top student at medical school

Chapter 548 Arrogance and Authority

The next day, after Fang Zi woke up, he chatted with Gu Yi about these little things while eating noodles in the cafeteria, taking it as a joke.

After hearing this, Senior Brother Gu Yi put down his chopsticks very seriously and analyzed, "Ziye, I once saw a sentence online: every side that a person sees can be called the world."

"You and Professor Liu, along with your master, have seen so many complex surgeries at Zhongnan Hospital that they've come to regard them as ordinary."

"I don't know how you feel, but when I went to a farmhouse restaurant before, I was shocked to see some kids catching birds with their bare hands."

Some time ago, in order to maintain order within the sanatorium, Gu Yi addressed Fang Ziye as "Professor Fang" a few times.

However, Fang Ziye brushed past him without giving Gu Yi a second glance. From then on, Gu Yi changed his way of addressing him and started calling him Ziye again.

Fang Ziye personally believes that no matter how special or well-regulated a sanatorium is, it cannot sever the bond between master and disciple. Once the master-disciple relationship is established, the relationship between fellow disciples and fellow students remains.

Some senior students and their teachers have been gone for many years, yet they still maintain contact with each other. How much more so for Deng Yong, who is currently in his prime.

"It's not really good to say it that way, since our department did have a significant head start."

"However, this also made me feel the charm of innovation once again."

"Looking back on the steps of our medical development, I have even more respect for those older predecessors." Fang Ziye's feelings were somewhat different from Gu Yi's.

The last century, or rather the century before that!
China's foundation was very weak, but under those conditions, many of our predecessors persevered and made steady progress in all aspects, which enabled China's medicine to have its current foundation. It was truly not easy.

Gu Yi said, "Ziye, I think your current level has reached a certain height, and you can barely be called a true scholar."

"The more scholars learn, the more humble they become; the more outstanding they are, the more cautious they become. They know how to be humble at all times, which may be the real reason why they are so learned."

"Anyway, my current mindset is that if I were as capable as you, Ziye, I could walk around with my nose in the air."

Gu Yi sighed with emotion.

He was quite tall, about 1.8 meters, similar to Fang Ziye. He was a bit thinner than before, but still slightly chubby, with strong muscles and an ordinary face, but he looked exceptionally cheerful.

When I was doing my PhD, I often liked to joke around, and I was one of the more outgoing senior students.

But now they have become increasingly cautious, mature and steady.

“Senior brother, I used to have the same mindset as you do now, but after actually getting to this point, I realized that my previous thoughts were quite naive.”

"Look up at the sky, look down at the earth, look up at people," Fang Ziye said.

Ultimately, we can only see the people or things that are within our sight!

Gu Yi finally laughed: "Ziye, you're pitiful. You're so young, and you're already losing out on lower-level pleasures. That's not good."

"How about your senior brother takes you to see the world of mortals next time?" Gu Yi blinked.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye shook his head vigorously.

Enshi is a place with a well-developed foot massage industry. During the Hubei Provincial Mid-Year Academic Conference and Young Physician Skills Competition in the middle of last year, two "seniors" were detained and disqualified from participating because of this.

Fang Ziye wasn't that thirsty yet, so of course he had to keep himself pure.

“Senior brother, you should also avoid going to these places,” Fang Ziye replied.

"Look at yourself, aren't you so vulgar?"

"I know a reputable place where the massage techniques are excellent, and you feel very relaxed afterward. I've heard that there are even descendants of the late TCM doctor Chen working there, but I rarely see them."

“Our professors here go there often!” Gu Yi said with a smile.

Fang Ziye then realized that he had been overthinking things. However, Gu Yi's words were so ambiguous and cryptic that it was impossible for Fang Ziye not to have the wrong idea.

At 8:40, after having breakfast, the two leisurely made their way to the surgical work area.

Gu Yi lit a cigarette on the way and forced one on Fang Ziye.

I thought Fang Ziye wouldn't accept it, but to my surprise, he did, lit it, took two puffs, and then coughed.

Gu Yi clicked his tongue in amazement and said, "Why did you decide to accept it today?"

"The surgery for lower limb shortening deformity that I'm scheduled to perform on the 24th, and the surgery for a patient with total bone loss in a single lower limb that I'm scheduled to perform on the 26th, are both particularly mentally taxing."

"I've heard people say that smoking can increase inspiration, but that's a lie. I still can't learn it."

"Senior brother, you shouldn't give it to me next time." Fang Ziye took another drag, still feeling extremely uncomfortable, and then put out the cigarette.

Seeing Fang Ziye like this, Gu Yi couldn't help but feel sorry for him: "Ziye, if you are under too much pressure or are unsure, you can call off the surgery, postpone it, or even cancel it."

After throwing the cigarette butt into the ashtray, Fang Ziye turned around and said, "Of course I know, but it's not that difficult."

"There are differences between surgeries. If it's just to complete the surgery, it's not very difficult. But to complete the surgery well and with high quality, you have to sacrifice some brain cells."

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he let out two long breaths to relieve the discomfort caused by smoking.

In this sanatorium, all the patients are difficult to treat, and none of them are easy to handle. There were a few moments when Fang Ziye wanted to lie down and lie even straighter.

At 46 minutes past the hour, the two put on white coats and went into the office together.

Gu Yi immediately sat down at the computer and began his work. Fang Ziye saw that Gong Jiahe and the professor were also at the computer, carefully reviewing the pre- and post-operative examination results of patients, so he didn't dare to be idle either.

However, just as Fang Ziye sat down, an elderly man with a cane under his armpits slowly limped into the office area.

Many people saw him, but none of them refused to see him.

The office area is not a restricted area, and patients are not prohibited from coming in to see you. Even the doctors can't see the patients' key information, and these patients are not professionals, so it's no wonder they can't detect anything unusual.

"Excuse me, who is Dr. Fang Ziye?" He didn't know Fang Ziye personally, but he should know him, so he asked Tang Xin from the neurosurgery department.

Tang Xin didn't recognize the patient and assumed he was looking for Fang Ziye, so he patiently pointed to the trauma surgery office area: "Over there, the youngest and most handsome one is there."

Upon hearing the patient's words, Gong Jiahe and the others turned around, assuming that one of their patients had gotten out of bed!

The patients in our group right now aren't suited to traveling that far.

Those who have undergone hemipelvic reconstruction can at most walk around in the yard. Those with nonunion can walk around in the room. As for those who had functional reconstruction surgery, they just had the operation yesterday. If they dare to get out of bed and leave the room today, the Gong family will definitely go and complain to the nurse in charge.

Of the remaining two patients, one had a limp lower limb, and the other had a shortened lower limb that was practically nonexistent.

Looking back, he realized he didn't recognize the person who had approached.

"Who are you?" Gong Jiahe hesitated for a moment before asking.

The old man completely ignored Gong Jiahe and instead limped towards Fang Ziye with his cane.

Fang Ziye also squinted, looking at the other person thoughtfully.

"Professor Fang, you are truly a great professor! It's so difficult to even get an audience with you!"

"If all doctors in the world were like you, life would be too hard for us patients." The old man was not tall, only about 1.6 meters.

His hair was half-white, his body looked very strong, his hands were powerful, and his pace was still quite fast even with a cane.

At the same time, his tone and voice were also very sharp.

Fang Ziye put down the mouse, looked the other person over carefully again, and then said, "Sir, if I remember correctly, this is the first time we've met? What you just said was a bit too harsh."

The old man put down his cane, sat down, and snorted coldly: "This is our first meeting. It's just that Professor Fang, your threshold is too high for me to cross."

"Seeing you almost cost me half my life. I dare not see you more than once!" the old man said in his sarcastic tone.

His demeanor clearly indicated that he was no ordinary person; his voice was cold, his speech decisive, and his enunciation clear.

He didn't act like someone in a superior position, relying on his seniority.

If the first time was a joke, continuing to say such things would be purely a matter of having a problem with Fang Ziye and engaging in personal attacks against him.

Fang Ziye wasn't stupid; he vaguely guessed who the other person was, so he asked, "Old man, have I offended you? Or did I not perform the surgery well? Or was I rude to you during my clinic visit?"

"You come up here and treat me like this? Isn't that a bit rude?"

The old man put down his cane and said, "Who would dare to be rude to you? Professor Fang, you come and go as you please, ignoring your patients and the lives of others."

"What a good doctor." The old man's voice was a little softer.

"After all, he's a professor, someone who's been to school; his airs are as high as his knowledge." Feeling unsatisfied, he added a few more words.

Upon hearing this, Professor Zheng Dahai from the Department of Neurosurgery spoke up and asked, "Brother, let's talk this out. Was there some misunderstanding between you and Dr. Fang before?"

Zheng Dahai then looked at Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Professor Zheng, I am the chief resident at Zhongnan Hospital. I do not see patients in the outpatient department or in elective clinics. Apart from emergency patients, other patients are not within the scope of my responsibilities."

"This is the first time I've met this old man, but I don't know if he ate garlic, because his breath smells so strong!"

The old man slammed his cane on the ground and said, "Professor Fang, what are you pretending to be so high-minded for? I'm here now, aren't I? You still have to treat me properly, don't you?"

"How arrogant can you be? I'd really like to see."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye laughed and glanced at Gong Jiahe. Gong Jiahe shook his head, confirming that this was not the trauma group.

After looking at Professor Fang Zhikuan again, Professor Fang Zhikuan also shook his head, confirming that this was not someone from the trauma surgery team.

However, upon hearing this, Professor Ye Fusheng of the Hand Surgery Department could no longer sit still and quickly stepped forward to explain, "Sir, what brings you here?"

“Our team is your primary attending physician. Dr. Fang is from the trauma team, and we are from the hand function reconstruction team.”

Are you here to discuss treatment options?

“I’ll come to your yard later, and we can talk privately. Your medical condition is a private matter.”

Upon hearing this, the old man glanced at Fang Ziye, whose expression was cold and whose eyes were blank, and then looked at Ye Fusheng.

He asked, "Professor Ye, do you mean that even though I'm here, it wasn't him who performed the surgery on me, but one of your colleagues?"

"That's the principle!" Ye Fusheng nodded.

Fang Ziye can also perform hand surgery, provided that he is willing to accept referrals from other groups, or that he can recruit patients from within the group.

"What's the point of all this? I just want him to perform the surgery. I already said it before, what are you guys doing here?"

"Get it arranged right away!" The old man tapped the ground with his cane again, clearly feeling extremely embarrassed.
Fang Ziye said in a more tactful tone, "Professor Ye, since this is a patient under your group's care, please let him return to your office area. You'll be making rounds soon, and everyone needs to work."

Ye Fusheng glanced at Fang Ziye, then looked at Gong Jiahe with a pleading look in his eyes: "Professor Gong?"

Gong Jiahe pretended not to see it, and still politely explained, "Professor Ye, there is cooperation between our different groups, but the admission of patients is at the discretion of each group."

"If there are any cases that fall under our trauma surgery category, we will do our best to assist in the diagnosis and treatment."

Gong Jiahe understood.

This patient is neither one of Fang Ziye's outpatients nor one of the patients Fang Ziye has ever met. The two have never met. The old man feels that he has been ignored by Fang Ziye, so he is throwing a tantrum here!

Do you think the Gong family will tolerate him? This is a military sanatorium, not a noble sanatorium, much less an imperial medical clinic. You think you can act like a big shot here just because you're old?

I'm sorry, but we don't cater to everyone here. Perhaps other sanatoriums are like this.

The old man said directly, "Professor Ye, I don't care. I made it very clear when I came here that I only want him to perform the surgery. I don't agree to anyone else doing it."

“He didn’t want to do it for me, but I insisted that he do it for me.”

Fang Ziye didn't want to pay any attention to him. He just smiled casually and turned to look at the computer in his group.

I don't know if it was my own arrogance or the other party's official power that made them think they were invincible just because they had some influence, and they didn't treat people like human beings.

Not all elderly people are kind, nor are all elderly people reasonable. On the contrary, some elderly men and women like to be stubborn and inflexible.

Perhaps their lifelong work ethic has shaped their current personalities, but Fang Ziye still has his own things to do.

Professor Du Donglin stepped forward and said, "Old man, please keep your voice down. If you talk to Dr. Fang like that, how can you expect him to perform surgery on you?"

"You've offended everyone, and you expect them to go through all the trouble of performing surgery on you? Isn't that a bit unreasonable?"

The old man then asked, "What if I insist on forcing someone to do something they don't want to do?"

His tone was firm, and his gaze was fixed on Du Donglin.

Du Donglin said, "There is no such thing as coercion in medicine."

"So you mean the nursing home will refuse to treat patients?" The old man had even prepared some materials!

"A sanatorium is not a hospital and is not subject to existing medical management regulations. There is no such thing as refusing treatment." Du Donglin's temper flared up as well. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

I've already put it so bluntly, if you insist on going against me, then go ahead and go against me.

"This is absurd. Your sanatorium is essentially a medical facility. The primary function of medicine is to treat the sick and save lives."

"What's going on here? Are you planning to kick me out?" The old man sneered, surveying everyone.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, the old man looked at Fang Ziye and said, "Professor Fang, don't be too happy yet. I said that what I want to do, you have to do. You can't escape it."

"Even if..."

Just then, the security personnel came in.

He walked over quickly.

Upon seeing the elderly man, they asked, "What's going on? A sanatorium is supposed to be a quiet place for rest and recuperation, why are you making a scene?"

Du Donglin gave a brief account of the situation, while Fang Ziye did not show up at all.

Miyake Kazuya also offered a few explanations.

The older man in the security department glanced at Fang Ziye, then said to the old man, "Sir, you're being a bit unreasonable." "As the saying goes, every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. You've never even met Dr. Fang, so why are you here cursing him?"

"If he really wronged you, it would be reasonable for you to say a few words, but he still..."

“He’s disgraced the white coat he’s wearing. Is this how a doctor should act?” the old man said.

“Our patients traveled thousands of miles to seek treatment, but he just ran away without saying a word.”

"I was very polite before, I was almost humble, but what about him? He just ran away, completely disregarding what his patient thought?"

Where has the spirit of "a doctor's benevolence" gone?

"No manners!" the old man said, having had his fill of cursing.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye could no longer remain silent. He turned around, stood up, and asked, "Old man, did you give birth to me and raise me?"

The old man didn't speak, but said, "You have no morals!"

"You have no obligation to give me life, no obligation to raise me, no obligation to teach me, and no obligation to establish a medical relationship with me."

"Are you the Emperor or something?"

"The power and honorary titles the country gave you are just for you to throw a tantrum here and cause trouble unreasonably?"

"May I be so bold as to ask, sir, what do you do for a living?" Fang Ziye asked.

"You stinking soldier, what's wrong? Are you going to hit me?" The old man wasn't afraid of Fang Ziye getting angry, and even raised his chin.

Fang Ziye laughed: "So, old man, after serving in the army for so long, which leader taught you to be so insulting and abuse your power for personal gain?"

"Using power and influence to oppress people like this? I'll listen and pay my respects!"

Upon hearing this, the old man immediately grabbed his cane and tried to hit the person.

"Young man, watch your words! My old boss is not someone you can talk nonsense about!!!" The old man was really angry.

However, due to his leg weakness, he couldn't reach the area where Fang Ziye was located.

Several security personnel apprehended him.

"Oh, right, according to your understanding, what the army taught you was to bully unarmed civilians like me."

"The bullets we were given were for killing ordinary civilians like us. Isn't that right?"

"Then you come!" Fang Ziye was completely going all out.

Others can criticize him for being immoral, but they can't criticize him for being ill-mannered!

Fang Ziye had never wronged the other party. To be honest, not a single penny of the other party's registration fee went into Fang Ziye's pocket. Why should I provide "medical" services to you?
Based on your so-called medical ethics?

The old man stopped moving, his gaze fixed on Fang Ziye: "Sharp-tongued! Morally corrupt, wearing a white coat, your hands are probably stained with the blood of countless people."

Fang Ziye said, "My hands are stained with blood, but those people are fine now. I hope that the blood on your hands, sir, did not endanger anyone's life."

"For no reason at all, you came up to me and started cursing and insulting me, saying I have no manners."

"What have I done to offend you?"

Where is your manners?

"Who taught you to swear and insult people like that?"

"Fang Ziye!!!" The old man gritted his teeth.

Gong Jiahe also tugged at Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye ignored Gong Jiahe's pull and continued, "No need for harm, no need for it!"

"The reason why those people dare to control the registration system is because you people with a little power want to show your difference and think you are superior."

"So you can enjoy better medical resources. As for whether other people can get an appointment and get cured, in your opinion, it is not worth mentioning at all. As long as you get cured, that's all that matters."

“In your eyes, the pain of ordinary patients is not worth mentioning, which is why you abuse your power for personal gain and stir up trouble.”

"Getting angry? Did I make myself clear?"

"Should we make this public and let the public judge?"

"Whose hands are stained with the patient's blood? Who is dressed so smartly, yet harbors a dark heart?"

"Who exactly is it that abuses their power for personal gain, treats people as playthings, and is morally corrupt and of low character?"

"I'm leaving? Why can't I leave? My job, my experience, and current social policies all support everyone's freedom to choose their career!"

"Why can't I, Fang Ziye? Why? What did I do wrong?"

"What did my parents and teachers do to offend you? Why do you have to drag them into this when you're scolding me?"

"You didn't give birth to me or raise me, you insulted my parents and teachers, so who do you think you are?"

"Yes, you may have contributed to the country and given a lot to our country and our people."

"But let me ask you one more question: Has the country and the people done anything to wrong you?"

"After you were injured, did they pay for your medical treatment? Did they pay you a salary so you could live comfortably? Did they give you any recognition?"

"What else do you want? To make everyone kneel at your feet, to kick someone down with one kick, to kill me if you're unhappy today, and to kill him if you're unhappy tomorrow?"

"If someone has wronged you, go find them, don't come to me to vent!"

"I have done nothing wrong to you."

“Never, so you shouldn’t scold me.” Fang Ziye’s words were somewhat cutting.

However, Fang Ziye's logic in cursing was clear, truly placing the other party on the highest moral ground, without offending anyone related to him.

Who taught him? Surely no one taught him.

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, but his limited education prevented him from confronting Fang Ziye directly.

The "papapa" sound Fang Ziye was making was from a laser gun, while the opponent's weapon was a semi-automatic rifle, or perhaps not even that; it was more like a hastily made bow and arrow to fight against Fang Ziye!
"Professor Fang, please say less," Gong Jiahe said.

Fang Ziye then sat down and calmly said, "If you feel that I have wronged you, you can file a complaint with the medical department or the health department."

"If you continue to delay my work here, then you are letting down the patients under our care. I hope you will have some self-respect."

"I need to work, please don't disturb me."

"And don't insult my parents and family."

Fang Ziye faces the computer.

All he can do is use words; he can't actually hit anyone.

Calling the police probably won't do much good.

The old man's family members had arrived by now. One of his daughters, after hearing what had happened, first glared at Fang Ziye, and then began to apologize to everyone.

"I'm sorry, I apologize. My dad just asked me to get him breakfast, but I said I should ask the caregiver to do it, and he refused."

"I'm sorry to have disturbed your work." Even if you win, it's still undignified if your own father makes a scene here.

Moreover, judging from the current situation, it seems that his father has lost, which makes things even more undignified.

"Professor Fang, I'm sorry, my father is old, please forgive him." The woman said, and helped her father up.

To be honest, if they could find fault with Fang Ziye, things wouldn't be like this now. They wouldn't even need to come here for treatment. Fang Ziye would have already been running around trying to save himself and even begging for help.

However, it did not.

……

A farce ended here.

Many people glanced in Fang Ziye's direction, then became curious about what he was saying.

However, that kind of thing sounds very exciting and taboo, so after chatting for a while, we didn't delve into it further!
If this were exposed, it would cause great public outrage, which would be very difficult to suppress.

Being able to handle the situation quietly and without fanfare is the best approach.

Such things are difficult to completely prohibit.

However, after Fang Ziye finished his rounds and fully understood the situation, the elderly man and his daughter came to the office area again.

Standing beside them were Professor Du Donglin from the Department of Hand Surgery, Professor Zheng Dahai from the Department of Neurosurgery, and Director Liang from the Department of Logistics Support.

The logistics support department here is responsible not only for logistics but also for liaison and operational planning.

After all, the medical resources to be provided here are not many, and there is not much need to procure them.

"Professor Fang, I'm sorry, it's just that this old gentleman is too anxious. After all, he has been suffering from illness for a long time and wants to recover as soon as possible."

"So before that, I accidentally took the wrong path."

"Then, Professor Fang, you left right before his scheduled surgery, which upset the old man and led to this misunderstanding today," Director Liang said with a smile.

The patient's daughter also said, "Professor Fang, please don't be angry. I apologize to you on behalf of my father!"

“He might be a little senile, so what he said before was too much. My brother, my mother, and I all criticized him severely.”

"Apologize, Dad?" The woman tugged at the old man's sleeve.

The old man lowered his head and said softly, "I'm sorry, Professor Fang! I shouldn't have scolded you, and I certainly shouldn't have said you were ill-mannered."

Fang Ziye continued to stare at the computer screen.

The patient wasn't in their group, and after reviewing a complete test result, the patient said, "It's nothing, I won't be in any danger!"

“I accept your apology, but I must explain a few things. My previous words were not directed at anyone, but only at what happened to me.”

"Let me say it again: is it wrong for me not to be a puppet to be manipulated?"

Those still in the office area have a general understanding of Fang Ziye's situation.

Therefore, everyone tacitly agreed not to bring it up again.

The patient's daughter then said, "Professor Fang, wasn't there some kind of malicious person causing trouble before? Please try to put yourself in their shoes."

“If we don’t do it, then we’ll never get treatment, and other people will leave.”

What can we do?

The patient's daughter, who had read many books, spoke with clear logic: "Of course, all of that is in the past. We have complete faith in Professor Fang's skills and character."

"That's why my father specifically asked you to come for the surgery. He's been saying this ever since he came to the sanatorium."

"He was just thinking of coming in first, and then transferring to you, trusting your skills. He didn't trust anyone else but you."

"They're just not good at expressing themselves. My father, he..."

Fang Ziye said, "You don't need to explain so much."

"Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, if the old man needs my sincere apology."

“I can apologize, sir. I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to respect the elderly, nor did I know how to manage my emotions.”

"I apologize for any offense I may have caused."

"As for the rest, let's not talk about it anymore. The relationship between doctors and patients should be relatively pure. If emotions get involved, they should take the initiative to avoid it."

Fang Ziye clasped his hands in a fist salute and then turned and walked away.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Dahai and Du Donglin's expressions immediately changed drastically.

Then they quickly pulled the old man, his daughter, and Director Liang out of the clinic area.

"Professor Zheng, Professor Du, what's wrong with you two?"

"Didn't we agree on the referral?" the patient's daughter asked.

“It’s broken, it’s broken!”

"Professor Fang has already stated that there was a conflict between you and him. The conflict was neither major nor minor, but it did happen at the time."

"Now, he can't treat you anymore. Otherwise, if anything goes wrong during the surgery, should we say that Professor Fang is deliberately taking revenge, or that it was just a simple accident?"

"Therefore, in the medical field, surgeons are generally required to recuse themselves from surgeries performed on their own relatives or patients with whom they have had past conflicts!!!"

"This?" The patient and his daughter were both stunned upon hearing this.

"Can't we even believe?" the patient's daughter pressed.

"How can you believe it? How can others believe it?"

"What I mean is, if something isn't done well, wouldn't your first reaction be that Professor Fang deliberately left something for you to finish?"

"Surgery is not child's play; if there are any doubts, we will stop immediately!" Zheng Dahai said.

"But we apologized!" the patient's daughter asked.

"But at the time, Dr. Fang took it to heart, didn't he?" Zheng Dahai's voice was also calm.

(End of this chapter)