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Chapter 475 Help Save Someone (Please Subscribe)

“Every change that happens in the department is a drain on its own foundation.” Deng Yong’s voice was not loud, but it had a deafening quality.

Fang Ziye remained silent.

To be honest, although Fang Ziye is an orthopedic surgeon, he doesn't have a deep understanding or communication with his teachers and colleagues in the hand surgery department.

While they didn't share a deep bond, Deng Yong's generation still closely connected hand surgery and trauma surgery.

At that time, Deng Yong was probably still Professor Ni Yaoping's junior fellow student.

Later, as the family business grew larger and the departments became more bloated, and the types of diseases treated in hand surgery and trauma surgery became increasingly intertwined, the idea of ​​splitting up arose.

Although Fang Ziye couldn't understand Deng Yong's emotions, Fang Ziye came from the countryside.

The principle of "first-generation relatives, second-generation representatives" is still understandable...

Just as Deng Yong was about to continue speaking, Fang Ziye's phone suddenly rang. Deng Yong then pursed his lips again.

Fang Ziye answered the phone in front of Deng Yong, "Brother Qi, okay, okay, I'll be right there."

Fang Ziye hung up the phone and looked up: "Master, a trauma patient has come to the emergency operating room. Brother Qi asked me to go down and take a look."

"Go on!" Deng Yong waved his hand and then picked up his teacup and gulped down a mouthful.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye walked out slowly, carefully closed the door, and then strode and jogged towards the emergency operating room in the emergency department...

"Brother Qi, are you the only one here?" Fang Ziye asked after entering the emergency operating room and seeing only Wang Yuanqi.

The patient hasn't entered the emergency operating room yet; they're probably doing all the pre-operative preparations.

"Ziye, we have an emergency crush injury coming in, involving only one lower limb."

“Tianluo went home, Xian-ge went on a date, and Wei-ge has a drinking party at noon. I thought about it and decided to call you anyway,” Wang Yuanqi explained, while also bringing the patient’s lower limb CT scans into the operating room beforehand.

On weekdays, Wang Yuanqi handles almost all emergency surgeries. If a "simple" invasive injury is encountered, Nie Mingxian, Lan Tianluo, or Yuan Weihong will be the surgeons.

What a coincidence today!
Fang Ziye was glad he had returned, but then he thought that if he hadn't returned, his master probably wouldn't have gone out to treat everyone to a meal.

"It's alright, Brother Qi!"

“Brother Qi, after you graduate from the hospital, you can also go and learn it.” Fang Ziye said with a smile as he walked to Wang Yuanqi’s side.

Wang Yuanqi stopped dwelling on that and instead inquired, "Ziye, how exactly can this CT scan accurately capture the trajectory of nerves and blood vessels?"

"Especially in this kind of messy damage!"

The most important skill for a clinic in the trauma center is diagnostic ability. However, Wang Yuanqi's current skills in interpreting medical images are all stuck at level 4 or below.

Reading routine injuries is no problem at all, and even reading nerves and blood vessels in simple CT scans is no problem under Fang Ziye's guidance.

However, it is difficult to distinguish them in actual practice.

It's atypical; to adapt to changing circumstances, you need a strong foundation of knowledge.

After revealing his ulterior motives, Wang Yuanqi asked, "Ziye, did I disturb you just now?"

Wang Yuanqi had ulterior motives. He called Fang Ziye in advance, hoping that Fang Ziye could teach him more before the patient entered the operating room.

"It's nothing, Brother Qi. I was just chatting with Master."

"When interpreting CT scans, you need to familiarize yourself with the anatomical structures step by step. First, check for any damage, then look at the anatomy and layers..."

"These are all old news."

"If we want to find nerves and blood vessels in damaged soft tissue, we first need to find the normal structures, right?"

"Proximal, distal, discontinuous, it definitely means there's nerve and blood vessel damage..."

Fang Ziye felt he had explained things very clearly, but in reality, he was looking at the issue from a higher perspective.

In fact, Wang Yuanqi hasn't taken that step yet!
A long time ago, when Fang Ziye's film reading skills reached level 4, it surprised many people.

Image reading sounds simple; it's the most basic skill in clinical practice. But even this basic skill can stump a lot of people and requires gradual practice.

After Fang Ziye and Wang Yuanqi explained and analyzed in detail for a while, Wang Yuanqi slowly nodded.

Wang Yuanqi still had many questions in his mind, but since the patient had already come in, he swallowed the questions that were on the tip of his tongue.

After making another phone call to the on-call doctor in the department, the preparations for the surgery could be considered to have begun.

Two assistants arrived, one of whom was Xiong Jinhuan.

Upon seeing Fang Ziye, Xiong Jinhuan was overjoyed and became even more cooperative.

As everyone knows, Fang Ziye is the person in the department with the most profound skills in treating traumatic injuries and the most detailed teaching experience.

After officially starting the performance, Xiong Jinhuan, while sucking blood, asked with a smile, "Brother Ye, I heard from Tianluo that you gave him the theoretical secret technique?"

"I don't know what this is. Could you show it to me?"

Fang Ziye lowered his head and operated carefully, instructing Wang Yuanqi on how to simulate wound cleaning while replying, "Didn't I give you Tianluo already?"

Fang Ziye transformed the theory into two categories in a form that was easier for him to understand. He gave one category to his master, Yuan Weihong, and the other to Lan Tianluo.

Xiong Jinhuan frankly said, "I don't really understand it; the data is a bit confusing."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye raised his head and gave Xiong Jinhuan a strange look.

No, brother!
You were given the normal theory, and you were also given Lan Tianluo's set of theories.

What else do you want? You don't want me to design a theoretical explanation like Lan Tianluo's, break down the theory again, and feed it to you, do you?

That can't be right. Fang Ziye is paying his junior brother Jie Han's share bit by bit.

The main approach was to relay the questions to Jiehan one by one, and the process of Jiehan resolving these questions was actually a process of learning the theory.

Xiong Jinhuan immediately said, "Brother Ye, it's alright, it's alright."

Xiong Jinhuan also realized that his request was a bit excessive, so he forced a smile. He was simply doing this based on the principle that asking more questions wouldn't hurt.

Wang Yuanqi then cleverly interjected, "Ziye, Jinhuan is quite good. Her operational fundamentals are more solid than Yuanpei's."

Fang Ziye nodded: "Yes, Huan-ge has always been excellent."

The facts must be acknowledged.

If it weren't for Fang Ziye's extraordinary encounter, Xiong Jinhuan would be someone Fang Ziye would envy now.

However, because of the enthusiasm and eagerness to learn of Xiong Jinhuan and Wang Yuanqi, Fang Ziye broke down the subsequent surgical procedures in even greater detail, striving to ensure that the two could hear them more clearly.

Naturally, the more detailed the surgical explanation, the longer the surgery will take.

Although this will delay the patient's surgery time, it won't cause any major problems.

……

"Ziye, I'm going back to the emergency room to take a nap. I have to work the night shift later!" After leaving the operating room, Wang Yuanqi rubbed his eyes and said goodbye to Fang Ziye.

"Brother Qi, go and rest first, and take care of yourself." "Call me anytime if you need anything."

Those who have suffered should never forget the hardships they endured on their journey.

Fang Ziye had also worked in the emergency trauma center and knew that the work pace there was very fast. He couldn't just skip this step and think, "I can handle it, so why are you complaining about being wronged?"
"Of course, I won't stand on ceremony with you today, nor would I dare to." Wang Yuanqi walked away without looking back.

He really didn't dare to be polite anymore.

I didn't get off work until 8 a.m., and the surgery started at 11:40 a.m. I'm finishing surgery now, and I have to go back to work around 7 p.m. tonight.

A little less formality means you can sleep an extra minute.

When he's exhausted, even sleeping for just one more minute is something Wang Yuanqi strives for.

At 4:50 p.m., when Fang Ziye walked wearily out of the operating room, he was not greeted with a welcome ceremony or a sign of hardship.

Instead, it was his master, Yuan Weihong, who sent him a long bill!

8800!

Luckily, the boss rounded down the price, otherwise it would have been 8871.
It's quite a lot, but if you count the twenty or thirty people in the department, plus the drinks, it's not actually that outrageous.

Fang Ziye felt a pang of regret that a single meal had cost him almost half of the 'consultation and surgery fees' he had spent.

Fang Ziye obediently transferred the money to Yuan Weihong and thanked him, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, Master!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong replied, "Of course!"

"Ziye, this money was actually saved up, and everyone will have to pay it back in the future."

"What are you doing? I packed one for you, so you can feel a little involved," Yuan Weihong joked.

Fang Ziye raised his fist as if to hit someone, but then said that he had just come out of the operating room.

“It’s in the chief inpatient’s office,” Yuan Weihong said.

Yuan Weihong actually packed a portion for Fang Ziye and placed it in the chief resident's office. However, it wasn't leftovers, but three complete boxes.

It's very simple: a box of rice, a box of roast goose, and a box of vegetable platter.

After Fang Ziye sent the pictures to Luo Tingzhu, Luo Tingzhu, who had been scheduled to have experiments and was planning to eat takeout in the lab while waiting for the results, went downstairs, bought a box of rice, and rushed over!
The packaging box is very large, probably containing at least a quarter of a large roast goose.

"Is it good?" Fang Ziye asked, putting down his chopsticks as he watched Luo Tingzhu carefully purse her lips, her left cheek puffing out with food in her mouth.

Luo Tingzhu nodded.

“This lump of meat of yours costs five hundred!” Fang Ziye said.

Upon hearing this, Luo Tingzhu stopped chewing, stretched her neck slightly, and widened her pupils, as if she wanted to spit out the five hundred yuan.

The roast goose only costs a dozen or so yuan in total, but the average price is indeed over five hundred yuan.

Fang Ziye felt a little sorry for Luo Tingzhu, so he explained the whole story. Only then did Luo Tingzhu obediently swallow the meat in her mouth and stick out her tongue.
"Senior brother, you just scared me! I thought you'd been tricked!"

"This lump of meat costs over 500."

"Just kidding," Fang Ziye said with a smile.

She decided in her heart not to make such jokes again, and asked again, "Tingzhu, are you able to make your monthly payments now?"

Luo Tingzhu had already bought a house, and this was her third month paying the mortgage.

"Of course, no problem." Luo Tingzhu smiled, looking every bit the wealthy young woman...

Fang Ziye also mentioned that he wanted to buy a house, hoping to have two relatively low-interest mortgages before getting married, since he would buy one after having children anyway.

Upon hearing the words "children," Luo Tingzhu's face flushed slightly. She secretly glanced at Fang Ziye but didn't notice anything strange about him.

He then said, "We can go and take a look."

"Senior, are you really planning to apply for associate professor this year? Do you know who might be pushed out if you succeed?" Luo Tingzhu asked.

Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes slightly.

Every year, the number of associate professor positions in each specialty is limited, and the selection process is based on merit, just like the number of positions available for hospitalization—there are only a few more!

A thousand troops and horses cross a single-plank bridge, each relying on their own abilities.

Fang Ziye hadn't really heard of it, so he shook his head. Knowing that his wife was somewhat skilled at gathering information, he asked, "Do you know Tingzhu?"

“Yes, Professor Wang Tengzhi from the Joint Surgery Department.” Luo Tingzhu nodded.

"Professor Yang Wenzheng from the Hand Surgery Department and Professor Xiao Xue from the Orthopedics Department!"

Fang Ziye knew a little about these people, including Xiao Xue from the Department of Bone Tumor and Yang Wenzheng from the Department of Hand Surgery, and had even met them before.

Xiao Xuejie, from the Department of Bone Tumors, is one of only two female doctors in the hospital. Her current focus is on chemotherapy regimens for bone tumors.

"Who is Brother Wang Tengzhi? He sounds unfamiliar. I didn't hear of him when I did my rotation in the joint surgery department!" Fang Ziye asked.

Luo Tingzhu shook her head: "I don't know when you went to the joint surgery department, but this Teacher Wang is related to Dean Wang."

"Moreover, he comes from a wealthy family and studied abroad at his own expense during his master's degree. He only returned to work after graduating with his doctorate!"

"There are only three positions for associate professor in orthopedics this year. Wang Tengzhi is the least senior, but if you get the position, then Professor Wang won't have a chance..."

"So, if you want to know whether what Dean Wang said to you before was just empty promises or genuine interest in your talent."

"Perhaps this is the clue," Luo Tingzhu said.

Fang Ziye nodded slowly: "Tingzhu, you have such a meticulous mind. You're not as silly as you say you are."

Upon hearing this, Luo Tingzhu lowered her head, picked up a piece of meat, and did not reply.

After taking a small bite, she whispered, "Senior brother, I only recently became stupid!"

"Actually, it's very difficult for girls to do anything during their university years, including research."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye felt a chill run down his spine.

There are also very famous female academics in academia.

Han City University is a university, and Zhongnan Hospital is a hospital. It's not that such people don't exist here, but rather that Fang Ziye encountered a few good teachers.

But even the good deeds of Yuan Weihong, Deng Yong, and others are conditional.

Luo Tingzhu was able to do so well before; if she hadn't been smarter, she probably would have suffered a lot long ago.

However, before the two could exchange more than a few words, Fang Ziye's long-dormant emergency consultation call rang again.

The dinner party wasn't over yet, it wasn't even halfway through!

This time, the call wasn't from Wang Yuanqi or Xie Jinyuan, but from Liu Faming, the chief resident of vascular surgery.

"Mr. Fang, we'd really appreciate it if you could come down quickly and help rescue someone!"

(End of this chapter)