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Chapter 518 'A Glorious Era Revisited' (Please Subscribe)
Fang Ziye had been thinking very seriously about one thing for a long time: the fundamental reason why Liu Huanglong was so low-key in the department.

Looking back now, Fang Ziye can see more clearly that Liu Huanglong is an excellent person!
Liu Huanglong clearly had many opportunities to take what belonged to Fang Ziye, and some of the peripheral benefits were even completely unknown to Fang Ziye.

However, Liu Huanglong never did that!

When he was serving as the 'nominal administrative director' of the trauma surgery department, he never told patients or their families that he was the one leading the team.

He always stood slightly behind Fang Ziye, 'assisting' him, and his technological innovations were truly fed back to Fang Ziye himself.

Moreover, Liu Huanglong did not even seek personal gain during the hospital admission process; instead, he set an example by putting a procedural lock on Fang Ziye!

Liu Huanglong was very clear that if Fang Ziye wanted to climb the ranks, he had to remove all the 'stains' on his record.

This is equivalent to Liu Huanglong conveying all the words of his father-in-law's admonition to Fang Ziye in a relatively silent manner.

This was an unspoken 'goodwill,' which Liu Huanglong didn't even explicitly state, but rather hoped that Fang Ziye wouldn't incur any favors.

When Qiu Zhenghua and Professor Gu Yuandong, among others, conducted their investigations in the department, they did not discover any problems in this regard, which demonstrates Liu Huanglong's ability and his high level of understanding.

In contrast, the research work overseen by his teachers, Professor Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong, was a complete mess!
Fang Ziye even believed that if his teacher Deng Yong had been the administrative director of the department during this period, there was a possibility that problems would have been discovered.

Deng Yong still needs to climb higher, and he needs to leverage his connections to reach the next level.

Liu Huanglong also needs to climb higher, but he can't rely on others to help him reach the next level.

In other words, Liu Huanglong can focus wholeheartedly on doing his own thing, and that is his inner strength, completely different from that of his teacher.

"Sigh, then go ahead and do as you please!" Deng Yong didn't say anything more.

When children grow up, they should be given a certain amount of money to manage freely.

The younger generation and the older generation have different consumption views. If it were Deng Yong, having suffered hardships, he would definitely be reluctant to hand over the right to dispose of such a good thing.

It was 6:25 PM.

The discussion before the seminar came to an end. Fang Ziye, holding an umbrella, saw Professor Liang Qizhen off to his car and said with a smile, "Professor Liang, when you go out later, please send me the parking fee you paid by scanning the QR code."

Deng Yong went to see Duan Hong off, and other senior colleagues in the department, such as Qin Geluo, also stepped forward to help see Professor Li Zhenggen and others off.

Fang Ziye will definitely have to give one to someone as well.

Liang Qizhen waved her hand and said, "Ziye, you go back first. Your teacher Liang can afford the parking fee."

"We'll discuss and exchange ideas again next time we have the chance."

"I'm leaving now," Liang Qizhen said.

"Goodbye, Teacher Liang!" Fang Ziye watched Liang Qizhen leave before turning and heading towards the trauma surgery department, while sending messages to others to express his gratitude.

I didn't send it to my mentor, Deng Yong, but I'll definitely call him later.

Fang Ziye sent a thank-you text message to Qin Geluo, Yan Zhiming, and others, and also asked Yan Zhiming to organize a late-night snack for any of his junior brothers.

"Ziye, don't underestimate your fellow disciples. You don't have to treat them every time you help them. Save it for next time!" Yan Zhiming replied.

"also."

"Senior, I'm going back to the office now." Fang Ziye replied to the message with one hand—

"Clang, hiss!~~"

Fang Ziye accidentally stepped on a loose paving stone, which shattered against a puddle, splashing water all over Fang Ziye's jeans and soaking most of them!
Fang Ziye jumped sideways, and his right shoe stepped into the puddle again.

"Holy crap~~" Fang Ziye muttered, then quickly tiptoed forward a few steps...

Trauma Surgery, General Inpatient Office.

After watching Fang Ziye change his clothes and fold his wet clothes neatly into the bag she had brought, Luo Tingzhu asked, "Senior brother, why do you look so disheveled today?"

"I don't know either. Logically speaking, with all the good things happening today, I should be quite lucky."

"Unfortunately, the weather didn't cooperate, and it rained." Fang Ziye said, while adjusting the shirt on his left shoulder.

"Let me see the certificate..." Luo Tingzhu turned her neck, looking left and right, her eyes bright and filled with a hint of admiration.

Zhongnan Hospital has never lacked professors and associate professors.

But having encountered a professor and becoming an associate professor yourself are two different concepts.

"It's in the inner compartment of my backpack, Tingzhu, could you take it back and put it away for me? It's in the file folder with the certificates." Fang Ziye told Luo Tingzhu to get it herself.

Luo Tingzhu knew where Fang Ziye usually kept his backpack in the suspended cabinet. After opening the door, she took out the backpack and then carefully took out six notebooks of various sizes.

One is a physician qualification certificate, another is an associate chief physician title recognition certificate, another is an associate professor certificate, and the last is a researcher title certificate.

The other two are the certificate and professional qualification certificate issued by the unit appointing Fang Ziye as an associate chief physician...

"The photos aren't very good," Luo Tingzhu said, turning her head after looking at them one by one.

"I don't even know when this photo was taken, or where the person who made the certificate got it from."

"My titles of associate professor and associate chief physician are somewhat passive," Fang Ziye said, then stopped when he noticed a hint of disappointment mixed with Luo Tingzhu's surprised look.

Then, with his hands behind his chest, he said, "Tingzhu, didn't you say you wanted to enjoy a few more years of studying?"

“Being an associate professor or associate chief physician is not an easy job. Associate chief physicians in your anesthesiology department have to practice independently and may even be in charge of all the anesthesia in a small operating room.”

"You'll bear all the responsibility and risks!"

Luo Tingzhu raised her eyebrows and said reproachfully, "Who said I don't like promotions and raises?"

"A love of reading and a love of promotion are not mutually exclusive."

"Forget it, I can't think about these things right now. I need to prepare for graduation as soon as possible."

"Senior brother, I took your clothes and shoes back to wash and dry them, and I'll bring them back to you the day after tomorrow." Luo Tingzhu carefully put Fang Ziye's certificate into the snack bag she had just emptied.

Then he prepared to pick up the bag and leave.

"Tingzhu, didn't you say you'd send me pictures of the finished renovation? Have you been busy with experiments lately and forgotten?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Oh, I'll send it to you later, senior brother!" Luo Tingzhu said.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Are you hiding something from me?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Well, senior brother, I won't tell you yet." Luo Tingzhu had already pushed open the door.

Fang Ziye smiled mysteriously: "Actually, I already guessed it..."

"What?" Luo Tingzhu was a little confused.

“1218!” Fang Ziye said.

Luo Tingzhu's face immediately showed a look of bewilderment, followed by a slightly unpleasant expression, as if some secret had been exposed.

He puffed out his cheeks, then grinned.

"Okay, I won't joke with you anymore."

“I’m really looking forward to it,” Fang Ziye said.

It's already October 20th, and Luo Tingzhu hasn't come to the department to see him for several days, but Fang Ziye knows Luo Tingzhu's whereabouts perfectly well.

This little girl is always running around, and she even dragged Lan Tianluo into it. If Fang Ziye hadn't been unwilling to pry too deeply, he could have gotten all the details about her birthday gift from Lan Tianluo.

……

Girls tend to have more "rituals" in their lives, but Fang Ziye doesn't seem to value such rituals much.

Fang Ziye himself had forgotten his birthday two years ago.

After Luo Tingzhu left, Fang Ziye was indeed greeted by his teacher, Deng Yong.

After Deng Yong pushed open the door and entered, he saw that Fang Ziye had changed his clothes and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I ran into Tingzhu at the door."

"Ziye, even though you have some status now, you can't just mess around in the department!"

"Master, I stepped on the paving stones when I went to see Professor Liang Qizhen off, and my clothes got wet!" Fang Ziye quickly explained.

"Yes, even if young people are open-minded, they should still pay attention to their status and the occasion."

“Master doesn’t want to restrict you, but to help you.” Deng Yong said, waving for Fang Ziye to follow him.

The two of them soon arrived at the director's office again.

In the office, Liu Huanglong's office supplies and books have been cleared out, and the furnishings are almost a one-to-one replica of what they were like when Deng Yong was still the director.

"Ziye, Nurse Liu Suning still wants to come back. What do you think about this?" Deng Yong suddenly asked.

Fang Ziye said, "Master, I respect the decisions of the nursing department and the hospital leadership."

"But even if Head Nurse Liu comes back, I'll be removed from my post as chief resident, so my relationship with her won't be that significant anymore."

Even if Head Nurse Liu Suning were to return, it wouldn't be until next month. By then, Fang Ziye would no longer be the chief resident, so whatever Liu Suning did would have nothing to do with him.

This is clearly a trap. If Deng Yong realizes this and still leaves it for Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi, Fang Ziye can only try his best to persuade him!
“Ziye, in life, many things are a circle; no one can go all the way down one path.”

"Once you've made some progress, you'll find yourself in a cycle, and at that point, you'll need someone to give you a push."

At this point, Deng Yong added, "Furthermore, Ziye, you can't completely trust the advice given by some teachers who look down on you from a superior position."

"Anyone can say without hesitation that they are not afraid of back pain while standing."

"It's true that you need to be strong yourself to forge iron, but it's also true that you need friends in the world."

Deng Yong seemed to be hinting to Fang Ziye to talk to Professor Liu Huanglong about it.

This is the point of disagreement between Deng Yong and Fang Ziye.

“Master, I understand what you mean, but I personally feel that…”

“Assistance is only needed in the right situation and at the right time, not at all times. What do you think?” Fang Ziye asked rhetorically.

Fang Ziye understood Deng Yong's words, but also offered his own interpretation.

Favors are hard to owe and hard to repay!
When you give a favor and expect someone to reciprocate, the matter essentially becomes a transaction, and that's when the favor gradually disappears.

Deng Yong was silent for a moment, then asked, "Ziye, when exactly did you become acquainted with that Master Zu?"

How come I didn't know about this?

Fang Ziye explained, "I didn't know him when we were in Enshi. We just happened to live in the same neighborhood, and I noticed that Teacher Zu was acting strangely."

"So they tricked him into coming to the emergency room, and it turned out that he was experiencing the early symptoms of a brain hemorrhage..."

"He originally planned to go home to sleep and rest, so Teacher Zu was very kind to me."

"However, I knew when I was in Enshi that there was a huge gap between our statuses, and I never thought of contacting him or asking him for anything."

Taking advantage of someone's kindness is not in Fang Ziye's nature.

An unexpected encounter is also a kind of fate.

"The seminar session will begin in a few days, so relax and get some rest these next few days."

As the old saying goes, "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime."

"While surgeries in the department are certainly very important, when you have the opportunity to teach someone a skill that can benefit more people, we must consider the bigger picture."

"Reducing the number of surgeries, slowing down the pace of surgeries, or even skipping surgery days are all viable options!"

"You don't need to feel any psychological pressure because of this. It doesn't matter if the patient and family gossip."

"If we don't want to do it, we don't do it; if the procedure hasn't been followed, we don't follow it. But once it's started, we must do it properly."

Deng Yong and Fang Ziye have different philosophies on relationship management, but their understanding of clinical practice is completely consistent.

Yes, you can wait patiently until elective surgeries begin, but once they start, you must do your best in every surgery.

In recent days, the pace of surgeries in the department has slowed down.

In the following three days, only two surgeries were scheduled. One of them only required Deng Yong to be the lead surgeon, without Fang Ziye's involvement.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye did not answer Deng Yong's question, but instead said, "Master, it's hard to owe Teacher Liu Huanglong a favor."

"It is extremely difficult to find a partner like Professor Liu Huanglong."

"Besides having the ability, sometimes you also need to leave a hook!" Fang Ziye explained.

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong abruptly looked up. A glint of light flashed in his eyes for a fleeting moment.

Fang Ziye immediately lowered his eyelids: "Master, the personal charm I understand is being reliable, keeping one's word, and not being pretentious."

Fang Ziye didn't want to be seen as scheming in his teacher's eyes.

In fact, Fang Ziye's method is just like Jiang Taigong fishing – those who are willing will take the bait!
Liu Huanglong has now gone to the hand surgery department, and it's unknown when he'll be back. But there's no denying that in a few years, Liu Huanglong's qualifications, resources, and abilities will absolutely surpass those of Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong.

Such a partner is comparable to a talent like Lan Tianluo.

Fang Ziye actually felt even more uneasy about his sudden departure than about Nie Mingxian's!
Do you really think that Professor Liu Huanglong, a recipient of the National Science Fund for Distinguished Young Scholars, is a product of his father-in-law's culinary expertise?
Regardless of the rumors circulating outside, Fang Ziye still only believed in Liu Huanglong's abilities and personal charisma.

Know when to advance and when to retreat, and leave room for others to think.

That's why Fang Ziye learned his technique and returned it to Liu Huanglong. So, Fang Ziye also left a blank space for Liu Huanglong.

This was just a simple experiment. Fang Ziye couldn't control Liu Huanglong, and Liu Huanglong couldn't control Fang Ziye either!
Deng Yong didn't know how to respond for a moment, so he could only keep repeating to himself that children will always grow up.

"Ziye, how's your student?" Deng Yong changed the subject...

After Fang Ziye saw Deng Yong out of the department, Hu Qingyuan listed all the questions he had compiled that day and handed them to Fang Ziye before saying, "Teacher Fang, I'm going back to rest now."

"You should get some rest too. There's no need to rush," Hu Qingyuan said.

Recently, the two of them have been working on their way of getting along. Hu Qingyuan doesn't have many problems, only one or two a day.

Fang Ziye would collect these questions every night, and before Hu Qingyuan arrived at the department the next day, most of the answers would appear on his phone as documents.

"Yes, I'll be relatively busy these next few days, so you can accumulate more questions."

"I think you have a more open mind, and you're more reliable than your senior brother Jie," Fang Ziye praised.

Compared to Jie Han, Hu Qingyuan's way of thinking is much more normal.

Hu Qingyuan left the department, clutching the straps of his backpack with both hands. As he stood at the department door, he glanced back at Fang Ziye, who was just turning and heading towards the doctor's office around the corner.

Hu Qingyuan smiled.

Although he had only known Fang Ziye for a short time, Hu Qingyuan felt a long-lost sense of fulfillment, a feeling that was both rewarding and somewhat peculiar.

The desire for knowledge is a human instinct, and when that desire cannot be satisfied, it can make a person feel distracted and restless.

When this absent-mindedness persists for a long enough time, it will create an insatiable sense of emptiness.

Hu Qingyuan was well aware that most of what he had done in the past was aimless wandering, and even the articles he published during his undergraduate years were simply because he had nothing else to do.

But isn't that kind of thing fulfilling?
Writing those kinds of articles and conducting those simple experiments is really not challenging.

Moreover, the learning process in medical school mostly doesn't require much thinking; the amount of information is so direct that you have to memorize a lot of prerequisite definitions.

If you can't remember, there's no way to go at all; if you remember, the path will naturally open up...

Currently, neither clinical practice nor basic theory involves complex formulas or calculations, let alone the so-called "personalized treatment" in clinical practice!
"No!" Hu Qingyuan muttered to himself with great confidence, then shook his head firmly.

"I've never encountered that before. Even in clinical practice, the simplest calculation of a person's daily calorie consumption and needs is only a rough estimate."

"The formulas and data applications in textbooks, apart from those that are more sensitive to objective data, are mostly..."

Hu Qingyuan did not continue speaking.

Hu Qingyuan felt that this modern medicine was completely different from his understanding of modern medicine.

However, since I came to Fang Ziye's place out of curiosity, I've met several senior brothers, all of whom are quite interesting.

This allowed Hu Qingyuan to experience a little bit of the 'atmosphere' he liked.

Hu Qingyuan had never felt this kind of 'atmosphere' in many places. Even when he went to a Buddhist temple to meditate and met many interesting people, he still didn't have this kind of atmosphere.

Hu Qingyuan finally stepped off the elevator, opened his umbrella, and shielded himself from the raindrops in the dark night...

Hu Qingyuan glanced at the edge of the umbrella, his mind still lingering on Fang Ziye's face.

Actually, Fang Ziye isn't really his mentor yet, but Hu Qingyuan finds the things Fang Ziye asks him to do very interesting.

……

The next morning, at just 6:30, Fang Ziye woke up.

But this wasn't Fang Ziye's biological clock waking up naturally; he was woken up by noise!
When Fang Ziye walked out of the chief inpatient office, rubbing his eyes, he found that Peng Bing, who was on duty, had also been woken up and was walking out of the doctors' lounge in a daze.

The noise seemed to be coming from the entrance of the department and inside the elevator lobby.

Fang Ziye quickly started running, saying, "Peng Bing, call the security office first, then call Teacher Deng and Teacher Chen Fang!"

"I'll go over and see what's going on."

Peng Bing had just been woken up, so Fang Ziye didn't ask him what had happened.

"Okay, Brother Ye!" Peng Bing realized the seriousness of the matter and didn't dare to delay at all.

When Fang Ziye walked around to the nurses' office, he found the on-duty nurse and the on-duty nurse trainer rushing back from the department entrance.

His face was filled with helplessness and disbelief.

"Sister Xin, what's going on outside? Why are so many people arguing?" Fang Ziye asked quickly.

The building housing the orthopedics department is not the internal medicine or surgery building; there are two wards on one floor. These people must have come specifically for trauma surgery.

The person called Sister Xin is Lu Xin, and her current professional title is Registered Nurse. She is also a senior colleague in the department and one of the few Registered Nurses who were not transferred out in August.

He wasn't very old, even a year younger than Fang Ziye.

When Lu Xin saw Fang Ziye, she smiled, but her tone was a little strange: "Dr. Fang, you're asking me something? I'd like to ask you something too!"

"These people were all brought here by you. There are reporters, bloggers from social media, and some people whose identities I don't know. Many of them claim to be your friends."

"Fortunately, the people in the department called the police when they were still at the hospital entrance. Before they rushed up, the security office and the police officers stationed at our hospital had already come to maintain order."

"About half an hour ago, staff from our hospital's publicity department arrived at the scene, and now there are many administrative staff outside explaining the situation to people..."

"Me?" Fang Ziye was dumbfounded.

"I was sleeping all night!"

Lu Xin first gestured for the other two junior nurses and one intern nurse in the department to leave first, then clapped her hands and shook her wrists, saying, "Yes, Dr. Fang, you were sleeping."

"But what you did made a deafening noise."

"I only learned the details after I left the hospital. It turned out that Dr. Fang, you performed a destructive surgery and functional reconstruction, and were highly regarded by several senior academicians and professors in orthopedics."

"The fact that they personally and jointly recommended you for the position of associate chief physician went viral online overnight."

"Currently, there is a mix of criticism and praise, almost endlessly."

"The impact of this event is no less than that of the special recommendation of a mathematical prodigy that occurred more than a decade ago at Central South University in Shashi."

"Moreover, we live in the era of social media, so there are bound to be a lot of people trying to target our hospital to attract traffic!"

After listening, Fang Ziye finally understood what was going on.

"Oh, is that so? Then I'll excuse myself for a bit!" Fang Ziye hadn't really understood what was going on yet.

However, this does not prevent Fang Ziye from knowing that it is not convenient for him to show his face at the moment.

After saying goodbye to Lu Xin, Fang Ziye hurried to the doctor's office and instructed Peng Bing not to call his superiors again, as the hospital and the police were already handling the matter.

At present, it is certain that no one will be allowed to rush in. In fact, these people will only be driven away, not allowed to enter!

Peng Bing had already hung up the phone, and he probably learned something while calling the security office, because his phone screen showed one of Douyin's trending topics.

The title is: "Is this a repeat of a prosperous era, or is there more to it than meets the eye?"

"Play it for me!" Fang Ziye knew this matter might be related to him.

Peng Bing then clicked to play the video, where a self-media commentator, also trying to ride the wave of popularity, was saying—

"Last night, I was woken up by a phone call. It said that a piece of information that had been circulating last night had caused a huge surge in internet traffic."

"The incident refers to a doctor at a top-tier hospital in Wuhan, Hubei Province, who, at only 29 years old, simultaneously holds the titles of associate chief physician, associate professor, and researcher."

"Let me give you some background information. For clinical doctors, it takes five years to go from junior to intermediate professional title, and another five years to go from intermediate to senior professional title, for a total of ten years."

"Associate professor is a teaching title, and researcher is a research title. Both can be specially appointed. There are quite a few associate professors and researchers who are younger than this doctor."

"However, to the best of my knowledge, there has never been a case of a 29-year-old being awarded the title of associate chief physician in the entire country!"

"Even if a student in the gifted youth program enters university at the age of fifteen, graduates five years later, and obtains a medical license at the age of twenty-one six years later, and at the same time participates in standardized residency training."

"So, he can only be promoted to attending physician at the age of 26, and he can only be promoted to associate chief physician at the age of 31."

"In conclusion, this doctor's professional title evaluation must have gone through special channels."

"According to the information I have, the doctor's promotion information has been published on the official website of the Provincial Health Commission."

"According to official news reports, the doctor's professional title promotion was endorsed by a very well-known professor in the industry, and even an academician..."

"But is this truly the genius doctor's ability, or is there something else going on? Based on the current situation..."

This commentator's assessment was relatively objective, without deliberately steer the discussion into insider details; he simply analyzed many possibilities in a relatively objective manner.

"Give me your phone, I want to see what the comments are saying."

As Fang Ziye spoke, he touched his nose and said, "I was wondering why so many people suddenly rushed over. They're all here to get some traffic."

"Brother Ye, you'd better not read the comments. Some of them are really nasty." Peng Bing had already read the comments beforehand.

Fang Ziye shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter. I haven't done anything wrong, so what am I afraid of?"

"As long as they're not my patients, let them stand up and criticize me behind my back, I'll let them say whatever they want!"

Fang Ziye did not let down his patients, his teachers, or his parents.

I apologize to the netizens, or perhaps I've blocked some people's way. If they want to criticize me, I can't control them. I have a clear conscience!
The first comment reads: "If anyone dares to check his family background and household registration, I'll do a handstand, poop on my head, and then eat it!"

Article .

"Tsk tsk tsk. A 29-year-old senior researcher, associate professor, associate chief physician, and with the provincial health commission backing him up, he's really impressive! He must have at least one top-tier family member in his family."

Article .

"Look, everyone! The video is about to be eaten up."

Article 4.

"This is such a disgusting thing to do. At least what happened ten years ago proved a global problem. What special contribution has this unknown but famous doctor made? Did he cure cancer?"

Article 5.

"Hmm, the medical industry is surreal, I won't comment. I just hope it doesn't drive anyone to suicide again, and I mean really drive them to suicide."

"..."

"Actually, it's not so bad. There wasn't any real criticism, although there was a lot of skepticism! But it doesn't matter." Fang Ziye said, then scrolled down again.

The next post, also from an individual with relatively low traffic, reposted a similar news article, which appeared in text form on his Douyin account.

There were quite a few comments, and Fang Ziye glanced through them and found they were all negative.

However, one comment inadvertently caught Fang Ziye's attention.

Yan Yidao loves to dance.

"Please stop criticizing me, everyone. This doctor is a very good doctor. The reason I can still dance now is thanks to this doctor. You can watch my previous videos."

Of course, her comment went unanswered and attracted no attention.

Yan Yidao is Yan Chu.

Fang Ziye smiled and didn't click to watch Yan Chu's video. Instead, he returned the phone to Peng Bing.

He looked up and said, "Peng Bing, go write the handover report. The noise outside is getting quieter; most people have probably been lured away."

"With the hospital involved, we don't need to worry about this," Fang Ziye said calmly.

“Okay, Brother Ye!” Peng Bing nodded and started writing in the handover log.

Around that time, Fang Ziye noticed two middle-aged men he didn't recognize smiling at him from the doors of the two wards.

When Fang Ziye looked at them, they waved and greeted him with smiles on their faces.

Fang Ziye didn't quite understand what they meant, but he guessed that the trending topics last night might have something to do with them!
Otherwise, those self-media outlets and reporters wouldn't have been able to rush into the office before the police arrived.

They must have been prepared in advance to prevent social media and reporters from rushing into the wards and disturbing the recovery and rest of the patients...

As Fang Ziye greeted the two men, a loud explanation came from the entrance of the hospital corridor: "I was asked to come up by the doctors downstairs."

"Look, this is my medical record..."

(End of this chapter)