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Chapter 665: Sources Cleared (Please Subscribe)
"Let's have dinner together tonight," Yuan Weihong said, inviting everyone to a feast.

Fang Ziye read the message and said, "Master, shall we invite Jinhuan along as well?"

Xiong Jinhuan is Han Yuanxiao's student, so he probably knows even more inside information.

This matter is clearly a "game" between big shots; otherwise, Han Yuanxiao's "grudges" could not have been investigated so thoroughly, and a completely untenable scheme could have been uncovered.

"We should call Jin Huan!"

"Ziye, it would be a lot of trouble for you to call him yourself," Yuan Weihong said.

"Master, can I come and get the keys first? My luggage is in your car..." Fang Ziye texted back while hailing a taxi.

He can go back, but it's inconvenient if he goes back alone without his own luggage.

After Fang Ziye arrived by taxi, he sent a message to Yuan Weihong. After Yuan Weihong came downstairs, Fang Ziye took the initiative to say, "Master, I'll get the key to open the car door and return it to you later."

"It's convenient to take a walk along the way." Yuan Weihong touched his forehead; now, when he put his fingers together, his hair no longer touched the top of his eyebrows.

"I need to clear my head."

Yuan Weihong was also under a lot of pressure at the moment. He knew that his skills were only at this level, and he could barely manage to get by by forcing himself to lead the team.

But he was extremely uneasy about becoming the head of a subspecialty department when there wasn't a senior professor in the department yet.

Therefore, Yuan Weihong's first thought was to call Fang Ziye back.

The master and apprentice walked a full hundred meters without saying a word for almost half a minute.

Fang Ziye then said, "Master, Professor Zeng's matter has been resolved."

"Professor Zeng's problem is solved, but the current issues are not just about Professor Zeng."

"Professor Gong, whom Teacher Deng invited, has made it clear that he will not be the director of this ward, and we should deal with it ourselves."

“Your tasks are more demanding and your prospects are better in the sanatorium. Your master cannot keep you by his side for his own selfish interests.”

"Professor Han Yuanxiao is currently embroiled in trouble, and the other two brothers are making excuses and dragging their feet, unwilling to take the position."

People who can rise to the rank of associate professor at Zhongnan Hospital are generally not lacking in emotional intelligence or IQ.

With both benefits and risks, Zhongnan Hospital today is not what it used to be.

Although Fang Ziye has left, the Department of Trauma Surgery continues to perform some functional reconstruction surgeries and limb salvage surgeries for traumatic injuries.

The people who come here for treatment are not ordinary people. If you don't have the status and ability to get involved in the director's mess, you're just asking for trouble.

If it were to explode one day, I might not even be able to remain an associate chief physician.

Yuan Weihong had no choice but to take over.

“Professor Gong has come to our hospital, so it doesn’t make sense for him not to be the head of the ward,” Fang Ziye said.

"His body is in Cao's camp, but his heart is with Han. How could Professor Gong and I possibly fathom or influence the choices made by the Gong family and Professor Gong?"

"In the end, Professor Gong still has dreams, which must be inextricably linked to that sanatorium you're in."

“He doesn’t want to be bogged down in mundane affairs! Our Zhongnan Hospital is just a stepping stone for him. Our department needs to leverage his name; it’s a mutually beneficial arrangement.” Yuan Weihong’s analysis was quite logical.

Yuan Weihong was able to analyze some things; he wasn't completely ignorant.

When Fang Ziye heard Yuan Weihong say this, he remembered that Professor Gong Jiahe had once said that he was a "loyal fan" of Dean Chen Song!
Henan Province is a province where the college entrance examination is a nightmare. If a child can transfer from Henan Province to Hubei Province, with the same college entrance examination score, he can at least go to a higher-level university.

For someone of Professor Gong's caliber and influence, applying for talent recruitment would be a piece of cake. Using Han City as a springboard is perfectly reasonable.

“Master, let’s take it one step at a time. There will always be a solution,” Fang Ziye said.

The situation was too chaotic, so Fang Ziye could only focus on the fundamentals.

Now that Yuan Weihong is taking on the role of administrative director, his biggest fear is that no one will be there to back him up. While Yuan Weihong is certainly talented, he is not as exceptional as Fang Ziye, who could surpass someone else's ten years of accumulated experience.

"Master, how did Professor Liu Huanglong manage to take over the hand surgery department?" Fang Ziye asked in a low voice.

After Liu Huanglong arrived at Zhongnan Hospital, all the senior doctors in the hand surgery department were dismissed. Liu Huanglong also went there to lead a team without any hesitation. How did he manage to take on this responsibility?

Liu Huanglong's strength is not much greater than Yuan Weihong's at present.

"Isn't that obvious?" Yuan Weihong rolled his eyes, his tone conflicted.

What is their status, and what is mine?
Fang Ziye outwardly smiled and complimented, but inwardly he gradually came to understand Liu Huanglong's previous "helplessness".

He relies on his father-in-law for influence, so he is inevitably controlled by his father-in-law!
There were some favors that his father-in-law couldn't refuse, which meant that Liu Huanglong himself couldn't refuse either, so he had to choose the path of acting as a go-between.

Fang Ziye did not get his luggage, but instead got the car keys.

"You can drive over there and pick me up when it's time for dinner."

"I've already spoken with your teacher's wife today; they won't be coming with us."

"I need to go back to my department to take care of some things."

“You’ll be starting outpatient clinics next month. Actually, as your mentor, I should be teaching you some things, but since it’s you, I won’t waste any more words,” Yuan Weihong said.

Fang Ziye didn't need his instruction; he could perform normal medical consultations using his own hard skills.

"Master, see you later!" Luo Tingzhu's apartment complex has a parking space that she hasn't rented out, so it will be more convenient for Fang Ziye to drive there and park.

Fang Ziye had just driven out of the Basic Medical College campus when Lan Tianluo called: "Senior, just as you predicted, your appointment slots were locked up as soon as they were released!"

Fang Ziye's return to Enshi was arranged two days ago.

Fang Ziye is nominally only an associate professor, so adding a batch of new associate chief physician appointments will not cause too much of a stir.

However, the registration slots were locked as soon as they were released. Fang Ziye didn't believe there wasn't something fishy going on.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Tianluo."

"Give me the WeChat of that friend you met in the IT department. I'll treat him to a few more meals later."

"Because I need the basic information of the patients whose registrations are currently locked, and compare it with the personal information of the patients who actually come for treatment later, so that I can know which ID sources are locking the registrations."

"Whether it's the scalpers' tricks or other people's methods, I need to investigate them thoroughly," Fang Ziye said with a smile.

Lan Tianluo said, "Senior brother, I heard that scalpers might even contact you to add you to their appointments or make appointments."

“Well, if they actually call, it will be easier to handle,” Fang Ziye replied.

……

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye was not happy that his number was immediately sold out; instead, he frowned.

Generally speaking, those who have the ability to secure these access numbers are either well-connected "scalpers" looking to make money, or they are alternative "scalpers" with some connections looking to profit.

It would be unwise to confront them directly.

Especially at this sensitive time, it's possible that people who are at odds with former Dean Chen and Song might align themselves with this group.

To act like this as a doctor actually goes against the original intention of the profession.

But Fang Ziye had no choice; the path he encountered had led him step by step in this direction.

……

Department of Orthopedics, Director's Office.

Professor Zeng Duoqin, who was in his forties, lowered his head slightly: "Professor Hu, I'm sorry, it was my fault."

"You cannot retire early!"

“I don’t want to go to other hospitals either. I’ll continue to study with Director Du.” Zeng Duoqin’s words were sincere.

Professors Du Yingshan and Ning Haiqing glanced at Zeng Duoqin and tried to persuade him to stay, saying, "Professor Hu, Zeng Duoqin's intentions were good, but our orthopedic ward is still too small."

"Actually, based on our accumulated experience?"

Hu Pingdong spoke calmly, gesturing to silence the crowd: "Our orthopedics department is already quite unique; our wards are located on the entire first floor of a separate building!"

"These are all our orthopedic wards. If we want to expand further, where will we find the space?"

"If there is no space, then we can only build branch campuses and establish departments within those branch campuses, which will take a long time to develop."

“In Kyoto’s Peking Union Medical College Hospital and Kyoto Third Hospital, which department isn’t full of professors and senior doctors? Once we reach a certain level of development, we need to get used to this kind of system.”

“Of course, it’s time for me to step down,” Hu Pingdong said.

"Teacher Hu!~"

"Teacher Hu."

"Master." Zeng Duoqin, Ning Haiqing and Du Yingshan's voices rang out at the same time.

"The fact that you guys are trying so hard to keep me here makes me feel like I have no regrets in this life. At least it maintains the superficial politeness between us at the vocational college."

"But at present, the situation is limited."

"Our department follows the conventional path. It's not that we don't work hard enough, nor that we lack the qualifications and experience, but that we always follow behind others, only thinking about catching up."

"So, now they've overtaken others in trauma surgery by taking a shortcut..."

"They not only surpassed others, but they surpassed us."

“In the past, I always said that we should first get our footing firmly, learn to run, and then learn how to overtake on curves. This idea may still be too conservative…” Hu Pingdong narrowed his eyes as he recalled the last twenty years of his life.

He nodded and shook his head, sometimes smiling, sometimes looking serious.

"Master, is this prescription his?" Du Yingshan swallowed twice, his tone not very good.

"Who told you to ask for their help?"

As the old saying goes, "He who eats another's food is bound to do his bidding; he who takes another's money is obligated to do his bidding; even if you are in the right, you will still suffer a loss."

"If any of you dare to say that we can choose not to cooperate with Fang Ziye and let him make his own choices, and still maintain the development speed of our department, why should we back down like this?"

"But the problem is, it's not possible, is it?"

"You all know this Fang Ziye. He looks like Sha Wujing, honest and hardworking, but he's actually wilder than Sun Wukong."

"Even as a teacher, Deng Yong has no constraints to follow."

All three of them were silent.

If things really did fall out with Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye angrily chose the bone tumor department of another hospital as the first batch of clinical trial sites.

Then their fun will be in vain. They will have lost the most favorable opportunity for rapid development, and for the next few decades, everyone can sink into the shadows.

"It would have been better if this had never happened..." Zeng Duoqin muttered to himself.

If it weren't for Fang Ziye's incident, the Department of Orthopedics wouldn't have had the opportunity to take off. Zeng Duoqin could have easily separated from the family business without anyone daring to stop him.

No matter how successful Fang Ziye was in trauma surgery, it couldn't hinder his work in orthopedics. "Don't be so narrow-minded!"

"Overall, Fang Ziye is still a member of our hospital family, so when he makes choices, he tends to favor us."

Even if we have some disagreements now, he will still choose the best option.

"Of course, Fang Ziye's appearance also teaches us a lesson: don't be too conventional in your actions!"

"There isn't a single normal person in Fang Ziye's lineage." Hu Pingdong was senior enough that he dared to comment on anyone.

Upon hearing this, Du Yingshan added in a low voice, "Deng Tiantian's methods are cunning, Yuan Weihong's personality is cunning, and Fang Ziye's temper is cunning..."

"There are indeed no normal people out there."

The four of them exchanged a glance and then fell silent.

A good ten minutes passed before Professor Zeng Duoqin earnestly pleaded again, "Professor Hu, you can't leave early!"

Ning Haiqing and Du Yingshan chimed in.

Hu Pingdong let out a long sigh...

It was 8:30 in the afternoon.

Fang Ziye, slightly snoring from the alcohol, personally escorted the somewhat drunk Yuan Weihong to his home before taking his leave.

Walking downstairs in the residential area, I let the hot wind brush my face and let the sweat pour down my back.

“Ding ding ding ding…”

Fang Ziye's phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar number, and its registered address was Han City, Hubei Province.

"Hello." Fang Ziye answered the call.

There might be a new junior colleague at Zhongnan Hospital who got Fang Ziye's phone number from someone else. Yuan Weihong is still drunk, so if a patient comes to the department, he might have to go and check on the situation.

Or you could call Deng Yong or something.

"Is this Professor Fang? Hello Professor Fang, my name is Lan Qi, you can also call me Xiao Qi." A very polite voice came from the phone.

"Professor Fang, I got your phone number from Dean Liao Jiayuan."

Lanchi revealed his identity.

Liao Jiayuan, the vice president of the hospital, whom Fang Ziye had met a few times, said: "Yes, please go ahead."

"Professor Fang, I have a few relatives who want to seek medical treatment, so they came to me for help."

"Professor Fang, could you please do me a favor?"

"When I have some free time in a couple of days, I'll bring these friends to meet you."

Fang Ziye was only slightly tipsy, but not drunk yet. He knew the rhetoric and tactics: "I'm sorry, Brother Lan, my number is full. I have to look at more than fifty numbers a day, so it's quite tight."

"We really can't add any more numbers."

"If there's nothing else, I'll go rest now."

"Professor Fang, please wait a moment!" Lan Qi said quickly.

"Professor Fang, these are really my friends, and I can't refuse them. Professor Fang, please work overtime. I'll have my friend bring you a few bottles of good wine later."

"Everyone knows that it's difficult to get an appointment with Professor Fang. They've come from afar, which is quite a journey, and they're genuinely seeking treatment..."

"I can't add you, sorry." Fang Ziye then decisively hung up the phone and immediately blocked the other party.

However, just as Fang Ziye stepped out the door, another call came in from an unfamiliar number.

The voice was still Lan Qi's: "Professor Fang, why did you block my number?"

"Did I disturb your rest?"

"Professor Fang, please do me a favor and help me out. I'll give you eight hundred yuan for each number, and I'll keep a little for myself."

“There are only five numbers,” Lanqi said.

“Can’t add it…” Fang Ziye replied decisively.

Lanqi's breathing froze for a moment: "Professor Fang, there's no need to be so upright and incorruptible. There's nothing shameful about earning a living through your own abilities."

“These people are not short of money and can afford to pay this amount, so why are you doing this?”

“You may disagree now, but you will agree later.” Lanchi’s words carried a hint of threat.

Fang Ziye said, "Then why don't you give it a try? Let me see if I have to agree or not. What can you do if I don't agree?"

"Then you just wait." Seeing that he couldn't reason with Fang Ziye, Lan Qi simply hung up the phone.

Fang Ziye thought the other party was quite arrogant, so he didn't take it seriously at all.

After leaving the house, I blocked a bunch of people again and then took a taxi back to Luo Tingzhu's neighborhood.

After taking a shower, I had a video call with Luo Tingzhu for a while.

Midway through the video call, a phone number that Fang Ziye had saved in his contacts actually called in; it was Liao Jiayuan, the vice president of the hospital.

Fang Ziye took a shower and calmed down considerably.

"Tingzhu, I need to take this call. It's from the vice president of our hospital," Fang Ziye said.

"Okay, senior brother, you should get some rest. I'm going to organize some more data, so I won't be back until very late."

"Remember to set your alarm. The work schedule at Zhongnan Hospital is different from that at the sanatorium. You have to be at work by eight o'clock," Luo Tingzhu reminded her very carefully.

"But I'll call you in advance tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you." Fang Ziye smiled.

"Hello, Dean Liao." After hanging up the video call, Fang Ziye's tone became slightly polite, with a hint of flattery.

Liao Jiayuan must have had his strengths to have reached the position of vice president, even if it's just his network of connections.

"Professor Fang, I'm sorry to bother you so late at night."

"I just received a call from my relative. Did they call you to bother you?" Liao Jiayuan asked.

"Yes, it seems like someone named Lanqi called me and said he'd give me 800 for a number."

“But I didn’t record it,” Fang Ziye said firmly.

Having recorded an audio recording and not having recorded an audio recording are two different things; Fang Ziye doesn't want to ruin things yet.

"Professor Fang, Lan Qi is being a bit immature."

"The current legal system is cracking down on medical touts and scalpers. Professor Fang, you did a good job refusing him. I have already given him a stern reprimand. I hope you won't mind."

"If he calls you again in the future, just record the call and tell me. I'll personally take him in!" Liao Jiayuan replied coldly, her attitude resolute.

"Dean Liao, this is still a bit too much."

"However, I've already released fifty numbers a day, and I really can't add any more." Since the other party had already backed down, Fang Ziye didn't push them too far and gave them a way out.

"If the slots aren't full, Dean Liao, there's no reason why we shouldn't add more slots since you've brought your people over."

"Thank you for your kind words, Professor Fang. I'll take it seriously then," Liao Jiayuan chuckled.

Fang Ziye checked the group for a while longer, processed the necessary information, and then went straight to sleep.

……

The next day, at seven o'clock in the morning, Fang Ziye heard Luo Tingzhu's sweet voice.

"Senior brother, are you still in bed?" Luo Tingzhu was probably washing her face.

"I've finished my run, I ran for twenty minutes."

"Now I'm going to rush back to take a shower, and then go to our usual spot to buy a bowl of hot dry noodles, with some beef and chili..." Fang Ziye described the details in great detail.

"Gulu gulu..."

"Senior brother, you're so annoying." Luo Tingzhu was a true foodie.

"Hehe... I'm going back to take a shower."

"Actually, Tingzhu, you didn't understand. Today is Sunday, not a workday, so Zhongnan Hospital isn't open yet," Fang Ziye said.

September 1st, a Sunday!!
"Oh, oh, oh." Luo Tingzhu is currently in the research area of ​​the sanatorium. There are no weekends or specific days. After getting up, she goes to the laboratory, which is very fulfilling.

Although it was Sunday, Fang Ziye still chose to go to the hospital and the department to report to his mentor, Yuan Weihong.

I am a physician in this hospital, not just a resident physician, so I can slack off at any time, ignore the ward, and be irresponsible.

However, just as Fang Ziye arrived at the hospital across the street by taxi and was about to cross the road to head towards the orthopedic building, someone immediately approached him and walked alongside him.

"Professor Fang, I am Lan Qi."

"You must do me a favor."

"I called you yesterday. I've already returned the other four, and even lost some money, but I just can't return the last one." Lan Qi is 1.75 meters tall, half a head shorter than Fang Ziye, and has a thin build.

He was rather handsome and not very old, probably even younger than Fang Ziye.

"Professor Fang, name your price, I'll pay it. Please help me resolve this trouble, and I'll be eternally grateful." Lanqi's voice was distorted now, completely lacking the 'tricky' tone of the previous night!
"You go."

"I said I can't add a number, and I mean it. I want to live a few more years."

"We are all born in the 90s, and it is in our nature to reasonably refuse to work overtime."

"Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you," Fang Ziye said.

"Professor Fang, Professor Fang, you're not working overtime, you're saving a life!" Lan Qi quickly begged for mercy.

"I'm not that noble. I'm just making money, doing a job, and earning a salary."

"Don't bother me anymore, or I'll call the police!" Fang Ziye warned sternly.

He's no longer afraid of the other party causing trouble.

Fang Ziye has a distinguished reputation in the sanatorium. His file is still at the military sanatorium. If the other party dares to use underhanded methods against him, he will show them what he's capable of.

Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. Even if Chen Song is no longer the director of the sanatorium, it is still a military sanatorium. With this connection, Fang Ziye can still make some people sway in Han City.

Even just calling Song Libo "Director" is enough to cause a lot of trouble for many people.

(End of this chapter)