top student at medical school

Chapter 551 Special Case: Surgery Halted!
In the eyes of Gong Jiahe and others, Fang Ziye's tone was somewhat mature, but that was only because Fang Ziye was too young!
Don't ask too many hospitals to have professors perform surgeries. Once you've been promoted to full professor, you shouldn't receive too many consultation requests.

Because many people have a hard time understanding your true strength, but you were able to fight your way out of a top teaching hospital, so you must have some ability, right?
Those who didn't manage to fight their way out? Well, I'm sorry, forgive my ignorance.

"It was Professor Qu from the Department of Internal Medicine on the phone," Fang Ziye explained after hanging up.

Miao Haoyu and the others smiled without saying a word, but their faces were full of envy, which they could not hide and could not hide.

Moreover, the person who called Fang Ziye for a consultation this time was a different professor.

Gong Jiahe replied, "Professor Fang, it's alright. Our professors here are allowed to go out for consultations and surgeries if they wish."

"As long as each group completes its basic workload each month, which is the admission of four to five patients."

"Other than that, there aren't many other mandatory arrangements."

"But if you go out to have surgery, you just need to report to Director Chen of the sanatorium."

Fang Ziye had previously asked Gong Jiahe if the rules at the sanatorium were different, and then he declined.

However, when he first arrived, Zheng Dahai told him that Fang Ziye could practice medicine outside or perform surgery at other hospitals.

It wasn't that Fang Ziye was specifically targeting the patients Hu Hai had previously "booked" with, willing to have their surgeries performed by Professor Qu Tangwei, but unwilling to perform them for them.

If you're unhappy with something, you certainly have the right to refuse treatment.

However, in the end, there are still some people whose influence is so great that they can directly affect the people in the nursing home.

Even if we don't respect the monk, we should respect the Buddha. The other party didn't have any ill intentions towards me; they just wanted medical treatment. It's just that their previous methods and approach were slightly off.

Yan Huanan's phone rang at that moment. After pressing the side button, he very proactively walked out of the private room.

Upon seeing this, Fang Ziye remained silent for a moment, taking this detail to heart.

He and his masters were used to being casual with each other, so he hadn't paid attention to such details. But since the matter was already done, Fang Ziye didn't bring it up again.

Professor Fang Zhikuan then brought up the topic of today's surgery.

Everyone could understand it, so they started chatting casually, one sentence after another.

The surgery was of high quality, and the patient's recovery prospects were good. As members of the team, we were all very happy.

No doctor wants their patients to have poor outcomes after surgery, except for a few bad apples!
A moment later, Yan Huanan pushed open the door and entered, smiling from afar: "Professor Fang, Professor Gong, the person who just called was Professor Kuang from the Department of Spinal Surgery!"

"They said that the family of one of our surgical patients came today and wanted to treat us to a meal, so I took it upon myself to politely decline."

Gong Jiahe said, "If you've refused, then so be it. Getting too involved with the patient isn't a good thing."

"Just do your job well."

"Come on, Professor Yan, it's perfect that you're here too. Let's raise a glass together and have a little celebration."

"Tomorrow afternoon, after Professor Fang's surgery is over, everyone except those on duty must go to Professor Fang's place to report and learn."

"This is a great opportunity that others would love to miss, and we can't let it slip away like a worthless piece of trash."

"Professor Gong, I promise I'll be the first one here!" Gu Yi raised his hand, making a joke.

"You live inside, who can compare to you?" Gong Jiahe rolled his eyes.

Gu Yi and Fang Ziye had a special relationship; he could go play games with Fang Ziye whenever he wanted, and he was even the first one to arrive.

……

At the banquet, no one drank too much; each person only drank about two or three ounces!

The main focus is on chatting and building relationships, followed by outlining arrangements and plans for the coming month and year.

How to treat as many patients as possible is a common topic of conversation among doctors.

Fang Ziye returned to the villa area with Gu Yi, but Gu Yi didn't come to play games with Fang Ziye. Instead, he came to Fang Ziye's place to look through Fang Ziye's treasures!
Out of caution, and having learned from the lessons of the two academicians who came before him, Fang Ziye has become somewhat more cautious now.

Even for Senior Brother Gu Yi, after graduation, he is no longer a member of Zhongnan Hospital in principle. Therefore, even if he wants to participate in Fang Ziye's basic research, he can only look at the materials here to get started.

After we get our hands on it, we'll give him some more information.

Because the information Fang Ziye currently possesses is too valuable, if Gu Yi were to accidentally leak it out, Fang Ziye wouldn't be able to cause trouble for Gu Yi and would have to swallow his anger!

Gu Yi could understand that he definitely still wanted to have the opportunity to return to work at Zhongnan Hospital, but he still needed to accumulate clinical and scientific research experience.

Based on his clinical experience, Gu Yi felt that he had made significant progress in the past six months, particularly in performing highly complex surgeries. However, he had become slightly lax in publishing his work.

Now that Gu Yi has the opportunity to work with Fang Ziye, if he doesn't seize it, the First Hospital of Wuhan City might be his final destination.

Alternatively, they can go to developed areas like Guangzhou or Shenzhen to make money.

In reality, those who achieve academic and professional breakthroughs in teaching hospitals will strive for advancement rather than simply resting on their laurels and focusing on making money.

"Ziye, you have so many good things here. Which direction should I take to get started quickly?"

“I also want to do more,” Gu Yi asked.

“That depends on what you’re interested in, Yi-ge. I suggest you choose basic osteosarcoma. Although it’s the slowest to progress, once there’s a breakthrough, even a prefecture-level city hospital might be able to get you admitted,” Fang Ziye said generously.

He has already written a plan for this, and if he can start working on it now using the sanatorium's funds, it won't be a waste of money.

This thing can help Gu Yi overcome his weaknesses in scientific research.

"Then I'll really choose it. Actually, I feel a little embarrassed, after all, this is your and Teacher Yuan's wealth." Gu Yi was not hypocritical.

Fang Ziye could integrate into Deng Yong's team, but Gu Yi could never truly get close to Yuan Weihong's heart.

"Brother Yi, we have enough material to work on!" Fang Ziye said with a smile.

“I don’t believe other people’s boasting, but I believe what you’re saying, Ziye!” Gu Yi began to read the research plan.

Although he knew Fang Ziye's idea was pretty brilliant, the more he read, the more his hand holding the mouse began to tremble.

Turning his head to look at Fang Ziye chatting and cooking porridge with Luo Tingzhu, Gu Yi's heart softened silently, and his eyelashes were filled with mist.

Ziye, his junior brother, had only been at the sanatorium for a short time, but to him, he was a life-saving grace, a grace no less than that of his master!

Even more so.

This is not an exaggeration.

Few offer help in times of need, but many add to someone's success.

That kind of upward mobility made it difficult for Gu Yi to even express himself with polite excuses.

Gu Yi couldn't bring himself to pretend to say "don't get involved"—that was too precious a statement.

I just silently thought to myself, "Ziye, I'll remember your kindness..."

I'll let you woof woof!
……

The following morning, Fang Ziye arrived at the entrance of Enshi Central Hospital by taxi, overwhelmed with emotion. He had only been away for a year and four months; he had left Enshi Central Hospital last August before going abroad.

After returning, he became the chief resident.

Compared to then, Fang Ziye now faces much greater pressure, but also more glory.

If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus with wine, it doesn't seem like you are a teenager.

After getting off the bus, Fang Ziye didn't run into any acquaintances. Instead, he called Tan Guodong, the director of the hand surgery department at Enshi Central Hospital.

Ten seconds after hanging up, Fang Ziye's phone rang with an unfamiliar number from Enshi.

After a brief conversation, a young man who was only two or three years older than Fang Ziye walked over at the entrance of the emergency department.

He wasn't wearing a white coat; his short, buzz-cut hair revealed a smiling face: "Professor Fang, I'm Han Ningkun. You can call me Xiao Han or Xiao Kun."

"Director Tan just sent me a message saying you've arrived. Although I've seen your photos before, you're obviously even more handsome in person than in the photos. I didn't even recognize you."

"Brother Kun!" Although Fang Ziye was an associate professor, he didn't put on airs.

"Let's go to the ward first and do a physical examination in the clinic!" Fang Ziye said carefully.

Fang Ziye had previously gone out with Yuan Weihong for a consultation surgery. At that time, Yuan Weihong arrived early and insisted on seeing the patient again before leaving the operating room.

Previously, this procedure could be skipped when going to the Sixth People's Hospital of Shanghai and Tongji Hospital, but for the Central Hospital of Enshi, Fang Ziye still needs to go through the procedure.

It was only 7:30 in the morning when Han Ningkun asked, "Professor Fang, have you had breakfast yet?"

"Director Tan means that we should eat our fill before going to the department."

"Brother Kun, if you haven't eaten, go ahead and eat. I ate before I came," Fang Ziye said.

Last night, Director Tan Guodong asked if Fang Ziye wanted a car to pick him up, but Fang Ziye declined and took a taxi himself.

"I've already called Fang Ziye back to the department." Han Ningkun was very sensible, and then immediately took Fang Ziye to the hand surgery ward!

The doctors in Tan Guodong's team are all here, but there are still very few doctors in the department. Apart from the doctor on duty, the others are probably still on their way.

Tan Guodong and Associate Chief Physician Ding Yue from the same group were already waiting at the entrance of the department. When they saw Fang Ziye, Tan Guodong smiled so much that his crow's feet appeared.

"Professor Fang, you've arrived really early! The surgery was originally scheduled to start at nine o'clock, with anesthesia to begin promptly at eight-thirty."

"I have everything prepared on my end."

Tan Guodong is not tall, about 1.7 meters, of medium build, with a slightly pointed chin and a distinct jawline.

"Director Tan, I'm used to checking on patients in advance so I'm well-prepared."

"Otherwise, it won't be easy to get the money for this consultation and surgery."

"Watching X-rays can never compare to seeing a doctor at their bedside," Fang Ziye explained with a smile.

The reason it's called clinical practice is that by examining patients in a clinical setting, we can discover more things.

If you go to a place you are not familiar with, you must see patients in the clinic yourself, unless you trust the other person's basic skills.

At first glance, Tan Guodong knew that Fang Ziye was a down-to-earth person who didn't like small talk, so he said, "Professor Fang, let's go over there!"

"Ding Yue, go and bring the patient classification and sorting data to the ward first." Tan Guodong introduced the group members in another way.

Ding Yue replied, "Okay!"

Then he walked away quickly.

Tan Guodong continued, "Professor Fang, this way."

"Actually, I also felt a lot of pressure when this patient was admitted to our hospital. If it weren't for Professor Fang's promise to be the surgeon, we would never have dared to take on this patient."

"Moreover, she is Professor Qu's niece."

"I'm sorry to have troubled you, Director Tan," Fang Ziye explained.

Tan Guodong was taken aback upon hearing this, and then quickly explained, "No, no, Professor Fang, you're exaggerating. What I mean is, with my abilities, I can't possibly invite someone as great as Professor Fang."

"This way!"

Tan Guodong dared not let Fang Ziye misunderstand that he thought Fang Ziye was a troublesome matter.

……

Just five minutes later, Fang Ziye came out of the ward with a slightly dark complexion.

He then glanced at Tan Guodong beside him a few times, but ultimately said nothing.

Tan Guodong was very nervous at this moment, and ran over to explain: "Professor Fang, I'm so sorry, it was a mistake on our part! We didn't send you the previous medical records."

"But as you know, if even Peking Union Medical College Hospital and the Provincial People's Hospital haven't found these lesions, then we really can't find them either!"

"It's not that I'm trying to hide it intentionally."

"Moreover, Professor Fang, as you know, the original images we download from the image viewing system are clearer than the photographs we take."

"Our radiology department has limited expertise, so we might assume those layers are useless and remove them!"

"I'll arrange for another MRI right away!"

"The results should be available this morning!" Tan Guodong quickly tried to salvage the situation, his heart pounding with anxiety, and beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

His worst fears came true: the patient's test results and diagnosis were indeed problematic!
He did a lot of work in advance for this, hoping to make all the necessary preparations!
If we can establish a connection with Fang Ziye, we can invite Wu Guonan from the Trauma Center to have a few drinks with him. This way, both the Hand Surgery and Trauma Center will have a reliable and respected figure in charge.

The department's development and bright future are just around the corner!
Fang Ziye took a deep breath, suppressing all his emotions: "Director Tan, please have the MRI scan done again first, and then do a detailed electromyography of every muscle in both upper and lower limbs."

"This time, I hope you can step in and ask the radiologists to preserve all the images taken and not delete them."

"The MRI scans from both the Provincial People's Hospital and Union Hospital show localized lesions in the nerves. This patient definitely has other problems!"

"This should be a peripheral neurodegenerative disease, the same as Alzheimer's disease!"

"Today's surgery is canceled!"

"I have already explained this to the patient's family. Please explain it again patiently."

“I will explain it to Professor Qu as well,” Fang Ziye said, rubbing his scalp with his right hand.

"Okay, Professor Fang, I'm really sorry to have made you come all this way for nothing." Tan Guodong carefully accompanied Fang Ziye out of the department.

Fang Ziye calmed down and explained, "Director Tan, this has little to do with you."

"I'll come back to see it after the test results come out."

(End of this chapter)