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Fang Ziye finally counted out 192 cards.

This figure exceeded Fang Ziye's expectations, but it's difficult to trace how the figure came about.

After texting his mentor Yuan Weihong to confirm that the money was acceptable, Fang Ziye deposited all the cash into his card.

Carrying too much cash on you is inconvenient.

Fang Ziye felt completely relaxed and comfortable after leaving the self-service branch where the ATM was located.

After taking a breath of fresh air, the cool breeze from the air conditioner refreshed Fang Ziye, who felt instantly invigorated.

As she walked, carrying her bag, she dialed Luo Tingzhu's number: "Are you awake so early?"

"I haven't checked in yet."

On Saturday, Luo Tingzhu was free. Her voice was clear and soft: "Senior brother, I've finished breakfast. I'll read some literature for a while and get ready to leave for the airport at any time."

"Working so hard? I heard from others that they spend their weekends getting beauty sleep." Fang Ziye was in a good mood and wanted to share his joy with Luo Tingzhu.

I could still hear the sound of Luo Tingzhu clicking her mouse; she was probably reading a document while chatting on amplified.

"Senior, have you ever heard of a medical student having time for beauty sleep?"

"I'm just taking a quick look. I need to collect experimental data soon, and I'm trying to learn from others to write a better paper."

"Click, click." After saying that, the clicking sound of clicking the mouse came from Luo Tingzhu's side again.

Fang Ziye knew that Luo Tingzhu had highlighted the key points in someone else's article.

Luo Tingzhu's reading habits were more meticulous than Fang Ziye's. She would circle the well-written parts and add her own annotations. Occasionally, she would summarize these things for future use.

"What did you have for breakfast today? Hot dry noodles again?" Fang Ziye asked.

"No, I went downstairs and bought a steamed bun, ate a boiled egg, and drank a glass of milk."

"There are also small steamed buns worth one yuan."

"Senior brother, didn't you say last night that you might be back a little late? Why did you change your mind this morning?" Luo Tingzhu wanted to study but also wanted to chat.

This is a "superpower" that the two of them have developed over time: they can do their own things, but they can still chat occasionally.

It can be said that he has taken multitasking to the extreme.

Occasionally, Luo Tingzhu would jokingly say that if others knew they used this ability in this way, they might be killed by their thoughts.

Fang Ziye's answer was definitely yes.

……

Fang Ziye's main purpose was still to share.

Upon hearing that Fang Ziye had just deposited money, Luo Tingzhu's mouse clicked and landed on the desktop, her attention becoming incredibly focused.
"so much?"

"Senior brother, will there be any problems?" Luo Tingzhu's first thought was whether Fang Ziye would be tricked.

It's fine to get paid for performing surgeries, but you can't get paid for things you shouldn't, otherwise that's also problematic.

"Probably not. I asked my master, and he initially thought it was too much too."

"But my master said it's okay, after all, this is a skill that I don't have. The main reason is that the two patients contacted by the Sixth Hospital this time are from relatively well-off families."

"This morning, Teacher Zhang here said that after the other party saw the amputee upon admission, they wanted to give more, but they didn't accept it and also refused on my behalf," Fang Ziye said with a smile.

Luo Tingzhu pondered for a moment after hearing this, then let out a long, soft "hmm."

“The kind of injuries that require amputation at the Sixth People’s Hospital of Shanghai must be quite serious. Professor Yuan said we should take it if we can.”

"Senior brother, you're amazing! Let me think... 19,200 yuan is enough for three-fifths of your salary."

"Senior brother, does this mean you've already entered the ranks of mature physicians ahead of schedule?" Luo Tingzhu's tone was slightly envious, somewhat admiring, and even a little cute.

What does it mean to be considered a mature doctor?
Even highly experienced doctors can earn a decent salary. For example, Professor Deng Yong, a chief physician at a prefecture-level city hospital, can easily earn 400,000 to 500,000 yuan a year.

Of course, their annual salary includes not only departmental income, but also fees for freelance work, academic attendance, lectures, and so on.

However, junior doctors don't receive this money. They earn very little. It's considered very impressive for a recent graduate with a professional master's degree to earn over 10,000 yuan a month.

A PhD student fares slightly better, earning over ten thousand yuan a month.

But with this monthly salary, without family wealth, a 30-year-old PhD will face no less pressure from all sides.

However, once you reach your forties, the pressure in this area will be much less, and your income will be stable and double.

If Fang Ziye were willing now, he could probably easily earn over 100,000 yuan a month just by performing scalpel surgeries.

A monthly income of 100,000 yuan is less than the pocket money of a rich kid, but it is definitely the ceiling for the average person.

"You can't take this kind of money every day; it's just a relatively important milestone in life."

"I originally thought my first remote consultation surgery would be at a prefecture-level city hospital or even a county hospital, but I didn't expect..." Fang Ziye proudly showed off.

It's not easy for Fang Ziye to express his joy in front of others, but in front of Luo Tingzhu, it's perfectly fine for him to occasionally boast a little and show off his presence.

……

When Fang Ziye saw Luo Tingzhu at the airport exit, he quickly walked up to her and took the parasol she was holding!

Then, looking at the sweat on Luo Tingzhu's forehead and face, and her sweat-dampened bangs, she felt a pang of heartache and said, "If the weather is like this again next time, don't come to pick me up."

The airport exit passage is not enclosed and has no air conditioning.

The summers in Seoul are truly awful. In August, Seoul is like a steamer, with hot winds blowing in your face, almost drying you out.

Luo Tingzhu wiped the sweat from her face with a tissue and said with a sheepish smile, "Senior brother, I think we should buy a car next time."

"Did you get your driver's license?" Fang Ziye asked.

“No, but there are a lot of senior students in the department with driver’s licenses, so I’ll hurry up and sign up too. Or you could drive to the airport, park it, and then drive it back,” Luo Tingzhu said.

"Originally," Luo Tingzhu hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

Fang Ziye understood Luo Tingzhu's meaning and explained, "Originally, Lan Tianluo was going to go to Shanghai with me, and I had made all the arrangements, but he also had his own plans."

As Fang Ziye spoke, he started hailing a taxi and moved to the side with Luo Tingzhu to avoid blocking other people: "Tingzhu, you shouldn't have too much of a problem with Tianluo. It's normal for him to have a complete family."

Luo Tingzhu nodded, and then simply smiled at Fang Ziye.

After arriving at Zhongnan Hospital, Luo Tingzhu volunteered to work in the lab as a competitive little devil, and asked Fang Ziye to take her to the entrance of the lab building.

He waved and swayed: "Senior, go put your things down and hurry up and become the dedicated General Manager Fang in the department."

"Although we've finished rounds, we're still busy in the department. The weekend is the most important time for you to review medical records and prescriptions, so don't waste it."

Luo Tingzhu was previously Fang Ziye's best chief resident assistant, then the position was handed over to Li Yuanpei, and now it has been transferred to the newly recruited PhDs Shu Lang and Qiao Fei. Fang Ziye is very familiar with Shu Lang, but his understanding of Qiao Fei is not yet in-depth; he has only heard from people in the department that Qiao Fei has a very good foundation in basic skills, comparable to Xiong Jinhuan…

Fang Ziye went home to put down his luggage, quickly washed and dried his clothes in the washing machine, and then rushed to the department.

The department was not the relaxed atmosphere of a weekend that I had imagined; instead, it was personally overseen by associate professors such as Yuan Weihong and Peng Long.

Several attending physicians were urging their junior doctors to revise the medical records.

Fang Ziye, dressed in his white coat and wearing his chief resident badge, appeared at the office door. Yuan Weihong, who was sitting sideways with his back leaning back and legs crossed, raised his chin.

Next door, Associate Professor Chen Fang teased, "Hey, Brother Wei, your beloved student Ziye is finally back."

Fang Ziye heard Chen Fang's teasing and walked in with a smile, calling out, "Master, Teacher Chen, Teacher Peng."

Yuan Weihong and the others put their legs down, then stood up and circled Fang Ziye twice.

Meanwhile, the other doctoral and master's students in the department were all casting strange glances at them—

In the medical field, specifically in orthopedics.

Are professors and chief physicians impressive?
It's definitely awesome, but we need to see just how awesome it is.

In orthopedics, being able to consult and perform surgeries at places like Jishuitan Hospital or Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital is pretty impressive, isn't it?

Let me tell you, the orthopedic consultation and surgery between Zhongnan Hospital and Shanghai No. 6 Hospital is equivalent to a specialist lecturer being invited to give a professional course at Tsinghua University.

This is like a heifer lying down, it's incredibly awesome!

To put it simply, in the entire Zhongnan Hospital, if you count one department after another, you can find very few, at most no more than three, who can go to Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital for consultations and surgeries.

No one would invite you. What you can do, others can do too, and even if they can't, their skill level is about the same. Why would they invite you?
A poor man with 300 yuan grovels before a rich man with 500 yuan.
Quiet.

Quiet.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Then Li Yuanpei led a round of thunderous applause: "Brother Ye is awesome! Brother Ye is mighty!"

The newly arrived junior apprentice, Gong Luoyuan, immediately chimed in: "A giant with a youthful face."

Gong Luoyuan is 1.9 meters tall and has a loud voice, making him stand out in the crowd.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he was lightly kicked.

The new guy doesn't know the rules. Don't you know what you can and can't say?
Gong Luoyuan was instantly squeezed to the back of the crowd, only his aggrieved head and small eyes showing.

"How are you feeling?" Yuan Weihong's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and at this moment he didn't act like a teacher, but more like a curious child.

This is a blind spot for most doctors.

Since even Duan Hong and Deng Yong couldn't get the experience from him, Yuan Weihong naturally wanted to experience it first, just in case Fang Ziye took him there later, and he could brag about it.

Oh no, it's not that saying "really awesome" is an excuse, is it?

Fang Ziye never expected to receive such a high-level "welcome" upon his return.

Chen Fang and Peng Long also stared wide-eyed with curiosity, their expressions seemingly calm, but their breathing was slightly rapid.

There was no lavish feast or celebratory banquet, but his master's performance and the looks from his superiors were the best form of 'recognition' he could receive.

"Master, to be honest, I was very nervous the whole way there. Once we got there, I was only thinking about getting things done."

"After the surgery, when I went to rest, I felt like the experience of last night was a dream, and it didn't seem very real."

"After I went back to the hotel and checked the resumes and qualifications of those professors, I realized that I really am very bold!" Fang Ziye said.

It's not that I'm still scared, but I really feel like I've been forced into this situation.

It's not that Fang Ziye is exaggerating, but any one of the professors at Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital could probably set up a top-notch trauma surgery department.

They come together to form the trauma surgery department of the Sixth People's Hospital of Shanghai. Try separating them.

After the separation, the orthopedics department of Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital will become a relatively ordinary hospital and department, never to regain its current glory.

These professors are truly masters in their fields, whether in terms of experience, skill level, surgical volume, reputation, or scientific research.

Even if Fang Ziye had a cheat code and didn't rely on damage, he would still be just a junior in their eyes.

As I said before, in a popular field, the reason why other hospitals have succeeded is because of their strong capabilities and solid foundation, taking steady and solid steps, which is something you can't achieve by studying hard for years.

The accumulation of history is also a form of accumulation.

“Okay, that’s very true.” Yuan Weihong nodded.

Then she started to greet Fang Ziye: "Come on, everyone, tell me what you want to eat for lunch. Don't try to save money for your brother Ye."

“If he’s not going to eat, you guys go and eat his portion.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said, "Master, am I treating again?"

Yuan Weihong's eyes widened: "What do you mean 'again'? You don't want to invite me?"

Some good things deserve a treat, such as publishing a high-scoring paper, getting a promotion and a raise, or getting married.

For most people, this kind of thing happens only once every year or two, or even three to five years. But after Fang Ziye returned to China, he hosted many banquets for them.

Professor Deng Yong mentioned last time that he was treating everyone to a meal, and Fang Ziye would pay the bill.

This time, with Professor Deng Yong gone, Yuan Weihong actually learned this trick.

"No, no, Master, I'd like to treat you to a meal." Fang Ziye quickly shook his head.

The significance of this surgery trip wasn't about how much money I earned from it. It was about its profound meaning.

Yuan Weihong patted Fang Ziye on the shoulder: "That's right, that's a good boy. You have to treat us, Ziye."

Then, Yuan Weihong looked at the others and said, "It's a deal, everyone, don't leave at noon."

"We've already ripped off the big spenders for you..."

As Yuan Weihong was speaking, the phone rang. He answered it and immediately said, "Ziye, could you call a few people downstairs? My coffee has arrived."

"There are quite a lot of them, could you please help me get them?"

"Now, the meal is arranged, the drinks are arranged, and the work needs to be done and done well."

"If there are any problems, report to Chief Resident Fang Ziye. We'll be waiting for you at the restaurant."

After Yuan Weihong finished speaking, he called out to Chen Fang and Peng Long to go out, presumably to find a place to light some mosquito coils.

(End of this chapter)