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Fang Ziye clasped his hands together in front of his abdomen, sat upright, and listened attentively to the instructions.

Fang Ziye hadn't expected Deng Yong to specifically call on him to speak. Tilting his head slightly, he noticed that time had once again mercilessly eroded Deng Yong's temples; now that he was over fifty, some of them were already turning white.

The deeper the crow's feet, the more pronounced the age spots; the lowered gaze, the more resolute it seems, as if it's severing something.

“Master, I will follow your arrangements,” Fang Ziye said softly.

Deng Yong bulged his eyes, his vitreous humor protruding two millimeters: "Just say it when I tell you to."

Li Guohua stopped pretending to be mute at this moment: "Those with mediocre talent are prone to impropriety, while those with outstanding talent aspire to great heights."

"Ziye, tell me your opinion. It's okay if you're wrong."

Li Guohua had already gone through this experience long ago, and now, looking back at his students, he couldn't help but feel a sense of cyclical rebirth.

Unlike himself back then, Fang Ziye is now more outstanding than Deng Yong was back then.

Miyako Kazuya looked down at the 'well-behaved' Fang Ziye, barely suppressing a smile.

Fang Ziye was clearly a different person at the sanatorium. Although Zhongnan Hospital was Fang Ziye's "birthplace", he was indeed more restrained there.

Fang Ziye said, "A few days ago, Professor Teng Yuanzhen from the Burn Department came to our Trauma Surgery Department and lost his temper. I think some of the things he said made sense."

"Whether it is a weak or strong department, it cannot be complacent and must absolutely follow the four-word primitive jungle law of survival of the fittest."

"Traditional departments may face more development challenges, but they are the foundation of a hospital."

"Trauma surgery is the foundation of orthopedics. It would be a bit ridiculous if any hospital's orthopedics department didn't have trauma surgery as a precedent."

"If that's the case, then it won't be a comprehensive hospital, but a specialized hospital."

"However, we must also consider the current situation in the Department of Orthopedics. Professor Zeng Duoqin has been a professor for three years, but he still doesn't lead a group on his own. This is indeed due to an uneven distribution of internal resources..."

"Initially, our hospital's orthopedics department only combined trauma surgery and hand surgery. At that time, all the subspecialties of orthopedics were gathered in one place."

"We can also adopt this model for the establishment of this branch campus."

The above are all repetitions of Miyako Kazu's meaning.

Fang Ziye clasped his hands together again, placed them flat on the table, and spread his fingers: "Furthermore, let's comprehensively analyze the development advantages of our five subspecialties in orthopedics."

"Although I am a member of our trauma surgery department, I must admit that in the coming years, bone tumor specialty will be in a relatively advantageous position nationwide."

"At the same time, even the joint surgery department where Professor Du Xinzhan works is not a weak specialty. Therefore, we do not need to consider supporting the weak. Instead, we should strive to develop the more advantageous departments first and form a sub-specialty strategy of building more specialized influence first."

“When our trauma surgery was in a period of relative development advantage, Professor Du Xinzhan approved a trauma center for us, which is also half of the trauma surgery.”

"This shows Professor Du's magnanimity and the broad-mindedness of joint surgeons. We trauma surgeons cannot be petty."

Upon hearing this, Li Guohua's eyes gleamed, and his gaze began to shift.

Professor Gong Jiahe happened to be sitting next to Fang Ziye. When he turned his head, he saw Fang Ziye's profile. His features were sharp and his eyes were clear. He was not putting on airs.

This kind of spirit, emanating from within, definitely indicates someone capable of great things.

Deng Yong frowned slightly and asked, "According to your explanation, the trauma center that Professor Du Xinzhan assigned to our trauma surgery department was entirely handled by our department's internal affairs department."

"Is the entire Optics Valley branch also being handed over to the Department of Orthopedics this time?"

Fang Ziye nodded first, then shook his head: "Master, it is undeniable that when the new Optics Valley Hospital was built, there were no fixed sources of patients, and it was mainly for emergency cases."

“Our trauma surgery department needs to take on the task of diagnosing and treating trauma diseases, but we don’t necessarily have to focus entirely on the inpatient wards there.”

"The emergency department at the Optics Valley branch is also newly built, and I estimate that many specialties will face the same hesitation as our orthopedics department in the allocation of subspecialties."

"While they're figuring out which subspecialty to belong to or which ward to share, we should go to the emergency department there and set up the trauma center first."

"The trauma center doesn't need many beds, just fifteen to twenty, as long as it's convenient for us to perform limb-sparing surgery for traumatic injuries."

"After the surgery, the patient was transferred from the Optics Valley branch to our main hospital for functional reconstruction surgery..."

"I reckon there aren't many specialists willing to allocate staff to the emergency room there right now!"

Upon hearing this, Professor Gong's eyes flashed slightly: "Ziye, what do you need so many trauma centers for?"

"Our trauma surgery department is already understaffed."

"Besides, once you've done enough limb-sparing surgeries for severe injuries, it's not that complicated anymore."

"Are you willing to get up day and night every day to perform emergency surgeries?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said, "Master, we know how to do it ourselves, so there are still people who don't know how."

"If we don't have enough staff in our own specialty, we can apply to more hospitals for a batch of visiting doctors. I believe that many teachers from prefecture-level city hospitals would be very willing to become the first people in the prefecture-level city to perform limb-sparing surgery for catastrophic injuries."

"Our trauma surgery department took the lead in taking over the tasks from the emergency department. The hospital was happy to give us more training opportunities, which solved the manpower problem very well."

“Secondly!” Fang Ziye glanced at the Gong family and the professor.

He added, "Although we have few senior surgeons in our trauma surgery department, the unique personnel relationships have led to different experiences for the teachers in our department."

“My mentors, Professor Yuan Weihong, Associate Professor Chen Fang, and Associate Professor Peng Long, have all led groups on their own.”

“Once the department stabilizes, if Professor Han Yuanxiao returns, he will definitely be given priority to lead the group. If we ask them to give up their assistantships and lead the group again, they will definitely feel quite uncomfortable.”

"After Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan was promoted to professor, he should also be given priority in leading research groups."

"A ward can only accommodate a maximum of three groups. With an additional trauma center, it can accommodate five groups, which effectively avoids the current awkward situation in the orthopedics department."

"If we get to this point and the hospital still doesn't assign us a new ward for our trauma surgery department, then we'll have no choice but to negotiate with the hospital and move to a better place as a group."

“That’s a good idea!” Li Guohua nodded.

"Although our trauma surgery department doesn't have four full professors like the orthopedics department, due to some historical factors, our specialty currently has six people who have led more than one team."

"Although going from not leading a team to leading a team can be very stressful and challenging, once you get through it, you always feel a little uneasy when you're back in someone else's team."

"Having more places to go allows for greater flexibility and growth within the college."

"It's a pity we don't have enough senior surgeons in our trauma surgery department, otherwise we would definitely be able to ask the hospital for another ward."

When Li Guohua said this, Professor Deng Yong lowered his gaze slightly.

The reason why there are so few senior surgeons in trauma surgery is twofold: firstly, the unexpected death of Professor Dong Yaohui, and secondly, the discord between Han Yuanxiao and Professor Dong, which has led to the current instability.

Although the Gong family has now been added as an external aid, the official reason for Han Yuanxiao's removal from the top ranks is that Han Yuanxiao himself was not upright, but the real reason is "Fang Ziye"!
Deng Yong had been in contact with the sanatorium, so he knew the inside story.

Gong Jiahe, however, sensed another layer of meaning and asked thoughtfully, "Professor Han Yuanxiao's problem can be solved so quickly?"

"Professor Deng and Professor Li are quite capable, aren't they?"

Upon hearing this, Li Guohua laughed and said, "Professor Gong, since this is just baseless accusation and fabrication to smear our hospital, it will naturally be easier to deal with."

"Professor Li, why don't you offer your insights?" Gong Jiahe was very curious about what good solutions there could be for Han Yuanxiao's current predicament.

"The world has found a way to have it all, to be true to both Buddha and to my beloved."

"Our research approach is correct, and so is that comrade's research approach."

"Everyone's happy!" Li Guohua gave two thumbs up.

Gong Jiahe is a professor, a full professor, and not so easily fooled.

Upon hearing this, his entire body clenched, losing all composure, and he involuntarily trembled—

Are both correct?

How can this be?

Gong Jiahe looked thoughtfully at Fang Ziye, then at Li Guohua, and said with a veiled smile, "In my opinion, Professor Li, your ability to fabricate stories out of thin air is far greater!"

The probability that both are correct is almost zero; it can only mean that one person copied the other.

Now Li Guohua says it's a win-win situation, which can only be a fabrication by Zhongnan Hospital.

And such a skill is unsolvable.

No one who set up the game could have imagined that it would end like this, causing the chessboard to collapse.

What was originally an unsolvable deadlock turned into a deadlock with no way to solve it.

Those who openly smear a professor and even drag in deceased historical figures are absolutely ruining their lives.

This is an absolute capability ahead of its time, which will absolutely allow Zhongnan Hospital to stand among the world's top research institutions.

The entire Hubei province is too small a circle.

No, from now on, I estimate that no one in the entire country will dare to mess with Zhongnan Hospital anymore.

"Professor Gong, please be careful with your words," Li Guohua said, tapping the table.

Gong Jiahe immediately bowed his head repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice: "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"

"I was just thirsty and wanted a drink, so I'll punish myself with one drink."

Gong Jiahe quickly used the wine in his glass to cover up his slip of the tongue.

However, the hand holding the wine glass in Miyako's hand was still trembling slightly.

Fang Ziye, being very sensible, also raised his glass to join Gong Jiahe: "Teacher Gong, let's drink together."

After finishing his drink, Gong Jiahe's lips moved slowly for a while before he grinned again: "Professor Deng, Professor Li, I think the best decision I've made in the last ten years was choosing to come to Zhongnan Hospital."

The reason he said the last ten years rather than the last twenty years is that he felt the best decision he made in the last twenty years was going to the Enshi Sanatorium.

Deng Yong then smiled and said, "We are honored that Professor Gong could come to our hospital. We hope that under Professor Gong's leadership, our trauma surgery department can develop better and reach new heights."

In their back-and-forth interactions, Deng Yong and Li Guohua perfectly demonstrated the two strategies of winning people's hearts and revealing their true intentions.

Gong Jiahe, our trauma surgery department at Zhongnan Hospital may not be as advanced as the trauma surgery platform at the First Affiliated Hospital of Zhengzhou University, but our department has powerful tools and killer weapons.

From now on, as long as you don't act recklessly, even in a predicament like Han Yuanxiao's, we might be able to find a way to solve it for you.

This is still our passive response, reacting to each move as it comes. If we were to take the initiative, how sharp would we be?
Tell me, is it worth it or not?

"We all need to make progress together, mainly by relying on Professor Li and others to guide us young people. We are still young." Gong Jiahe became completely honest.

……

After the dinner, Gong Jiahe was on his way back to his house in a taxi, still looking worried.

The neon lights outside the window flashed by, dazzling and unfamiliar.

Gong Jiahe was already unfamiliar with Han City, and at this moment he felt even more alienated, as if he were in a world he had never been before, where reality and illusion intertwined.

He racked his brains but still couldn't figure out how Zhongnan Hospital could have fabricated such a thing out of thin air.

"How much ability does it take to fake something like this?"

"Are you going to build it or not?"

"Just for this, you've spent so much energy and effort?" Gong Jiahe grabbed his chin, pulling hard as if he were inhumanly hurting himself.

Finally, the driver couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up, saying, "Brother, you're not young anymore, you should be able to let go of things by now."

"If you have any particularly troubling things, think more about your children and don't think in extremes."

Gong Jiahe was taken aback upon hearing this, then smiled gently: "Master, you are overthinking it. I am just surprised, not that I am having any suicidal thoughts."

The master craftsman carefully observed Gong Jiahe's expression through the rearview mirror and then said no more.

……

After Fang Ziye and Deng Yong saw off Professor Li Guohua, Li Guohua sternly retorted, "I'm not old yet, and the distance isn't far. I don't need you to see me off."

"I'll take a walk back myself and get some fresh air!"

"A good mood."

“Master, if I’m in a good mood, I’ll walk with you for a while,” Deng Yong suggested again.

"You're going to eavesdrop when I'm talking to my old buddy?"

"How about I have them take you away?" Li Guohua asked bluntly.

Deng Yong immediately waved goodbye and took his leave!

Fang Ziye returned home with Deng Yong, and Fang Ziye helped clear the table and plates.

After washing the dishes and placing them on the drain rack, Fang Ziye wiped down the kitchen before walking into the reception room, where tea and a fruit platter prepared by his teacher's wife were laid out.

Deng Yong was smoking in a rocking chair facing the balcony window when he heard Fang Ziye approaching. He then handed Fang Ziye a cigarette: "Want to give it a try?"

This time, Fang Ziye did not refuse and accepted it with both hands.

Deng Yong stood up, held a lighter, and lit it for Fang Ziye. Fang Ziye wanted to refuse, but Deng Yong knocked his hand away, so Fang Ziye could only bow and hold the fire.

After taking a sip, I felt a slight choking sensation in my throat and coughed twice.

Sitting on a small chair, he smiled and said, "Master, I still can't learn this."

"It's okay, just try it. If you don't like it, just throw it away." After saying that, Deng Yong took another deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

The smoke rose in circles from the exhaust, ascending sparsely before dissipating.

“Your master has been in Wuhan for nearly thirty years! Back then, transportation wasn’t as developed as it is now. My father carried me on a shoulder pole as we boarded the train.”

"In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed, and Han City has changed a lot..." Deng Yong sighed.

Fang Ziye took another shallow puff, not going deep, and the smoke dissipated as he spoke: "Master, the generation of the master's grandmaster built the foundation of Zhongnan Hospital by relying on brute force."

"Your generation relied on..."

Fang Ziye couldn't bring himself to say the word "lick," so he changed it to: "Intelligence, that's where it takes another step forward."

"We don't know what to do next."

Today, Deng Yong and Li Guohua talked a lot, including about the period after Zhongnan Hospital was upgraded to a Grade III Class A hospital.

Li Guohua and his colleagues were incredibly aggressive in their efforts to gain a competitive edge for the orthopedics department. They practically argued with other specialties shirtless, and eventually won over the orthopedics department with its own dedicated building.

At that time, everything was in ruins and needed to be rebuilt; everything was built through hard work and perseverance.

In Deng Yong's era, fists and kicks were no longer effective. Deng Yong also knew that he couldn't follow in the footsteps of his predecessors. So what could he do? He could only resort to other means!

Seeing Duan Hong's rise at Tongji Hospital, they shamelessly resorted to a sticky approach, relying on no scruples to get close to him. Whether it was physical abuse or ridicule, they just stuck to Duan Hong like a dog-skin plaster...

Having followed Duan Hong for a long time, Duan Hong has now rightfully become a "national-level doctor" figure, but Deng Yong is no less impressive. With his own courage, he has become one of the top three trauma surgeons in Hubei Province.

"You're on the right track right now, and you're relying on speeding around the curves."

"So, you led your team to victory."

"Therefore, I can face my mentor with a clear conscience and drink with him."

"So you have lived up to the expectations of the senior professors, and they are very happy about your promotion."

"So, we've all fallen behind the times. We can only watch you move forward, and at most, we can help you with the household chores we can manage."

"At most, I can help you take care of the kids or something." Deng Yong said, taking the last drag of his cigarette before extinguishing the rest of it.
Fang Ziye was also eliminated, but he didn't say that he had wasted his time.

Instead, she calmly said, "Master, this world is very big. Besides Zhongnan Hospital, there is Tongji Hospital. Besides Tongji Hospital, there are Jishuitan Hospital, West China Hospital, Huashan Hospital, Beijing Third Hospital, Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Xiangya Hospital..."

"Being in a lower position, one step could bring you to the middle, but here, even ten steps might not be enough to advance you further, so there's still a long way to go."

"Treating one specialty disease can only keep us from falling behind, but it cannot support our hospital's leading position."

"Unless it's a series lead."

"After we've covered all that, we need to look to the international stage."

"Our surgical skills are quite good."

“But our technological level is lagging behind…” Fang Ziye looked out the window and pointed with his right hand.

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong scratched his right hand, then pulled out a small tuft of hair, a smile spreading across his face, the mole at the corner of his mouth outlining new angles.

"Go on," Deng Yong said gently, like a country bumpkin 'father' who had never seen the world.

"Master, you can't admit that our Chinese people's house-building skills are inferior to those of foreigners, can you?"

"But why were we so far behind in the 1930s and 40s? And why are we leading now?"

"It's not just about our hands, nor just about our numbers, but about the infrastructure we've built."

"Without reinforced concrete, even if Lu Ban were alive today, he couldn't build a thirty-story building!"

"Without lime, the pagodas built in China over five thousand years would only have a few stories."

"Without fire, no matter how delicious the sashimi is, it will only have a few flavors."

"Our operating room is actually too rudimentary."

"We still have too few domestically produced medical devices, effective drugs, and diagnostic equipment that we can use."

"So, under these circumstances, even if we ruin our hands, we still can't reach the world's top level."

"Perhaps we can barely stand on the same side as them, but the effort we put in may be several times, even dozens of times, greater than theirs..."

Deng Yong asked softly, "So that's your reason for going to the sanatorium?"

"Not for..." Deng Yong didn't finish his sentence. Fang Ziye's reputation within the hospital and his reputation outside the hospital, within the province's orthopedics department, were naturally vastly different.

Within the hospital, Fang Ziye is a rising star in orthopedics, a surgical genius, an absolute backbone of Zhongnan Hospital, the future of the hospital, and a talent to be trained according to the standards of an academician.

In other hospitals, or even lower-level hospitals, Fang Ziye was seen as a sycophant who sucked the boots of the powerful and wealthy.

They recognize power, not people!
Few people have ever asked Fang Ziye to perform surgery, and Fang Ziye hasn't built much of a network of connections in the industry, yet he still gets promoted directly and exceptionally.

Because Fang Ziye performs surgery on the powerful and wealthy, right?
"Master, even if it is, it's not wrong, is it?"

"Every man for himself!"

"It's all about treating illness; whose illness isn't an illness? Whose life isn't a life?"

"The saying goes that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Does that mean saving the life of a powerful and wealthy person makes one inferior? Only saving the lives of ordinary people is considered a meritorious act?"

"In the face of the right to life, everyone should be equal."

“But in reality, it’s not equal.” Fang Ziye sighed.

"Let's not talk about it anymore," Deng Yong interrupted.

"Okay." Fang Ziye then stopped talking.

Deng Yong and I quietly looked out the window, enjoying the unique happiness that belonged only to the two of us, master and apprentice.

Enjoying the joy of the rise of orthopedics within the hospital.

Enjoy the unique joy of success that belongs to trauma surgery.

……

October 16th, 10 PM.

Fang Ziye stepped open the automatic airlock door of the operating room and walked straight to Yuan Weihong's side: "Master, I need to ask for leave to go out for a while."

Yuan Weihong was explaining the details of the functional reconstruction surgery from the previous operation to Qin Geluo, and tilted his head slightly: "Why are you taking leave now?"

"This isn't the time for casual sex, is it?"

Fang Ziye might leave Zhongnan Hospital, but he generally doesn't ask for leave during surgery, so Yuan Weihong asked him a few more questions.

Let's go out to eat!

“Although it was a last-minute notice, everything has been arranged. He’s leaving again at 10 p.m.,” Fang Ziye replied.

"Who is it?" Yuan Weihong asked, blinking.

Chen Guangbai invited Fang Ziye to dinner. He had come all the way from Enshi to Hanshi to treat Fang Ziye to a meal.

Moreover, not only Chen Guangxia came, but also his wife and Chen Xixian, mainly to express their gratitude to Fang Ziye for saving Chen Song's life.

Fang Ziye left Enshi in a hurry, and Chen Guangbai didn't have time to make arrangements, so he came here specifically to make up for it.

The original plan was to meet at 7 p.m. today, and then stay in Han City after dinner. However, Chen Guangbai received a 'phone call' at the last minute, and he had to rush to Kyoto tonight.

“A colleague,” Fang Ziye replied.

“Then go ahead, but don’t drink.” Yuan Weihong didn’t press further and continued to Qin Geluo, “Regarding the functional reconstruction of the radial carpal flexor muscle, you need to consider the supracondylar region of the humerus…”

Li Nuo also listened attentively from the side, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

Fang Ziye then quietly left the operating room.

As soon as he stepped out of the surgical building, Chen Guangbai personally came up to him: "Professor Fang, are you performing surgery? I'm so sorry to bother you with inviting you to dinner."

Chen Guangbai clasped his hands together, his face full of apology.

"It's alright, Dr. Chen. Don't you also have an emergency here?" Fang Ziye said.

"There was no other way. They were pressing me urgently. It was a major event for our traditional Chinese medicine community, so I had to rush over."

“If I don’t go, I think my old man will get restless,” Chen Guangbai said.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's eyes flashed.

isn't it?
That matter escalated so quickly? I haven't even started preparing for it yet.

After Chen Guangbai helped Fang Ziye into the car, he took the driver's seat.

"Professor Fang, I am deeply grateful and need no thanks. Today is just a simple meal, nothing special, but the dishes are quite exquisite."

"My wife and daughter are here too. I have something to do tonight, so I can't drink with you."

"But if you want to drink, my wife can have a few drinks with you."

Fang Ziye quickly said, "No, no, Dr. Chen, I don't drink alcohol either."

"Professor Fang, it all boils down to the same few words. I still want to thank you for saving my father's life."

"After you left, our team re-analyzed the previous surgery process, and the final conclusion was that without Professor Fang's intervention..."

"My father's chances of survival are close to a single-digit percentage."

"Even with the intervention of Professor Li Yongjun and others, the data remains the same," Chen Guangbai said, his praise well-founded.

"That must be Professor Li and the others being modest," Fang Ziye said, shaking his head slightly.

Chen Guangbai said, "No, Professor Fang, your rescue strategy is also very valuable guidance. If you hadn't come, what would have happened?"

"This rescue operation may not be able to continue normally."

"Now, although my father has lost his sense of taste and the sense of movement in his left hand and left foot, it is already the best outcome."

Fang Ziye was stunned: "What? Dean Chen?"

"Completely lost your sense of taste?"

"Weren't there still some left when I left?"

Chen Guangbai nodded: "This is irreversible, and this is the best outcome we can expect."

"To reverse life and death, you always have to pay a price."

"It would be even better if this could be resolved in the future. Even if it can't, my father and I both feel that this is already a blessing from heaven!"

"By the way, Professor Fang, why did you resolutely refuse the gift I gave you last time?"

"It has always been customary to charge a consultation fee."

Fang Ziye shook his head and said, "Isn't it because you gave too much, Dr. Chen?"

"It's really just a small token of my appreciation!"

……

When Chen Guangbai invited people to dinner, it was truly just a dinner party. The venue was high-end and the price was considerable, but no other elements were mixed in during the entire process.

They chatted about everyday things with Fang Ziye, with Chen Xixian talking the most, mainly discussing Luo Tingzhu's marriage with Fang Ziye.

Chen Xixian said she was one of the bridesmaids and told Fang Ziye to prepare a red envelope well in advance...

The actual mealtime wasn't long. After eating, Chen Xixian went shopping with her mother.

As a young lady of high birth, although she knew she was a kept woman, she was anything but "proper" when it came to spending money. She hadn't bought anything in a long time, and now that she was in Han City, she had to make the most of her status as a young lady.

After his wife and daughter left, Chen Guangbai said, "Professor Fang, I've spoiled Chen Xixian a lot. She's very disrespectful. Please don't mind her."

Fang Ziye shook his head slightly: "Dr. Chen, we people of this new era should interact freely. I think it's fine to be so casual."

"Besides, Chen Xixian and Tingzhu are still friends. My girlfriend doesn't have many friends and is too reserved. It wouldn't be appropriate for us to meet up in private."

Chen Guangbai was not a rigid person, and nodded slightly: "Then you young people should each pay your own."

"Besides inviting you to dinner, Professor Fang, I also have some good news to bring you this time in Enshi, although someone has already tipped you off about it."

"Through the development of our Enshi Sanatorium over the past few years, it has gained high recognition from the military region. Therefore, the Hanshi Military Region has decided to expand the model of our Enshi Sanatorium to the entire province."

"We will form a large-scale comprehensive convalescent system that integrates recuperation and scientific research. Moreover, because our sanatorium is affiliated with the military region, it can operate internally in a very formal manner, integrating various sanatoriums into a central hub."

“In the future, perhaps all the sanatoriums in Han City will become generalized to surgery, and patients from the surgical systems of the entire province and even the neighboring military region will be sent here.”

"In this way, Professor Fang, you will not have to worry about the supply of patients when you carry out your work."

"Even if some comrades suffer accidental injuries while performing their duties, they will have an extra layer of protection."

"Furthermore, before my father stepped down, he gave me a suggestion: he hoped that Professor Fang could use his dual role to integrate some of the sanatorium's models with external teaching hospitals..."

"After all, the number of patients at our sanatorium is still too small. Even if we wanted to conduct some clinical trials, we couldn't gather enough cases..."

"One is open source, and the other is to export the original development. This requires a sensitive link, and also requires a person to have multiple roles in clinical practice and scientific research, as well as very strong personal abilities."

"No one but Professor Fang Ziye is qualified to undertake this task!"

"Therefore, Professor Fang cannot decline the positions of head of the surgical clinical group and 'supervisor' who combines scientific research and clinical practice."

Fang Ziye listened and looked Chen Guangbai up and down: "Dr. Chen, is this a consultation fee or an arrangement made after internal discussions at the sanatorium?"

"We're all telling the truth?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Guangbai laughed heartily: "Professor Fang, do you really need to distinguish between these things so clearly?"

"Both."

"My father proposed that all the professors in the college and the people in the administrative district hold a meeting to make a decision."

"Ultimately, scientific research must be applied to clinical practice; otherwise, it is ineffective or relatively ineffective research!"

"Professor Fang, your personal abilities are universally acknowledged," Chen Guangbai said meaningfully.

Chen Guangbai must have known what happened to Han Yuanxiao, but before the Enshi Sanatorium could even make its move, Fang Ziye launched a nuclear missile.

What's the point of exerting any force?
With such power, who would dare to disagree?

"Dr. Chen, then I will accept your offer without hesitation, but I must make it clear beforehand that if I do not do well, you cannot blame me."

“If I offend someone, you have to help me,” Fang Ziye said.

Chen Guangbai slapped his thigh: "I can forgive you, but if you want my help, I'm afraid I can't help you."

"With my current abilities, even if I were to enter a sanatorium, I would have to start from scratch. After all, I've wasted many years of my life. Do you think I've just inherited my father's mantle?"

"My current abilities are barely slightly better than those of an average associate professor."

"Of course, I'm referring to the kind of very orthodox associate professors who follow the path of traditional Chinese medicine, not those who got there through crooked means."

Because it is a traditional medical system, it is difficult to be objective in the evaluation of professional titles, so the professional title system is actually more chaotic.

Moreover, the individual abilities of TCM practitioners are currently difficult to quantify objectively, thus leaving much room for maneuver.

"Dr. Chen, you can definitely do it."

"Doing business is much harder than being a doctor."

"By the way, Dr. Chen, may I ask one more question? Which company did you eventually sell your company to?" Fang Ziye asked casually.

“Han City Military Region,” Chen Guangbai replied.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye suddenly jerked.

What kind of obscure answer is this from the Demon King?

His eyes scanned Chen Guangbai with astonishment.

"Is there a problem?" Chen Guangbai asked with a half-smile.

Fang Ziye opened and closed his mouth for a while, then shook his head completely.

Well, that's okay.

Fang Ziye remarked that the problems Chen Guangbai and the sanatorium encountered had been resolved so quickly.

So Chen Guangbai had already planned his final destination when he went out to start his company.

Therefore, Chen Guangbai had previously spared no effort in investing money in the sanatorium.

Chen Guangbai never actually left the 'system'.

Others thought Chen Guangbai's career change was a waste of time, but in fact, he was not doing the traditional sanatorium business at all.

"Dr. Chen, you're amazing!" Fang Ziye gave Chen Guangbai a thumbs up.

Chen Guangbai shook his head: "The main problem is that the business has expanded too much, and selling to other people won't help eliminate the parasites."

"So, I found the most special and reliable department."

Whether or not this could be done was none of Fang Ziye's business, nor did he want to get involved.

But another remark from Chen Guangbai almost made Fang Ziye jump up on the spot: "The AI ​​prosthetic limb that you led the team to develop is currently extremely popular."

"Therefore, many people have a very high opinion of you, Professor Fang."

"Your network of contacts is quite extensive now."

Chen Guangbai's words were pointed.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye pondered for a moment and asked, "Mr. Chen, please don't tell me that you were recruited because of this?"

"This factor accounts for a larger part of the reason."

"Just imagine, if this thing could be further optimized, it could become a sci-fi mecha..."

"Of course, it would take hundreds of years for them to grow to such a ferocious level, but some experts have suggested that these prosthetics could be optimized into auxiliary training devices to improve soldiers' physical fitness in a more standardized, visual, orderly, and step-by-step manner."

"Anyway, I don't understand it." Chen Guangbai didn't delve any deeper.

Fang Ziye quickly shook his head: "I don't understand either, Dr. Chen, you must explain, I don't understand either."

Fang Ziye currently has no plans to transition into a full-time military doctor or to engage in medical and military research.

"Don't worry, even if you know it, we wouldn't want you to be recruited."

“We are all doctors first, so we hope to have more experts around us,” Chen Guangbai said after reassuring Fang Ziye.

"Professor Fang, my trip to Kyoto this time might cause some trouble."

"Some people say that the aristolochic acid incident of twenty years ago may happen again."

"I wonder how many ancient formulas we'll have to cut this time," Chen Guangbai said, his eyes lowered as he looked into the distance, his voice low.

"Dr. Chen, some ancient prescriptions have been reduced in length, and many modern prescriptions have been developed. It's a good thing that some less effective things have been optimized."

"It's also possible that some folk remedies and unorthodox prescriptions are just things that some bored people come up with out of thin air and try to cure illnesses by chance." Fang Ziye didn't understand traditional Chinese medicine either, so he could only offer this kind of advice.

"Well, as long as it doesn't involve classic prescriptions, we can only take it one step at a time."

"It is still too difficult for traditional Chinese medicine to develop."

"Issues such as efficacy, prescription, medicinal properties, and side effects that people didn't pay attention to before."

"If only someone as talented and arrogant as Professor Fang could emerge in our field of traditional Chinese medicine," Chen Guangbai remarked.

“Aren’t you Dr. Chen?” Fang Ziye replied.

"Me? I don't count."

Chen Guangbai shook his head: "I can't not count... I don't have that kind of courage. At most, I'm just a deserter."

……

It was 7:20 PM.

As dusk settles, the traffic outside is heavy and bustling.

Fang Ziye had just returned to Luo Tingzhu's house when he took off his coat and walked to the windowsill. He thoughtfully picked up the old-fashioned cell phone that Chen Guangbai had given him.

Chen Guangbai's voice echoed in her ears: "Dr. Fang, this is a cell phone with its contact list organized. There are some phone numbers in it that you will need."

"Moreover, this phone card is quite special! Someone else has already saved your contact information, Professor Fang."

"Professor Fang, don't worry, your phone won't ring unless there are special circumstances or extremely urgent situations."

"Besides, even if it rings, it's okay if you're busy with work and don't answer it."

"It's just a simple contact phone."

Fang Ziye's phone model is quite old.

The phone is a bit heavy and not very big; even the screen is small.

After powering on, there are no fancy functions; it seems to only have messaging and phone call functions, but according to Chen Guangbai...

Its main features are ultra-long standby time and strong signal strength.

Fang Ziye couldn't possibly refuse such a good opportunity.

Moreover, Fang Ziye was so sensible that he didn't even look through the contacts inside. Maybe there was a surveillance device inside, and every move Fang Ziye made would be monitored?
The main reason is that Fang Ziye doesn't need it right now.

(End of this chapter)