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Chapter 689 The Price of Reversing the Past! (Please Subscribe)
Han Yuanxiao smoothed his gray hair, revealing a stubborn tuft of hair sticking up on the right side.

Han Yuanxiao's face was like a crumpled kraft paper bag, with deep, knife-cut nasolabial folds on both sides of his nose that extended all the way to the end of his drooping mouth.

The custom-made navy blue suit still had a crisp shoulder line, and the Hermès belt always had to be poked two extra holes when tucking into the loose waistband. The whites of his eyes were yellowish and cloudy, and his pupils looked like they were covered with frosted glass.

Fang Ziye said, "Teacher Han, you should speak your mind. There's no such thing as an appropriate or inappropriate time."

"This isn't the place to talk. Let's go inside the office and talk." Fang Ziye unlocked the keypad door to the director's office with his fingerprint.

After Yuan Weihong became the administrative director of the Department of Trauma Surgery, he changed the lock to a combination lock with fingerprints. Fang Ziye was the third person to have his fingerprints engraved.

After Han Yuanxiao followed Fang Ziye into the office, he reached out and said, "Ziye, you don't need to make me tea. I'll leave as soon as I finish speaking. I can't sit still at all."

Fang Ziye put down the tea leaves in the drawer, turned around, picked up a disposable cup, poured a glass of water for Han Yuanxiao, and then gestured for Han Yuanxiao to sit in the director's chair.

That used to be Han Yuanxiao's home ground, and Fang Ziye brought over a red rubber-legged stool: "Teacher Han, what's the current situation?"

"Logically, now that you've proven your innocence, this matter should be over, right?"

"Could it be that there's something wrong with the data I gave you?"

"Jinhuan didn't tell me either?"

Han Yuanxiao doesn't pursue the plagiarism of others, so we can't let Han Yuanxiao suffer to death, can we?

Han Yuanxiao took the water glass and put it down, shaking his head vigorously: "Ziye, the data you provided is correct."

"The experiment in my previous paper was very simple in terms of current scientific research technology. It only took six days to get the results."

"The basic data plot is almost identical to my published article, and the weighted difference is within the normal tolerance range. I have also submitted this data to the research integrity department of our hospital and Seoul National University."

"Internal feedback has been given, which is sufficient to prove that there was no plagiarism."

"but?"

"After all, this matter involves some old friends, and it's not so easy to simply prove one's innocence."

"Plus."

"Somehow, the school and the hospital leaked the news privately, saying that my two friends might be involved in academic fraud, and this news even reached the ears of their families."

"Now? They've come knocking on our door, and they've presented even more evidence..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's mind went blank for a moment. After blinking his eyelids a few times, he asked, "Professor Han, did you leave behind any substantial evidence of this?"

Fang Ziye had no way of knowing whether the data sources in Han Yuanxiao's article were authentic.

But as anyone in academia knows, when you publish an article, especially in the early years, you only need to provide the final results and do not need to directly append the original data.

Therefore, Fang Ziye was given some room to maneuver.

The experimental results are only for demonstrating the conclusions, so the resulting images can be fine-tuned and corrected by modifying certain experimental condition parameters.

However, modifying and correcting experimental parameters requires a very deep and fundamental understanding of basic experiments in order to make fine adjustments without changing the original experimental direction.

Only someone like Fang Ziye would have the opportunity to do something like this.

However, if Han Yuanxiao had left behind substantial evidence of being "fed" data back then, Fang Ziye wouldn't know what to do.

Han Yuanxiao continued to shake his head: "It's not that I plagiarized or left any evidence."

"Instead, they said I framed and falsely accused the martyr, and that I'm now 'repudiating' because I want to die so that there will be no way to verify the truth."

"The other party insisted that I plagiarized, but I only knew the original experimental parameters. In fact, I didn't do the experiment."

"I'm completely speechless!"

"After all, the social impact of this matter must be taken into account. Their families have even brought in reporters..."

"They also spoke to me privately."

"Her father probably knew something about us, so he hoped we could let them go, since they're all dead."

"Everyone makes mistakes when they are young."

"The school leaders and college leaders also share this view."

Fang Ziye finally understood; this was an attempt to smooth things over.

It's like mud falling into your crotch; even if it's not poop, it's still poop.

Now, no one will repeat the experiment in that article, for fear that the data will not match up in the end. Twenty years after the article was published, and the person has been dead for sixteen or seventeen years, they will still be accused of "academic misconduct" and have their case retracted.

"Professor Han, what do you mean?" Fang Ziye asked.

Han Yuanxiao's eyes were innocent: "Of course I hope I can prove my innocence. I am innocent."

"If this paper weren't my master's thesis, how much of an impact would it have on me?"

"But?"

Han Yuanxiao felt extremely wronged. A bomb he had never realized years ago had struck him years later.

And it was at the height of his fame.

Actually, if the person Han Yuanxiao plagiarized hadn't had a special status, things would have been much better, and the matter wouldn't have escalated to this point.

In the current situation, although Han Yuanxiao has proven his innocence, it will be difficult for him to completely remove the label he has been given.

Because there are always some things that are hard to explain. For example, you may know the detailed data parameters, but you didn't do it back then, so someone else gave them to you.
You are only repeating it now, which is still plagiarism and another form of academic misconduct.

Fang Ziye took a deep breath, not particularly anxious: "Professor Han, it's obvious that someone is trying to take advantage of the situation and kick me when I'm down! They're not going to let this go."

That's what academic struggles are all about: if you're not clean yourself, you can forget about having a good time.

In fact, Han Yuanxiao himself is not particularly "clean"!
If no one investigates, it will be fine and the matter will be overlooked. But once someone exposes it, it will affect Han Yuanxiao's entire life.

Moral character is actually useless in the context of professional skills, but it's easy to fail but hard to succeed.

Han Yuanxiao hesitated for a moment before saying, "Ziye, actually, the reason I came to see you this time is to say, in case I take an extreme approach to this matter."

"For some time afterward, the reputation of our Zhongnan Hospital's orthopedics department would be affected, but in order to prove my innocence, I had no choice."

"So I have no choice but to do it this way!"

Fang Ziye nodded: "Teacher Han, it's understandable to be a little extreme in one's actions for the sake of one's future."

"You want to apply for the replication of those two teachers' experiments, right? Just tear off all the fig leaves."

Fang Ziye knew what Han Yuanxiao wanted to do.

Since one's own experiment can be replicated, the other party's experiment certainly cannot be replicated.

You want to make a scene? Then go ahead and make a huge scene. As long as the authorities approve of you in the end, you can't worry about the hospital's and department's reputation in the short term.

Because once something like this makes the news, even if there's a twist in the ending, many uninformed onlookers won't bother to read the conclusion or follow-up.

The final verdict is that the people at Zhongnan Hospital are of questionable character.

"Ziye, I know it's selfish of me to make this choice, but I have no other choice."

"I have no choice but to go all out and fight with my back against the wall."

"A living person can't just die feeling stifled, can they?" Han Yuanxiao lowered his head.

Right now, he's just a loser!

From a broader perspective, Zhongnan Hospital is currently experiencing a strong growth momentum. As for Han Yuanxiao, he won't be of much help to the orthopedics department of Zhongnan Hospital. Giving up on him is just that—giving up.

From an orthopedic perspective, you won't be burdened with the reputation of orthopedics to advance your career.

However, from their own perspective, no one would have the heart to let Han Yuanxiao take the blame after he had already proven his innocence!
If Han Yuanxiao has already proven his innocence, and you still push him out to his death, then the people's hearts will be scattered.

At this point, the best option is for Han Yuanxiao to back down, be willing to consider the reputation of the Department of Orthopedics at Zhongnan Hospital, give up arguing, and calmly and peacefully accept all the sanctions.

Then, the hospital, school, and relevant institutions will provide appropriate compensation to Han Yuanxiao, as appropriate.

Fang Ziye continued unhurriedly, "Teacher Han, this whole thing is definitely someone deliberately targeting you, you know what I mean?"

Do you know who it is?

Han Yuanxiao was taken aback: "That's not important, is it?"

This is your own arrogance, a dead end. If you don't want to fall out, even if you know who it is, there's nothing you can do about it.

After all, it's your own fault for being unclean.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Teacher Han, this is very important."

“I’m not good at things like scalpels and surgical procedures, but you and the professors, including my teachers, are definitely very good at them.”

"The premise we have now is that your experiment is correct, and that teacher's experiment is also correct."

"It was just a coincidence, an extremely unlikely coincidence, that the results of the coincidences overlapped."

"Someone is deliberately trying to provoke conflict, even at the cost of tarnishing the reputation of heroes," Fang Ziye replied calmly.

"How is that possible?" Han Yuanxiao answered instinctively.

My own experimental results are correct, and theirs are correct too.

The experiment we three did just happen to be so coincidental?
We actually encountered a one in ten million chance?

“The paper will not involve detailed experimental parameters, so we can design the experimental parameters ourselves.”

"Teacher Han, if I say it's right, then it must be right."

"The rest is up to you and the professors to do."

"You said it?" Fang Ziye's voice was very confident, and his demeanor remained steady.

Han Yuanxiao froze, the second hand of his 20,000 yuan watch ticking away. In the reflection of the watch face, his eyes were even more lifeless than the instant dumplings in the refrigerator.

Suddenly, the dial emitted a sharp light, as if it could cut through everything.

The right eyelid twitches nervously, jumping into a desperate tango every twenty seconds, accompanied by involuntary twitching of the muscles at the corner of the mouth.

"Really? Really?" Han Yuanxiao's voice trembled, unable to believe what he was hearing.

"Yes, that's a fact."

Fang Ziye said, "Professor Han, things must be investigated thoroughly. Otherwise, if professors from Wuhan University and Zhongnan Hospital can slander others out of thin air, then will anyone be able to smear Zhongnan Hospital in the future?"

"Then why didn't you say so sooner?" Han Yuanxiao's eyes were bloodshot at this moment, and for a moment he wanted to strangle Fang Ziye. His emotions were completely out of control.

Judging from Fang Ziye's expression, actions, and state of mind, he had actually made the necessary preparations long ago.

"Teacher Han, one cannot know what despair truly feels like until one has experienced it."

"If I had said it earlier, you might not have been willing to dwell on it to the end! You might have just let it go."

"What I need is stability, for no one to dare lay a finger on us anymore. I can't be bothered with that!"

There are so many things we can do.

“Wasting time on this is wasting your life!” Fang Ziye’s voice became firm and resolute.

Fang Ziye had already prepared a solution.

The results of the two papers show that, despite their different approaches, they achieve the same outcome.

They support different arguments, but their methods of expression are similar, which is perfectly normal.

For example, you want to prove that X > 6 and Y > 9.
If there is an intermediate number 20 < z < x < y, then one argument directly proves two different arguments.

Han Yuanxiao's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his eyes even more bloodshot: "Fang Ziye, how did you do that?"

Only after receiving Fang Ziye's affirmation did Han Yuanxiao's instinctive anger subside, realizing that Fang Ziye's ability to achieve this was a needle in a haystack.

Fang Ziye has spent countless hours and effort on this.

Han Yuanxiao is now moved by Fang Ziye's dedication.

Fang Ziye and Han Yuanxiao are not related, but they actually have some disagreements. When Han Yuanxiao was the director, he even tried to trip up Fang Ziye.

Despite these circumstances, Fang Ziye still helped, and he did so in a way that resulted in an almost impossible miracle.

Fang Ziye's efforts were like using a cannon to kill a mosquito—a complete waste of energy.

When Fang Ziye deduced different experimental pathways under different conditions, he was able to obtain almost completely overlapping results, with the errors perfectly conforming to the standards of modern experimental science!
In essence, Fang Ziye forcefully re-experimented with two experiments, modifying details and directions to ensure that their results completely overlapped.

The result is that neither of them was wrong!
If Fang Ziye were to use this time to calculate another topic, it would certainly be a topic no less important than limb preservation surgery for severe injuries.

But Fang Ziye has sacrificed so much for Han Yuanxiao.

Fang Ziye, unaware of Han Yuanxiao's thoughts, replied, "Teacher Han, there's no point in asking how it was done now."

"When we encounter problems, we should solve them."

"Moreover, we need to not only solve the problem, but also deal with the people who raise these irrelevant questions; that's the main thing."

"Even if he's just a minor figure, we should still make an example of him to warn others."

"Since we are both from Zhongnan Hospital, I will definitely do my best to help you, Professor Han, if I can."

"To outsiders we are a family. We may have some minor conflicts in daily life, but in most cases, it is very difficult for family members to become enemies."

After listening, Han Yuanxiao began to look Fang Ziye up and down.

Fang Ziye still had delicate features and a handsome face that would make any man jealous, but his eyes were much more resolute than before.

Her eyes, though clear and bright, had lost their innocent naivety, as if they held many secrets within.

Fang Ziye's temperament, in particular, is quite different from his appearance. He is not only mature on the outside, but also exudes an aura from the inside out. Every move he makes proves that Fang Ziye has reached another level of maturity.

Fang Ziye was very clear about his own position, knew his place, and was very clear about what he needed to do, what he wanted to do, and even what he needed to do in advance.

This is how a proper adult should behave.

Moreover, Fang Ziye, an adult, possesses energy close to that of a nuclear explosion, making him even more terrifying.

Fortunately, Fang Ziye seems to be one of our own!
As long as one does not harbor ulterior motives and frame Fang Ziye and others, Fang Ziye is one of our own!
Han Yuanxiao laughed: "Ziye, perhaps we really are getting old."

"Perhaps you understand how to be a leader and how to manage people better than me and Deng Yong."

Han Yuanxiao had also been a director and held power, so he knew that in such a position, it was necessary to recruit people.

However, Fang Ziye's methods of recruiting people were far superior to his.

The two main differences are: first, the gap in capabilities; and second, the gap in what we can offer others.

Some people don't understand why there were suicide warriors in ancient times, but in fact, after truly understanding the structure of this society and the hardships of society and life, one will understand.

The saying "A scholar will die for one who understands him" is not an ancient proverb.

If you offer enough, people will willingly work for you. This kind of recruitment tactic is infinitely more effective than empty promises!
Han Yuanxiao had always thought Fang Ziye was still young, just a child wielding a sword, but this time, Han Yuanxiao realized that Fang Ziye had grown up.

Moreover, he has grown up in every aspect. His vision, his methods, his self-awareness, the underlying logic of his actions, and the support he provides for that logic have all become very mature.

"Teacher Han, that's not necessarily true!"

"You don't need to be in a hurry, or rather, we don't need to be in a hurry at all."

"When problems arise, we should address them, and more than just address them."

"Personally, I think heroes should be in the halls of fame, not held in the hands of others. Anyone who wants to use them as tools is defiling them."

"We should all respect heroes."

“This might be a gene ingrained in the bones of us Chinese people!” Fang Ziye said quite frankly.

Fang Ziye didn't have much experience before, but he witnessed a lot during his time working at the sanatorium.

Shrapnel lodged in their bodies, the aftereffects and pain of carrying out missions, the brothers who became paralyzed from the waist down while saving lives, the uncles who stayed in remote areas and developed multiple muscle atrophy and came to recuperate...

Regardless of whether these people have actually experienced real war, their willingness to sacrifice for ordinary people and for complete strangers makes them heroes.

Upon hearing the name of Elder Zhang, Fang Ziye's instinct was to do everything he could to make his later years happier, because that was the only thing Fang Ziye could do. "I'm going to see Professor Li and the others; I want to tell them about these things."

"I'm leaving now." Han Yuanxiao stood up and then left in a hurry.

He didn't even drink the water that Fang Ziye personally fetched for him; he just ran out.

"Professor Han." At the door, Han Yuanxiao encountered Yuan Weihong, who greeted him.

"Yuan Weihong, I have something urgent to attend to right now. Let's talk next time." He walked quickly, almost rushing out.

It resembled a monkey that had just been freed from its seal beneath the Five Elements Mountain.

……

"Master, I haven't had breakfast!" After Yuan Weihong entered the door, Fang Ziye pretended to be obsequious while starting to boil water and make tea.

Yuan Weihong mysteriously opened one of the cabinet doors, then took out a tea set and pushed it in front of Fang Ziye.

“Find it yourself!” Yuan Weihong sat down with his arms crossed.

The natural wood grain resembles the ancient painting technique of texturing, with the rosewood-colored annual rings interspersed with lightning-shaped orange-yellow cracks. The knob of the pot is carved in the shape of a lingzhi mushroom, with dense hand-carved gills, each with a depth error of no more than 0.03 millimeters.

The teapot base is engraved with large characters in Yuan Weihong's seal script.

However, Fang Ziye quickly looked at the bottom of the inverted teacup and turned over one of the cups, which was engraved with Fang Ziye's seal script. The inner wall had ice-crack patterns like a network of cracks.

The bottoms of the remaining teacups are engraved with the names of Lan Tianluo, Jie Han, and Yuan Weihong.

One pot and four cups—there's nothing extra.

"Master, aren't you afraid Zhengyang will get jealous?" Fang Ziye asked with a smile.

Yuan Weihong patted Fang Ziye on the head: "A person's energy in a lifetime is limited, and you can't take on many apprentices."

"Besides, so many graduate advisors in the world can be enthusiastic for only a short time; they just tend to be more attentive to their first few and last students!"

"It doesn't work for me?"

"That just doesn't make sense!"

Yuan Weihong then picked up his tea canister and carefully used tweezers to remove the tea cake: "Now that you're a teacher, can you guarantee that you'll treat all your students equally?"

"I'm watching, don't just stand there and talk without understanding the situation."

Fang Ziye smiled upon hearing this: "Master, being a master is too tiring. I plan to just lie down from the beginning."

"Look at my students, I just dump them in a sanatorium, leave them with their research topics, and they rely entirely on their own aptitude and luck!"

Yuan Weihong thought about it and agreed.

She was both envious and not envious: "You haven't learned any of the teacher's good qualities, but you have picked up all of the teacher's bad habits?"

"I heard you have a nickname now: Fang Xiaoye."

Yuan Weihong's nickname is "A Leaf in the North Sea".

Fang Ziye, nicknamed Fang Xiaoye, is the master and apprentice duo who roam the martial arts world.

"Master, who in our hospital is so talkative? Why do they always like to give people nicknames?"

"Am I arrogant?" Fang Ziye asked very honestly.

"If I were to float away, the person who said that might not even be qualified to see me," Fang Ziye said arrogantly.

Yuan Weihong followed up with another slap: "You're getting cocky now that I'm saying you're fat!"

"Now you'd better explain to me what you did during this holiday, right?"

"During the entire holiday, your master waited and waited, and the wine I bought for you is almost expired, but you didn't make a single phone call or reply to a single message!~"

Yuan Weihong stood up and began to stare intently at Fang Ziye.

In Yuan Weihong's view, how Deng Yong dealt with Fang Ziye was Deng Yong's business.

How Deng Yong organizes the meeting for Fang Ziye is Deng Yong's business.

How Deng Yong treats Fang Ziye is his business.

In Yuan Weihong's view, Fang Ziye was his first student. When he first met Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye was very shy. Yuan Weihong had put on airs with Fang Ziye more than once, thinking that he should act like a teacher and put on his own "demeanor"!
He raised Fang Ziye like a Teletubby, so if a celebration is held specifically for Fang Ziye, his family will definitely get a share.

"Master, this is really not convenient to talk about."

"I spent my entire holiday rescuing people, I almost died from exhaustion!" Fang Ziye didn't say it outright, but started rubbing his wrists.

"You saved someone for the entire holiday? Who are you trying to fool?" Yuan Weihong said irritably.

By the time they managed to save him during his vacation, he would have been dead long ago.

"Hmm!" Fang Ziye's words were like carvings, precise yet profound.

Yuan Weihong was instantly silenced.

"That's hard to say, so I won't ask you!"

"Here, try this tea..."

"Professor Du Yingshan gave this to me, and asked me to give it to you to try."

Yuan Weihong's words completely shut Fang Ziye down.

He looked at Yuan Weihong in astonishment.

No, Brother Yuan, you haven't been the director for very long, and you've already started down the path of corruption?
You accepted Professor Du Yingshan's "backdoor gift" so openly?
“A return gift,” Yuan Weihong quickly added, while rubbing his hand against his long hair, which he had deliberately grown long on his right temple and let fall to the left to cover his receding hairline.

Fang Ziye's eyes were still darting around. Du Yingshan had sent the gifts, which were nothing more than for the clinical trial pilot of the microcirculation device and chemotherapy for bone tumors.

If Yuan Weihong felt he could control appropriate social interactions, that wouldn't be a problem. Fang Ziye said, "Master, now that you mention it, I think I should send Professor Du a gift."

“I have a relative who has been assigned to him, and his surgery is scheduled for tomorrow as the first one.”

"Who is it?" Yuan Weihong pressed.

“An uncle with osteosarcoma in the spinal region was originally planning to have surgery at Xiangya Third Hospital, but I persuaded him to come instead.” Fang Ziye had not forgotten about Liu Gaobo.

However, the clinical trial approval was not officially finalized until October, and Chen Song's condition remained particularly unstable during the holiday.

Liu Gaobo has a tumor, and delaying it for a day or two won't cause any major problems. However, if Fang Ziye rushes back to Enshi on the 6th and 7th for surgery, then all the previous efforts in Enshi may be in vain.

"Then you should see how things go. It's best to wait until things are settled before making any moves. You should also decide what to send as a gift."

At this point, Yuan Weihong lowered his right hand and tapped the table seven or eight times with his right index finger:

“Ziye, you have now emerged from the basics of medicine. From now on, you will not only face difficulties, but also some interpersonal relationships.”

"These masters are not good at giving you very sincere advice."

Those who are not in a position of authority do not concern themselves with its affairs, nor do they know its joys.

In the medical field, if one can persevere, the network of connections one can build can be very extensive.

As long as your medical skills are up to par, your network of contacts can expand rapidly.

Generally speaking, during the stages of resident physician, attending physician, and associate chief physician, it is difficult for your network to extend beyond your own hospital. However, once you reach the stages of chief physician and professor, the upper limit of your network becomes difficult to determine and varies from person to person.

Although Fang Ziye is now only an associate chief physician and associate professor, he has already reached the 'qualification circle' of Zhongnan Hospital where he can openly stand on his own!
Given Fang Ziye's personal abilities, this network of connections will undoubtedly surpass the typical network of contacts of an associate chief physician.

“Master, I’ve only just started practicing medicine in the clinic, I don’t want to think about these things for now!” Fang Ziye understood what Yuan Weihong meant.

Last month, when Fang Ziye was seeing patients, someone tried to give him something, but Fang Ziye certainly wouldn't take it.

During Fang Ziye's ward rounds and surgeries last month, many people tried to get his phone number or WeChat, but Fang Ziye refused to give them to them.

"You can choose not to think about these things now, but you can't stop thinking about them forever."

"Human activities cannot be completely isolated."

Yuan Weihong first clarified one point, and then added, "However, since you've been to the sanatorium, if you plan to work there in the future, you don't need to worry about these things."

In essence, social interactions are about having more options and improving one's tolerance for mistakes and efficiency.

If Fang Ziye has other paths to take, choosing the path of being content with little in his daily work means that no one can influence him.

Anyone who doesn't think about 'promotion' is a 'real big brother' among the low-level employees within the system!
Fang Ziye hasn't decided on this topic yet, so he's focused on brewing tea and not discussing it in depth.

The next steps are actually quite simple.

That is, drinking tea, eating breakfast, handing over shifts, making rounds, and performing surgeries.

……

During the morning shift handover, Yuan Weihong sat somewhat nervously in the director's seat. After the on-duty nurses and doctors finished their routine handover, he spoke eloquently:
"In our department, the most common types of surgeries are: complex pelvic fractures, treatment of nonunion, functional reconstruction after emergency surgery for destructive injuries, and common functional reconstruction procedures."

"Although these four types of surgeries are routine surgeries in our department, they are still not the 'most routine' or 'everyone can do' surgeries in the province or the country."

"Therefore, we must be vigilant and not underestimate any detail."

"We must ensure both quality and quantity, properly arrange the surgical schedule for each day according to the different situations of each group, continuously improve the details of the surgery, and appropriately cultivate the habits and rhythm of each group during the surgery..."

"Routine surgeries in any hospital are relatively standard procedures within a department. Furthermore, the pressure faced by different roles within any hospital in their daily work is certainly different!"

"For example, our team leader, the attending physician learning surgery, the doctoral students who are learning on the job, and the master's students who have just joined the department all have different levels of understanding, knowledge, and basic skills in surgery."

"Therefore, you also need to find your own place."

"Surgery that needs to be refined should be refined. If you want to improve a surgery, you should find ways to optimize and improve every detail. If you need to understand the overall framework of the surgery, the attending physician should calm down and break down the framework of the surgical procedure."

"Doctoral students who want to build up their basic skills must hone their skills by combining routine surgeries in the department, practicing in the training room, in their daily work, and by assisting the chief resident in performing emergency surgeries."

"As for the professional master's students in our department, your main task is to first accumulate basic medical theories and build basic surgical skills, so that one day you can evolve into even a small suturer on the operating table. That is your task."

“That’s how all our superiors came up.”

That's all I wanted to say!

After speaking, Yuan Weihong looked at Professor Gong Jiahe, his eyes slightly ingratiating: "Professor Gong, would you like to say a few words?"

Upon hearing this, Gong Jiahe nodded and said, "I've only been here a few days."

"However, I've heard that our department's skills training room has some interesting small operational techniques for honing basic skills. I hope that one day Director Yuan can organize a few PhDs to integrate these techniques and hold a small class so that we can broaden our horizons!"

Miyako is a highly professional trauma surgeon and a top-notch surgeon, hence his keen observation skills.

Even though I've only just joined the department, I've learned that some of the master's degree holders at Zhongnan Hospital have developed good basic skills due to the advanced surgical environment they've been in.

Moreover, just by overhearing conversations between master's and doctoral students, he realized that the 'secrets' Fang Ziye imparted in the training room were extraordinary.

This keen ability to perceive things is also perfectly befitting of his status as a top professor.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong immediately turned his gaze to Xiong Jinhuan and Li Yuanpei: "Li Yuanpei, Xiong Jinhuan, you two are the senior brothers among the doctoral students!"

"You will be responsible for presenting and creating the PPT for this lesson, and we need to see the results by next Monday."

"Professor Gong, you'll be waiting."

“Okay, Teacher Yuan.” Li Yuanpei and Xiong Jinhuan stood at opposite corners of the crowd, nodding in agreement.

Although the teaching reforms were initiated by Fang Ziye, the most direct beneficiaries were not Fang Ziye himself, but students like Xiong Jinhuan who needed to improve their basic skills.

Therefore, this task cannot be directly handed over to Fang Ziye, wasting his time and energy.

After the ward rounds began, Fang Ziye became very well-behaved, obediently following behind Yuan Weihong, only speaking occasionally.

During this period, Fang Ziye tried his best to conceal his presence, whether it was greeted by patients' family members who knew him or not.

Otherwise, if he were too domineering, it would make Yuan Weihong, the administrative director of the ward, lose face.

Of course, during the ward rounds, Fang Ziye gave Yuan Weihong a lot of face. During the surgery, Yuan Weihong was also very honest in every detail of the surgery, making Fang Ziye's presence felt.

Having shed the burden of being a teacher, he also adhered to the principle of asking questions whenever he didn't understand something. In any situation where he didn't quite grasp the concept or if something wasn't done well enough, he would ask Fang Ziye to demonstrate.

They embody the spirit of humbly seeking knowledge to the fullest extent.

These surgeries would be almost impossible to perform in many prefecture-level city hospitals. Even in top hospitals like Tongji Hospital and Union Hospital, Professor Duan Hong and his team would find them challenging and difficult.

But at Zhongnan Hospital, it's really just a matter of how well or poorly it's done.

This is the advantage of having seized the initiative, developed independently, and being at the most professional level.

By 3 p.m., the two surgeries scheduled for today had been completed.

After the surgery, Li Yuanpei and the other doctoral and master's students went their separate ways, some to the practice room and some to the laboratory.

"Brother Wei, Ziye, are you free today?" As soon as Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong came out of the operating room, Brother Qin Geluo's very polite and ingratiating voice came over.

"I've invited Mr. Nuo along. How about we find a place and have a drink?"

Beside Qin Geluo, Li Nuo, who had spent several years studying spinal surgery, returned.

Now, under the influence of his father-in-law, Li Nuo has been promoted to the prestigious title of "Associate Chief Physician," even surpassing Brother Qin Geluo in terms of professional title advancement.

The main reason for his promotion and return is that the development prospects of trauma surgery are far better than those of spinal surgery, so it is only natural for him to return to his original field of expertise.

Li Nuo nudged Yuan Weihong with his buttocks and said in a flirtatious tone, "Brother Wei, give me a chance to pick up the soap."

"Yesterday's dinner is yesterday's, but the sentiments of us guys are our own."

"Brother Luo, Master Nuo," Fang Ziye greeted the two, then looked at Yuan Weihong.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong could only suppress his displeasure and said, "Then you can choose the location."

Since Qin Geluo and Li Nuo had both put it this way, their drinking session today would have to be postponed again.

A promotion banquet can be held five, six, seven, or eight times depending on the attendees.

Fang Ziye's 'honor' this time will probably require at least a dozen celebrations.

The main problem is that Fang Ziye is inhuman; he didn't make the most of such a good holiday.

"Then it's settled!"

"Thank you, Brother Wei, thank you, Professor Fang, for giving us this opportunity to lick your boots."

"Slurp." Li Nuo shamelessly sucked his lips, making a grating sound, revealing a side of himself that Fang Ziye had never seen before.

However, Fang Ziye had only driven halfway to the restaurant when his phone rang.

Traffic was heavy, and it was inconvenient for Fang Ziye to answer the phone, so Yuan Weihong leaned over to answer Fang Ziye's phone and even put it on speakerphone.

“Professor Liu,” Yuan Weihong said first.

"Yuan Weihong, you're not in the operating room either. Why is Ziye's phone with you? What are you doing together?" Liu Huanglong's suspicious voice came through.

"Ziye went to take a shower." Yuan Weihong said without blushing or panting.

Yuan Weihong is only one year younger than Liu Huanglong. They are from the same generation, and when they get into a flirtatious relationship, they are just as flamboyant as Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi.

There's a saying that goes, "The virtuous people you see are all because you're not the one who makes them act like scoundrels."

A man is a youth until the very end, regardless of age.

Holy crap!

"You guys are really playing dirty tricks! I was planning to have Ziye help me with a medical case!"

“Come on, Yang Wenzheng, you talk to him,” Liu Huanglong’s voice came back again.

Yuan Weihong paused for two seconds before exploding: "Liu Huanglong, are you sick in the head? Calling after get off work."

"Don't you have any sense of time?"

Showing off in front of one person is called being emotional, but showing off in front of a group of people is just being stupid.

(End of this chapter)