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Fang Ziye spoke calmly, placing the teacup that was meant for Professor Teng Yuanzhen aside, and then slightly shifting his body to make way for Yuan Weihong to enter.

Yuan Weihong didn't hide anything: "The so-called military order is exactly what it sounds like."

"Back then, everyone was poor, and resources were extremely scarce. If you wanted preferential treatment, you had to be bold and take risks."

"Times have changed, and the older generation never teaches these things anymore."

"I don't know much about it either. I guess only Professor Deng and Professor Han Yuanxiao's generation know the details. Professor Deng also took risks for you."

Yuan Weihong also commended Deng Yong, never secretly harming him behind his back.

Deng Yong's fundamental principle of prioritizing the business of fraternal interests has never changed.

Yuan Weihong sat down, picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and squinted his eyes as he savored the moment: "Our Zhongnan Hospital's platform may not be that great, but our orthopedics platform has always been excellent."

“We were designated as a national key specialty a long time ago, so we have never neglected to provide you with the necessary resources.”

"Even if you go to other places, you may not get as much as you do here. After all, the bigger the place, the more people there are to share the resources."

At this point, Yuan Weihong uttered a self-praising remark.

Fang Ziye has long since passed the "work unit decision-making period," and Yuan Weihong's words were not just empty talk.

Fang Ziye said, "Master, with you and Teacher Deng here, I am never afraid of being taken advantage of here, and I feel more at ease and comfortable."

"When you go to other places, no matter how strong your foundation is, you will inevitably have to consider interpersonal relationships, who to please, and who not to offend..."

A longitudinal comparison between Zhongnan Hospital and sanatoriums reveals that sanatoriums certainly have better resources, but they also have stronger frameworks and constraints.

Chen Song was also good at Fang Ziye, but certainly not as good as Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong.

That's what family and background are all about.

“That’s true!” Yuan Weihong slowly put down his teacup.

"Everyone has their own origin and destination. Even Liu Huanglong, who went to Peking Union Medical College Hospital and seemed to be doing very well, was not as comfortable as he was at Zhongnan Hospital."

Fang Ziye's palm twitched slightly, causing his fingers to clench: "Isn't Teacher Liu's father-in-law... you know? How can Teacher Liu be held back at Peking Union Medical College Hospital?"

"That's what it is, and it's not a panacea!"

Yuan Weihong crossed his legs, stroked his chin, and, taking advantage of the fact that the topic had just come to mind, offered a suggestion: "A local official is more powerful than a distant one, and we're not even in the same field."

"Giving you face is a favor, not giving it is your right."

"Look at the academicians and bigwigs from the School of Hydraulic and Hydroelectric Engineering, do you think they can really crush one of our well-known professors from Zhongnan Hospital?"

"Even if he could, he shouldn't do it."

"The development of Peking Union Medical College Hospital wasn't built on Liu Huanglong's... you know. So how much of Liu Huanglong's glory can it benefit from?"

"In summary, Liu Huanglong benefited the most."

"Peking Union Medical College Hospital was just a stepping stone for Liu Huanglong!"

Fang Ziye was slightly puzzled and asked, "Then Teacher Liu went back to Zhongnan Hospital?"

“Every hospital and every specialty has its own unique lineage.”

"As long as Professors Wen Dongfang and Zhu Weiguo of the Hand Surgery Department are still alive, Liu Huanglong won't be able to completely lord it over the department!"

"This includes Professor Ni Yaoping as well."

"Is it really that easy to step down from the position of director like Professor Li Guohua and still remain at the hospital to teach?"

"In other words, as long as Deng Yong and I are still around, no matter how high you, Fang Ziye, jump, there will be a constraint."

“When we stop thinking about ourselves and start thinking about developing a platform, you, Fang Ziye, won’t be able to do whatever you want.”

"We will weigh the pros and cons from a broader perspective."

"Liu Huanglong's return from Peking Union Medical College Hospital is at most a case of one advantage and one disadvantage, so of course he'll choose this path!"

"Professor Li and Professor Xiong, and their generation, have devoted themselves to the development of our orthopedics department, which is why we have the team we have today."

"Moreover, Ziye, a person's life is very long."

"In such a long river, very few people can maintain their original intention at every stage and persevere to the end with that intention."

"Like Professor Dong Yaohui, Professor Deng Yong, Professor Han Yuanxiao..."

"Do you really think that Professor Dong Yaohui was wrong? Professor Deng Yong was also terribly wrong? And Professor Han Yuanxiao is really not worth mentioning?" Yuan Weihong tried his best to tell Fang Ziye everything he knew, doing his utmost to help him broaden his horizons.

This is no longer teaching; it's the final step in recommending someone as a teacher.

Fang Ziye's current understanding and vision are no less than Yuan Weihong's, and may even be higher.

However, Yuan Weihong had a slight advantage due to his age, so he tried to share everything he knew to expand Fang Ziye's 'knowledge blind spots'!
“Master, the current predicament faced by the burn unit is something our trauma surgery department also encountered back then, right?” Fang Ziye asked.

Yuan Weihong nodded: "Of course!"

“Every specialty must face this dilemma in the process of development.”

"At that time, our orthopedics department only had two subspecialties: trauma and hand surgery."

"At that time, the older generation had three options: one was to focus on developing hand surgery and strive to include more hand-related diseases."

"Or we could add more subspecialties, such as joint surgery, sports medicine, and bone tumors, moving from a group to a department..."

"Professors Li Guohua and Xiong Zhizhang have chosen to further their expertise in trauma surgery, focusing on complex fractures and nonunions, which are more difficult to operate on and which others are unwilling to tackle."

"It took many years of hard work, and with the help of other professors in trauma surgery, we managed to find a way out."

"Later, times changed very quickly!~"

"Just before our hospital's patient base is about to dry up again, and before the technical level of complex fractures in prefecture-level city hospitals is also improved, Ziye, you have developed a new direction for disease treatment."

"Therefore, our trauma surgery department does not need to worry about the source of patients, and our hand surgery department can also transform towards the most cutting-edge diseases."

"The source of a hospital's patients is the people. The people who come here to see you are the foundation of the hospital and its departments. You must truly solve the patients' problems before you can talk about development."

"otherwise?"

At this point, Yuan Weihong added, "Of course, it also needs to develop in order to gain the patients' approval..."

Yuan Weihong chatted with Fang Ziye for a while, exchanging a few words, before leaving just before the barbecue rice Fang Ziye ordered arrived.

Chief Resident Jin Hongzhou also arrived early. As soon as he entered the room, he started shoveling food into his mouth like a starving ghost, fully embodying the essence of the phrase "eat as much as you can."

When Fang Ziye and Lin Fangzhong had only eaten half of their meal, Jin Hongzhou had already started rubbing his stomach. He habitually put the chief resident's consultation phone on the table and leaned back in his chair.

"It feels so good to be full! ~"

Then he glanced at Fang Ziye and said, "But Ziye, you must feel more comfortable eating like this."

"Brother Zhou, you've worked hard!" Fang Ziye took a bottle of chilled drink from the small refrigerator and handed it to him.

"It's not hard work, but you're not having it any easier than me. The things you think about and the pressure you face all day long are things I wouldn't dare touch right now."

Jin Hongzhou was close in age to Fang Ziye, and the iced coffee Fang Ziye offered him made him exceptionally clear-headed: "I've heard about it."

"The kind of emergency that the hand surgery department encountered last night!"

"It's only because Ziye is quick-witted that the hand surgery department might be holding a death case discussion meeting today."

Jin Hongzhou wouldn't dare say that Fang Ziye's life is comfortable now.

Physical labor is all about enduring; how much you endure is just a matter of quantity.

The lift Fang Ziye is currently performing is something that can only be done by those with sufficient skill; if they cannot do it, then only human lives can be sacrificed!
It may also be accompanied by various forms of mental stress for a team!
Upon hearing this, Lin Fangzhong glanced at Fang Ziye in astonishment, and then, imitating Fang Ziye, handed Lin Fangzhong a bottle of drink.

Jin Hongzhou reached out his right hand and slapped Lin Fangzhong's hand: "You're obviously still immature. Is it appropriate for you to hand your senior brother Fang this fast food drink right now?"

"He has enough time. You won't go bankrupt ordering just one coffee, will you?"

Lin Fangzhong is a seven-year undergraduate and master's student. He has just entered clinical practice and it is obvious that he has no clinical experience.

Lin Fangzhong readily agreed and immediately asked with a smile, "Brother Zhou, what would you like to drink?"

"Me? Anything is fine, as long as it's iced."

"I'm not sure."

"Beep beep beep beep..." Before Jin Hongzhou could finish speaking, his phone rang.

Jin Hongzhou picked it up and said, "I'm not going to say anything more. I'm going to the emergency operating room. I might as well work myself to death sooner or later."

Jin Hongzhou stood up briskly and rushed outside.

After asking Fang Ziye what he wanted to drink, Lin Fangzhong placed the order and then said, "Senior brother, being hospitalized must be really tough. Were you and Brother Zhou going through something similar before?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye smiled slightly: "That's quite a difference."

"Now, if Brother Zhou encounters a patient he can't handle, he can just call and get more people."

“In the past, my two teachers told me that if I encountered a problem, I should never call them to solve it, but instead call them directly to take the blame.”

A year has passed since my last hospital stay, but the events that occurred during that time still seem vivid in my mind.

Lin Fangzhong, of course, didn't understand what Fang Ziye meant by taking the blame, and could only nod: "That's a little different."

"Senior brother, I heard that Senior Brother Lan and Senior Brother Jie are already able to perform limb-sparing surgery on severe injuries on their own?"

"How did they learn it? I heard that even Dr. Li Nuo, the head of the department, doesn't know how to perform this kind of surgery yet."

"Senior Brother Li Yuanpei and Senior Brother Xiong Jinhuan don't know either, so how come Senior Brother Jie and Senior Brother Lan know them?"

Lin Fangzhong only knows how to look at the specifics and appearances of a problem.

Fang Ziye said, "Take your time to learn, you'll be able to do it too in the future."

"Brother Li Nuo went abroad to gain experience before; every loss has its gains."

"How can one person have all the benefits?"

"The situation in the department is much better than before. The associate professors and attending physicians in the department can almost all perform limb-sparing surgery on their own."

"Before... never mind, let's not talk about the past..."

"Lin Fangzhong, have you thought it through? Do you want to learn the basics of your major first, or do you want to graduate first?" After all, Lin Fangzhong was Yuan Weihong's student, so Fang Ziye couldn't completely ignore him.

Actually, they have always taken good care of me.

“My senior classmate Ning Zhengyang suggested that I start by learning the basics of my major. I thought about it for a long time and thought it was a good idea, so I decided on this plan first.”

"What do you think, Senior Brother Fang?" Lin Fangzhong asked very humbly.

“We will eventually become doctors, so I naturally prefer that you learn the basic clinical skills first and master the daily tasks in the department.”

"But everyone has their own ambitions. If you want to pursue a purely academic path in the future, then there is no particularly significant difference in the strength of your clinical skills."

"Just learn from the people in your grade first. The practice methods are all the same. Once you've practiced to a certain level, your senior brother will tell you a practice method that suits you," Fang Ziye said.

There are no shortcuts to mastering the fundamentals.

The more refined his skills, the greater the benefits Lin Fangzhong will receive when he performs surgeries independently in the future.

"Thank you, senior brother!" Lin Fangzhong nodded and smiled, then started eating. Every gesture and movement of his eyes was filled with longing for the future.

Because the future hasn't arrived yet, we can look forward to it.

After finishing his meal, Fang Ziye waited for the teaching session to begin.

Before heading to the skills training room, Fang Ziye glanced at the patient who had just been transferred back to the department from the resuscitation room that afternoon. Once he saw that the patient's vital signs were stable, he felt relieved.

When it comes to patients, there are no small matters; you can never be too careful.

It might be a waste of time to make an extra round of inspections, but I won't feel at ease unless I personally make the rounds.

In fact, what Liu Haihua and others said about having Fang Ziye teach in the training room was not a large-class teaching session at all!
Fang Ziye has revised every basic skill training method in the training room twice, and it has now been promoted to all master's and doctoral groups.

With the practice methods in place, Fang Ziye's task was to demonstrate them and then provide appropriate explanations and guidance based on each person's different level.

For example, Zhu Yunwen, who repeated a year of study, is still one step away from mastering the incision technique: controlling the depth of the incision.

Zhu Yunwen has already reached the master's level in terms of controlling the direction and form of the knife, but he still lacks experience in depth control.

For example, the reason why Liu Haihua's suturing technique had problems was that he was still lacking in controlling the rotational force of his hands.

"The reason you can't control the rotation angle is not necessarily because you are not flexible enough, but perhaps because you don't have good control over the rotation force."

"So, Liu Haihua, you can take about half a month to practice your rotational strength, for example, by sewing the hard pumpkin skin with a needle. This might be helpful to you."

"But it may not really work. If there is no change after practicing for about half a month, my suggestion is ineffective. You should quickly go back and continue to repeat the tofu stitching in the practice room."

"Did you hear me clearly?" Fang Ziye asked Liu Haihua.

Liu Haihua nodded vigorously, his ears perked up, his expression serious, and his hands were rapidly editing the text.

"Senior brother, listen carefully, we also have a recording!"

Learning, in essence, is a process of recording and exchanging information!

Traditional classroom teaching is a one-off event.

However, with the development of the times, the one-off classroom model has become a thing of the past.

With the rise of recording and speech-to-text functions on iPads and mobile phones, even short classes can be recorded.

When Gu Yi was at the Enshi Sanatorium, he recorded many of the things Fang Ziye said, and then organized and reviewed them after returning home.

Gu Yi could think of this method, and Liu Haihua and others naturally could as well; good methods will be utilized.

“Okay, next up, Li Yuanpei…” Fang Ziye looked in Li Yuanpei’s direction.

Li Yuanpei shook his head: "Ziye, I won't waste my time and the quota. You should help Jinhuan with that. I can't be distracted right now."

"He's already in his third year of doctoral studies."

In the past, Li Yuanpei might have been conflicted about whether to choose a pure management path or a hybrid clinical and management path.

Now, he has made up his mind. He knows that he will never be able to follow a professional path like Fang Ziye, and he will not even reach the level of his senior brothers, Wang Yuanqi.

It's better to just focus on your strengths and interests!

Xiong Jinhuan had already set up his stance, just waiting for Fang Ziye to come over so he could demonstrate his current level of basic skills.

After reviewing each person's current level slowly, Fang Ziye provided targeted guidance.

As he grew in all aspects, Fang Ziye increasingly felt the benefits of having a solid foundation.

If we compare basic surgical procedures to the fundamental skills of surgical expertise, then the people in the training room represent the future fundamental skills of trauma surgery.

Only when they recover will the future of trauma surgery be brighter!
Only when they develop healthily can the development of trauma surgery be healthier.

This is also the fundamental reason why Li Guohua and others went so far as to overthrow Deng Yong, who was then the administrative director of the trauma surgery department, all for the sake of Song Yi.

Fang Ziye only realized this now, but Professor Li Guohua and his colleagues probably realized it ten or twenty years earlier.

Zhongnan Hospital can do without Deng Yong, but it cannot do without its group of master's and doctoral degree holders.

……

It was 11:20 p.m.

When Fang Ziye left the skills training room, no one left before him.

After Fang Ziye left the training room, the nearby training rooms remained brightly lit, just like daytime.

Inside the trauma surgery training room, Li Yuanpei's voice resonated: "Fang Ziye, just like us now, came from here."

"The difference between Fang Ziye and you is that Fang Ziye didn't have the teaching style we have now back then."

“You don’t know, the attending physicians and even associate professors in the department all want your senior brother Fang Ziye to teach them, but no one else can bring it up.”

"So you must cherish this opportunity."

"If, under Fang Ziye's 'feeding' approach, you still can't outperform others in your doctoral and onboarding assessments, then you can just accept your fate. You're simply not cut out for this job at Zhongnan Hospital!"

"His talent is too poor. Even if he manages to stay in the hospital, he'll only bring trouble to the whole team!"

If Fang Ziye had given her dates, then Li Yuanpei would have been wielding a stick.

Although the words were harsh, Fang Ziye had once loathed such clichéd language. But looking back, he examined the 'PUA' tactics used by Li Yuanpei and his former teachers!
You will find that every single statement is true.

Those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly! Perhaps the teachers at Zhongnan Hospital also feel that if you can't grow as well as others in such an environment, then it's your own fault if you can't get a doctorate, and it's your own limited ability if you can't stay at the hospital.

……

10 month 11 day.

Time flies, and it's Friday already.

It was 3:20 PM.

In the hand surgery demonstration room, after expressing his thoughts, Fang Ziye said, "Professor Liu, this is my idea."

"The surgery can be performed on the first patient, but don't touch the second one."

"Discuss it carefully with the patient's family and let them be discharged."

"Surgery cannot solve her current condition."

Upon hearing this, Liu Huanglong's eyes darted around, and he hesitated before nodding: "Ziye, can't we really think of another way?"

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Unless our team spends two whole days pushing this one case and does nothing else, there's only a tiny bit of a chance."

"But that's impossible! The patient probably can't wait that long."

“Her neurodegenerative disease has spread to the spinal canal in her cervical spine, a place where surgery is not possible!” Fang Ziye waved his hand.

This is Zhongnan Hospital, not Enshi Sanatorium. There simply aren't enough resources to be poured into her alone.

Even if everyone is willing to spend this time, so many people in the department still need to eat. If Liu Huanglong doesn't perform other surgeries, he himself will die, but the others still need to live.

"Alright, let's proceed with that arrangement!"

"Zhu Quanlin, come with me later to explain things properly to bed 14 and arrange for her to be discharged tomorrow!" Liu Huanglong stopped worrying about it.

However, Liu Huanglong asked somewhat uncertainly, "Ziye, this first surgery is also for a neurodegenerative disease. If you don't lead the surgery, can we really handle it?"

"We have no experience with this kind of surgery!"

The difficulty of functional reconstruction surgery can vary greatly depending on the underlying disease causing the functional impairment.

"Teacher Liu, there's definitely no problem."

"I previously performed a functional reconstruction surgery for a neurodegenerative disease. It wasn't particularly difficult. With your team's close cooperation, Professor Liu, you can definitely pull it off!"

"However, I have a small suggestion: I hope that you, Professor Liu, can do your best to persuade the patient to preserve the severed nerve segment."

"Tingzhu is currently working on creating a stable cell line for peripheral neurodegenerative diseases, and so far she only has one tissue bank."

"It would be more appropriate to collect several sets," Fang Ziye said.

Upon hearing this, Liu Huanglong became very interested: "Establishing a new cell line? How's the progress?"

Fang Ziye knew Liu Huanglong was trying to take advantage of him again: "It's over!"

"Teacher Liu, I wasn't the one who started it."

Luo Tingzhu's research topic, are you even embarrassed?

Liu Huanglong seemed a little embarrassed and smiled, "I was just checking on the progress. What are you thinking? Your teacher Liu isn't the kind of person you're thinking of."

Fang Ziye: "I was just thinking that Teacher Liu is a good person."

Guan Qiquan couldn't hold back and burst out laughing. He looked Fang Ziye up and down, who had truly mastered Yuan Weihong's skills, and thought that things were bound to get interesting at Zhongnan Hospital in the future.

Fang Ziye is not Yuan Weihong, yet he is also 'Yuan Weihong', and Fang Ziye's current abilities are far beyond what Yuan Weihong, at his age, can match.

I wonder how many people will fall for Fang Ziye's seemingly harmless face.

Liu Huanglong's expression cracked for a moment, then he made a gesture in the air: "Pah, Ziye is starting to get naughty."

"Ziye, that microcirculation interruption project for the microcirculation instrument, and some sub-projects, Ziye, would you be interested in being credited?" Liu Huanglong brought the topic back to the main point.

The idea for the microcirculation transection technique was proposed by Fang Ziye, who provided technical support, while Liu Huanglong was the operator.

Therefore, Liu Huanglong dared not shirk his responsibility to report the current follow-up issues.

Otherwise, if Fang Ziye really cares about it later and doesn't give us new and good things, then we'll be penny-wise and pound-foolish.

Liu Huanglong, who always puts the big picture first, would never do such a losing deal.

"Teacher Liu, I won't add my name to these short articles."

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. I have an appointment with Professor Duan Hong from Tongji Hospital later."

"We arranged to meet at 7 p.m., so it should be fine for me to drive there now and take the subway."

“Driving there would be too congested.” Fang Ziye flipped through his watch.

Liu Huanglong was not surprised that Fang Ziye was now associating with people like Professor Duan Hong, which was consistent with Fang Ziye's current status.

If Fang Ziye spends every day with associate professors like Guan Qiquan, Liu Huanglong might wonder if he's burying some talent.

"Ziye, you're a professor, go do your thing!" Fang Ziye pulled Duan Hong out, and Liu Huanglong didn't dare to utter a word.

Guan Qiquan and Yang Wenzheng got up one after the other, and then followed Bu to see Fang Ziye out of the hand surgery department.

Even after Fang Ziye's figure disappeared around the corner, Yang Wenzheng was still shaking his head and sighing—

"I can't believe that Ziye, whom I discovered by chance three years ago, has grown to this point."

"Back then, I even reported to Professor Wen Dongfang, intending to snatch Fang Ziye back from the Department of Trauma Surgery," Yang Wenzheng suddenly said, lost in thought.

Liu Huanglong slapped Yang Wenzheng hard on the shoulder: "There's still such an opportunity? What kind of work are you doing?"

Yang Wenzheng tilted his head slightly: "I didn't think that much at the time, so Professor Ni Yaoping and Professor Deng Yong did not reach an agreement."

Looking back now, that was an absolutely fantastic opportunity!!!

That was at the orthopedic annual meeting three years ago. All the senior doctors in the department had left, leaving only junior doctors behind.

By a twist of fate, Yang Wenzheng found Fang Ziye to be his assistant and finally gave Fang Ziye a chance to suture the tail blood vessels of a mouse, which led to the discovery of Fang Ziye's super talent in hand surgery.

However, at that time, Fang Ziye had already made an appointment with the old professors in the Department of Trauma Surgery, so the attempt to poach him failed.

Looking back now, if I had known this would happen, I estimate that Professor Wen Dongfang would have paid ten or even dozens of times more to get Fang Ziye.

So now, perhaps the administrative director of the orthopedics department is Liu Huanglong, not Deng Yong.

The professor Miyaka Kazuo, a leading figure in trauma surgery, who was invited to oversee the department, might very well be a giant in hand surgery.

"Now? There's no chance anymore."

"Ziye has entered the hospital's core circle of key personnel."

"At last Friday's routine meeting, although neither the trauma surgery department nor Yuan Weihong himself mentioned it, our hospital's vice president and President Wang specifically ordered the hospital staff to come up with a solution."

"Ask Fang Ziye what his appropriate capacity would be to attend the weekly meeting of the institute now!"

“Otherwise, the message would have to be relayed to Fang Ziye every week at the hospital’s weekly meeting, which he found too slow,” Liu Huanglong said.

Upon hearing this, Guan Qiquan's jealousy surged, and his face instantly contorted: "Not the ward director, not the head nurse, going to the hospital's weekly meeting?"

"Are they promoting Ziye? How old is he?"

Liu Huanglong sneered upon hearing this: "Is size a problem?"

"Associate Chief Physician, Associate Professor (associate senior level), Researcher (senior senior level), tell me, which of these ranks doesn't meet the minimum standard for promotion?"

"Furthermore, the trauma surgery ward has secretly formed a collaboration with the VIP ward, with the trauma surgery ward directly drawing patients from the VIP ward to perform surgeries. How much resource imbalance does this cause to the hospital?"

"Where will the funding come from to ensure that our hospital's branch campus can be operational by the end of this year?"

"Our hospital's laboratories are expanding, and the operating rooms are about to be expanded as well. How do we get the funding?"

"The higher a person's position, the more they cherish their life!"

“Fang Ziye managed to break out of a place like a military sanatorium where there are many experts. Based on his ‘technical level,’ those who can receive technical services from him must be at least at a certain level.”

“If a doctor of this caliber is accidentally placed in a local hospital, how can those in the know not take it seriously?” Liu Huanglong said.

Upon hearing this, Associate Professor Guan Qiquan tilted his head slightly and asked in a low voice, "Professor Liu, I've heard that some mysterious masters, once recruited, are no longer included in the regular rankings!"

"What about these experts?"

Where are they now?

Upon hearing this, Liu Huanglong's expression immediately tightened.

She glanced at Guan Qiquan, then remained silent.

After taking two steps, he said, "If you're going to court death, don't drag me down with you..."

As long as one is human, one will experience birth, aging, illness, and death.

Since there is birth, aging, illness, and death, there is a need for medical care.

Since there is a demand for medical care, there will be a supply and distribution of medical resources.

The medical resources that ordinary people can access are all open to the public; the medical resources that are inaccessible are the most secretive and the most powerful.

After Liu Huanglong left, Yang Wenzheng added in a low voice, "Brother, even the big shots in the province don't have to wait in line to see a doctor anymore."

"You asked Professor Liu where they went, what do you expect him to say?"

"Anyway, the simple phrase 'wealth and honor' is the most basic treatment..."

No one dares to underestimate or can underestimate the strength of the health care team.

The healthcare team assembled for this temporary trip consists of the province's top specialists; the regular healthcare team that stays on duty would probably leave many people in despair.

Of course, relatively speaking, these people also lose the freedom to conduct "scientific research," or they are just nominally conducting scientific research.

While Fang Ziye was on the subway, he received several "phone calls" during work hours!
There was a dinner party arranged by Chen Fang, Gong Zixi, Nie Xuehua, and others in the department, and also a "father-daughter interrogation session" where Associate Professor Zeng Yi from the Department of Anesthesiology called to ask about Luo Tingzhu's recent situation!
Zeng Yi said, "Ziye, I can't interfere with your personal relationship with Tingzhu, but if you dare to lose my precious student..."

"I'll make sure you can't stay at Zhongnan Hospital, or at least make a complete mess of things..."

Zeng Yi, very protective of his own, gave a warning before hanging up the phone.

"Don't worry, Teacher Zeng. Tingzhu is my wife. I would never bully her. What she is doing now is laying the most solid foundation for her future growth."

"In addition, there are some relatively new joint research projects related to your anesthesiology department."

“Teacher Zeng, if you’re particularly sensitive, I did point it out a little last night, didn’t I?” Fang Ziye said meaningfully.

After completing this batch of cell lines, Luo Tingzhu's next project is a clinical study, which is exclusively for the Department of Anesthesiology.

It connects the miniature circulatory system to the anesthesiology department's monitor, allowing for real-time monitoring of the patient's data during surgery, and even proving useful in emergency rescues.

"Uh-oh."

"Ah!~"

"Oh right, I didn't even think of that until you mentioned it. How could I not have thought of it?" Zeng Yi began to doubt his own intelligence.

Fang Ziye hung up the phone, then declined two more dinner invitations before finally receiving a call from the Gong family and the professor.

"Professor Gong, are you finished with the surgery?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Yes, Team Leader Fang, I only dared to report to you after finishing the surgery and completing my own tasks. Otherwise, I would have been too embarrassed to bother you, Team Leader Fang." Gong Jiahe's tone became quite respectful.

"Professor Gong, you flatter me. You are a senior," Fang Ziye said hurriedly.

"One thing at a time, the bone defect research project we are carrying out in the sanatorium is nearing completion, and the research project on new material replacements has also just begun."

"Team Leader Fang, when are you free? Let's go back together again?"

"I'll just call Professor Zhang Yue from West China Hospital to come along too."

Gong Jiahe had not forgotten the topic he had worked on at the sanatorium. In fact, after returning to the branch of Zhengda Affiliated Hospital, he found it increasingly uninteresting.

That's why, after finding a replacement at the hospital, he decisively chose to switch workplaces.

Having visited the sanatorium and seen the world, it was difficult for Gong Jiahe to be interested in an ordinary branch orthopedic department director.

Professor Gong was still as straightforward as ever. Fang Ziye smiled gently and said, "Professor Gong, I have never forgotten about this matter."

"But there's no need to rush. We can't play the savior role for Teacher Zhang Yue, even though Teacher Zhang himself is quite low-key..."

Gong Jiahe was taken aback upon hearing this. Although he was straightforward, he had also realized the crux of the matter.

"Team Leader Fang, do you mean you gave Professor Zhang some pointers, that he should complete his own research first before participating in this project?" Gong Jiahe was very surprised.

Originally, Professor Zhang Yue approached Fang Ziye, hoping that Fang Ziye could collaborate on a research project and help complete it.

This was proposed by Professor Zhang Yue himself.

Fang Ziye was perfectly positioned to take advantage of the situation, but instead of doing so, he gave Professor Zhang Yue the utmost respect.

"That's natural. The best driving force is to get involved wholeheartedly and out of interest. It's never about tasks, and that's when we're most relaxed."

"This allows for better pooling of ideas."

"Professor Gong, you should understand that the fixation materials we're working on for bone defects aren't just for personalized prostheses; we hope to achieve breakthroughs in all areas of internal fixation materials in the future!"

"If we rely entirely on domestically produced material models and prototypes, the cost and quality of the prosthesis will be under our own control, and even if we want to reduce the price."

“We can also find a suitable range, the most important thing is that the quality is reliable, and there is no need to prepay patent fees to others,” Fang Ziye said.

This was an event that Fang Ziye had specifically instructed his assistant to remember, so Fang Ziye certainly couldn't forget it.

Moreover, it's the sixth event in the sequence.

"Team Leader Fang is truly skilled and daring," Professor Gong Jiahe praised, though he couldn't find a suitable adjective.

"Teacher Gong, this has little to do with being bold or not. I hope that we can become friends while we are working together."

“It’s not simply being arrogant. If there’s a way out, I’ll try my best to create one within my capabilities,” Fang Ziye replied.

Gong Jiahe chuckled: "If you talk like that, Team Leader Fang, then I feel all warm inside."

"If you can be so open with Professor Zhang, then Team Leader Fang, you will definitely not let me down in the future!"

Fang Ziye was taken aback when he heard this: "Teacher Gong, I suspect you are trying to take advantage of me."

"Hey, you don't need to doubt it, I'm just taking advantage of the situation."

"I won't say anything else. Send me a message when you have time, come over to my place, and we'll have a drink together."

"I've been here for so long, and I haven't made an appointment with you, Team Leader Fang. This time, with a slow and unpredictable appointment, Team Leader Fang won't stand me up, will she?" Gong Jiahe used a strategy of retreating to advance.

"This weekend, but the location will be slightly different. Teacher Gong, please come to my house."

"You, me, my mentor Professor Deng Yong, and my grandmaster Professor Li Guohua, I wonder if Professor Gong would be available?" Fang Ziye took the initiative to arrange the meeting in advance.

If we're talking about the future of trauma surgery, the one who will ultimately determine the outcome will certainly not be Yuan Weihong!
Although Yuan Weihong is currently the administrative director of the Department of Trauma Surgery, Fang Ziye understands that Yuan Weihong only has the ability to barely lead the department in surgeries, and he wants him to determine the scale and direction of development.

There was another master who was making things difficult for him.

These directions need to be thoroughly studied by Li Guohua, Deng Yong, Gong Jiahe, and others, then digested and fed to Yuan Weihong, who will then put them into practice. Only in this way can everyone work together with one heart.

It is also the only way.

Upon hearing this, Gong Jiahe paced back and forth a few steps before nodding and saying, "Alright!"

"Team Leader Fang has truly proven himself; from now on, I'll follow both Team Leader Fang and Director Fang!"

Gong Jiahe immediately understood Fang Ziye's plan.

I find Fang Ziye quite interesting; he's clearly very young, yet he can pretend he knows nothing.

Fang Ziye is the kind of person who takes on the responsibilities of whatever position he's in. He's never impatient. He might shirk responsibility, but once he's accepted a position, he takes it seriously and takes his time to fulfill it.

Whether from the perspective of the hospital's core backbone or the current "leadership" of the trauma surgery department, Fang Ziye cannot simply enjoy the corresponding benefits without bearing the pressure and obligations.

"Teacher Gong, please don't say that. I still have to report to the other bosses."

"I need to see Professor Duan and find out what these big bosses are doing before I can figure out how we can make a living working for them," Fang Ziye said cryptically.
"Okay, you go ahead and get busy."

"These kinds of things need to be settled in advance, otherwise if the direction is wrong, it's just a waste of money."

"I won't bother you any longer, Team Leader Fang," Gong Jiahe said, hanging up the phone.

(End of this chapter)