top student at medical school

Chapter 706 Someone's showing off here.

"Thank you for the basic research support from Professor Fang's team. The cancer village incident we investigated earlier has yielded new results."

Professor Zhou Yan didn't say much, only scratching the surface.

After reading it, Fang Ziye stopped and quickly edited, "Professor Zhou, I only provided a suggestion. The task was completed by the frontline staff in the laboratory. Therefore, I dare not take credit."

"Professor Fang, you should thank him, and the teachers in the lab should also thank him."

"If you want to find the key points from a vast array of unknown components and structures, you still can't do it without Professor Fang to help you sort out the lines."

"Professor Fang is seeing patients today, so I won't disturb you." Zhou Yan was quite thoughtful.

Fang Ziye didn't reply further.

There are quite a few cancer villages in China, and the causes of these cancers are not limited to the few that Professor Zhou Yan previously framed for Fang Ziye.

If no confirmed carcinogens are found to exceed the limits during the investigation, then it is necessary to find new carcinogens and determine their carcinogenicity, whether they belong to Group I, Group II, or Group III. This is something that public health authorities must do...

Fang Ziye did not have such a great deal of credit for this matter, but he did help to sort things out and made some contributions to the construction of the main framework. However, these were all just guesses and there was no substantial data to support them.

……

Noon, 12:40.

Fang Ziye had just seen off the last patient who had been added to the morning session. After closing the consultation room door, Fang Ziye and Lin Fangzhong picked up their lunch boxes and began to eat.

Around 12:50, a patient and their family members tried to push open the door to the examination room with their test results.

The door creaked open, and Lin Fangzhong turned around, while Fang Ziye looked up. Both of them had spinach and chili peppers still in their mouths.

After exchanging glances, the patient and their family silently closed the door.

The most basic rules about dining are not strictly enforced in China.

Fang Ziye is currently an outpatient doctor, not an emergency room doctor, so he should be entitled to eat on time.

Fang Ziye continued to eat silently, while Lin Fangzhong immediately got up and went to the door to lock it from the inside.

After sitting down, he took advantage of the moment when his mouth was empty to speak in a low voice: "Senior brother, at this rate of adding patients, you'll probably be seeing sixty or seventy patients a day."

The normal working hours for the outpatient clinic are seven and a half hours, from 8:00 a.m. to 12:00 p.m. and from 2:00 p.m. to 5:30 p.m.

It lasted a total of 450 minutes.

There were sixty or seventy patients, and including the initial consultations and result reviews, there were at least a hundred visits.

Even if it's only for five minutes each time, I still have to work overtime.

Perhaps even more people.

"Lin Fangzhong, my current outpatient clinic structure is still relatively simple. Once I'm familiar with the process, it looks quite straightforward."

“If it’s a complex, multifaceted disease, then it seems even more difficult!” Fang Ziye said.

Lin Fangzhong didn't reply. Instead, he waited until they finished their meal before bringing the coffee he had ordered to the table. After cleaning the table, the two of them leaned back and rested for a while.

Lin Fangzhong chuckled to himself, “Senior brother, I heard from the teachers in the department that even when it comes to a single disease, the interpretation and diagnosis of functional disorders are very complex.”

"Dr. Deng Yong's consultation time is usually more than ten minutes each time."

"Therefore, the maximum number of patients we can see in a day is only about forty. Once, we added up to fifty patients, and I heard that we worked overtime until 7:30 p.m."

"You're really amazing, senior brother. You can handle sixty or seventy numbers and finish them by six o'clock in the afternoon."

Those who can get into the seven-year clinical medicine program at Wuhan University have no problem with their learning ability and critical thinking skills.

By comparing the time spent on consultations, one can get a glimpse of the difference in their abilities.

This also allows for a relatively objective assessment of Fang Ziye's current overall level.

"Perhaps it's because I, your senior brother, am a bit careless in my judgment?" Fang Ziye asked with a smile.

"How could that be? You've been treated carelessly for this kind of illness. How many times have you been complained about, senior brother?"

“Actually, I feel that my ability to interpret images has improved quite a bit since working with you in your clinic, but I still feel a bit confused and not clear enough many times.” Lin Fangzhong told Fang Ziye about his improvement.

方子业的体感并不大，林方忠才进创伤外科，他的阅片能力短短两三个月也就是从1级5/20提升到1级15/20左右。

They haven't even reached level 2 yet.

In Fang Ziye's eyes now, such an improvement really doesn't make much difference.

However, encouragement should still be given: "It's good to see improvement; it makes life feel more fulfilling."

"Your current level has improved much faster than mine was back then."

Lin Fangzhong nodded, somewhat pleased: "Thanks to your guidance, senior brother, my improvement in this area has indeed been slightly faster than that of my classmates in the same year."

"Although I don't feel a sense of improvement in the practice room, during rounds, I can feel that I can see more structures than others."

"It's only been two months."

After Fang Ziye returned to Zhongnan Hospital, Lin Fangzhong began to work with Fang Ziye in his outpatient clinic.

Lin Fangzhong was already very satisfied that he had managed to pull ahead of his classmates in just two months.

Accumulation is something that requires time and efficiency to gradually hone, and only then can a gap be widened.

Although the main purpose is not to distance oneself from others, the sense of accomplishment that comes from doing so can be quite captivating.

Otherwise, if Lin Fangzhong were to compare himself with his senior classmates instead of his classmates, wouldn't that be just asking for trouble?
"The three major diagnostic frameworks—image reading techniques, physical examination, and basic theory—form the most solid foundation of medicine."

"In clinical practice, our hemostasis and debridement techniques in trauma surgery are absolutely the most universal currency, or to put it more simply, the general equivalent."

"You can never spend too much time being pragmatic about these key points."

"Moreover, just like with theoretical learning, the first thing you need to do is memorize and gain a basic understanding!~"

"If you can't even remember the key anatomy, you definitely won't be able to read the films well. If you don't even know how to perform a physical examination, you definitely won't be able to perform a physical examination well either."

"By analogy to debridement and hemostasis in surgical procedures, if you can't even do them, you can't understand their application and purpose in comprehensive clinical procedures."

"So don't blame your senior brother for not telling you why you have to practice in the training room the way you do it now. Just follow along and practice for now. Once you've mastered it, you'll have your own time to understand it."

"Moreover, Lin Fangzhong, your chances are still pretty good now. Once my students return, you may have to share the time for clinical observation."

Fang Ziye is a very direct person who doesn't hide anything.

Now that Hu Qingyuan is not here, I am willing to teach you wholeheartedly if you follow me. Later, I will also have my own students.

Lin Fangzhong nodded with a simple smile.

Talking about the future is too far away. Right now, the opportunity to follow Fang Ziye to see patients is invaluable. Apart from myself, none of Deng Yong's other students have such a good opportunity.

On the one hand, it was something he had earned himself; on the other hand, Fang Ziye was his direct senior brother.

……

It was 6:10 PM.

Fang Ziye pushed the hospital admission certificate to the young man sitting opposite him: "You don't need to worry so much about your father's condition."

"If I could get better just by taking medicine, then I can assure you, I might have to change careers."

"Because everything I've learned has become meaningless."

"Don't worry about it, taking medicine definitely won't help. With the current level of technology, structural problems cannot be improved by medication alone."

"His muscles are stuck together, and his nerves are compressed. If he doesn't receive a release procedure, he definitely won't get better..."

After Fang Ziye had Lin Fangzhong take the young man's father out, he spoke very directly.

The young man hesitated for a long time before saying, "Professor Fang, I don't really want to be so conflicted, but as you know, we are just ordinary working people."

"You may not know this, but I spent almost a month trying to get this number from you, and I only managed to get it last Saturday."

“You just said that if my father wants to make an appointment for hospitalization, it may take a month and a half, or it may take about two months.”

"Isn't this taking too long and too unpredictable?"

"I don't even know if I'll be able to get leave at that time." The young man, who was around thirty-two or thirty-three years old and slightly older than Fang Ziye, earnestly expressed his difficulties.

Fang Ziye stood up and nodded, saying, "I can understand. If it were my family member who was sick and I always had to wait, I would also feel annoyed. If the timing of everything is not fixed, I would feel even more uneasy."

"The problem is, I can't give you a very precise answer. You're thinking of being able to pinpoint the exact day, hour, minute, and second."

"This way you can ask for leave."

"However, medicine is unpredictable. Just like you couldn't have predicted that your father's condition would develop to such a serious stage. If you had known earlier, you would have brought him for a checkup much sooner, wouldn't you?"

"If you had known it would turn out this way, your father might not have pushed himself so hard in his early years."

“Our department has a book for patients who make appointments. The information recorded in it is very complete. Everyone makes appointments in this way.”

"Tell me, how could I possibly move up your father's hospitalization and surgery time just because you're in trouble?"

"Whose family member doesn't need to work?"

“Those in the system also have to go to work. If there is any emergency inspection, they will also have a lot of headaches.”

“I have a lot of people working within the system calling me, saying that they need to conduct annual inspections and audits next month, and they hope I can make an exception.”

"If I make an exception for them and let their relatives be admitted to the hospital this month, what about the ordinary people who made surgery appointments in September?"

“If I agree to let you cut in line now, I might be able to cut you out when it’s finally your father’s turn in line.”

Upon hearing this, the young man's lips curled up slightly as he carefully put away the medical record and hospitalization certificate that Fang Ziye handed him: "Professor Fang, you say that's true, but in reality, it was still performed, wasn't it?"

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "You'll know once you make an appointment. In our hospital's appointment book, each person has a number in front of their name."

“Our department records the number of inpatients and their numbers every day and posts it on our official WeChat account and video account.”

Fang Ziye provided the other party with a means of monitoring.

The young man said meaningfully, "But Professor Fang, we don't know how many patients were discharged from your department that day, or how many beds became available, do we?"

Fang Ziye stood up, stared blankly at the young man, and remained silent.

The young man realized that his words had been too harsh and might have offended Fang Ziye, so he immediately apologized: "Professor Fang, I didn't mean to be stubborn. I'm sorry."

Fang Ziye took a deep breath and said, "I'm not sorry, I'm going to go home and have dinner now."

"I can't answer your question because I can't."

"I've already done my best by labeling the patients who have made appointments for hospitalization with prefixes and posting videos of the schedules on the official WeChat account every day."

"Individual ability is limited in the pursuit of absolute fairness."

"And to put it bluntly, if my parents were sick and needed hospitalization, I would do everything in my power to get them admitted to the hospital as soon as possible."

"Because at that time, I was no longer just a doctor, I was also my parents' child."

"By the way, I've spent my whole life in the medical field, so I've never had the opportunity to make a lot of money..."

Fang Ziye does not deny that there are still people from the hospital or colleagues in the department who will take advantage of loopholes to squeeze their own immediate or extended family members in.

However, for those outside the industry, you chose to have your network outside the medical field. You enjoy the advantages of having your own network, yet you want to pursue fairness in other aspects as well.

That's overthinking it.

For example, Fang Ziye would never say that teachers within the education system can directly get their children into prestigious schools without having to consider school district housing.

For example, her teacher's daughter could directly gain admission to the best primary and secondary schools in Changqu District by virtue of her teacher's wife relationship, without needing her teacher Yuan Weihong to do anything for her.

What's wrong?

Upon hearing this, the young man quickly replied, "Thank you, Professor Fang, for being so frank."

Fang Ziye said, "Actually, it's not that I'm being honest, but rather that I'm not intentionally trying to create a noble persona for myself. I'm just doing what I can."

"And these are my limits. The so-called righteousness and absolute fairness are not things that small people like us can consider."

"You should think it over carefully. Either you make an appointment for hospitalization, or you can follow your own ideas and go to other hospitals to try with other professors to see if you can achieve your expected recovery through traditional Chinese medicine..."

Fang Ziye knew he had talked a bit too much with the other person: "It's getting late, I need to go home and have dinner."

"I have a video conference after dinner."

The young man exclaimed in surprise, "You guys also work overtime and have meetings? I thought you doctors only had to work one day a week in the outpatient clinic."

This falls into the category of people who have some interest in the medical industry but don't know much about it and rely purely on their own assumptions.

"On the outpatient day, I see patients. On other days, I handle the conditions of inpatients, perform surgeries, and assess pre- and post-operative indications."

"In my spare time, I do research and study on my own. There's also a bunch of messy administrative stuff, and I might have to teach classes."

"Tell me, these times all need to be coordinated. If we don't put them on the weekend, when else can we have them?"

Fang Ziye doesn't have any teaching assignments right now, since his main records are at the military region's sanatorium, where he has been temporarily transferred.

Otherwise, the School of Basic Medical Sciences would definitely assign Fang Ziye a course, which is an obligation that Fang Ziye, as an associate professor, must fulfill.

After all, he was receiving a stipend as an associate professor.

The young man led his father away towards the orthopedic building.

……

"Senior brother, I'm free tonight. Do you need any help?" Lin Fangzhong asked as he and Fang Ziye walked out of the outpatient building, carrying two sets of white coats. He forced a smile and tried his best to look harmless.

"My office is so small, what help could you possibly be there for?"

Fang Ziye turned his head and understood Lin Fangzhong's thoughts: "Focus on building the infrastructure first. Don't blame your senior for not reminding you. With your current basic skills, you are still far behind my students who look flashy."

Lin Fangzhong was stunned for a moment, his eyes widening in disbelief: "Hu Qingyuan plays games every day and does live streaming, he...?"

Fang Ziye crossed his arms, walked calmly, and explained, "I didn't help him with these basic things, but the fact that you see him this way proves that you can't judge a person by appearances alone."

"Although I know you all work very hard and want to help, you should also know your limits. It's not that I don't want you to help!~"

"If I ask you to go up on the operating table to suture now, would you dare to go up and say you're not afraid of affecting the quality of the patient's surgery?"

Fang Ziye made an objective analogy for Lin Fangzhong, which was not PUA.

Focusing solely on ability without considering academic qualifications does not mean expecting the entire world to revolve around you.

"Senior brother, then you go ahead and get busy." Lin Fangzhong sensibly stopped worrying about the answer, and instead waved goodbye to Fang Ziye, taking Fang Ziye's white coat and heading back to the department.

Fang Ziye glanced at the time and could only sling his bag over his shoulder and head towards the experimental building while ordering himself another takeout.

After placing the order, Fang Ziye called Yuan Weihong.

"Master, has the department's tasks been scheduled yet? Today I still need to collect data with Lan Tianluo and the others."

"While Professor Yao Zhengwu's invitation doesn't require much attention, it's also not good to be too careless," Fang Ziye explained.

The request for a paper at the orthopedics sub-forum was unexpected for Fang Ziye, but since it was happening, he had to prepare something to show respect to the audience and the organizers.

"Okay, sure!"

"I'll have someone send your itinerary to Han Jingyi, and then she can create a specific schedule for you."

"Oh, by the way, Ziye, I heard that you gave Han Jingyi a raise?" Yuan Weihong asked with a smile.

"Master, the salary has increased by 1,500. Now the monthly salary is 6,000, which works out to 300 per workday, plus five social insurances and one housing fund."

"Xiao Han is getting on in years, and he's reliable and honest in his work." Fang Ziye didn't expect his master to bring this up.

"Yeah, I was just asking," Yuan Weihong replied casually.

Fang Ziye, of course, understood Yuan Weihong. He quickly walked from the elevator area to the stairwell and whispered, "Master, how about I suggest to Xiao Han that we reduce her salary a bit more?"

Yuan Weihong is a boss, with a large number of people under him. He is different from bosses like Deng Yong who don't understand scientific research.

Now, Yuan Weihong probably wants to hire a research assistant, but he doesn't want to be too stingy with his offer.

Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong are in the same team, and the two research assistants will inevitably come into contact in the future. If Yuan Weihong pays less than Fang Ziye, it will not be good for either Fang Ziye or Yuan Weihong.

"Never mind, your master isn't as poor as you think." Yuan Weihong knew Fang Ziye had guessed his thoughts. Finding a research assistant was just a plan before, but this orthopedic conference made Yuan Weihong realize that he now absolutely needed a full-time research assistant.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye thought carefully for a moment before saying, "Master, why don't you help me make a call to Teacher Deng?"

"Actually, it would be more appropriate for our large team to assign another person to Li Yuanpei, otherwise he would have to handle every detail himself, which would take a lot of time."

“But Yuanpei himself is not qualified enough, and Teacher Deng is not sensitive to this matter. Why not assign someone to Li Yuanpei in his name?”

Yuan Weihong immediately interrupted: "It's not that Professor Deng lacks sensitivity in this regard, it's just that it's inconvenient for him to have an assistant!"

Fang Ziye was speechless for a moment.

Indeed, given Deng Yong's temperament and style of doing things, there are some things that are not suitable for others to know what he is doing, otherwise it would be planting thorns in his own side.

No matter how much you try to change Deng Yong's character, he is essentially indiscriminate in his desires and cannot be treated formally.

"Then let it go, Master. Pretend I didn't mention it," Fang Ziye said.

Yuan Weihong said, "It's good that you can understand your classmates, but if Li Yuanpei wants to establish himself in the department simply through administration and management, he has to break through."

"A dedicated administrator for a specialized department is unprecedented in any hospital. To set this precedent, he must have his own unique abilities and charisma to formalize it."

"This is not something that can be done simply by relying on someone's understanding."

"Who doesn't experience hardship and risk when they're the first to try something new?"

Yuan Weihong then asked, "By the way, shouldn't you have started collecting some data from the Phase I clinical trial of your chemotherapy?"

"How is it going?"

Fang Ziye said, "It's not as perfect as I imagined, but it works well."

The data from the first week of the microcirculation chemotherapy regimen, one month after chemotherapy, are now available, comparing it with traditional chemotherapy.

It certainly won't achieve the ideal state, but it has also rendered traditional systemic chemotherapy regimens utterly ineffective.

The fact that the systemic side effects are almost negligible is enough for Fang Ziye to loudly proclaim this as a revolutionary "chemotherapy revolution"!
However, since the concentration of chemotherapy drugs in the Phase I clinical trial did not reach the ideal state, the expected efficacy was not as perfect as in theory.

It's just that it's several times more effective than traditional chemotherapy.

In theory, chemotherapy can achieve a clinical cure.

"That's fine too. Scientific research is about moving forward step by step. Even if you take a shortcut, don't expect to reach the sky in one step."

"Moreover, traditional chemotherapy targets a broad spectrum of targets, not specific targets. Therefore, to achieve the most ideal results, we still need to rely on the development of new drugs," Yuan Weihong replied.

"Yes, Master."

"Going from 60 to 95 points can definitely be achieved through hard work, but going from 95 to 100 points definitely requires talent and opportunity."

"All we did was try our best. The talent that ultimately determined the success of new drug development was also a matter of chance," Fang Ziye said, adding.

"I wonder if the basic research on sugar metabolism that you are currently undertaking, Master, can improve your talent to 96 or 97."

If traditional chemotherapy can achieve an efficacy score of 60, then by improving traditional chemotherapy and establishing a microcirculation chemotherapy regimen, it is theoretically possible to achieve a score of over 90.

Getting a perfect score of 100 is probably impossible.

Even if targeted drugs were to emerge, combined with traditional chemotherapy, it would be impossible to achieve a perfect score; we could only infinitely approach that ideal state.

Even with Yuan Weihong's major breakthroughs in glucose metabolism in bone tumors, he still couldn't achieve a final efficacy score of 99 points in tumor treatment.

This objective reality must be acknowledged.

However, achieving a treatment outcome score of 95 or higher represents the highest possible outcome for bone tumor treatment over the past few decades or even centuries, offering patients with bone tumors a hopeful sense of redemption.

"I'm not going to say anything more. Listening to the promises you've made, I'm getting all excited."

"You're in the medical field, not here to stir up trouble."

"Just focus on your own business. You don't need to worry too much about me for now. Everything is progressing smoothly," Yuan Weihong said.

"Okay, Master, I'll go upstairs now." Fang Ziye hung up the phone and walked out of the stairwell.

The newly planned orthopedic laboratory is on the 23rd floor, and in order to protect his joints, Fang Ziye will not choose to climb the stairs.

……

The 23rd floor is full of orthopedic laboratories, while the trauma surgery department has its own separate laboratory, occupying three rooms.

Among them, Deng Yong was in charge of one room, Han Yuanxiao was in charge of one room, and Yuan Weihong was in charge of one room.

The comprehensive laboratory has many offices and operating rooms. Yuan Weihong's laboratory has a separate office for Fang Ziye.

Although it is not large, it is Fang Ziye's unique office space.

Currently, Fang Ziye serves as the deputy director of the office where Yuan Weihong works.

There were other people in the lab, but Fang Ziye didn't go to the meeting room. Instead, he went straight to his office. After closing the door, he first took the watering can and sprinkled some water on the pothos and orchids on the windowsill.

While glancing at the wall clock and teasing the lush leaves of the pothos, Fang Ziye finally went to wash his hands around 6:35. He waited for his takeout while turning on his computer.

At 7:00 PM sharp, Fang Ziye started a video group chat on WeChat.

Lan Tianluo, Jie Han, Luo Tingzhu, and others went online.

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "Sure, everyone has their own way of energizing themselves."

"But Tingzhu, are you serious? Coffee in your right hand and milk tea in your left!"

Fang Ziye then changed his tone: "You still have people with you?"

"Hmm, Chen Xixian is hanging out here? She brought the milk tea too."

"Currently, Dr. Chen Guangbai works at our sanatorium. He doesn't have his own villa and still lives in the dormitory!"

"Chen Xixian came to see Dr. Chen, but he had other things to do, so he just stopped by to sit here for a while," Luo Tingzhu replied.

Although Chen Guangbai is Chen Song's son, his professional abilities, given the long delay, are indeed somewhat lacking compared to someone who wants to own a villa on his own.

Chen Song could appreciate Wu Xuanqi and prepare a villa for him, but Chen Guangbai is Chen Song's son, so it's not appropriate for him to do the same.

"Do you believe Dr. Chen would live in a public dormitory? He probably bought a villa at the foot of the mountain!" Fang Ziye said with a smile.

Liao Jia slammed his mouse down: "I remember we were supposed to have a video conference, not a 'lovey-dovey meeting,' right?"

"Can you please pay attention to your appearance?"

Luo Tingzhu, no longer shy, replied frankly, "Professor Liao, meetings should proceed gradually. Starting with reports right away shows a lack of focus."

"But Professor Liao, if you're really in a hurry, why don't you present the data first?"

Liao Jia retorted bluntly, "What I mean is, apart from the two of you, everyone else here today is single."

"We should still be careful." Liao Jia was very sensitive about this identity.

Although Liu Guo is a team member, he is not responsible for the on-site monitoring and data collection of the clinical trial pilot, so he did not attend the meeting today.

Lan Tianluo's family's fairy tale, and Jie Han's girlfriend Huang Shan, certainly wouldn't appear in the video conference.

"Alright, since you're urging me, Brother Liao, let's officially begin."

“Brother Liao, you have the most seniority, so you should start,” Fang Ziye said.

"Everyone's here, let's switch to the Tencent meeting! I can't project here, so I can't display the data."

"We're going to be busy today. We won't be able to sleep until 1 a.m. So let's not waste too much time chatting."

"I've already built the conference hall; you can just copy it over," Liao Jia suggested decisively.

Five minutes later, Liao Jia said.

"Based on the data I collected from several pilot hospitals in Kyoto, the follow-up data on the prognosis of the participants one month after chemotherapy in the first week have been obtained."

"The overall quality of chemotherapy is quite good, but there is a variable factor. For example, the chemotherapy effect of participant No. 3 from Kyoto People's Hospital was only 1.5 times different from that of normal chemotherapy."

“I contacted the treatment team, and we went through another detailed consultation with the pathology department. We reviewed the pathology slides five more times, and the results still supported the diagnosis of osteosarcoma.”

"The diagnosis is correct, and the chemotherapy regimen is standardized. The following is the chemotherapy standard formulated by Kyoto People's Hospital based on the chemotherapy regimen. There are no problems with the dosage, type, etc."

"However, the effect was a precipitous exception compared to other patients in the same group, department, and with the same diagnosis. It was only 50% better than the efficacy of traditional chemotherapy. We need to organize and analyze this unique data..."

"Regarding this data, I, the treatment team, and the professors from Kyoto People's Hospital conducted the following analysis—" Liao Jia began to report in detail.

Doing academic research should be done in a way that involves being specific to the details, even down to each individual data point, and analyzing and comparing data, rather than just talking big.

These minute, headache-inducing data points are the problems that Fang Ziye and his team have to deal with—complex and tedious…

Time slowly passed, and it was 11:40.

After reporting and analyzing his data, Nie Mingxian patted his head.

He breathed a sigh of relief and suggested, "We were still too optimistic about data reporting and special case analysis."

"We can only have one more report and discussion today. We can't have any more than that, or my head will explode."

Nearly five hours had passed, and the expectation was to complete reports from at least five people. However, the reality was that after finishing the data from Liao Jia and Nie Mingxian, everyone felt somewhat strained.

During the halftime break, Luo Tingzhu's voice came from the other end: "Luo Juanjuan, I'm leaving. You should get some rest."

"Why are you, a girl, working so hard alongside a bunch of rough guys? Wouldn't it be better to just get some beauty sleep?"

Luo Tingzhu took off her headphones and got up to see him off.

Fang Ziye glanced at the time in the lower right corner and said, "How about we call it a day? Clinical trials are not something that can be done overnight."

"We can't just focus on speed and neglect everything else."

"Let's not bring up another set. We'll go online again tomorrow, and I'll continue to report the data."

Before the meeting started, Liao Jia, who had been urging everyone to get started quickly, nodded and said, "I think we can postpone it a little."

"I've been working on organizing and discussing this data for the past few days, and my head is about to explode. I can't rush things."

Nie Mingxian and the others did not express their opinions, which meant that they could endure it if they wanted, but if not, they would prefer to rest.

Doing scientific research requires the willpower of an ascetic, but that doesn't mean you have to whip your body like an ascetic.

"Then rest."

"Don't mess things up or make your brains stiff. Everyone should sleep in a little longer tomorrow. We'll start in the afternoon."

"I have things to discuss in the department tomorrow," Fang Ziye said.

No one else thought Fang Ziye was being pretentious.

Actually, everyone present was quite young. They had always thought that once they broke through the junior physician stage, they would have a lot of free time.

Fang Ziye was around the same age as everyone else. After seeing that Fang Ziye was getting busier and busier, and that all sorts of miscellaneous tasks were making him somewhat exhausted, they realized that even after the junior doctor stage, it was impossible to be idle.

On the contrary, there are a lot of mundane matters, and Fang Ziye has already been treated well in these matters, without so many administrative tasks or irrelevant meetings to bother him!

"Okay, let's leave it at that for now."

"I'm also going to participate in the vascular surgery group's case discussion tomorrow to see how to do the surgery next week and which patients to admit," Nie Mingxian complained.

Liao Jia didn't tolerate him at all: "You two busy big shots, please get out of the leisurely chat live stream!"

Luo Tingzhu had just dropped someone off when she heard Liao Jia cursing. After putting on her headphones, she asked, "What's going on? Why is Professor Liao angry again?"

Liao Jia said, "Tingzhu, ask Tianluo and Jiehan if they were just showing off here?"

"Did I not spread rumors or slander?"

Lan Tianluo and Jie Han nodded at the same time. Lan Tianluo said, "Just now, Senior Brother and Brother Nie Mingxian were both showing off. And quite seriously at that."

After Lan Tianluo finished speaking, Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian, the two attendees, were kicked out of the meeting room by Liao Jia, the organizer...

After the two left, Liao Jia calmed himself down and said, "Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian also have a lot of clinical work to do. We should pay more attention to the time and pace when we have meetings in the future."

"The research timeline can be extended, but it cannot affect their clinical surgery."

After Liao Jia finished speaking, he explained, "I'm not saying that you guys are as idle as me and can't do anything. I'm just being objective. Don't have any thoughts about it."

Lan Tianlu shook his head and said, "Brother Liao, of course not."

"At each age, we should do what we are capable of doing. The fact that we have been able to delve so deeply into the field of scientific research already puts us far ahead of our peers."

“Brother Nie Mingxian has always been deeply involved in clinical practice, and his research talent is also quite good.”

"Besides an unreasonable freak like my senior brother, who else can achieve success in both areas at such a young age?"

"Brother Wu Xuanqi is almost thirty-six years old, and he still spends most of his time in clinical practice, doesn't he?"

"A normal person is one who can do one thing well first."

Liao Jia was very pleased to hear this: "Thank you for comforting me like this, but I am very clear about my shortcomings. I haven't been to a clinical setting for many years, and I guess I will never be able to do so in my lifetime."

"I didn't have any plans in that regard myself. Okay, let's call it a day."

"Your future is bright, and you're all still young. Keep up the good work. Weigh the pros and cons carefully so you won't have any regrets."

Liao Jia narrowed his eyes again as he said this, and added, "Actually, I don't regret it."

"Brother Liao, having gone this far, what is there to regret? It's so satisfying," Lan Tianluo said.

Liao Jia glanced at Lan Tianluo: "If you didn't know, your current income and financial accumulation are definitely much greater than mine."

"You wouldn't even glance at someone with an annual salary of over ten million..."

Lan Tianluo just smiled and didn't regret it.

……

The next day, although it was Sunday, Fang Ziye still got up very early.

One reason is that he has a habit of running in the morning. Another reason is that the department has been very busy lately, and there are a lot of tasks to be done. Fang Ziye also has to take on his responsibilities.

While sitting in his usual spot eating hot dry noodles, Fang Ziye carefully reviewed the day's plan that he had made yesterday.

The first point clearly states that Liu Huanglong is his father-in-law.

The second point states that Liu Gaobo underwent a follow-up examination.

……

After closing his phone screen, Fang Ziye continued to eat his noodles heartily.

Upon arriving at the department, Fang Ziye immediately put on his white coat, ready to undergo the planned ordeal.

What was unexpected was that at 7:40 a.m., before the normal shift handover time on a weekday, Professor Teng Yuanzhen from the Burn Unit suddenly visited.

Fang Ziye and he met face to face at the door of the doctor's office.

Fang Ziye's hand, which was adjusting his collar, froze in mid-air as he hesitated over how to greet him.

Professor Teng Yuanzhen extended his right hand first: "Professor Fang, is it convenient for us to have a chat?"

Teng Yuanzhen is a senior colleague, only a few years younger than Professor Dong Yaohui. He is nearing retirement and is a senior figure in the hospital.

Fang Ziye extended his hand to shake hands with him and said, "Professor Teng, I really can't do what you asked me to do. You may have come to the wrong person."

Teng Yuanzhen was momentarily stunned: "I came to ask you how our burn unit should develop, and why I came to the wrong person?"

“After I made a scene last time, I went back and discussed it with the hospital leadership and some old friends for a long time.”

"In the end, we'll decide by asking Professor Fang what his thoughts and suggestions are for the future development of a traditional department like ours."

"I've asked many people. Professor Fang, why don't you just consider this a last resort, a desperate measure, and give me some time?"

"I promise I won't disturb your other normal work!" Teng Yuanzhen's attitude was sincere this time.

Fang Ziye felt a sudden, involuntary pang of sadness upon hearing this, and his nose suddenly stung slightly.

(End of this chapter)