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Chapter 47 Regretful to Never Wear a White Robe in This Life (Please add to your favorites and read on)

"Yuan Weihong? You've taught so much in the outpatient clinic?" Deng Yong asked instead of answering.

Although Yuan Weihong was caught off guard, he nodded: "Yes! ~ I'll watch it together."

But the way he looked at Fang Ziye was a little off; you little rascal, you've been hiding your true intentions all along.

Fang Ziye didn't reply, and the group left.

"Professor Deng, won't you take a look at me?" the patient asked.

"Didn't you finish watching? There's nothing special. Eat well, sleep well, exercise well, and go home early." Professor Deng Yong didn't even turn his head as he walked to the next bed...

"Oh, I saw it." The aunt realized belatedly.

One of the family members was his son, who said, "It's a good thing that the doctors aren't standing in a crowded place. Everything is going smoothly. We're all here now, so what are you worried about?"

Zhongnan Hospital isn't top-tier in Wuhan, but it's not bad either.

Especially in orthopedics, it's even worse.

Today is Monday. Although Fang Ziye was the center of attention for a short while, this attention was relative. In the eyes of adults, it was just that the child had grown a little taller, so it wouldn't give Fang Ziye the opportunity to take on a lot of responsibilities.

Before leaving the operating room, Yuan Weihong glanced at his two students at the office door. Fang Ziye was still carefully working through the medical records and orders of the patients under his care, while Jie Han listened attentively, and Lan Tianluo listened intently.

After hesitating for a moment, Yuan Weihong walked in and waved to Lan Tianluo.

"Tianluo, come out for a moment," Yuan Weihong said softly.

Lan Tianluo, without suspicion, quickly stood up. Of average build, he greeted Teacher Yuan and then followed Yuan Weihong out.

Upon seeing this, Fang Ziye stopped speaking and then asked Jie Han, "Has Tianluo made any progress in the training room recently?"

If Lan Tianluo's progress is faster than Jie Han's, then that would be extraordinary.

Jie Han squinted and thought for a moment, then shook his head: "It seems not. Tianluo's basic operations and theories are somewhat weak."

……

Because he needed to go down to the operating room, Yuan Weihong only led Lan Tianluo into the nearest stairwell corridor, closed the door, and then nudged him with his back, asking, "Tianluo, what's going on here? Why did our hospital's residency training office receive a call from our university's School of Mathematics? Are they asking about you?!"

Yuan Weihong's gaze was filled with surprise.

To be honest, Zhongnan Hospital is the second clinical college of Wuhan University, which has absolutely nothing to do with the School of Mathematics in the Department of Arts and Sciences.

Furthermore, Lan Tianluo is not a medical student at this university. What is the connection between these two?
Ordinary community-based resident physicians are under the jurisdiction of the residency training office, so the residency training office called the residency training supervisor of the orthopedics department, who then asked Yuan Weihong to help inquire about this matter.

Lan Tianluo's eyes flickered at this moment: "Professor Yuan, the School of Mathematics has nothing to do with us, right?"

"If it's just a lecturer or associate professor from the Department of Mathematics asking, it's fine. But if it's a professor from the Department of Mathematics calling, we should ask a little more questions."

"Clinical medicine is your second degree? Mathematics and physics is your first major, right?" Yuan Weihong asked.

Seeing that he had been found out, Lan Tianlu nodded: "Teacher Yuan, it is basic mathematics and physics."

"Why?" Yuan Weihong asked, puzzled.

A math major should have an easy time finding a job, so for a professor from the School of Mathematics to specifically ask about the seemingly unrelated Second Clinical College's residency training office, Lan Tianluo must be quite extraordinary.

It was just that Yuan Weihong didn't have enough time; otherwise, he would have definitely looked up the name Lan Tianluo.

“Professor Yuan, I want to study medicine, but my parents enrolled me in the program. I'm progressing a bit faster in my current specialty, so I thought I'd come here to experience it and try to get a residency.”

“Now I can learn every day, go to clinical practice, and do surgeries. I’m very happy,” Lan Tianluo grinned. “You have a dream of becoming a doctor, but you don’t even want to be a mathematician?” Yuan Weihong retorted.

"how old are you?"

"Twenty-two," Lan Tianluo replied.

"So you were only fourteen years old eight years ago?" Yuan Weihong asked.

"No, no. Professor Yuan, I'm not as outstanding as Tsinghua University students. I chose mathematics as my undergraduate major," Lan Tianluo replied.

"Have you thought it through? A professor specifically called to ask about this. If you miss this opportunity, you might never have another chance," Yuan Weihong earnestly warned, feeling that Lan Tianlu was simply messing around.

Why wouldn't a perfectly good math major student switch to another subject and become a resident tutor here? Besides, Lan Tianluo can't work in the clinical field afterward; at most, he can only work in medical research.

Lan Tianlu nodded.

“If you were my son, I’d definitely give you a good beating.” Yuan Weihong made a gesture.

Lan Tianlu held it in both hands.

……

"Tianluo, what does Teacher Yuan want with you?" Jie Han asked when Lan Tianluo returned to his office.

"Give me a piece of my mind, you're too bad." Lan Tianluo's face was grim, as if he had just received a severe reprimand.

Jie Han turned his head and looked at Lan Tianluo: "My teacher can swear?"

"Brother Han, you and Brother Ye are both Teacher Yuan's beloved students, and I'm just a nobody?" Lan Tianluo said sourly.

Jie Han then stopped replying.

Fang Ziye finally found a sentence in the printed article and showed it to Jie Han: "Come and read this sentence. Is this what it means?"

"The use of nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs (NSAIDs) not only has anti-inflammatory and analgesic effects, but also some efficacy in preventing heterotopic ossification?"

Jie Han carefully browsed through it and said, "That's true, none of these things are included in the pharmacopoeia."

Lan Tianluo also leaned over and looked at it carefully, very attentively.

"The information recorded in the pharmacopoeia represents very mature drug effects, not just simple ones. The effects and mechanisms of action of each drug in the body are worthy of further exploration."

"You know metformin, right? It lowers blood sugar. Can you imagine that it has anti-tumor effects?" Fang Ziye had been reading a lot of literature recently, so he was explaining this to his two junior colleagues.

"Huh?" Lan Tianluo was slightly stunned.

"The efficacy of many drugs in medicine is actually full of uncertainty, so we need statistical methods and other tools to clarify them one by one. There is a lot that can be done and needs to be done." Fang Ziye put the literature back.

"Take a picture. You two should download or print it out when you get back and read this review article on the clinical efficacy of nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs carefully. It's very interesting." Fang Ziye circled the article's DOI and told the two of them to search for it when they got back.

Lan Tianluo and Jie Han quickly took photos, especially Lan Tianluo, whose pose was particularly steady and composed.

Then Lan Tianluo continued to follow Fang Ziye to review the postoperative medications for the patients. In the operating room, Fang Ziye had no place to stand, let alone the little Lan Tianluo.

I regret that I will never wear a white robe in this life, and that I will only travel around for three years.

This chapter is dedicated to a long-time reader. I hope you won't mind being a prototype for one of the supporting characters! Thank you.

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