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Chapter 543 Dr. Fang, help!

No place would descend into chaos beyond the passage of time without Fang Ziye, and no one would completely lose their biological vitality simply because Fang Ziye was not there.

This has remained unchanged throughout history.

Therefore, if Fang Ziye wants to get out of the swamp he himself is unaware of, the best way is to change his path instead of blindly going down the wrong road.

Before realizing you're lost, you might follow your heart, but once you've found your way out and realize you might be lost, it would be foolish not to take a different path.

Fang Ziye can be anyone's tool, or he can be no one's tool.

On the first day of his vacation, when Fang Ziye was preparing to go on a trip after being treated at Zhongnan Hospital, the encounter with Jin Hongzhou's 'relative' was enough to make Fang Ziye realize that he might have become some kind of alternative 'puppet'!
Fang Ziye is no small fry; he holds considerable influence in Hubei Province.

In reality, it's rare for someone to tie up another person and then destroy the evidence; at least, this wouldn't happen in public.

"I'm not stupid. I'm not in a hurry because I know there's no need to rush. If I take it one step at a time and work steadily, I'll eventually get there. What's the rush?" Fang Ziye muttered to himself after hanging up the phone.

Looking out the window, the wind was calm and the air was pleasant. Although the weather had turned cool in December, the indoor temperature was still comfortable.

The house was heated; Fang Ziye didn't know if it was electric or central heating, but as long as he wore a thin nightgown, he could keep warm.

After sending Luo Tingzhu a goodnight message, Fang Ziye climbed into bed and went to sleep.

……

The next day.

Fang Ziye was woken up by the alarm clock again. Because his exercise time had been moved to the afternoon, Fang Ziye's alarm clock was set at 8:05 every morning.

I got up, brushed my teeth, washed up, and wondered whether it would be better to eat a bowl of noodles or continue with steamed buns, mantou, and boiled eggs.

When he went out, Fang Ziye put on the gloves, earmuffs, and scarf that Luo Tingzhu had bought for him.

After all, it's completely unnecessary for men who commute by electric scooter to endure the cold wind without taking any protective measures.

With everything ready and the electric scooter's battery replaced with a new one, Fang Ziye turned the handle.

During his journey, Fang Ziye also met a professor of internal medicine, surnamed Qu, who was a professor of gastroenterology.

The gastroenterology department in the sanatorium only has four subgroups: cardiology, respiratory medicine, neurology, and gastroenterology, which is sufficient to handle emergencies.

Other subspecialties are not grouped within the sanatorium.

And I've heard that the internal medicine department has even fewer patients under its care!

This is a sanatorium, not a retirement home. People with particularly chronic illnesses will not be sent here. The initial purpose of this place was to provide high-end care and treatment.

"Xiao Fang, what about the thing I mentioned to you last time? Do you think it's feasible? If it is, I'll have my relative admitted to Enshi Central Hospital." Qu Tangwei asked without any hesitation.

"Professor Qu, I've been a bit busy lately. How about a few more days, around the 20th?" Fang Ziye replied.

Qu Tangwei is the leading professor of the gastroenterology group. He was transferred from Peking Union Medical College Hospital and is 48 years old this year, which is the prime of his life.

He had a relative in his twenties who had peripheral neuropathy, which caused him to lose strength and have muscle weakness. He showed Fang Ziye his medical records and wanted to seek treatment.

Even though he worked there, he couldn't get the resources inside the sanatorium, so he had to settle for second best and hoped that Fang Ziye could help him in other hospitals in Enshi.

However, Fang Ziye has been quite busy lately, so he hasn't agreed yet.

Moreover, he needs to go through some procedures again to have surgery at Enshi Central Hospital, including reporting and registering with the head of the surgical team at the sanatorium.

Moreover, the surgical treatments at the sanatorium are all about high-quality, slow procedures, and Fang Ziye doesn't want to be too busy. If there's no rush, he can just take his time.

I'm hoping to spend some time in the lab!
Even if things don't go well, I still need to have a proper birthday celebration. My junior brothers and Luo Tingzhu are all so enthusiastic.

"That's good, Professor Fang, thank you."

"I'll remember this favor. Give me a call if you need anything in the future."

"I've watched my niece grow up since she was a baby. She was diagnosed with this disease when she was a junior in college. Although she underwent systematic treatment, the results were not very good." Qu Tangwei said with a smile.

In the medical field, advanced technology naturally attracts all sorts of personal connections.

Fang Ziye didn't feel embarrassed at all: "Professor Qu, I'll report back to you after I've completed the procedures in a while."

"Professor Fang, you're too kind!" The two were walking side by side.

But once at the entrance, Professor Qu sped up, passed through the gate first, and headed straight for the sanatorium across the street.

Fang Ziye also wanted to pass through, but he saw a security guard in uniform and another young man in a suit standing side by side outside the door.

The young man in the suit peeked around furtively on tiptoe, while the young man in uniform beside him glanced at him cautiously, completely ignoring him.

That look in his eyes seemed to be able to take him down at any moment.

Professor Qu was carefully crossing the road; even though there were no cars, he still had to be cautious.

Fang Ziye was just passing through the gate in the driveway next to the main gate when the young man in the suit rushed up and blocked his way.

If Fang Ziye hadn't braked in time, he would definitely have been the victim of a staged accident!
"What are you doing?" Fang Ziye was also a little annoyed.

I was riding my bike peacefully, and I made sure he wasn't blocking my way when I left. Why would he suddenly pounce on me? Isn't that just asking for trouble?
Unexpectedly, after grabbing Fang Ziye's electric scooter handlebars with one hand, the young man in the suit wiped his eyes with his right hand and said, "Dr. Fang, I've finally found you."

"Dr. Fang, you have to save me!"

The other party's tone was very excited from the start, and their speech was slightly unclear.

Fang Ziye then noticed that the other person's cheeks were slightly swollen, his dark circles were very thick, and his lower eyelids were puffy, making him look like a uremia patient.

"There's no appointment booking at my current workplace. You should see another doctor." Fang Ziye's mindset calmed down a bit.

Since they are patients seeking treatment, it's understandable that they saw themselves; seeing a doctor is not easy.

The fact that they managed to find us here proves that they put in some effort.

The other person looked like a patient at first glance.

"Dr. Fang, no, I don't need you to treat my illness, I need you to save my life!!"

"Dr. Fang, listen to me. My surname is Hu, and my given name is Hai."

"Of course, Dr. Fang, you can call me Xiao Hu or Hutuchong, or whatever you want, but you must save me. If you don't save me, my life is over."

"Look at my face. My face wasn't swollen before, but my father beat it up like this."

"Dr. Fang, I'm sorry!" The young man tilted his head, showing Fang Ziye his profile.

If Fang Ziye still doesn't understand who Hu Hai is after he's said all this, then he's wasted his doctorate and his university education.

This person is probably one of the team members who cleverly arranged hospitalizations for trauma surgery patients at Zhongnan Hospital, or at least one of the beneficiaries.

"I didn't understand. I'm in a hurry to get to work."

Fang Ziye naturally knew his identity: "Brother Long, do me a favor, I'm going to have breakfast. I have to go to work after that, could you stop him for me? If he continues to harass me, please call the police."

"Alright, Professor Fang." The gatekeepers were all familiar with Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye himself doesn't smoke, but every two days someone would offer him a cigarette, which he would then pass on.

Although it wasn't valuable, it was clear that Fang Ziye was of extraordinary status.

If someone is of extraordinary status, a technical expert, and yet approachable, why not cultivate good relationships with them? What kind of society are you in if you don't want to get along with them?

The young man in the security guard uniform is surnamed Long, and his full name is Long Jinhua. He also has a twin brother named Long Yinhua, but he has never served in the military and is currently studying at university!
When Fang Ziye chatted with him, he also mentioned his younger brother, but said that the university Fang Ziye attended and the university his brother attended seemed to be very different.

His brother has lost his job twice.

Long Jinhua pulled Hu Hai aside in one swift motion!
Fang Ziye was about to leave when Hu Hai rushed over and said, "Dr. Fang, no, you can't do this! People will really die if you do this!"

"Dr. Fang, let's find a quiet place, like over there by the roadside, and I'll explain it to you in detail, okay?"

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda!" Hu Hai clasped his hands together, making a pleading gesture.

Fang Ziye is actually very insightful.

The reason why many patients cannot get into Zhongnan Hospital is because his prescriptions are valuable, and there are people who want him to perform surgery and treat them.

In other words, the value of Fang Ziye is the fundamental reason why someone is messing around with it.

If Fang Ziye can open a channel here, it will be impossible for anyone else to play any tricks.

However, Liu Huanglong had already cut off his own escape route.

There's a long queue for hospital admission!
So all they can do is the registration system.

Fang Ziye asked Lan Tianluo, and the only company that could control the hospital's registration system was the one that provided the system to the hospital and possessed the underlying code.

Fang Ziye didn't know the specifics of how it was done, but Lan Tianluo said that the system's backend could automatically control the auto-registration system, and an access control system could be set up in the individual registration section.

If the ID number is not the same, you can set it to "all slots are booked" or "poor network connection". Once all slots are booked, you will not have any available slots when you log in again.

You can't find out anything about how the registration system works.

Seeing that Hu Hai had managed to escape from his grasp and almost crash into Fang Ziye's car again, Long Jinhua couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

"Okay? You've had some training, huh?" He increased the force and pulled Hu Hai away.

He had just assumed the other person was just a seemingly refined "pretty boy".

Fang Ziye replied, "I'm sorry, I don't know who you are. I'm just an ordinary person, an ordinary doctor."

"As you know, I'm a trauma surgeon. There are very few fatal trauma surgeries. Our specialty currently focuses on treating the disease, but rarely on saving lives!"

Contrary to popular belief that West China Hospital only saves lives and doesn't treat diseases, most hospital departments actually fulfill the responsibility of treating diseases.

Most truly fatal trauma surgery cases result in death before patients even reach the hospital.

Once in the hospital, apart from large arterial injuries or pelvic hematomas, fatal trauma cases are rare.

If it involves damage to a major artery, the first thing to do is call a vascular surgeon.

"Brother Jin, you should call the police for me, otherwise I think I'll be late for work today!" Fang Ziye stepped down and simply pushed the bike away.

If the other party tries to run into him again, then it's pure extortion. With surveillance footage, Fang Ziye can even countersue him for extortion.

But if you hit someone while riding your bike, there will be some scuffing involved!

Fang Ziye's indifference was somewhat unexpected by Hu Hai.

However, Fang Ziye didn't even glance at him. He pushed the cart onto the road, looked around for a while, then pushed the cart across the road and headed straight for the sanatorium.

Hu Hai was still held tightly by Long Jinhua, writhing like a fish on the ground: "You fucking let me go? You son of a bitch!"

Hu Hai relaxed after seeing Fang Ziye enter the sanatorium.

He did not hurt anyone, nor was he afraid of the other party causing trouble.

Once Fang Ziye entered the sanatorium, he wasn't afraid that Hu Hai would follow him in; he didn't even dare to barge inside.

The gatekeepers there actually brought their own weapons.

No matter how bold Hu Hai is, once the people inside accuse him of trespassing on a secret location, no one can pull him out!

"Dr. Fang, Professor Fang, Professor Fang, please let me explain..."

"Dr. Fang!" Hu Hai rushed to the door across the street.

This time, he was facing a ramrod-straight armed police officer on duty, holding a riot shield.

Fang Ziye didn't even turn his head.

Hu Hai completely panicked!

You have to understand that he accepted all the things he promised, and now he can't take them back. Moreover, some of the resources were actually actively sought out and brought to him by him.

If it's not handled properly, there might not be any actual deaths, but the consequences could be far more serious than that!

His father is definitely out of a job and might even end up in jail.

He'll go in himself!
"Professor Fang," Hu Hai called out again, but Fang Ziye had already parked the car and was walking towards the cafeteria.

"No entry, no photos, and no lingering here," the young man with the riot shield warned.

"Me!~"

Hu Hai was speechless. He turned around and glared at the security guard opposite him with resentment, clenching his fists tightly.

But in the end, he put his clenched fist down.

We live in a society governed by the rule of law. Impulsive rage solves nothing; violence only makes things worse, not solves anything.

Fortunately, he had Fang Ziye's phone number.

He quickly squatted down next to the car and started sending heartfelt messages!
After entering the cafeteria, Fang Ziye naturally fulfilled his promise and sat opposite Professor Qu. Fang Ziye ordered a bowl of round rice noodles, with the toppings self-service.

However, Fang Ziye didn't scoop out much.

After sitting down opposite Qu Tangwei, Qu Tangwei asked, "Professor Fang, what's the situation with that person outside?"

"Professor Fang, you're so young, yet you have such a high reputation. Patients are coming all the way here because of your fame."

Many famous doctors have many patients.

Truly skilled doctors have their own names as a very stable source of patients.

It's no joke that renowned experts and professors can sell out their appointments in seconds just through word of mouth.

Fang Ziye shook his head and said, "Professor Qu, please don't belittle me. I came here because I had no other choice."

"The one outside is probably one of the puppeteers."

When Fang Ziye talked to others about why he came to the sanatorium, he also frankly recounted his previous situation.

Upon hearing this, most of the people were indignant.

As a doctor, I can treat anyone, but if you completely restrict the patients who book my appointment, no one will feel comfortable doing that.
Isn't this just keeping you confined?

Although it's true that ordinary people wouldn't be subjected to such new and despicable methods, those who are treated this way are all highly skilled medical professionals and top-tier experts.

But discomfort is discomfort.

In other words, Fang Ziye came to the sanatorium with some kind of "ambition"—for fame, for profit, and for the sake of his family.

Staying at Zhongnan Hospital and giving him anything feels like charity. Is that really a fair exchange?

"They found you so quickly, Dr. Fang? These people have quite a bit of influence." Qu Tangwei said without any expression.

He is a professor at Peking Union Medical College Hospital and has a wide social circle.

Although he was often treated as a so-called "honored guest," Qu Tangwei knew in reality that his relationships were only earned through his position, not because he was truly respected by some people.

Aside from a few patients who recovered under his care and are genuinely grateful to him, what about the others?
If you don't ask for anything in return, you won't have any human kindness.

On the contrary, some people hold positions with more real power than others!
"I don't know either," Fang Ziye replied with a smile.

Qu Tangwei said, "But Professor Fang, the path you've chosen is indeed ruthless!"

"That's pretty much it, like cutting off the fuel supply at the root."

"So what do you plan to do?"

While it might feel satisfying to condemn these people outright, if they are completely irresponsible, Fang Ziye might find it difficult to get along with others after returning home.

If someone were to consult the prescription at a crucial moment, the prescription industry might never make any further progress!
"Professor Qu, to be honest, I'm still completely clueless. I can only take it one step at a time and see how it goes."

"I just want to be a good doctor and do some research as my team's capabilities and progress allow."

"How would I know how to handle these things?" Fang Ziye shook his head again.

Qu Tangwei overestimated him.

With Fang Ziye's current social resources, handling some ordinary matters wouldn't be difficult, whether he sought help from Dr. Chen or his mentor, Deng Yong.

Even if you go to Dean Wang, he can still give you some face by selling your business.

However, there has been no direct loss in this matter so far. What do you suggest we do about it?

That's where the opponent's skill lies!

He didn't hurt you!

If you act based on the principle of not causing harm, and you hold a grudge, you'll end up taking things too seriously.

However, it's impossible for Fang Ziye to clean up any mess for him.

"Buzz!~~~Buzz!~~~~"

The phone alerted with a text message and vibrated, the sound lasting for a long time.

Fang Ziye had only eaten a third of his noodles when he opened the package and found it contained unfamiliar messages.

Since he immediately mentioned Professor Fang, I figured he wasn't someone I knew well, so I decided to wait until after I finished eating before looking into it.

"Professor Fang, I personally believe that it's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. However, how to handle it is up to Professor Fang's own choice." "I'm getting old, so I tend to be more lenient in handling matters," Qu Tangwei stated first.

Firstly, it's a gesture of goodwill; secondly, it's a way of clarifying one's own position.

After navigating the complexities of society for a long time, people gradually become more low-key, doing things with high standards but living with humility.

"Thank you, Professor Qu!" Fang Ziye replied.

After the meal, Fang Ziye and Professor Qu Tangwei went their separate ways to different places.

Fang Ziye then read the letter, which contained four items.

"Professor Fang, I am still Hu Hai. First of all, I want to apologize to you. I was blinded by greed and used some despicable means to manipulate some bad things." First, apologize, then admit your mistakes.

“But I swear, I never intended to harm you, Dr. Fang. On the contrary, I used some of my resources to try my best to secure some rights for you, Dr. Fang.”

"Although these rights are external things, they are within my capabilities, and I have never had any ill intentions towards you, Professor." This is the second point, stating my position.

The other party was not the kind of ignorant "second-generation rich kid" who acted with exceptionally recklessness.

On the contrary, he is very cultured and knows how to speak and act with great tact.

"Indeed, Professor Fang, I used your name to make some shady deals. I'm being honest with you, Professor Fang, and I gained a lot in return!"

"But none of them involve any specific money or valuables. I personally don't lack these things. My promotion to deputy director and other things are all benefits I've gained during this period."

"In addition, there are some other good opportunities that I can openly discuss with you, Professor Fang."

“All of the above are my faults, but Professor Fang, please understand that once a deal is made, it is very difficult to cancel. Ordinary people face severe compensation for breaching contracts, and I am really at my wit’s end.” In his third point, he explained his predicament.

The fourth and longest point is clearly divided into paragraphs:

"Professor Fang, I have sorted out and dealt with a number of interpersonal relationships. There are still eight patients in total. I hope that you, Professor Fang, can lend a helping hand and, in the spirit of a great doctor who relieves the suffering of patients, help these patients who are suffering from pain to see some improvement."

"The patient will remember Professor Fang's kindness, and I, Hu Hai, will also be grateful for Dr. Fang's help. I would gladly die for you, but if you ever need my help in the future, I will do my best to assist you."

"Of these eight patients, two could come directly to your sanatorium, but currently the sanatorium does not have a one-way referral option for patients."

"As for the other six, we can come to the hospital in Enshi on our own. As long as you, Dr. Fang, can spare a little time to perform the surgery, we will be grateful for your kindness."

“This will resolve my current predicament. I promise that I can return everything I received in full, and I will even apply to work in a remote area or make other requests, as long as you, Dr. Fang, make them, I will respond to them!”

Hu Hai isn't that kind of person. Look at how well he wrote this short essay; it's clearly the result of his experience with official documents. His writing style is refined and sophisticated!

This person should be considered cultured. If Fang Ziye were to write this kind of short essay himself, he wouldn't be able to reach this level.

Fang Ziye still did not reply.

What and what?
Just because you admit you're wrong, I have to help you? You say you're facing a predicament, so I'm expected to repay evil with kindness?
You may not have harmed anyone, but you've disgusted people, haven't you? Have you forgotten?
To put it bluntly, I, Fang Ziye, am doing quite well at Zhongnan Hospital now. If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't have needed to come to Enshi Sanatorium at all.

Although it's good that I came, it's right after the chief resident's leave period, and I can also seek some benefits for myself and my family.

Even without his presence, Fang Ziye's team continues to produce results, without needing to travel around, and is directly striving to build a first-class national trauma surgery department.

It is estimated that within a few years, Zhongnan Hospital will be among the top ten trauma surgeons.

With several level 6 skills and a vast number of level 5 skills, Fang Ziye is fully capable of achieving this!

……

At 8:55, the Gong family and the professor arrived.

The group was talking and laughing.

As Professor Gong Jiahe looked at the X-ray images of the pelvis of the patients who had previously undergone surgery in the image reading system, he exclaimed, "The quality of this surgery is simply impeccable."

"Professor Fang, please take a look!"

After the surgery, a follow-up examination is definitely necessary. The recovery period begins after the body has recovered to a certain extent.

At that time, the patient may be able to get out of bed and walk around.

Fang Zhikuan and others are experts in trauma surgery. They may not be able to perform some surgeries, but they have a keen eye for assessing the quality of surgical procedures.

Fang Zhikuan wasn't blind; he had seen it when the Gong family was reviewing the film. He just sighed, then stared at Fang Ziye's hands, smacked his lips, and the wrinkles on his face deepened.
"I wish I could chop off my own hand and then reattach Professor Fang's hand."

Does anyone know if anyone has successfully performed this type of allogeneic limb transplant surgery?

Fang Zhikuan did not reply, but instead made a sophisticated joke in the tone of a serious academic discussion.

This is high-level communication and flattery.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yi immediately seized the opportunity to interject: "Professor Fang, this kind of surgery wouldn't pass ethical review; it's impossible for it to happen."

Organ transplantation, excluding limb transplantation.

Because organ transplantation does not affect the deceased's appearance after death.

If limbs and organs are also donated, it would be contrary to humanitarian principles, and no country would approve such a surgery.

"Little Gu, isn't your protectiveness of your junior brother a bit too obvious?" Fang Zhikuan laughed.

"Fellow disciples, our bond is a predestined one from a previous life."

“We’re brothers from the same family,” Gu Yi said.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye interrupted, saying, "Professor Gong, Professor Fang, and Professor Yan, we have very high expectations for the postoperative recovery of this patient with bone defects."

"The most important thing after surgery is to prevent infection, so we need to ask professors in the respiratory department for more consultations and support."

"In addition, regarding another patient with nonunion, I recently went back and thought about it, and I have this idea, but I don't know if it's mature enough."

"The patient's fracture was well fixed, the surgery was excellent, and we have conducted many laboratory tests related to immunity and rheumatology, and there were no abnormalities."

"Nonunion is unlikely to be caused by high blood sugar, so we should consider whether local blood circulation has been affected."

"I suggest that we have regular MRI scans, but we don't need contrast imaging."

"A regular MRI with enhancement will suffice."

"This is my first thought."

"Secondly, I reviewed the patient's previous postoperative imaging results and found that after each examination, the fracture ends showed no signs of healing."

"In other words, there seems to be no sign of granulation tissue formation. So I suggested we do a small experiment, which is to make a small bone traction perforation in the patient!"

"Then we observe for a period of time to see if there is a fracture healing period after the bone traction perforation. In this way, we can either affirm the patient's self-healing ability or deny it!"

Fracture rehabilitation is divided into four stages, which is a general topic covered in the overview of fractures and is familiar to everyone.

When encountering an unknown disease, it is necessary to start from these basic principles.

Fracture rehabilitation is divided into four stages: 1. Granulation tissue repair; 2. Primary callus formation; 3. Mature bone plate formation; 4. Reshaping.

The granulation tissue repair period is when bleeding and swelling at the fracture site cause surrounding bone marrow stem cells to secrete into the area around the fracture, forming a local hematoma. This process takes about half a month.

If we don't even see this first step, then there's no point in discussing the rest.

Fang Ziye continued, "The fourth possibility is that I looked at the patient's initial medical record again, which stated an open fracture with irregular fracture fragments."

“The day before yesterday, I asked the patient, and he was unconscious after the injury. There were other injured people at the same site. So, do you think it is possible that he was injured?”

"That is, this irregular fracture fragment is not the patient's own, but someone else's. So, during the first fracture treatment surgery, the other person's fracture fragment was preserved as the patient's fracture fragment, intended to be used as a bone support frame, which resulted in a local immune rejection reaction."

"These bone fragments were completely necrotic and absorbed during subsequent surgeries, but local immune rejection remained, which is the key reason why subsequent surgeries failed to heal them."

"There is a fifth possibility, which is that some of the medications we use may not be able to reach the fracture site."

“For a normal person, even if the medication to promote fracture healing doesn’t reach the affected area, the patient’s own body has the ability to repair the fracture and doesn’t need external medication. But this patient is different…”

"If that's the case, we can try local drug delivery through local puncture or interventional methods."

Fang Ziye's basic theory of trauma surgery is at level 6, so he has a thorough understanding of various principles and immediately listed five solutions.

After listing them out, the discussion begins.

Finally, three options were identified: one was to try to prove the patient's self-healing ability through bone traction holes; the second was to administer medication locally; and the third was to consider whether there was indeed a local immune rejection.

The first two are preferred, and the third is the next best choice.

After the treatment plan for this patient was decided, Fang Ziye said, "Professor Gong, I think the sixth patient I posted in the group yesterday is quite interesting?"

Upon hearing this, Gong Jiahe, who was very familiar with the daily cases, immediately frowned: "Professor Fang, are you referring to that patient with severe lower limb deformities?"

“This level of deformity is very difficult to treat. His affected limb is at least 20 centimeters shorter than his healthy limb!”

"And there is also a certain degree of muscle atrophy."

Normal deformities are either shortened by less than 10 centimeters, but what does it mean if the lower limbs are shortened by 20 centimeters?
You've restored your limbs to normal, but what about the muscles? What about the skin?

What about blood vessels and nerves?
Full transplant?

Currently, the treatment team is considering whether to perform a shortening and displacement procedure on the healthy side.

“It is quite difficult, but that’s precisely why we can give it a try!” Fang Ziye said.

"However, this is just my initial thought. Whether or not to admit the patient will need to be discussed by several professors."

Fang Ziye will not act on his own initiative!
The types of illnesses that come here are all kinds of strange and unusual; I don't know where the sanatorium finds them.

However, China is a very large country, and there may be cases of all kinds of rare diseases!

It's just a matter of more or less.

Despite the large base number, the number of patients is still too high.

……

After the discussion, Professor Miyaka led the team to visit the old lady and explained the situation.

The old man was in despair and said, "Professor Gong, I've already accepted the amputation anyway, so please proceed with the procedure."

"I don't care about doing experiments, all I want now is to have my limb amputated as soon as possible and go home." The old man's face was completely expressionless.

Hope after hope, disappointment after disappointment, naturally led to indifference.

The pain had lasted for ten years!
Even though she firmly believed in materialism, she wondered if she had offended some deity who was punishing her in this way.

“We will do our best!” Professor Gong replied.

After that, Fang Ziye ended another 'busy and tiring' day at 11 a.m.

Fang Ziye plans to go into the city today to buy some things.

Mainly buying snacks and drinks.

The sanatorium is well-equipped, but there are no snacks.

Luo Tingzhu, that "snack harvester," can't go without food if she comes.

Although snacking is bad, Luo Tingzhu is gradually giving it up, but she is reducing the frequency.

After all, this was a habit that had been with her for a long time, and had even replaced her motherly love to some extent, so it wouldn't happen so quickly.

Besides, Luo Tingzhu is still young, so Fang Ziye didn't take any forceful measures to make her give up eating snacks.

"Professor Fang, Professor Fang!~"

"You're off work, right? Let's talk alone." Fang Ziye had just left when Hu Hai was still there, smiling at him!
"We don't know each other, brother."

"Don't bother talking to me, there's nothing to talk about. I'm very busy with work right now," Fang Ziye replied coldly.

Hu Hai approached and revealed his trump card, lowering his voice: "Professor Fang, Natural Science Award, Chutian Scholar."

"One of Hubei Province's Top Ten Outstanding Youths!"

"Professor Fang, I will do everything I can to help you get it, and I'm sure you will."

Since Fang Ziye doesn't seek money or connections, he should seek fame; that's all he can hope for.

"No, brother, I already said we don't know each other. What you're doing is harassment, you know that?"

"I called the police?" Fang Ziye picked up his phone.

"Professor Fang, you can name your conditions, anything is fine. Is your relative taking the civil service exam?"

"Do you want a promotion? If it's any company, a promotion and a raise are fine." Hu Hai was desperate.

Why is he so stubborn?
What deep-seated grudge do we have?

"Hello, is this 110?"

"Yes, I'm going to call the police. I'm being stalked and harassed. I'm at the nursing home in Enshi!"

“There are surveillance videos, and the security guard can vouch for me,” Fang Ziye said calmly to the people inside.

Upon hearing this, Hu Hai's face turned a deep, liver-colored hue.

He clenched his fists tightly, but when he saw Fang Ziye's height, build, and strong muscles, he felt a little intimidated.

Fang Ziye is an orthopedic surgeon.

"Professor Fang, do you really have to go this far, with everyone fighting to the death?" Hu Hai asked.

"I don't understand what you mean. I've already called the police."

"Your understanding of 'fish die, net breaks' is your own interpretation. Fish may die, but the net may not necessarily break. Every fisherman knows that; it's common sense," Fang Ziye replied coldly, then continued pushing his cart across the road to avoid being hit.

"Do you believe I can make it so hard for your teacher to make a living?" Hu Hai finally threatened in a low voice.

"I believe you!" Fang Ziye turned around, nodded, and then walked into the residential area across the street without saying anything else.

Hu Hai was dumbfounded.

and then?
You believed it and then nothing happened?

……

When Fang Ziye came out, the police had arrived.

Although Hu Hai has left, the surveillance footage is still there. Hu Hai squatted here for a full six hours. He came in the early morning and wandered around.

Then they only looked for Fang Ziye. After Fang Ziye explained that he did not know the other party and had no interaction or grudge with him, the police took a note.

If Hu Hai didn't continue to cause trouble, they wouldn't be able to control him.

However, Hu Hai still left.

Fang Ziye then returned to the villa.

Since Hu Hai has said that, he will no longer go to the city to buy things or make purchases.

Not satisfied with takeout? Can't errand services work? Why not have online shopping deliveries brought directly to your apartment complex door?

After returning to the house, Fang Ziye made himself a cup of hot tea, then sat down at his computer and opened his email.

There were three more unread messages in my inbox, all of them articles published by Fang Ziye's team.

Previously, Jie Han had saved more than 20 articles in advance, and now, with the gradual release of articles, he can produce at least two or three articles a month.

They don't discriminate; they send messages to high-scoring, medium-scoring, and low-scoring individuals alike.

However, Fang Ziye's team will not consider submitting to journals with a score below 10, as these are all entirely new studies.

This year, Fang Ziye's team has been incredibly productive.

In the afternoon, around four o'clock.

Fang Ziye then received another call from an unknown number.

The voice on the other end sounded more mature than the Hu Hai he had met today. It began, "Professor Fang, if it's convenient, may I bother you for a few minutes?"

The other person should be a middle-aged man, judging from his voice, probably in his forties or fifties, but Fang Ziye couldn't be sure.

"I'm reading literature, so it's not very convenient," Fang Ziye replied.

The other party took a deep breath and said in a calm voice, "Professor Fang, we really don't want to make enemies with you, and we never thought of doing this."

"I'm willing to accept punishment or even a beating for doing something wrong, but can't you even do me a small favor?"

Fang Ziye replied, "I don't know what you're talking about. Now that I've made my choice, I don't want to get entangled with anything anymore."

"I once heard my master say that you are only responsible for the patients you encounter yourself."

"A doctor doesn't knock on the door!"

"I'll figure out how to solve my own problems. I'll do things the same way I did before. As for what it will cost, that's not my concern!" Fang Ziye's meaning was quite clear.

(End of this chapter)