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Chapter 479 Request for Consultation and Optimization (Please Subscribe)
"Can you explain the situation between Brother Nie and his wife clearly?" Li Yuanpei asked, somewhat surprised.

Fang Ziye didn't know Nie Mingxian very well, but he was certain of one thing: Nie Mingxian wouldn't be coerced by anyone, and no one could do that.

"Perhaps I can't explain it clearly," Fang Ziye said, not wanting to continue the topic.

He felt a great deal of regret. He had thought that Liu Guo in the emergency room would have a chance to keep Nie Mingxian in Wuhan, but he never expected that she might become the seed that would force him to leave.

"..."

After dealing with Han Jingyi's matter, Fang Ziye began to clean up his WeChat messages.

Wu Guonan, Enshi Central Hospital: "Dr. Fang, it's been a long time. Have you had some free time to come home for a visit and check on your family?"

“Our department has recently admitted several rather difficult cases. If you are not available, Dr. Fang, I will have them go to Wuhan for treatment.”

This is the way Yuan Weihong taught Fang Ziye to add notes. He will encounter more and more people in the future, and it is possible that there will be people with the same name.

To avoid confusion, it's best to ask about the other person's identity and position in advance and make a unified note of it. This is essential for work-related WeChat contacts.

"Director Wu, I'm sorry I haven't had time lately," Fang Ziye replied simply.

When Fang Ziye first received such a consultation invitation, he would make up a reason, but Yuan Weihong said, "Actually, you don't need to make a reason. How tiring it is for you to live like this?"
Go when you have time, and say you don't have time if you don't.

Xiong Zaigui from Jingshi People's Hospital: "Dr. Fang, I will be coming here for further training in October. I wonder if there are any things I should pay attention to? I would appreciate your guidance."

This wasn't the first time Fang Ziye had encountered this kind of problem.

Previously, when Bai Zhiwen from Yanshi People's Hospital inquired about matters related to further education, he also asked about this.

Fang Ziye initially sought advice from other senior students, such as Zhao Xinle and Wang Liang.

The two elder brothers explained a lot to Fang Ziye, but Fang Ziye only found out after asking his master that Bai Zhiwen actually wanted to ask Fang Ziye if he wanted to bring anything.

Things like renting a house, maintaining social distancing, and understanding the types of surgeries performed in the department.

Bai Zhiwen is a man in his thirties, an associate chief physician. Does he really need you, Fang Ziye, to explain this to him?

Fang Ziye then realized that he had done something "stupid".

"Brother Wen, there's nothing to worry about. Just come over when the time comes," Fang Ziye replied.

I saw Du Gang from Huangshi Central Hospital asking if there were any more training slots available this year, and hoping Fang Ziye could help.

"Brother Du, the issue of training quotas is not under my jurisdiction. You may need to inquire with Director Liu or the relevant departments of our hospital."

"I've been quite busy lately and haven't been able to learn about such high-level matters." Fang Ziye had no reason to get involved in anything related to the training quotas.

What kind of job does what kind of position? If someone suddenly barges out and interferes with who comes to take further education and who doesn't, what will happen to Director Du Xinzhan and Liu Huanglong?
……

"When you're poor, no one cares even in the bustling city; when you're rich, even distant relatives come to visit."

This statement holds true in any industry: if you are good enough, certain things will naturally come to you as your abilities improve.

This is especially true for the medical field, which has very high technological barriers.

Fang Ziye had never known before that he had so many messages to reply to every day.

This made me think about how many messages my teacher, Professor Deng Yong, had to clean up every day.

After spending over twenty minutes clearing through the information, Fang Ziye shook his head and checked the time; it was already 4:47 PM.

Unless there's a special emergency, I can leave work at this time.

However, before that, Fang Ziye wanted to ask his senior brother Yan Zhiming: "Senior brother, how was today's consultation? Nothing unusual, right?"

Yan Zhiming was my senior, and even though he went to the consultations in my place to practice, I would still ask about his condition from time to time.

First, Yan Zhiming was helping him out; second, Yan Zhiming's senior brother's skill level might still be limited, that's a fact.

Helping is a favor, and having limited skills is nothing to be ashamed of.

Everyone has limitations.

"No, Ziye, I can finish after I finish seeing this geriatrician."

“They are all chronic diseases, mainly joint pain. We have consulted with our trauma surgery department, and I have already notified Sister Qi from the joint surgery department to take another look.”

Of the five chief residents in orthopedics, only one is a woman, namely Yuan Shiqi from joint surgery.

"Thank you for your hard work, Brother Ming," Fang Ziye said politely.

"Ziye, you're already doing me a favor by letting me practice. No one else would ever have the opportunity I have."

"PhDs from other groups."

Yan Zhiming said, "Ziye, your senior brother understands."

If Fang Ziye hadn't been exceptionally capable, allowing Yan Zhiming a higher margin for error, it would have been impossible for him to let a PhD student take over as chief resident.

If Fang Ziye weren't his junior, would Fang Ziye give other doctoral students such training opportunities or not?

Instead of worrying too much, it's better to make the trip yourself.

After replying to the message, Fang Ziye stood up straight, tidied his white coat, carefully put his name tag into his pocket, put the white coat in the chief inpatient office, and then left.

Fang Ziye's white coat is N rabbit N cave.

Now that Fang Ziye is financially well-off, he has reserved his white coat in many departments, so he can take up his post at any time by wearing his name tag.

Fang Ziye himself remembers very clearly the emergency department, the emergency trauma center clinic, the hand surgery department, the spinal surgery department...

There is only one name tag.

"Tingzhu, you can go home now! Have you finished your experiment?" Fang Ziye texted Luo Tingzhu as he got off the elevator.

Luo Tingzhu replied instantly: "Senior brother, I can go home now. I'm watching Junior Brother Qiao Gui's experiment."

"It's almost finished now."

Qiao Gui is Du Qiao Gui, an academic master's student of Professor Deng Yong, and a classmate of Lan Tianluo, Liu Haihua, Cao Qiongan, and others.

Because he was an academic graduate student, Fang Ziye rarely went to the lab after returning, so I didn't have much contact with him.

Luo Tingzhu is very familiar with the people in the laboratory. Moreover, Luo Tingzhu may have been guided by Fang Ziye before, and now when she has free time, she will often take her junior brothers to do experiments together.

Having experienced hardships myself, I can better understand the difficulties faced by those who come after me.

"Who's still in the lab? Didn't Tianluo just leave?" Fang Ziye asked.

In the afternoon, Fang Ziye went to the training room, where Lan Tianluo said he had an experiment to do that evening.

"Yes, I just saw him."

"However, I heard from Li Yuanpei that Lan Tianluo hired an assistant from outside at his own expense."

“This thing is even bigger than you,” Luo Tingzhu suddenly said.

"???" Fang Ziye.

"Tingzhu, is she your senior sister or your girlfriend?" Fang Ziye asked seriously.

It's understandable that Lan Tianluo has the money to hire assistants, but Luo Tingzhu might have misunderstood. Lan Tianluo usually doesn't allow special people to get close to the group's current research projects.

"Then I don't know. Wait a minute, let me ask," Luo Tingzhu replied, and then didn't reply again. ...

When Fang Ziye saw Luo Tingzhu, Luo Tingzhu was looking around nervously at the laboratory entrance, occasionally holding her phone, seemingly very conflicted.

"What's wrong?" Fang Ziye stepped forward, holding an umbrella over Luo Tingzhu as he asked.

“Lan Tianluo really did find someone older than him,” Luo Tingzhu said.

"Forehead……"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye looked at Luo Tingzhu in surprise: "There's nothing wrong with a girl being older than a boy, right? I heard it's not by much."

After hearing this, Luo Tingzhu and Fang Ziye walked out of the laboratory building. Once on the road, as they stepped through the shadows cast by the leaves, Luo Tingzhu said, "Actually, I'm a little afraid of him."

"I have a bit of a sister complex."

Fang Ziye replied, "It's not as scary as you think. Besides, Tianluo is a free man, so his love life is of course free."

"The following year, Tianluo was twenty-four years old."

"That's true." Luo Tingzhu was deflated after hearing this; she herself would be almost twenty-six next year.

It has been almost two years since she came to the trauma surgery department.

Time can break through all the mundane, and it can also make all traces fade away.

Instead of cooking at home today, the two chose to go out for barbecue to treat themselves...

After finishing their meal, Luo Tingzhu said, "Senior brother, I just bought a projector today. We can watch movies at home, but I don't know if it will be able to be set up properly."

"When did you buy it? Has it arrived yet?" Fang Ziye asked.

"It arrived very quickly. I placed the order yesterday, and it's already been left at the station. I just don't know how well it will perform."

"After we go back from our walk, wait a while..." Luo Tingzhu's voice was interrupted by Fang Ziye's ringing phone.

Luo Tingzhu obediently shut up, somewhat regretfully.

When Fang Ziye's phone rang, it was almost never good news; it was mostly about patients getting injured.

"Brother Qi!" Fang Ziye said hurriedly after holding the phone to his ear.

The caller ID showed Wu Xuanqi.

It was the weekend, and Fang Ziye had no idea why Wu Xuanqi had called.

"Ziye, I've already sent Mingxian back to Zhongnan Hospital. Could you come over to our hospital's main campus?"

"We were working on the functional reconstruction, but we couldn't continue halfway through," Wu Xuanqi said quite sincerely over the phone.

This means that Fang Ziye's presence would be crucial; if Fang Ziye didn't go, the surgery would be difficult to complete properly.

"Did Brother Nie go back with you for surgery today? That explains why I didn't see him," Fang Ziye replied, seemingly unrelated to the question.

Wu Xuanqi said, "Don't mention it. The reason this surgery went wrong today is because of you, Brother Nie. He said he was feeling depressed and wanted to do a difficult surgery to clear his mind."

"To find solace in my emotions, to temporarily set aside my sadness..."

"It's a very good idea to put our hopes on it now, and it's also a good idea to put it aside for now."

Fang Ziye: "..."

No, is Nie Mingxian, who is very 'aloof' when he is with himself, always so flirtatious when he is with Wu Xuanqi?
"Ziye, you have to find a way to come and save the day. If there's an emergency room there, I'll personally take you back!" Wu Xuanqi's attitude was firm.

"Okay, wait for me a moment."

"What about the procedures?" Fang Ziye asked again.

“You don’t need to worry about the formalities. You’re not the surgeon here, so you don’t need to go through the procedures. Of course, if you want to, you can,” Wu Xuanqi said.

Fang Ziye replied "okay" again and then hung up the phone.

This time, although Fang Ziye didn't turn on the speakerphone, Luo Tingzhu was not far from him and heard the conversation clearly. She sighed and said, "Senior brother, it's okay, you can go."

"I've picked up the package. We'll pack it later or tomorrow."

Wu Xuanqi wouldn't have made such a call on behalf of Tongji Hospital unless the situation had become extremely difficult.

During the surgery, Fang Ziye was asked to come and finish up. This matter will definitely be found out by Deng Yong and others later.

This was a matter that could no longer be concealed, which is why a consultation was requested.

"Then you go back first. I'll take a taxi here. I need to tell my master later." Fang Ziye made a decisive decision.

As the chief resident, even if I have to leave the hospital on the weekend, I still need to make sure everyone is taken care of.

If Yuan Weihong says he cannot leave, then Fang Ziye will directly change his mother's location and stay in the department to the death.

There's no other reason than that Yuan Weihong was Fang Ziye's direct superior.

Liu Huanglong was only the administrative director of the ward, and was not in the same professional group as Fang Ziye, so there was no direct jurisdictional relationship between them.

Luo Tingzhu said, "Senior brother, let me see you to your car. It's not far from home, and I'm familiar with this place."

Fang Ziye nodded and then found Yuan Weihong's phone number and dialed it.

After the call connected, Fang Ziye explained briefly, and Yuan Weihong agreed: "Remember not to turn off your phone."

"Before you leave, call Wang Yuanqi to prepare him mentally. If you encounter any special circumstances, he should call me or Professor Deng immediately."

"Also, this time we can be more thorough."

"After all, Professor Duan has been working on the clinical topic of trauma for a longer period of time and has accumulated his own expertise."

"Perhaps if you have a few more private interactions with him, Professor Duan's team will figure it out on their own."

Upon hearing Yuan Weihong's words, Fang Ziye quickly said, "Master, this time it's a functional reconstruction surgery, not a limb-saving surgery that causes damage."

"Strictly speaking, functional reconstruction surgery does not actually belong to the category of traditional trauma surgery, but rather has a similar effect to the treatment of peripheral nerve injuries in hand surgery."

"The reason why many people in the department cannot perform functional reconstruction surgery well is because they lack basic skills in hand surgery, not because they are not qualified."

Trauma surgery does not have high requirements for suturing techniques.

However, this low level is destined to limit the upper limit and achievements of many trauma surgeons in functional reconstruction.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong instantly understood, as if he had been given a complete awakening. His voice was slightly sharp: "So, in just this short time on the phone, you're lecturing your master?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye hurriedly said, "Master, no, aren't we discussing a research topic? You've forgotten, our research group is also collecting the learning curves of many teachers in the animal laboratory, and these are the conclusions we've drawn."

Knowing that Yuan Weihong valued his reputation, Fang Ziye quickly took a roundabout approach.

"That's more like it." Yuan Weihong hung up the phone.

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu exchanged a glance, but neither of them said anything.

Just then, Fang Ziye's taxi arrived, and Luo Tingzhu waved her slender, delicate right hand, her fingers moving nimbly...

"Senior brother, come back soon."

(End of this chapter)