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Chapter 672 The Pathology Department's Temperamental Behavior (Please Subscribe)
The next day, Monday.

Fang Ziye had been drinking yesterday, and even though he came to the department, he didn't ask about the basic situation of the patients admitted over the weekend. Therefore, Fang Ziye arrived at the department early.

"Yuanpei, you haven't ordered breakfast yet, have you?"

"I agreed to order today," Fang Ziye asked Li Yuanpei, who had arrived at the department first.

After Fang Ziye returned, he reorganized the breakfast mutual aid group.

At least the fellow apprentices in the group, if they have the time, will order breakfast in advance.

According to the unwritten rules of the underworld, Fang Ziye would treat everyone on Mondays, Jin Hongzhou on Tuesdays, and so on for the others.

However, you need to make an appointment in the group in advance.

Upon hearing this, Li Yuanpei smiled and slightly tucked his notebook away: "Today is Professor Fang's day to check your pockets; no one will dare to steal your thunder."

"Even Brother Qin Geluo and Brother Wei sent me messages asking you to order one for them, and not the kind that isn't beef."

Fang Ziye quickly retracted the message he had sent and retorted, "Hey, Yuanpei, why is it that when I eat your food, it's served plain, but when you ask me to treat you, it's served with beef?"

A serving of vegetarian hot dry noodles costs eight yuan, while a serving of beef noodles costs sixteen yuan, double the price.

"Brother Wei said that your salary is more than double his, so if he doesn't fleece you, this rich dog, who else should he fleece?"

After saying that, Li Yuanpei crossed his arms and said, "Of course, I've already said it, my brothers and I can be vegetarians, but the older brothers..."

Fang Ziye started counting the number of people in the group.

Yuan Weihong, Qin Geluo, Jin Hongzhou, Ji Zi, Li Yuanpei, Qiao Fei, Shu Lang, Cao Nong, Zhu Yunwen, Liu Haihua, Gong Luoyuan, Zhou Xiaoshan, Lin Fangzhong, Teng Feng.

Fourteen portions.

"Two hundred silver dollars are gone!" Fang Ziye said.

"Hey, at most it's just a minor injury," Li Yuanpei said irritably as he began organizing the medical records that Fang Ziye needed to pay close attention to.

After putting down his phone, Fang Ziye corrected him: "As a medical student, you need to be meticulous. Mosquitoes don't have leg hair."

Li Yuanpei raised his head seriously: "For you, Ziye, that's a piece of cake."

“Look, Ziye, you need to pay close attention to these three patients. They are all common illnesses.”

"Can the patients who had surgery last Tuesday really be discharged today or tomorrow? Should we wait a few more days? Didn't you say we should be on the safe side?" Li Yuanpei asked.

Fang Ziye said he was responsible for maintaining stability in the department, but what he did was anything but stable.

The patient who had surgery last week is being sent away this week. It was a functional reconstruction surgery, brother.

“It’s okay. It’s been more than a week already. We can’t let them stay in the hospital until the stitches are removed and they are discharged.”

"You have no idea how many hospital admission certificates I issued during my outpatient clinic the day before yesterday. I need to speed things up a bit while ensuring safety," Fang Ziye said.

"Twenty-one yuan," Li Yuanpei said mysteriously.

Fang Ziye himself hadn't counted how many hospitalization certificates he had issued, only remembering that there were many. He never expected that Li Yuanpei had actually kept track.

Fang Ziye only released fifty appointments and issued twenty-one hospital admission certificates, proving that many people knew that Fang Ziye was good at functional reconstruction surgery and that he was very capable, so they managed to get appointments very accurately.

Fang Ziye took Li Yuanpei's notebook without replying, but he kept Li Yuanpei's "details" in mind. While flipping through the notebook, he asked, "Were the brothers in the group causing any trouble in the practice room?"

"Won't they think I'm wasting their time?"

Li Yuanpei quickly shook his head: "There were some originally, but suddenly changing the practice items will make everyone feel uncomfortable."

"However, after practicing for a few days, Yunwen felt no improvement, so he went back to the previous exercises. Guess what? The incision technique that had been stuck for him for almost nine months was successfully overcome without him even noticing."

"His surgical skills have reached the level required for a master's degree!"

"Huh? You're not kidding me, are you?" Fang Ziye didn't think his practice plan would be so effective. How long had it been?
Fang Ziye was multitasking, so he didn't think deeply about it. Li Yuanpei reminded him, "Zhu Yunwen, your master delayed your graduation by a year. You should have been in your fourth year of graduate school this year!"

“He was stuck for nine months, so isn’t it perfectly normal for him to have made some progress now?” Li Yuanpei replied.

“That’s true.” Fang Ziye nodded.

"These patients are all fine, nothing special. My master will be the surgeon for bed 7." Fang Ziye wrote down the name Yuan.

"For beds 11 and 13, we can let Brother Qin Geluo give it a try. I heard that Brother Qin Geluo has been working very hard in the past year."

"The basic skills have been accumulated to this level." Fang Ziye recalled Qin Geluo's performance in the operating room last week, which was imbued with the aura of a superior, without any trace of Photoshop. This was a habit he had developed in the sanatorium.

Li Yuanpei knew that Fang Ziye led a team at the sanatorium, but he had never worked with Fang Ziye in clinical practice. When he heard Fang Ziye describe Brother Qin Geluo as a "little brother," he was momentarily stunned.

After pondering the phrase "same age, different fate" for a while, he said, "Brother Wei also seems to have said that Brother Qin Geluo should be able to achieve good results in the competition this year."

"After all, everyone is making progress."

Qin Geluo is now thirty-four years old. Even though his talent is not outstanding in Zhongnan Hospital, it is not bad either.

The basic skills have gradually progressed to the advanced level of 'Level 4'.

The basic skill threshold for limb-sparing surgery and the entry threshold for functional reconstruction surgery are both about mastering the techniques. At least, that's the consensus in our group regarding the entry threshold for these types of surgeries.

"Brother Ye, Brother Pei."

"I bought some drinks. Do you want some now? If not, I'll put them in." The person who came was Qiao Fei, who was one year younger than Li Yuanpei.

He was referring to putting it in the refrigerator in the general inpatient office, which Fang Ziye bought himself to benefit everyone.

"Keep two bottles..." Li Yuanpei waved his hand.

"Qiao Fei, come over here for a moment after you put down the drinks."

“I’ve come up with a new idea these past couple of days. If you have some free time, could you gather some data on it?” Fang Ziye said, tilting his head.

For a long time, Qiao Fei stayed at Zhongnan Hospital. After Deng Yong went to the laboratory, he was left alone in the clinical setting, which must have been quite difficult.

Since Yuan Weihong's research group didn't assign any projects to Qiao Fei, Fang Ziye naturally planned to find other ways to make up for it.

Moreover, Qiao Fei's clinical skills have improved by leaps and bounds in recent months, which most likely means he has been 'marginalized' and doesn't have many opportunities in clinical practice, so he can only study hard in the training room.

Qiao Fei quickened his pace.

"I'm free, Brother Ye."

"I'll be right back," Qiao Fei said.

After Qiao Fei ran out of the office, Li Yuanpei said, "Qiao Fei is quite good. It's just that he wasn't a master's student at our Zhongnan Hospital before. After coming here to pursue his doctorate, he has always kept a low profile."

“When we were in Enshi, he mentored all the junior colleagues in the department, working tirelessly and without complaint.”

"She's more talented than me," Li Yuanpei said self-deprecatingly.

“Everyone has different talents, and no one in our group can replace Yuanpei in terms of ability,” Fang Ziye said with a smile.

Fang Ziye may not have direct experience in managing departments, but he has already learned how to manage groups at the sanatorium.

Even if there are several professors in the group, Fang Ziye knows how to mentor them.

Currently, he only has some junior students with master's and doctoral degrees, and Fang Ziye finds it particularly easy to mentor them.

This is the benefit of experience, and it also shows that Dean Chen Song was bold enough to let Fang Ziye lead the team.

……

Monday is not a surgery day, but a day for sending patients to surgery.

After Fang Ziye finished his rounds with Yuan Weihong and arranged the surgical plan, he followed Yuan Weihong into the director's office.

This is a privilege unique to senior doctors; they can be relieved of menial and strenuous tasks.

Other matters, such as supervising the delivery of patients for surgery and following up on post-operative examination results, are the responsibilities of Jin Hongzhou and Brother Qin Geluo.

"Master, I need to ask for leave this month to go to Kyoto," Fang Ziye said as he entered the room.

"I know, I know, go collect the award! Who would dare refuse your leave?" Yuan Weihong said with obvious envy.

"Liu Huanglong had already delivered your leave application forms to the dean's office in one trip, and he even gave you a special commendation at the hospital's weekly meeting last Friday."

"When you win the award, the hospital will publish a promotional poster."

"This year, only you and Liu Huanglong from our hospital received national-level awards."

Liu Huanglong was previously the leader of research projects on limb salvage surgery, functional reconstruction, and microcirculation devices for traumatic injuries, while Fang Ziye was the main planner of the projects and a direct beneficiary. Both of them were able to attend the award ceremony.

"Does Teacher Deng have any objections?" Fang Ziye asked softly.

It's not Fang Ziye's fault that Deng Yong didn't benefit from this; it was Deng Yong's own doing because of Li Yuanpei's situation.

If Deng Yong hadn't privately communicated with Song Yi on behalf of Li Yuanpei, Song Yi wouldn't have left Zhongnan Hospital for Tongji Hospital after passing the professional skills assessment out of spite...

Deng Yong will not be removed from his position as director by the old directors.

"No. I just mention it occasionally."

"Ziye, when are we finally going to start on new treatments? I'm so tired of doing trauma and functional reconstruction surgeries." Yuan Weihong is indeed Yuan Weihong.

With just a little bit of takeoff, its tail wagging high. Commonly known as "One Leaf of the North Sea," it embodies a carefree, wandering life, with nothing but drifting in its bones.

Even though he's become more mature now, his old habits die hard.

“Master, when Qin Geluo, Jin Hongzhou, and Brother Zhang Zixi in our department can routinely perform limb-sparing surgery and functional reconstruction surgery for ruptured limbs, we can take the next step.”

"Another prerequisite is that Brother Jin Hongzhou is very skilled at performing common trauma surgery procedures such as bone transport," Fang Ziye replied.

"Their learning speed is too slow," Yuan Weihong muttered.

As one of the most outstanding and talented young people in his generation, Yuan Weihong is qualified to say this.

If it weren't for Fang Ziye's emergence, Yuan Weihong would still be a dominant figure among the younger generation.

Among the associate professors, he is now completely at ease facing Chen Fang, Peng Long, Xie Jinyuan, and others.

Because Yuan Weihong is already thirty-seven years old, more than three years have passed since he won the special prize in the provincial young physician competition.

"We'll have to wait patiently. Our hospital doesn't have enough resources yet, so we can only gradually build them up before we can confidently hand over some tasks to them."

“Otherwise, if we walk ahead and they fall behind, we'll get separated from the group, and something bad will definitely happen.”

"Medical safety must be the top priority. Only after ensuring safety can we think about development." Fang Ziye still adheres to his philosophy.

“Master, in clinical practice, there are too many professors who only show three-tenths of their skills to make a living, keep six-tenths of their skills to protect themselves, and never show the remaining one-tenth.”

Many highly skilled professors, due to reasons such as "competition," "suppression," and "doctor-patient relations" within their departments, have eliminated some surgeries that could have been performed.

Not doing it, being unwilling to do it, or daring to do it means prioritizing stability.

At this point, one must be able to endure loneliness. This is a path that Zhongnan Hospital must take. There are no shortcuts, not even if Fang Ziye were there.

A team that's not cohesive isn't a team; it's a lousy team.

This is also the fundamental reason why Fang Ziye chose to hand over part of the research to other hospitals after careful consideration.

"During my time abroad, I learned a lot, and I've recently been working on improving the atmosphere of our entire research group."

"I was too careless before."

"Professor Deng's suggestion that I go abroad was really for our own good."

“Otherwise, our group’s problems will all have to be addressed by others, which would be too reliant on them,” Yuan Weihong said, turning the subject to a more serious tone.

"Master, we must be careful."

“Take a look at Professor Han.”

“If we remain unknown our whole lives, no one will pay attention to us, but if we want to develop, any flaw in us can be fatal.”

“The more bloated a team is, the more likely it is to have various loopholes. Our large team is actually relatively small in number right now,” Fang Ziye replied.

You don't have to experience it yourself to learn the real lessons.

One essential skill for reading is understanding the fundamental problem-solving methods through examples.

With so many precedents happening around him, Fang Ziye had to be cautious.

“Ziye, you haven’t been to any labs lately, except for the training room. What have you been doing the rest of the time?” Yuan Weihong suddenly asked.

Clearly, he knew Fang Ziye's whereabouts perfectly.

Fang Ziye had only been back for a week. He had surgeries on Tuesdays and Fridays. After each surgery, he would go to the practice room, and he also had outpatient clinics on Saturdays.

But Yuan Weihong had no idea where Fang Ziye went on Wednesday and Thursday.

“Master, Han City is very big, so I just went out for a walk. Before that, I spent so much time studying, writing articles, practicing martial arts, and learning surgery.”

"Now I've finally made it through. The team performs a lot of surgeries, so I don't need to do consultation surgeries to increase my surgical volume and improve my skills."

"My income is pretty good right now, so I've just been doing this casually," Fang Ziye said with a smile.

"The atmosphere in the sanatorium is also quite oppressive."

Yuan Weihong felt a pang of sympathy upon hearing this.

“Ziye, growing up is painful, and growing up without the support and guidance of adults will inevitably be more painful.”

"Professional growth and personal growth experience have a lot in common."

"But the path that your master and Teacher Deng can guide you on is ultimately limited. The path that anyone can guide you on is ultimately limited, and one day you will need to go out and make your own way." Yuan Weihong's tone was apologetic.

In fact, Yuan Weihong wanted to express that the current hospital and department are holding Fang Ziye back.

"Master, there are advantages to going slowly."

"If you walk too fast, you won't be able to appreciate the scenery along the way. If you walk slower, you'll find that there are many beautiful people and things around you."

"For example, I recently discovered that Junior Brother Qiao Fei is a very good person."

“For example, Du Qiaogui, a second-year master’s student in an academic program, is actually very talented.”

“He’s slightly better than Ning Zhengyang,” Fang Ziye said without hesitation.

Ning Zhengyang was Yuan Weihong's student and Fang Ziye's junior fellow student.

“Ning Zhengyang is alright, nothing special. He just doesn’t stand out in any particular area,” Yuan Weihong replied.

"Oh, by the way, Ziye, last Friday our hospital's pathology department was giving us feedback again, saying that we always don't send enough pathology specimens for surgery."

"This is the umpteenth time the pathology department has brought it up."

"Not enough specimens? What do you mean?" Fang Ziye's eyes flashed immediately.

"According to Professor Cao Qun from the Department of Pathology, since May of this year, our Department of Bone Diseases has been providing fewer and fewer slide specimens to the Department of Pathology."

"The pathology department has to be extremely careful every time they prepare specimens for the orthopedics department. They also said that although Director Du and his team need to conduct tests and research on the excised pathology specimens, they also need to ensure that the pathology department can function normally!"

"However, we're not professors in the Department of Orthopedics, so it's not really appropriate for us to say much." Yuan Weihong remained calm, observing the situation without offering any opinions.

"Perhaps Director Du also wants to create a new bone tumor system," Fang Ziye guessed.

The Department of Bone Diseases is the same as the Department of Bone Tumors. Every professor in the Department of Bone Tumors with a "vision" wants to create a new Bone Tumor Department, especially one that has not yet been developed in the market.

Once completed, it will fill a gap in the scientific research community, and its scientific achievements will be very significant.

"However, there is a problem here. The pathology department said that Director Du and his team did not send enough specimens. Isn't Director Du afraid that the pathology department might make mistakes in the pathological examination?"

"Surely the tumor tissue sent wouldn't only be enough to make one or two specimens?" Fang Ziye tilted his head, pointing out the loophole in the statement.

"I don't know either. At the weekly meeting, such a small matter would certainly not cause an argument."

“According to conventional thinking, Director Du and his team of orthopedic specialists would prefer the pathology department to make the most accurate diagnosis so that they can prescribe the right treatment.” Yuan Weihong also found it strange.

"Master, I'll go find Director Du for some melon later," Fang Ziye said with a smile.

"You still went to see Director Du?" Yuan Weihong looked Fang Ziye up and down, his tone strange.

You just arrived at Zhongnan Hospital and you've already criticized all the professors in the Department of Orthopedics. Now you want to go find him and watch the drama unfold?

“Master, I’m going to see Director Du. Director Du will definitely welcome me.” Fang Ziye was exceptionally confident.

Professor Du and others may find Fang Ziye annoying, but they will definitely acknowledge Fang Ziye's abilities and will not really develop a huge grudge against him.

On the contrary, Du Yingshan and others were also aware of the current situation of trauma surgery. Relying on the high level of expertise in orthopedics, they were willing to bring Fang Ziye down to the orthopedics department to conduct research together.

(End of this chapter)