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Chapter 690 Being the eldest brother is tough! (Please subscribe)
Yuan Weihong angrily hung up the phone, still without blushing or panting.

He looked completely relaxed, as if nothing had ever happened.

Fang Ziye continued to work diligently as his driver.

In the past, Yuan Weihong's "arrogance" might have been suspected of being a "pretend to be crazy," but now Yuan Weihong's arrogance stems from having genuinely acquired his own "capital"!
The professional skills gained after being treated by Fang Ziye, the scientific research accumulated through cooperation with Fang Ziye, the research reputation of outstanding young scientists, and the titles of associate chief physician and associate professor...

“Liu Huanglong must be in quite a bit of trouble,” Yuan Weihong said after a five-second pause.

Half a minute later, Liu Huanglong called again, and Yuan Weihong chose to answer formally again, putting the phone on speakerphone and hanging it on the car's navigation screen.

"Teacher Liu." As they approached their destination for lunch, the traffic flow remained heavy, but the speed of the cars slowed down, giving Fang Ziye a moment to catch his breath.

"Ziye, why are you running so fast today?" Liu Huanglong's voice echoed, indicating that he had entered a closed office or fire escape.

"Teacher Liu, the surgery is all done!" Fang Ziye replied.

"Being a doctor doesn't necessarily mean sacrificing your life on the operating table."

"Only two surgeries are scheduled today."

Liu Huanglong chuckled: "That's true. Xiao Fang, you've really reached the point of being able to enjoy your retirement. The routine illnesses in the department are as simple as eating and drinking these days."

"Unlike me, I'm not as lucky as Yuan Weihong."

Yuan Weihong sat in the passenger seat, beaming with joy. He was chatting with Shen Tao from the Provincial People's Hospital on WeChat, making a low, guttural sound.

Fang Ziye has already made it through the tough times and is almost ready to retire. With Fang Ziye back at Zhongnan Hospital, Yuan Weihong, the "father," is now much more comfortable.

If Liu Huanglong kept harping on this topic, the phone call would never end, so Fang Ziye said, "Professor Liu, you're not calling me specifically to complain about my fellow students, are you?"

Liu Huanglong's students were not much older than Fang Ziye; the oldest was only thirty-one.

"No, let's get down to business."

"Ziye, your teacher Liu is being held at gunpoint by someone from a distance, and this matter may also affect the reputation of our hospital's hand surgery department, so Ziye, you must help me." Liu Huanglong directly brought up the sensitive topic.

Fang Ziye turned the steering wheel to the right and entered the underground parking garage, cutting off a 'smart' guy who wanted to cut in line, and replied, "Teacher Liu, it's tiring to flatter you like that. Why don't you just tell me what you need me to do?"

"The teachers at Jishuitan Hospital recommended two patients to me. Although I admitted them, these two patients almost drove me crazy."

"Even now, I still don't know how to start."

"This happened at the end of September!" Liu Huanglong's voice seemed to be choked by something, his breath coming in gasps.

Upon hearing the words "Jishuitan," Yuan Weihong couldn't help but raise his head.

Even though Zhongnan Hospital has developed rapidly in the past two years, where is the pinnacle of China's orthopedic strength, as Yuan Weihong said?
There are still three places that cannot be bypassed: Kyoto Third Hospital, Jishuitan Hospital, and Huashan Hospital.

These three guys are in a league of their own.

Now, Jishuitan Hospital has recommended two patients to Liu Huanglong, which should be an indication that Zhongnan Hospital's 'functional reconstruction surgery' may be in a relatively leading position in China, after all, they were the first to try it.

But it is also a practical attempt!
Whether you can do it or not, and whether you do it much better than us, are two different things.

The patient who could be brought here by Jishuitan and cause Liu Huanglong a long period of worry must be exceptionally complex.

The professional ecosystem between hospitals doesn't have particularly complex "competitive relationships," but there are certainly some overt "competitive tactics"!
Because admitting patients with difficult and complicated diseases is based on the outpatient doctor's own wishes, it is possible to clearly explain to the patient whether or not I can treat their disease.

There is no such thing as refusing to treat complex or rare diseases, whether or not hospitalization and surgery are required.

That means it's a real competition of overall strength. If you can do it, then take it; if you can't, then don't.

Many orthopedic professors in China who claim to be from top-tier tertiary hospitals will recommend hospitals like Jishuitan Hospital, Kyoto Third Hospital, and Huashan Hospital to try their luck when they encounter cases they cannot solve.

Over time, when they encountered many illnesses that they couldn't handle but were solved by these "big brothers," they accepted their status as "big brothers."

Finding a seat in front of the "big brother" and securing that position isn't something you can achieve by bragging.

If you want to develop a distinctive specialty in your hospital and gain the respect of others, you can only do so by genuinely curing patients.

Otherwise, it's just ostensibly mutual flattery and mutual praise.

"Teacher Liu, could you be a little more specific?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Functional impairment caused by extensive neurodegenerative lesions!" Liu Huanglong replied in highly professional terminology.

"Teacher Liu, let's talk about something else then." Fang Ziye, who was still thinking about eating, decisively changed the subject.

This is something that can't be discussed in just an hour or two, or even a day or two.

"Okay! We can chat about this another time later. Just remember this."

"Professor Fang, your schedule is too full now, I need to make an appointment in advance," Liu Huanglong said in a rather obsequious tone.

After exchanging a few more polite words, Fang Ziye hung up the phone.

Yuan Weihong immediately sat up straight, cursing, "Liu Huanglong is not polite at all."

"When you say he's fat, he starts panting."

"Knowing that these patients came from Jishuitan Hospital and that I couldn't handle them myself, I just told them the truth in the outpatient clinic."

"You just have to make trouble for yourself."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye knew that this was Yuan Weihong's current attitude towards dealing with things in the clinic, which could be summed up in two words: admitting defeat.

This also explains why Yuan Weihong and others did not make a similar call to Fang Ziye.

"Perhaps Teacher Liu is a bit too strong-willed." Fang Ziye started parking after descending into the underground garage.

After coming to a complete stop, Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong opened the car doors and got out.

"Liu Huanglong is just taking advantage of the fact that you have free time to keep employing you for him!"

"In the year since you left Zhongnan Hospital, Liu Huanglong has also been conducting clinical trials, but how can his output compare to what he had when he was at Zhongnan Hospital?"

“While you are at the sanatorium, even if he has a thousand thoughts, he will have to back down because he can’t break through the sanatorium’s protective barrier.”

“But in our trauma surgery department, he felt he could handle me well, and he could also handle Professor Deng Yong well.” Yuan Weihong was not stupid at all; his mind was as clear as a mirror.

Fang Ziye is, after all, a trauma surgeon, and he has a lot of other things to do, so he can only be borrowed temporarily.

Furthermore, it cannot be used aimlessly; it must be guided by specific problems or individuals. The best choice is to find a few particularly difficult and complicated cases and have Fang Ziye participate in the surgery and treatment.

On the surface, it could be described as requesting a consultation; officially, it could be described as collaboration between subspecialties!

Fang Ziye replied with a smile, "Master, whatever choice Teacher Liu makes is his own choice, an independent decision based on his own self-positioning."

"We won't try to outpace him right now. Let's focus on building our own foundation first, and then we can talk about other things."

"We don't have Teacher Liu's confidence, so let's not be so competitive," Fang Ziye advised.

Yuan Weihong nodded.

Being the boss is certainly cool, but it's actually very difficult.

No matter what kind of leader you are, you will inevitably be the target of everyone's criticism, and you have to be that leader so that others will 'challenge' you!
The world of modern medicine is both simple and complex.

Without the traditional bloodshed and violence, simple fighting and killing are useless, but without the most violent fighting and killing, it is actually even more difficult to survive.

……

Qin Geluo and Li Nuo arrived on electric scooters. When Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye arrived at the restaurant, the two had already set out the drinks.

"Brother Wei, Ziye, we've ordered some dishes. Would you like to add some more?" Li Nuo immediately stood up and greeted them as they entered the private room, his face full of smiles, his almost flattering eyes practically befitting a beauty treatment.

Yuan Weihong, the most senior, strode in with his hands behind his back, exuding an air of maturity: "We trust your sincerity, so we won't waste any more time."

"Let's drink less, eat more, and chat more today."

Yuan Weihong found a seat and sat down. Qin Geluo originally intended for Fang Ziye to sit to Yuan Weihong's right, but Fang Ziye plopped down opposite Yuan Weihong and refused to get up.

It was just a small gathering of four people, so there was no need to be too particular about where they sat.

After Yuan Weihong sat down, he first looked at Li Nuo, who was pouring the wine into the dispensing machine: "Brother Nuo, give me a hint, do you want to work in our orthopedics department in the future, or do you want to find an opportunity to go back to the spinal surgery department to get a prestigious job?"

"You're having a good time coming and going, but we haven't even noticed."

Upon hearing this, Li Nuo immediately replied, "Brother Wei, you've misunderstood me."

"Brother, I had no choice. Before, our trauma surgery department was full of talented people, so it was really hard to make a living."

"I'm not thinking about getting promoted anywhere; I'm just trying to get it from outside rather than fighting within the company, so I went out for a trip."

"I was born a trauma surgeon, and I will die a trauma surgeon."

"Although I have been promoted, you, Brother Wei, and Brother Qin Geluo are both my Brother Qin. In front of you two, I have always been Xiao Nuo."

Li Nuo's words, though rough, are not without merit.

Qin Geluo has been working in the trauma surgery department for so long, but he hasn't been promoted to associate professor yet. Li Nuo, who has less seniority than Qin Geluo, was promoted ahead of him.

This does not affect the allocation of resources within the trauma surgery department.

The main reason is that Fang Ziye suddenly rose to prominence, blocking the original path.

Furthermore, Nie Xuehua, Zhang Zixi, and others are more experienced and qualified than Qin Geluo. If they were all waiting in line for trauma surgery, Li Nuo would have to wait at least two more years before having any hope of survival.

Yuan Weihong replied, "You've got the professional title, but the problem is whether your basic skills and professional structure can keep up."

“Li Nuo, look at yourself. Although you’ve been promoted to associate chief physician, you can’t even perform limb-sparing surgery on severe injuries on your own right now.”

"How many opportunities did you miss?"

There are gains and losses.

It is extremely difficult to achieve the best of both worlds in all situations.

Li Nuo quickly replied, "That's why I've come to apologize and become your disciple."

"Teacher Ziye is an extremely skilled master. I must offer him a few more toasts later."

Li Nuo did indeed lack the necessary experience in the development of trauma surgery, but he wanted to find a way to make up for it. He hoped that Fang Ziye could also tailor a learning path for him.

Ideally, it should be personalized.

Li Nuo had a wide network of connections and information; he knew that Fang Ziye had designed for Yuan Weihong, Jie Han, and others.

However, Yuan Weihong was Fang Ziye's teacher, and the others were Fang Ziye's "iron brothers," so Fang Ziye didn't need many reasons to do things for them.

Li Nuo, on the other hand, couldn't do it; he didn't have that kind of face.

Fang Ziye has only designed for Deng Yong so far; he doesn't bother with other people, such as Han Yuanxiao and Liu Huanglong.

Fang Ziye is a junior, a young doctor who stepped up to the top. He is not anyone else's teacher, so he has no necessary obligation to mentor anyone.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong asked, "Brother Nuo, are you sure you can afford the tuition?"

"At Ziye now, every second is worth around one yuan. Overtime pay should be at least three times that."

Li Nuo was stunned for a moment, his face twitching: "Brother Wei, how did you calculate this?"

Yuan Weihong laughed and said, "There are about 250 working days a year, with eight hours on each working day and 3,600 seconds per hour, which means that Ziye only works for a little over 7 million seconds a year."

"You do the math yourself."

"Working overtime at triple the rate means the hourly wage for Ziye would be 10,800. Let's round it down to 10,001 per hour!"

"This is an internal discount. If you factor in the reputation and sociological effects brought about by the subsidiary's research output, the price would be more than ten times higher!"

Yuan Weihong's calculations were so meticulous that Li Nuo couldn't find a single fault with them.

Fang Ziye has patents and receives rewards for publishing research articles; earning several million a year is not a particularly secret.

If we take into account the social impact of the medical profession's contributions, an hourly wage of 100,000 is not an exaggeration.

But let alone an hourly wage of 100,000, even an hourly wage of 10,000 would bankrupt Li Nuo.

He's not like Fang Ziye, who has this much extra income every year.

"Ziye, look how good our relationship is, can you give me a discount?" Li Nuo turned to look at Fang Ziye.

"Hey, there's a discount?"

"Ziye, do you really need these few coins?"

“Let’s quit.” Yuan Weihong started stirring things up.

Fang Ziye shook his head in agreement: "Brother Nuo, whether I work overtime or not, my income is actually about the same!"

Qin Geluo sneered from the side.

A few more jokes were made, and the matter was dropped.

Getting Fang Ziye to teach you isn't just about money; it also depends on whether you're influential enough.

Li Nuo didn't think he was any special. He left the Department of Trauma Surgery relatively early, when Fang Ziye first went to Enshi to work in the countryside. He didn't have much contact with Fang Ziye.

On the other hand, Qin Geluo, although not very talkative during the meal, was constantly engaged in conversation by Fang Ziye, who would ask Qin Geluo detailed questions about the technical issues he was currently focusing on.

Qin Geluo's current stage is to learn surgery and further solidify his basic skills until he reaches a level of proficiency that is "advanced" or above.

After drinking about a cup of wine, Qin Geluo, ever the opportunist, said, "Ziye, a man's word is his bond."

"We made a deal, it can't be changed, you have to take responsibility for me!"

Fang Ziye actually agreed to give him more guidance in the future. Qin Geluo's face lit up with joy, and he began pouring wine into his decanter.

"Whether you're lying to me or not, I'll drink it first." Qin Geluo quickly drank three small cups, afraid that Fang Ziye would regret it.

"Brother Luo, just don't think I'm just going through the motions," Fang Ziye said calmly, sipping a small cup of wine.

Dining together is not about treating alcohol like water, and drinking is not simply about pouring alcohol down your throat.

Chatting and building relationships is the right way to go.

Yuan Weihong, the oldest among them and currently the 'Administrative Director' of Trauma Surgery, once again took the lead in the conversation: "Ziye, I heard that you helped Professor Han Yuanxiao out?"

"Can you still help him out in this situation?"

Qin Geluo and Li Nuo's ears perked up instantly, and they slowly put down their wine glasses.

Han Yuanxiao is in serious trouble, and it's not something most people can easily help him with.

However, Fang Ziye had visited the military sanatorium before, so he might have a rather special network of connections.

Of the three, Yuan Weihong and Li Nuonuoye was the one who benefited the most from their connections.

Li Nuo was well aware of the benefits of having connections, so he became very perceptive.

Qin Geluo, on the other hand, looked inside from outside the door and was extremely envious of Li Nuo's promotion ahead of him, so he was also somewhat looking forward to Fang Ziye's explanation.

Fang Ziye knew that Yuan Weihong was paving the way for him, and secretly praised Han Yuanxiao for not leaking the secret. He calmly replied, "Master, it's actually Professor Han's matter. There is a way to resolve it."

"All we need to do is help him prove his innocence and replicate the experimental results."

Yuan Weihong, who was drinking water, suddenly realized that if he didn't want to get his clothes wet, he would have to shake the water glass out of his hand.

A clear parabola of water droplets flew over Qin Geluo's head, landing only two drops on his face.

"Can you help Han Yuanxiao reproduce the experimental results?"

Yuan Weihong understands scientific research, and his understanding is very profound. His voice became sharp again: "Can you reconstruct experimental parameters and reorganize the expression of experimental results?"

Yuan Weihong's more precise description made his heart skip a beat when he heard it.

In fact, 95 percent of people in the scientific research field are merely users of basic scientific research tools.

Scientific experiments are used by researchers to verify their theories.

Most scholars only know how to use tools, but they don't fully understand the fundamental principles of those tools, parameter tuning, or the most basic principles of experimental methods.

Those who can manipulate experimental methods, principles, and parameters account for at most only five percent.

Of those 5%, most people only make minor adjustments to the parameters.

Fang Ziye's ability to restructure and express experimental data in this way is unheard of and is basically only found in the most elite research teams in the world.

These are the people who are digging up and reconstructing the most basic principles and the most fundamental scientific experimental methods.

If Fang Ziye had used his connections to resolve Han Yuanxiao's problem, Yuan Weihong could understand it. However, the method Fang Ziye chose was something that Yuan Weihong had not anticipated.

It can be described in eight words.

It's time-consuming and laborious; violence is not an option.

Qin Geluo and Li Nuo's gazes began to change—

If Fang Ziye is using connections, it only means that Fang Ziye has a strong network of connections. Then they may follow Fang Ziye's line and enjoy the promotion of third-party connections.

However, if Fang Ziye solves Han Yuanxiao's problem through his own strength, then when they encounter trouble or need help in the future...

Fang Ziye can simply provide the labor. As the saying goes, without middlemen taking a cut, both individuals and 'suppliers' can enjoy greater benefits and profits.

The inclination can differ depending on the two different forms of 'winning over'.

Fang Ziye unleashed his ultimate move, giving a simple, honest smile before refusing to provide further details.

Yuan Weihong slammed his water glass down: "Then you're really awesome."

"Ziye, are you about to become invincible?!" Qin Geluo's voice trembled slightly, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth began to twitch unconsciously.

The events that happened to Wu Xuanqi were not accidental, but could be repeated, so Fang Ziye's strength must be reassessed.

This is no longer just the top domestic group, but the top international group.

After that incident, the atmosphere became much more relaxed and pleasant afterwards.

Yuan Weihong's advice had ten times the expected effect.

Qin Geluo and Li Nuo no longer needed to ask Fang Ziye what he planned to do in the future; they could simply take advantage of their current good relationship and fawn over him.

He practically turned his technical skills into verbal skills, making both host and guest very happy...

……

After the dinner, Fang Ziye first dropped Yuan Weihong off, then went to the department to make sure the patient who was to have surgery the next day was okay before rushing back to Luo Tingzhu's house.

I took a nice, relaxing shower, and I wasn't feeling too tipsy or even slightly drunk.

I just felt a warm feeling in my stomach.

Wearing a silk long-sleeved nightgown and with soft cotton cushions under his feet, Fang Ziye sat in front of the French windows, set up a chair, brewed himself a pot of tea, and leisurely looked out the window!

The greenway is inlaid with emerald rings by LED light strips, the shadows of sycamore trees are nailed to the asphalt road by spotlights, and the veins of the leaves spasm in the wind.

Fang Ziye slowly took a sip of tea and exhaled gently.

After several years, Fang Ziye has finally gone from an unknown resident physician with an uncertain future to where he is today.

They have achieved relative financial freedom, have stable jobs, and have a considerable income.

Furthermore, Fang Ziye also realized that he was gradually gaining a pivotal position in the department, in the hospital, and in the world of orthopedics in Hubei Province.

Furthermore, there are many things that can only be experienced firsthand that bring joy, waiting for you to discover.

All the previous efforts and sacrifices have not been in vain, and are gradually giving back to Fangziye now.

The phone rang at just the right moment, and Fang Ziye picked it up without putting down his teacup.

His voice was steady: "Hello. I am Fang Ziye."

"Professor Fang, I apologize for bothering you so suddenly."

"However, considering you need to perform surgery during the day, I am Zou Tao from the Logistics Department of the Donghu Military Region Sanatorium in Wuhan." The other party introduced himself first.

He then immediately explained, "Professor Fang, please don't misunderstand. I'm calling you on behalf of Director Chen, the former director of the Enshi Sanatorium."

"Professor Fang, you probably don't know this yet, but several sanatoriums in our Hubei Province are about to merge and become one family."

"Our Donghu Sanatorium will become the surgical outpatient area. The surgical team from Enshi Sanatorium will also gradually relocate here in about six months..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye was stunned again: "Director Zou, are you sure that all of this was said by Director Chen Song of Enshi Sanatorium?"

What does this mean?
Was Enshi Sanatorium absorbed, or did it absorb other sanatoriums?

"Professor Fang, all of this is indeed Dean Chen Song's idea, as well as the idea of ​​some current leaders."

"Professor Fang, you may not know about the changes that have taken place here, but I can only say that Dean Chen Song is indeed a man of great strategy."

"After things were settled, Dean Chen Song immediately had someone call me. I received the notification from above at 1 p.m. this afternoon." Zou Tao's voice was very clear, and every word was clearly delivered to Fang Ziye's ears.

The world is a dangerous place, and the roles of hunter and prey are often reversed.

Therefore, the "decline" shown by the Enshi Sanatorium was just a facade, a show of weakness by Chen Song and others, or something done for show.

In reality, the person most likely to take drastic measures against other places was Chen and Song.

The more Fang Ziye thought about it, the more likely this possibility seemed.

Perhaps Chen Song had already sensed that his life was nearing its end, so he couldn't wait any longer. He had to solidify the Enshi Sanatorium, which he had built from scratch, before he closed his eyes.

The so-called 'crisis' encountered by Chen Guangbai's company was actually just an excuse for Chen Guangbai to switch from business to politics or medicine.

In China, no matter how big your company is, it may not be as powerful as an old man who comes out of a nursing home.

"Director Zou, is that right?"

"I've never heard anything about this before?"

"You're not lying to me, are you?" Fang Ziye still couldn't believe that Chen Song had such great power.

Based on the Enshi Sanatorium, it integrated almost all the sanatoriums in Hubei Province.

“Professor Fang, you may not be familiar with the situation at the sanatorium, but what I do know is that the Enshi Sanatorium, led by Director Chen, is one of the most special sanatoriums.”

"Most of our sanatoriums are primarily for recuperation, not for treatment."

"But the sanatorium that Dean Chen Song previously led took the word 'sanatorium' to its extreme."

“With this level of expertise and this model, who wouldn’t love it, whether it’s the current or past leaders?” Zou Tao explained, then added.

"The older you get, the more afraid you are of dying."

This was a rather sensitive topic, and Fang Ziye did not participate in or answer it.

"Director Zou, thank you for informing me of this, but I am currently working at Zhongnan Hospital. If there are any other arrangements, Dean Chen will definitely inform me as well." Fang Ziye was still quite cautious.

"Of course, Professor Fang."

"I found out in advance that you, Professor Fang, will likely be the backbone of our team in the future. That's why I'm giving you a heads-up so we can get to know each other better."

"Professor Fang, if you have any free time, remember to call me anytime. We can find a time to go out for a few drinks." Zou Tao was here in advance to scout out the place and make an impression.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye looked surprised and doubtful for a moment, but in the end he couldn't figure out why Zou Tao had lied to him.

Fang Ziye could easily verify this with a simple phone call; there's no way he could lie about it.

Fang Ziye immediately sent a message to Chen Guangbai to verify.

Chen Guangbai called immediately, his voice quite angry: "Professor Fang, who told you all this? Give me his name, and I'll kick him out right now!"

In short, he only got angry and did not give Fang Ziye any advice.

They probably felt that Zou Tao's actions were pointless and unnecessary.

Chen Guangbai felt that now was not the time for Fang Ziye to know the whole truth!
Fang Ziye and Zou Tao didn't have a deep relationship, so he made their connection clear: "He said he was Zou Tao from the Donghu Sanatorium, and apparently from the logistics department."

Chen Guangbai said, "All of this is just a preliminary plan at the moment, and it still needs to be implemented."

"Professor Fang, as you know, when we first built the clinical area of ​​our Enshi Sanatorium, we actually envisioned it to be large-scale."

"But looking back now, the yard was actually too small."

"There are only thirty-six courtyards in total, which is really not enough to accommodate so many of our disciplines, and there are so many groups under these disciplines."

"That's why my father had other ideas."

"Professor Fang, it just so happens that you are at Zhongnan Hospital. Zhongnan Hospital has ready-made wards for high-ranking officials, and Donghu has a sanatorium. With a little expansion, it can be put into use immediately..."

"Professor Fang, you are the only one who can hold the banner of surgery at the sanatorium." Chen Guangbai's voice was firm and resolute.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye didn't think Chen Guangbai was deliberately praising him. Instead, he asked in return, "Mr. Chen, you have such a large business, are you just going to give it up like that?"

"This company has really been sold?"

Selling a company, in essence, means selling off the equity, and then only managing the profit sharing, no longer concerning oneself with the business operations.

This is also the culmination of Chen Guangbai's life's work.

"Professor Fang, I won't hide it from you anymore."

"Making money is important, and making medicine accessible to the public is also important, but for the advancement of medicine, both are secondary paths!"

"I think my life has been worthwhile. I've been reasonably successful in business and have been a doctor for many years. After weighing everything, I still think being a doctor is more meaningful," Chen Guangbai replied.

Fang Ziye then stopped asking Chen Song, Chen Guangbai, and the others how they had actually carried out the operation.

There is no need for this.

The result is the most important thing. If Chen Song and Chen Guangbai are willing to speak, there will always be a day when they will speak.

Asking further questions is useless.

After hanging up the phone again, Fang Ziye frowned.

Hey, at this rate, I might not be able to escape the sanatorium circle for most of my life.

Fortunately, the distance between Zhongnan Hospital and Donghu Sanatorium is not far, and it's manageable to make the round trip.

Practicing at multiple locations in different places is currently the mainstream practice for medical surgeons, and it is encouraged by national policies.

Shortly after the phone call ended, Luo Tingzhu made a video call.

However, Luo Tingzhu is no longer at the Enshi Sanatorium today. Instead, she went to Chengdu, where she is mainly responsible for the quality control and data collection of clinical pilot projects at West China Hospital and several hospitals in Sichuan Province.

Currently, the first batch of clinical trials are mainly concentrated in six locations.

Chengdu, Beijing, Shanghai, Wuhan, Guangzhou, and Shashi.

Chengdu, Beijing, Shanghai, and Wuhan need no explanation. The reason why the first batch of pilot cities was chosen to be Guangzhou is because of its well-established medical insurance system, and the reason why Shashi was chosen is because it is also located in Central China.

Fang Ziye was in charge of Wuhan, Luo Tingzhu was in charge of Chengdu, Nie Mingxian went to Shanghai, Liao Jia went to Beijing, Lan Tianluo went to Shashi, and Jie Han went to Guangzhou, making a total of six regions.

"Today, a teacher and a senior student took me to eat skewers in Chengdu!~"

"It's still so delicious." Luo Tingzhu sat on the hotel sofa like a cat, still savoring the taste.

"You need to be careful not to get bribed by them with skewers."

"Phase I clinical trials are prohibited from secondary invasive procedures," Fang Ziye said.

"Senior brother, do you think I'm so easily bribed?"

"Let me tell you, these past few days, I've been to the bone tumor department, and I've suddenly realized how wonderful it is to be free from illness and pain."

"In the bone tumor department, most of the patients are elderly people and children, and they all look extremely pitiful."

"I hope the prognosis will be better." Luo Tingzhu closed her eyes and began to pray sincerely.

Although animal experiments were conducted, the prognosis of animal experiments can only be determined within a limited timeframe.

Humans have a longer lifespan than most animals.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye silently prayed for a few seconds before his inner peace was broken by Luo Tingzhu's clear voice: "The teachers here also said that they want to send a few people to our hospital for an exchange and study for a period of time."

"They even asked me if our lab had any spots available for exchange programs. If so, they hoped to send a few students over to participate in the training for a period of time."

"So what did you reply?" Fang Ziye raised an eyebrow and asked.
Although Fang Ziye was very confident in his abilities, the person who said such things was, after all, from West China Hospital.

The fact that the other party wanted to send students for exchange and study made Fang Ziye feel instinctively uneasy and guilty about the status of West China Hospital in his heart.

This is the reputation and sense of pressure that generations of senior doctors at West China Hospital have built up over time, creating for other hospitals and individuals.

This is similar to the situation where someone from Tsinghua University suddenly says they want to come to your team for an exchange and learning, even if you come from an ordinary university. This would make many people feel uneasy and nervous.

"Me? Of course I'll say I'm just a nobody, my words don't count."

"Then the teacher and senior sister started teaching me the 'male ring'!" Luo Tingzhu said with a smile.

Fang Ziye immediately panicked.

"Pah, pah, pah, what nonsense!"

"Tingzhu, you absolutely mustn't follow their example," Fang Ziye quickly said.

Fang Ziye knows people from Sichuan and Chongqing, and has a girlfriend from Sichuan and Chongqing, but he only knows about the image of the Sichuan-Chongqing Tyrannosaurus Rex from legends.

Fang Ziye was also a little horrified that Luo Tingzhu had Sichuan and Chongqing blood, and if it were really activated by someone, he would be a little scared.

This is based on the experience of countless men.

Sichuan and Chongqing are known for their many Tyrannosaurus Rex, so be careful when choosing a wife!

"Then you should treat me to some skewers," Luo Tingzhu said in the local dialect.

“Sure, I’ll definitely get a few bosses from Chengdu and Yuzhou to open ten or eight skewers shops near our home in the future,” Fang Ziye assured Luo Tingzhu.

Luo Tingzhu then changed her tune: "Chen Xixian sent me a message. Dean Chen's condition is much better today than it was a while ago."

"He can eat on his own, but his speech is still not fluent, and his hands and feet are atrophied and weak. He is currently undergoing acupuncture, medication, massage and acupressure treatments."

Everything else at the sanatorium is running smoothly!

"Brother Wu Xuanqi has also been promoted; he has become the incoming leader of the surgical team."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye nodded: "Actually, he's still a bit lacking in experience, but cultivating young talents has always been Dean Chen Song's style."

Fang Ziye himself has been nominated as vice dean, so he can't just see his own benefits and think that other young people are not suitable for leadership positions.

"Senior, I heard that after we all left, your students had a blast. They didn't get back to their dorm until 4 a.m. last night. I don't know what they were doing."

"I've heard that Enshi isn't very safe. Be careful, you might have to go and bail someone out." Luo Tingzhu had heard too much; she was actually keeping an eye on these things for Fang Ziye.

"Okay, sure!"

"In fact, no matter how close the ages are between teachers and students, it is impossible for them to become too close to each other and be like friends."

"I don't know how to manage it."

"Let them be, as long as I'm doing my job every day."

“They’re all master’s and doctoral students now!” Fang Ziye shook his head slightly.

Luo Tingzhu laughed too, but then she suddenly said with some emotion, "Senior brother, the house looks so cozy. I wonder when we can live there together and not have to travel so much anymore."

"It shouldn't be long before it happens." Fang Ziye didn't tell Luo Tingzhu about the merger of the sanatorium.

Fang Ziye is not a talkative person.

"That would be great."

"Although the villas in Enshi are also very large, and I am relatively more familiar with them, I always feel that my own home is the most comfortable place to live."

"It would be even better if my dad could decipher it someday." Luo Tingzhu instinctively said this, then cautiously stopped talking.

Some things, some people, can only be supported by one's own body for a lifetime.

There's nothing we can do about it.

This is a form of protection for them.

There are some professions where retirement is impossible, and even if you do retire, the things you keep in your mind are too confidential.

While Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu were in silence, Fang Ziye's phone suddenly rang.

The call was from Liu Huanglong.

Fang Ziye quickly answered the call, selected speakerphone, and typed a message to Luo Tingzhu: "Professor Liu is calling, I'll take this call first."

"Okay!~"

"Ziye, come to the operating room immediately, it's extremely urgent!" Liu Huanglong's voice was extremely panicked.

“Teacher Liu, I’ve been drinking,” Fang Ziye replied.

"You have to come even if you've been drinking!"

"If you don't come soon, one of us, the patient and I, will be in an awkward situation."

"This patient suffered a sudden myocardial infarction during the operation. After thrombolysis and interventional therapy, they have now experienced massive bleeding and have an active retroperitoneal hematoma!"

“It might be DIC all over the body…” Liu Huanglong’s voice was urgent, and the instruments in his hands were still clanging.

"Okay, I'll take a taxi right away!" Although Fang Ziye had been drinking, Liu Huanglong had already said so, and the matter had become so urgent that Fang Ziye had no choice but to go.

Even if they cannot operate the procedure themselves, helping to design treatment plans and perform surgical procedures is still a form of assistance.

Being the eldest brother is tough.

My 'little brother' is in trouble, and he still has the ability to help. You're saying we shouldn't save him...?

(End of this chapter)