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This was Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan's probe, to explore Fang Ziye's attitude.

Fang Ziye is not the same person he used to be, and the structure of orthopedics is also different now. Ziye is no longer the dispensable junior in orthopedics, but a "big shot" in orthopedics whose every word and opinion is very important!
Fang Ziye didn't delay long before replying, "Thank you, Professor Xie. Looking at the bigger picture, Professor Yuan is my mentor, and I should support him in staying in the Department of Trauma Surgery."

"Looking at it from a horizontal perspective, our hospital's core system is, after all, the professor-led group system. Professor Xie, your overall level is relatively better than my mentor's."

"From a longer-term perspective, it would be more beneficial for my teacher to gain experience at a trauma center for a period of time."

"Therefore, I fully support your proposal, Professor Xie."

Xie Jinyuan read very quickly: "Really?"

“Teacher Xie, my words come from the bottom of my heart, and I am not trying to flatter you,” Fang Ziye replied frankly.

"Thank you, Ziye, for your objective support and choice. /bowing in respect." Xie Jinyuan sent a gesture of worship.

"Then I must congratulate you even more, Teacher Xie," Fang Ziye replied with a smile.

After ending his conversation with Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan, Fang Ziye put down his phone and continued to ponder for about two minutes.

Then he picked up his phone and sent the message to Yuan Weihong.

Yuan Weihong himself was unaware of the proposal, so his reply was rather flustered: "Ziye, what do you think?"

"Master, if I said that my suggestion is that if Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan is promoted to full professor next year, you should go to his current position first, would you want to beat me up?" Fang Ziye asked tentatively.

“Damn it, what do you think?” Yuan Weihong was not polite to Fang Ziye at all, and the words he sent seemed to be baring his claws in anger.

Fang Ziye was not surprised, but he had already prepared for it: "But Master, although your qualifications are not as good as Teacher Xie Jinyuan's, your experience is much more extensive than his."

"Therefore, your resume should be more impressive than his."

"Ziye, you're going to put righteousness above family ties!!!!" Yuan Weihong typed out a series of exclamation marks, disregarding everything else.

Fang Ziye continued calmly, "For Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan, his promotion to full professor and leading a research group independently is the upper limit."

"But for you, Master, it is not so!"

"Master, you have the foundation of scientific research as your inner strength, the accumulation of professional skills as your sword, and the network of connections as your ladder. Would you be short of an opportunity to lead a team?"

"Master, you're only thirty-seven years old this year, and you're already a senior researcher, associate professor, associate chief physician, and have a National Science Fund for Distinguished Young Scholars grant in hand!"

"Professor Duan Hong's location is where you, Master, should be!"

"But this requires a smooth foundation, preferably a relatively impeccable resume that convinces others."

“Master, you have no shortage of research topics or opportunities to lead a team.”

"Once you are promoted to senior professional, the hospital will definitely assign you a team leader. Once your qualifications are up, it will be only right that you take the position of administrative director of a specialist department."

“Even going further, Professor Deng’s position as the head of the department is now yours.”

At this moment, Yuan Weihong interrupted, "Wait a minute?"

"I've done everything you asked for, so what are you doing now?!"

Yuan Weihong still loves his students, at least he loves Fang Ziye.

"Master, of course I'll just be a rich second-generation heir waiting to die!"

"Don't you know? I think the happiest time for me was during my doctoral studies."

"Carefree," Fang Ziye replied with a smile, sending a voice message.

"you."

Yuan Weihong said, "First of all, I don't want to be criticized."

"Secondly, those with virtue should hold the position."

Fang Ziye replied, "Master, to put it bluntly, what business is it of the outside world to do with what happens within our sect?"

"Secondly, who dares to say that you, Master, are without virtue or ability?"

"Furthermore, Master, with my temperament, I'm only suited to lead a group at most, not to be an administrative director!"

Fang Ziye was very aware of his weakness, which was that in extreme situations, he lacked the kind of tact that others would 'think' he was.

But Fang Ziye felt that he couldn't change; his so-called tactfulness was something he had been molded out of.

After obtaining the panel, Fang Ziye rose to prominence and dominated everything he did. He suppressed others with violence, and all attempts to refine others were shattered by Fang Ziye's sharp edges.

As for Fang Ziye trying to correct his temper now, the opportunity is long gone, and it would only make him feel too exhausted!
“Master, as long as I don’t leave Zhongnan Hospital, no one will dare to say that you are unworthy.”

"Why bother with all that other stuff?" Fang Ziye said.

Yuan Weihong said, "Even if I'm not the director when I'm in my prime, what if I retire?"

"Aren't there also my junior brothers Lan Tianluo and Jie Han?" Fang Ziye had already chosen his candidates.

"Being a director doesn't necessarily mean you're the best."

Yuan Weihong: "..."

……

Deng Haibo's message was: "Ziye truly lives up to his name; when he does make a move, it's astonishing."

"After Professor Wu stepped down, he called me and talked about Professor Fang. I stayed in my room for two whole hours, racking my brains, but I still couldn't figure it out!"

Fang Ziye straightened his posture by wiggling his hips, and quickly typed a message with both hands: "Professor Deng, you flatter me. I was just doing my job. I hope you and Professor Wu will not blame me for overstepping my bounds!"

"Actually, the idea came from Professor Wu Yong; I was just a worker carrying out the mission..."

Fang Ziye then sent two cute "smiling, chosen working-class" emojis.

I pressed it.

When Deng Haibo saw Fang Ziye bring up the name Wu Yong, he could only helplessly say, "Professor Fang is indeed eloquent and very low-key."

Wu Yong is the director, so Deng Haibo can't say anything bad about Wu Yong.

But in reality, Deng Haibo knew that ideas are ideas, thinking is thinking, and actions are actions.

Many people can think of ways to do things better, but whether they can actually do it and realize it in reality is the most important thing.

This is especially true in surgery.

True skill lies in the hands.

"It's not that I'm being modest, I'm just stating the facts. Professor Deng, I never even considered doing any major artery hemostasis suturing. None of the doctors in our orthopedics department have ever had such a thought," Fang Ziye explained, leading the entire orthopedics department in his explanation.

Simply put, in orthopedics, arteries can be stopped from bleeding before suturing.

At worst, they would amputate the leg; there's no concept of suturing a major artery to stop the bleeding.

In vascular surgery, Professor Wu Yong could have such thoughts in order to save lives.

In orthopedics, no one can have such thoughts. Anyone who dares to have such thoughts is just showing off and gambling with the patient's life!

The ins and outs must be clearly analyzed and properly laid out.

This will provide a foundational explanation for Fang Ziye's future similar operations.

Moreover, this is also a fact.

Deng Haibo was already a seasoned veteran, and he was very sensible in the face of Fang Ziye's cunning tactics: "Alright, alright, Professor Fang, I will definitely put in a good word for Director Wu Yong."

"Try to persuade him to believe it."

Fang Ziye appeared to be being modest, but in reality, he was asking Deng Haibo to do something for him, which meant flattering Professor Wu Yong to eliminate Fang Ziye's "worries about the future"!
Wu Yong should take the initiative to step forward and show off, and make this reputation a success.

Fang Ziye began to complain: "Oh, thank you so much, Teacher Deng."

“Teacher Deng, you are very familiar with my master, you should know that I have no choice but to fall so many times, and the more I fall, the more it hurts. The only way to learn from the experience is to fall and get hurt…”

Deng Haibo interrupted the conversation: "Alright, Fang Youtiao, I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going to go have drinks with Deng Yong this weekend."

Instead of reaping many benefits, Fang Ziye assigned him a task.

Fang Ziye had now finished clearing Deng Haibo's chat window. Not seeing any messages from Luo Tingzhu, Fang Ziye moved on to the next section—

"Aunt Ruan, can Uncle Liu be discharged from the hospital? That's great news!"

"When are you being discharged? I'll come to see you off then," Fang Ziye said.

Aunt Ruan quickly replied, "Professor Fang, you don't need to trouble yourself when you're busy. We've been quite a burden to you during our hospital stay. You've come so many times."

“I’ve also asked many people in the department about you, Professor Fang, and I know you’ve been very busy lately.”

Ruan Qiutao's tone was sincere.

At first, Ruan Qiutao was also misled by her daughter and thought that Fang Ziye was just throwing a tantrum, since he only came to the hospital two or three times during their stay.

But after she found out Fang Ziye's schedule, she realized that Fang Ziye was really giving her a lot of face by taking the time to come and perform the surgery himself.

"Aunt Ruan, why are you being so polite with me?" Fang Ziye didn't say it outright.

Ruan Qiutao was, after all, Luo Tingzhu's mother.

Ruan Qiutao's tone was resolute: "Professor Fang, one thing is one thing."

"We still need to be able to distinguish between them."

Upon seeing this, Fang Ziye tapped the table and asked indirectly, "Aunt Ruan, I have a junior brother who is currently conducting research in Shashi."

“Why don’t you stay in Han City for a few more days? You and Uncle Liu have been here for so long, and I haven’t even had a chance to treat you to a meal.”

After seeing these two messages, Ruan Qiutao remained silent for a long time.

"Professor Fang, you don't need to trouble yourself. There's no need for a meal."

"I wonder which hospital your junior colleague works at now, Professor Fang?" Ruan Qiutao asked very cautiously.

After reading the message, Fang Ziye suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He remembered that one year during the Spring Festival, Luo Tingzhu's parents and their entire family went to Wuhan, hoping to have a get-together.

However, Luo Tingzhu disrupted the gathering.

“Aunt Ruan, I’m free now. Could you come downstairs? Shall we take a walk around the School of Basic Medical Sciences together?” Fang Ziye asked.

“Okay…” Ruan Qiutao nodded.

Fang Ziye left the house very quickly, and half an hour later, he and Ruan Qiutao walked together on the playground behind the School of Basic Medical Sciences.

Ruan Qiutao was completely absorbed in looking at the photo album related to Lan Tianluo that Fang Ziye had specially organized.

Upon seeing a photo of Lan Tianluo and Tong Hua, Ruan Qiutao specifically asked, "Who is this girl?"

“Her name is Tong Hua. She’s a pharmacist at Peking Union Medical College Hospital. She’s currently my junior colleague’s girlfriend. She’s three years older than Tian Luo,” Fang Ziye replied meticulously.

Ruan Qiutao nodded, looked at the photos of the fairy tale very carefully, and then turned to the next page, only to find that the album had reached the end.

She then returned the phone to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye, who already knew about the relationship between Lan Tianluo and Ruan Qiutao, was now even more certain of this.

When Fang Ziye put his phone away, he lowered his voice and asked, "Auntie, I'm actually quite puzzled."

"Professor Fang, I should go back now. Liu Xia can't take good care of your Uncle Liu by herself!" Ruan Qiutao changed the subject.

He switched from sitting to walking, clutching his shoulder bag in his hand, and started walking forward.

"Aunt Ruan!" Fang Ziye called out to Ruan Qiutao.

Ruan Qiutao lowered her head, seemingly wiping something with her arm: "I don't blame him."

"At that time, he had no other choice; he couldn't protect us."

“I am also grateful to my mother-in-law, because I never spoke to him again for the rest of my life. I never forgave him, not even until my death.”

Ruan Qiutao's voice was very soft and low, almost inaudible.

But it was delivered right to Fang Ziye's ear.

But it was just these few simple lines that made Fang Ziye guess something, and he didn't delve any further into it.

So, it seems that everything makes sense now.

The reason why Luo Tingzhu's grandmother was at odds with Luo Pan and Lan Tianluo was not because Lan Tianluo treated Luo Tingzhu badly, but because Luo Pan did not treat Ruan Qiutao well enough.

Otherwise, how could a child's joke have caused such resentment in an elderly person, leading to a lifetime of estrangement?

But as for why Luo Tingzhu's grandmother harbored hatred even towards Lan Tianluo, her "own grandson," that's not something Fang Ziye can discuss or hear today.

At the beginning and end of the 21st century, China's security environment was very chaotic!
It was nowhere near as good as it is now.

After returning home, Fang Ziye did not mention the matter to Luo Tingzhu. Instead, he chatted with Luo Tingzhu while organizing the documents, and they talked until about one o'clock in the morning before going to sleep.

……

The next day, at nine o'clock in the morning, the Department of Orthopedics.

Du Yingshan and Fang Ziye personally went to the director's office and carefully reviewed the film on a computer.

Furthermore, the MRI results at the time of admission were compared with those from the day before.

Du Yingshan's voice carried a hint of caution: "Ziye, based on the segmental comparison before and after Liu Gaobo's operation, the osteolysis caused by the tumor has shrunk by at least half."

"Spinal angiography also showed that the tumor is still localized within the vertebral bone, and there was no enhancement of surrounding blood vessels or lymph nodes."

"This is only the result of one round of chemotherapy."

"Based on my discussions with Professor Hu, Professor Ning Haiqing, and other experts in the field, we speculate that Liu Gaobo is very likely to achieve a clinical cure through chemotherapy."

"It's just that the gap caused by bone resorption might be quite large later on, but that's okay. We can fill it directly with PvP and avoid open surgery."

"This is a very standard and typical case of total chemotherapy for osteosarcoma, which meets the current surgical standards for osteosarcoma treatment."

Everything Du Yingshan said was displayed in the MRI system, and Fang Ziye could also see it.

However, Fang Ziye still meticulously reviewed Liu Gaobo's various examination indicators from top to bottom.

He tilted his head and asked, "Professor Du, during Liu Gaobo's entire chemotherapy process, some chemotherapy drugs still leaked into his body system, and his liver and kidney functions were still temporarily abnormal."

Upon hearing this, Du Yingshan said, "That's for sure. This dosage is almost negligible. It's likely to enter the body through the focal lymphatic system or the tissue fluid system."

"The chemotherapy dose is less than one-thousandth of the conventional dose, and it only causes abnormal fluctuations in liver and kidney function, which is already a negligible state."

"Ziye, in our ward, the first phase of chemotherapy is currently working very well, especially in terms of safety."

"Because the chemotherapy drugs are concentrated within the segment, we have boldly increased the chemotherapy dosage to twice the conventional dose based on calculations, and it is still safe and reliable."

"Based on our calculations, Professor Hu Pingdong and I estimate that the final chemotherapy dosage, if fully refined, could reach five to fifteen times the high-throughput chemotherapy!"

Du Yingshan's guess was not unfounded, but rather a rough estimate based on the amount of drug that was leaked.

However, Fang Ziye still cautiously said, "Professor Du, in our animal experiments, the highest average throughput of chemotherapy was only seven times that of conventional chemotherapy."

"What can be confirmed is that chemotherapy drugs still have a chemotherapy effect at seven times the concentration flux, but whether they still have a chemotherapy effect at even higher concentrations is not supported by absolute data."

"We may need to conduct further animal experiments to investigate further!" Fang Ziye told him truthfully.

Clinical trials should be based on animal testing and cannot be separated from clinical trials.

Upon hearing this, Du Yingshan quickly replied, "Fang Ziye, that's for sure."

"Our department is already conducting higher-throughput animal experiments. Our hospital has readily available microcirculatory systems, and the technology is readily available!"

"You certainly don't need to worry about that, Ziye."

"I can say with absolute certainty that this will be a major revolution in cancer treatment!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye suddenly asked tentatively, "Professor Du, what if the chemotherapy is effective in the future and surgical intervention is no longer necessary?"

"So, does the treatment of bone tumors fall under the oncology department?"

Bang! ~
Du Yingshan was so excited that he didn't even think about this point—

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, Du Yingshan slammed his right hand directly onto the table, causing the teacup to shake several times.

Fang Ziye was taken aback for a moment, then quickly stood up: "Professor Du, I have some things to attend to in my department. Should I go back for a bit?"

Du Yingshan didn't reply. His gaze swept over Fang Ziye from head to toe. His mouth opened and closed uncertainly, his eyes were deep, and his pupils seemed to hold a thousand words, but they were suppressed and did not burst out.

Judging from Du Yingshan's expression at that moment, those words weren't very pleasant to hear.

"Teacher Du." After nearly half a minute, Fang Ziye felt a chill and called out to Du Yingshan again, hoping he could regain his senses.

"It's alright, Ziye, you can go." Du Yingshan's voice became low and somber...

Fang Ziye seized the opportunity to slip away—after leaving the director's office, Associate Professor Chen Xiao was stopped at the door by a subordinate who was asking about the dosage of a drug while holding a notebook.

Chen Xiao said, "Professor Hu may have made a mistake. Please correct it first, and I will call again to ask in detail to ensure the dosage is safe."

"Very good, very meticulous in doing things."

"Then I'll go write the doctor's order now, Professor Chen." The graduate student nodded.

Upon seeing Fang Ziye approach, he immediately called out, "Teacher Fang."

Chen Xiao greeted him, "Ziye, you're here to see your acquaintances again?"

"He's ready to be discharged; the first round of chemotherapy was very effective."

"Hongsheng, go and write the doctor's orders."

The graduate student named Hongsheng immediately walked away obediently.

"Well, Professor Du said he's being discharged today, so I came to visit. Thank you all for taking care of him during this time, Xiao-ge." Fang Ziye hesitated for a moment, but decided to change Chen Xiao's address to Xiao-ge.

Chen Xiao isn't that old, only thirty-seven, the same age as his master, and only about seven years older than him.

"It's mainly Professor Du and Cao Jin who have worked hard. Your relative was personally managed by Dr. Cao Jin!" Chen Xiao emphasized.

Cao Jin was a fellow doctoral student at Zhongnan Hospital who stayed on as a cohort with Fang Ziye. I heard he was highly qualified in the Department of Orthopedics.

In this cohort, I was just a tiny bit short of passing the master's degree requirements for orthopedics and was able to proceed to the advanced skills assessment for doctoral studies.

In that year, my overall score ranked first in the Department of Bone Diseases.

Very few people at Zhongnan Hospital can pursue doctoral studies or stay on as staff through specialized skills assessments. In the Department of Trauma Surgery, if it weren't for Fang Ziye and Song Yi, we would have to wait until Lan Tianluo matured before another talent like him would emerge.

“Brother Jin also sent me a message a while ago, he really went through a lot,” Fang Ziye said.

"Xiao-ge, your team's data should be pretty good, right?"

Chen Xiao nodded: "Didn't I collect them all and send them to you? Ziye, you didn't even look at them?"

Fang Ziye said, "I believe our hospital's staff are more meticulous in their work, so there's no need to look at anything!"

"I mostly look at the data from three other hospitals and extract outliers."

Chen Xiao replied in a businesslike tone, "Then you still have to watch it. This is no joke."

"Professor Hu and Professor Du often say that we should be ready to receive your feedback at any time!"

Fang Ziye said, "We need to wait until all the data has been statistically analyzed before we can provide better clinical data based on the data."

"I think my previous guess was correct. In animal experiments, the therapeutic effect of six times the flux was higher than other multiples, but the conclusion would definitely be different in humans."

"Because the ratio of the volume and surface area of ​​the human skeleton to the volume and surface area of ​​the lower limbs, as well as the ratio of the total surface area of ​​the human body, are all different."

Chen Xiao nodded: "That's true. Ziye, you're so meticulous and rigorous in your work, it's no wonder you're famous."

"If you become successful in the future, don't forget to give your brother Xiao a hand."

"The relationship between us two brothers..." Chen Xiao and Fang Ziye began to walk arm in arm toward the department exit...

Hand surgery, demonstration classroom.

Zhu Quanlin is presenting a very serious and professional report comparing the patient's pre- and post-operative activity data: "The patient's current wrist joint range of motion is shown in the table below!"

"Palm flexion: 30° before surgery, 45° after surgery, normal reference value: 50°-60°."

"Dorsal extension: 5° preoperatively, currently 22° postoperatively; normal reference range: 30°-60°"

"Ulnar deviation: 12° preoperatively, currently 26° postoperatively; normal reference range: 30°-40°"

"Radial deviation: 6° preoperatively, 15° postoperatively, normal reference range 25°-30°."

"Internal rotation..."

"Finger extensor muscle strength..."

Because it was in the hand surgery department, Zhu Quanlin and his colleagues reported on the postoperative functional examinations of the patients in great detail and with great precision.

Each muscle strength was individually rated and assessed; this kind of examination can only be performed by highly specialized hand surgeons.

There may be some omissions in the prescriptions, but the results are still easy to understand.

Zhu Quanlin spent a full ten minutes reporting on just the results of a detailed physical examination of an upper limb.

After listening, Liu Huanglong turned his head and asked seriously, "Ziye, how do you feel about the current progress of your recovery?"

"I was initially worried that our team wouldn't be able to handle this functional reconstruction surgery for degenerative disease, but judging from the current results, it seems to be going quite well."

Fang Ziye listened, looked at Liu Huanglong carefully, and, meeting Liu Huanglong's expectant gaze, asked, "Teacher Liu, would you like me to give a written critique or a physical critique?"

Liu Huanglong was immediately stumped: "What's the difference between the two?"

Guan Qiquan and Yang Wenzheng immediately straightened their casual sitting posture, placed their hands flat in front of their abdomens, and put away their playful smiles.

“A literary critique is a compliment, while a military critique is the truth,” Fang Ziye said expressionlessly.

"Then listen to them all!" Liu Huanglong reached out his right hand to scratch his temple, then stroked his earlobe.

"In terms of the written review, the overall success of the surgery was excellent. The functional improvement is also very good, and the postoperative prospects are promising."

"Especially in terms of muscle strength reconstruction, the strength of most muscles has basically recovered to level four or above, which means they can resist some resistance."

"The surgery was performed beautifully," Fang Ziye said with a smile.

Liu Huanglong lowered his right hand, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together for a moment: "What about Wu Pi?"

Who performed the muscle sutures on this patient?

"Or rather, who performed the finger extensor muscle reconstruction surgery on this patient?" Fang Ziye pointed out directly.

Associate Professor Guan Qiquan glanced at Liu Huanglong subconsciously, and then very sensibly raised his hand, while Liu Huanglong touched his nose.

"Well done, but don't do it again next time!"

"Don't do tendon and muscle transplants casually during extensor muscle reconstruction!" Fang Ziye didn't actually give a formal critique.

Liu Huanglong asked in detail: "During the operation, we found that the patient's muscles were all in a state of atrophy, and there was not much muscle left."

"In this situation, what should be done if a transplant is not performed?"

Fang Ziye said, "As long as it hasn't completely disappeared or rotted away, don't create unnecessary trouble."

"Transplantation is more often used in repair surgery."

"Reconstructive surgery and transplantation should be distinguished."

"The less muscle and tendon remains, the more cautious you need to be with tendon transplantation, since it's not the same muscle and tendon from the corresponding area!"

"No matter how you reshape it, it can never be the original state."

"On the contrary, if you don't get a transplant, it won't affect your muscle strength too much, unless it's completely missing and there's no other way but to rebuild it with a transplant."

"Otherwise, it is better to perform functional reconstruction of the original anatomical structure rather than anatomical reconstruction after transplantation."

"This is different from local adhesion surgery after rupture surgery..."

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "However, the treatment of nerve segments is still very good. Professor Liu is particularly professional in nerve processing."

Although Fang Ziye was praising himself, Liu Huanglong was not happy at all.

Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise, and he is more skilled in neural processing.

He then asked, "Ziye, are tendon transfer and tendon transplantation procedures particularly complex?"

Only a true hand surgeon knows that tendon treatment and nerve treatment are actually different, and different people have different levels of skill and expertise.

"In the end, it all comes down to personal experience. There's no absolute right or wrong. Professor Liu, I'm just sharing my personal experience." Fang Ziye knew Liu Huanglong might not be in a good mood, so he tactfully softened his tone.

After all, Liu Huanglong wasn't a trauma surgeon; he was waiting for praise and recognition, not criticism.

Liu Huanglong was actually in a very good mood after performing the first functional reconstruction surgery for a neurodegenerative disease in the department.

"Sigh, surgery doesn't seem simple, and doing it well is even more difficult."

"Ziye, there's no way to save this patient. I'll definitely be more careful next time!" Liu Huanglong said.

Fang Ziye continued, "Teacher Liu, the causes of patients' illnesses are different, so the approach to treatment should also be different."

"Furthermore, we must pay attention to our ultimate expectations for the patient's functional recovery!"

"If the patient only requires a relatively simple range of motion, then either method can be chosen."

"If the patient has high and precise requirements for postoperative mobility, then we must revise the treatment model and approach based on the cause of the illness!"

"There is no absolute method for functional reconstruction, only suitable reconstruction approaches."

"At its core, it's about the flexible application and transformation of the two reconstruction approaches: anatomical reconstruction and functional reconstruction. That's the key point."

“Anatomy reconstruction is not necessarily the best. Although functional reconstruction is currently abandoned by most subspecialties and teams, it does not mean that it is bad.”

"If, during the procedure, one blindly follows a particular concept, it will limit the upper limit of the surgical prognosis."

"Personally, I still think that what we in hand surgery need to do now is not just to complete a single surgery or a type of surgery."

"Instead, we need to actually perform a type of surgery that others can't do well, or even clean up the messes of surgeries that others have performed but had problems with."

"This is a problem we must face after we start developing functional reconstruction surgery, and it is also a responsibility we should shoulder."

"When you start something, finish it!"

"Of course, this is just my opinion!" Fang Ziye said meaningfully.

Liu Huanglong was very ambitious, and Fang Ziye couldn't manage him like he managed his own master.

But after all, we had known each other and even worked together.

If the conditions are right, Fang Ziye should still tell Liu Huanglong that he's been taking a bit too big a step lately!
It's clear that your current hand surgery team is out of touch with you.

The most obvious point is that even the associate professors in your group can no longer constrain your thinking. Such a team is disconnected and unhealthy!
What are the responsibilities of an associate professor? First, learn surgical procedures; second, mentor subordinates; third, handle routine surgeries in the ward; and fourth, supervise the professors leading their teams, ensuring that there is a dissenting voice so that the professors know they cannot have absolute authority.

If an associate professor fails to perform any one of these functions well, the team will inevitably become disconnected and in a sub-healthy state.

At first, it might not seem like a big deal, but it will gradually evolve into a one-man show, where whatever Liu Huanglong says goes.

In the end, they went further and further astray, and had long since deviated from the concept of a team!
Fang Ziye could say these things to Yuan Weihong, but he couldn't say them to Liu Huanglong because Fang Ziye wasn't Liu Huanglong's teacher, and Liu Huanglong hadn't benefited much from Fang Ziye.

Liu Huanglong is a shrewd man after all. Although he is not very old, he has climbed to such a position at such a young age, which shows that he has a very keen sense of opportunity.

“Ziye, if you have anything else to say, feel free to say it,” Liu Huanglong asked, stroking his chin.

"No, that's not possible, Teacher Liu."

"These are my thoughts on this surgery. Overall, it's a major breakthrough for our department!"

“I said before that you, Professor Liu, could definitely complete this surgery,” Fang Ziye said cautiously.

Being able to complete something and being able to complete it relatively perfectly are two different concepts.

Upon hearing this, Liu Huanglong stood up and walked out of the office with Fang Ziye.

Liu Huanglong escorted Fang Ziye all the way to the entrance of the hand surgery ward. After they entered the stairwell, Liu Huanglong said, "Ziye, is there something you'd like to say that's inappropriate to say in front of others?"

Fang Ziye had already stepped down the third step, his right hand gripping the handrail, and turned his head to say, "Teacher Liu, I don't think the problem I raised was a problem with your operation!"

"I know you have done your best."

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he walked downstairs. Liu Huanglong called out twice more, but he didn't turn back.

Liu Huanglong's expression gradually turned serious. After his eyes flickered a few times, he muttered, "It's not a problem with the operation?"

"But you clearly said that I didn't operate it well enough?"

After Liu Huanglong returned to his office, he heard Guan Qiquan and others whispering among themselves.

Liu Huanglong eavesdropped for a while.

Zhu Quanlin said, "Brother Guan, isn't this Fang Ziye being too disrespectful to Teacher Liu? He's criticizing us both with both literary and military methods, even though our surgery was already done so well."

Guan Qiquan shook his head: "Honest advice is hard to hear, but it is beneficial to conduct."

“Fang Ziye is not Yuan Weihong, nor is he the kind of person who likes to show off or put on airs in front of others.”

“I always felt that Fang Ziye had other reasons for not choosing to perform this surgery.”

Yang Wenzheng asked, "Back then, didn't Fang Ziye say that our team was absolutely capable of handling this surgery?"

"That's exactly right! What deeper meaning could there be?"

Guan Qiquan then asked, "So tell me, we've already finished, and the results we reported were so good, why is he suddenly issuing a written or physical reprimand?"

"What does it mean?"

"Trying to get attention by stepping on our hand surgery department?"

"If Fang Ziye really wants to make his presence felt, wouldn't it be better for him to just ignore us?"

"Why bother inviting him? He'll just offend Professor Liu again."

"Are you just bored and have nothing better to do?"

Zhu Quanlin replied, "Just say what you want to say directly. Who are you trying to fool with this riddle?"

"Who else can they mess with? Me!" Liu Huanglong pushed open the door and entered.

Guan Qiquan and the others stood up one after another and respectfully greeted Director Liu.

Liu Huanglong instructed, "From now on, our group will no longer perform functional reconstruction surgery for this type of neurodegenerative disease."

"We can't do it yet."

Upon hearing this, Guan Qiquan's expression changed slightly: "Professor Liu, is it...?"

"Are we already finished?"

"The results so far are quite good."

Guan Qiquan, however, felt that the current quality of the surgeries was quite good and very promising.

If we had chosen not to start in the first place, that would have been fine. But now that we've already started, why would we want to stop? Wouldn't all our previous efforts have been for nothing?
"But it didn't satisfy Fang Ziye, did it?"

"The relationships between subspecialists are quite delicate, so it's important to be careful!"

"Compared with the functional reconstruction surgery for functional impairments after previous trauma surgery, the functional reconstruction surgery we are doing now is still somewhat lacking."

"We'll still have a lenient entry policy but strict exit policy. Once Fang Ziye and his team have developed an animal testing model, we can practice properly then."

"Don't ruin the current excellent situation of our hand surgery just for the sake of performing surgery."

"If Fang Ziye can keep Yuan Weihong and the others in check, we need to think carefully about why..."

Guan Qiquan slapped his right cheek: "Last month, it could be explained that the trauma surgery department didn't have a senior doctor to cover it up."

"This month, Professor Gong Jiahe has come to Zhongnan Hospital, but Fang Ziye still chooses to remain unchanged."

"They should be recuperating and resting."

Liu Huanglong picked up his right hand: "But Fang Ziye is right about one thing: we can indeed perform this kind of surgery."

“Even though we have never done this before, our internal strength and skills have already been solidly improved.”

"It's just that the heat isn't quite right yet."

"Sigh, I really envy Yuan Weihong for being Fang Ziye's teacher, so Fang Ziye can tear Yuan Weihong's clothes without any restraint."

"No matter how much I collaborate with him, it's still just a relationship between Professor Liu and Fang Ziye, or Professor Fang..." Liu Huanglong sighed, his voice filled with a deep sense of loneliness.

When Fang Ziye returned to the trauma surgery department, Yuan Weihong was already getting a little impatient.

He paced back and forth at the door of the demonstration room, glancing at his watch and muttering, "What's going on here?"

When Fang Ziye appeared in the distance and called out "Master," Yuan Weihong suppressed all his impatience: "Ziye, you've arrived."

We've been waiting for you!

"Professor Gong and Professor Xiong Zhizhang are here too!" Yuan Weihong said, taking Fang Ziye's hand as he saw him.

"Master, we were delayed for a little while in the hand surgery department."

"Excuse me!" Fang Ziye quickly put his phone into his white coat, bowed his head slightly, pushed open the door, and followed Yuan Weihong into the demonstration room filled with large-scale demonstrations.

(End of this chapter)