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Chapter 490: A News Flash (Please Subscribe)
This is life and the human world!
Different people with different identities doing the same thing can give people completely different impressions, and many things cannot be generalized.

Wu Xuanqi suddenly had a whimsical idea and said, "Brother Xian, if you really manage to lure Liu Guo out, will Professor Qian go berserk?"

Wu Xuanqi didn't wait for Nie Mingxian's answer and asked himself, "This seems quite interesting."

"How interesting it is for a professor to look angry but helpless, and to be like that?"

If Nie Mingxian were someone else, Professor Qian Zhong would have had the means to deal with him, but if this person is Nie Mingxian, Professor Qian Zhong might not dare to take action!

If Nie Mingxian intended to stay in orthopedics, neither Professor Du Xinzhan, nor Liu Huanglong, nor Deng Yong would stand idly by.

Even without them, Professor Qian Zhong, given Nie Mingxian's current achievements, you should examine whether your own accomplishments are worthy of comparison with Nie Mingxian's!
Nie Mingxian glanced at Wu Xuanqi and said, "What the hell is going on in your head?"

Wu Xuanqi said directly, "Brother Xian, stop pretending to be high and mighty. I don't believe you don't have such thoughts."

“I remember the methods your mentor taught you back in Enshi very well.”

"It's ingrained in my bones!"

Wu Xuanqi directly exposed the trick he used back then. Last year in Enshi, Wu Xuanqi was the one who acted like a scoundrel. Wu Xuanqi went directly to the Enshi Central Hospital to cause trouble.

But the person who actually offered advice was naturally not Wu Xuanqi.

The phrase "acting as if and not acting" perfectly encapsulates the essence of the performance.

They want to break the contract, demand compensation from the company, and ultimately act like a hypocrite.

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian glanced at Wu Xuanqi and said, "Brother Qi, put your hand on your chest and tell me, if I hadn't extricated myself from this matter in time, do you think I would be as carefree as I am now?"

"I wish I had never been in that puddle."

"Besides, you saw the news about the performance in Enshi a while ago."

"They've even come up with methods for fabricating mental illnesses and detaining people out of thin air. You don't want me to be treated like this, do you?" Nie Mingxian retorted helplessly.

Nie Mingxian was indeed subjected to 'irregular' surgery. If he hadn't withdrawn in time, what would have happened to him if he had been investigated later?
Is his future ruined?
When the authorities cannot trace back to intervene, your excuse of being forced into it will no longer hold water.

I was forced to take preemptive action, but that's another story—I was fired from the hospital because of that.

Wu Xuanqi said, "The three of us are all from Enshi, so let's not complain to our families. All I can say is, there's still a lot we need to improve on there..."

Just as they were chatting, Lan Tianluo walked in from outside with a bag on his back, his tone urgent: "Senior brother, Qi-ge, Xian-ge, what's the result?"

Compared to Wu Xuanqi and Nie Mingxian, Lan Tianluo's motivation for becoming a doctor is perhaps purer; he truly loves medicine, which is why he chose this profession.

Therefore, Lan Tianluo is very interested in and willing to put his heart and soul into any technology or innovation that can make a difference in this field.

Lan Tianluo is enjoying the pleasure of relieving people's pain.

"We are currently waiting for the results of the arterial and venous blood draws."

"Look at the other data yourself. The blood oxygen level is higher than we expected..." Nie Mingxian replied.

Fang Ziye then relayed his discovery to Lan Tianluo.

"Anything produced by Senior Brother is bound to be of the highest quality." Lan Tianlu sincerely flattered him.

Then they began registering the test data previously recorded by Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi.

The raw data recorded in this way is extremely important every time.

This modified device will definitely need further adjustments in the future, such as adjusting the flow rate and volume based on the patient's gender, the distinction between upper and lower limbs, and the diameter of the limbs!
The debugging process relies on these seemingly insignificant pieces of relevant data.

Wu Xuanqi and Nie Mingxian stopped joking and very carefully reported the data they had recorded to Lan Tianluo one by one.

Only when two sets of data are absolutely identical will they be recorded.

This is to avoid any one person's bias. Although Wu Xuanqi and Nie Mingxian are not such people, the corresponding principles still need to be followed.

This is the most basic quality of scientific researchers.

Fang Ziye had no data to report, so he simply watched the three of them work from the sidelines, his mind wandering.

Once this small device is released, it will change the status quo of the entire industry, and it can also change the 'status quo' of the traditional medicine industry...

"Little bunny, thank you for your efforts." After the data was recorded and the results of the arterial and venous blood sampling were available, the four of them observed a moment of silence for the euthanized bunny.

That concludes their data collection for this time.

The next step is a relatively simple limb replantation procedure.

Limbs severed from the body for more than six hours were grouped into groups based on six hours, twelve hours, eighteen hours, and twenty-four hours for replantation, and the postoperative recovery effects were observed.

The most important aspect of rehabilitation is whether the severed limb can survive after surgery.

But that's not something we need to solve right now. The most important thing now is to get the raw data working properly and then obtain more of these miniature circulatory devices for subsequent animal experiments.

More haste less speed.

The four were about to move to a quiet meeting room when Wu Xuanqi had already arranged for snacks and coffee.

However, Fang Ziye's phone rang again.

Nie Mingxian, Lan Tianluo, and the other two looked at Fang Ziye with pitying eyes. It was obvious that Fang Ziye would be absent from this full witnessing due to other matters.

But the three of them may be able to witness the entire process of debugging and launching the new micro circulator.

"It's Professor Liu calling, let me answer it first." Fang Ziye shook his phone screen.

"Go ahead, Ziye."

“The rest, we can handle,” Nie Mingxian said confidently.

This is Nie Mingxian's affirmation of his own abilities, and also his hope that Fang Ziye can rest assured.

Fang Ziye first walked out of the laboratory, then directly out of the laboratory building, walking towards the orthopedic building with steady yet unsteady steps.

The city of Han in September was still very hot, so hot that it made people restless and unsettled.

Fang Ziye knew that only a small part of his restlessness stemmed from the bizarre weather in Han City; more so from an overwhelming sense of accomplishment that clouded his vision.

No matter what, Fang Ziye is still a young man under thirty years old. He is about to accomplish something so meaningful, but he cannot yet have a chance to vent and release his frustrations with his companions.

It really does accelerate blood flow.

Knowing that your future is promising is one thing; actually embarking on that promising path and gradually growing step by step is quite another.

As Fang Ziye passed by the first floor of the orthopedic building, he even felt that the nurses leaving get off work were greeting him, and even the hospital's nursing assistants recognized him and showed him their kindest side. When Fang Ziye suppressed all his emotions and arrived at Liu Huanglong's office, Liu Huanglong and Yuan Weihong were smoking and drinking tea in the director's office.

The cool air from the air conditioner was refreshing, and the air inside was cool, indicating that the two had been talking for quite some time.

"Teacher Liu, Master."

"I wonder if there's something particularly important going on?" Fang Ziye asked with a smile as he pushed open the door and entered.

When Liu Huanglong saw Fang Ziye enter, he deliberately took out a porcelain teacup from under his desk. The base of the teacup was specially marked with Fang Ziye's engraved name.

He asked, "Would you like some hot tea?"

"You young people seem to prefer iced drinks."

Although Liu Huanglong was asking questions, he was already pouring tea. If Fang Ziye refused at this point, wouldn't it be rather disrespectful?

He approached and gave a slight bow before sitting down properly: "Thank you, Teacher Liu."

Yuan Weihong poked the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and after the cigarette tip made a slight "hissing" sound, he said, "Didn't you win two awards in the provincial natural science awards this year?"

"Then, since you haven't applied for any provincial-level research projects this year, the relevant leader in charge of the Provincial Natural Science Foundation called to ask about it."

"They said things like why you didn't apply, and then they called our hospital's research department, saying they hoped you could apply for a research project, and that they could approve it and give you about 500,000 yuan in funding."

"This funding is comparable to the funding support for a typical national project."

Fang Ziye's first reaction was, "I've been framed for a research project by the leaders of the Provincial Natural Science Foundation Committee?"
Fang Ziye immediately explained, "No? Master, I don't lack funding right now, and I don't have time to do so many research projects."

“No?”

"I didn't even apply, so why did these teachers notice me?"

Fang Ziye has a lot on his plate right now; he can't finish all his research projects, and many of them are still unfinished.

Fang Ziye was unwilling to leave a bad ending.

How many research topics are there now?

The clinical research projects alone fall into four main categories: upper and lower limb injuries and functional reconstruction. In addition, there is a project on a microcirculatory device and subsequent limb transplantation, making a total of six projects.

If we also include functional reconstruction surgery after peripheral nerve injury, we can categorize clinical research into seven major categories.

In the field of basic scientific research, Lan Tianluo has a major research project that offers the opportunity to directly win the Excellent Young Scientists Fund.

The master's work involves a more in-depth analysis of HK2-related osteosarcoma and giant cell tumor of bone, such as the pathway logic analysis at the snRNA level.

There are also related studies on the establishment of animal models after HK2 knockout...

It can be said that Fang Ziye can choose any one to follow and create a lot of things.

Yuan Weihong explained, "Yes, I am naturally aware of our situation, but the problem is that while we are aware, some of the more enthusiastic older men are not."

Yuan Weihong gestured towards the outside of the office with his lip.

“These retired elderly people have a good impression of you. They know you don’t accept gifts from other sources, and they don’t even know who it is, so they just made a phone call to them.”

"And that's how this situation came about. So, should we accept it or not? If we accept it, which research project should we submit to the Provincial Science Foundation Committee for funding?"

"Actually, we don't lack research projects, but we are a bit short of funding." Yuan Weihong is in charge of the household, so he knows exactly how much rice is in the rice jar at home.

Fang Ziye has undertaken far too many projects beyond the scope of the curriculum; if he doesn't beg for money, it simply won't be enough for him to spend.

Liu Huanglong couldn't take it anymore. After straightening his crossed legs, he cursed, "No, Professor Yuan, Attending Physician Fang?"

What are you two doing?

“It’s someone else giving you money, not asking you for it. You’re acting like you’re not happy about it.”

"If you keep acting like this, Versailles, get out!"

Damn it, don't be so shameless! I'm the owner of this outstanding young scientist grant, and I haven't heard of any provincial science foundation committee giving me any research funding. And you're getting a little unhappy about it?
Liu Huanglong's use of the word "get lost" in his joking rebuke shows that he was genuinely angry.

Yuan Weihong immediately shut up, then opened his cigarette pack with a grin, saying, "Teacher Liu, let's smoke ours."

"Leave him!"

Liu Huanglong accepted Yuan Weihong's cigarette. He wasn't really angry; he just hoped that Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong would understand where they were. They could just close the door and no one would bother them in Versailles.

Playing that high-class Versailles game in my office is too insulting.

Fang Ziye waved his hand and said, "Master, let's not talk about this now. I have some very important good news to tell you."

"That's great news."

Liu Huanglong tilted his head as he lit a cigarette, clicking it and then taking a deep drag: "Giving you 500,000 for research isn't even the best news. Tell me, what is this 'good news' you're talking about?"

Yuan Weihong also glanced sideways at Fang Ziye.

"Master, the basic data for the miniature circulation device that we modified in collaboration with Nie Mingxian has been collected, and they are on their way now."

"Bang!" Yuan Weihong trembled as he turned the lighter up too high, and his hands were shaking so badly that he burned a bit of his eyebrow.

The aroma of denatured proteins filled the air, mingling with the smell of smoke, creating an indescribably complex flavor.

Yuan Weihong casually scratched around, then threw the lighter and the cigarette in his right hand directly into the ashtray. To hell with Yellow Crane Tower.

"What did you just say?" Yuan Weihong's tone was as dry and hard as an old duck's.

Liu Huanglong held his breath, and after finally regaining his senses, he put out the cigarette in his hand, afraid that it would affect his sight and hearing.

Fang Ziye carefully recounted what he and Nie Mingxian had seen that day to Yuan Weihong and Liu Huanglong.

“Master, Teacher Liu, according to the results of our last test, the micro-circulation device can supply the amputated limb with 80% of the blood oxygen content and remove metabolic waste at a rate of up to 99%.”

"Within eight hours after a limb is removed from the body, as long as nutrition and electrolytes are properly replenished, there is absolutely no problem in preserving the affected limb, and no necrotic material enters the bloodstream."

"They are currently adjusting the parameters of other circulators. I believe that in a few days, they will be able to conduct routine in vitro transplantation experiments on severed limbs in animals," Fang Ziye said calmly.

Liu Huanglong was the first to lose his composure. He grabbed his cigarette case with his left hand and stood up, breathing rapidly and speaking in a panicked tone: "Come on, take me there!"

Limb replantation, strictly speaking, falls under the category of hand surgery. It is an extension of current limb replantation techniques in hand surgery. If the ceiling of hand surgery is to be rebuilt, this procedure will undoubtedly be a new medical revolution.

(End of this chapter)