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Chapter 686 Deputy Director of the Sanatorium! ~ (First update, please subscribe)
Exhausted is a very good idiom.

Unfortunately, Fang Ziye was only exhausted, not completely worn out. After getting up, he spent some more time cuddling and groping Luo Tingzhu before finally getting ready to leave.

I immediately asked my mentors, Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong, for leave.

Today is the last day of the National Day holiday, and it's evening now. Fang Ziye can't guarantee that Chen Song's condition has returned to calm, so he can't rush to Han City immediately.

The leave request had barely been sent when Deng Yong called, his voice dripping with complaints: "Ziye, what on earth have you been up to lately?"

"Are you unwilling to attend your master's wedding, or are you unwilling to pay for your victory celebration?"

"That bastard Liu Huanglong has already swaggered around the department organizing four parties!"

It is a great honor for someone from Zhongnan Hospital to receive the National Natural Science Award. Historically, very few people have received such an honor.

Compared to Deng Yong's impending promotion to the head of the orthopedics department, it is clear that the Natural Science Award is far more prestigious.

The administrative director of a hospital specialty is a permanent position, and the National Science Fund for Distinguished Young Scholars and National Science Fund for Excellent Young Scholars are awarded every few years, but winning the National Natural Science Award depends entirely on chance.

The key issue is that Deng Yong is not without subordinates who can rival Liu Huanglong, but the main character, Fang Ziye, has yet to make an appearance, making it difficult for Deng Yong, who is even more complacent, to get going.

It's incredibly uncomfortable to watch others show off when you can't do it yourself.

“Master, the journey is not over yet. I will definitely come back as soon as possible in a couple of days.”

"I've already given instructions to Professor Yuan; all surgeries for our group's patients will be properly arranged," Fang Ziye replied.

Chen Song himself didn't tell Deng Yong about his impending doom, and Fang Ziye wouldn't have intervened.

"Postponing the surgery is easy to arrange, the problem is that the Miyako family and the professor are starting work tomorrow!"

"It's such a prestigious induction ceremony for senior professors, and you, Fang Ziye, were completely absent. It's not a good look to people say that way."

“People who don’t know the situation might think you’re arrogant.” Deng Yong brought the topic up directly.

Speaking of which, Fang Ziye almost forgot about receiving the award while traveling from Han City to Kyoto and being busy with Chen Song's emergency treatment in recent days.

Not to mention the internal affairs of Zhongnan Hospital.

"Master, I'll call Professor Gong later and explain in detail. Please put in a good word for me." Fang Ziye could only flatter and ingratiate himself.

"I have something urgent to attend to, so I'll hang up now. Thank you for your help, Master."

“Hey…” Deng Yong clearly had more to say, but Fang Ziye had already unilaterally hung up the call.

……

At the entrance of the sanatorium, darkness fell and a mountain breeze blew.

After Fang Ziye went out, he saw Chen Xixian, who had changed into a red dress, chatting and laughing with her mother Zhong Ling at the entrance of the sanatorium's clinical area.

The two were seeing someone off, presumably a relative or friend of Chen Song from Enshi who was visiting.

After the other party drove away, Chen Xixian, who had already spotted Fang Ziye, pointed in Fang Ziye's direction and stood on tiptoe beside his mother, saying something.

Compared to Chen Xixian, who also has a great figure and a slightly chubby face, Zhong Ling's figure and temperament are noticeably more charming. She gracefully moved towards Fang Ziye.

As Zhong Ling's face gradually became clearer, Fang Ziye noticed the age spots on the face of the slender woman in the woolen coat.

"Dr. Fang, you're awake too."

“My father-in-law has only recently woken up. Professor Wang Qishan and Professor Tan, among others, had previously instructed that Professor Fang, you could visit him after you wake up.” Zhong Ling’s tone was generous and warm, without any formality or restraint, and she didn’t stand on ceremony with Fang Ziye.

"Hello, Mr. Zhong, this is Chen Xixian." Fang Ziye nodded to the two men.

"How is Dean Chen doing now?"

Chen Xixian hurriedly said, "My grandfather himself said he was doing quite well. My father and Professor Wang Qishan also took his pulse and said that his current condition is relatively stable, but he is very weak."

“But my grandfather’s speech is a little slurred, and his legs have suddenly become weak.”

"Let me take you to see Dr. Fang," Chen Xixian said, leading Fang Ziye inside.

“Dr. Fang hasn’t had dinner yet,” Zhong Ling interjected. “Your grandfather’s condition is relatively stable right now, and your father and the others haven’t called. Let Dr. Fang have dinner first before he goes.”

Traditional Chinese customs emphasize that eating is of utmost importance; one should never die a starving ghost. Only in special circumstances should one act expediently.

"Mom, I'll take Dr. Fang to the cafeteria first."

“Third Uncle and the others will be here soon, so please wait here for a while longer…” Chen Xixian volunteered.

“Okay, go ahead.” Zhong Ling nodded.

Although Chen Song's incident did not alarm his other friends, his relatives and friends in Enshi held Chen Song, the "Old Dragon" of the Chen family's direct line, in the highest esteem.

They come to visit every few days!
As the saying goes, poverty brings a hundred sorrows, while wealth brings distant relatives. Although the Chen-Song branch has only had one son per generation for three generations, its influence within the family is not low, and there are quite a few people who frequently come to visit and 'want to fulfill their filial duties'.

Such social interactions, if not excessive among clan members, are neither easy to break off nor should they be.

……

"Dr. Fang, I knew that calling you back would be helpful in my grandfather's treatment."

“My father and the others said before that we shouldn’t bother you, Dr. Fang, unless it’s absolutely necessary,” Chen Xixian said, chattering as she walked with Fang Ziye toward the cafeteria.

She was noticeably more enthusiastic towards Fang Ziye than when they had met before.

"During Dean Chen's rescue this time, there were many professors and experts. Even if I hadn't come back, Dean Chen would have been safe and sound."

"I'm going to eat first. Chen Xixian, do you want to eat too?" Fang Ziye replied casually and readily.

Fang Ziye and Chen Xixian were not very familiar with each other. In Fang Ziye's view, Chen Xixian was aloof yet approachable, elegant but not extravagant, unpretentious and genuine.

Even during this rescue, Chen Xixian was very self-aware and clearly understood her own role: a caged bird who just wanted to live a life of leisure and keep the elderly happy.

She was just Chen Song's granddaughter, Chen Guangbai's daughter, a nobody in the rescue process...

A person with such self-awareness is also someone who lives a relatively enlightened life and has their own philosophy of life, proving that Chen Guangbai and others did a very good job of educating her.

"I've already eaten!"

Chen Xixian shook his head and then began to list: "I admit that the professors my father and grandfather invited this time are the top experts in the country, but Dr. Fang, your level is definitely no less than theirs."

"The most important thing is that there is too big an age gap between me and them. Even if I want to chat or ask some questions, they won't tell me the truth."

"And in the nursing home, the only person of similar age who can thoroughly understand my grandfather's basic situation and with whom we can have a good chat is you, Dr. Fang."

"Besides, you are Sister Tingzhu's husband, so of course I would be even happier for you to participate in the rescue."

Chen Xixian accompanied Fang Ziye to get his meal, without any restraint throughout. Her gaze was calm and she did not shy away. "Dr. Fang, is there any possibility that my grandfather's condition will fluctuate further?"

After ordering a few dishes with his tray in hand, Fang Ziye shook his head again: "Chen Xixian, you've really come to the wrong person to ask me these questions."

“From the very beginning, I have said that, according to the concept of modern medicine, everything that Dean Chen has recently encountered is an accident.”

“But from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, all of this is within expectations, so you should ask your father about the prognosis.”

"Let me talk about it after I see Dean Chen."

"You really don't plan to eat anything? You're just going to watch me eat?" Fang Ziye retorted.

Chen Xixian then realized it was impolite to watch someone eat, so when Fang Ziye turned back to find a place to eat, she excused herself and said, "I'll go see my grandfather first and tell my dad and the others that you're coming over soon."

Chen Xixian's greatest strength is that he has no bad habits; apart from that, he doesn't seem to have any other outstanding qualities.

But the fact that it has no bad habits is its greatest strength.

With the wealth that Chen Song and Chen Guangxia gave Chen Xixian, no matter how much trouble she causes, she will never have to worry about financial difficulties in this lifetime.

Watching Chen Xixian leave, Fang Ziye remained calm, without any fleeting thoughts or fantasies about what would happen if he married her.

This stems from Fang Ziye's current economic foundation and corresponding professional achievements, which ensure that Fang Ziye will not be troubled by worldly financial difficulties in the future.

……

“Fang… Fangzi… Ye.” Chen Song’s tongue trembled slightly.

When Fang Ziye entered the courtyard of Chen Song's clinic again, most of the machines on Chen Song had been removed, leaving only the electrocardiogram monitor and oxygen concentrator. There were also instruments to assist with functional exercises, but all the instruments were kept in the clinic as backup, ready to be turned on at any time.

"Dean Chen, you've just woken up, so please speak less and rest more."

“Now is not the time for you to do functional exercises.” Fang Ziye quickly stepped forward and grasped Chen Song’s outstretched hands.

As their hands clasped together, Fang Ziye could clearly feel Chen Song's muscles suddenly relax, as if they had lost their original muscle tension and become limp.

Chen Guangbai had also rested, and the redness in his eyes had disappeared, but the dark circles under his eyes had not faded: "Dr. Fang, Professor Wang, Professor Deng, and I have all taken my father's pulse. The current pulse only shows liver and kidney yin deficiency, and the previous death pulse has disappeared."

"In addition, Professor Tan from the Department of Anesthesiology, Professor Zou and Professor Yang Fenggen from the Department of Cardiology, and Professor Bi Weiqing from the Department of Neurosurgery all said that my father's current condition is stable."

"Does Professor Fang have any other thoughts?"

Chen Song's life was saved after many twists and turns.

Therefore, now that he saw a glimmer of hope for survival, Chen Guangbai still wanted to be even more cautious, so he asked Fang Ziye to reassess him as soon as he saw him.

Since Fang Ziye had already gone to so much trouble, there was no need to be overly polite.

Fang Ziye did not reply, but instead meticulously reviewed Chen Song's various test results again.

More than twenty minutes passed, and Fang Ziye frowned deeply: "It really is an unexplained neurological degeneration, muscle weakness, and a significant decrease in muscle tone and contractility."

"Even the nerve conduction speed has dropped to one-third of what it used to be."

"No obvious focal lesions were seen on the MRI, and it is estimated that no special problems will be detected by biopsy."

"This is weird."

In modern medicine, this is called acquired myasthenia gravis, and the cause is unknown.

Regarding this symptom, Professor Duchamp, who was temporarily invited to the ICU and had previously worked there, said, "Professor Fang, indeed, there are quite a few similar cases in the ICU."

"However, the pathogenesis of these patients is slightly different from that of Director Chen. The course of their illness is often prolonged, while Director Chen's illness only lasts about four days!"

"Modern medicine's understanding of acquired myasthenia gravis is not precise enough."

"One more thing, currently, Dean Chen's pancreatic function has been inexplicably impaired. After various tests from this morning until now, he has suddenly been diagnosed with diabetes!"

Professor Du Shang comes from Zhongnan Hospital, whose ICU is among the best in the country, and he is a top professor in intensive care.

His ability to possess such skills demonstrates his exceptional understanding of the disease progression and underlying mechanisms in critically ill patients.

However, Chen Song has now been diagnosed with two chronic diseases, "muscular dystrophy" and "diabetes," in a short period of time, but the cause has not been identified.

Fang Ziye also shook his head, a bitter smile on his lips: "Professor Du, I can't answer this question either."

"The best approach right now is to treat the symptoms and deal with each situation as it arises!"

"What do you think, Dr. Chen and Professor Wang?" Fang Ziye asked.

Myasthenia gravis and diabetes are not fatal in themselves; the real danger lies in the sequelae and complications of these two chronic diseases.

But that's all in the future; recuperation is something for the rest of my life.

Given Chen Song's current physical age, his remaining life is certainly not very long, so it's not a point of particular concern for everyone.

Medicine has too many unsolved mysteries and bizarre phenomena!
Oddities that benefit humanity are called miracles, while those that harm humanity can only be slowly dismantled.

……

A group of people have once again confirmed, using both modern and traditional Chinese medicine, that Chen Song's current vital signs are stable!
Chen Guangbai then saw off Tan Mengbai and the other invited professors to go and rest.

Inside, only Yang Fenggen, Li Yongjun, Qu Tangwei, Fang Ziye, and other doctors from the sanatorium remained.

Chen Song had difficulty speaking and was also not very mobile, so before Fang Ziye arrived, he made the necessary preparations by dictating some administrative arrangements to Chen Guangbai.

After Director Song Libo and Chen Song exchanged a glance, Chen Song nodded, and then Director Song Libo took out a notebook and said, "The heads of all the specialties in our institute have basically arrived."

"Now I will announce Dean Chen's division of responsibilities and tasks for the clinical area of ​​the sanatorium."

"First, Professor Wang Qishan of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is proposed to be the Dean, Professor Li Yongjun of the Department of Surgery, Director Song Libo of the Department of Logistics, Professor Yang Fenggen of the Department of Internal Medicine, and Professor Fang Ziye will be appointed as Vice Deans!"

"They are each in charge of their respective areas, including internal medicine, surgery, logistics, traditional Chinese medicine, clinical research, and interdisciplinary integration."

Fang Ziye was taken aback upon hearing this.

He quickly raised his head and said, "Dean Chen, I don't work at the sanatorium anymore."

"You assigned me this position, isn't that just holding a position without doing any work?"

Chen Song shook his head, signaling Song Libo to continue: "The Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine will also be reorganized according to different schools of thought. Chen Guangbai will take charge of the acupuncture group, and Professor Wang Qishan, Professor Deng Huai, and others will each specialize in their respective schools of thought, such as the Fire God School and the Spleen and Stomach School, and cooperate with each other."

"Professor Fang Ziye serves as a liaison between traditional Chinese medicine and modern medicine."

"Strengthen collaboration among the internal medicine, surgery, traditional Chinese medicine, anesthesiology, and laboratory departments of the sanatorium, and establish a new type of multidisciplinary joint consultation team (MD), with Professor Fang Ziye of the Department of Surgery as the team leader and the vice presidents as deputy team leaders!"

"The joint consultation team conducts joint diagnosis and treatment of patients with difficult and complicated diseases in the hospital on a monthly and quarterly basis according to the actual situation."

"In addition, Professor Fang Ziye's salary has been raised to the level of a full professor, and his monthly allowance and subsidies have been increased to the level of a full professor..."

Director Song Libo rattled off a whole bunch of things.

There are many regulations related to Fang Ziye, but most of them concern job assignments and specific benefits.

With Chen Song stepping down and Chen Guangbai entering a sanatorium, others also had some room for promotion.

"Do any of the group leaders have any objections to this?" Song Libo asked, looking at everyone.

Everyone shook their heads.

Then he looked at Fang Ziye and applauded, both to congratulate Fang Ziye on his promotion and raise, and to express his respect for Fang Ziye's outstanding performance during the previous rescue...

"Let's leave it at that for now. Dean Chen needs further rest."

"Starting tomorrow, all groups in the sanatorium will continue to carry out their work as usual. Group leaders and subgroup leaders should go back and arrange their respective group affairs."

"Professor Fang, why don't you stay and continue talking with Dean Chen?" After saying this, Song Libo left Chen Song's room.

The rest of the people quickly moved away.

There were still professors on duty in the clinic, so they could go back to handle their group's internal affairs and the cases they were about to see.

"Dean Chen, how are you feeling? Do you want to rest a little longer?" In the consultation room, only Fang Ziye, Chen Xixian, and Chen Song remained.

Chen Song shook his head, while giving Fang Ziye a thumbs up!
Chen Song slowed down his pace of speech, but was still able to express himself clearly and slowly: "Professor Fang, you are excellent."

"Having experienced life and death myself this time, I've come to understand a certain truth!"

Ultimately, all medicine can be broken down into various medical approaches to different diseases.

"For example, in modern medicine, internal medicine and surgery have never been separated, and modern medicine and traditional Chinese medicine can also be integrated."

"It just requires working together in the right way and at the right pace."

Ultimately, the paths of modern medicine and traditional Chinese medicine are not entirely divergent; they simply have different theoretical foundations, but perhaps their ultimate goals share common ground...

Fang Ziye listened patiently, then nodded and replied, "Dean Chen, I have also had many feelings these past few days."

"If it were me in the past, I might not have been able to fully understand what you are saying now, but I now feel that modern medicine and traditional Chinese medicine may indeed be able to join forces and forge a new path."

"However, I personally still feel that we should not use modern medicine to forcibly restructure traditional Chinese medicine, nor should we use traditional Chinese medicine to impose a metaphysical framework on modern medicine!"

"After experiencing some of the suggestions you made to me before, I also feel that some of them are not quite right."

"Some treatments used in modern medicine should not be considered part of traditional Chinese medicine!"

This time, Chen Song did not argue, but simply smiled at Fang Ziye.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xixian, who happened to be the mediator between Fang Ziye and Chen Song, smiled and said, "Dr. Fang, my grandfather gave me some instructions before the holiday, and now it's time to say them."

"Grandpa, right?"

(End of this chapter)