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Chapter 537 Repaying Kindness with Evil? (Please Subscribe)

"Senior brother, there's already an emergency room right after we arrived in Enshi?" Luo Tingzhu asked with a hint of regret.

Fang Ziye's trip to Enshi in December has been confirmed, but her situation is slightly uncertain.

It's not that Luo Tingzhu's current mentor doesn't want her to come, but rather that he suggests she finalize her graduation plans in Han City first.

Luo Tingzhu herself also wanted to receive the honor of outstanding doctoral dissertation, so she agreed with Professor Zeng's suggestion.

This time, she was only here to see Fang Ziye off. She had to return to Han City early on December 1st, the day after tomorrow.

Although the two of them traveled together for almost a month, a month is never enough!

"Well, I don't know what's going on. Senior Brother Gu called without saying anything."

"I'd better go check on the situation first. Why don't you take a shower and rest first?" Fang Ziye replied.

Before coming, someone had contacted Fang Ziye and told him that he didn't need to bring anything to the villa area. The bedding and other items would be cleaned and disinfected regularly by the sanatorium's staff.

While it may not be luxurious, it is guaranteed to be clean and hygienic!
Even if you want to cook at home, you can simply take rice and various meats and vegetables from the cafeteria home.

"Senior brother, generally speaking, sanatoriums don't have emergencies. The fact that they called you so urgently means there must have been an unexpected situation."

"Go ahead, I'll tidy up a bit!" Luo Tingzhu looked around. Although the place was clean and hygienic, it had been specially cleaned.

However, there are also some personal items that need to be taken care of by oneself.

Fang Ziye put down the box and left.

Upon reaching the door, Fang Ziye turned back and said, "Tingzhu, if I come back early, we'll go have dinner together. If I come back late, don't wait for me. Remember to eat at the cafeteria across the street."

"Don't worry, senior brother," Luo Tingzhu replied.

As she spoke, she had already neatly tied her hair into a ponytail and pushed her suitcase to check the room.

Fang Ziye went to the 'garage' in the villa area, picked up a small electric scooter, and sped towards the opposite door.

The villa area here is quite large. In case of an emergency, relying on running or being picked up by someone is simply nonsense. Riding your own electric scooter is the most convenient option.

I heard that the batteries for these electric scooters are replaced every two days, and there are two in each villa.

If you don't want to ride your bike yourself in the morning, someone will come to pick you up around 8:20!

The work schedule at the sanatorium is a very strict nine-to-five.

This refers to top-level experts like Fang Ziye who lead their teams. Other ordinary junior doctors are responsible for tasks such as being on duty, making ward rounds in advance, and preparing materials.

Fang Ziye rode his bike to the other side of the street in just three minutes. The distance was two kilometers, the road was straight and deserted, and he was very fast.

However, Fang Ziye was a little annoyed because Gu Yi hung up the phone too quickly, and he had no idea where to go.

Upon reaching the entrance, Fang Ziye was about to call Gu Yi again when a security guard straddled another electric scooter and said, "Are you Professor Fang? Professor Chen just called and asked me to take you to the operating room immediately."

"Thank you for your hard work, brother!" Fang Ziye said politely again.

He had already turned the handle forward...

Fang Ziye had visited the sanatorium several times, but he had never been inside the operating room.

There are no tall buildings inside the sanatorium; the operating rooms are built underground, with a total of ten operating rooms, which are said to correspond to the five clinical teams here.

Trauma, neurosurgery, hepatobiliary surgery, spine/orthopedics, hand surgery.

There are no subspecialties like cardiac surgery or thoracic surgery. I guess for such critically ill patients, they wouldn't even make it here before they die!

Once the elevator doors open, the lights are as bright as day.

The person guarding the entrance to the operating room changing room wasn't an old man, but a soldier standing very straight. Another person was tidying up rubber slippers and putting shoe covers on the medical staff's casual shoes!
The job is not complicated.

Neither of them knew Fang Ziye, but anyone who could come down here must be a doctor. Whether or not a doctor would go into the operating room or take the operating table was not something they could be sure of.

After carefully tidying up his shoes, Fang Ziye put on a pair of blue slippers. While getting a scrub suit, hat, and mask, he asked, "Brother, which operating room is in operation?"

"The security guard who brought me here didn't explain it clearly."

"Seven!" The young man guarding the gate began to rearrange and stack the other washcloths after Fang Ziye had wrinkled them with his own.

It seems like he has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Thank you!" Fang Ziye quickly scurried inside.

The sanatorium's changing room was somewhat like the changing room in a small hospital that Yuan Weihong had taken Fang Ziye to before. There weren't many lockers, but each locker was quite large, with clothes racks inside, enough for Fang Ziye to hang up his shirts and coats.

Moreover, after Fang Ziye opened the door, he found clean towels, packaged toothbrushes, and toothpaste in each cabinet!
Without taking any further close inspection, Fang Ziye dressed, put on his hat and mask, and squeezed into the operating room area.

Inside the operating room, the warm air from the laminar flow system cooled Fang Ziye down after he had just changed into his short-sleeved scrubs.

The lights were on in several operating rooms throughout the entire operating room, and Fang Ziye headed straight for room 7.

Upon reaching the door, Fang Ziye, without even washing his hands, was about to step on the foot-operated sensor valve to open the operating room when his right foot froze in mid-air.

A commotion came from inside—

"Gong Jiahe, the name you gave me was a complete waste of your parents' hard work! What does 'Jiahe' even mean?"

“Now our whole team is like one family. Harmony brings prosperity, so you must follow our arrangements!” It was Zheng Dahai’s voice.

"Team Leader Zheng, what right do I have?"

"Me, a professor and chief physician, being ordered around by an associate chief physician and associate professor? Is he here to lead our trauma surgery team?"

"Hey, Team Leader Zheng, where are we going? Is this a planned route?" Another voice was particularly sharp, clearly having broken down their defenses!
"He's only twenty-nine years old. Has he ever led a team before?"

"If something really happens, wouldn't I be the one to take the responsibility?"

"Oh, so all the credit goes to him, but I'll clean up the mess? Is he my son or my grandson? Why should I be so filial to him?"

Zheng Dahai asked, "On what grounds?"

"Then let me tell you properly why you can't hold a special session of a seminar, just because you're a professor and a chief physician."

"With your family's current reputation, you can't even invite nearly five hundred colleagues in trauma surgery and hand surgery across the country to watch your performance."

"You two academicians in orthopedics are more willing to endorse a 29-year-old than to endorse you!"

"Given his clean record and the fact that he doesn't work on a top-tier platform, he's still able to perform teaching surgeries in front of so many leading orthopedic surgeons across the country!"

"You're still not convinced, are you?"

Zheng Dahai continued, "Tell me, what does it mean to seek fame and fortune? What does it mean to be a young person?"

"Who is it that helps him gain fame and reputation?"

"Is it his father, who runs a small business in town, or his grandfather, who honestly farms at home?"

"Relying on his two teachers?"

"You name one, you give an example, and this arrangement is scrapped!"

Gong Jiahe immediately began to stammer.

Fang Ziye has no one to rely on. If he really had anything to rely on, he probably wouldn't have come to the sanatorium.

Fang Ziye stopped listening after hearing this.

The patient might still be lying on the operating table at risk, and he wanted to gossip for a while, but his heart wouldn't allow it.

Stepping on the door, the foot-operated automatic door slowly opened. Fang Ziye walked in, pretending to fasten his mask strap, then turned and circled around before staring intently at Gu Yi, asking, "Senior Brother Gu, Teacher Zheng, what's going on here?"

During their previous phone call, Gu Yi hadn't explained things clearly, only asking Fang Ziye to come over ahead of time.

Upon hearing Fang Ziye's voice, to Fang Ziye's great surprise, Professor Gong Jiahe, who had just been shouting so loudly, immediately stepped forward: "Hello Professor Fang, I am Gong Jiahe, also a trauma surgeon."

"Here's the thing, this young man was just brought in. He was initially diagnosed with a comminuted fracture of the lower right thigh and the upper part of the right calf, along with bone defects."

"Before the transfer, he was in good condition, but just before getting off the highway, he suddenly lost consciousness, his blood pressure dropped, and he was on the verge of shock."

"He's already in shock."

"After being admitted to the hospital, an emergency MRI was performed, which revealed extensive bleeding. Perhaps the bleeding caused a coagulation disorder, and now there is bleeding in many places. We are all afraid that he will develop DIC."

"Dr. Gu Yi told me that Professor Fang, you are quite skilled in hemostasis. We don't have a professional vascular surgery team here, so we would like to ask you to come and take a look."

"Professor Lin Qiaoshan from the hepatobiliary group is already leading his team in performing exploratory laparotomy."

Professor Gong's sudden politeness made Fang Ziye, who had just heard Gong's strong opinions, quite uncomfortable.

Perhaps he was just not used to being told he would follow me from now on, and felt that it was unfair for a chief physician to follow a deputy chief physician like me, rather than it being specifically directed at me.

Fang Ziye pretended not to hear: "Where is the MRI?"

"The system has everything, and the film has also been developed and printed."

"Which one would you like to see?" Gong Jiahe gestured to Fang Ziye, appearing exceptionally kind and polite.

"Then let's check the system." Fang Ziye sat down in front of another computer in the operating room, besides the anesthesia machine.

The sanatorium's examination department is not like Zhongnan Hospital. The radiology department is open at any time, and determining the MRI layer only takes a few minutes. The films can be developed immediately.

In addition, Professor Gong's face-changing magic trick also made Fang Ziye feel the "power" of the old fox spirit!
Enshi Sanatorium does not handle emergency cases, but if an emergency occurs during transport, it is impossible to say that it will not be treated.

If Lin Qiaoshan can't handle it, they may have to draw staff from other hospitals in Enshi.

"How is it?" Gong Jiahe asked, seeing that Fang Ziye had almost finished reading all the levels.

Fang Ziye glanced back and touched his earlobe: "Actually, the situation isn't too bad, is it?"

"How is the patient's blood pressure now?" Fang Ziye asked the anesthesiologist.

"High pressure 94, we've used a vasopressor." The anesthesiologist wasn't wearing a floral silk cap; it was a disposable one.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye stood up and quickly said, "Professor Lin, would you please take the trouble to examine the branches of the left renal artery and the middle segment of the left ureteral artery?"

"The lower right abdomen, and then temporarily clamp the right external iliac artery first?"

Lin Qiaoshan was taken aback: "You saw the bleeding point?"

Fang Ziye shook his head: "There are two places where the outer wall of the blood vessel could rupture, causing a hemangioma."

"The real bleeding point, after the membrane is covered, is a localized hematoma."

"The hematoma has now become localized, and the pressure within the hematoma has reached the same level as the blood pressure, so there's no need to rush to control the bleeding," Fang Ziye explained.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiaoshan felt surprised and bewildered, but he still believed Fang Ziye's words and quickly shifted his search area.

Fang Ziye then called out, "Senior Brother Gu, come with me to wash your hands and go up on stage."

Gu Yi paused for two seconds upon hearing this, then followed Fang Ziye out of the operating room.

From the moment Fang Ziye entered until he left, he didn't utter a single word or make any unnecessary movements.

Confident, calm, and experienced, he doesn't seem like the type to be high-profile.

A short while later, Lin Qiaoshan exclaimed in surprise on the operating table: "Damn, this is really strange. How can they even detect a latent hemangioma in such a small blood vessel?"

"He cast a spell? He can create all sorts of illnesses for patients at will, right?"

Lin Qiaoshan's expression of surprise was very rough!
Many people in the operating room noticed that after Lin Qiaoshan clamped the bladder artery, he found a gap in the vessel wall when he searched for the middle section of the vessel.

The hemangioma hadn't even formed yet, so it's unclear how Fang Ziye could have figured it out.

However, if this is not discovered and treated, once the surgery is over, it is estimated that an aneurysm will form due to the rupture of the outer wall of the artery here soon afterward.

He will definitely need to go back to court a second time.

Zheng Dahai glanced at Gong Jiahe beside him, and then said, "Professor Lin, please continue to clamp the other artery that Professor Fang just mentioned."

If Fang Ziye got one point right, then the other point certainly wouldn't be unfounded either.

Professor Lin Qiaoshan did as instructed...

Fang Ziye and Gu Yi entered the operating room one after the other without any small talk, and then went straight to the handwashing and dressing area.

As Fang Ziye dressed, he asked, "Professor Lin, do you have any one-way valves used in vascular surgery?"

“Yes!” Lin Qiaoshan nodded immediately.

Hepatobiliary surgery is a branch of general surgery, and vascular surgery is also a branch of general surgery. He has some knowledge of these instruments.

This is a lifesaver; I always keep some on hand.

The son of the old Chinese medicine doctor Chen is the supplier here, and he can provide a full range of instruments and equipment.

"Walking teacher, could you please give me one?" Fang Ziye realized he couldn't find which one was the walking teacher.

“Yes, Professor Fang,” a young man replied immediately and ran out.

Fang Ziye was putting on gloves when he paused slightly.

The sanatorium is awesome!
The scrub nurse and circulating nurse are both male, which means they will be more efficient and less temperamental during surgery.

We can do less physical labor now.

Fang Ziye quickly took the stage.

Lin Qiaoshan had not yet figured out Fang Ziye's true intention in having him clamp the second artery, but he found the rupture of the first blood vessel wall unbelievable.

He then gave the position of chief surgeon to Fang Ziye.

However, Fang Ziye did not take the knife, but instead picked up three hemostatic forceps and continued to probe into the abdominal cavity.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Ziye, as if reciting a familiar story, clamped all three hemostatic forceps to close the blood vessels, and then loosened the large hemostatic forceps that Lin Qiaoshan had previously clamped on the internal iliac vessels.

At the same time, following the path of the blood vessel to the distal end, Fang Ziye quickly discovered a localized but extensive hematoma.

Fang Ziye carefully examined the hematoma and breathed a sigh of relief after finding that the pulsation had disappeared.

The situation was much better than he had expected. It wasn't an open, active hematoma, but a semi-active one. Now the source of the bleeding had been dealt with!
After doing all that, Fang Ziye went back and cut off the outer layer of the split blood vessel. Since the superior bladder artery was long enough, he simply made a shortening suture.

With Fang Ziye's current skill level, he quickly sutured the wound with a few stitches, then released the hemostat. Seeing that the artery suture was already very well closed, he ignored it.

All of this has passed, and the circulating nurse who left earlier still hasn't brought back the one-way valve.

"Anesthesiologist, shall we try taking the blood pressure again?" Fang Ziye asked, turning around.

The anesthesiologist pressed the blood pressure measurement button again with some skepticism.

Forty seconds later, a beeping sound rang out, and the high voltage had clearly returned to nearly 100!

Shock caused by traumatic bleeding will quickly compensate on its own once the bleeding is stopped, fluid resuscitation is provided, and the amount of blood loss is not significant.

In addition, medication to raise blood pressure was also used.

The effect was quite obvious. The anesthesiologist lowered his clasped hands and gave Fang Ziye a thumbs up: "The hemostasis is effective."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiaoshan moved to the side a little more, giving Gu Yi more space, while his gaze towards Fang Ziye subtly changed.

He asked softly, "Professor Fang, didn't I hear you're a trauma surgeon? How come you're also incredibly skilled in vascular surgery?"

"I often perform emergency surgeries, so I come into contact with them more or less." Fang Ziye was somewhat modest, and didn't say anything like, "Everyone in our hospital's vascular surgery department misses me terribly," which was a way of praising himself.

A short while later, the circulating nurse arrived.

Then, everyone witnessed a truly mind-blowing scene.

The localized active hematoma actually disappeared slowly and remotely after Fang Ziye's operation!

When Fang Ziye opened the hematoma, there were only some blood clots left. There was none of the 'spectacle' of blood gushing out or even spurting out that one would expect when opening a hematoma!
At Zhongnan Hospital, Wu Yong, the director of the professional vascular surgery department, regards the one-way valve hematoma elimination technique as a miraculous skill and wants to develop and learn it.

To someone who isn't a vascular surgeon, seeing these things is like witnessing a deity descend to earth; even someone with a shrunken brain couldn't fathom the underlying principles.

Being extremely materialistic, they even began to suspect that Fang Ziye might possess some kind of metaphysical knowledge.

During the surgery, Fang Ziye certainly wouldn't waste time teaching.

Moreover, the surgical atmosphere here seems to be very good, and the discipline in the operating room is very strong.

Not a single surprised sound or other syllable was heard; everyone was quietly waiting for Fang Ziye's 'performance' and watching him operate.

Nearly an hour later, Fang Ziye completely cleared the hematoma and cleaned up all the bleeding points before releasing all the hemostatic forceps.

The inside of the hematoma remained perfectly clear, with no signs of further bleeding.

At this point, my blood pressure has risen to 112/74!

This is already within the normal blood pressure range.

Just as Fang Ziye was about to close the wound, Lin Qiaoshan suggested, "Give them some thrombin! That will ensure everything is foolproof."

Fang Ziye was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and looked at Lin Qiaoshan, his eyes narrowing!
He rarely uses this thing!

Thrombin is suitable for ligating and stopping bleeding in small blood vessels, capillaries, and solid bulging bleeding that are difficult to stop. It is used in trauma, surgery, oral, ENT, and burn surgeries...

The only problem is the price; domestically made ones cost eight or nine hundred yuan online, while imported ones are several thousand. They can be soaked in saline solution and then used for local irrigation. However, Fang Ziye believes the effect is limited!
"Don't worry, patients don't have to pay anything here, and we don't get a commission either."

“They deserve the best of everything,” Lin Qiaoshan explained, noticing Fang Ziye’s strange look.

A drug that costs several thousand yuan must have some exaggeration in its price.

In the hospital, you might get a little money for using one tube, and Fang Ziye thought that this trend had spread here, which was a bit bad.

All the treatments here are free, aren't they?

There was no way to refuse the reason given by Lin Qiaoshan, so he could only nod and watch Lin Qiaoshan dissolve the thrombin, then inject it back into the previous gap, let it soak for a while, and then suck it all out!
Only then did Fang Ziye close the incision.

When closing the incision, Fang Ziye discovered, wow, all these sutures were imported, and many of them were cosmetic sutures.

External wounds can also be cosmetic...

However, given Lin Qiaoshan's earlier comment, Fang Ziye didn't bother to complain any further.

Indeed, these people deserve the best.

The surgery was not difficult and did not take long. Fang Ziye breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Gu Yi suture the outermost incision and took the initiative to help apply the dressing to the wound.

Here, we don't use gauze or tape; we use disposable sterile dressings, which are easy to use and highly waterproof.

Technology changes lives, and it also changes the way we treat patients!

After crossing the bed, Fang Ziye took a few steps back to prepare to leave the stage.

After Lin Qiaoshan helped Fang Ziye loosen his collar tie, he asked, "Professor Fang, what was the principle behind your last hemostasis procedure?"

"A one-way valve creates a siphon effect when liquid flows rapidly!"

"When the liquid flows, the hydraulic pressure at the point of flow will decrease relatively, but the pressure inside the hematoma will be relatively uniform. As a result, some blood will be drawn into the bloodstream."

"Until the pressure within the hematoma is partially relieved and it shrinks!"

"At this time, if the blood vessels forming the hematoma can be effectively stopped, massive blood loss can be avoided."

"This is a very effective treatment technique for retroperitoneal hematoma," Fang Ziye replied calmly.

It doesn't sound complicated, but Fang Ziye's ability to think of it and do it is truly impressive.

What is technology? It's something you can do that others can't.

Cooking delicious food is also a skill.

"Amazing! No wonder he's Professor Fang." Lin Qiaoshan exclaimed in amazement.

"Professor Lin, you flatter me." Fang Ziye smiled.

Gu Yi had already wheeled the patient out of the operating room, presumably to take the patient there. This suggests that his status was not very high.

However, this left Fang Ziye with no time to ask his questions.

"Professor Fang, would you like to have lunch together? It's lunchtime now," Lin Qiaoshan asked.

After Zheng Dahai's condition stabilized, Professor Gong Jiahe from the Department of Traumatology went to the operating room to perform surgery.
This is a sanatorium, not a game or a TV drama. All the professors are just idly following Fang Ziye around, bragging and flattering him!
"Professor Lin, can I skip lunch at the cafeteria today?" Fang Ziye's voice was calm, and he refused very carefully.

He then explained, "Professor Lin, as you know, I just arrived today, and I plan to start work on December 1st."

My girlfriend came to see me off.

"I didn't even think about going to work today. It's not easy for her to come all this way."

Fang Ziye has a long time to work at the Enshi Sanatorium, giving him ample opportunity to get to know other people.

But Luo Tingzhu is about to return!

When you truly care about someone, you'll find many ways to get closer to them, instead of just calling them and saying, "Go eat by yourself..."

"That was my oversight; I've interrupted your date with your girlfriend!"

"Let's chat again next time we have a chance."

Lin Qiaoshan took a deep breath and extended his right hand: "Professor Fang, I look forward to working with you!"

"Anyway, I don't know about others, but your skills have truly impressed this old guy."

"Professor Lin, everyone has their own area of ​​expertise. Our trauma surgery and vascular surgery are interdisciplinary departments, so I know a little about them. You are a hepatobiliary surgeon, so I am a layman."

Lin Qiaoshan shook his head: "I don't believe it!"

"You can see the whole leopard from a single spot. I don't believe you have never performed general surgery, yet you have such a deep understanding of the anatomy of general surgery."

“I just watched you examine the liver, gallbladder, and pancreatic duct. You are clearly a professional, with a high level of skill. My students pale in comparison to you.”

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor Lin. I didn't even know!" Fang Ziye replied with a smile.

Return trip!

Fang Ziye asked Lin Qiaoshan if he needed to inform the others. Lin Qiaoshan said no, Fang Ziye was invited to start work early, and others should be doing Fang Ziye a favor. Why should Fang Ziye inform them?

There is no professional vascular surgery team here. If it weren't for Fang Ziye, this patient might have died. This is no joke.

When a hematoma like this occurs without a professional vascular surgeon, it is extremely dangerous.

Riding his electric scooter, Fang Ziye no longer needed to ask for directions; he sped directly from the operating room to the villa area's parking lot.

After parking his electric scooter, Fang Ziye noticed a missed call on his phone.

It must have been accidentally muted.

Moreover, a phone call came in, and the caller ID showed that the location was Wuhan, Hubei Province. Although there was no name in the caller ID, Fang Ziye was from Wuhan after all, so he chose to answer the call.

He smiled and said, "Hello? May I ask who you are?"

A very gloomy young voice came from the other side: "You must be Fang Ziye?"

The other party did not call him Dr. Fang or Professor Fang.

However, Fang Ziye wasn't sure about the other party's identity, as there were quite a few people who could call him Fang Ziye: "Yes, is there something you need?"

The other party took a deep breath and said, "Okay, Fang Ziye, you finally got through on the phone. You're awesome!"

"You are noble, you are amazing!"

"You pulled some strings to block all sorts of harassing calls for you, and then you just turned your back on me."

"So many patients in the department are waiting for you to perform surgery and save their lives, and you're ignoring them all, running off to fawn over the wealthy and powerful, huh?"

The other person's voice and tone were somewhat insulting, but their wording wasn't vulgar!

"No? Big brother? And you are? I don't think I've offended you in any way, have I?" Fang Ziye carefully examined everyone, but he hadn't offended anyone!

"Fang Ziye, what are you pretending for?"

"what?"

"Do you think you've become a saint just because you're talking like that?"

"To put it bluntly, even a dog knows to repay a debt of gratitude, what about you?"

"You enjoyed the convenience, and then you just ran away! Who do you think you are?"

"You haven't offended anyone, but put your hand on your conscience. Do you think you've done right by the people who helped you out?"

"Nobody asked you what you wanted, right?"

"How do you think you got all these exceptional privileges?" The other person's tone remained unfriendly.

Fang Ziye was also a little annoyed when he heard this.

Even a clay figure has some temper, so Fang Ziye replied directly, "Please give me detailed examples!"

"Who? Why did you help me?" Fang Ziye asked rudely, his voice loud!
And they also hit the electric vehicle's kickstand with considerable force.

"And you tell me, how did you get your doctorate? How did you get your awards? Don't you have any self-awareness?" The other person smiled disdainfully.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye asked, "How did I get my doctorate?"

"First of all, my mentor Yuan Weihong taught me by example and his words were always insightful, which enabled me to graduate with a master's degree."

"My abilities were limited and my qualifications were average at the time. I earned my doctorate through hard work. The high standards of the special doctoral program at Wuhan University Affiliated Zhongnan Hospital are there for all to see, and you can check your results yourself!"

"As for the award you mentioned, I earned it through my research. While it may not necessarily belong entirely to me, it certainly wasn't a favor bestowed upon me!"

“Throughout China, there are more than just Hubei Province and more than just one Hubei Provincial Natural Science Foundation. I can get funding even if I leave Hubei Province!”

"I graduated with my doctorate because my doctoral supervisor applied through the hospital, and it was approved by Wuhan University!"

"Those are my master's resources, those are the resources that Han City University gave to Fang Ziye!"

"My expenses for going abroad were covered by China's scholarship fund."

"My tuition and living expenses for university, master's, and doctoral studies were earned by my parents with their own hands."

"The scholarship I received was a special national scholarship and an academic scholarship from our university in Seoul. It was not a gift from anyone, nor was it something that anyone could just get casually."

"What exactly do you mean by 'giving me a hand'?"

"Nine-year compulsory education? There are plenty of people who go through nine-year compulsory education!"

"The exorbitant tuition fees for three years of high school, and my more than a thousand days and nights of hard study during those three years?"

“It’s easy to speak; you can produce a syllable by opening and closing your lips once. But to so easily deny other people’s efforts and hard work, and then talk to me about being superior?”

"Judging from your words, you must have some schooling!"

"Have I done anything to wrong my patients?"

"I, Fang Ziye, neither hold outpatient clinics nor make any promises to any patients. What have I done to wrong anyone?"

"I have done justice to all the surgeries I have performed!"

"Say it again?" Fang Ziye's final question was even more forceful.

The other party is silent.

"Want to say more?" Fang Ziye pressed.

The other person's breathing became heavier several times.

Fang Ziye continued, "In this world, no one owes anyone anything. I haven't even received a penny of the registration fees from the patients admitted to Zhongnan Hospital!"

Whom have I wronged?

"Why did you specifically choose me when there are so many doctors at Zhongnan Hospital?"

"What are your intentions? Are you just trying to insult me ​​and gain some verbal advantage?"

"Beep beep beep!" The other party hung up the phone after being directly rebuked by Fang Ziye.

Moral blackmail must be based on evidence.

If it's true that some unit in Hubei Province really gave Fang Ziye a lot of benefits, such as extra opportunities and resources, then it might be possible to somewhat control Fang Ziye.

But does it exist?
not at all.

Fang Ziye obtained many of the educational resources he needed through his own efforts.

"How ridiculous!" Fang Ziye rolled his eyes as he looked at the phone in his hand, then put his phone in his pocket.

Upon careful consideration, Fang Ziye realized he hadn't wronged anyone.

Even if the patients who later came to Zhongnan Hospital did not have good treatment results or the quality of the surgery was not high enough, you should not come to me, Fang Ziye, since I did not perform the surgery for you.

Why?
Why would someone come to me, Fang Ziye, even though we haven't established a doctor-patient relationship? Am I a sucker?

Of course, Fang Ziye guessed that his choice might have touched on the interests of some people, but these interests were not enough to offend them to death!

What's wrong with being drafted into the military? Is that something shameful or dishonorable?

Fang Ziye himself did not think so.

Moreover, the fact that the other party only called to hurl insults but dared not come to our door in person shows their extreme concern.

The other party dared not reveal their identity because they were afraid that Fang Ziye would expose their identity and cause trouble for himself.

The military and civilians can help each other, but they should not interfere with each other!
Fang Ziye walked into the house, clearing away his gloomy mood.

Luo Tingzhu had already finished tidying up and was now lazily lying on the sofa watching TV!

Hearing Fang Ziye open the door, she was startled and then smiled, saying, "Senior brother, you're back so soon?"

"Well, the surgery isn't very difficult; it's just that the sanatorium doesn't have a vascular surgery team."

"Shall we go eat firewood chicken later?" Fang Ziye suggested directly.

"Okay, okay!" Luo Tingzhu nodded, and then walked to the shoe rack to change her shoes.

Fang Ziye didn't stay long.

It was a little past lunchtime, but not an exaggeration.

"Senior brother, the facilities here are really quite complete."

"Air conditioning, TV, desktop computer, everything is provided. The beds and blankets there are quite comfortable. I checked, and the duvet covers are at least several hundred yuan each, which is better than most hotels," Luo Tingzhu said.

"Ordering takeout? How about something good?" Fang Ziye asked.

Luo Tingzhu shook her head: "This place is quite remote, so there are only a few takeout options available, mainly water, drinks, and breakfast."

"For main meals, the only options are rice bowls and spicy hot pot; the rest are the kind with very expensive delivery fees."

"Overall, it's still very good and perfect for reading."

"The study is so empty, there are no books. I've already bought you a batch, Senior Brother!" Luo Tingzhu was very satisfied with this.

Quiet, spacious, clean, and fully equipped. Although the decoration is minimalist, it looks grand!
And there are even people who come to clean the house, it couldn't be more comfortable.

"It's okay, you can come again after a while."

“Let’s take a taxi to the city center for dinner. You’ve been wanting to eat firewood chicken ever since you went abroad. We can finally have it now…” Fang Ziye said.

Luo Tingzhu nodded, feeling wronged: "Why did the boss close the shop for a few days around the 10th? Is he just being capricious because he has money to burn, or is he trying to spite me?"

Around the 10th of the month, Luo Tingzhu was thinking of going to eat there, but the owner was closed.

Luo Tingzhu complained the whole way.

This is just what I needed!

Fang Ziye did not tell Luo Tingzhu about being verbally abused by the unknown phone caller, nor did he complain to anyone who investigated the phone number.

Fang Ziye really didn't want to cause so much trouble.

The following day, November 30th.

Fang Ziye went to the sanatorium again to get a general understanding of its operation. Then, he took the form and filled in his basic information, such as his bank card number, etc.

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu went to the mall and supermarket again and bought some small items for the house.

For example, a small reading lamp, or a network cable.

December 1st, early in the morning.

Luo Tingzhu reluctantly bid farewell to Fang Ziye at the entrance of Enshi Airport. After letting go, she looked back every few steps, saying, "Senior brother, I will be back soon."

"Yes, I'll miss you too," Luo Tingzhu said.

"Me too, I need to go back and work on my thesis!"

"Also, remember to apply for research grants. You graduated with your doctorate earlier than me, so you can directly apply for the general youth grant next year. Unlike me, I graduated a little later and can't apply for any grants at all," Fang Ziye said.

"I'll come see you again on your birthday," Luo Tingzhu said.

However, Fang Ziye's birthday is in the twelfth lunar month, but according to his ID card, he will be twenty-nine years old this month, about to enter his true thirties.

"Okay!" Fang Ziye bent his wrist a few times to indicate his nod.

Luo Tingzhu then turned around and left, entering the airport.

Fang Ziye turned back and strode out of the airport, taking a taxi directly to the entrance of the sanatorium.

December 1st, the first working day of December, a Thursday.

Besides working at the sanatorium, Fang Ziye also has to go to work!

It's time to be bold and take a step forward, and use the big gift my brother-in-law gave me to pursue the Excellent Young Scientists Fund project.

A miRNA pathway unique to osteosarcoma—the potential is huge!
(End of this chapter)