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Chapter 469 High-Level Reception (Please Subscribe)
Shanghai is a very famous metropolis in China, known for its incredibly expensive land and luxurious lifestyle.

There's a saying that goes, "A city for ordinary people, a metropolis for the rich."

Fang Ziye had never been to Shanghai. The only time he went to Shanghai was when he flew to the airport to see Luo Tingzhu off to go abroad, and then returned to Wuhan from the airport.

Fang Ziye didn't even know the exact location of the Sixth Hospital of Shanghai.

I only found out through a map search that Shanghai Sixth Hospital is located in Xu District of Shanghai and is relatively close to Hongqiao Airport.

After booking his flight from Seoul to Hongqiao Airport, Fang Ziye still sent a message to Professor Zheng.

The distance from Wuhan to Shanghai wasn't very far; Fang Ziye's flight landed in less than two hours and taxied at the airport for several minutes before coming to a stop.

During this process, Fang Ziye opened his phone and saw a message from Zhang Yuancong: "Ziye, tell me your exact location after you land, and I will drive over to pick you up."

"I'm in the parking lot now. After picking you up, we'll head straight to the restaurant."

After reading the message, Fang Ziye politely replied, "Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Yuancong is the same age as his master Yuan Weihong, and even has more seniority and experience. For Yuan Weihong to personally come to pick him up is already considered a high-level honor.

Fang Ziye himself didn't care who picked him up; he was fine with anyone, even a PhD or Master's degree. After all, for some large academic conferences, it was PhDs who were in charge of picking up and dropping off heavyweight professors.

After all, the higher-ups can't allocate the resources.

But Fang Ziye would be quite happy if he could be valued more.

"Ziye, which exit is most convenient for you? Once you've decided on the exit, I'll come pick you up," Zhang Yuancong sent a voice message.

The voice was interspersed with the whirring sound of the car's air conditioning.

"Okay, Teacher Zhang, I'll exit the station first and contact you later." Fang Ziye replied with a voice message, then slung his bag over his shoulder and followed the crowd out.

After entering the airport through the passage, Fang Ziye looked around and finally decided to follow the crowd and walk to the left.

Fang Ziye was certain that many people would be exiting the station. Since he couldn't find his way anyway, he figured he should just follow the flow of people and find the exit as he went. That was the most efficient way to do it.

About twenty minutes later, Fang Ziye was finally able to determine which exit he was waiting for at.

So he immediately replied to Zhang Yuancong: "Teacher Zhang, I'm currently exiting from Exit 23, but I'm not entirely sure yet. I'll send you another message after I've walked a little further away..."

“Okay, Ziye, no rush.” Zhang Yuancong was also very patient.

Finally, after about ten minutes, Fang Ziye saw Zhang Yuancong's car, an Audi. Fang Ziye didn't know what else to look at.

The weather outside the station was very hot, like being roasted by fire. After Fang Ziye got on the train, he immediately took out wet wipes from his backpack and started wiping his face and forehead.

There was another person on the bus who gave Fang Ziye a bottle of chilled drink after he got on.

"Teacher Zhang, how come this drink can stay chilled for so long?" Fang Ziye asked, wiping away his sweat. He then took the initiative to start a conversation.

He couldn't just sit there awkwardly. Zhang Yuancong had visited Han City a few times before, but Fang Ziye hadn't had a chance to receive him. He never expected to be personally picked up and dropped off by his own 'senior uncle'.

Upon hearing this, a young man sitting in the passenger seat laughed and said, "Teacher Fang, you don't know this. Brother Cong is a second-generation rich kid. Although he's not as rich as that Brother Cong, he bought this A8L as soon as it was released."

"There's a car refrigerator, so we all love riding in Brother Cong's car."

"Of course, my sister-in-law loves it the most."

Zhang Yuancong coughed upon hearing this.

However, the guy in the passenger seat was a bit of a troublemaker, and added, "Brother Cong also won over his wife using this method."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said, "Brother Cong is handsome and rich, so pursuing your sister-in-law should be a piece of cake, right?"

"Fang Ziye, what's your name, brother?"

Fang Ziye had already gotten into the habit of calling people "Big Brother".

“My surname is Pi, and my name is Pi Gaoxing. You can call me Xiao Pi or Hai Pi.” Pi Gaoxing turned his head to the side, and his very cheerful, standard thin face came into Fang Ziye’s view.

However, before Fang Ziye could even take a look, Pi Gaoxing covered his mouth with his right hand and said, "Actually, the car refrigerator has a great function called menstrual cycle management."

"Cough cough!" Zhang Yuancong coughed again.

Pi Gaoxing paused for three seconds before saying, "Teacher Fang, you'll definitely find this little trick useful in the future."

"You're really going to be cheeky, aren't you?" Zhang Yuancong had become serious.

This joke has crossed the line when entertaining guests. It's fine for family members to chat about it, but saying so much in front of Fang Ziye is already beyond any acceptable boundaries.

Zhang Yuancong must have held a very high position in Pi Gaoxing's heart. After Zhang Yuancong's cold remarks, Pi Gaoxing stopped talking.

It was Zhang Yuancong who took the initiative to ask, "Ziye, do you prefer Hubei cuisine or Hunan cuisine?"

"We looked around and found that there aren't many Hubei cuisines in Shanghai. Can you get used to Hunan cuisine?"

"Should we try some of Shanghai's signature local cuisine?"

Fang Ziye said, "Teacher Zhang, I don't care what I eat. Actually, I ate fast food before boarding the plane, so I'm not that hungry now."

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Teacher Zhang, please make arrangements as you see fit."

Fang Ziye had previously heard Yuan Weihong say that Zhang Yuancong was from Xianyang City in Hubei Province, and his family was quite wealthy. After staying in Shanghai to work, he was able to buy a house and a car in Shanghai without any financial pressure.

Fang Ziye then added, "I've never been to Shanghai before, so I can also experience the local charm."

Zhang Yuancong is from Hubei Province, so it's more appropriate for him to take Fang Ziye out to eat, as he knows Fang Ziye's tastes better.

As Zhang Yuancong turned the steering wheel, he said, "Then let me show you some local Shanghai cuisine, which is a bit on the sweeter side."

"But this time it's just the three of us going to eat; the other professors have probably already eaten. We can go to the operating room after we finish eating."

After replying, Zhang Yuancong looked at Pi Gaoxing and said, "Pi Gaoxing, Ziye is not even twenty-nine years old this year, what are you being so cheeky about?"

Upon hearing this, Pi Gaoxing suddenly turned around, glancing sideways at Fang Ziye, his left and right eyes wide open.

His mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"Fang, Brother Fang, you're only twenty-eight this year?" Pi Gaoxing's expression froze after he finished speaking, and even his eyes seemed to freeze.

Fang Ziye is indeed not yet twenty-nine years old, but he will turn twenty-nine this year.

"He'll be twenty-nine soon!" Fang Ziye's birthday is December 18th, and he'll be twenty-nine after that day.

Pi Gaoxing immediately transformed into an ostrich.

He dared to joke around because he was naturally gifted; otherwise, he would have to be out of his mind to dare to joke with Associate Professor Zhang Yuancong.

However, Fang Ziye's age shattered his confidence.

He kept calling him Teacher Fang, because he thought Fang Ziye was the kind of person who didn't look his age, looking like he was in his twenties but actually being thirty-two or thirty-three.

That's how I got the chance to be invited to the Sixth People's Hospital of Shanghai for surgery. But, at the age of twenty-nine, Professor Zheng invited me to do a consultation surgery?

What does this mean? Fang Ziye, a relatively unknown trauma surgeon, has completely mastered the field of trauma surgery!
Seeing that Pi Gaoxing had stopped talking, Fang Ziye asked, "Teacher Zhang, what's the condition of the patient who's going to have surgery later? Is it a severe injury to the lower limbs?"

Although Fang Ziye thought he could do some upper limb trauma treatment, that was at Zhongnan Hospital.

When going out for consultations and surgeries, it's best to choose the procedures you're most skilled at and confident in. If the Sixth People's Hospital of Shanghai assigns you an upper limb injury, Fang Ziye will definitely take on the challenge.

After all, it's not the track I'm most familiar with!
"Of course, whether it was the mid-year academic conference in Hubei Province or the lecture last time, Ziye, you emphasized the different degrees of damage to the upper and lower limbs."

"Professor Zheng definitely won't make it harder for you..."

"To be honest, Ziye, after receiving the documents you sent about the theory and operational principles of trauma treatment, we also tried a few cases."

"The surgery went well, but the postoperative results weren't particularly noticeable."

"But if we're only talking about saving the affected limb, we can consider ourselves successful." Zhang Yuancong reported these things one by one.

Fang Ziye was taken aback upon hearing this.

Professor Zheng's team is already implementing standardized treatments for destructive injuries? That's incredibly advanced.

However, considering that this is the Sixth People's Hospital of Shanghai, a top-tier orthopedic hospital with three wards in trauma surgery, their expertise and team accumulation in trauma surgery are a level higher than that of Tongji Hospital.

It's possible that there are more than just one or two professors with level 5 skills at Shanghai Sixth Hospital. Only by relying on the hospital's dominant position in orthopedics can they routinely carry out treatments for destructive injuries with the necessary theoretical knowledge.

"Teacher Zhang, your team is truly amazing. Our hospital spent a long time working together to develop this disease," Fang Ziye remarked.

If Zhongnan Hospital were the Sixth People's Hospital of Shanghai, Fang Ziye would probably be able to routinely perform limb transplantation surgery by now.

However, there was no way around it; Zhongnan Hospital's accumulated experience was still insufficient.

This is not about diminishing our own morale while boosting the prestige of others.

When you make a mistake, you should stand up straight and admit your shortcomings. Only by fully acknowledging the gap between yourself and others can you better improve and elevate yourself.

Those who think they are invincible in the world just because they have a little knowledge are mostly ignorant.

China's economy is already so powerful, yet China wouldn't dare claim to be the world's strongest, let alone any individual.

"How can you generalize like that?"

“You create original content, while we learn based on original content, so the pace is naturally different. We don’t need to figure things out on our own.”

"Pi Gaoxing, have you made reservations at the restaurant yet?" Zhang Yuancong asked Pi Gaoxing again.

"It's booked, Brother Cong."

Pi was happy, then turned back and said, "Brother Fang, there are some snacks from Hunan and Hubei provinces next to this restaurant. If you don't like them, we can have some more local dishes later."

"I heard from Cong Ge that these snack stalls are pretty good, especially the sesame sauce for the hot dry noodles, which is a fairly authentic Han City flavor."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said with craving, "Then let's go eat a bowl of hot dry noodles, shall we?"

The first time you eat hot dry noodles, you might want to curse, but once you get used to it, the aroma of the sesame paste is unforgettable.

"Ziye, don't even think about making me get beaten up. It's not fair that I treat you to hot dry noodles after you've come to perform the surgery."

"It would be good to eat it for breakfast tomorrow morning," Zhang Yuancong said.

Fang Ziye glanced at the time upon hearing this, but ultimately didn't say anything more.

It is estimated that Zhang Yuancong and others planned to let him see the patient who had been damaged in the previous operation, and then operate a separate operation. By the time the operation was completed, it would be 1 a.m.

If the surgery is scheduled for 1 a.m., Fang Ziye doesn't need to worry about the return trip.

The meal wasn't particularly enjoyable, but the beef and crispy fried fish in the local Shanghainese dishes were definitely a pleasant surprise for Fang Ziye.

There was another dish that Zhang Yuancong liked, braised pork. Fang Ziye only took one bite and then 'politely' put it aside, refusing to eat or touch it again.

Zhang Yuancong and Pi Gaoxing both saw it, but didn't pay any attention to it.

Everyone has different tastes; Fang Ziye may like it or not, and it's impossible to please everyone.

After finally finishing the dozen or so small dishes, Fang Ziye went next door to get a bowl of hot dry noodles, stirred it, and ate it with relish.

Fang Ziye stood about ten meters away from the trash can. After finishing his meal, he threw the box away, wiped his mouth with a wet wipe, and then said...

"That's enough, Brother Cong, I'm really full now."

"It's already 7:30, it's getting late, let's hurry to the operating room..." Fang Ziye said directly after resolving the issue with his stomach.

"Okay, Ziye. Let's go get some barbecue tonight." Zhang Yuancong also felt a little guilty.

Fang Ziye didn't care.

……

At 7:50, Fang Ziye, Zhang Yuancong, and the other two, dressed in green scrubs and blue plastic slippers, entered the operating room, where the surgical team was carrying out their procedures in an orderly manner.

The surgeons were supposed to be two professors, who kept asking questions, referring to him as Professor Sun and Professor Xiao.

As soon as Zhang Yuancong entered, he approached the operating table and whispered, "Professor Sun, Professor Xiao, Dr. Fang from Hubei Province has arrived in the operating room. Do you think we should switch Dr. Fang to the operating table, or have Dr. Fang go directly to Professor Zheng's room next door?"

Zhang Yuancong's question was quite polite.

Besides the two professors, there were also two assistants. Upon hearing this, all four turned their heads to look at Fang Ziye, who had just entered.

Fang Ziye's height seemed a bit short in the operating room. At only 1.78 meters tall, he appeared rather small and agile among the team of people in the operating room who were all over 1.8 meters tall.

However, Fang Ziye's eyes were pure, without tension or expectation.

Fang Ziye doesn't need to prove his abilities to anyone, so it doesn't matter whether he goes on stage or not.

Of course, Fang Ziye's nonchalance didn't mean he was impolite. After learning the identities of the two professors, he politely addressed them as Professor Sun and Professor Xiao. Not yet certain of their preferences, Fang Ziye didn't dare to address them as "teacher" lightly.

"Dr. Fang is here? Then I'll step down first and let Dr. Fang, this expert, take a good look and fill in any gaps!"

"Having reviewed your paper, Dr. Fang, we believe there are still omissions and shortcomings in our procedures." The person called Professor Xiao voluntarily made way for him.

Of course, he didn't step down; it was his assistant who wisely stepped down, making way for him without the slightest hesitation.

This person is clearly well-trained and of excellent quality.

Fang Ziye said, "Professors, I'll go out and wash my hands first."

Zhang Yuancong also came to wash his hands.

"Ziye, do you want me to tell you about the identities of those two professors?" Zhang Yuancong asked.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said, "Brother Cong, there's no need for that. Professor Zheng invited me for a consultation. I'm not familiar with the other teachers yet. Too much of a good thing would be bad."

Fang Ziye would not try to curry favor with a well-known old professor, otherwise it would seem as if he were trying to curry favor with the powerful.

It would be impolite for Fang Ziye to offer his allegiance to someone who had no relation to him and had not shown any courtesy or friendliness.

Visiting hospitals for consultations is not only a technical exchange but also a cultural exchange, and every detail must be done well.

Fang Ziye must take this seriously, because there will be many more opportunities for him to go out for consultations and exchanges in the future.

Each time, the people you meet may be different, and their platforms may vary in level. If Fang Ziye doesn't pay attention to details, it will be difficult for him to handle relationships and communication well.

"Okay, I'll listen to Ziye."

"However, these two professors have relatively mature theories and systems, so Ziye, please try to be tactful when you speak."

"Or we can leave it at that." Zhang Yuancong didn't want to trap Fang Ziye, so he briefly described the two professors' temperaments and habits.

Fang Ziye nodded and said nothing more.

The two professors were probably appointed in a time of crisis. Fang Ziye did not accept the consultation and surgery immediately, so he should not interfere now that he has come to "help out" in the middle of the process.

Fang Ziye, on the other hand, felt that not speaking was the best option.

After Fang Ziye washed his hands, got dressed, and went on stage, he immediately realized that the two professors' individual procedures were not problematic. Their debridement skills were definitely around level 5, and their ability to adapt and simulate other procedures was very strong.

Their debridement and wound cleaning techniques were at a level 3 proficiency of around 200, which was better than Nie Mingxian's.

The reason why their results were not very compatible is probably because the two professors had different ideas, so their collaboration was not very smooth.

The problem with the two professors was that their coordination was not smooth enough, so the details at the connection point were not handled well.

Of course, handling the liaison was also a challenge. At Zhongnan Hospital, all the relevant arrangements and learning methods were inherited from Fang Ziye, and no one dared to object.

However, in the six hospitals in Shanghai, the professors probably have different understandings of damage, so they each have their own opinions. Without absolute and superior technical expertise, it is difficult to get everyone's ideas to be unified.

"Dr. Fang, look, what's wrong with our procedure? We've done a great job with each debridement, but post-operative adhesions and infections are common," Professor Xiao asked very politely as he stepped aside.

After carefully lifting the edge, Fang Ziye began to trim it with his scalpel: "No further procedures are needed between tendons after the debridement."

"However, some tendons, due to their size after debridement, need to be connected to nearby tissues to ensure tissue stability."

"At this point, we need to pay attention to the overall debridement process."

"The first step in treating destructive injuries is to restore limb mobility, and the most important aspects are vascular reconnection and debridement."

"Continuation of blood supply is a matter of activity, while debridement is to avoid dead space and the presence of necrotic tissue in the local area..."

"In dealing with this kind of problem, in addition to improving the operation, we also need to avoid the formation of dead space."

After saying this, Fang Ziye stopped elaborating on the details.

As the originator of the treatment for traumatic injuries, Fang Ziye's theoretical insights are valid, but in the specific details of the procedure, he is unaware of what the two professors know and don't know.

In this situation, if you keep talking, you'll just seem long-winded.

However, Fang Ziye had only been making his move for a short while when the entire field of magic became even more agile.

The surgical field was very clear and distinct, something that both Professor Xiao and Professor Sun could accomplish.

Fresh and lively are two different categories.

For example, in many treatments today, such as tuberculosis treatment, county hospitals and provincial hospitals can both perform standardized chemotherapy, but because of differences in the details of drug processing and dosage adjustments, the treatment effects and patient experiences will also be different.

This is a matter of skill and ability.

As the originator, Fang Ziye will handle this with even greater ease.

Professor Xiao and Professor Sun continued to observe for a while, and they increasingly found that Fang Ziye's handling of details was more systematic.

Professor Sun, who hadn't spoken until now, asked, "Dr. Fang, are there still some details in the theory you compiled that haven't been perfected?"

"I feel that your operating technique is slightly different from ours."

The same debridement techniques, the basic debridement techniques have only a few principles, and the development is very mature. Once you reach a certain level, everyone's operation is more or less the same.

However, debridement is a basic skill, and it will change depending on the different lesions.

For example, the debridement procedure for lesion removal differs from that for routine emergency debridement!
Fang Ziye replied, "I didn't fill in some of the more trivial details, precisely to avoid my own understanding from causing bias in the experimenters and affecting the development of the technique."

Professor Sun nodded and said, "Dr. Fang, what do you think is the main reason why Professor Xiao and I can't work together as well?"

"I just looked at your revisions, and there doesn't seem to be anything difficult to understand in terms of operation."

Fang Ziye's methods differed only in the details; the overall principles remained largely the same.

Fang Ziye thought about it carefully for a moment, but did not reply. He continued to operate the machine while thinking.

"Negative pressure suction device!~"

"Give me a nerve suture." Fang Ziye didn't know the names for the different sutures here, so he used the simplest expression.

"Get an Aike suture." Professor Sun immediately called out, afraid that the circulating nurse would ignore Fang Ziye.

The circulating nurse immediately brought the sutures from the operating table and passed them to the curved tray on the operating table. Professor Xiao, who was directly opposite, then sent the negative pressure suction device to the position that Fang Ziye wanted.

Fang Ziye continued to clean the blood from the surgical field before slowly saying, "Perhaps Professor Xiao and Professor Sun could try leaving a blank space."

"The so-called blank space means leaving a part of the operation empty at the turning point, and then having one person complete it."

"Professor Sun and Professor Xiao, your fundamental skills are superior to mine, but perhaps due to differences in personal understanding, the details are not quite as polished!"

"This awkward placement is due to a misunderstanding on my part," Fang Ziye said very cautiously and modestly.

Of course, it's not fair to say that the two of you working together are just doing your own thing. You both have the ability, but together you're a pile of shit, but apart you're a sky full of stars.
Professor Xiao easily understood the meaning behind Fang Ziye's words. He looked up at Professor Sun and nodded gently, "Thank you for your guidance, Dr. Fang. We will pay attention next time."

It's not shameful for two professors to collaborate on a limb-sparing procedure. Back in Hubei Province, three top trauma surgeons from different hospitals worked together on one operating table to finally achieve limb preservation.

Nowadays, it's perfectly normal to need multiple people working together.

The coordination is also very important.

Fang Ziye didn't pay attention to the emotions and expressions of others, and continued to repair the details of the surgery that had already been performed.

More importantly, Fang Ziye added a few more stitches to the nerve suture.

After completing the procedure, he cautiously suggested, "Professor Xiao, nerve suturing might still need to be performed by a more specialized person!"

"If the nerve connection is not done well, it will affect the major functions after the second surgery and the recovery after the first surgery."

"The operation is almost complete, so I'll go to the next room now."

"Thank you both for completing the subsequent procedures." Fang Ziye carefully observed the situation before looking up to ask for their opinions.

"Alright, Dr. Fang, please go to the operating room next door first. We'll come back to learn from you after we finish the surgery." Professor Xiao nodded quickly.

He then instructed Zhang Yuancong and others: "Help Dr. Fang take off his sterile surgical gown."

Zhang Yuancong and Pi Gaoxing immediately stepped forward to help.

At this moment, Professor Xiao moved closer to where Fang Ziye had been sitting and continued to examine the two of them closely, while they discussed something in hushed tones.

"Look here, Dr. Fang handled it very well. This kind of transfer will at least improve the patient's postoperative recovery by one level. Why didn't we think of this before?"

"And here, Dr. Fang added two more stitches. Our previous nerve suturing was a bit too rough. We need to invite Professor Du over for a visit or some private training."

"The suturing of the blood vessels is not a problem, but the tendon care and the suturing along the edge..." The two professors did not spend more time greeting and seeing off Fang Ziye, but instead carefully reviewed the operation of the surgery.

Fang Ziye secretly gave a thumbs up to this kind of learning attitude.

However, as soon as Pi Gaoxing and Zhang Yuancong left the operating room, and Fang Ziye walked towards the sink, Pi Gaoxing whispered, "Brother Fang, you're really amazing."

"You actually managed to keep Professor Sun and Professor Xiao completely speechless on stage?"

"These two are no ordinary men. One is nicknamed Li Kui, and the other is nicknamed the Bull Demon King. They are both men of their word."

"Ouch!" Pi Gaoxing cried out in pain.

Then she started covering her buttocks with both hands, looking at Zhang Yuancong with resentment. Her entire body, except for the skin, showed through her bones.

However, Zhang Yuancong's expression was also rather conflicted. After staring blankly at Fang Ziye, he said, "But Ziye, you are really amazing."

"Professor Xiao and Professor Sun are the administrative directors of the second and third wards, respectively, and are also among the top professors in our Sixth Hospital. The two rarely interact on a daily basis."

"Especially in professional matters, if anyone makes a mistake in their procedure, they will not hesitate to criticize them. They will even scold some less experienced chief physicians."

There are ten chief physicians in the Department of Trauma Surgery at Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital.

However, not all chief physicians are equally capable. Some who are slightly less qualified to lead a team at the hospital or are still waiting to lead a team will still be criticized by heavyweight professors until they are red in the face.

In other words, even if you are a senior professor here, you still have to lie down, and there is still a lot you can learn.

"Perhaps the two professors see me as a guest?" Fang Ziye said modestly for a moment, and then began to wash his hands.

After getting off the operating table, you must wash your hands, regardless of whether there is a second surgery.

This is a matter of respect for oneself, and also for the next patient.

"That might be part of the reason, but more importantly, it was your performance that impressed the two professors."

"Pi Gaoxing, do you admit defeat or not?"

"Would you dare to be Professor Xiao and Professor Sun's assistant?" Zhang Yuancong continued his manipulative tactics.

Zhang Yuancong asked him to be an assistant, not the surgeon, and specifically, to correct the two professors' procedures.

Pi Gaoxing shook his head vigorously, his ears even twitching from side to side as he did so, and said, "Teacher Zhang, please don't get me into trouble."

"I wouldn't dare mess with these two big shots that even Professor Lin couldn't persuade. My teachers aren't either of them, so I'd rather stay far away from them."

"Professor Lin once said that if Professor Xiao and Professor Sun could have collaborated, the disease of trauma might have been properly treated long ago."

"But there hasn't been much progress."

Pi Gaoxing was saying that the collaboration between the two professors had made little progress!
Fang Ziye could understand; both professors had reached a certain level in terms of their individual abilities, reputation, surgical skills, and teams.

It's not that easy to just break everything down and start cooperating.
Moreover, collaborating on clinical surgeries is very similar to brothers doing business together; disagreements can easily arise due to unequal distribution of profits, and may even lead to separation and disintegration.

Fang Ziye did not reply. After washing and drying his hands, he waited obediently for Zhang Yuancong's instructions.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuancong said, "Ziye, let's go to Professor Zheng's operating room. Professor Zheng and Professor Lin are performing surgery together in that room."

"This is just the beginning. Ziye, you will be able to participate in more surgeries."

"Let me contact them first and ask which operating room it is!" Zhang Yuancong said as he made a phone call, and learned that the operating room was after the 18th.

Zhang Yuancong then took Fang Ziye over there, and then turned around and said, "Pi Gaoxing, you shouldn't go here, lest Director Lin sees you and criticizes you again."

"I told you you'd better keep your mouth shut, but you just won't believe me."

Pi Gaoxing raised his neck, chuckled, and said, "Brother Cong, life would be too boring if it were too conventional."

"If even spoken words are to be forbidden, then what's the point of having writing and language?"

“Freedom of speech is a given. What taboos are there in medicine?” Pi Gaoxing presented a theory that Zhang Yuancong could not refute.

(End of this chapter)