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Chapter 668 Rebel Against Tian Gang Fang Ziye (Please Subscribe)
In the office on the floor where the orthopedic skills training room is located, an oval red lacquered wooden table is surrounded by people, but everyone's expression is slightly thoughtful.

The group of old men, wanting to speak but unsure of what to say, began to look at each other in bewilderment.

Fang Ziye sat on a small red plastic stool with four legs, replying to messages from his two teachers one after the other: "Master, I'm in the skills training room, having a meeting with the senior professors."

"Okay," Deng Yong replied.

"Why did the old professors keep you here? Are you alright?" Yuan Weihong asked with concern, showing that he was a little more concerned than Deng Yong.

After all, none of the senior professors in trauma surgery are his teachers now, so if they really want to target Fang Ziye, he won't have a say.

"It's nothing, just some minor issues. I'll consult with a few teachers." After typing, Fang Ziye put his phone in his pocket.

He did not reply to other people's less important information, such as when Li Yuanpei asked him about the specific time to schedule a lesson.

Seeing Fang Ziye withdraw his gaze from his phone, Professor Xiong Zhizhang licked his lips and said hesitantly, "Ziye, your suggestion is still a bit too sharp."

"The standards for comparing training rooms with those for master's, doctoral, and attending physician levels need to be revised all at once, which has a significant impact."

"It's already September, and the time until next year's doctoral and master's exams is not long. One thing can have far-reaching consequences."

"this?"

“We can notify our hospital’s students in time, but we can’t inform the candidates from other universities.” Xiong Zhizhang’s expression and tone were extremely hesitant.

At his age, he didn't care much about the infighting within the department; he only thought about bringing in more qualified students for the orthopedics department, so that the hospital could have a better chance of development.

“Professor Xiong, I know that the impact will be quite wide, so I suggest starting with our trauma surgery department.”

"After much thought, I still feel that our current graduation standards for master's and doctoral students in trauma surgery are too scattered and do not fully focus on the core fundamentals of trauma surgery."

"For example, one of the requirements for passing the current trauma surgery examination is to complete the superficial suturing of tofu and cut the tofu into an octahedral pyramid shape."

"Such requirements for suturing and incision are redundant for a master's degree in trauma surgery."

"And our core basic skills in trauma surgery, such as debridement, require carving three-dimensional characters out of tofu, which is actually a bit beyond the scope of the curriculum."

"The key to mastering fundamental skills during the master's stage lies in the word 'control'," Fang Ziye said in a loud voice.

"Dear teachers, I am only now, having been through it myself, looking back, that I feel that this level of practice and assessment standards may not be very good."

Professor Li Guohua then asked, "So, Ziye, you mean we should lower our standards?"

"If the standards are lowered, how can we objectively reflect the candidates' qualifications?"

"From the principle of 'better to have fewer but better students,' if the standards are set a little higher, the students we can recruit will be more talented."

Professor Qi Wenshan, a specialist in joint surgery, chimed in, "Yes, Ziye, the exit examination in the training room is for selecting talent, not for currying favor with the candidates!"

Although those who complete their postgraduate studies at Zhongnan Hospital may not necessarily stay at the same hospital to pursue their doctoral degrees.

The more outstanding the candidates who can enter the hospital for postgraduate studies, the stronger the talent pool of Zhongnan Hospital will be.

Fang Ziye then said, "Teacher Xiong, I understand your concerns."

"How about this, I'll lead the junior students in my group first and use the step-by-step practice method I designed for them."

"Let's not keep it for too long, let's set it for a month first, around the National Day holiday, and then we'll see how they've improved."

"Even if it has no effect in the end, the professors can't blame me for delaying their future."

"Is this good?"

The practice room is the domain of the senior professors. Those who can enter this room are all professors with a spirit of dedication and extensive experience.

Not all retired professors choose to continue contributing their expertise in the practice room.

Fang Ziye did not dare to change the 'promotion training process' they had set for each specialty without authorization.

Fang Ziye was targeting the trauma surgeons, so Professor Qi Wenshan and the others didn't say much, but looked at Xiong Zhizhang and Li Guohua.

"A month won't have a significant impact."

"There is just one problem. According to the training program for our trauma surgery that you just mentioned, your training program is mostly different from the program in our training room."

"How do we determine whether something is valid? How do we determine whether it is invalid?" Li Guohua asked after stating his position.

"Teacher Li, it's actually quite simple. We just need to assess the junior students in our group according to the standards of the practice room to see how much they can improve."

"I observe the progress of everyone from first-year graduate students to second-year doctoral students. In this process, I try not to interfere with their basic skills practice."

“But teaching during surgeries and classes is unavoidable,” Fang Ziye replied.

Fang Ziye had carefully considered several ways to acquire knowledge, and scientific breakthroughs were certainly one of them.

The second type is teaching. One form is live teaching on mobile phones. Another is whether we can explore a more scientific training program for improvement.

Although the second path may not bring Fang Ziye more knowledge, in principle, even if they succeed in practicing and improve their basic skills, it will not have much to do with Fang Ziye.

The amount of knowledge that can be acquired is very small, but even so, I can promote the two core basic skills of trauma surgery, debridement and hemostasis, in all medical schools.

The number of people who improve their abilities through their own learning methods is much larger, which is much better than doing live streaming.

Live streaming is just one way for Fang Ziye to quickly generate knowledge by exploiting people's curiosity; it's an alternative plan.

The real mainstream approach, the long-term solution, is still the traditional teaching method that subtly and gradually permeates society. Ideally, this teaching model should be promoted to medical schools across the country.

Of course, Fang Ziye also knew that he could not promote all the basic skills, nor did he have such great ambitions, and he could not bear the 'consequences' of potentially leading people astray.

You only need to teach the two basic skills of debridement and hemostasis.

If this method proves effective, ten years from now, Fang Ziye's daily knowledge point earnings will reach an astonishing figure, and earning 10,000 yuan a day will definitely not be a dream.

"Let's agree on this for now."

After Li Guohua nodded, he warned, "Ziye, no matter what, let's start with a one-month period."

“I don’t deny your excellence, but I can’t let you mess around with your junior brothers for long,” Li Guohua warned firmly.

"Okay, thank you, Teacher Li." Fang Ziye nodded, his tone formal.

……

After reaching an agreement, Fang Ziye sent a message to Li Yuanpei in the group chat.

"@Li Yuanpei, Yuanpei, please gather all the master's and doctoral students in our group in the group. We will have a meeting at 8 pm tonight in practice room 801."

"Everyone who can come, please come!" Fang Ziye sent out the message from the entrance of the skills training building.

“Received! ~ Senior. @Everyone.” Shu Lang was the first to reply.

Although Fang Ziye only tagged Li Yuanpei, Shu Lang saw it and replied immediately, also tagging everyone else.

Soon, the others followed suit.

This is a large group outside of the superiors' group. All the PhDs and Masters in the group are in the group. There is no second-level mentor selection process.

Fang Ziye felt a strange sense of joy as he saw one junior brother after another replying "received" in a very respectful manner.

This kind of joyful feedback is irreplaceable on any other level.

This is the "happiness" that belongs to superiors and teachers.

A kind of 'happiness' unlike that of ordinary teachers and parents.

However, someone soon led the floor astray.

Lan Tianluo: "Senior brother, is it still possible for me to leave Enshi for Hanshi in time?"

Jie Han: "Senior brother, can we postpone it to tomorrow? I'll take a taxi right now."

Wang Yuanqi: "Senior brother, can we postpone it until the day after tomorrow? I'm taking the green train right now."

Sun Shaoqing: "Senior brother, could we postpone it until next year? I'm leaving on foot right now..."

Fang Ziye looked at it and his lips twitched.

Goodness, with just one message, I managed to bring out Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing, who's been lurking in the shadows for years.

"Senior Brother Sun, please don't belittle me."

"Senior Brother Wang, where are you working now?" Fang Ziye asked, head down, as he walked toward the orthopedic building.

"How dare you, young Sun, be so disrespectful in front of Professor Fang? You shall step down now," Sun Shaoqing joked from afar.

The other master's and doctoral students didn't dare to speak and completely went silent.

Wang Yuanqi then remarked with a sigh, "Still looking for a high position? (Imagine the voiceover yourself)"

Wang Yuanqi typed out the detailed explanation that followed.

“I plan to join Professor Yuan’s postdoctoral research station. It’s so hard to find a suitable job these days,” Wang Yuanqi said.

"Senior brother, are you coming back? When are you coming?" Fang Ziye asked quickly.

In terms of relationships, Fang Ziye had the best relationship with his senior brother Sun Shaoqing, but in terms of resentment, Fang Ziye felt that it was reasonable for both his senior brother Gu Yi and senior brother Sun Shaoqing to leave Zhongnan Hospital.

Wang Yuanqi's expulsion was entirely due to teacher Deng Yong's inability to control his own erratic behavior.

"It's not decided yet. The start date for the postdoctoral research station is not fixed. I'm also waiting for Professor Yuan's specific information," Wang Yuanqi replied.

"We might meet later this month."

“I applied to several companies before, and although I received offers, I didn’t feel right for any of them,” Wang Yuanqi said.

Li Yuanpei stepped forward and sent a smiley face: "Senior Brother Wang, Ziye, can you two go down and chat privately? There are other fellow disciples who haven't replied to the messages."

"Or should the three of us create a group chat?"

"You want to eat this melon by yourself?" Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing, who had been lurking underground, surfaced again...

Fortunately, the relationship and atmosphere among the fellow apprentices were very good, so Fang Ziye was happy to remain silent.

As soon as Fang Ziye entered the director's office of the Department of Trauma Surgery, he said, "Master, I would like to join your postdoctoral research station."

Yuan Weihong, who had been sitting upright, was so frightened by Fang Ziye's words that his upper body trembled and he looked Fang Ziye up and down before asking, "Are you kidding me?"

"Why are you going to the postdoctoral research station? I already promised Wang Yuanqi," Yuan Weihong quickly explained.

"Congratulations, Master." Fang Ziye immediately cupped his hands in congratulations.

Whether or not one can establish a postdoctoral research station is another manifestation of a person's scientific research accumulation and achievements. Generally, only those who have done very good research can establish a postdoctoral research station.

As an outstanding young scientist, researcher, and highly productive individual, Yuan Weihong certainly has the qualifications.

Based on the current standing of trauma surgeons, Fang Ziye is first, Yuan Weihong is second, and even Deng Yong, who requires a doctorate, can only be ranked third.

"Don't scare me like that, you'll give your master a heart attack."

"I thought you'd gone mad." Yuan Weihong sat up straight, his expression still somewhat unpleasant. Fang Ziye then realized that his teacher had changed.

No, I should say I've changed. I can no longer joke around with the teacher casually, or congratulate him through jokes. I'm no longer suited to joke with the teacher.

The other party will take it seriously and will scrutinize every word they say very carefully.

Fang Ziye does not need postdoctoral research experience. Postdoctoral research stations are actually a transitional station for some people who do not have enough research experience to accumulate research depth.

If Fang Ziye were old enough, he could easily become a recipient of the National Science Fund for Distinguished Young Scholars, and a Yangtze River Scholar would be within his reach as well.

If he hadn't been delayed by graduating this year, he would be an Outstanding Young Scientist by now. Even if there was an Outstanding Young Scientist like Yuan Weihong in the Department of Orthopedics at Zhongnan Hospital, it wouldn't be able to stop him.

"Master, have you found a cadaver for me?" Fang Ziye quickly changed the subject.

Yuan Weihong cupped his hands slightly in greeting: "Be more careful with your wording in the future. Finding a cadaver isn't that easy."

"However, your master did find one in Yishi, but he can only go to visit him in the middle of this month. You will come with me then."

“Yes, Master.” Fang Ziye nodded in agreement.

Yuan Weihong continued, "This afternoon, I had a small meeting with Brother Long and Brother Fang. They have a very high opinion of you and praised you highly."

"It's not the kind of mutual flattery or backroom praise; it's genuinely admiring of you and saying that you're very considerate of other people's feelings."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye sighed and shook his head: "Master, it's not that I'm very good at considering other people's feelings."

"In fact, the current situation in our department is very favorable for both Teacher Chen Fang and Teacher Peng Long."

“There are no senior physicians at the moment. Once they are promoted, they can lead their own teams regularly, without having to leave their hometowns like many of our senior orthopedic surgeons did.”

Fang Ziye saw the key point at a glance.

I can understand it quite well.

The number of people at each job level is different.

For example, many of the hospital's doctors stayed in the hospital, such as Wang Yuanqi, Fang Ziye, Jin Hongzhou, Zhang Zixi, and Nie Xuehua.

There are so many attending physicians at the first level.

But at the associate professor level, there were only four left.

Xie Jinyuan, Yuan Weihong, Chen Fang, and Peng Long. Yuan Weihong was only recently promoted.

However, at the professor level, when Professor Dong Yaohui was still alive, what was the age difference between Dong Yaohui, Deng Yong, and Han Yuanxiao? They were basically five or six years apart.

Where did the others go?

Did Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao not recruit anyone during their five years together? Then Zhongnan Hospital would have collapsed long ago.

Yuan Weihong looked at Fang Ziye, his lips twitching for a while: "You're looking less and less like a student these days."

"Even your master regrets teaching you so much," Yuan Weihong said with a sigh.

The more knowledge students have, the more powerless teachers feel.

Just like some high school students with special talents, they may know things that even their high school teachers may not know.

Teachers don't even bother to look at students like this during class; it doesn't matter whether you come or not.

As for those who are admitted through the guaranteed admission program, it goes without saying that once you're certain you can get into Tsinghua, Peking University, or any other top university, high school life will be completely irrelevant to you...

Fang Ziye said in a serious tone, "Master, the more I know, the less you need to worry about."

"I did this to save your hair," Fang Ziye finally said.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong immediately feigned anger and pointed towards the door, shouting, "Get out!"

Fang Ziye stubbornly refused to move.

After standing up, she walked behind Yuan Weihong and began to demonstrate her massage skills.

It's worth noting that Fang Ziye had previously added manual therapy points to help Master Kai recover better.

In less than half a minute, Yuan Weihong squinted his eyes and started making "uh-huh" noises.

"Ziye, your massage technique is pretty good."

“If you ever decide to leave medicine and go to a place like Yierkang, you’ll definitely be the top doctor,” Yuan Weihong said.

“Right? Master, I’ve found myself a way out,” Fang Ziye replied gently.

"You're really planning to go?" Yuan Weihong asked.

"I mean just in case."

“Master, press for another five minutes, then we should head to the training room,” Fang Ziye said.

"Mmm." Yuan Weihong felt his shoulders and neck were particularly relaxed, as if Fang Ziye had found a G-spot on his shoulders.

"What are you going to the practice room for?" Yuan Weihong asked.

"Practice the basics."

"Then go ahead."

"It's not me practicing, it's you, Master, practicing."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong jolted and shoved Fang Ziye's hand away.

He stared intently at Fang Ziye.

"Master, you have to go!"

"The department still needs you to stay and watch over it. You'll have to take over as the ward director in the future, otherwise the senior professors might force me to 'usurp' the position."

"I don't want to do this, so I have no choice but to force you," Fang Ziye said earnestly.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong seemed to realize something, displaying a strong sense of crisis.

After going out with Fang Ziye, he led Fang Ziye to the skills training building.

After entering the third training room, Yuan Weihong locked the door immediately.

After half an hour.

“Master, you need to make your hands more steady. If you want to improve your wound cleaning technique further, you can only practice making your hands more steady.” Fang Ziye said while sitting.

Yuan Weihong stood in a horse stance, holding a scalpel in each hand. Each scalpel had a rope attached to it, and a hammer used for inserting steel plates in orthopedics was suspended from the rope.

"To perform debridement well, the entire hand must work together as one. The strength of the upper arm and forearm must be fully channeled into the hand so that the surgery will not be too tiring."

"Currently, there is no scientifically sound training method, but I think practicing core strength in the hands is a very important part. I appreciate your persistence, Master."

Yuan Weihong's hands were trembling.

Veins bulged on his forehead: "Ziye, tell me, are you deliberately targeting and retaliating against me?"

"Master, that's impossible!"

Fang Ziye spoke earnestly: "Even if others want me to practice for them, I'm too lazy to go."

"You are my master."

Twenty minutes later.

"I can't take it anymore!" Yuan Weihong put down the scalpel and hammer in his hands and quickly started shaking his wrists.

My hands felt like they were filled with lead.

"Ziye, you've never practiced like this before?" Yuan Weihong looked at Fang Ziye with a deep gaze.

“Master, if I don’t have enough talent, I can only make up for it with hard work.” Fang Ziye’s reply was very hurtful.

Yuan Weihong raised his hand to strike, but Fang Ziye quickly grabbed Yuan Weihong's hand: "Master, this is when your touch is at its worst, when your hand feels the stiffest."

"But this is precisely the perfect opportunity to practice wound cleaning techniques!"

"The pork and ribs are ready for you. First, separate the meat from the bone, then separate the pork belly, and finally shape the muscle, nerves, and blood vessels..."

"My hand won't move." Yuan Weihong took a few steps back, his tone resentful.

“Master, if you get through this, you will be the next Professor Duan.”

“No, he’s even more amazing than Professor Duan,” Fang Ziye said.

Even now, Duan Hong still relies on his national-level hemostasis skills to travel the country, not his debridement skills.

Perhaps it was the stimulation of Professor Duan Hong's name that gave Yuan Weihong a lot of motivation.

It was almost eight o'clock when Fang Ziye went out, leaving Yuan Weihong to practice alone.

When Fang Ziye arrived at the training room, he gathered all the junior brothers in his group together and explained to them a completely new path for practicing wound cleaning techniques.

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he first dispelled everyone's concerns: "You don't need to worry. As long as you can stick to the training path I'm telling you, you'll be fine."

"Later, I will suggest that our hospital adopt a dual-standard assessment method in the process of doctoral evaluation or inpatient retention."

"Traditional professional assessments and new professional assessments run in parallel. As long as you meet one of the criteria, you can pursue a doctorate or meet the requirements for staying at the institute."

"Ziye, is it really that simple?" Li Yuanpei asked with some skepticism.

"Yuanpei? Do you think it's simple?"

"Then give it a try..." A mysterious smile flashed across Fang Ziye's lips.

A dozen minutes later, Li Yuanpei's forehead began to be covered with fine sweat.

While he felt incredibly incompetent, he also thought that Fang Ziye's standards were exceptionally simple, practically child's play compared to the standards in the training room before.

This is a misconception.

An hour later, Li Yuanpei finally gave up on the idea of ​​"simple" and began to look worried.

……

At this moment, Fang Ziye also left the 801 training room and went to the outside of Yuan Weihong's training room. Listening to the calm and peaceful breathing inside, he did not push open the door to disturb his master, Yuan Weihong.

I just silently prayed in my heart, "Master, this path will definitely be very difficult, and I can't guarantee that you will reach that point. It may take three to five years."

But this is the best path I've come to realize. If you succeed, your future will be bright; if you don't, your achievements won't be any less than they are now.

Achieving the basic skills of a national-level athlete is not easy...

At any time, with any training method, reaching the national level requires a certain amount of talent.

(End of this chapter)