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Chapter 549 Old Deng and the Old Fox

“Otherwise, why would Professor Fang not reply to you at first, and then suddenly say so much?” Zheng Dahai looked in the direction of the old man.

He shook his head: "Professor Fang is a very professional doctor. Not only is his skill excellent, but he also has an accurate memory of all the medical procedures."

"Others might be able to transfer to Professor Fang's group, but you really can't. Even if you do, Professor Fang won't be able to take the stage."

"Medicine is not child's play!"

Upon hearing this, the old man lowered his head and muttered stubbornly, "Fine, I won't share it then. I'm already this old anyway..."

Zheng Dahai took a deep breath: "Old man, if you're just thinking of not transferring it, then all the effort you've put in today will have been wasted?"

The old man and his daughter glanced at Zheng Dahai, but did not reply; they simply left in silence.

After leaving the office area, Zheng Dahai, a man in his fifties, witnessed a scene he would never forget.

Then, the father and daughter walked away. The old man threw down his cane, while the woman, still holding the cane, whispered a few words to him.

The two walked towards a certain corner almost simultaneously and then disappeared...

Zheng Dahai felt that he was not young anymore and had seen a lot of the world, but for a moment, his mind was still a bit blank.

I stood there for a few minutes, the winter sun was nowhere to be seen, a cold wind was blowing, and fallen leaves were drifting down.

The sanatorium remains beautiful, with lush, large evergreen leaves and unidentified flowers still blooming in the eleventh month of the lunar calendar.

This was a route Zheng Dahai often took. The large, brightly colored trash can, the late-blooming chrysanthemum he loved to look at on his way to check on the patients, the steps that had once tripped him up in the group, the beams and carved pillars—everything was so familiar.

But now, he was being educated once again, as if all of this was completely foreign to him.

The logic is very simple!
The old man wasn't mindless, nor was he acting out of irrationality without any purpose. He staged this whole thing today simply to attract hatred.

He came solely to incite Fang Ziye's hatred; he wasn't even a patient at the sanatorium!
Why attract Fang Ziye's hatred? Firstly, to show that some people are not to be trifled with and have tempers too.

Secondly, I came to deliver a message to them: they are also victims.

The things that certain people in the Hubei Provincial Health Commission, and others, did were utterly inhumane and utterly absurd.

Fang Ziye can wait, but patients cannot. Ordinary patients do not want to wait, and they share the same mentality.

What if you don't wait?
Should we just kill these 'scum' directly?
Actually, as you get older and meet more people, your sharpness will diminish. If you can lower your head, then lower your head. It's just a matter of stuffing something in; it won't affect anything.

As long as there's a chance to queue, and so many precedents for treatment, just wait.

However, Fang Ziye accidentally discovered this and ran away unintentionally, which substantially caused those people's interests to be harmed. It would be strange if he didn't come forward and deal with those scumbags.

They're still in the sanatorium now, and this whole thing has happened.

Anyway, if Zheng Dahai were in Fang Ziye's shoes, he would probably lower his guard after encountering this incident.

It's just a matter of performing a few more surgeries.

On his way back, Zheng Dahai indeed heard Professor Du Donglin and Professor Yao Zhanzhong from the Department of Hand Surgery advising him: "Professor Fang, actually, it's best to prioritize harmony."

"There aren't many people, only seven or eight, and the surgery schedule isn't tight. Just think of it as doing a few more consultation surgeries."

"Leave the patient here with us."

"others?"

Fang Ziye listened without saying anything. After taking a long breath, he said, "Professor Du, Professor Yao, I wonder if you two have studied the primitive anatomy of bones and muscles in great detail?"

“When I was researching new classifications of fractures, I did some research on this topic and also sorted out the raw data of the muscles in the limbs.”

"But if there are functional impairments, it will inevitably be incomplete."

"The two sides are of unequal size."

"Mmm-hmm." Du Donglin didn't understand what Fang Ziye was saying, assuming that Fang Ziye was sharing his previous academic achievements with them.

"People can act out expressions, change their faces, and change their temperament, but they can't change their bones and muscles."

"That old man just now, his bones are fine, why was he using a cane?"

"His thighs are round and full, the superior iliac spines are level, his lower limbs are of equal length, and there is no obvious deformity at the knee joint."

"Just because someone is using crutches doesn't mean they have a functional impairment, does it?"

"Even if it is a neurological functional disorder, it should be a limp due to muscle incoordination, not a limping gait like that caused by a break in the continuity of the skeleton." Fang Ziye has made it very clear.

Pretending to be a cripple in front of a highly specialized trauma surgeon, the surgeon was perfectly in the right place at the right time.

Fang Ziye ignored the other party because he had already figured it out.

The other person was not a patient seeking medical treatment at all!

If it were just a patient, it would be one thing, but they're not his patients, yet they stand on the moral high ground to criticize him and even mention his parents and family. Should he just put up with it and not retaliate?
This is just a verbal battle between two normal people. Even if the other party calls the police or it gets out of hand, it's still just a very normal argument in society. He's just a normal person, so Fang Ziye might as well curse him out.

What kind of international joke are you kidding?
Du Donglin stumbled while sitting, almost tipping over his chair.

"Professor Fang, are you saying that this person is faking it? Him?"

"His medical records are fake!"

"Han Hongquan! Bring me his medical records." Du Donglin's mind went blank for a moment.

If a normal person is treated as a real patient, then he will be in big trouble.

Han Hongquan is the chief physician in their group. He is not young anymore, and at thirty-seven years old, he has not yet been promoted to associate professor. He has good professional skills, so he was recruited here.

Han Hongquan has a mature and steady appearance with broad shoulders. Upon hearing this, he quickly retrieved the relevant medical records and immediately opened the patient's MRI images.

"Professor Fang, your image analysis skills are the best, can you take a look for us? This is indeed a neurological dysfunction!" Du Donglin hurriedly pointed at the computer screen.

Fang Ziye glanced at it and replied, "Then it's definitely him. The patient should be real, but neither you nor I can be sure if it's him or not, right?"

Upon hearing this, Director Liang could no longer pretend.

He took two steps forward and whispered in Fang Ziye's ear, "Professor Fang, is it convenient to bother you for a moment? You don't have any surgeries scheduled today. Can we talk in private?"

This time, Director Liang wasn't as serious as before; his eyes held a thousand unspoken words.

Fang Ziye nodded upon hearing this.

He then followed Director Liang outside.

Director Liang must have come from the military; he was exceptionally robust and hale and hearty, showing no signs of aging even at fifty. He subconsciously took out a cigarette, held it in his hand, and prepared to light it.

Then, remembering that Fang Ziye didn't smoke, she retracted her words: "Professor Fang, I admit it, the old man who just left is not a patient of our sanatorium."

"It's a friend of one of my former bosses, and I admit that my former boss was a bit anxious before, so he took a risky approach."

"Including this time, it actually had a bit of an unconventional approach to it!"

"He's obsessed with reading the Thirty-Six Stratagems and is well-versed in Sun Tzu's Art of War. He wants to use some kind of trick to get rid of you, like driving a tiger to devour a wolf or something. Anyway, he'll find someone, pretend to be very fierce to you, and then act pitiful on the other hand."

"As you know, he is my former boss, and I have to follow his orders, so I can only keep it from you."

"However, as you said, ordinary people cannot fake being lame in front of a truly professional orthopedic surgeon."

"I apologize on behalf of my former boss!"

"I hope that Professor Fang can take into consideration that my former leader and several other people have suffered disabilities in order to contribute to the country or the people, and agree to perform surgery on them wholeheartedly."

"This is my personal request. If Professor Fang still disagrees, I will report it directly to Dean Chen, and we will never mention this matter again."

“I didn’t receive any benefits. The subsidies from the government and the salary from the sanatorium are enough for me and my family to live comfortably.”

"I can swear on this to the Party emblem!" Director Liang pointed his hands together toward the sky, his tone solemn.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye sighed: "Director Liang, what merits do I, Fang Ziye, actually possess?"

"To be treated like this? I'm just an ordinary surgeon, and I've come to understand it now."

“Surgery that doesn’t save lives and can be considered a ‘cosmetic’ procedure can be quite troublesome.”

"Perhaps I'm going to say something rather harsh, and you might not agree with it!"

"Compared to some of the patients we've seen in clinical practice who have passed away or had their limbs amputated, it's truly a blessing that they can walk with a limp."

Director Liang heard Fang Ziye's tone soften a bit and quickly nodded and smiled apologetically: "Professor Fang, you are definitely an expert in professional knowledge."

"Different people have different experiences and understandings of the world. My experience is relatively limited. I haven't experienced many big events, let alone witnessed many life-and-death situations."

"However, I have indeed witnessed the fragility of life when I was dispatched to disaster relief in the past."

"Similarly, after I went back, I also saw many living people suffering from the hardship of mobility impairment."

"I'm not sure how to judge who should be treated and who shouldn't be treated."

"If Professor Fang were willing to use his miraculous skills, many people would remember your kindness," Director Liang replied.

"Director Liang, could you please make a special note about it in the group chat later?" Fang Ziye agreed.

After listening, Director Liang immediately smiled and said, "Professor Fang, don't worry, I will definitely arrange for someone to handle the matter that's bothering you clearly."

"I will report everything to you in detail, and no one will bother you again."

"I live in the dormitory. If you have the chance, Professor Fang, please come to my humble abode so we can have a few drinks," Director Liang said, pointing towards the dormitory building.

Fang Ziye was quite surprised: "Director Liang, you actually live in the dormitory?"

"The nature of this sanatorium is that of a medical sanatorium, so of course the professional experts will take better care of me. I came here for a job. After retiring, I had nothing to do, so I moved my dormitory here," Director Liang said politely.

"Thank you for your kindness, Director Liang!" Fang Ziye said hurriedly.

Director Liang quickly waved his hand: "Professor Fang, you misunderstood. When I moved out, it wasn't to make room for you. I can't just give you that favor so easily."

"Professor Fang, then I won't disturb your work any longer." After saying that, Director Liang left, turning back to greet Fang Ziye several times afterward.

Fang Ziye then returned to the office area and found the Gong family and the professor.

However, at this moment, Professor Gong Jiahe was gathered with Professor Du Donglin of the Hand Surgery Department.

Upon seeing Professor Fang, Professor Fang Zhikuan said, "Professor Fang, there's nothing particularly important here. Why don't you go and chat with Professor Gong and Professor Du?"

"Professor Du means that we should combine our hand surgery and trauma surgery into one large orthopedic group."

"This makes it easier to separate surgical teams and also makes it easier to teach surgical procedures."

"Merge groups?" Fang Ziye was taken aback upon hearing this.

Is it still possible to do this?
"Yes, the grouping and merging of groups in the sanatorium can be applied for with Director Chen or Director Zheng of the surgical group. As long as there is sufficient ability, it is relatively free."

"Originally, there were only four groups here: surgery, internal medicine, rehabilitation, and traditional Chinese medicine. Later, many more groups were formed."

"For example, internal medicine is currently a large internal medicine group. After all, most of the patients who come here are surgical patients, so there are relatively few patients in the internal medicine group."

"Most of the patients in the rehabilitation group are those who have undergone surgery..."

Gong Jiahe and Du Donglin probably still hadn't reached an agreement, so they both stood up and walked over to Fang Ziye.

"Professor Fang, are there no surgeries scheduled today? Professor Fang and Professor Yan are handling routine eye care. Would it be convenient for us to go back and have a cup of tea together?"

"It just so happens that Team Leader Du from the Hand Surgery Department is also available!" Gong Jiahe said very politely, showing some respect for Fang Ziye.

The implication in his eyes was that this matter should be discussed by you, Fang Ziye, since you will become the team leader next month, and I shouldn't presume to make the decision ahead of time.

True academics and professionals have great respect for those who are better than themselves.

There is a sequence to learning the Way, and those who are enlightened are our teachers.

Fang Ziye thought about it for a moment and realized that there was nothing particularly wrong with the current patients, and everything that needed to be explained had already been explained!
The most worrying thing is the surgery he needs to have. We'll have to discuss it together tonight. If anyone comes up with a new idea or approach that can improve the quality of the surgery, then we'll have made a profit.

If all else fails, then we'll have to proceed with the planned surgery.

We come here to hone our surgical skills, to perform high-quality surgeries, and to strive to provide the best possible treatment for every patient.

"It's a pleasure to hear the guidance of the two professors," Fang Ziye said.

Respect others and respect others.

After arriving here, some people may feel resentful towards him, but on the surface they are all very polite.

It's perfectly normal to feel resentful.

Judge by actions, not intentions; if you judge by intentions, there are no good people in the world.

The three of them had originally planned to go to the Gong family and Professor Du's place, but as they walked, Professor Du said that he had good tea there, which he heard was very authentic West Lake Longjing.

After arriving at the entrance of the villa area, the group changed direction.

The viewing path is lined with cobblestones, and the garden features evergreen shrubs, flowers, and flowing water.

The environment here is quite elegant, and the interior decoration is no less impressive than that of the courtyard in a sanatorium.

Professor Du Donglin brought up the previous incident again, apologizing to Fang Ziye for not being thorough enough in their work, failing to notice the mismatch between the patient and the "patient".

It was true that the old man was too cunning, but it was also because they themselves had not checked carefully enough, and had not even noticed such a mistake.

As they were talking, Du Donglin used facial recognition to open the villa's automatic door.

"Professor Du, this is something that most people would find hard to think of. The angle is unusual, so it's likely that someone with expertise has given you some guidance."

“No normal person would think of faking being a patient to go through the hospital admission process,” Fang Ziye said.

This was truly the first time he had encountered something like this; if his scientific understanding and theoretical knowledge weren't deep enough, he wouldn't have been able to discover it.

The 'patient' is not a patient, and the patient is not a 'patient'!
Is this supposed to be a Zen discussion or just a riddle?

After the three of them arrived at the villa, Du Donglin set up a tea room for himself, and there were also original guzheng recording tapes.

"I'm pretty much a follower of the crowd. Whenever I'm thinking, I tend to listen to a little bit of music, even though I don't really appreciate it." Du Donglin turned on the record player, and deep, melodious music filled his ears.

It has a unique flavor, and the sound quality is indeed better than that of a mobile phone.

However, Fang Ziye couldn't appreciate it either.

After brewing tea and lighting cigarettes, Du Donglin, knowing that Fang Ziye liked to drink beverages, even suggested that he should order Fang Ziye a cup of milk tea or coffee.

There was a coffee machine outside, and Fang Ziye didn't want to drink tea today, so he made a cup of coffee and added ice to let it cool.

"Professor Du, your suggestion of merging the groups and having me take on the role of leader of two groups is a bit too ambitious!"

"I have no experience leading a team until now," Fang Ziye replied truthfully.

After listening, Du Donglin shook his head decisively: "That's not true, Professor Fang. What you're doing now, every move you make, is actually leading a team, it's just that you're unaware of it."

"Think about it yourself, isn't the role you're learning to play now the same as the teacher you used to follow?" Du Donglin said with a half-smile.

Fang Ziye was taken aback upon hearing this.

He naturally had no experience leading a team, but he had watched Deng Yong, Yuan Weihong, Liu Huanglong and others lead teams for many years, and through this exposure, he had learned a little bit.

"Actually, there is no standardized model or format for leading a group. Everyone has their own experience, and everyone's understanding and philosophy are different."

“This is much more difficult than teaching, so there’s no objective standard!” Du Donglin replied.

Fang Ziye is a professionally trained doctor who has received very orthodox medical education. He has a profound and accurate understanding of every title and rank in the medical field.

Therefore, although Fang Ziye said he had no experience leading a group, it was actually ingrained in his bones. Even if he was just imitating his teacher, he was already showing that tendency.

It's just that Fang Ziye's superiors were all teachers and his subordinates were all senior or junior brothers, so he didn't have this kind of awareness.

Fang Ziye was lucky, or perhaps he was just too outstanding, so his teacher didn't shift the blame onto him. Instead, he had Fang Ziye "lead the group in place of his teacher," subtly cultivating his abilities without Fang Ziye even realizing it.

Fang Ziye was deeply moved upon hearing this.

The images of Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong raced through their minds for a while before they finally took a deep breath.

If one is to grow up, it is an inevitable path to gradually realize that one's parents are getting old and becoming ordinary, and that one's teachers are getting old and becoming ordinary.

No one can be protected without worry for a lifetime, unless you are willing to remain a fledgling eagle and never fly out.

If you don't learn to grow up, you'll always remain immature.

"Professor Du, I'm also new to the sanatorium. Although Professor Gong gave me some information about the rules in the sanatorium before, my understanding is still not deep enough."

"If I may ask again, what are the specific tasks involved in leading this team?" Fang Ziye asked.

Du Donglin laughed and said, "Professor Fang, you don't need to be nervous. This is not a teaching hospital, or even a proper hospital."

"Look, you don't need to see patients in the clinic or do too much research. If you're leading a group, you're basically responsible for surgeries and teaching, and you can just hand over the daily tasks to others."

"The doctors here are all highly qualified, and they can handle their daily tasks without any difficulty."

"If we were placed in an outside hospital, any one of our teams could easily rank among the top twenty in the country in terms of overall strength! ~ or even more."

"After all, no teaching hospital has the same level of medical resources as three or even four professors working together."

"Of course, the patients here undergo more difficult surgeries, and their conditions are more complex and challenging, which is something that teaching hospitals outside can hardly match!"

"Moreover, we don't have many regular patients here, so we have to use our brains to treat almost every patient."

“If Professor Fang becomes the head of the orthopedics group, then Professor Gong and I will be the heads of the trauma and hand surgery subgroup. We will assist you in performing some of the more difficult surgeries.”

"That's right, Professor Fang, you may need to put in more effort to teach during or outside of the surgery."

“Give us a lesson, and the sanatorium will record the tuition fee.”

"The standards won't be much lower than those outside, and naturally, some of our performance bonuses will be deducted, but that's fine, we definitely agree to that," Du Donglin said.

“In this way, Professor Fang, your number of surgeries will increase, and your workload will also increase considerably, but you can actually gradually let go of some surgeries!” Du Donglin said.

If it weren't Fang Ziye who came this time, Du Donglin wouldn't have had to make such concessions.

There's no way around it. Fang Ziye, with his expertise in both trauma and functional reconstruction surgery, has directly propelled him to the forefront of the two subspecialties of trauma and hand surgery.

If he doesn't even come to rest under such a big tree and study properly, then Du Donglin must be a little out of his mind.

Once someone learns this technique, won't their status rise dramatically?
Professor Gong Jiahe said, "Professor Fang, Professor Du's words make some sense, and in this way, we can have more members in our research group."

"It's basically all benefits and no harm."

"Of course, Professor Fang, you will naturally have a bit more work, but you can manage the patient volume of the hand surgery and our trauma group on your own. Four to six patients a week is a lot!"

"Professor Fang, you can arrange it for the weekend if you'd like."

Fang Ziye nodded upon hearing this: "Actually, it's like this. I came to Enshi Sanatorium thinking I could do some basic research while I was there, since it's relatively quiet."

"This is a good choice..."

Before Fang Ziye could finish speaking, Du Donglin exclaimed with delight, "Professor Fang, that's wonderful! I have two students in Enshi."

“Me too! They can all help out, run errands and stuff.” Gong Jiahe nodded.

"If you have a good idea, Professor Fang, you don't need to worry about not having enough manpower."

"To be honest, neither Professor Du nor I are good at basic research. We usually leave our students in the lab and let professors who are good at research take over first."

"You'll definitely graduate. There will be plenty of opportunities for hands-on practice and learning," Professor Miyaka explained in detail.

Having gone this far, Fang Ziye seemed too embarrassed to disagree.

So he agreed.

Combining the two groups is entirely beneficial to Fang Ziye, as it allows for a rapid increase in surgical volume and provides more assistants.

Fang Ziye doesn't even need to 'inspect the patient's condition.' Aren't three professors enough for you?
Of course, they are also suspected of taking advantage of Fang Ziye, which increased the number of surgeries they were involved in!
But the number of surgeries isn't something one person can enjoy all at once, so Fang Ziye doesn't suffer any losses, right?

after an hour.

Du Donglin said, "Professor Fang, it's settled then. I'll go write the materials for Dean Chen and Team Leader Zheng later and make arrangements for this matter."

"Professor Gong, you just need to sign it when the time comes."

“Okay!” Professor Miyagawa agreed.

As Fang Ziye left Du Donglin's villa, he cursed the two old foxes in his heart. They really had taken the interpretation and application of the rules to the extreme within the permitted scope of the rules.

That's understandable. Maximizing one's interests within the rules isn't considered exploiting loopholes.

After all, everyone comes here to make progress.

After the team is combined, it will be advantageous for Fang Ziye. Both of them can learn from each other and participate in more surgeries. Why not?
Fang Ziye's job is to teach more and earn more money; they'll just temporarily lose their 'group leader' status!
But to be honest, whether the team leader's position is lost or not is irrelevant.

You only gain status if you can do things; if you can't, you're not even as good as a dog, and you might be kicked out early.

As Fang Ziye walked, his phone suddenly vibrated.

It was Dr. Chen Song who sent a personnel change message in the large group chat:

"After consultation between Professor Lin Qiaoshan of the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department and Professor Zheng Dahai of the Surgical Group, Dr. Meng Yannian will no longer serve as a licensed physician in the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department!"

"It will be implemented next month. We will notify you later of any personnel vacancies that may arise." Fang Ziye sent this message to his senior brother Gu Yi as soon as he saw it.

"Brother Yi, did you see the notification in this group?"

"Is Brother Nian leaving?" Fang Ziye asked.

Meng Yannian, around forty years old, was not an associate professor before he came, but was promoted to associate professor after he came. Gu Yi said that this happened in June or July of this year.

"Yes, Brother Nian has to leave. He has no choice but to go!"

"He can't do much, and no one is protecting him. What's the point of him staying? To be fed, drunk, and paid well? Where do you find such a good deal?"

Gu Yi continued, "If Ziye hadn't come to the sanatorium, I probably would have been kicked out in December too."

“I joined in May, and according to the rules, I should have left after October.”

"However, Ziye, you're the best. The sanatorium wants me to make a contribution."

"That's why your brother is having such good days. This is the benefit I told you about before."

"Of course, I'm the least experienced and the least competent here. I doubt I can stay for long, no matter how hard I try," Gu Yi sighed, clearly very reluctant to leave.

Fang Ziye replied, "Maybe there's a chance, if you're willing, Brother Yi."

Gu Yi shook his head: "Ziye, you won't be here for long either, and I can't be supported forever. I'll leave eventually."

"Ability equals status; it's a very realistic reality here."

"High salaries don't support idlers, and generous rewards don't go to mediocre people. Just consider it a learning experience." Gu Yi was quite open-minded about it.

This was originally just a stopover for him after graduation; he wouldn't be staying here for long.

He'd rather stay as long as possible; the salary and benefits here are excellent, much better than what his classmate Wang Yuanqi gets.

Fang Ziye seemed to be deep in thought upon hearing this.

There was no further reply.

After returning, I continued to review the literature and refine the surgical plan for that patient with lower limb shortening.

The patient is scheduled for surgery on December 24th, next Monday.

Today is the 21st, there are still a few days left, I need to slowly think of a solution.

After everyone had dinner together in the cafeteria that evening, they gathered at Fang Ziye's villa!
This time, not only Gong Jiahe and others came, but also Professor Du Donglin and Professor Yao Zhanzhong from the Department of Hand Surgery.

Even if you can't offer any opinions, simply listening to Fang Ziye's line of thought is excellent.

According to Professors Gong Jiahe and Fang Zhikuan, Fang Ziye's theories and thinking are also top-notch. They cannot be learned directly, but even a little bit of them can be very beneficial!
Learning and progress, at their level, isn't it all about accumulating knowledge and skills little by little?

Fang Ziye prepared the treatment plan, while Gu Yi prepared the medical records.

Others prepared their ears and notebooks, and this scene repeated itself three times in the days leading up to the weekend.

Although each session was short, lasting only two or three hours, such discussions were enough to demonstrate the complexity of the surgery!
However, even with this kind of grinding, nothing will come of it.

Monday arrived quickly.

In the morning, after the inspection, Gong Jiahe said, "Professor Fang, time is still too tight. Let's go to the surgery. New treatment breakthroughs for this kind of disease cannot be completed in a short time."

"I think Professor Fang's second proposal is excellent."

Fang Ziye nodded and said, "Okay, let's leave it at that for now. Let's go to the operating room..."

The group finally entered the operating room and began another difficult and complicated surgical treatment after Fang Ziye's arrival.

(End of this chapter)