest time, which could slow down the research progress of the new technique to some extent."

“Your own people care more about you than your output,” Luo Tingzhu said.

The phone call Deng Yong made today warmed Luo Tingzhu's heart. Compared to those exploitative teachers, Deng Yong's ability to remain clear-headed amidst great joy proved that he truly cared for Fang Ziye as a disciple, rather than treating him like a beast of burden.

"Well, it's alright."

"In fact, Professor Liu Huanglong had already discussed this issue before. The development of new techniques should not be too fast."

"Too much of a good thing can be bad. If the department has too many different types of surgeries, it will actually hinder learning!"

"Therefore, I plan to bring the procedures for upper limb injury and upper limb function reconstruction to China," Fang Ziye said.

"Tingzhu, would you like something to drink?"

"You help us revise our paper, and I'll buy you a drink." Fang Ziye's politeness was rather distant.

"What would you like to drink? Cha Yan?" Luo Tingzhu asked.

"Either is fine!" Fang Ziye wasn't picky. If he had to choose, he preferred coffee to milk tea.

The milk tea was too sweet.

"Senior brother, what did you mean by 'moving' just now?" Luo Tingzhu asked curiously.

Transport? Luo Tingzhu is more familiar with transport surgery.

"Yes, the upper limb surgery is mainly hand surgery, but our hospital's hand surgery department is currently very small. Although Professor Deng and Professor Han have filled the positions of group leaders."

"But its strength has declined significantly."

"I heard that Professor Wen Dongfang, seeing this situation, even wanted to take up clinical work again, but Professor Wen is already 69 years old this year, how could he possibly be active in clinical practice?"

Fang Ziye continued, "Moreover, hand surgery could very well become a stepping stone for me."

"Unique circumstances, unique methods, exceptional promotion..."

Fang Ziye analyzed the pros and cons for Luo Tingzhu.

In fact, Fang Ziye is proficient in both hand surgery and trauma surgery.

Fang Ziye has already mastered the core skills of hand surgery, suturing and incision, to level 5, and is ready to take over at any time.

Luo Tingzhu said, "Senior brother, I can understand your promotion to associate professor through special procedures, but isn't it a bit too rash to promote someone to associate chief physician through special procedures?"

Luo Tingzhu was a little confused.

Associate professor is a teaching title. Outstanding doctoral graduates can be specially appointed as associate professors. It is reasonable that Dr. Fang Ziye graduated early, was first appointed as a lecturer, and then promoted to associate professor.

But an associate chief physician?
The national standard for the professional title evaluation of associate chief physicians is at least three years for intermediate-level titles, and the usual standard is five years, which is generally difficult to break.

"I can't tell you that yet, it hasn't been decided."

"If someone is willing to help, it's not impossible," Fang Ziye said.

Luo Tingzhu didn't press the matter further.

A little while later, the takeout arrived, and Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu, the two little ones, moved to the living room to start eating.

……

During rounds the following day, Fang Ziye paid particular attention to checking the activity levels of the postoperative patients who had undergone procedures performed by Liu Huanglong and others.

Quite satisfactory!

It's not particularly good, but it's not particularly bad either. It's improved quite a bit compared to before the surgery. However, if you compare it to the functional rehabilitation results achieved by Fang Ziye himself, then there's definitely no comparison.

Naturally, these subtle changes are difficult for patients and their families to detect.

After Fang Ziye finished his examination, the patient said with a smile, "Dr. Fang, thank you. My wife's knee and ankle joint mobility is already very good."

"For many years she was confined to crutches, but just yesterday, she let go of her walker and slowly took two steps on her own. She almost cried..."

When the middle-aged man said this, the middle-aged woman on the bed said, "What do you mean 'almost crying'? I'm already crying."

“Dr. Fang, you don’t know, because of this leg disability, I lost my previous job. Now I’m just a drifter. I can still cook, but it’s inconvenient for me to even go grocery shopping…”

“And I can’t even go out for a walk or dance. I used to be a dance teacher…” The middle-aged woman’s eyes reddened as she talked about her past.

If a dance teacher's legs are ruined, then their professional career is naturally over.

"Continue your recovery properly, don't rush it, too much of a good thing can be bad. While you're in the hospital, don't stop using your walking aid!"

"Because your muscle atrophy is quite severe, you still need to persist with leg raises and specific muscle exercises..." Fang Ziye instructed.

"Okay, Dr. Fang, I'll listen to you. I've endured ten years already, so I'm not afraid of a few more days or months." The middle-aged woman took the tissue from her husband, wiped away her tears, and then smiled. But as she smiled, she started crying again.

It is difficult for normal people to understand the physical and psychological trauma of 'semi-disabled' people, and they absolutely cannot empathize with them 100%.

"Get some rest and calm down. You should be able to do more things in the future."

"I may not be as lively as a normal person, but living a normal life is still something to look forward to." After saying that, Fang Ziye walked to the next bed.

"Dr. Fang, Director Liu...when can we schedule the surgery?" The family members and the patient in the next bed called out enthusiastically.

She is a 62-year-old grandmother with severely stiff knees and impaired nerve function.

She was a pre-operative patient who had been in the hospital for some time. Every day she hoped that she could have her surgery soon and then get out of bed like the 'little sister' in the next bed.

"Schedule the surgery next week, there's no rush!"

"Slow and steady wins the race. We can't speed up the pace of surgery just to increase the number of surgeries. We also need to conduct a comprehensive assessment of your condition and other basic information before your surgery."

"For example, if your coronary heart disease and diabetes are not well controlled, then this surgery definitely cannot be performed."

"Coronary heart disease increases the risk during surgery, while diabetes makes it difficult for your body to heal after surgery," Fang Ziye explained...

"Doctor, I've always strictly avoided certain foods, almost completely controlling my sugar intake," the old man hurriedly said.

She looks forward to normal activities more than eating sweets. She wants to go out for a walk or even go out to dance in the square, instead of sitting on the sidelines watching other elderly women dance.

……

After making their rounds, Fang Ziye and the others left the operating room and began another day of backbreaking work.

Time flies, and almost another week has passed in the blink of an eye.

August 17th. Friday.

Trauma Surgery Department, Director's Office.

When Liu Huanglong heard that Fang Ziye still had two papers under revision, the hot tea in his right hand rolled out of the teacup and crawled into Liu Huanglong's palm.

"Fizz!"

"Damn it!" Liu Huanglong painfully threw down the teacup and quickly went to rinse it.

While enjoying the refreshing coolness of the water on his right hand, he tilted his head incredulously and said, "Ziye, are you a paper-generating machine?"

"It's one thing to produce one paper in a month, but how come you can produce two?"

"Even if all of you launched a full-scale attack, it shouldn't be this bad, right?"

Liu Huanglong knew that there were many people in Fang Ziye's group, but even if so many people wrote an article at the same time, it should still take several months.

How come the last article was only published at the end of last month, and now there are two more articles waiting to be submitted?

Fang Ziye chuckled softly and said, "Teacher Liu, this is a secret."

Fang Ziye would definitely not leak the things Jie Han left behind before leaving his job.

Liu Huanglong's mouth, eyes, and even the right side of his face began to tremble slightly as if in a muscle spasm: "If you keep doing this, your teacher Yuan Weihong won't be able to handle it. He might accidentally be pushed up by you."

The articles produced by Fang Ziye are no longer considered trash.

It has an impact factor of at least ten.

Based on this output, Yuan Weihong is likely to be exceptionally recognized as a National Outstanding Young Scientist in the next few years, and may be awarded the title of Yangtze River Scholar before he turns forty.

These two are not contradictory. The Outstanding Young Scientist is a science and technology-related honor, while the Yangtze River Scholar is an award nomination from the Ministry of Education.

Fang Ziye was speechless. What did he mean by "I pushed it up"? This Professor Liu is quite the character when it comes to making suggestive remarks.

“Teacher Liu, isn’t this wonderful? You have been kind to me, and now is the time to repay you. Moreover, many of my ideas have matured with your help.”

"My teacher is my leader." Even though Yuan Weihong was not around, Fang Ziye still expressed his loyalty.

Yuan Weihong is present at every single one of Fang Ziye's articles.

He is at least the second author, most likely the corresponding author, and co-author of the first authorship.

If it's less than a second author, then it must be an article published by someone else, with both people's names listed.

returning a Favour many times more.

I will repay the kindness of writing eight parts of the treatise with eight hundred parts of the effort, or even more, with the main goal of making everyone happy!
Liu Huanglong's facial twitched even more violently: "..."

"Ziye, have you ever thought about pursuing a postdoctoral degree or something? I can mentor someone."

Liu Huanglong was jealous!

Why don't you get another postdoctoral experience?
Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said, "Professor Liu, I have another mentor who can also guide me. I plan to take up a temporary post next year and then directly defend my thesis."

Fang Ziye doesn't plan to work full-time at the postdoctoral research station; he'll just coast along, knowing he'll produce enough output to leave the station.

Liu Huanglong remained silent for a long time before suddenly sighing, "I almost regret leaving Zhongnan University in the past."

Fang Ziye disagreed.

If it weren't for Yuan Weihong, given my performance during my master's entrance exam, I'd be ashamed if you, Liu Huanglong, would even give me a second glance.

Therefore, I will still be my master's student.

Of course, it goes without saying that this would attract hatred.

……

Once on the operating table, Qin Geluo, the attending physician in the team, was already green with envy. While assisting, he said, "Brother Wei, you only became a chief resident a year earlier than me, how come you're so lucky?"

Qin Geluo's first master's student, Zhou Xiaoshan, has already joined the department. He's not exactly a Teletubby, but in Qin Geluo's eyes, he's practically one.

Yuan Weihong then said sarcastically, "Ge Luo, even if you become the chief resident in my cohort, the inheritance doesn't belong to you, does it?"

I, Yuan Weihong, became a master's supervisor without even completing my chief physician course, while you, Qin Geluo, took three years to become a master's supervisor. Shouldn't you reflect on why?

You got the research project too late, and your research experience is still lacking, so you can only watch helplessly.

Although Yuan Weihong spoke cryptically, Qin Geluo still understood. Remembering the legend of Brother Wei, he immediately shut up.

Forget about competing with Yuan Weihong in being sarcastic; when Brother Weihong uses his mouth to fight, even Deng Yong is no match for him.

Professor Deng Yong could only be said to have used his power to intimidate people, but he could not use his "courage" to make Yuan Weihong submit.

Seeing that Qin Geluo was no longer speaking, and noticing that Fang Ziye had entered the operating room alone, Yuan Weihong asked, "Hey, where are Professor Liu and Nie Mingxian? Why didn't they come today?"

"Ziye, didn't Professor Liu look for you this morning?"

Fang Ziye was Yuan Weihong's second assistant, sitting opposite him. The first assistant was Lan Tianluo.

Fang Ziye said, "Professor Liu said he wants to rest for a day, and Brother Nie Mingxian also said he wants to rest well first, as he was too tired from yesterday's surgery."

Lan Tianluo quickly explained, "Master, yesterday was Thursday, and Associate Professor Peng Long's team only has one surgery day so far."

"The new operating room will not be allocated to our department until September, at which time we will have a lot of operating days."

Yuan Weihong was a little disappointed: "Is that so? Then forget it. I was hoping to share some good news with them."

Yuan Weihong said with a smile.

If his swagger was an act before, then his swagger is real now!
The team is now riding high, and not only can the orthopedics department of Zhongnan Hospital not keep up, but other orthopedics departments in the province are also struggling to keep up.

As one of the most direct beneficiaries, it is only a matter of time before Yuan Weihong ousts Liu Huanglong and replaces him as the administrative director.

The hospital's current policy towards Yuan Weihong is: you can continue your work, you don't need to go to the countryside. Just this year, the National Health Commission issued a document stating that going to the countryside for support is no longer an absolute requirement for promotion.

If you are good enough, you can make up for it later and get your professional title promoted first.

Therefore, in October of this year, following his senior researcher title and associate professor title, Yuan Weihong's professional title will also be promoted from attending physician to associate chief physician, making him a true "three-high" person (high academic achievement, high professional achievement, and high professional achievement).

"Do you think Professor Liu was scared by the atmosphere in our group? So he needs to calm down?" Yuan Weihong said one minute, "Let it go," and the next minute he started again.

Neither Fang Ziye nor Lan Tianluo replied; they only dared to complain in their hearts.

After careful consideration, Qin Geluo said, "Brother Wei, you are really amazing. You managed to intimidate Professor Liu by scaring him. I guess you are the only one in the province who can do that."

Who is Liu Huanglong? A leading figure in both scientific research and clinical practice.

His resume looks slightly better than that of Duan Hong, a giant in trauma surgery. After all, Liu Huanglong is only one year older than Yuan Weihong.

"So what? Professor Liu is only a year older than me."

"What happened back then is what happened now. Just because he was better than us in the past doesn't mean he will always be better than us."

As Yuan Weihong spoke, he looked at his two students, but ultimately, out of consideration for his role as a teacher, he kept quiet.

However, Yuan Weihong's crow's feet at the corners of his eyes just wouldn't disappear, and his face was probably all smiles.

Plant a millet in spring and harvest ten thousand in autumn.

The seeds that Yuan Weihong planted have already sprouted.

Not only Fang Ziye, but also Lan Tianluo. Lan Tianluo was a student that Yuan Weihong obtained by delaying his promotion and not accepting students for several years.

Back then, Yuan Weihong had no idea that he could break the "ban"!
After exchanging a knowing smile, Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo began the surgery.

Surgery is a serious matter and cannot be taken lightly.

Patients are not experimental subjects and cannot afford the cost of trial and error, so every step must be taken with utmost care.

However, Fang Ziye discovered that Lan Tianluo's thoughts were even purer than his own; he, like himself, enjoyed seeing patients' smiling faces and witnessing their recovery.

But Lan Tianluo liked it even more!
(End of this chapter)