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Chapter 692 Disrespect for the Elderly and Lack of Respect for the Elderly! (Please Subscribe)

"Ziye, do you want to meet with the patient's family before the surgery? This morning during rounds, the patient's family was still asking me about you."

"I thought that Ziye, you've been back for a few days now, and you've already met with them all," Professor Du Yingshan suggested privately after the preoperative discussion ended.

Fang Ziye gently shook his head: "Professor Du, let's not meet before the surgery. I'm also going to be the surgeon, and I'm afraid that if we meet, I'll have some reservations."

"Practicing medicine for relatives is one of the most basic taboos in medicine, but fortunately, they are not too close."

"If the postoperative results are good, then everything will be fine."

"I hope we can still leave some room for maneuver."

Fang Ziye refused outright and thoroughly.

Even if Luo Tingzhu couldn't handle her family relationships, Fang Ziye, as Luo Tingzhu's boyfriend, should still have gone to meet Aunt Ruan and Liu Gaobo if he hadn't gone to Henan Province with Luo Tingzhu.

After going to Henan Province and meeting Luo Tingzhu's father, Luo Pan, Fang Ziye found himself unsure how to handle the relationship.

Some secrets and hardships, some people's struggles and experiences, can only be forever lost to the wheels of history.

There are some dark sides that you can't imagine, and they will never be laid bare in front of the public. Even after the truth is revealed, some people's experiences will not be made public, and they dare not.

The most widely recognized cruelty in history is actually just the tip of the iceberg.

Fang Ziye didn't know how these people were handled, so he didn't dare to disturb them, lest he reopen some deep wound...

There are many people in this world who are better at handling things and have more power than me. It's not up to Fang Ziye to reason and solve all the problems.

"It's good that doctors avoid contact with relatives."

"Guan Qiquan, you should go and inform the patient and his family that we should go to the operating room now to prepare for the operation. Together with Director Zhang Quan of the spinal surgery department, we will prepare a preparatory treatment plan for Liu Gaobo's spinal tumor using a 'micro-circulation device intervention' combined with chemotherapy."

"The entire surgery is expected to take about 45 minutes."

"It's 9:10 in the morning now. We'll officially start the procedure around 9:40 and finish at 10:25!" Professor Du Yingshan made the necessary surgical arrangements very meticulously.

Currently, the standard treatment principles for bone tumors remain unchanged!
Neoadjuvant chemoradiotherapy is administered before surgery to reduce the diameter of the tumor. After neoadjuvant chemoradiotherapy has been performed to a certain extent, surgical resection is performed. Postoperatively, periodic chemoradiotherapy is administered to completely kill the remaining tumor cells and prolong the patient's survival period.

To summarize in more detail: chemotherapy and radiotherapy, surgery, chemotherapy and radiotherapy again.

The combination of microcirculation device and interventional radiotherapy and chemotherapy is actually a new surgical procedure performed before and after surgery during the radiotherapy and chemotherapy phases.

It may seem like a pointless exercise, but it's actually very necessary.

According to animal studies, if combined with chemotherapy and radiotherapy, ablation can even replace resection if done well.

The space created after the ablation of tumors in the lumbar vertebrae can be treated with minimally invasive techniques such as PKP or PVP, allowing patients to abandon traditional resection, internal fixation, and repositioning procedures.

This is something to look forward to.

The group immediately stood up and began heading towards the operating room.

The spinal surgery department is not located in the orthopedic building, but in the surgical building, just one floor above the operating room, so everyone only needs to walk downstairs.

"Fang Ziye, based on the imaging findings and PET-CT results, Liu Gaobo's tumor stage is still quite promising."

"Personally, I feel that he may be able to achieve tumor ablation through combined chemotherapy, followed by PKP fixation therapy after the surgery, and the prognosis will be quite good."

"More importantly, with the intervention of the microcirculation device, chemotherapy can be circulated without going through the whole blood system, and the amount of chemotherapy drugs that patients can tolerate during the cycle is at least twice that of traditional chemotherapy."

"If the Phase I clinical trial goes well, Ziye, you have truly opened a whole new door for the treatment of our bone tumor specialty!" Du Yingshan spared no words of praise.

"I hope so. However, even with the intervention of microcirculation devices, the development of precise targeted chemotherapy drugs remains the positive direction for future cancer treatment research."

"After all, current clinical trials cannot fully predict long-term outcomes!"

"We have no say in the prognosis of tumor recurrence or tumor recurrence." Fang Ziye frowned and did not finish his sentence.

While the combination of microcirculation devices and chemotherapy regimens is impressive, it is not a panacea and cannot achieve perfect therapeutic effects.

Even if it's not perfect, its flaws don't detract from its overall brilliance and don't affect its 'greatness' once it matures!
The preoperative anesthesia and surgical procedure went very smoothly.

Professor Du Yingshan also said there was too much time.

Because the current surgery is not actually for treatment purposes, but rather a small procedure performed solely for the purpose of using the microcirculation device.

The operation process is actually not complicated.

If Liu Gaobo's tumor hadn't been located inside his vertebrae or in his limbs, Fang Ziye wouldn't have needed to take action himself.

The entire operation was completed in thirty-nine minutes.

Liu Gaobo was under light general anesthesia and woke up in the forty-seventh minute. When the post-operative care was completed, he was fully conscious as he walked out of the operating room with Fang Ziye and Huang Pengcheng.

Liu Gaobo recognized Fang Ziye, who was wearing a mask, and said with a smile, "Professor Fang, thank you for your hard work and for your trouble."

"It's alright, Uncle Liu."

"The microcirculation device is working very well. The next period will be chemotherapy, and I'll need your help, Auntie and Sister, to take good care of me!"

“Actually, if you’re in good condition at this stage, you can get out of bed with the lumbar support on, it’s just that not being able to shower will be a bit of a hassle,” Fang Ziye replied.

"It's good that I can get out of bed! It's good that I can get out of bed!"

"It would be wonderful if I could get out of bed and walk throughout the entire surgical period."

“When I went to the outpatient department of the Third Hospital before, the doctor there told me that I needed to have it cut, fixed, and have a steel plate inserted, and that I would have to lie in bed for many days. I was afraid…” Liu Gaobo said, but then realized that he had said too much.

"Anyway, thank you, Professor Fang."

Speaking ill of other hospitals in front of the doctors at Zhongnan Hospital was not something that would make Fang Ziye and his group happy.

Because Liu Gaobo can criticize Xiangya Third Hospital, but he can also criticize Zhongnan Hospital.

People who work in hospitals don't like patients talking badly about other hospitals. Even if there are some, it's not something an individual can reverse.

"Get some rest. This tough battle has only just begun." Fang Ziye patted Liu Gaobo on the shoulder.

Aunt Ruan Qiutao and Liu Xia were waiting at the entrance of the operating room. After Liu Gaobo arrived, they thanked Fang Ziye again.

However, since Liu Gaobo was about to return to his ward, the two of them didn't linger for too long.

The attending physician was responsible for taking the patient home, but Fang Ziye and Huang Pengcheng only symbolically escorted him to the operating room door before watching him leave.

After everything was over, Huang Pengcheng turned slightly and lowered his voice, saying, "Ziye, could you teach me how to operate this miniature circulation device in private?"

"While it may not be of much use to you, it's a god-tier skill for us in our major."

Huang Pengcheng, an associate professor working under Professor Du Yingshan, looked on with anticipation.

“Brother Cheng, it’s not that I’m unwilling to teach you, but Professor Liu and his team have already developed a standardized procedure for the more common pathways of the microcirculator.”

"The rest is individualized design, there are no specific rules to speak of, and I haven't summarized them well yet."

"Orthopedic tumors grow in all sorts of strange locations, and they don't follow any set pattern. They're not like severed limbs, which are just very simple segments."

"It's really not that I'm unwilling to teach, brother," Fang Ziye explained tactfully.

Upon hearing this, Huang Pengcheng sighed, "How come there's no operational routine or shortcut for creating an original technology?"

Being a doctor is so hard!

"Haha, but it's okay if I can't learn it. I'm definitely going to be your brother!" Huang Pengcheng said, and quickly took out his phone.

"Open the code, I'll scan it!"

"I've never had a chance to add you as a friend before, but now that we've met, I absolutely can't let this opportunity pass me by."

Huang Pengcheng skillfully opened the screen and WeChat. Despite his thick eyebrows and big eyes, he was remarkably thoughtful.

"Although I could ask other guys to send me your WeChat, I still feel that it's not polite enough."

"Of course you have to ask for their contact information in person, don't you think, brother?"

Fang Ziye smiled and held out his phone: "Brother Cheng, you're right."

"Let's grab drinks sometime next time we're free!"

Huang Pengcheng said, "Ziye, don't always focus on your brothers in trauma surgery and hand surgery. There are still many brothers in our orthopedics department who are waiting for you to come and treat them."

Fang Ziye nodded in agreement.

"Brother Cheng, if there's nothing else, I'll head back now!"

"This Liu Gaobo is my uncle. I'd appreciate it if you could take good care of him."

Huang Pengcheng patted his chest and assured him, appearing honest and trustworthy: "No problem, Professor Fang, your uncle and my uncle are definitely the same."

Fang Ziye then left the operating room first.

There were no special surgeries scheduled for today in the trauma surgery department. When Fang Ziye returned to the department last night after drinking, he glanced at the basic information of the patients scheduled for surgery today.

"Tingzhu, Uncle Liu's microcirculation device has been installed. His chemotherapy plan was personally determined by Professor Hu Pingdong from the Department of Bone Diseases and Professor Tu Chao from the Department of Oncology." Fang Ziye sent a voice message to Luo Tingzhu.

Professor Tu Chao is a newly appointed renowned professor in the Department of Oncology at Zhongnan Hospital. Although he is not the ward director and has relatively little seniority, he enjoys a good reputation within the hospital.

Those in the know understand that in the oncology department of Zhongnan Hospital, consulting Tu Chao is probably a tiny bit more reliable than consulting other more renowned professors.

Luo Tingzhu appeared silent all morning, but in reality, she was always ready: "That's good, thank you for your hard work, Senior Brother."

"I was just a little nervous, otherwise I would have liked to come back and see Uncle Liu."

"You should just stay and watch over your bone tumor department. Where did you go today? West China Second Hospital?" Fang Ziye asked.

"No, I'm still at West China Hospital today. I'm working on another team, and I'll be going to Sichuan Provincial People's Hospital tomorrow."

"Um... wait a minute, I have something to do here..." Fang Ziye heard cursing as he approached the trauma surgery department of the orthopedic building.

"Your orthopedics department is really bullying us. It's one thing to give you a whole building for orthopedics, but how many operating rooms did you get?"

"Do you still want it now?"

"Our entire department, with three teams, will eventually share one operating room. Your trauma surgery team already has two operating rooms, isn't that enough? You want another one?"

"Do you have any shame?"

"Anyone who didn't know better would think your department is number one in the country, or even the world." The voice came from a middle-aged man with a receding hairline, and his cursing was very harsh.

The person smiling obsequiously in the trauma surgery department right now is Associate Professor Chen Fang: "Professor Teng, calm down and have a sip of water first."

"We are unaware of the issue you reported."

"Our current head of trauma surgery is Yuan Weihong, who has only recently taken office and is relatively inexperienced!"

"If you want to say that we fought and snatched things in the hospital, then come and scold us, we'll accept it."

"But as you know, neither Director Yuan, nor the former Director Deng, nor Director Han Yuanxiao have ever mentioned this matter."

"Why did the hospital's medical affairs department make this arrangement? You should ask them. Complaining to us won't do any good."

“We didn’t ask for it, but the hospital insisted on giving us one…” Chen Fang’s words were cut short when Professor Teng slammed his hand on the table.

"what do you mean?"

"So it's because your orthopedics department is superior? You don't want it, but the hospital insists on forcing it on you. Is our burn unit so useless that the hospital took it away because they saw we couldn't use the operating room?"

Professor Teng slammed his fist on the table again: "Is that what you mean?"

"You didn't say it openly, but who knows if there were any connections or favors made behind the scenes? Is that Deng Yong from your trauma surgery department a good guy?"

"If he were in ancient times, he would definitely be a eunuch caught in the middle, trying to please everyone. He would appear righteous and awe-inspiring on the surface, but secretly harbor treachery..."

"And what's this Yuan Weihong guy all about? I've heard."

Fang Ziye happened to be walking to the door at that moment. He had already walked around it and was about to continue eating melons with Luo Tingzhu.

But Professor Teng directly attacked his teacher personally, which Fang Ziye could not tolerate.

"Knock knock knock!" Fang Ziye knocked on the door and then pushed it open.

"Teacher Chen, are you busy? I need to talk to you urgently."

Chen Fang winked at Fang Ziye, signaling him to hurry up and leave.

But Fang Ziye was determined to shut Professor Teng up, so he wasn't going to leave like that: "Professor Chen, there's something urgent."

Who is this teacher?

Professor Teng said, "Go and talk to me if you have something to say. I didn't come here to talk to you!"

"Get Yuan Weihong over here. Call him over even while you're on the operating table!"

"I need to have a serious talk with him, and see what he's got to say."

"What is that? It pooped on my face!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye looked Professor Teng up and down again and said, "Professor, please calm down."

"My teacher is performing surgery right now. You're suggesting calling to get him off the operating table. Unless there are special circumstances, that's not appropriate, is it?"

Professor Teng said, "Isn't the current situation unusual? Isn't it urgent?"

“If this matter isn’t clarified today, I’ll come every day. I’ve already been here for four days.”

“Tell your teacher that if he doesn’t show up and give me an explanation, and tries to hide like a coward, I’ll come to your department for tea every day from now on!” Professor Teng started acting like a rogue.

Fang Ziye called Chen Fang out. Actually, it wasn't anything important; he just wanted to get Professor Teng to shut up.

Professor Teng is a full professor, so it's perfectly reasonable for him to say a few words about Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong.

Out of sight, out of mind. It doesn't matter how much he curses in private, but if Fang Ziye hears it, he still has to deal with it accordingly.

Of course, they wouldn't confront Professor Teng head-on.

The other party is angry right now, so reasoning with them won't work.

……

After chatting with Luo Tingzhu for a few minutes, Fang Ziye went to the operating room. After washing his hands and getting on the operating table, he stood in the assistant's seat and told his master about Professor Teng's disturbance in the department.

Yuan Weihong shook his head and said, "What can we do?"

"On the surface, it's their burn unit that's at a disadvantage."

"To be precise, since our hospital established the cosmetic surgery department, the number of patients in the burn department has been decreasing. In the past six months, the number of surgeries and outpatient visits has decreased by nearly one-third."

“They used to be able to perform cosmetic procedures and flap surgeries, but now those have been reassigned, and it’s really unreasonable that they’re still taking up two operating rooms.”

"Professor Teng has indeed been here for several days. He can't reason with people in the hospital, so he came to our department to cause trouble."

"They just want us, the hand surgery department, to relinquish some of our surgical authority."

“But that’s a disease under the hand surgery department, I wouldn’t dare ask for it.” Although Yuan Weihong hadn’t met Professor Teng in person, as the ward director, he was perfectly aware of Professor Teng’s intentions.

The burn unit is very important!
Every hospital must have a burn unit, but the burn unit is a department with very clear cyclical patterns.

Previously, it was a seasonal phenomenon, but now it's a department with a much higher degree of randomness.

As the number of burn patients decreases and the specialization of burn departments becomes more refined, the number of burn patients is decreasing, which is an inevitable trend!
"So that's how it is? I was wondering why Professor Teng came over to yell at people." Fang Ziye nodded and began to assist.

However, after only a few minutes of operation, Fang Ziye stepped down and gave up his position to Brother Qin Geluo as the first assistant, while he himself moved to the third assistant position, becoming the true core of technical control.

Every time Yuan Weihong looked up, he could hear Fang Ziye say, "It's okay, Master, do whatever you want!"

"Anything is fine!"

This is Fang Ziye's confidence, and also the backbone of the team.

Upon hearing Fang Ziye's authorization, Yuan Weihong grew bolder.

While it wasn't a case of doing things recklessly, some ideas that were originally just for implementation gradually became reality.

Having someone to back you up makes you the best material for learning surgery, especially for experienced doctors like Yuan Weihong. What's truly frightening is not having the opportunity or the courage...

Originally, Yuan Weihong should have been very cautious, since as he grew stronger, even Deng Yong would find it difficult to protect him anymore. However, because of Fang Ziye's presence, the role of 'safety net' was filled, and for the next few years, Yuan Weihong wouldn't have to worry about making mistakes that were beyond Fang Ziye's reach.

Performing surgery doesn't require everyone to achieve a perfect 100% objective standard. As long as you achieve 90% or more within your own standards, you can reverse the patient's prognosis. This margin of error is the essence of a hospital's strength...

At 12:17, Yuan Weihong led Qin Geluo off the stage with a flourish, leaving Li Nuo behind to guard the operating room and oversee the final stages of the operation. With a wave of his hand, he said, "Speed ​​up the surgical turnaround time. Let's try to finish this battle before 5 p.m. today."

“Okay, Wei-ge!” the circulating nurse replied very steadily.

After Yuan Weihong left the operating room, Lin Fangzhong and Gong Luoyuan, along with several other professional master's degree holders in charge of the ward, also filed out. Today, Liu Haihua, the current 'senior master's student,' led the way, quickly catching up to Fang Ziye's side.

"Brother Ye, are you free to come to the training room for a bit tonight?"

"Your fellow disciples have been waiting for you for a long time."

Fang Ziye last went to the training room on September 25th, which was half a month ago. Fang Ziye glanced at Yuan Weihong and, knowing that the other party had no plans, said, "Then I'll just cancel the dinner I don't want to go to today."

"I'll come after dinner tonight."

Teaching is the fundamental and long-term source of improving knowledge, and Fang Ziye cannot be abandoned.

After much thought, Fang Ziye still felt that conducting scientific research and teaching through online live streaming was unreliable. The teaching of formal medical professional skills and scientific research skills should maintain the traditional, current methods.

To avoid causing unnecessary trouble and backlash.

Doing some science popularization online can attract some people to know about Zhongnan Hospital and Fang Ziye, and that's enough.

"That's great! I'll reply in the group chat. Yuanpei and the others will definitely be very excited." Liu Haihua quickly took out his phone after his successful mission.

After they stopped and went to the wrong line, they started chattering and sending out group messages.

Qin Geluo could clearly hear the voices of Liu Haihua and the others, and could only helplessly reveal his envy.

Liu Haihua and the others were at the age where they should be learning, so they could openly ask Fang Ziye to teach them.

Fang Ziye was their senior, while Qin Geluo was, in a sense, Fang Ziye's teacher and senior. Given that his position was not legitimate, he would have to put in a lot more effort to get Fang Ziye to guide him.

"Brother Wei, our team's rhythm is getting smoother and smoother. Do you think we could schedule three surgeries a day in the future?" Qin Geluo suggested.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong immediately shook his head: "It's best not to."

"First, we are human beings, not high-speed machines, and we need to balance work and rest. The surgeries we perform now should prioritize quality."

"Secondly, sharpening the axe won't delay the work of chopping wood. Our most important task at present is to improve the overall strength of all of us, so that we can all grow to the level of being able to stand on our own."

"Ge Luo, don't you usually check the institute's information? Our Optics Valley branch is expected to be completed by the end of this year—and will be officially operational by the middle of next year."

"What if you get assigned there and there's no Ziye to support you? Or maybe I'll be the one taking you there? What will you do then?"

Zhongnan Hospital is indeed planning to build a new Optics Valley branch, but this matter has very little relevance to Qin Geluo, and he hasn't paid much attention to it.

Yuan Weihong's suggestion was not unfounded. Although Yuan Weihong is the "administrative director" of the Department of Trauma Surgery, his position is not legitimate.

With Professor Gong Jiahe's arrival at Zhongnan Hospital, it was only natural that Professor Du Xinzhan would step aside.

Although Deng Yong is known as the "third-in-command" in Hubei Province, there is still a big gap between him and "national-level" experts like Duan Hong.

Professor Gong Jiahe is comparable to Professor Duan Hong of Tongji Hospital, and his qualifications, reputation, and technical skills are all at the forefront in the country.

Currently, in the Department of Trauma Surgery, Gong Jiahe is the leading professor, and Yuan Weihong is the administrative director. Even if Professor Gong Jiahe doesn't say anything, the internal structure and layout are not very formal.

"Third, our department's current development plan still requires refinement, focus, and excellence, rather than quantity!" Yuan Weihong had calmed his mindset and adhered to the philosophy of doing one thing to the extreme.

Qin Geluo nodded and said nothing more.

……

It was exactly six o'clock in the afternoon.

Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong left the operating room. Although Yuan Weihong had expected to finish the operation before 5 p.m., the functional reconstruction surgery performed this afternoon after the damage reconstruction surgery still had some unexpected and tricky procedures.

Even after the problem was discovered, Fang Ziye, who took over the surgery at four o'clock, still spent nearly two more hours before the surgery was brought to a relatively satisfactory state.

“I won’t keep you company if you order takeout in the office, but I can arrange a boxed lunch for you,” Yuan Weihong said, turning his head to Fang Ziye, knowing that Fang Ziye had agreed to teach in the skills training room that evening.

“Master, no need, you should go back and keep Xiao Qi company,” Fang Ziye hurriedly replied.

"I can order takeout myself! ~ I'll ask Zhou Ge if he wants to come along."

As they spoke, the two filed into the trauma surgery ward, went straight to the office to change out of their white coats, and then went to routinely inspect the patients who had undergone surgery that morning.

Lin Fangzhong, who was on duty, immediately followed behind the two and reported in detail the patient's vital signs and drainage volume every hour since the patient left the operating room.

The patient has been awake for six hours, has had some water, and is about to drink some porridge...

"You've been awake from anesthesia for so long, it's okay to drink some thin porridge."

"What you need to do now is rest well and follow our daily functional rehabilitation instructions for phased functional exercises!"

"We can't force it, but it's best not to shortchange them either." Yuan Weihong is very calm when facing patients and their families.

"Thank you, Professor Yuan. Thank you, Professor Fang. We will definitely cooperate."

"My husband has been envious of the other patients who can walk and exercise freely in the ward. I will definitely not skimp on anything," the patient's wife assured him repeatedly.

Holding a small fruit platter, she said, "Professor Yuan, these are some fruits we brought along. Please don't mind them, Professor Fang, have some."

"Thank you for your hard work."

"No need, you can keep the fruit for yourselves, otherwise our office will have to be turned into a fruit wholesale store!"

"As you can see, it's already stuffed with a lot of fruit, which your family members put there when no one was looking."

"But there's really no need for that. It would be a waste of food and money. We deeply appreciate your good intentions!"

"Professor Fang and I still need to work on tomorrow's surgical case. You all get some rest. Don't see us off, and definitely don't bring us anything."

"Get some rest and recuperation!"

After confirming that there were no other unusual discomforts, the three left the ward amidst the family's thanks.

Yuan Weihong had only completed two circles with his hands on his hips when Lin Fangzhong's deep voice reached his ear: "Master, Professor Teng hasn't left yet!"

Yuan Weihong's movements were stiff, and he turned his head in surprise to look at his student.

"He's still in the director's office. Professor Chen Fang has already left." Lin Fangzhong knew Yuan Weihong was in a bad mood, so he could only report the truth.

"Alas!~"

"Ziye, order some food first, then come with me to meet this Teacher Teng." Yuan Weihong pressed his fist against his forehead.

Fang Ziye turned to Lin Fangzhong and said, "Two servings of roasted meat rice. Ask Brother Zhou; if he wants them, we'll have three."

"Add meat and chili, but no rice. I'll transfer the money to you later."

Lin Fangzhong is Yuan Weihong's student, a seven-year program. He joined the department this September, and was in the same batch as Hu Qingyuan.

Yuan Weihong's stern face softened the moment he entered the director's office, his ingratiating voice seemingly capable of melting the walls of the organization's otherwise rigid office: "Teacher Teng... Teacher Teng, I'm so sorry!"

"The surgery is only just starting; I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Professor Teng had actually been sitting in his office all day. Hearing this casually, he turned his head and said, "Director Yuan, you're not planning to hide anymore and are willing to come and meet me?"

Yuan Weihong quickly gestured for Fang Ziye to refill the tea, saying, "Teacher Teng, look at what you're saying, I wasn't hiding at all."

"We have surgeries scheduled every day, and the surgeries have already begun. We can't just ignore them, can we?"

When Fang Ziye arrived at the tea station, he found that Professor Teng was also quite impolite, having finished all the tea leaves that Yuan Weihong had taken out.

However, Fang Ziye did not complain and dutifully took a new box.

"Director Yuan, let's not beat around the bush!"

"Just tell me, you've bullied this old comrade of mine. What are you going to do about it?" Professor Teng bluntly stated, his tone sharp and authoritative.

Yuan Weihong smiled politely and said, "Teacher Teng, you're being too kind. I really can't accept that. You need to tell me clearly who is bullying you, Teacher Teng."

Teng Yuanzhen stopped keeping him in suspense and crossed his legs again: "Our burn unit's operating room has been assigned to your trauma surgery department."

"Your trauma surgery department already has two operating rooms of your own! ~ There are two."

"Our burn unit's operating room is still shared with the geriatric surgery unit."

"Isn't this a case of some suffering from drought while others are drowning in floods?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong interrupted, "Professor Teng, this is an arrangement made by the hospital's medical affairs department; our trauma surgery department didn't mention it!"

Teng Yuanzhen sneered upon hearing this: "You didn't mention it, but didn't you guys flatter yourselves so well that you made some of the patients in your department feel comfortable?"

"So they bully others by abusing their power and seek personal gain!"

"Now everyone knows that your trauma surgery department is part of the VIP ward."

Yuan Weihong immediately locked the door to the director's office: "Professor Teng, please watch your words!"

"Our hospital does have wards for high-ranking officials, but those are under the jurisdiction of the geriatrics department and have absolutely nothing to do with our trauma surgery department!"

"As for the allocation of operating rooms, it is arranged by the Medical Affairs Department and the Operating Department based on the surgical volume of each specialty."

"Why are you now blaming me?"

"If you believe that I went there crying and shouting to steal it, please provide evidence, and I will apologize immediately and apply to return the operating room to you."

"But you cannot falsely accuse someone of something that didn't happen."

"Using one's age to act superior is not a good thing," Yuan Weihong replied rather bluntly.

It was also because Yuan Weihong didn't want to make a big fuss; otherwise, if Li Guohua or Professor Xiong Zhizhang from the Department of Trauma Surgery had come here, they could have beaten Teng Yuanzhen out without him daring to fight back.

Teng Yuanzhen's face twitched instantly. Although he knew Yuan Weihong was sharp-tongued, having his pretense exposed still made him feel slightly ashamed: "Director Yuan, honest people don't speak so bluntly!"

"It's tough for us in the burn unit. We don't have many surgeries to begin with, and if the surgeries aren't scheduled in a timely manner, some patients might leave."

"Director Yuan, you should know that our burn unit is a relatively traditional department, and the range of surgeries we perform is currently limited."

"How about we discuss it? Could you borrow our ward's operating room from the trauma surgery department for a few days?"

"I don't need more, just two days a week is enough, just keep up the previous surgical schedule."

"I hope you can understand the difficulties our department is facing."

“Our burn unit can’t compare to your orthopedics department,” Teng Yuanzhen said, her voice trembling with emotion.

However, Yuan Weihong was not buying it at all: "Teacher Teng, are you talking about traditional departments?"

"Right now, how many specialties in the entire hospital are more traditional than our trauma surgery department? Huh?"

"Our trauma orthopedics has existed for at least several thousand years."

"Now some of the better town hospitals can perform fracture surgery. How long has it been since our department performed a simple fracture surgery?"

"When our trauma orthopedics department was facing difficulties before, did the hospital consider our feelings?"

"At the beginning of the 21st century, the surgical skills of prefecture-level city hospitals and county hospitals developed rapidly, which led to a sharp drop in the number of trauma patients in our level hospitals."

"At that time, the senior professors in our department also pleaded on behalf of others, saying that our trauma orthopedics department had a tradition, but what was the result?"

"When it comes to preserving tradition, you can't fool us in the trauma orthopedics department!"

The burn unit can at least admit some fracture patients, but the trauma surgery unit hasn't admitted any patients with purely symptomatic treatment for a long time.

Just then, Fang Ziye had already brewed the tea and offered it to Teng Yuanzhen and his teacher respectively. He used large, sterilized glass cups instead of the special cups that Yuan Weihong had bought.

Upon hearing this, Teng Yuanzhen's breath hitched several times.

"That...that..."

"Director Yuan, could you do me a favor? Right now, our hospital's hand surgery department is handling a huge volume of surgeries. Since they don't perform skin flap transplants anyway, why don't you go and discuss it with Director Liu?"

"If they're unwilling to perform those surgeries, they should just transfer the direct surgical authority to our department," Teng Yuanzhen suggested as a second-best option.

Perhaps this was Teng Yuanzhen's main purpose in coming.

Yuan Weihong laughed and refused again: "Professor Teng, the direct jurisdiction of hand surgery is a family matter between our brother departments. Even an upright official would find it difficult to settle family disputes."

"I can't bring myself to say it. If anyone is going to say it, it's Professor Teng who will have to do it."

Teng Yuanzhen slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly, furious: "Yuan Weihong, you won't listen to me no matter what I suggest, what exactly do you want?"

Yuan Weihong also slammed his hand on the table and stood up: "Teacher Teng, it's very simple."

"Do whatever you want!"

"If you want to go back to the operating room, go to the medical affairs department yourself. If you want direct access to the flap transplant surgery, go to the hand surgery department yourself."

"This is your freedom."

"I'm just doing the work; I'm following the hospital's instructions."

Yuan Weihong then raised his voice several octaves, looking threateningly at Teng Yuanzhen's raised hand, and said warily, "Are you going to make a move again?"

Just kidding, if you hit me I'll fight back.

Teng Yuanzhen watched as Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong, two burly men, instantly withdrew their hands and slammed their fists on the table.

"A dog relying on its master's power!"

Yuan Weihong also suppressed his anger and said, "Teacher Teng, the hospital is actually relatively fair."

"If you believe that the burn unit has potential for development, or if you can lead the burn unit to the forefront of the country, you can lead the burn unit staff to make a pledge, right?"

Upon hearing this, Teng Yuanzhen's face instantly fell: "Me?"

“I can’t learn from you…that bunch of brutes.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's eyes narrowed.

Although Teng Yuanzhen did not say it explicitly, Fang Ziye could roughly guess that the senior members of the Department of Orthopedics at Zhongnan Hospital must have worked hard for the development of orthopedics during their prime years.

Making a pledge is not a good 'choice'!
It's like putting the lives of an entire generation on the line; if they fail to fulfill the pledge, they'll all have to resign...

In their time, could they really be so reckless?
The faces of old men like Li Guohua and Xiong Zhizhang froze in that instant; they were no longer just symbols.

Zhongnan Hospital was originally just Hubei Provincial Medical College, which was only a junior college!
It was only merged into Seoul National University at the beginning of the 21st century; at that time, Chungnam Hospital had only been upgraded to a top-tier hospital for ten years!
In just over a decade, veterans like Li Guohua managed to elevate the Department of Orthopedics at Zhongnan Hospital to one of the top three in the province from such a humble background!
That's how we were able to enjoy the benefits we have, and the hardships we endured are unimaginable to ordinary people.

"Teacher Teng, you're unwilling to do this and unwilling to do that."

"Then please have a safe journey, and I won't see you off."

"Since you know our department is full of reckless brutes, then don't cause trouble before I call over our department's senior members."

"In orthopedics, we can be reasonable or unreasonable, we can use force or not."

"Please leave, no need to see me off!" Yuan Weihong casually unlocked the door and opened it without any courtesy.

Yuan Weihong has an upright posture!

During Yuan Weihong's postgraduate studies, the status of the Department of Orthopedics at Zhongnan Hospital had improved slightly, but Yuan Weihong still suffered under the guidance of his teacher, Professor Chu.

Therefore, he knew how difficult it was for orthopedics to develop, and he couldn't just hand over the resources he had worked so hard to obtain.

When there's a piece of fatty meat right in front of you, there's no reason not to take a bite!
If you suffer, you'll suffer; if you enjoy the good life, you'll enjoy the good life!
Now that things have developed to this point, Yuan Weihong can only accept it and, on this basis, push trauma surgery further forward; there is no turning back!

"Master, the tea is still hot." Fang Ziye added at the right time.

Upon hearing this, Teng Yuanzhen trembled. Looking at Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong, who showed no respect for the elderly, he waved his sleeve and turned away.

But instead of Yuan Weihong's attempt to persuade him to stay, they were met with the loud slamming of the director's office door.

Teng Yuanzhen opened and closed his mouth several times in silence before leaving the trauma surgery department.

In the office, Fang Ziye picked up his teacup and asked, "Master, what is this 'military order' that Professor Teng mentioned?"

(End of this chapter)