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Chapter 674 Functional Restoration Technique! (Please Subscribe)

Upon hearing this, Du Xinzhan's brows furrowed instantly. He was not Deng Yong; their positions were different, so Du Xinzhan's stance was also different: "Fang Ziye, what exactly did you come into contact with at the sanatorium?"

"You dare to talk about time travel?" Du Xinzhan was not fooled by Fang Ziye's words, nor did he have any intention of getting out of the situation. At this moment, his expression was quite mocking.

As the chief administrative officer of the Department of Orthopedics at Zhongnan Hospital, he holds a prominent position in the orthopedic community throughout Hubei Province.

Du Xinzhan's status in the underworld is even higher than Deng Yong's. However, the fact that Du Xinzhan rarely gets involved in Fang Ziye's world does not mean that he does not exist.

Fang Ziye shook his head and said, "Teacher Du, I don't know what I've been exposed to. Perhaps my knowledge is not as good as yours."

"It's just a bold statement, nothing more than whining without cause."

Fang Ziye quickly admitted defeat, realizing he had mistaken the person he was lamenting about.

Du Xinzhan was not his teacher, so he was not someone he should confide in.

Du Xinzhan still offered a word of advice: "Fang Ziye, I admit you are very talented and may have seen some things, but don't let your limited perspective and knowledge cloud your judgment in what you should be doing."

"And what you can do."

Du Xinzhan drew two circles on the table with the index finger of his right hand, one large circle and one small circle.

Du Xinzhan then pointed to the small circle: "This is the circle that will always follow you and revolve around you at all times."

"As for the gaps in your knowledge base outside your circle, you don't need to worry about them. Understand?"

The idiom "ambitious but incompetent" means that one sets very high standards for oneself, but in reality, one cannot meet them.

"In any situation, as long as these two conditions are met, it can be described as having high aspirations but low abilities."

Du Xinzhan is a discerning person.

After saying that, Du Xinzhan moved his finger outward again: "Look here, the person is here, the boundary of the circle centered on himself is here, which is also a case of being all talk and no action."

"In this situation, you only have two choices: either move your current central position or expand the radius of your central circle!"

"There is no third way. The principle you are trying to explain is actually that simple."

Du Xinzhan suddenly laughed. He took off his glasses, revealing deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, making him look like a calcification that suddenly appeared on a CT scan.

A middle-aged man behind a mahogany desk was stirring a purple clay teacup with a white teaspoon, the tea rippled with an amber hue in the warm light of the desk lamp.

Du Xinzhan's silver-rimmed glasses slid down to the tip of his nose. As his gaze swept over him through the lenses, Fang Ziye suddenly remembered the laser positioning device in the dissection room, and the chilling feeling of being precisely cut.

Fang Ziye did not have much contact with Du Xinzhan, nor did he interact with him deeply, but Fang Ziye never doubted Professor Du Xinzhan's ability and strength.

Everyone has their own unique understanding of the world, and these understandings are all correct.

Du Xinzhan's words suddenly gave Fang Ziye a sense of enlightenment. The emptiness he had been feeling lately was actually a feeling of powerlessness, but he hadn't realized it yet.

According to the philosophy learned in political class, it means that they simply did not find their own "position".

"Thank you for your guidance, Professor Du," Fang Ziye replied.

"Yes, Ziye, thank you for taking care of my relative's matter."

"Keep your mind pure and don't let your thoughts wander too much."

"A doctor's heart is what matters." Du Xinzhan said again, which can be considered as bringing up the previous topic.

Du Xinzhan had suspected Fang Ziye, but it seems that this matter may have nothing to do with Fang Ziye.

Furthermore, if it really is related to Fang Ziye, then Du Xinzhan will only be more wary. He is not trying to find fault with Fang Ziye, but to figure out what Fang Ziye is up to.

Fang Ziye did not reply.

The phrase "the heart of a doctor" is very simple, but it is constantly evolving.

Long ago, Fang Ziye only thought about using his skills to treat more patients and alleviate their suffering. Even just by researching information to reduce their suffering during hospitalization, he would feel very happy!
However, as Fang Ziye's own abilities improved, his happiness and true self shifted.

Later, Fang Ziye felt that through his work, he could help some people who should have had their limbs amputated to keep their limbs, and seeing their smiles made him very happy.

Later, after experiencing more events and patients, Fang Ziye lost his initial enthusiasm and began to reflect on the meaning of "the true heart of a doctor".

Of course, Fang Ziye has now found his direction and has begun to quietly move towards it.

After saying goodbye to Du Xinzhan, Fang Ziye walked out...

As Yuan Weihong paced back and forth at the fire escape entrance, the blue light from his phone screen cast a flickering shadow on his chin.

Hearing footsteps, Yuan Weihong turned around abruptly, his head hitting the green emergency exit sign with a loud thud that was particularly jarring in the quiet corridor.

“Master.” Fang Ziye reached out to help, but Yuan Weihong grabbed his wrist. His fingers, which had been holding surgical forceps for years, were like steel hoops, and Fang Ziye could clearly feel the dampness in his palm.

"Ziye, are you alright?" Yuan Weihong asked in a low voice. The collar of his white coat was rolled up, revealing a wrinkled plaid shirt underneath.

Fang Ziye shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the dark circles under Yuan Weihong's eyes. The overhead light in the corridor suddenly flickered twice, casting eerie spots of light on the two men's faces as the green escape signs appeared.

Yuan Weihong was waiting for him at the door. Moreover, fearing that something might happen to Fang Ziye, Yuan Weihong also called Deng Yong over, just in case.

Fang Ziye also saw that Master Deng Yong had already left through the fire escape.

If Deng Yong cannot resolve the issue, he might seek help from Professors Xiong Zhizhang and Li Guohua.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Master, I'm sorry to have troubled you again."

"However, according to the information I received, my visit to Associate Professor Dou Xinyuan today to inquire about the pathology department was purely accidental."

"Because it wasn't just our hospital's pathology department that was raided; some pathology departments at the provincial people's hospital, some in prefecture-level cities, and even some in other provinces were also raided."

"The results were largely the same."

“Going back this far, this matter has existed for at least this long.” Fang Ziye made a cross with his hands.
Some things didn't just appear because Fang Ziye went to watch the drama unfold; they were already there, but they just hadn't been discovered or exposed.

Just like twenty years ago, corruption was rampant in the medical industry. No matter how much you try to cover it up, you can't erase the fact that this period truly existed!
"Let's go back to the office and talk."

"Since you've received the news, others must also have relevant information."

"It's not your fault." Yuan Weihong put his arm around Fang Ziye and walked upstairs.

Seeing that nothing had happened, Deng Yong didn't blame Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong for not informing him. After yawning, he decided to go back and catch up on his sleep.

After arriving at the head of the trauma surgery department's office, Yuan Weihong watched Fang Ziye make tea and said, "I originally planned to have drinks with a friend from the Health Commission tonight."

"He had only just mentioned some key information when I received a call to come to the hospital. I hadn't even heard the whole thing yet."

"Ziye, what's wrong with you? How did you get involved with those leaders of the National Health Commission?"

“The leadership of the Hubei Provincial Health Commission was just replaced this year, and my friend said that your name has been mentioned several times.”

"It's a pity that your file isn't currently in the province; otherwise, you would definitely receive more honors."

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "Master, when I went to Enshi to work in the countryside before, didn't I happen to save a teacher?"

"Perhaps he helped me out of the open or in the shadows."

Fang Ziye dared not tell Yuan Weihong about his relationship with the Xie family, for fear of scaring Yuan Weihong.

The intense conflict between Fang Ziye and Xie Shulan has now passed. Fang Ziye has stopped attacking, and Xie Shulan's grandfather and father have stopped harming Fang Ziye.

Of course, although the other party had invited Fang Ziye to cooperate with Xie Shulan, Fang Ziye simply couldn't agree to such a thing.

The reply to Master Xie was that Xie Shulan needed to figure it out himself. If he could figure it out, he could; if not, he would have to experience it for himself.

Those articles wouldn't ruin her reputation; at most, they would cause her serious damage.

Ultimately, it was Old Master Xie who was in the wrong first. Fang Ziye had the nursing home as guarantor, so there have been no further developments so far.

"Local officials are more powerful than distant ones. Being able to build a good relationship with the leaders of the Provincial Health Commission will greatly benefit your future development."

"Otherwise, it will become a hindrance."

"If your current boss appreciates you, then those people you offended before won't be able to cause any trouble."

"However, your master has been under a lot of pressure lately. He has been receiving calls from all sides and all walks of life, all wanting him to arrange beds and surgeries. Your master is almost unable to cope."

"What do you suggest we do?" Yuan Weihong asked.

Fang Ziye was taken aback: "Master, the cases for functional reconstruction surgery haven't been completed yet?"

Logically speaking, the routine research and development of functional reconstruction surgery has been underway for a year and a half since last year, and many hospitals are gradually carrying it out.

Why are people still putting pressure on Yuan Weihong?

"Being able to do something and doing it very well are two different things."

“People who are not short of money would want to go to any hospital in the world that has good medical resources.”

"People who are extremely rich or extremely powerful only think about two things."

“One is immortality, the other is health and freedom from illness. It’s a very generous sacrifice.” As Yuan Weihong spoke, he handed the photo to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye saw the bright red cash.

"Hey, Ziye, you haven't received any calls or text messages like this before?" Yuan Weihong asked suspiciously.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "No, Master."

"That's strange. How could you not have received similar calls?" Yuan Weihong's expression was rather unpleasant.

Fang Ziye explained in a low voice, "Perhaps it's because I asked someone for help before."

Fang Ziye's phone had been ringing off the hook before, forcing him to temporarily change his phone.

However, after listening to the advice, Fang Ziye made a call to an old man who had told him to call him if he needed help.

Since then, Fang Ziye has almost never received any harassing calls; all of them are legitimate. "Oh, okay, I'll see if I can get someone to make one of those," Yuan Weihong said, genuinely envious of Fang Ziye.

It was only today that he fully understood the pressure Liu Huanglong faced in the Department of Trauma Surgery last year. At that time, only Zhongnan Hospital in Hubei Province could perform relatively perfect functional reconstruction surgery, so the pressure must have been much greater.

“We have also admitted some patients to our VIP ward, so there may be some patients transferred to our department later,” Yuan Weihong said.

“Master, I am not against the rich, nor am I against the powerful.”

"It would be better if medical resources were relatively fair and equitable. For example, right now, in the ward, I see some patients who come from average families but are lucky enough to have their surgeries scheduled."

“This is fine,” Fang Ziye explained.

Fang Ziye can perform surgery, and at most he can perform two or three functional reconstruction surgeries per surgery day. Nowadays, he no longer needs to personally perform limb-sparing surgeries for ruptured limbs.

The workload is not large.

Fang Ziye simply didn't want to be a puppet or 'pet' controlled by others!
"The ideal is good, but in reality, there are a great many patients with functional impairments."

“This gap, if it doesn’t take ten or even more than ten years to digest, it simply can’t be digested,” Yuan Weihong replied.

"Even now, it's impossible to be completely fair. For example, if some other colleagues in the hospital want to reserve a bed for their relatives and ask you to add them to the list, wouldn't you still have to comply?"

“They were queuing, but they were still cutting in line in a roundabout way. It’s just that the time it took to cut in was different.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye smiled and said, "Master, since we're going to be doing favors anyway, why don't we do it ourselves?"

"We are working overtime to see patients."

Yuan Weihong suddenly said mysteriously, "Since you came back, the number of patients undergoing hand surgery for functional reconstruction has decreased by at least 70 percent compared to before."

"Liu Huanglong recently lost his temper in private."

Fang Ziye looked around and, seeing that no one was around, joked, "Then you'll have to practice cooking more."

"Go to hell." Yuan Weihong laughed along.

What constitutes status and reputation in the martial arts world? Recent events have clearly demonstrated the difference between these two concepts.

Liu Huanglong worked at Zhongnan Hospital for over a year and re-entered the top circle of hand surgery in Hubei Province, but he still couldn't compare to Fang Ziye's name.

Because most people who have a very detailed understanding of functional reconstruction techniques know of Fang Ziye's existence, Fang Ziye's name is engraved there, and it is a mountain that Liu Huanglong can never get around.

This is the benefit of creating original content; people trust Fang Ziye more.

Of course, it's also about trusting the right people.

"Master, what would you like to eat tonight?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Is it really okay?"

"It's okay."

"Is it alright? Last Thursday at 3:20 PM, you chatted with Dou Xinyuan for 27 minutes in the pathology specimen room?" Yuan Weihong had prepared many detailed questions as well.

"Professor Dou had something to discuss with me."

……

A day later, Fang Ziye still felt extremely tired after a day of surgery.

While being skilled in surgery is important, it only makes the surgery faster, not reduces the overall workload. It simply means completing the work in a shorter amount of time.

The physical and mental exertion is predetermined; it's just that the current method doesn't require as much mental exertion.

After the surgery, Fang Ziye, as usual, led his team back to the ward. He glanced at the post-operative patients and, seeing that they were all in good condition, left the ward while squeezing out hand sanitizer.

He tilted his head and said, "Yuanpei, take note of these surgeries today. They went relatively well. If their condition is good, we can start functional exercises the day after tomorrow, which is Thursday."

"Discharged next Monday."

Li Yuanpei was used to it. This morning, Fang Ziye had sent several patients home, and the empty beds were immediately filled again. "You're the boss, of course we'll listen to you. Even your master listens to you."

"Want to go out for dinner together tonight?" Li Yuanpei suggested.

“Sure, you call people, I’ll pay. Don’t bring any alcohol, I have a video conference tonight.” Fang Ziye was very generous.

"Thank you, Boss Fang." Li Yuanpei was very happy.

Is it not good to have someone treat you to a meal?
Just then, Fang Ziye's phone rang.

"I'm going to call for help." Li Yuanpei immediately made his escape.

Fang Ziye picked it up, glanced at it, and said with a smile, "Teacher Liu."

Liu Huanglong's tone was rather conflicted: "Ziye, could you do me a favor and come to our department to perform a few surgeries tomorrow?"

"Oh? Professor Liu? You don't need to invite me to perform the surgery, do you?" Fang Ziye did not refuse.

"That's right, Ziye, didn't you remind me last time that for simple functional reconstruction of the obturator nerve, a large incision should be chosen?"

"I was just curious and wondered what would happen if I made a small incision, and what the difficulties would be."

"I studied it for a long time before I finally started the procedure at the end of August, and then I barely managed to get off the stage. The patient's recovery is not very good now, so I've decided to go back for a second time..."

Fang Ziye coughed several times after hearing this: "No? Teacher Liu, I even called you specifically!"

Why are you so curious about this?

Fang Ziye used to think that simple functional reconstruction of the obturator nerve was relatively simple, but after performing one case in the sanatorium, he almost suffered excruciating pain.

So, immediately after it was over, he decided to work for Big Mouth in the future, and he also called Liu Huanglong right away.

“You should have just not made that call. You have to take responsibility,” Liu Huanglong said resentfully.

Fang Ziye: "..."

"Okay, I'll come and take a look."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye said, "Damn thirst for knowledge and competitive spirit..."

However, on another level, Fang Ziye felt quite pleased, as even a genius like Liu Huanglong was now asking him to perform surgery.

This sense of accomplishment cannot be filled by ordinary surgeries or ordinary experiences.

However, Fang Ziye's smugness didn't last long before Chen Xixian sent him a WeChat message.

"Dr. Fang, my grandfather has finally decided to retire. He will retire in October."

“My dad sold all his shares and started to cash out gradually. My mom…”

Fang Ziye's chat interface with Chen Xixian was filled with posts from Miss Chen; he hadn't replied to a single one.

Fang Ziye still did not reply this time.

He simply put his phone away and pretended he hadn't seen it...

By selling his shares and relinquishing his position at this time, Chen Guangbai could be seen as making a graceful exit. If he had stayed, he might have even been imprisoned.

However, one thing that Fang Ziye was particularly curious about was...

Since Chen Song and Chen Guangbai have both decided to retreat, who orchestrated the surprise inspections by the pathology departments of Zhongnan Hospital and the Provincial People's Hospital?
Fang Ziye could not find the answer to this question.

……

The next day.

Hand surgery, operating room.

When Fang Ziye finished his rounds and entered the operating room, Liu Huanglong and the others were already fully equipped with protective gear...

Liu Huanglong's voice came from next door: "The obturator nerve has tied a knot here." Fang Ziye leaned closer to the observation window and saw the nerve bundle, gleaming with a pearly luster under the shadowless lamp, twitching spasmodically under the tip of micro-tweezers.

The moment I pushed open the operating room door, a rush of cold air mixed with the smell of blood hit me.

As Liu Huanglong turned his head, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead through the transparent face shield, leaving dark dots on the green sterile surgical gown of a junior master's student.

“Ziye, come and look at this.” He stepped aside to give up the microscope, and used the tip of his tweezers to pick up a swollen nerve.

As Fang Ziye leaned forward, the tip of his nose almost touched the eyepiece. In his field of vision, pale yellow nerve fibers were twisted into a braided shape, and dark red congestion was faintly visible beneath the outer membrane. This reminded him of the special specimen he had processed in the dissection room last week—the wealthy man whose nerves had degenerated due to long-term hormone injections.

“Prepare the microsurgical scissors.” Fang Ziye reached out, and the circulating nurse precisely slapped the instrument into his palm. The coolness of the tungsten alloy seeped into his skin, and he suddenly noticed the old incision on the patient's inner thigh: a three-centimeter-long, shallow scar tinged with pink, like a dormant volcanic volcano…

"Ziye, the patient's X-rays and medical records are there. Take a look at them first. Although there are no major problems, there are some minor issues."

"Moreover, Ziye, I've recently discovered some other problems in my outpatient clinic," Liu Huanglong said.

Fang Ziye walked towards the film reader: "Teacher Liu, why don't you stop keeping us in suspense?"

"When I'm seeing patients in the outpatient clinic, I've noticed that some of them are patients who have undergone functional reconstruction surgery and are coming back for further consultation," Liu Huanglong said.

"The effect wasn't very good?" Fang Ziye asked, tilting his head.

"Yes, functional reconstruction surgery has been developing for more than a year, and now it is gradually shifting from hospitals at our level to prefecture-level city hospitals. Some prefecture-level city hospitals that consider themselves very strong, such as Minzu University Hospital, are trying and exploring it."

"However, the margin for error varies depending on individual abilities when it comes to trying and exploring."

"Perhaps in the future, our hospitals will not only need to perform functional reconstruction surgeries, but also functional reconstruction revision surgeries. I wonder if patients who have undergone such surgeries will have the opportunity for revision surgery," Liu Huanglong said cautiously.

Fang Ziye lowered the film and looked Liu Huanglong straight in the eye: "Teacher Liu, how effective was the surgery performed at this prefecture-level city hospital?"

Functional reconstruction surgery and limb-sparing surgery for severe injuries both require certain entry thresholds. It's not that you can only do it if you meet the entry thresholds, and meeting the thresholds only means you have the ability to do it, not that you can do it well.

Fang Ziye doesn't have such worries because his basic skills reached level 5 very early on, which provides a very high level of assurance.

(End of this chapter)