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Chapter 492 The Dean's Meeting (Please Subscribe)

Knowing Yuan Weihong's mood at that moment, Liu Huanglong took the initiative to defuse the situation: "Ziye, I took the topic off track. None of this matters."

"Shall we talk about something else?"

Everyone has their own pride.

As a teacher, it's like taking advantage of students' funds or using a woman's dowry.

At this moment, Wu Xuanqi was very attentive and quickly changed the subject: "Ziye, how do you plan to use this miniature circulation device?"

Fang Ziye looked at Nie Mingxian: "Brother Xian and I haven't discussed this yet, but no matter how it's used, it's for clinical use."

Fang Ziye has ideas, but it's hard to tell which are better.

Making this choice means giving up a lot of things.

Nie Mingxian shook his head, perfectly clear-headed: "Ziye, I'm just a modifier, I don't get involved in this."

Living far from others and acting like you're the master is not an option; at least not in your current position.

From Fang Ziye proposing this concept, designing the corresponding ideas, to providing theoretical guidance...

Nie Mingxian was essentially just a modification worker who applied his ideas and theories to reality.

Liu Huanglong hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Wu Xuanqi, however, expressed his most genuine thought in a simple way: "Tools need to be placed in the most suitable position to achieve the greatest efficiency."

"This miniature circulatory device can actually be most effective in hand surgery."

Yuan Weihong glanced at Wu Xuanqi but didn't say anything.

Liu Huanglong knew that Wu Xuanqi's suggestion would require Fang Ziye to give up too much, and that the follow-up research on limb transplantation would be blocked by others.

From a selfish perspective, it would be most appropriate to wait until Fang Ziye completes his research on limb transplantation before making it public, thus reaping all the benefits of the research for himself.

After all, Fang Ziye's team has worked so hard for this for so long, why can't they make a name for themselves because of it?

"How about we eat first?"

"Regardless of the subsequent choice, this is a great thing for our team and our orthopedics department." Liu Huanglong then changed the subject.

Lan Tianlu did not reply throughout the entire process.

Aside from discussing professional issues, he rarely interfered in other matters.

……

Finished eating.

Yuan Weihong took his two apprentices for a walk back to Zhongnan Hospital. He paused on the bridge spanning the Chu River and looked at Fang Ziye: "Ziye, do you already have an idea in mind?"

Lan Tianluo turned to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye nodded slightly: "Master, my plan is to give this to Professor Liu Huanglong and have him take it to the hand surgery department."

"With this miniature circulatory device, our hospital's hand surgery department will not fall into decline. As for what happens next, that's beyond my control."

"At least this way, Teacher Deng can come back."

Fang Ziye spoke calmly, but there was another point he made that Yuan Weihong might not like.

Deng Yong was also Fang Ziye's teacher and treated Fang Ziye very well. When the two had a falling out, Fang Ziye was caught in the middle and had the most difficult situation.

Fang Ziye's perspective is no longer as naive as before; he can see a wider range of possibilities.

After Deng Yong's return, not to mention the others, Li Yuanpei, Qin Geluo, and other people who were trained by Deng Yong will definitely return to Professor Deng Yong's group.

The only people Yuan Weihong could keep were Fang Ziye, Lan Tianluo, and Jie Han.

In this way, Yuan Weihong can be described as a 'lone wolf'.

Yuan Weihong nodded, looking at Fang Ziye with some surprise: "You don't want to use hand surgery as a stepping stone to advance?"

Following Liu Huanglong to the hand surgery department was a shortcut for Fang Ziye, as the hand surgery department was now in dire need of development!
This is an excellent place to hone one's skills; Fang Ziye is not without the ability to perform hand surgery.

Where you treat a patient is not the same as where you treat them; there is no need to be particular about the time and place.

Fang Ziye said, "Master, I definitely want a promotion."

"With the same amount of work, a higher professional title can bring greater rewards..."

Yuan Weihong interrupted, saying, "That's you, it doesn't represent everyone."

People with higher professional titles receive higher salaries because they are irreplaceable; in other words, their salaries increase as their skills improve.

However, Fang Ziye is an exception.

"You go on."

Fang Ziye continued, "Master, there are too many things I want to do, so I don't want to mess up the route any further."

"The conventional treatment plan for traumatic injuries is still under exploration, and clinical trials on traumatic injuries and functional reconstruction surgery for the upper limbs have only just begun."

"My decision to leave the hand surgery department at this time is purely for the sake of promotion, which is not conducive to my future development and is also irresponsible to the patients in the department at present."

Fang Ziye stood at attention, nodded solemnly, and said, "This is not about being aloof, but about the fact that I can actually do these things."

Fang Ziye didn't feel sorry for the patients in the department, although that was part of the reason.

More importantly, Fang Ziye wanted to steadily and practically complete the current research projects.

To be honest, if Fang Ziye were to go to the hand surgery department, he wouldn't know what other problems he would dig himself into, and it would be difficult for him to extricate himself from them later.

This is not just Fang Ziye boasting.

With a foundation in Level 5 hand surgery theory, Fang Ziye believes that hand surgery offers numerous research opportunities, with each branch providing a chance to delve deeper...

"Do you know how much you give up once you make this decision?" Yuan Weihong asked rhetorically.

“If we keep these things here, it will be easy to get one person admitted to the hospital. Even if they can’t be admitted, they can go to the provincial hospital without any problem.”

Lan Tianluo and Fang Ziye both glanced at Yuan Weihong.

You've gotten too cocky, Master.

When will the Provincial People's Hospital need to take advantage of Zhongnan Hospital?

Of course, Fang Ziye knew that what Yuan Weihong said was true. Nowadays, PhDs who graduate from trauma surgery, if they have been immersed in the field for a few years and have accumulated some experience, may actually be able to take a job at the Provincial People's Hospital if they cannot stay at Central South University.

In the past, if Zhongnan Hospital couldn't keep them, the Provincial People's Hospital wouldn't accept them either.

Lan Tianluo said, "What Master said is actually not wrong. I heard it from Senior Brother Li."

"The leaders of Sun Shaoqing's workplace are all asking him if he has learned any skills related to damage and destruction."

“Brother Sun said no, his company plans to send him back for further study next year.”

The research projects developed by Fang Ziye not only greatly benefit later students, but also potentially benefit former graduates of Zhongnan Hospital.

Yuan Weihong understood the other meaning and smiled, "Yes, Ziye, you've done enough for the department."

"There's no reason to ask you to leave everything behind; there's work to be done in the department."

"It's not like there aren't any honors to be won in this department..."

Yuan Weihong doesn't have a deep affection for hand surgery, but the work in trauma surgery is enough to keep him busy for a long time.

"Let's go, everyone go back and rest, get some rest," Yuan Weihong said, waving his hand.

……

The next day.

In the morning, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu were jogging back when Fang Ziye opened his phone and saw a WeChat message from Dean Wang Xinghuan.

"Ziye, if you have time today, come to my office."

"Yes, it's the dean's office." Dean Wang indeed has many offices, including those in the departments, laboratories, and the dean's office.

“Okay, Dean Wang,” Fang Ziye replied immediately.

If Dean Wang calls you over, you should at least make time for him, even if you're not available.

"Senior brother, payment please." Luo Tingzhu was holding the hot dry noodles that the shopkeeper had packed.

Since she hadn't brought her phone with her, she had no choice but to let Fang Ziye pay the bill.

The women's sportswear that Luo Tingzhu bought had no pockets, so she could only hold her phone by hand if she wanted to carry it.

Normally, when two people go for a run, they only bring one mobile phone.

"Boss, how much is it?"

"Twenty-eight."

Fang Ziye knew that Luo Tingzhu must have bought beef hot dry noodles.

It was a bit pricey, but Fang Ziye paid without hesitation.

On the way back, Fang Ziye continued to ask, "Tingzhu, do you really not want to graduate early? Your teachers all want you to stay at the hospital and start working early."

Luo Tingzhu shook her head decisively: "No, no, no, I want to study for a few more years."

“If I hadn’t enrolled in the eight-year program from the beginning, I would have even wanted to study for a few more years.”

The eight-year program includes bachelor's, master's, and doctoral degrees.

A five-year program plus three years plus three years makes eleven years; if you add two more years of postdoctoral study, it makes thirteen years.

Luo Tingzhu seems to really enjoy reading.

Fang Ziye was even more curious: "Don't you prefer the feeling of treating and saving lives? Don't you want to start working sooner and show your prowess in clinical practice?"

The two of them climbed the stairs together, with Luo Tingzhu in front and Fang Ziye behind.

They did not block the road side by side.

Although it was only a little past six o'clock, some elderly people who got up early were going out to buy groceries and encountered difficulties in giving way to others.

Luo Tingzhu did not reply in time, and Fang Ziye also stopped for the time being.

When the two returned home and were changing into slippers, Luo Tingzhu said, "Sharpening the axe won't delay the work of chopping wood."

“Senior, I have clinical experience, I have operational experience, I have anesthesia experience, and I have been in contact with patients, so I know.”

"Reading more books will only improve my skills."

"And I also studied in clinical settings."

After Luo Tingzhu walked to the table in her slippers, she opened the hot dry noodles and started stirring them, saying, "What I probably don't want is a promotion."

Fang Ziye suddenly couldn't understand Luo Tingzhu.

With such a hard-working attitude, how could someone not want a promotion?
Of course, Fang Ziye soon realized what was going on.

Fang Ziye tentatively suggested, "Actually, we can hire someone."

Luo Tingzhu shook her head very decisively: "No, if you have a child, even if the grandparents take care of the child, it will definitely not be as good as your own parents taking care of the child."

"This is my personal experience."

Fang Ziye stopped arguing.

This is a very sharp contradiction.

Two career-obsessed individuals together would definitely not be able to take care of the family. Compared to Fang Ziye, Luo Tingzhu's career might not be as outstanding, so she chose to give it up.

Who wouldn't want a promotion?
Luo Tingzhu has sacrificed so much to study medicine, doesn't she want to become an expert or a professor?
However, Luo Tingzhu would consider more factors than I would.

There is no solution to this question.

Fang Ziye silently began to eat his noodles.

He likes Luo Tingzhu. He wants her to be happy and to have her own hobbies, instead of sacrificing her dreams and hobbies for something else, becoming a half-"walking corpse".

The reasons Ke Luo Tingzhu gave left Fang Ziye speechless.

As people approach middle age, regardless of wealth, they are likely to be plagued by endless worries.

After breakfast, to save time, the two of them bathed together in the morning spray of flowers...

I had to make time for Dean Wang Xinghuan's invitation, even if I didn't have the time.

After quickly handing over his shift and checking the rooms, Fang Ziye and Liu Huanglong took a temporary leave.

The surgery can still proceed normally; Fang Ziye simply won't participate in the opening paragraph.

Fang Ziye had been to the administration building many times, but in the past he had mostly come here as a student to run 'funding reimbursement'.

Therefore, Fang Ziye is more familiar with the finance department and the research department.

Fang Ziye rarely comes to the floor where the dean's office is located.

After arriving on the eighth floor and exiting the elevator, Fang Ziye saw that the door to the dean's office was not yet open, so he sat on the sofa in the lobby outside the office for a while and waited quietly.

In addition to holding the administrative title of Dean, Professor Wang is also a professor and director of the specialized department. He's probably still making rounds right now.

After looking at his phone for a short while, Fang Ziye heard a familiar, steady middle-aged man's voice: "Xiao Fang, I'm sorry."

"A difficult case came to the department, so the ward rounds were delayed a little longer."

"Sorry for the waitting."

Fang Ziye hurriedly said, "Teacher Wang, I just arrived too."

Wang Xinghuan, however, was not buying it: "Someone from next door has already messaged me. You've been here for about twenty minutes."

"Come in and have a seat," Wang Xinghuan said, opening the office door and inviting Fang Ziye inside.

Fang Ziye walked in properly, his gaze casually sweeping over the standard office, nothing particularly special about it.

After Wang Xinghuan sat down, he put down his briefcase and, seeing that Fang Ziye was still standing, said, "Xiao Fang, sit down?"

"We've met before, there's no need to be so formal."

Fang Ziye then sat down properly on the sofa chair opposite Wang Xinghuan and asked with a smile, "Teacher Wang, is there something you wanted to see me about today?"

Wang Xinghuan interlaced his fingers and rested them on his chin: "I do have something to discuss with you."

"Xiao Fang, please close the door first. I forgot to close it."

Fang Ziye got up and did as instructed.

Before he could even sit down, Wang Xinghuan said, "I heard that you've published several articles this year, Xiao Fang? And the impact factors of those journals are all quite high."

"Xiao Fang, give me a straight answer, have you been up to anything?"

"It's just the two of us here."

Fang Ziye was taken aback by what he heard, and immediately realized that Wang Xinghuan was not asking him this question because he was targeting or doubting him, but because he was protecting him.

Wang Xinghuan's face was filled with conflict at this moment. His cloudy eyes, piercingly focused, seemed to possess boundless penetrating power as he stared directly at Fang Ziye.

We are all involved in clinical practice, and we are all involved in scientific research.

If you say you've spent years producing an article like "jama" or "bmj," then that's perfectly acceptable; a platform like Zhongnan Hospital deserves such an achievement.

However, if you're just like someone making noodles, bundling all the high-scoring articles together is a bit excessive.

"Teacher Wang, why do you ask that?" Fang Ziye knew that Wang Xinghuan's words had a hidden meaning.

(End of this chapter)