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Chapter 664 The Word "Master"!

Upon hearing this, Du Yingshan was instantly jolted awake.

He quickly lifted his foot and ran forward, his soft murmur carrying behind him: "Master, Master..."

Fang Ziye then looked at Zeng Duoqin and Ning Haiqing: "I, Fang Ziye, have lived up to the expectations of the Department of Trauma Surgery, and I have also lived up to the expectations of the Department of Orthopedics."

"Even if it means I'm sorry to Professor Hu Pingdong and Professor Zeng Duoqin."

"I have a clear conscience about everything I've done today!" Fang Ziye's voice was cold and indifferent as he stood with his hands behind his back, showing neither joy nor anger.

Neither Hu Pingdong nor Zeng Duoqin can represent the Department of Orthopedics, but Fang Ziye absolutely deserves the title of the Department of Orthopedics at Zhongnan Hospital.

Zeng Duoqin hesitated to speak, while Professor Ning Haiqing bowed slightly and said, "Professor Fang, I'm sorry..."

Tiger Cub remains the king of the mountain. Fang Ziye may not be mature yet, but that doesn't mean he hasn't grown. He has secured a place in the entire Zhongnan Hospital, stable and solid.

"Professor Deng, Ziye, how did the talks go inside?" Yuan Weihong was standing guard outside the door. It was difficult to talk before because Zeng Duoqin and Professor Ning Haiqing were both there.

Deng Yong nodded slightly: "The talks are almost over."

"That's good." Yuan Weihong breathed a long sigh of relief.

Fang Ziye was a student of both Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong, and his feelings were currently conflicted.

Although Yuan Weihong was his teacher, he was a genuine associate professor, and his level and perspective were relatively 'limited'.

Fang Ziye did see Deng Yong glance at him, but neither of them spoke.

Yuan Weihong continued, "Ziye, you'll be back for a while this time, right? I asked the medical affairs department beforehand, and your professional registration can be transferred over at any time."

Yuan Weihong is a very disciplined person. Even if he needs Fang Ziye to join the department to help him establish his authority, he will first go through the proper procedures.

This is quite different from Deng Yong's approach.

“Master, I will stay for a while longer,” Fang Ziye replied.

"Yuan Weihong, I need to speak with Ziye about something. You go ahead and do your work. Gather everyone in the department and give feedback on today's meeting results," Deng Yong said.

Now, Professor Han Yuanxiao of the Department of Trauma Surgery is also imprisoned, leaving only a few associate professors in the department, the tallest among the short ones.

Based on his comprehensive technical skills and accumulated scientific research experience, Yuan Weihong is a candidate for the position of 'ward director'.

However, for Yuan Weihong to sit in this position, in addition to being appointed by the leadership, he also needs to find a way to gain the respect of the masses, especially to gain the respect of Chen Fang and Associate Professor Peng Long, who are more senior than him.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Yuan Weihong nodded in agreement and strode out of the department.

He walked hurriedly, slightly nervous and uneasy.

Fang Ziye could understand Yuan Weihong's retreating figure, but he looked at Deng Yong with a heart full of doubt: "Master, if nothing unexpected happens, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan will be promoted to full professor next year."

Why put so much pressure on Teacher Yuan?

"Furthermore, it seems that Professor Yuan is completely unaware of Professor Gong's matter?"

Fang Ziye was unhappy that Deng Yong was teasing his teacher like that.

Deng Yong didn't reply, turned around and walked away. Only after he reached the elevator lobby and turned into the stairwell did he turn back and ask, "You're quite good at thinking about problems now?"

"It seems that after visiting the sanatorium, your perspective on issues has completely changed."

Deng Yong's voice was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Fang Ziye did not deny Deng Yong's opinion, and explained: "Today's matter was just a charade between Director Du, Master, and Director Hu Pingdong of the Orthopedics Department."

"I really don't know why Director Du insisted on calling me back."

"Tell me your thoughts in detail." Deng Yong wasn't angry at Fang Ziye's boastful words; on the contrary, he looked at him with some admiration.

Fang Ziye said, "First of all, starting from our department, Master, you actually made two preparations. One was that you had already contacted Professor Gong Jiahe to bring in another senior professor for our trauma surgery department who could keep Professor Duan Hong in check."

“If it weren’t for Professor Li Yongjun’s incident this year, I definitely wouldn’t have thought about it in this way. But after Professor Li’s incident, I think Professor Gong might also have been recruited by you, Master, and it was premeditated.”

"Because Master, you don't want what happened to Teacher Yuan to happen again, even if I have the energy to deal with it."

Deng Yong replied, "You've misunderstood that. Yuan Weihong and I aren't master and apprentice, so it's not appropriate for me to stand up for him."

Fang Ziye smiled and did not put the 'clothes' back on Deng Yong: "But actually, Master, you still stepped in, it was just useless."

"You." Deng Yong's expression was somewhat feigned anger.

"It was Master who told me to tell the truth," Fang Ziye quickly replied, taking a half-step back.

When Yuan Weihong was overwhelmed by Wu Xuanqi, Deng Yong was very anxious. Looking back now, he may seem calm, but Deng Yong's thoughts and choices at the time were undeniable.

If he really didn't take Yuan Weihong's matter seriously, he wouldn't have gotten so many people to help him in the first place.

However, Deng Yong confronted Duan Hong privately, and Duan Hong did not give him any face.

Academic disputes are not necessarily life-or-death, but there will definitely be a give and take. Duan Hong would not dismantle his student's ladder and leave him shattered.

Even Deng Yong's connections weren't enough.

“Master, let’s move on to the second point.”

"Professor Zeng Duoqin definitely won't be coming to the Department of Trauma Surgery, not only because of Professor Gong Jiahe, but also because of Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan."

“Our trauma surgery department has two subspecialties: trauma center and trauma surgery. Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan can switch back at any time.”

"Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan has been working at the trauma center for several years. Even if he has not made any great contributions, he has certainly put in a lot of hard work. Moreover, he has both made great contributions and put in a lot of hard work."

"Even Professor Zeng Duoqin cannot turn a blind eye to Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan's contributions."

"Director Du Xinzhan and Professor Hu Pingdong saw these points clearly long ago."

"Professor Zeng and his colleagues felt that this time, Zhongnan Hospital had developed a micro-circulation device that could be used in combination with chemotherapy for bone tumors, marking the beginning of a period of rapid development for the bone disease specialty."

“Even trauma surgery should give way to them, and a group should be freed up for the development of orthopedics.”

"This is indeed a particularly good time."

“If the person in charge of this project is not from our trauma surgery department, then even if it is you, my mentor, or Director Du, you can only agree to Professor Zeng Duoqin’s proposal.”

"If there is a very strong sibling in orthopedics, it will also benefit our other subspecialties."

"But the problem is that the microcirculation device was developed by me and Nie Mingxian and others. I was also the one who started the combination of chemotherapy with the microcirculation device for bone tumors."

"Against this backdrop, Professor Zeng and his colleagues insisted on giving me a position leading a group in the bone tumor department to appease my emotions, which was definitely not a well thought-out decision."

"If Director Du can't even understand this point, then Professor Du hasn't been able to be a good director for so many years."

"Because the funding for this project is not provided by our hospital, the bone tumor department and I currently only have a cooperative relationship."

"It's just a cooperative relationship, so we can cooperate or not. We haven't signed any substantive contracts."

"Professor Du asked me to come because Professor Hu Pingdong of the Department of Orthopedics wanted to use me to undermine the prestige of the Department of Orthopedics."

"Because our hospital's orthopedics department has been in a relatively 'leading' position for many years."

"They have many senior experts and a deep accumulation of scientific research experience. Therefore, they have always believed that the development of our orthopedics should start with the Department of Bone Diseases."

“The weight of development should also be more inclined towards them.”

"Professor Hu Pingdong is aware of this kind of atmosphere in the department, so he wants to use my name to give them a good lesson."

"Actually, it's not just about having a higher rank that gives you an advantage; even among brothers, a genius can completely overshadow the other brothers, making them seem like they don't exist at all."

"Talent is the best driving force for the development of specialized fields."

"Is that so, Master?" Fang Ziye said a lot, explaining everything he had analyzed.

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong frowned, his brows furrowing. "Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn't."

"But based on your analysis, I think your guess is correct."

"I never imagined that Professor Hu was also aware of it. I only thought that Director Du persuaded Professor Hu Pingdong to let him..."

Deng Yong did not utter the words "Hur Pingdong should step down".

Then, turning his head to look at Fang Ziye, he remarked with emotion, "Teaching by example, every word is precious. Being a teacher is truly difficult."

"As expected of Professor Hu Pingdong!" Deng Yong gave a thumbs up, his expression suddenly becoming quite conflicted.

"Master, actually you are too." Fang Ziye wanted to flatter him.

Deng Yong shook his head, turned and went downstairs, his tone desolate: "Your master is a failed master."

“A failed master,” Deng Yong repeated before disappearing around the corner.

Fang Ziye chased after him for half a floor, but Deng Yong continued downstairs as usual, showing no sign of waiting for Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye didn't chase after him, knowing that Deng Yong's feelings must be very complicated right now.

Professor Hu Pingdong had a very harmonious relationship with several professors in the Department of Bone Diseases.

Fang Ziye even speculated that the reason why the Department of Orthopedics could develop so rapidly in the previous generation was due to the efforts of this old Professor Hu Pingdong.

In one subspecialty, four full professors emerged at once, and all four were from the same generation, which is extremely rare even at Zhongnan Hospital.

Because hospital resources are relatively limited, if the orthopedics department has one more full professor, other specialties will have one less full professor.

If there's no shortage within the orthopedics department, then it must have been taken from other surgical departments, which makes achieving this even more difficult.

However, even at the height of his popularity, Professor Hu Pingdong still picked up the stick called Fang Ziye and gave him a wake-up call.

After overtaking on a curve and achieving a complete crushing victory through unconventional means, you can't catch up simply by accumulating experience step by step.

Fang Ziye didn't know if he was being used as a pawn, but one thing was very clear to him: he had entered the "senior level" of orthopedics.

Whether it's power, influence, fame, experience, or connections, Fang Ziye has already entered the scene openly and confidently, and he holds a relatively high position within this circle.

What kind of circle is a senior professional title holder?
It means that people below you can use your name to do things, and when you go out to make your way in the world, many people will give you some face.

This includes, but is not limited to, job hunting and research grant applications.

Your junior doctors can confidently admit patients based on your reputation, knowing that you can cover their losses.

People at your level know your excellence and recognize your strength, so they will respect you. You will have a place in any meeting or conversation within your social circle.

Your suggestions will be highly valued and considered. People from all walks of life will notice you and want to consult you on how and in what direction you should develop your team, whether you can move forward, and to what extent you want to go.
Can you surpass all other specialties nationwide and even worldwide, becoming a true No. 1, or at least something similar to No. 1, or even a benchmark in the domestic industry? The point is, we hope you improve, and that your specialty also improves, which in turn drives the hospital forward, so we can all achieve our 'performance' together…

Fang Ziye now has two choices: go back to the trauma surgery department or catch up with Deng Yong.

Fang Ziye chose the latter.

Fang Ziye walked very fast. He caught up with Deng Yong when he was only on the 1.5th floor, not even on the 1st floor.

"Master, wait!" Fang Ziye called out.

"Why don't you go back and pack your luggage?" Deng Yong asked, puzzled.

"My luggage is in Teacher Yuan's car. Teacher Yuan went to a meeting in the department. I don't want to squeeze in for a meeting today," Fang Ziye explained.

"You want me to go eat?" Deng Yong asked with a smile.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Master, what exactly is the matter concerning Professor Han Yuanxiao? Could you tell me everything?"

Deng Yong paused, his left foot already planted, his right foot hooked behind him, and looked to Fang Ziye on the right. His eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"Why are you asking this?" Deng Yong asked.

"When you encounter a problem, you must solve it. Even if you can't solve it directly, you should try to solve it indirectly."

"I want to help Professor Han." Fang Ziye did not hide his thoughts.

Deng Yong's lips twitched for a moment.

“Master, it’s like this,” Fang Ziye continued to explain.

"Let's talk at my place," Deng Yong interrupted immediately, continuing downstairs.

The law should not be passed on to six ears; there are some things that are inconvenient to talk about outside, because walls have ears.

Deng Yong didn't drive over; he rode an electric scooter instead.

Fang Ziye sat down behind Deng Yong...

Upon arriving at the residential complex, the elevator took them upstairs, and they entered the apartment. The entire process was incredibly smooth, and Deng Yong hadn't even considered making tea for Fang Ziye that day.

He led Fang Ziye into the study, turned on the air conditioner, and then said, "You may continue."

"Han Yuanxiao treated you so badly before, and now you're going to help him?" Deng Yong asked, puzzled.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Master, how Professor Han treats me is an internal matter for our trauma surgery department. As for how amicable our orthopedics department is to the outside world, that's only true to the outside world."

"Within the entire orthopedics department, the people who can consider issues from the perspective of our trauma surgery are still our own people in trauma surgery."

"On this fundamental point, Professor Han Yuanxiao has never changed."

“Our trauma surgery department cannot be fully supported by Professor Gong Jiahe alone. Even after Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan is promoted to full professor, he will only be the same Professor Han he was a few years ago. He needs to establish himself firmly.”

"If you could return to clinical practice, that would be the best thing, but we haven't found a good solution yet."

"Therefore, by having Professor Han stay, the foundation of our trauma surgery will be solid enough."

“Master, the principle you taught me before was that I should be firmly rooted.”

“I remember it very clearly, but for it to take root firmly, the soil must be fertile, there must be no rocks underneath, and the depth must be deep enough so that my foundation will be stable enough.”

“After weighing the pros and cons, instead of bringing in another professor to our trauma surgery department, it would be better to let Professor Han stay.”

"What exactly happened to Professor Han this time?"

The most outrageous thing Han Yuanxiao had ever done was trying to get his senior fellow apprentice Liu Qiao into the department, in order to sow discord between his teacher and Deng Yong.

He did not frame Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong.

But if another outsider came, Fang Ziye couldn't guarantee anything, and he didn't want to test other people's character again.

Even with the Gong family and professor being lured here, Fang Ziye couldn't guarantee that he would be safer than Professor Han Yuanxiao.

"Han Yuanxiao was betrayed!" Deng Yong said, seemingly agreeing with Fang Ziye's idea.

"His doctoral dissertation data was stolen and published in another journal by someone else before his doctoral defense."

"Two months ahead of schedule."

"Moreover, this happened almost twenty years ago, and the original data is long gone," Deng Yong said.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye frowned.

"Master, back in your day, did you graduate with a doctorate without publishing papers first, and instead just write your doctoral dissertation using data?" Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes.

Han Yuanxiao is now nearly fifty years old, almost twenty years after he graduated with his doctorate.

That happened in 2003 or 2004.

Back then, the internet wasn't as developed as it is now, finding research materials wasn't as convenient, and communication wasn't as easy.

Therefore, Han Yuanxiao might not have been able to discover the theft of his data immediately, and he didn't pay attention to it afterward.

"Back then, a letter was enough to graduate with a doctorate," Deng Yong said, sounding a little embarrassed.

But this is the fact.

In the early 21st century, graduating with a doctorate in China was very easy. But now, it's not easy at all. Without a Q2 journal article, you're likely to have to wait until graduation.

Fang Ziye continued, "Are all the articles that person published the same type as Professor Han's articles?"

"If Professor Han Yuanxiao's paper can get positive results from duplicate data, can the other party also get the same positive results?"

"And who published the article?" Fang Ziye asked three times in a row.

There's a lot to say about this.

Even if someone stole Han Yuanxiao's data, Han Yuanxiao could simply repeat the data content to clear his name, right?
Fang Ziye noticed that Deng Yong remained silent.

"Could it be that Professor Han really bought it?" Fang Ziye asked.

Deng Yong shook his head again: "It wasn't bought. Absolutely not bought."

Deng Yong's tone became somewhat hesitant as he spoke.

After hesitating for a while, Deng Yong finally revealed the truth, leaving Fang Ziye speechless.

When Han Yuanxiao was a doctor, he had a girlfriend, but now he doesn't even know which ex-girlfriend she was.

At the time, Han Yuanxiao was conducting the experiment with his "ex-girlfriend".

It's perfectly normal for boyfriends and girlfriends to do research projects and experiments together.

This 'ex-girlfriend' didn't just have one 'boyfriend,' but rather operated on a 'fish-raising' model, choosing to stay with whoever was the most outstanding.

The original data for this paper was in her possession.

Back then, the doctoral dissertation defenses weren't as rigorously reviewed, and Han Yuanxiao's 'ex-girlfriend' used the same data to simultaneously 'fund' two 'boyfriends'!
Han Yuanxiao used his graduation certificate, and another person used it to publish an article.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye looked up at the ceiling and felt dizzy—

His mouth opened and closed a few times.

But soon he asked again, "Master, this isn't right either?"

"No matter who Professor Han gave the data to, the research direction is definitely not exactly the same. The other party cannot get the exact same results using Professor Han's research direction."

"Why not just repeat the other person's experimental results, and if we can't get the same or similar images?"

Deng Yong continued, "That man is dead!"

"In Sichuan Province in 08."

"Are you going to apply for a second review?"

Fang Ziye choked again.

What heinous things did Han Yuanxiao do in his past life? How could he keep encountering such unlucky things?

How can we investigate this?
A person's character and integrity are unwavering; when it comes to matters of principle, choose a loyal and upright person. You cannot nitpick over a person's minor details.

Han Yuanxiao could only grit his teeth and swallow his blood.

Then the problem comes again.

Now that this heroic couple has passed away, who brought this matter to light?
If this incident becomes a major scandal, or even turns into news, the most likely outcome is that Han Yuanxiao will never recover.

"You'd better not get involved in this!" Deng Yong tapped the table, giving Fang Ziye a stern warning.

"Under no circumstances should you get involved," Deng Yong said.

"Okay." Fang Ziye nodded.

An article is both important and unimportant to a person's life, and the integrity of an event cannot define a person's entire life.

"Master, I won't get involved."

"But personally, I think there is another better solution to this problem, which is for Professor Han Yuanxiao to prove that his experimental results are plausible."

"As long as we can repeat the experiment and obtain the original data again, we can prove our innocence," Fang Ziye said.

Some things don't necessarily need to be verified to be true.

Those who are innocent can remain innocent.

“Han Yuanxiao himself is doing just that,” Deng Yong said.

"If it can be repeated, neither of us needs to help him, but if it cannot be repeated, there is no use in helping him."

……

When Fang Ziye left Deng Yong's house, his mentor Yuan Weihong sent him a message. Fang Ziye's outpatient clinic was scheduled for every Saturday in September. Associate senior physicians were required to start seeing patients during their outpatient clinic hours because there were requirements for the number of patients seen when being promoted to senior physician...

“Okay, Master.” Fang Ziye replied.

The older we get, the more things we have to keep to ourselves. Perhaps it's because we have so many things to keep to ourselves that we can't always be so innocent.

(End of this chapter)