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Chapter 669 Has His Talent Run Dry? National Scholarship Nomination (Please Subscribe)
"Ziye, are you sure this will work? Aren't you just using this as an opportunity for revenge?"

The following day, September 2nd, Monday.

After arriving at the department early, Yuan Weihong went into the director's office and woke Fang Ziye up by phone to order breakfast together; the hot dry noodles were still on their way.

"Master, why would I want to take revenge on you? Do you think you have done anything wrong to me?" Fang Ziye brewed the tea and presented it to Yuan Weihong with both hands, speaking respectfully.

"It really works? How long does it take to see results?" Yuan Weihong wasn't questioning whether Fang Ziye was messing with him; his eyebrows danced with excitement, and his eyelids twitched with delight.

"It could take five years at the shortest, or more than ten years at the longest," Fang Ziye said, then took a step back.

Yuan Weihong had already made a gesture to hit someone.

Fang Ziye immediately pushed away to create a safe distance with his right hand and said, "Master, Teacher Deng is already over fifty years old and still hasn't taken that step."

"Professor Duan Hong is the same age as Teacher Deng, and he is only slightly better at hemostasis. You are only thirty-seven years old this year..."

"You can't hit me."

Yuan Weihong pulled his hands back and put them behind his back.

Fang Ziye was telling the truth, but this is a universal principle. The 'principle' applied to Fang Ziye is not universal, because if we follow the normal logic of development, it would take Fang Ziye another twenty years to reach that level.

Even if Fang Ziye is exceptionally talented, he should still possess certain skills.

Yuan Weihong thought he could find a shortcut.

“Even if I don’t train according to what you say, I might still reach that level…” Yuan Weihong muttered to himself.

Seeing that Yuan Weihong's expression had calmed down and was no longer ferocious, Fang Ziye approached again: "Master, are you confident that what you said is possible?"

Yuan Weihong deflated again.

To gain a certain status within the province, the ability to gain access to important people's inner circle is essential. If you can't overcome this, no matter how senior or old you are, the respect others show you will be superficial and insincere.

In other words, if you want to have a heavyweight status nationwide, having the strength of a national-level athlete is a prerequisite. Seeking fame and fortune is useless, and connections are not very helpful either.

Medicine is a special field; it is a rigorous science.

No one, regardless of who they are, would allow others to "legally" play with their life.

"So, according to what you said, being subjected to so much suffering really increases the likelihood of that happening?" Yuan Weihong's tone was melancholic and rather bitter.

At that moment, he so wished that his talent could be better, breaking free from the shackles of tradition.

It's not just about status in the martial arts world, but also about being able to glimpse even greater heights.

Medicine is a science that makes you more and more afraid the more you learn it, the more you feel you don't know it, and the more powerless you feel...

"should be."

“But Master, I can’t be sure either. Based on my current knowledge and my own experience, I can only say that it should be.”

"And this kind of 'should' must have been added by many senior doctors at Kyoto Third Hospital, Jishuitan Hospital, and Huashan Hospital based on their own understanding."

"I don't know if the continued existence of successors in these renowned orthopedic hospitals is simply due to the factor of tradition, or simply because the students they admit have higher average qualifications."

“With our hospital’s platform, we can’t conduct the latter kind of experiment. In the short term, we can’t recruit the most qualified students in the country, so we’ll have to find another way,” Fang Ziye replied.

Fang Ziye is now not only an associate chief physician, but also an associate professor.

Associate professor is a teaching title. Having taken on this position and received an associate professor's stipend, Fang Ziye felt obligated to do something for this vain title.

Even if it's a failed attempt, Fang Ziye has to give it a try.

After all, Fang Ziye knew that his current level of debridement and hemostasis was level 6. Level 6 was a basic skill level that was currently indescribable in China.

Because Level 6 is not a regular occurrence, nor is it something that necessarily occurs at a certain stage.

Level 6 is an extremely rare achievement in the entire history of medicine, requiring absolute talent and insufficient aptitude.

“So, Master is just a test subject in your teaching experiments.” Yuan Weihong looked directly at Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye laughed upon hearing this, "Master, why don't you awaken some kind of superpower, like the kind of cheat that allows you to copy other people's skills, like in novels?"

"It will be done soon."

"Get out!" Yuan Weihong cursed.

Fang Ziye chuckled and reassured Yuan Weihong to sit down, then continued, "I also made this suggestion to Teacher Deng, but he said that he is too old and no longer has the opportunity to take risks."

"So, he can be lazy and avoid this hardship."

"However, Professor Deng did not contact you directly because that was your personal choice."

“I would also give the same choice to Associate Professor Chen Fang, Associate Professor Peng Long, and Brother Zhang Zixi.”

Yuan Weihong's mindset gradually calmed down.

“Casting a wide net, waiting for the rabbit to run into the tree stump, and relying on chance encounters—this kind of rebirth is indeed very painful…” Yuan Weihong said.

"It's easy to send out a vanguard general, but difficult to be a steadfast defender!"

“Master, then it’s settled. For the next few years, our department will not pursue any new technological innovations. We will focus on making minor innovations based on existing technologies.”

"Stand firm on your own feet, first perfect the limb-saving surgery for severe injuries, and solidify the basic skills of our trauma surgery to the point of being incapable of doing anything else."

"After completing these preliminary accumulations, we will see if we can develop a teaching model with our own departmental characteristics, and then pass it on."

"After that, we can think about other things. We don't need to rush."

"The wine has already been brewed; all that's left is for it to ferment..."

"Master, I need to go and take a look at Professor Chen Fang's operating room today," Fang Ziye said.

“Okay, go ahead. Today is their surgery day.” Yuan Weihong nodded.

"Oh, the delivery is here. Could you go get it?"

……

Once the general direction is set, there aren't many variables within the department.

The number of patients in the department is not small.

The transfer time for patients with limb-sparing injuries is already long enough. Zhongnan Hospital's limb-sparing surgery for limb-sparing injuries has long been well-known in the province, so there are quite a few emergency patients from nearby areas who are transferred here.

Limb salvage surgery for severe injuries is an emergency procedure. Previously, there weren't many people who could routinely perform this type of surgery, but after a year of accumulation and learning, the number has increased.

Now, the attending physicians and associate professors in the department are able to carry out routine procedures.

The ward is responsible for functional reconstruction surgery and postoperative care following limb salvage surgery.

Because the procedures are routine and there are few variables, the risks are naturally lower, and the time required for surgery will also decrease once the procedures become more specialized.

Comparatively, this will increase the amount of free time available for studying.

Yuan Weihong, Chen Fang, and Peng Long formed a top-tier study group, striving for the mysterious and vast foundational skills required to become national-level masters.

Zhang Zixi, Qin Geluo, Nie Xuehua, and other chief physicians are the second group of people who are striving towards their dreams.

Chief Resident Jin Hongzhou is still very busy, managing and attending to patients in the ward, overseeing emergency surgeries for limb-sparing injuries that he is learning with Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan, and assigning various tasks...

In the department, some doctoral students were preparing for graduation, while others, like Li Yuanpei, were preparing for employment.

There are no changes.

The overall atmosphere seemed to be one of slacking off, being old-fashioned, rigid, and overly conventional.

……

About a week later.

September 8th.

In the orthopedics department, in the associate professor's office, Professor Ning Haiqing finished reading several articles before asking Associate Professor Dou Xinyuan, who was beside him, a question.

"Xinyuan, what has the trauma surgery department been up to lately since Fang Ziye came back?"

Are there any new research directions?

“Some of the ideas in this prescription are particularly unique. Even if it’s not in our field of orthopedics, we should still pay more attention to it.” Professor Ning Haiqing took off his glasses and pondered seriously.

Fang Ziye was right about one thing: Fang Ziye absolutely deserves the hospital's orthopedics department's reputation.

Because Fang Ziye's team proposed the concept of combining microcirculation devices with chemotherapy for orthopedic tumors, Zhongnan Hospital received the three best slices of the bone tumor pie.

The research project is currently undergoing approval by the ethics association and other review procedures. Meanwhile, the Department of Orthopedics at Zhongnan Hospital is making various preparations for the first batch of clinical trials.

This includes, but is not limited to, adjusting and optimizing chemotherapy regimens and dosages. This requires consulting numerous resources and literature, and even seeking advice from domestic experts, sharing information and resources...

Associate Professor Dou Xinyuan, who was mainly responsible for researching the data, also had tired eyes: "Professor Ning, the trauma surgery department hasn't done anything since Fang Ziye came back."

Everything remains the same.

"I heard from Chen Fang that Yuan Weihong originally wanted to do something, but Fang Ziye rejected him without any leniency at the department's handover meeting."

"We will only perform the same surgeries and only admit the same patients."

"For example, emergency treatment of simple bone defects, catastrophic injuries, and bone transport procedures..."

Dou Xinyuan was also a little tired. After speaking, he stretched and said, "Even within the trauma surgery department, some students are saying that Fang Ziye is not friendly to his department and doesn't share the good stuff with them."

"Some people say that Fang Ziye has run out of ideas and is now just resting on his laurels, without even thinking about developing new research topics..."

"All the work is focused on the projects that are about to be completed, as well as the projects he is working on at the sanatorium."

Upon hearing this, Ning Haiqing tapped the table with his finger: "Knowing when to retire gracefully, Fang Ziye is quite a capable manager, isn't he?"

"Even if he did bring men with him, he wouldn't make a big mistake."

"Not rushing in to claim credit when it's the best time to make a name for oneself is a sign of a very careful person. Being cautious prevents major mistakes."

"The other possibility that Professor Hu speculated about no longer exists."

Upon hearing this, Dou Xinyuan smiled wryly and said, "Professor Ning, this Fang Ziye is quite interesting. The phrase 'young and promising' is perfectly embodied in him. How can he resist making a big fuss about it?"

“Look at how arrogant he used to be, taking on several projects at once and spanning two sub-specialties.”

"It's basically never stopped, the output is constant!~"

"But suddenly after returning?"

"Doesn't he feel that the current situation is as uncomfortable as having to hold it in and have it cut off while taking a dump?" "If I were Fang Ziye, I would definitely press my advantage and come up with a few more research topics to attack relentlessly." Dou Xinyuan's tone was somewhat envious, and his face was full of longing.

"Perhaps Ziye himself realized that his current accumulation was enough to last him a long time, so he stopped being reckless."

“When you’re out there, you’re carrying a heavy load on your shoulders, Dou Xinyuan.” Ning Haiqing, on the other hand, quite admires Fang Ziye.

Upon hearing this, Dou Xinyuan slapped his thigh and said, "Oh, right, Professor Ning."

“Last month, in August, Fang Ziye did not personally attend the award ceremony for this year’s Natural Science Award and Science and Technology Progress Award in Hubei Province.”

"It was collected by someone else on my behalf."

"At that time, the scene was not very pleasant. Everyone thought that Fang Ziye was arguing with the provincial leaders."

"Now it seems that's not the case."

Ning Haiqing was stunned for a moment upon hearing this: "Ziye won the first prize but didn't go to claim it? Didn't Deng Yong kick his butt?"

Fang Ziye only won a second prize last year, but this year, Hubei Province felt that Fang Ziye's contribution was strong enough, so it awarded him two first prizes.

They are the first prize in Natural Sciences and the first prize in Scientific and Technological Progress, respectively.

Logically speaking, Deng Yong and the hospital would never ignore such an honor and allow Fang Ziye to act like a scoundrel.

Moreover, Ninghai and Qinghai knew that Fang Ziye was on leave in August, and Fang Ziye had plenty of time to do so.

"Professor Ning, Fang Ziye should be working hard to complete the procedures for the national scholarship."

"Second prize of the National Technological Invention Award, second prize of the National Science and Technology Progress Award, and third prize of the Natural Science Award. Just some inside information has come in; the awards ceremony will be held at the end of September." (This is a parallel world; the dates have been slightly modified, and the awards are given annually. Please don't take this too literally.)
Whether it's a provincial or national award, the winners are actually determined in advance, but they are only announced and awarded at the National Science and Technology Conference or the National Science and Technology Awards Conference.

The award won by Han City University this time is very significant, so they received inside information in advance.

"Deng Yong is like Qin Shi Huang eating peppercorns, he's won so hard he's numb," Ning Haiqing said with great envy.

"However, the natural science award is only a third prize. It would have been better if it were a second prize."

Ning Haiqing felt quite regretful, and then added, "But after all, it's not a breakthrough in basic theory, so it's not easy to get a good ranking in the Natural Sciences Prize."

"Professor Ning, that's enough!"

"At least, it's more than enough for the medical community in Hubei Province! No one will dare to challenge Fang Ziye's position for the next ten or twenty years."

"After receiving this award, my ranking and status are completely different from ordinary people like us."

As one of the highest national-level awards in my country's science and technology field, the National Science and Technology Progress Award is awarded based on a comprehensive evaluation of the innovation level, difficulty and complexity, advanced level of major technical and economic indicators, overall technical level, economic or social benefits already achieved, potential application prospects, degree of transformation and promotion, and role in industry development and technological progress of the projects completed by the candidates and candidate units.

In the face of the real world, everywhere is results-oriented.

Once Fang Ziye receives these awards, he can basically stabilize his ranking at Wuhan University and Zhongnan Hospital.

To put it even more dramatically, it's not that Director Du Xinzhan can be replaced, but Fang Ziye cannot. Even the vice president of Zhongnan Hospital can be replaced, but Fang Ziye cannot be replaced.

The reason why it's not the dean who can be replaced is because Dean Wang received the 'Second Prize of National Science and Technology Progress Award' a few years earlier than Fang Ziye, making him a highly respected senior figure!

“Fang Ziye must have received the news long ago, which is why he is so calm,” Dou Xinyuan said.

Upon hearing this, Ning Haiqing blinked curiously and put on his glasses: "How much is the prize money for the second prize of the National Science and Technology Progress Award again?"

"150,000." Dou Xinyuan remembered it vividly.

"Oh yes."

“Only 150,000…” Ning Haiqing shook his head.

"It's too little. That's why many people don't want to take it."

Dou Xinyuan was startled by these words. "So this is the Ning Haiqing you are?"

Let alone a prize of 150,000 yuan, even if they had to pay out 500,000 yuan, the line of people would stretch from Zhongnan Hospital to Xiangya Hospital.

……

September 8th, Sunday.

Inside a restaurant on Han Street.

When Fang Ziye entered the private room, he found that there were only two people inside: Liu Huanglong and Liu Huanglong's doctor, Chen Xiangjun.

"Fang Jinbu, it's harder than climbing to heaven to get an appointment with you these days. Professor Fang has finally done me the honor of doing so today." Liu Huanglong said, gesturing for Fang Ziye to sit down.

"Teacher Liu, climbing to heaven only requires the simplest exercise, but seeing you requires a winding and circuitous walk, right?" Fang Ziye asked, driving a semi-trailer.

Liu Huanglong is a surgeon, so there's no need for Fang Ziye to explain what the simplest exercise is.

He quickly composed himself: "You really have been corrupted by Brother Wei."

"I've ordered. See if you want to add anything." Liu Huanglong handed over the tablet.

"Teacher Fang." Chen Xiangjun was the same age as Fang Ziye. He was square-faced and had large muscles, making him look quite strong.

"No need to add it, Teacher Liu."

"It's a waste if we can't finish it," Fang Ziye said, fanning himself.

"It's the weekend today, Ziye, you can have a drink, right?" Liu Huanglong had no other business with Fang Ziye today, he just came to have dinner.

“You can drink a little less. My fellow disciples were overdone by my master yesterday, and they all had headaches this morning!” Fang Ziye rubbed his nose.

Upon learning that Fang Ziye had won such a big award, the department still upheld the old unwritten rule: Fang Ziye had to treat everyone to a meal.

While they were eating, Yuan Weihong encouraged Li Yuanpei and the others to drink more alcohol since Lan Tianluo and the others weren't around. Little did he know that these animals really didn't treat Fang Ziye like a human being.

All three of them were drunk and passed out.

The consequence was that most people collapsed along with Fang Ziye.

"That's because Professor Fang is popular, and everyone wants to toast you. It's only natural," Liu Huanglong said.

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "We fellow students also have great respect for you, Teacher Liu. We wonder if you would be willing to give us a chance?"

Should I call them over in the group chat?

Liu Huanglong suddenly exploded, tugging at Fang Ziye's ear: "You're getting more and more out of control."

Well, Liu Huanglong completely disregarded the rules of the underworld and relied on his seniority, so Fang Ziye was clearly no match for him.

"Professor Liu, several professors from the Department of Orthopedics have been in close contact with you recently. I wonder if you could tell me the truth?"

"Has our hospital's orthopedics department actually started clinical trials ahead of schedule?" Fang Ziye's eyes became calm.

"You can't lie about that."

"Otherwise, Mr. Liu, you might also be in big trouble."

Upon hearing this, Liu Huanglong's expression instantly turned serious: "What? Fang Ziye, you're not going to bring the 'Imperial Guards' to our home again, are you?"

"Teacher Liu, rules are rules."

“I haven’t broken the rules myself, so anyone else who wants to break the rules is just trying to shit on my head, isn’t they?” Fang Ziye replied.

The rules governing the early approval of clinical trials and treatment methods are lessons learned from the experience of millions or even tens of millions of lives lost throughout history.

No one may break this rule.

Some people break this rule in order to attract attention, and the result is that they end up singing "Tears Behind Bars" in the orange, even if they think their research results are very advanced and shocking.

Because the regulations for clinical trials are the minimum level of protection for ordinary people, preventing them from becoming "illegal test subjects" without their consent!
Not everyone understands the risks of medical trials.

"No." Liu Huanglong shook his head. He knew that Fang Ziye was telling the truth and was not joking.

"That's good. Congratulations, Teacher Liu, on winning the grand prize," Fang Ziye said.

The development of the micro-circulatory device was led by Liu Huanglong, and Liu Huanglong was also nominated for the award that Fang Ziye won.

However, Liu Huanglong did not take pride in this, nor did he flaunt his achievements in front of his colleagues.

He might have considered it, but considering Fang Ziye's fighting prowess, he didn't dare.

"Hey, I just hitched a ride with you, Ziye."

"But I'm in a good mood, so I might as well have a few drinks later..."

"Before today, I had already treated Yuan Weihong and Teacher Deng Yong to several meals. We all had a great time." Liu Huanglong is very good at interpersonal relationships.

He benefited from this incident, and he would naturally repay his two mentors, Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong, on another level.

Liu Huanglong himself understands social etiquette, which makes Fang Ziye much less burdensome; otherwise, his two teachers might be nagging him.

"Teacher Liu, when do you plan to start working in functional rehabilitation surgery?"

“I heard from Professor Zhou Yan of Xiangya Hospital that he is quite familiar with you,” Fang Ziye asked.

“I studied there a few years ago, but unfortunately Professor Zhou Yan changed the track later.”

"Ziye, how come you've gotten involved with Professor Zhou Yan again? When did this happen?"

"You were able to contact Professor Zhou? Could you ask him to come over and perform a few more demonstration surgeries for me? I still feel like it's not quite there yet."

Liu Huanglong spoke instinctively, noticing Fang Ziye standing tall with a smile on his lips.

"Fuck..."

"You've learned it again." Liu Huanglong's Adam's apple began to bob up and down, and he swallowed with extra force.

“Teacher Liu, then I don’t have to know it either!” Fang Ziye said.

"Stop with this nonsense. Why are you coming to me instead of developing new topics and techniques in your own subspecialty?"

"You want me to be your striker again?" Liu Huanglong's eyelids twitched.

"Let's get this straight, no matter what you say, I'm going to adopt a conservative approach for now. Our college's foundation isn't weak either..."

Fifteen minutes later.

Liu Huanglong gestured to his student to lock the door from the inside, and said respectfully, "Professor Fang, please elaborate on your thoughts."

"Professor Liu, you already have a plan. Professor Zhao Le from Tongji Hospital mentioned it to me a few times before. If you really don't have time, I won't bother you anymore." Fang Ziye began to act.

There are no people who aren't 'bad'; either they haven't accumulated enough experience, or the environment isn't right.

(End of this chapter)