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Chapter 52 The Reason for Not Choosing Internal Medicine (Please add to your favorites and read on)

Around 8:30 p.m., Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu walked out of the laboratory together.

After practicing for three hours each in the practice room, the culture plates in the cell culture room had been incubating for four hours.

Then the two of them quickly came over to do the follow-up work.

Fang Ziye naturally handled the operation, while Luo Tingzhu watched from the sidelines.

Gently aspirate any excess matrix gel liquid from the upper chamber, add 200 μL of cell suspension resuspended in serum-free medium, and add 500 μL of complete culture medium to the lower chamber. When returning the lower chamber, be careful not to generate air bubbles. Place the Transwell plate back into the incubator and continue culturing for 24-48 hours.

When the two entered the elevator again, Luo Tingzhu ran into a classmate.

"Class monitor, I heard you chose orthopedics, is that right?" The speaker was a boy wearing black-rimmed glasses, who looked very refined.

"Yes. Zhang Yaoyu, are you still working in the nephrology department?" Luo Tingzhu was also familiar with the other person, so she smiled and asked in return.

The man named Zhang Yaoyu looked at Fang Ziye suspiciously, but didn't reply immediately.

"This is my senior brother, Fang Ziye," Luo Tingzhu introduced him first.

Zhang Yaoyu looked at Fang Ziye and saw that although he wasn't very tall, maybe not even 1.8 meters, he could tell from his physique that he was a good fighter.

"Hello, Senior Brother Fang," Zhang Yaoyu greeted politely.

"Hello." Fang Ziye waved, without interrupting their conversation.

Zhang Yaoyu then said, "Class representative, Professor Huang from the Department of Respiratory Medicine searched for you for a long time in the hospital before finding out that you ended up in the Department of Orthopedics. My teacher told me that he sighed and lamented every day, saying it was a pity."

Luo Tingzhu smiled and said, "Professor Huang is too kind, but I still think orthopedics is my interest."

"You've gone into the lab too?"

"Yeah, in internal medicine, not going into the lab is practically suicide."

"By the way, class representative, is that person still bothering you? Do you need us classmates to step in again?" Zhang Yaoyu asked, as if he knew something.

Luo Tingzhu shook her head: "It's not necessary now. Our senior colleagues in orthopedics are all very helpful."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yaoyu nodded vigorously: "That's true. This morning, the head of our nephrology department mentioned that both the male and female staff members in our nephrology department need to strengthen their physical fitness!"

"Only in this way can we avoid being at a disadvantage in the event of a medical dispute."

“Yesterday or the day before, it seems to be the orthopedics department…” Zhang Yaoyu looked at Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye shook his head and explained, "I don't know either. Orthopedic doctors are actually very gentle."

While I may be strong and my actions may be somewhat violent, let's be reasonable. Only when reason fails should we resort to physical principles.

The more Fang Ziye said this, the more intimidated Zhang Yaoyu became.

There's no way around it; orthopedic surgeons, especially those in graduate school, have to raise their legs for disinfection and support them.

The patient's leg weight is unpredictable, and the duration of a surgery can vary greatly. They can support their legs for several hours at a time, and even when they are exhausted, they can still get back up. In the field of surgery, if we simply compare strength and endurance, orthopedic surgeons are generally no worse than any other surgeon.

If you learn a little more martial arts, that should be enough to deal with ordinary people.

If you learn some manual reduction techniques and joint dislocation techniques, and have the advantage of numbers, you won't be afraid of ordinary people.

……

"Junior Sister Luo, does the person who confessed to you before keep harassing you?" Fang Ziye asked after Zhang Yaoyu left the laboratory building.

Luo Tingzhu shook her head: "It wasn't him before, Senior Brother, it's okay."

"My master has already given me his private number!" "He said he can handle anyone who isn't a thug, no matter what kind of car they're driving." Luo Tingzhu spoke with complete confidence.

Fang Ziye smiled, confirming that Luo Tingzhu's words were true.

Reaching the professor level at Zhongnan Hospital requires considerable social influence and connections. It's impossible to achieve anything easy; one will naturally develop a network of contacts at that point.

In trauma surgery, the surgeons are generally familiar with the police, as police officers are occasionally injured while on duty.

Over time, if you're skilled enough, many people in the surrounding area will get to know you.

"Yeah, just be careful on the way back. This is a school, so it should be pretty safe." Fang Ziye waved goodbye to Luo Tingzhu.

Luo Tingzhu turned and left, but as she walked, she would occasionally skip around, picking flowers and leaves, as if she had unloaded some burden and was now full of youthful vigor.

Speaking of which, Luo Tingzhu is not very old, a few years younger than Fang Ziye, but Fang Ziye cannot understand her experiences, at least his own parents are quite good.

I'm going home now. I'll continue reviewing the literature; I still need to get some papers published soon.

……

Wednesday was another welcome outpatient day. Fang Ziye got up early, brushed his teeth, rinsed his mouth, washed his face, and then rushed to the breakfast stall.

While having breakfast, I sent my junior brothers Jie Han and Lan Tianluo a detailed report on the examination results of the three beds I was in charge of, as well as pictures of their post-operative wounds.

"You've worked hard, junior brother! Tonight, your senior brother will treat you to dinner." Fang Ziye replied to Jie Han.

"No problem, senior brother."

“Let’s help each other out from now on. I already know about how you’ve been dominating the lab, senior brother,” Jie Han replied via voice message.

"How many informants do you actually have?" Fang Ziye asked, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"Senior brother, guess?" Jie Han kept him in suspense.

But this is a perk reserved for top researchers, something Fang Ziye couldn't even guess.

"Don't guess, I'm going to the outpatient clinic. You should go to the practice room first and practice your incision and debridement techniques. Once you've improved those, you can come and help the teacher in the outpatient clinic."

“Oh, especially film reading techniques,” Fang Ziye handed over.

Once he graduates with his master's degree, he estimates that he won't have many opportunities to work in the clinic with his professor. He'll be busy with his regular hospital stays, his graduation project, and many other things, so Fang Ziye may not have much free time.

“Got it!” Jie Han replied.

……

In the outpatient clinic, Yuan Weihong deliberately stood up today, instead of sitting in the main seat.

After finishing his hot dry noodles, taking a sip of mineral water, and then gulping down a cup of coffee, he sighed, "What a sin! This meal has exceeded my calorie limit."

"It's alright, Master. You've managed your figure quite well." Fang Ziye was fully prepared.

Should we call the patient in?

Outpatient clinic days are a major time for learning, once a week, and are the biggest source of learning besides the laboratory.

“You’ll be seeing patients all day, and I’ll be there to support you. I want to see just how much you’re hiding.” Yuan Weihong suddenly snapped, as if he wanted to put pressure on Fang Ziye again.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye was slightly startled. After blinking a few times, he could only clear all the few knowledge points he had left and upgrade the basic theory of trauma surgery to level 3.

(End of this chapter)