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Chapter 662 Come on, continue! (Please subscribe)
August 31st, Saturday, morning.

Fang Ziye, along with Li Yuanpei and others, boarded the high-speed train from Enshi to Hanshi.

Because there were too many people this time, Fang Ziye did not drive.

Fang Ziye, Li Yuanpei, and Xiong Jinhuan bought their tickets together, thus forming a group of people in the same group. Others, such as Dong Wenqiang, were in a different group.

After getting on the bus, Fang Ziye was still replying to messages. Some were from Luo Tingzhu, some from Chen Xixian, some from Song Ning, and some from Nie Mingxian and Liao Jia.

Li Yuanpei and the others have truly left and will not be returning anytime soon; their mission is complete. The next task will be carried back to them.

Fang Ziye was only leaving temporarily, so Lan Tianluo, Luo Tingzhu, and others continued their scientific research at the sanatorium.

The chaos didn't affect the underlings. In this situation, even Fang Ziye was powerless, many professors were insignificant, let alone Lan Tianluo and others.

This isn't because the sanatorium isn't producing enough; it's a competition of "power." Fang Ziye doesn't understand this, so naturally he doesn't know how to get involved.

Fang Ziye still didn't understand how Chen Guangbai should step down from his company, how he cashed out his own money, or what the company's future would be.

However, it is more likely that Chen Guangbai's company will be held by another, larger domestic company.

"Ziye, you're so busy!" After putting down his luggage, Li Yuanpei sat down and looked at Fang Ziye's nimble hands, feeling both envious and jealous.

“This time when I go back, it’s different from the last time, so I need to explain things more clearly,” Fang Ziye said.

Li Yuanpei then lowered his voice and asked, "Ziye, is there something wrong with the sanatorium? There are a lot of rumors, but you must know the truth."

Xiong Jinhuan also sat down and pricked up his ears.

Of course, they gossip too.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "I don't know the specific truth either. I'm sorry, your classmate, I'm not qualified to even enter the door."

"Maybe I'll never be able to cross that threshold in my lifetime."

The incident that happened to Chen Song, one of the players at the start of the game, was something that even academicians couldn't handle; that's a fact.

Fang Ziye had no interest in doing these things.

"Yuanpei, I told you, maybe Ziye really doesn't know," Xiong Jinhuan advised Li Yuanpei to stop gossiping.

Li Yuanpei stopped gossiping about Fang Ziye and started gossiping about Xiong Jinhuan: "Jinhuan, what exactly happened to Director Han? How's the situation being resolved?"

Upon hearing this, Xiong Jinhuan pursed her lips, glanced at Fang Ziye, then at Li Yuanpei, and replied cryptically, "The doctoral dissertation is on record."

"So you mean you bought it?" Li Yuanpei asked.

Fang Ziye slapped Li Yuanpei.

"Squint, close your eyes and rest, stop talking nonsense," Fang Ziye interrupted.

Li Yuanpei looked rather dejected.

He was originally facing Li Yuanpei, but now he no longer has the innate advantage of accumulated scientific research. If his teacher is found to have problems and is punished, then he will have no chance to stay in the hospital.

What awaits him is a change of academic lineage, a change of mentor, and a slinking away after graduation.

Without a mentor to guide him in clinical practice, it would be completely impossible for him to make any significant breakthroughs in his clinical skills.

Even if someone becomes a disciple of another teacher halfway through their career, they are still just living under someone else's roof.

Han Yuanxiao treated him very well and lived up to the title of "master". This incident was entirely due to Han Yuanxiao's own inability to stand up for himself.

Some things will stay with you for life. Even if you are insignificant and not investigated when you are in a position of power, one day they may cause you to fall and be shattered.

After seeing that Li Yuanpei and Xiong Jinhuan were both fast asleep, Fang Ziye picked up his text messages again and saw the message from Chen Xixian.

"Professor Fang, the sanatorium will not collapse because it plays a very important role."

"You may not know this, but in recent years, most of the people who have entered the sanatorium for treatment are the heroes themselves. These people will not let the sanatorium collapse."

"My grandfather may not be able to be the director of the nursing home anymore, but the nursing home will always be there."

"Professor Fang, I can tell you some more information."

“My grandfather told me that this time his old rival doesn’t want our family to be able to turn things around. So, as long as my grandfather retires peacefully, whether my father continues to take over the company or the nursing home, the other party doesn’t care.”

"He just wanted to see us decline, but I didn't understand what my grandfather meant by decline."

"Does having money and a certain status mean you've fallen from grace?" Chen Xixian had already settled on her 'pretty face' label. Lately, she hadn't done anything except ask Fang Ziye some questions and reveal some information to him.

Actually, Fang Ziye didn't know how to answer this question either. Perhaps Dean Chen Song had protected Chen Xixian too well, to the point that she had never even come into contact with that kind of high-end circle.

Fang Ziye did know a little about it.

To put it simply, the 'grandfather' that Luo Tingzhu knew could act arrogantly in many places in Han City, but even in the sanatorium, he didn't dare to lose his temper. At most, he would only get angry at Fang Ziye.

If he really gets into a conflict with Chen Song, and Chen Song beats him up, he won't cause any trouble. But if he dares to beat Chen Song, someone will definitely come after him.

Because Chen Song not only had himself, but also many old acquaintances who were still alive. Although some of them had died, there were definitely still some who were alive.

This is invisible energy, an invisible circle.

"Young Miss, if you don't even know the answer to this kind of question, how would I know?" Fang Ziye no longer called Chen Xixian by her real name, and now addressed her as "Young Miss" in daily life.

There's no other reason than that Fang Ziye is used to saying it this way.

The first time we met, I felt that calling her "Miss" was not respectful enough, but after chatting more, we became a little more familiar with each other.

Moreover, Chen Xixian also told Fang Ziye a secret: Luo Tingzhu is very good at chatting, but only in online chat.

According to Chen Xixian, Luo Tingzhu is very talkative online, but much more reserved in real life.

"Professor Fang, Luo Tingzhu introduced Dr. Li from your team to me. What do you think of him?" Chen Xixian suddenly asked.

Fang Ziye was startled, then looked at Li Yuanpei sleeping soundly beside him, and his feelings were instantly filled with mixed emotions...

To say that Fang Ziye likes Chen Xixian is definitely not true.

However, Li Yuanpei might suddenly find himself with a super-rich woman who could ensure he'd be financially secure for the rest of his life.

Fang Ziye felt very unhappy.

This is a genuine feeling of both fearing that one's brother will suffer and fearing that one's brother will drive a Land Rover.

"My understanding of Yuanpei is limited to the fact that we are classmates and friends. As for other aspects, you will have to discover them for yourselves."

"I have no way to tell you," Fang Ziye replied in a text message.

He thought to himself, if Chen Xixian really has this temperament, then this answer is fine. If she's faking it, then her status is far higher than Fang Ziye's, so this answer is also fine.

Chen Xixian didn't continue the conversation.

Fang Ziye immediately sent a message to his research assistant, Han Jingyi, asking her to send over all the tasks and forms he had previously planned.

……

After receiving the form, Fang Ziye continued working.

Today, the research on artificial intelligence prosthetics has achieved some progress. The next step is to improve and refine it, but the first batch of finished products has already been produced, and Mr. Zhang and some others have begun to enjoy the benefits it brings.

The subsequent issues of material updates and built-in code updates will be left to programmers and materials scientists to study in detail. Fang Ziye's task as the initiator of the design concept for this artificial intelligence prosthesis has been completed.

Even if it might have some potential security issues, they won't affect Fang Ziye, because the idea is good.

Secondly, Professor Liu Huanglong's article on circulation interruption using a micro-circulatory device and Wu Xuanqi's article on a new method for tumor metastasis and invasion have been published, and my knowledge is still increasing. This matter is temporarily settled.

Of course, after Fang Ziye marked it, he still wrote a supplementary explanation in his notebook: "Potential research and development target for scientific instruments. Based on this, instruments that are more suitable for current transfer and invasion tests can be developed."

After doing all this, a flash of hostility appeared in Fang Ziye's eyes.

One thing he was right about was that after his team took the initiative to hold an academic presentation, someone took the risk and started clinical trials ahead of schedule.

They actually started this research in clinical practice before Fang Ziye's team!
Fang Ziye only knows the initial direction and results, but he has already reported the matter to the National Health Commission, which has led a team to investigate.

This involves legislation and national security, so Fang Ziye has to be careful, otherwise others may later accuse him of having problems with the direction of his research.

Even the most effective drugs or new treatment plans, with the best expected results, must go through procedures and wait for approval.

History and the world have paid a huge price for this!

Without this "cumbersome" process, the human body would be the direct material for experiments, and the concept of civilization would be meaningless.

The patent registration process has been completed, and Fang Ziye has already checked it off.

He later consulted with Chen Guangbai and people from the State Patent Committee about this matter.

Fang Ziye registered several patents, and each one had a significant impact. It was the people at the patent office who proactively added Fang Ziye as a friend.

……

After reviewing everything, there are still many topics to cover, and many directions to choose from.

This is a good thing, because Fang Ziye is important, which is why there are so many collaborations and research directions. And because Fang Ziye is strong enough, it can support so many directions.

Could it be that their masters and the others didn't want to become who they are now?
No.

Yuan Weihong might be able to handle one or two of these projects, but if he were to take on one or two more, it would break his back.

……

When Fang Ziye got off the train in Wuhan, he was surprised to find that Yuan Weihong had personally driven to the high-speed rail station to pick him up.

Moreover, only Fang Ziye was picked up; the others took taxis or the subway.

Yuan Weihong could only carry a maximum of four people per trip, so he simply didn't want to offend anyone.

His reason for picking up Fang Ziye was simple: this was my student...

Once in the car, Fang Ziye was very low-key, forcing a smile and happily letting down his guard and composure: "Master, why did you come to pick me up personally?"

"I was planning to take a taxi to see you." "I already arranged a car. Jinhuan and the others gave me my phone number and are already in the car."

Yuan Weihong glanced at Fang Ziye in the passenger seat and said in a low voice, "Even your master has to bow down to others now!"

"Instead of bowing down to others, it's better to first win over your own students."

"Our Professor Fang."

Fang Ziye stiffened and quickly asked, "Master, did I say something wrong? Could you please point it out? I'll correct it immediately."

Yuan Weihong was Fang Ziye's mentor, and the one Fang Ziye most respected, without exception.

Offering help in times of need is not worthy of gratitude for being given a second chance.

When Yuan Weihong offered timely help, Fang Ziye was still insignificant and had not yet risen to prominence; everyone else was merely adding to his already stellar success.

Even without the control panel, Yuan Weihong's gift had already been delivered.

"Sigh, it's really just the same old troubles in the department."

"After Professor Han Yuanxiao left, our trauma surgery department was leaderless, and people from other specialties wanted to develop our trauma surgery department into a second ward for their other specialties."

"They even have the audacity to say that trauma surgery is a relatively low-level, initial department that should be reformed now, and that the types of trauma surgery cases should have been delegated to prefecture-level city hospitals long ago." Yuan Weihong's voice was icy.

Fang Ziye knew that every hospital had limited resources.

But that's too harsh a statement.

"Master, who said that?" Fang Ziye's eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing within them.

This isn't just an attack on Fang Ziye; it's an attack on the entire trauma surgery department, and even on 'our own people' within the hospital!
"That's not the original quote; this is my translation."

"You don't need to care who said that. As long as you're back, this matter is settled."

“We don’t bully others by taking advantage of our power.” Yuan Weihong did not cause Fang Ziye any trouble, but instead took a step back and did not push him.

"Teacher Deng didn't call me; it was Director Du Xinzhan who called me?"

"Why didn't you call Teacher Deng and Master earlier?" Fang Ziye quickly flattered.

Some people in the orthopedics department want to abolish trauma surgery, which is like uprooting the entire orthopedic industry.

Perhaps some people know that as long as Fang Ziye is around, he will be the biggest obstacle in the entire orthopedics department. No one can stop Fang Ziye's progress; he is the biggest barrier for others.

Therefore, there must be some people who hope that Fang Ziye will leave Zhongnan Hospital and go far away, so as not to affect the 'future' of others.

"I just wanted you to be happier when you take your wedding photos, so you wouldn't have so many worries."

“Fang Ziye, when you have enough energy, more people will put themselves in your shoes and even be better at taking care of your emotions than you are,” Yuan Weihong said.

Yuan Weihong's tone and manner were slightly joking, yet he was stating a fact.

Fang Ziye's growth is a foregone conclusion, a result of the efforts of Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong.

While Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong were pleased with this outcome, other specialists couldn't help but hope that trauma surgery would become the dominant force, creating a situation where a powerful tiger lurked on one side, making it impossible to have peace.

Fang Ziye couldn't suppress it.

"Master, where are we going now?" Fang Ziye asked.

“Go back to the hospital, back to your department, and see Director Du Xinzhan. Tell him you’re back,” Yuan Weihong said confidently.

A vocational college without full professors is a joke, as its graduates may be taken over by full professors from other vocational colleges.

For example, the Department of Orthopedics has four full professors, and the resources are far from enough to go around.

Furthermore, some senior associate professors also hope to lead their own teams, even if they encounter situations where they are not capable enough, rather than always "working" for others!
People's ambitions tend to expand as their strength and experience grow.

Yuan Weihong didn't say anything more. He took Fang Ziye directly to the School of Basic Medical Sciences, parked the car, and headed straight for the orthopedic building of Zhongnan Hospital.

Neither Fang Ziye nor Yuan Weihong were wearing white coats, but they went straight to the joint surgery department because Yuan Weihong had already called Director Du Xinzhan and knew that Director Du was currently in the director's office.

After knocking on the door, Yuan Weihong led Fang Ziye inside.

There were many people sitting inside; you could say that all the senior orthopedic surgeons were there.

The three joint surgeons are Professor Du Xinzhan, Professor Huang You, and Professor Dong Yuanqing.

The four doctors in the Department of Bone Diseases are Du Yingshan, Zeng Duoqin, Ning Haiqing, and Hu Pingdong.

Liu Huanglong, a hand surgeon, and Deng Yong, a trauma surgeon.

Deng Yong is currently only representing the 'laboratory unit' of trauma surgery and cannot represent clinical practice, but he is also on the observation board.

"Director Du, Ziye is back." Yuan Weihong pushed open the door, forced a tough stance, and said, "I won't get involved in the rest."

Yuan Weihong only holds a professional associate senior title, so he is not qualified to participate in these matters.

Logically speaking, Fang Ziye should not be qualified to participate, but logically speaking, he should not be absent.

Many people turned to look at Fang Ziye after he entered, their Adam's apples bobbing and their expressions quite complex.

Du Xinzhan, as if he had expected this, said, "Ziye, find a seat first, and you can speak when it's your turn to speak later."

After speaking, Du Xinzhan looked at Zeng Duoqin from the Department of Orthopedics and said, "Zeng Duoqin, please share your opinion again."

Zeng Duoqin is the senior professor in the Department of Orthopedics who works under Professor Du Yingshan. He has never had his own team, so he was secretly pleased when Han Yuanxiao from the Department of Trauma Surgery got into trouble and it was confirmed.

Furthermore, even when Fang Ziye arrived, Zeng Duoqin still cleared his throat and said, "Director Du, I still stand by my opinion. Since there is no suitable team leader in the trauma surgery department, I will borrow some beds first."

"I'll return it after Yuan Weihong and Chen Fang, among others in the trauma surgery department, get promoted."

"It's essentially a temporary loan. Without a senior professor overseeing the department, it's quite tricky to resolve any problems that arise," Zeng Duoqin said cryptically.

But those who have read the novel well know that this was Liu Bei borrowing Jingzhou, never to return it.

Du Yingshan chimed in, "Director Du, Professor Deng, Ziye, to be fair, Zeng Duoqin went to the trauma surgery department to help with Ziye's research project. This is also for the sake of the overall development framework of our orthopedics department."

"Ziye, what do you think?"

"We must do that research project on combining the miniature circulation device with chemotherapy."

Seeing that Professor Du Yingshan had thrown the question to him, Fang Ziye didn't hold back and said, "Professor Du, no matter which hospital conducts this project, the person in charge is from Zhongnan Hospital."

"There is no need to do it in our own hospital or our own department."

The moment Fang Ziye said this, everyone's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and some even revealed a cold glint.

Du Xinzhan said, "Nonsense!"

"For research projects that we are leading ourselves, we should naturally take our institution as the main research venue."

What do you mean by "there's no need to conduct research at our hospital"?

In the past, if Du Xinzhan had given Fang Ziye that look, Fang Ziye would have felt guilty.

However, Professor Fang Zhikuan and Professor Gong Jiahe, among others, held a higher status in the academic world than Du Xinzhan. After spending a long time with them, Fang Ziye genuinely felt less afraid.

Fang Ziye then said, "Director Du, the research project on the microcirculation device is at Zhongnan Hospital, but the research project on the combined use of the microcirculation device and chemotherapy is not located at Zhongnan Hospital."

There are several reasons.

"First, this research funding wasn't from our hospital. The research start-up funds the hospital gave me were completely wasted on another project I'm working on!"

"Secondly, the initial collaborative team for this project included not only people from our hospital, but also people from other organizations."

"Therefore, when choosing a partner team, we need to have a team discussion, it's not something I can decide on my own."

"Third, neither Zhongnan Hospital nor Wuhan University specified the location for the research project. Why is it that when it comes to me, it has to be done in our own hospital?" Fang Ziye's voice was calm, without much fluctuation.

At national conferences, Fang Ziye has refused many things and knows how to be a rogue. Now, Fang Ziye is not afraid of anyone's intimidation.

After saying that, Fang Ziye added, "If Director Du and Professor Du think my idea is against the rules, they can report me!"

"You~~" Du Yingshan's eyes flashed with anger upon hearing this, and his expression became extremely unpleasant.

Du Xinzhan's expression was also a bit off. Fang Ziye's return this time was like a tiger returning to the mountain, showing no respect for anyone and perfectly embodying the word "domineering".

However, Du Yingshan quickly regained his composure and did not say anything more.

Professor Zeng Duoqin and others scrutinized Fang Ziye, carefully reading his facial expressions and eye movements.

"Fang Ziye, do you think you've grown up and can threaten people here?"

"Traitorous?" Du Xinzhan, the chief of orthopedics, quipped.

Fang Ziye straightened his back and bowed slightly, saying, "Director Du, I dare not accept such a big label."

"The hospital trained me in trauma surgery. I have never published articles or applied for research grants at other institutions. The institution that has benefited from my work has always been the Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital, right?"

“Every penny of the research start-up fund the hospital gave me was used for research; I did not embezzle a single penny.”

"However, so far, due to some special reasons, I have not been able to successfully apply for a national grant in the name of the hospital."

"All the funding for my research came from secondment work that I was able to do myself!"

"Professor Du, under these circumstances, if I still insist that my research unit is the Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital, is that considered betraying my own side?"

"Even if I steal from outsiders, I can't go too far. I'm just a professional, just one person, and the pressure I can handle is limited."

“But if someone wants to dig up my roots, what am I still holding on to? I, Fang Ziye, am not a person who is inherently base.”

"This is my thought, my attitude!" Fang Ziye's tone was not loud.

There's only one attitude: Trying to use a rudimentary trauma surgery technique is absolutely impossible!!
Fang Ziye didn't stand up; he just sat there steadily. But at that moment, the office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and the atmosphere was very subtle.

(End of this chapter)