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Chapter 702 Let's verify it!
Xiong Hanzhong felt rather helpless upon hearing Fang Ziye's words, knowing that Fang Ziye was just a clinical doctor and therefore not as professional and tactful as him when faced with such situations.

He quickly took over the conversation: "Sir, let's hear what Professor Fang has to say first. As I told you before, our hospital is so big, and the professors who practice here are all famous in the province."

"The hospital can't run away, and neither can the people."

Fang Ziye continued to explain in a low voice: "I'm sorry, but generally speaking, if the patient brings their own test results, I personally prefer to include them in the medical record in chronological order."

"Look here, I wrote up to November 2, 2023, the review report of the MRI and X-ray examination results, no examination results from the local hospital."

The young man then said, "So you mean my mom didn't show it to you?"

"You wrote the medical records. If you deliberately omitted them or made mistakes, who can we complain to?"

“My mom always organizes her test results very well; all the films are arranged in order.”

To show that he wasn't being unreasonable, the young man pulled out his bag and said, "Director Xiong, and all the leaders, take a look for yourselves."

"Is what I said true?"

"This is a medical record book from Zhongnan Hospital, taken from this compartment. This is a medical record book from Xiehe Hospital. This is a medical record book from our county hospital. And there are also medical record books from the prefecture-level city hospital."

"Movies! ~These."

"The blood test results are in this box."

After presenting his evidence, the young man continued, "Doctor, my father is a very meticulous person. He always does things in an orderly manner. You can't frame him."

"It's impossible to create something out of nothing."

As the young man spoke, he categorized and organized the patients' examination results and data onto the table one by one.

This also allowed Fang Ziye to clearly see all the test results, including the medical records arranged in order of region.

After the other party produced medical records from the county hospital and the prefecture-level city hospital, Fang Ziye remembered this patient.

However, Fang Ziye remembered that at the time, the two of them only took the films from the prefecture-level city hospital last year and the MRI results from August of this year, and did not bring them with them.

The old man pondered for a moment, then looked intently at Fang Ziye and replied, "My wife only has a problem with her legs, and I have a heart condition. We've always kept separate."

"I will not leave without the test results."

Without video or photographic documentation, it's impossible to clearly explain what has already happened.

Even Fang Ziye couldn't be so cautious as to take a picture of every patient he saw.

However, Fang Ziye was not in a hurry. While the young man and the old man were talking, he took another look at his medical records from the county hospital and the prefecture-level city hospital, as well as his examination data from the past 23 years.

After reading it, Fang Ziye became even more certain that, under the circumstances at the time, the man's mother had not been diagnosed with osteosarcoma.

That was less than a year ago.

If she was diagnosed with osteosarcoma in August, it proves that this type of osteosarcoma is one that is rapidly invasive.

If it's delayed, it could very well develop into a transitional period.

It wasn't there in November last year, but it appeared in August this year, and they even said that it had metastasized to the surrounding lymph nodes. That's quite an exaggerated rate of progress.

Even if it started growing last December, it wouldn't have been nine months before the tumor spread to the surrounding lymph nodes...

"Who knows if he made a mistake? He didn't even look at this year's test results before saying that my mother is fine."

"I was thinking of prescribing some painkillers and swelling reducers and sending her back..." the young man continued.

Seeing that Fang Ziye did not reply, Xiong Hanzhong continued to reassure him, "What you said makes some sense, but the associate professors in our hospital who can hold outpatient clinics are all very professional."

"Let's take our time and analyze what happened. Then, please carefully consider what your complaint is about. Is that alright?"

"Let's all calm down first."

"Although it's possible—and I mean possible—that Professor Fang made some mistakes or oversights during the diagnosis, you did go to Peking Union Medical College Hospital for a follow-up consultation after all."

"After all, the occurrence and development of tumors are not caused by us doctors or external forces—right?"

Upon hearing this, the young man's breathing became heavier, and he truly began to ponder what kind of outcome he wanted.

It's probably impossible to get Fang Ziye to leave the company, and it's also difficult to get him to pay compensation!

At most, they might apologize, be disciplined, or after a lawsuit, the hospital might give them a token amount of money.

During this break, Fang Ziye watched the August films that he hadn't seen before.

Afterwards, I glanced again at the test results report that I had transcribed during the outpatient visit, and I had a general understanding of the patient's condition.

“Uncle, shall we reorganize things properly?” Fang Ziye said.

The old man was very angry, probably because he had a good relationship with his wife, which is why he was so furious with Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye's mistake could very well ruin her life.

"First, when you arrived at our hospital, your chief complaint was right knee pain for over a year, which worsened when walking or changing position!"

“Since you brought your own tests from the local hospital, I didn’t order any imaging tests for you. I just drew a blood sample and did a physical examination.”

"These are all reflected in the medical records, right? That's a fact." Fang Ziye reviewed the medical records to summarize the consultation process.

The old man remained silent.

The young man then classically pressed on, asking, "Why didn't you check?"

Clearly, the imaging data from the local hospital that Fang Ziye provided cannot be used as a basis for his decision not to undergo MRI scans again.

At this time, it is 'impossible' for the patient and their family to be short of money.

Fang Ziye did not argue with the other party, and continued: "Based on my physical examination results and blood test results, these objective evidences do not support any specific signs in the patient."

"The patient also stated that he had not suffered any external injury, and that he had not suffered any external injury after the pain persisted. Moreover, it has been confirmed that there is degeneration of the articular cartilage, which is a pathological feature of osteoarthritis."

"So, at present, it's just a difference between mild and mild-to-moderate, and the nature of the illness will not change much."

"From my perspective when I first saw the patient, the diagnosis I made was correct."

The young man was about to continue speaking, but Fang Ziye, who had already taken over the rhythm, did not give him a chance and took the initiative to suppress the other party's voice.

"Please don't rush, let me analyze and explain slowly."

Fang Ziye's imposing aura began to emanate as he raised his right hand: "First, you may think I'm making excuses for misreading the MRI results from August of this year."

“I can’t provide any substantial evidence right now. I said I haven’t seen it, but you said you have.”

"So now, even if I did see it, but I didn't include it in the medical record, I still didn't misdiagnose it."

"Your mother's current condition is nothing more than osteoarthritis complicated by specific chronic osteomyelitis."

"It's not osteosarcoma as you're saying!~"

"If I had seen this MRI at the time, my diagnosis would not have been a simple case of articular cartilage degeneration."

"Second, the diagnosis of specific chronic osteomyelitis relies on blood tests for autoimmunity and smear results. At that time, we did not conduct this in-depth examination, and the number of such cases was extremely small."

"The patient's disease course is not yet complete, and the guidelines do not support further investigation at this point in time..."

The young man laughed upon hearing this: "Ha, you're still pretending, still making things up?"

"Peking Union Medical College Hospital has confirmed it's osteosarcoma, and the biopsy results are in!"

"The results of a biopsy are the gold standard for diagnosis. Do I need to tell you that?"

"no?"

"Professor, you're a grown man, have you forgotten the meaning of 'being responsible for your actions'?"

How did you obtain your associate professor title?

"Even if you have connections at home, you can go to other departments, right? Why come to the hospital and cause trouble for us ordinary people?" The young man was also quite well-educated.

Even when very angry, he doesn't use profanity when he curses, but the insults he hurls are still quite offensive.

Fang Ziye calmly replied, "Yes, the gold standard for diagnosing osteosarcoma and specific chronic osteomyelitis is biopsy slides."

"But the biopsy results will take eight to ten business days to come out. Didn't you say that yourself?"

"This is just a quick result report, not the final pathology report."

"Isn't it a bit premature for you to put such a big label on me so quickly?" Fang Ziye preemptively retorted.

At this moment, Fang Ziye noticed that the old man sitting opposite him had a slight change in expression, and his eyes began to flicker.

Several times he seemed about to speak but then stopped himself.

"No? Professor Fang, eloquent words can't change the final result, can they?"

"I checked online and found that at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, the probability of the rapid results being consistent with the final pathology slide results is over 99.9%."

The young man said, "We should admit our mistakes and accept the punishment without hesitation. Why get so hung up on the specific time?"

"Can coming to you now or coming to you a week from now change the truth?"

"If that's how you put it, then I'll definitely pursue this matter to the end."

Fang Ziye replied, "Sir, please calm down. You're referring to information you found online. I'm a clinical doctor, and specifically an orthopedic surgeon."

"The 99.something percent you mentioned is just a rumor circulating online. I work in a hospital and have seen far more exceptions than you know."

"If the results of a rapid biopsy can serve as the final diagnostic basis, there's no need for further delays with paraffin sections!"

“I understand that you don’t trust my diagnosis and think that I’m just stalling for time to deal with the current situation first. That’s your thinking.”

"But the key point is, you don't have any concrete reasons or evidence right now, do you?"

"This preliminary diagnosis is for diagnostic reference only. You recognize the words after the asterisk (*), right? It is not a legal basis!"

"If you bring the final diagnosis report, and that is the final diagnosis from Peking Union Medical College Hospital, then I have something to say."

At this point, Fang Ziye turned to Xiong Hanzhong, the director of the medical affairs department, and said, "Director Xiong, could you help me contact the orthopedics department of Peking Union Medical College Hospital?"

"To avoid misunderstandings in the end?"

Upon hearing this, the young man was stunned and immediately turned on his phone's camera, exclaiming angrily, "You son of a bitch, trying to pull strings right in front of us, trying to pass off your connections as genuine?"

"Do you really not value the lives of ordinary people?" the young man stood up and began to roar.

"Don't think that just because your family has strong connections, you can change the final outcome!"

"My mother's life matters too. Even if Peking Union Medical College Hospital can protect you, there are other hospitals!"

"I bet your connections reach to the highest levels." The young man in town was starting to lose his guard.

After listening, Fang Ziye calmly continued, "Brother, you've really misunderstood. I don't have such powerful connections, much less such extraordinary abilities."

"But I personally still think that the diagnosis of tumors needs to be approached with great caution."

"Even if I were to do what you're suggesting, I couldn't possibly say it in front of you, could I?"

"Am I just looking for trouble?"

"You came here today to question me, not just to confirm that I misdiagnosed you, right?"

"Let's talk about the problems if we have them."

“Your mother’s condition is not osteosarcoma, and you still think I’m wrong? You’d rather believe your mother has cancer than hope that she doesn’t have cancer?”

"What exactly are you here for?" Fang Ziye got back into his rhythm.

"Can?"

"But that's impossible! Peking Union Medical College Hospital clearly stated that."

"The test results?" The young man was somewhat confused and uneasy after being stung by Fang Ziye's words.

Fang Ziye was too lazy to argue with the other party: "Do you want to convict me, or do you want to seek the truth?!"

"I have no grudge against you, so why would I ask you to confess?"

"I?"

The young man was truly at a loss: "But are you so sure that my mother doesn't have osteosarcoma?"

"Go back and wait for the results!"

"I'm too lazy to even contact them for you..."

“If Peking Union Medical College Hospital confirms it’s osteosarcoma later, then you can come find me then,” Fang Ziye said.

"But I want to make one thing clear: I haven't seen this film."

"But your father says he really did take it."

“This incident didn’t happen that long ago. We talked about it. I was facing hundreds of patients’ families by myself, so they might have forgotten. But he was only facing me.”

"There may be advertisements; please be aware of this."

“Our medical affairs department is right here, and the complaints management office is also here. There are people on duty 24 hours a day.”

“I’m also at Zhongnan Hospital, I can’t run away,” Fang Ziye said.

Having confirmed that the other party was not trying to frame him, Fang Ziye stopped trying to prove that he hadn't seen this year's MRI results.

Seeing Fang Ziye's certainty, Xiong Hanzhong blinked but still chose to trust him: "Yes, you can write down our office phone number."

"If you have any questions, feel free to call us anytime. Our staff will be available 24/7!"

Unfortunately, the young man's phone rang at that moment.

The young man picked it up, glanced at it, and quickly answered the call.

"Hello, is this Liang Tengxiang's family member? I am a doctor in the Department of Orthopedics at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, and I am also Liang Tengxiang's attending physician." A young voice came from the phone.

The voice is childish, so the person must be quite young.

Although the young man did not have a speaker, everyone was sitting very close together, so the sound could be accurately transmitted to everyone's ears.

“Yes, I am! I am her son,” the young man quickly replied.

"Here's the thing, Liang Tengxiang's pathology report is out, it's not osteosarcoma, I've already called to verify."

"So you don't need to have surgery, and you can be discharged tomorrow."

"Congratulations, it was just a misunderstanding." The voice on the phone remained polite.

After listening, the young man's gaze swept over Fang Ziye several times.

"Really, really?"

"Is there really a mistake?" The young man's tone was disordered.

"Yes, our department has a very tight bed situation. If your mother has a tumor, then we won't call you now, and we can schedule the surgery at an elective date."

"But since you may be discharged tomorrow, I'm letting you know in advance after my surgery."

"Professor Chi also asked me to explain to you that your mother's imaging results are very similar to signs of osteosarcoma."

"The final pathology result was a rare autoimmune-related inflammation that had spread to the lymph nodes."

"From our perspective as doctors, we can only feel at ease if we get a definitive diagnosis, which is why we arranged this biopsy for you..."

"We're actually happy for you that you don't have osteosarcoma, so you can rest assured." This graduate student was quite eloquent.

Upon hearing this, the young man stood frozen in place, unsure of what to say.

After the other party explained again, they said, "Remember to prepare, you can go home tomorrow after completing the discharge procedures."

"Since there are no special circumstances, there is no need for continued hospitalization."

After the call was disconnected, Fang Ziye sorted out the sequence of events, gathered up the medical records in front of him and stacked them neatly: "Well, I've said everything I wanted to say."

"Do you have any further questions?"

"If there are no problems, could you please withdraw your complaint?" Fang Ziye forced a smile.

"Professor Fang, what is my mother's current condition?"

"What should we do? Do we need further treatment?" the young man asked quickly.

At this point, the old man seemed to remember something and said in a low voice, "When we went to the clinic last time, it seems we left this year's test results at your house."

"I only remembered later that it was inserted when I went to Peking Union Medical College Hospital."

Fang Ziye shook his head: "This is the medical affairs department, the complaint management office, not a place for seeing a doctor."

"Please look at what's written on the wall. Do not discuss the patient's condition casually, and strictly prohibit the disclosure of the patient's privacy."

"Besides, the reason you came to see me today wasn't to see a doctor, was it?"

"If you had arrived a few hours later, I might not have received any complaints." Fang Ziye's face appeared completely harmless. "Professor Fang, I'm so sorry!"

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you, but I still want to know what should be done about my mother's condition?"

"She still feels pain," the young man apologized very directly.

Fang Ziye continued to shake his head: "Your mother is currently an inpatient at Peking Union Medical College Hospital. It's unreasonable for you to come all this way to consult me."

"I won't tell you either!"

"Now that the problem is resolved, I hope you can withdraw your complaint."

"Of course, this is just my wishful thinking... As patients, you still have the right to file a complaint."

"Thank you."

Fang Ziye did not linger in the battle and quickly ended the entanglement between the two sides.

When the young couple and the elderly man wanted to say something more, Director Xiong Hanzhong and Director Hu Liangpei of the Safety Office stood up and politely stopped them. Then, they had someone politely escort the family of three out of the Complaints Management Office.

As the young man left, he insisted, "I still have something to discuss with Professor Fang. Please let me in. I'll apologize to him."

The guy on duty at the complaints reception office casually closed the door, stroked his chin with his right hand, and said in a polite but slightly sharp tone: "Brother, calm down and try to put yourself in someone else's shoes."

“I know you are worried about your mother’s health, but the situation is different.”

“We understand the potential harm that a misdiagnosis by Professor Fang could cause to your mother, and you should also understand that your mother’s condition is not currently that urgent.”

"Moreover, your mother is currently hospitalized at Peking Union Medical College Hospital. The professors at our hospital have limited authority to make diagnoses and treatments. To put it more broadly, even if they say something, it's just a suggestion and doesn't count."

"Furthermore, from a humanistic perspective, even a clay figure has some temper!"

"You came here to complain without any explanation, and now it seems you've complained about the wrong person. Professor Fang must be very unhappy..."

The old man's son immediately said, "I can apologize to Professor Fang."

"But this matter..."

The young man continued, "An apology is one thing, but it has to be mutual. Just because you apologize doesn't mean the incident never happened."

"You should calm down. Everything will wait until your mother receives a confirmed diagnosis at Peking Union Medical College Hospital and is discharged."

"After this, if you still wish to consult Professor Fang about your mother's condition, please make an appointment at the outpatient clinic in a proper manner..."

"This is a complaint reception office, not a place to organize consultations, much less a place to see patients."

"Please..." The older brother politely saw the three of them off.

The young man didn't continue his idle chatter.

After all, no one could be sure of the truth about the 'misdiagnosis' until the old man's son received the phone call.

……

In the office, Director Xiong Hanzhong packed up all the materials and documents, stood up and said politely, "Professor Fang, thank you for your hard work."

"We tried our best to mediate today's matter before you arrived, but we were unable to handle it on our own, so we called you to come."

As the director of the medical affairs department, Xiong Hanzhong was nominally the "leader" of the clinical professors and chief physicians, but he knew very well that this was not a prefecture-level city hospital, but Zhongnan Hospital.

In a top-tier comprehensive tertiary hospital like Zhongnan Hospital, the people in the medical affairs department are practically nobody; the key to the hospital's existence is not administration at all.

Generally speaking, ordinary professors, associate professors, and associate chief physicians dare not show any temper in front of Xiong Hanzhong. Even if the other party has some connections, Xiong Hanzhong can still keep them firmly under control.

However, if it were a well-known professor like Professor Deng Yong, who held a certain position in the province, Xiong Hanzhong felt that he might not be able to cause trouble and shake the other party's position.

Fang Ziye is no ordinary clinician.

If it really came down to choosing between two leaders of a higher rank than Xiong Hanzhong, Fang Ziye would inevitably be the one to stay, not Xiong Hanzhong.

"Thank you for your trouble, Director Xiong. We're sorry to have caused you so much trouble."

Fang Ziye gently cupped his hands in greeting: "But when this patient came to the clinic, he certainly didn't bring his imaging test results from this year."

"Otherwise, according to my usual practice, I would make a record of it, and they wouldn't have to go through so much trouble."

Upon hearing this, Xiong Hanzhong immediately replied, "Professor Fang, I was discussing patient reception and attitude with you, but I have never doubted your professional competence."

"You only glanced at the MRI scan today, and you're already disproving the preliminary diagnosis of osteosarcoma from Peking Union Medical College Hospital!~"

"Such ability is not something I, an outsider, can question?"

"Our medical affairs department has always been wholeheartedly serving clinicians like Professor Fang."

Xiong Hanzhong gave a special reminder.

This is the survival rule of top-tier tertiary hospitals.

Doctors with master's or doctoral degrees are nothing; the medical affairs department can't be bothered with them. The graduate school and residency training office handle them.

The doctors, attending physicians, and associate chief physicians in our hospital just follow orders and that's it. How much temper can they have?

Going any higher, you have to be extremely cautious.

It happens frequently at Zhongnan Hospital to transfer a few administrative staff to remote, undesirable locations; this is considered a normal job reassignment.

If a top doctor like Fang Ziye was really driven away, it would be a normal job transfer for Xiong Hanzhong to be transferred from the head of the medical affairs department to the morgue 'supervisor'.

"Director Xiong, what about this complaint?"

"Our medical affairs department won't be so petty, will it? Because if we really want to play word games, there are still loopholes that can be found." Fang Ziye didn't need to worry about these details.

But I don't want to cause myself any trouble.

The diagnoses for simple articular cartilage damage and idiopathic osteomyelitis can be vastly different.

"Professor Fang is overthinking it. If everyone gets hung up on these word games, then our administrative departments will have no chance to do their jobs."

"We're the ones who deal with words the most."

"Right?" Xiong Hanzhong was also eloquent and stated the facts.

The medical affairs department has to manage countless documents. For example, if they accidentally click the wrong authorization for a professor's surgery, wouldn't they lose their job if they really started to argue about it?
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Fang Ziye took his leave.

After Fang Ziye left, Hu Liangpei, the director of the security office, touched his cheek and felt a slight cold sweat on his back. He said, "Director Xiong, you are more experienced in handling this kind of situation."

"Upon learning that the doctor involved was Professor Fang, we immediately began a comprehensive investigation and handled the matter meticulously."

"If it were me, I would probably be prejudiced from the start, and there would be awkwardness if we met again later."

Hu Liangpei is in charge of the safety office, which means he has to be assertive.

To ensure the normal operation of a hospital, one cannot be too meticulous or gentle.

Xiong Hanzhong glanced at the deputy director beside him, who quickly ducked and lowered his head, saying, "Director Hu, our jobs are different."

"In my position, I can only be cautious and trembling, seeking no merit but only avoiding mistakes."

"As the saying goes, a great reputation is never undeserved. Professor Fang's ability to achieve his current fame at such a young age is certainly not just for the sake of fame."

Xiong Hanzhong continued, "Now that we've had this experience, Professor Fang dares to conclude in front of so many of us that the preliminary biopsy results from Peking Union Medical College Hospital are incorrect, based solely on these examination records."

"Could such ability and courage come from mere social skills?"

"It's a pity that it's no longer appropriate to ask Professor Fang for his reasons for making that conclusion."

……

At the entrance of Zhongnan Hospital, the young man looked hesitant, as if he was carefully considering what Fang Ziye had just said.

"Xiaoxian, did Professor Fang just say that my dad might have some kind of AD?"

"What is this AD?" the young man asked.

The woman named Xiaoxian was the young man's wife. She was very polite and looked at him. She said, "We're not doctors, so let's not think about it too much. The right thing to do is to take Dad to the hospital for a thorough check-up this weekend."

Meng Xian then looked at the old man and said, "Dad, don't worry about it anymore. Du Yong and I checked before, and the final paraffin section result is the most authoritative."

"Mom's condition is not a tumor, which is a good thing and something we should all be happy about."

Du Xingguo looked remorseful and said, "Xiaoxian, I really forgot."

"Your mother and I have been in and out of the hospital quite a few times, but only once did we forget to bring our test results. I thought we had them with us."

"Now look what's happened, it's turned out like this."

"Professor Fang's skills seem to be better. Under those circumstances, he was able to be absolutely certain that it was a misdiagnosis by Peking Union Medical College Hospital."

"But now we've offended him."

Du Yong patted his head and said, "Dad, this is also my fault. This Professor Fang was recommended to me by a friend, and he strongly recommended him."

"That's why I booked an appointment for you as soon as possible. My friend told me about this appointment as soon as it became available at Zhongnan Hospital."

“I shouldn’t have gone on that business trip last month; I should have come with you all.”

"Later, when I heard that Professor Fang was so young, I suggested that you take Mom to Peking Union Medical College Hospital for another checkup..."

“If it weren’t for this, my mom wouldn’t have had to go through all that trouble in the operating room.”

While looking at his phone and checking the distance to the ride-hailing car, Meng Xian pondered for a while before saying, "Du Yong, the key to this matter may still lie with Mom's attending physician."

“We may not know Professor Fang Ziye’s prestige in the medical field, but he is a doctor specializing in bone tumors, so he must know it.”

"He also repeatedly told his father that Professor Fang Ziye might have made a misdiagnosis, and that the rapid biopsy results were a more authoritative examination than those of Professor Fang Ziye."

"Isn't this just leading us to file a complaint?"

Upon hearing this, Du Yong shook his head: "That shouldn't be the case. My mother's attending physician is just a resident physician, and he's only a graduate student at Peking Union Medical College Hospital."

"A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger; there's no need for us to do all this."

"It's meaningless."

“If Professor Fang’s diagnosis and advice to my mother hadn’t been so drastically different from the diagnosis at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, I wouldn’t have come here to complain about him.”

"Misdiagnosis can affect a person's entire life."

"Don't worry about the rest."

"But to be fair, this Professor Fang is really confident."

"That was a diagnosis from Peking Union Medical College Hospital, and they just rejected it without hesitation..."

-

That day, at 22:47.

In a residential area just 500 meters away from Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Tu Lang stood by the window, swallowing hard as he answered the phone, his voice tightening: "Teacher Tao."

"Tu Lang, are you also courting death?"

"Do you think you're even more capable than your uncle?" Tao Qiang's voice turned harsh.

"Teacher Tao, I didn't," Tu Lang immediately lowered his head and explained in a deep voice.

Tao Qiang said, "You may not have said it openly, but you know perfectly well what you've done and said behind the scenes!"

Tu Lang was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath: "Teacher Tao, I'm just telling the truth. We are doctors of modern medicine, and everything is based on facts and evidence."

"Just because Associate Professor Fang Ziye is an associate professor at Zhongnan Hospital, does that mean we can choose not to believe the rapid biopsy results from our hospital's pathology department?"

"The rapid biopsy results did indeed show osteosarcoma. The patient and his family kept asking me for details and explained to me that he had been seen at Zhongnan Hospital."

"I can only offer the explanation that it may be a misdiagnosis."

"Anyone can be misdiagnosed!"

“If the biopsy results are inconsistent with those from our hospital’s pathology department, it is very likely that the other party has made a misdiagnosis, even if the other party is a professor from Jishuitan Hospital.”

Tao Qiang pressed on, "Then what's the story behind Du Xingguo reporting this to Zhongnan Hospital?"

Tu Lang shook his head: "I don't know."

“I have never induced patients or their families to report anything. I am willing to confront patients’ families face to face.”

"If I have said those words, I accept any disciplinary action taken by the university's graduate school!"

Tao Qiang's tone softened instantly: "Tu Lang, I know you've been holding a grudge about your uncle's resignation, and you also feel that you've been targeted in our ward since your uncle left."

"But you'd better think it through: is what you think is 'targeting' really targeting you, and what was the reason for the attention you received before?"

“I have a very good personal relationship with your uncle, so I am still willing to take care of you and teach you, hoping that you will not go astray.”

"It is human nature to curry favor with the powerful and influential."

"But our Peking Union Medical College Hospital is not so depraved as to resort to kicking someone when they're down, or to subject those who are implicated in the crime."

"If you work hard enough, have sufficient professional skills, and have accumulated enough research experience, you will get everything that is rightfully yours."

"But if you still want to enjoy preferential treatment now, even when you're at a disadvantage in every aspect, then I can only tell you that you're missing an uncle named Tu Lianshan to vouch for you."

"No one is obligated to show you favoritism when you are at a disadvantage."

"Me too!"

"Tu Lang, you are an adult now, and you are also an outstanding graduate student at Huazhong University of Science and Technology. I hope you can think this through."

Tu Lang said earnestly over the phone, word by word, "Uncle Tao, I didn't."

"I'm just telling the truth."

"While I cannot rule out the possibility that I have some opinions or thoughts about Professor Fang Ziye because of my uncle, every word I say to the patients is based on real evidence."

"Given the discrepancy between Professor Fang Ziye's diagnosis and the preliminary biopsy results from our hospital's professors and pathology department, a misdiagnosis is possible."

"Even if he is Professor Fang Ziye."

"Even if he is a senior academician in orthopedics, misdiagnosis cannot be ruled out."

"My teacher, Chi Jianhua, once said that in this world, every doctor will make misdiagnoses. The difference is only whether the misdiagnosis rate is one in a thousand or one in a hundred; there is no difference between zero and non-zero..."

Tu Lang, whose surname is Tu, is a professional master's student in the Department of Bone Tumors at Peking Union Medical College Hospital. He studied under Professor Chi Jianhua and is also the nephew of Tu Lianshan, the former deputy chief physician of spinal surgery at Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

However, Tu Lianshan has already moved on to other opportunities because Fang Ziye resigned.

"It would be best if there were none, and I hope there aren't any."

"Tu Lang, one must look forward."

“We are all adults, so we must be responsible for everything we do and every word we say.” Tao Qiang’s voice softened.

He called Tu Lang not to demand accountability, but because he greatly admired Tu Lang's courage.

To be honest, Fang Ziye's existence, fame, and achievements did not diminish.

If this child can unleash his inner strength because of his uncle's situation and overcome the simple 'seeds of hatred', then his future is promising.

"But as long as you sit upright and act honestly, there's nothing to be afraid of. The Peking Union Medical College Hospital platform can help you stand tall."

"As long as you are good enough, our hospital and our department can provide you with a sufficient platform, even if the other party is Professor Fang," Tao Qiang encouraged.

Upon hearing this, Tu Lang remained silent for a long time before asking in a low voice, "Teacher Tao, I heard from the people on duty in the department that..."

"After being complained about, Professor Fang reviewed the test results but still insisted that 'osteosarcoma' was the misdiagnosis?" Tu Lang's voice began to tremble.

Youthful exuberance is one thing, but youthful exuberance is another.

But Fang Ziye's actions were like a powerful Five Finger Mountain; even just hearing about them made him breathless.

He couldn't imagine where Fang Ziye got his courage from, nor did he know how powerful he would be if he had always had that confidence.

But this very person has become the 'latent' succubus in his heart. How can he escape the oppression of this mountain?

"Yes."

"According to the family, when you called him, Professor Fang Ziye had already confirmed the diagnosis of non-osteosarcoma."

"Tu Lang, put aside your personal feelings. This Professor Fang Ziye is not someone you should look down on."

"You're a graduate student in our bone tumor department, you should know that what he did this year paralyzed our entire tumor research system for several months!" Tao Qiang reminded him again.

“I know, Teacher Tao.”

"I'm not trying to compete with Professor Fang, but I must also adhere to the principle of seeking truth from facts."

"Under the circumstances at the time, I could only explain to the patient that Professor Fang Ziye might have misdiagnosed the patient," Tu Lang said.

"Okay..." Tao Qiang hung up the phone.

(End of this chapter)