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Chapter 65 Making money is always the best policy (Please add to your favorites and read on)

If something happens to a patient in the ward, the chief resident is responsible; if something happens during an emergency consultation, the chief resident is responsible; if there's a problem with the medical records, the chief resident is responsible. The chief resident is also called the "big scapegoat" or the "leper." Basically, as long as there's any mess in the department, he can be implicated in the responsibility.

When superiors are not present, all doctors, master's students, and ordinary residents are under the jurisdiction of President Kim Hong-chou, including the duty roster. Kim Hong-chou is responsible for all of them, including the duty schedule. He actually has quite a lot of power.

The bed number 9 that Jin Hongzhou mentioned belonged to Professor Dong Yaohui's group. Professor Dong Yaohui was Jin Hongzhou's teacher, so Jin Hongzhou didn't hold back when scolding his subordinates in his own group.

However, after Jin Hongzhou's outburst, the attending physician, Shou Jun'ai, immediately knelt down in front of the computer, carefully examined the medical record, then scratched the back of his head for a moment before turning to ask in a low voice, "Brother Zhou, what's wrong?"

After seeing Shou Junai make a move, Jin Hongzhou stopped his attack. After taking a closer look, he realized that he had been seeing things and had mistaken the femoral tuberosity for the humeral tuberosity.

"I'm sorry, I was too nervous and thought you had mixed up your hands and feet," Jin Hongzhou apologized, his eyes bloodshot.

“Brother Zhou, this shouldn’t be the case. I always have my senior doctoral students keep an eye on things for me. Brother Zhou, why don’t you go and rest for a while…” Shou Jun’ai looked at Jin Hongzhou with no grievances, only heartache.

Only those in their group knew how difficult Jin Hongzhou's daily life was.

Just as Jin Hongzhou was about to reply, the on-call phone for the chief resident rang again. Jin Hongzhou, who had just stood up, immediately sat down again, his hands half-clenched into fists, and rubbed his eyelids.

About five seconds later, as if everything had vanished, he pressed the call button and patted Shou Junai on the shoulder: "Hello, trauma surgery."

"Okay, respiratory medicine. You fell in the toilet, right? Okay, don't panic. Call and schedule a bedside X-ray. Calm the patient and family down and tell them that an orthopedic doctor will be here soon."

"Yes, that's right. Immediately contact your department's chief resident and superiors, as well as the head nurse, and find out the details of the injury..." Jin Hongzhou's voice faded into the distance.

After Jin Hongzhou left, Lan Tianluo quickly moved half of his buttocks towards Fang Ziye and whispered, "Senior brother, could you please check my medical records?"

Jin Hongzhou, the chief inpatient, was on the verge of losing control at any moment, and Lan Tianluo dared not be careless in the slightest.

"It's alright. As long as you write your medical records according to the procedure every day, check the location and surgical procedure, and reflect the reasons for the doctor's orders given by the superiors during the daily ward rounds, there won't be any problems if you write them according to such standards."

"The problem is with those basic errors," Fang Ziye reassured Lan Tianluo.

Actually, Jin Hongzhou has a relatively good temper. When Fang Ziye first joined the department, Qin Geluo was the chief resident. Qin Geluo's temper was much more easily triggered than Jin Hongzhou's.

Jie Han then turned around and lowered his voice: "Senior brother, are you really not going to this year's orthopedics conference? Registration is starting now. Master's idea is that if you go, you can share a room with me."

"It can save some money on accommodation."

Fang Ziye shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm not going. I'll stay home. I've been twice before. You go with Master."

Jie Han nodded smugly, "I have to go check it out. This year it's in Xiamen, Fujian Province..."

Looking at Jie Han's expression, Fang Ziye couldn't help but think of himself back then, when he had just graduated from his undergraduate studies and was now pursuing his master's degree, and he had a longing for such high-quality, high-level academic conferences.

After all, it was the national orthopedic conference. However, Fang Ziye knew that after Jie Han went out this time, he would see that even Professor Deng Yong was unremarkable, and that the orthopedics department of Zhongnan Hospital was just so-so.

At that point, Jie Han might have some doubts about life, but this is the inevitable path for every orthopedic surgeon.

While Fang Ziye was talking to Jie Han, Lan Tianluo's eyes were fixed on the computer screen.

Fang Ziye thought for a moment and then asked, "Tianluo, do you want to go? If you do, you can discuss it with Teacher Yuan Weihong."

Lan Tianlu shook his head decisively, his expression serious: "Hey, what does this kind of academic conference have to do with our residency training? It's more practical to stay at home and take care of patients, and go to the training room."

Lan Tianluo was speaking the truth. Academic conferences have absolutely nothing to do with ordinary resident physicians. They wouldn't pay attention to the particularly crucial points; instead, they'd find the discussions too high-level and impractical, and would just skim through them. ...

November is slowly approaching.

At the beginning of the month, Fang Ziye will face a major event: the application for the doctoral examination at the Affiliated Zhongnan Hospital of Wuhan University. Although Fang Ziye has already secured a place in the doctoral program, he still needs to go through the application process.

Otherwise, if you don't apply, how will the school recruit students?

On November 2nd, Fang Ziye went through a complicated registration process, filling in the titles of articles he had published during his master's studies and the corresponding journals, as well as the opening report and title of his master's thesis.

Fang Ziye is a recent master's student and does not currently have an academic certificate or degree certificate, which is why he needs to submit these. If he had the corresponding certificates, he would not need to provide a thesis proposal; he would only need to provide the title of his graduation thesis and the original manuscript.

Of course, expert recommendation forms are also needed, but obtaining these things is relatively easy for Fang Ziye.

When Fang Ziye asked Professor Han Yuanxiao and Professor Dong Yaohui in the department to sign his name, both professors looked at him with smiles and then wrote their names.

In this way, Fang Ziye's registration process was completed.

Having reached this point, Fang Ziye felt completely at ease.

On his way into the training room, Fang Ziye ran into Jie Han, who was walking towards the training room with Lan Tianluo. The two of them were standing there, watching a blogger's "shout" on Douyin!
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"I don't believe in that bullshit love. All I want to do right now is make money, make money, and make more money."

"Ten years of being a simp all for nothing, one night in a bar calling him 'husband'."

"As long as the lights flash fast, there's no sadness, only love. Kid, you've gone mad, you know that..."

The chicken soup was so strong that neither of them noticed Fang Ziye approaching.

Fang Ziye patted the two men's shoulders with both hands, and their heads bumped together playfully.

Upon seeing Fang Ziye: "Senior Brother Fang, Senior Brother Fang."

Jie Han then said, "Senior Brother Fang, didn't Senior Brother Fan say he wanted to invite you to the lab to do experiments?"

Fang Ziye straightened up and began to show his senior brother charm: "What's the point of those little kalamic amounts in the lab? That can't be done in a few minutes."

Before Fang Ziye could finish his boastful speech, a girl with a snack bag slung across her shoulder walked by. She glanced at the pretentious Fang Ziye, her expression somewhat conflicted. After Fang Ziye stopped talking and looked at her, she smiled and said, "Senior Brother Fang..."

It was Luo Tingzhu.

Fang Ziye smiled and asked in return, "Junior Sister Luo, I heard your suturing skills have improved a lot. Congratulations!"

To dispel the awkwardness.

Luo Tingzhu playfully retorted, "Compared to Senior Brother Fang, who treats everything in the lab like a little Karami, there's no way we can compare."

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(End of this chapter)