top student at medical school

Chapter 707 Seniors and Reality

Fang Ziye knocked on the door of the chief inpatient office first, and after no one answered, he opened it with his key.

After respectfully inviting Professor Teng Yuanzhen into the room, we asked him to sit down and made him a cup of tea using the water dispenser and disposable cup in the inpatient general office.

After placing his hands on the table, he chuckled and said, "Teacher Teng, you are a senior, and I am a junior. I am young and lack experience. You just said you wanted to ask me for advice."

"To be cautious, I am truly filled with trepidation."

Fang Ziye spoke in a literary and refined manner, but his tone was calm and not obsequious.

Teng Yuanzhen was quite old, with gray hair all over his head. He was of medium build, with age spots covering his face and earlobes. He had a well-defined jawline and a piercing gaze.

After Teng Yuanzhen and Fang Ziye entered the office, they remained silent, partly to calm themselves down and partly to reflect on the day's events.

About half a minute after Fang Ziye finished speaking, Teng Yuanzhen said, "Fang Ziye, I know that our burn unit, like your trauma surgery unit, is a department that exists only because of chance."

"However, the burn unit differs slightly from the trauma surgery unit in that the probability of such incidents is different."

Teng Yuanzhen subtly expressed the current awkward situation of burn units.

There are few patients and few surgeries.

Currently, all top-tier hospitals operate on a partial staffing system, with the government only providing basic salaries and minimal contributions to housing provident funds.

All departments at Zhongnan Hospital are self-sufficient, and the income of medical staff is basically supported by performance-based pay.

With insufficient patient volume, meager performance-based pay, and a lack of passion, a specialty department cannot be sustained.

Fang Ziye calmly said, "But Professor Teng, you should also pay attention to one thing: the entry threshold for trauma surgery is low. Even the better community hospitals are already performing open reduction and internal fixation of fractures or intramedullary nailing."

While there are relatively few burn patients in the burn unit, the trauma surgery department is a large hospital.

Community hospitals definitely don't have a burn unit, but they certainly have a surgery unit, or at least a department that specializes in fracture treatment.

There are many specialized departments, and everyone needs to exist. In fact, the number of trauma patients caused by car accidents, external injuries, etc., may not even be as many as the burn department of Zhongnan Hospital.

Fang Ziye continued, "Teacher Teng, actually, last time, my teacher, Professor Yuan Weihong, already expressed his meaning very clearly."

"There are only two paths for traditional departments."

"Start recklessly, and accept the consequences of failure!"

Teng Yuanzhen's eyes remained unmoved as he said, "But now, where is there any direction to Mang?"

"Times have changed."

“Back when your orthopedics department was just beginning to develop, it was a relatively ‘wild’ era. So you could rely on receiving preferential treatment in terms of resources to develop yourself.”

"Now, even if I go to the hospital to ask for money, what can I do?"

The burn unit faces a similar predicament to that of the trauma surgery department in the past.

Once the medical standards of prefecture-level city hospitals and city-level hospitals in Wuhan have improved, the patients have been diverted to other hospitals.

Even the treatment and beautification of burn scars has now fallen under the purview of cosmetic surgery. With the rise of private cosmetic surgery clinics, burn wards can no longer just wait for burn patients, or they will be left to starve.

Fang Ziye had also considered this issue, so he didn't hesitate much: "Since Teacher Teng knows that times have changed, then the reckless approach must be more extreme."

"At this point, it's no longer about fighting against the times, but about fighting against other people."

"Personally, I think that at this point, the only way out is to forcefully take away a few diseases from other specialties."

Teng Yuanzhen's eyeballs suddenly bulged out by a few millimeters: "You want me to steal it from other specialties?"

In the generation of Professor Li Guohua, the Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital was driven by a strong desire for funding to develop the department's technical capabilities in all aspects, ultimately enabling Zhongnan Hospital to catch up with the top-tier level in Hubei Province.

To address complex diseases and patients in the sequelae stage that cannot be handled by municipal and county hospitals.

The complex cases and sequelae patients in the burn department are slightly different, and generally not many departments can handle sequelae patients.

Patients with complex illnesses often pass away.
In an effort to reshape the traditional path of trauma surgery, the burn unit also missed its chance; the burn unit at Zhongnan Hospital did not catch up with the timeline for becoming a top-tier institution.

Simply trying to catch up now is definitely not as promising as other hospitals.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Otherwise what? Besides this option, Professor Teng, do you want to receive charity from others?"

"how can that be possible?"

"Just like skin flap transplantation, our hand surgery department would rather develop a second hand surgery ward than easily send it out."

"For example, in the comprehensive treatment of complex fractures in our trauma surgery department, we would rather develop the second trauma surgery ward than abandon this type of disease."

“That’s the truth.” Fang Ziye’s voice was soft, but his tone was firm.

Why don't you go and rob it, or wait for someone to give it to you?
Teacher, this is the 21st century.

"How can we possibly win?"

"Isn't this just handing yourself a death sentence?" Teng Yuanzhen's voice was as weak as a mosquito's buzz.

Teng Yuanzhen understood Fang Ziye's meaning, which was that if he took this disease from Fang Ziye and worked on it for a period of time, he would guarantee to do it better or at the same level as Fang Ziye.

Therefore, at the hospital level, you must acknowledge my capabilities and either allow me to share the disease categories equally with him, or hand over the entire operation to me for management.

Fang Ziye said calmly, "Then, Professor Teng, you have no choice but to hope for an increase in burn cases."

"Because when there are special burn patients, they would prefer to go to Tongji Hospital and Union Hospital, and would never come to Zhongnan Hospital."

"Or perhaps you, Professor Teng, are hoping that an unparalleled genius will emerge from the department, leading the burn unit to surpass all other burn units in Hubei Province?"

Looking back, Fang Ziye has grown to have greater respect for Professor Li Guohua and others, and he also has even greater respect for his teacher Deng Yong.

While their dream was to wait for the right opportunity for trauma surgery to take off, they also took on the responsibilities that they should have undertaken back then.

Li Guohua's generation was responsible for keeping the orthopedics department of Zhongnan Hospital alive and preventing it from falling apart.

Deng Yong's generation was responsible for getting the orthopedics department to catch up with the top level in the province, or even enter the top tier.

They all did it, and it was very difficult for them.

If Fang Ziye didn't have these resources and connections, he wouldn't be able to pull off any limb-saving surgery.

Deng Yong, Yuan Weihong, and others are almost starving to death, and you're still going to let them mess up the hospital beds in the department to treat patients who have been injured?

Want to eat shit?

In scientific research and the future, one must first invest passion before a stable income can be secured.

When one is destitute and lacks food, the first thing to consider is how to fill one's stomach using one's own abilities.

When there's no way to fill their stomachs, they have no choice but to risk everything by "stealing."

Robbery in its true form is illegal.

However, if you replace others and force them to work themselves to death to "steal" jobs and social resources, then you are legally "stealing"!
They don't want to take any risks or make any sacrifices. Are they really dreaming of leading a group of people to fill their stomachs?
"But?" Teng Yuanzhen's expression began to waver, and his slightly relaxed skin began to tremble.

Fang Ziye said, "Professor Teng, as you yourself said, the burn unit is a traditional unit, and all top-tier hospitals will definitely need it."

"To put it bluntly, even if you act like a scoundrel, or even if nothing really happens in the end, is the hospital really going to tear down your department?"

"At most, I'll get a few scoldings."

"Let them curse all they want, let's figure out how to eat first!"

This was the only solution Fang Ziye could think of.

If you try to steal it, shameless as ever, and if you fail to get it or don't achieve your desired result, then you resort to shamelessness.

Zhongnan Hospital will absolutely not allow its traditional departments to fall apart.

At most, they'll deal with you, Teng Yuanzhen. You're already so old. Whether the department has enough to eat or not really has much to do with you. You can just retire.

With a retirement pension, you can just go to a small hospital outpatient clinic and live a comfortable life.
"Even if we take a step back and say that, Professor Teng, are you really worried that your income isn't enough to support your family or make ends meet?" Fang Ziye asked, raising his voice slightly.

Teng Yuanzhen silently got up.

He still didn't touch the tea today.

Fang Ziye chased after him and saw Professor Teng Yuanzhen off.

Teng Yuanzhen didn't say a word the whole way, but seemed a little dazed as he entered the elevator downstairs. After the elevator doors closed, Fang Ziye didn't even have a chance to say another word to Professor Teng Yuanzhen.

According to the performance-based compensation system of Zhongnan Hospital, professors like Teng Yuanzhen, who are senior professionals, receive a very high performance coefficient. No matter how bad things get, they will never go hungry.

The people who are truly starving are the junior doctors in the department, such as attending physicians.

Why was Teng Yuanzhen making such a fuss? Actually, it was out of concern for his elders.

If that weren't the case, Fang Ziye really wouldn't bother with him. Of course, Fang Ziye wouldn't follow Teng Yuanzhen's line of thinking either.

Ask him to plead with the hand surgeon to persuade Liu Huanglong to give up the ulcer and skin defect treatment.

Fang Ziye neither wanted to be scolded nor would he do something so disloyal.

It was the Department of Orthopedics that nurtured Fang Ziye; it was the cornerstone of Orthopedics that gave Fang Ziye a chance to make a living. Then, Fang Ziye took the initiative to sell his family's cooking pots and pans, shamelessly claiming that his family was rich.

That's absolutely insane.

But if Teng Yuanzhen were to act ruthlessly and insist on taking things from the hospital, that would be a matter of each person relying on their own abilities.

If Teng Yuanzhen fails to win the hand surgery competition, he will have to bear the consequences.

If they manage to secure the burn unit, then the burn unit will barely survive, and at least for the next few decades, they can operate without worry...

"Xiao Wenhong, who was on duty, said that Professor Teng Yuanzhen from the Burn Unit came to see you again this morning?" After Yuan Weihong arrived at the department, he immediately took Fang Ziye into the director's office.

“Yes, Master.” Fang Ziye nodded.

"Is it still about that old matter?" Yuan Weihong started stroking his receding hairline. "Professor Teng is just taking advantage of his age, trying to pull the hair out of the young people, isn't he?"

Yuan Weihong thought that Teng Yuanzhen was up to his old tricks again, trying to force Fang Ziye to become a lobbyist in the hand surgery department.

It was no secret that Teng Yuanzhen was running all over the hospital, asking people questions.

“Master, no, not at all. Teacher Teng didn’t even have a chance to say that before I cut him off.” Fang Ziye shook his head and then began to wash the teacup engraved with his name.

After selecting the tea leaves, pour boiling water over them. The tea leaves will begin to sway and release their aroma.

"You think you can shut him up?" Yuan Weihong paused, his hand still touching his head.

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "Master, Teacher Teng is just old, not senile."

"If he really pushes me, I won't be able to use any means necessary."

"Besides, I don't know him well. If he really hit me, I would definitely call the police."

Yuan Weihong was overthinking things, believing that Teng Yuanzhen would be easy to bully Fang Ziye.

actually not.

Teng Yuanzhen and Fang Ziye are too far apart in terms of seniority, so he can't directly take action. Besides, with a senior orthopedic surgeon backing Fang Ziye up, he has no say in Fang Ziye's future!
Thirdly, even if Teng Yuanzhen were to go to the hospital to complain, the hospital wouldn't sacrifice Fang Ziye, a promising young man, for the sake of a retired professor who is unlikely to achieve much.

You can't hit him, you can't punish him, you can't make a scene, and you can't find any reason to scold him.

After all, Fangziye is no longer in charge.

Yuan Weihong continued to pat his head: "So what will you say next?"

Fang Ziye then truthfully recounted his conversation with Professor Teng Yuanzhen, but omitted the part where he acted like a rogue at the end.

After listening, Yuan Weihong chuckled and said, "You gave Professor Teng such a terrible idea, do you think he'll speak to you politely?"

Fang Ziye said, "If he asks, I dare to say that whether he does it or not is his business."

"No one can say that I 'seduced' or 'misled' him, can they?"

"The dispute over disease types is a normal process within the hospital and its medical affairs department, and it has little to do with me," Fang Ziye replied calmly.

Everyone here is an adult. Teng Yuanzhen is almost sixty years old. If he were really "stirred up" by Fang Ziye, people would just think that Teng Yuanzhen is crazy, acting so impulsively at his age.

You went and made a pledge, so you deserved to be punished.
Just as Yuan Weihong was about to say something, there was a knock on the office door.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Huanglong turned the doorknob and poked his head in: "Professor Yuan, Professor Fang, are you free?"

"I've come to him to see a patient."

Fang Ziye had already mentioned to Yuan Weihong that he wanted to treat Liu Huanglong's father-in-law, so Yuan Weihong immediately swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

She stood up herself and went out with Fang Ziye.

Although the other party is not a big name in the medical field, he is still one of the giants in China's scientific research community, and the due respect should still be shown.

Liu Huanglong personally led people over to check the documents and medical records, which were naturally organized and sorted out with exceptional professionalism. Therefore, Fang Ziye did not spend too much effort to understand the old man's condition.

However, after reviewing the medical records and completing the physical examination, Fang Ziye's brows began to furrow.

After Liu Huanglong helped the old man tidy his clothes, he sat down opposite Fang Ziye again. Noticing the hesitation in Fang Ziye's eyes, he spoke first with a smile:
"Professor Fang, just say what you want to say. I'm already this old, there's nothing I can't accept!"

Liu Huanglong looked at Fang Ziye with a slight nervousness. He knew his father-in-law's condition best, and he would look at the test reports after each of his father-in-law's physical examinations.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye gently shook his head: "Teacher, given your current situation, it's not really my place to give you any suitable advice."

From a medical perspective, I suggest you take a break from work and focus on recuperation and wellness!

The elderly person's situation is rather special; it's not exactly an external injury.

But it is absolutely related to my work.

"This might prevent an even worse outcome," Fang Ziye swallowed twice, but didn't say it directly.

No wonder Liu Huanglong never mentioned his father-in-law, nor did he ever introduce Fang Ziye to meet the old man.

The chronic damage he suffered was caused by the accumulation of radioactive materials, resulting in chronic nuclear radiation damage.

If this condition doesn't stop working, simply relying on medication and rehabilitation to treat it will only scratch the surface.

Therefore, Fang Ziye was quite cautious in his speech.

Perhaps the old man isn't a traditional heavy core member, but even if he is a light core member, he's not someone Fang Ziye can just mess with.

Cases of radiation damage affecting muscle and nerve tissue are extremely rare, so Yuan Weihong had no experience treating such cases.

However, Fang Ziye had performed functional reconstruction surgery on similar late-stage patients during his time at the sanatorium, so he knew about it.

In sanatoriums, there are three no-man's lands.

Regardless of the patient's identity, the cause of their illness, or their name, the sanatorium is only responsible for treating the illness, ensuring adequate medical care, and providing the best technical support. The sanatorium bears no other responsibility.

Do it if you want, otherwise forget it!
Liu Huanglong asked, "Professor Fang, in this situation, are there any better recovery methods that can slow down the recovery?"

Liu Huanglong is a professional, so he immediately focused on professional issues.

Fang Ziye said, "Rehabilitation training methods can at most delay functional decline. They cannot prevent tissue damage or even further deterioration."

"Avoid the symptoms, not the root cause! The best option is to get some rest."

"We can't continue moving around and worsen the injury, otherwise we'll have to go through surgery." Fang Ziye chuckled after saying this, and began to calm down.

It's not a big deal, as long as you don't say things carelessly.

Liu Huanglong glanced at the old man.

"Professor Fang, please draft a rehabilitation plan for me, and try to be as detailed as possible. It would be great if it could help me walk more in the future," the old man replied decisively.

Fang Ziye nodded in agreement: "Okay, teacher, I'll put these materials away for now. I'll work on them carefully when I get back and try my best to develop a rehabilitation plan for you."

Seeing that Fang Ziye had agreed, Liu Huanglong politely led his father-in-law out.

Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong observed the old man's gait. It appeared normal, but his muscle contractions were clearly not quite right, and his walking was not as natural as that of an ordinary person.

It's as if he's forcing himself to walk, which suggests that some of his muscles are damaged.

However, since he can still walk normally, his current condition is not suitable for functional reconstruction surgery.

Besides, he's already this old; functional rehabilitation surgery is impossible to perform on him. "Ziye, what's going on? I feel like you and Liu Huanglong are talking in riddles?" Yuan Weihong felt like he had seen Fang Ziye's consultation process, but also felt like he hadn't finished reading it.

It feels like you're pooping and you try to squeeze it halfway through, but instead it breaks and you end up pushing it back in.

Fang Ziye turned his head and said, "Master, that teacher hasn't gone far yet. Why don't you go and ask him in person?"

"The matter of the academician professor is not within our field, so I am not interested."

There is no distinction between high and low status in any industry. Every profession has its own level of confidentiality in its research topics, which Fang Ziye is not interested in.

"Then let's just forget about it." Yuan Weihong didn't dare to risk offending anyone.

He didn't know much about the others, but many academicians in orthopedics had backgrounds in military hospitals, and their research projects were shrouded in mystery. They participated in very few external research projects.

Yet he was brazenly promoted to the position of academician, which must mean there are some things he doesn't want to disclose.

Fang Ziye glanced at his watch and saw that it was almost 8:30.

Fang Ziye then said, "Master, let's go check on the patients. After we're done, I need to go see Luo Tingzhu's stepfather."

It wasn't a secret in the department that Luo Tingzhu's parents were divorced. After the remarriage, he could also be called her stepfather.

However, there is no clear foster relationship between the other party and Luo Tingzhu, and Luo Tingzhu has no obligation to support them in their old age.

"Okay, sure!"

"Go to the orthopedics department later, and I'll organize the surgery schedule for next week. I'll try to finalize all the surgeries for the inpatients before Wednesday."

“Go and talk to the other patients who didn’t have time to have surgery, and apologize to them as needed…” Yuan Weihong also had a lot to do.

After saying that, Yuan Weihong added, "Oh, by the way, I won't go to the dinner party at Huashan Hospital. If you think the opportunity is right, I'd like to introduce your master to some senior figures in the industry at the dinner parties at West China Hospital and Shanghai Sixth Hospital."

“I still have a use.” Yuan Weihong went back and thought about it.

If he wants to advance from the ranks of outstanding young talents, he will inevitably need someone to mentor him, and he himself will also need to have the ability and foundation.

Yuan Weihong has no shortage of research projects, but he is afraid that when the quality of his projects becomes comparable to others, others will see that others have more accumulated experience and push him out of the competition.

Although one cannot wear the titles of Excellent Young Scientist and Outstanding Young Scientist at the same time, Yuan Weihong is also eyeing the opportunity to go further after the Excellent Young Scientist project is completed.

“Okay, Master. I thought about it last night and I agreed to the dinner invitations from West China Hospital and Shanghai Sixth Hospital.”

"The dinner with Pengcheng University and Huashan Hospital will be postponed for now."

“Although the teacher from Pengcheng University is quite prestigious, I also feel that since I’m not very familiar with that teacher, it’s best not to show too much closeness,” Fang Ziye said.

Yuan Weihong immediately understood what Fang Ziye meant.

In a region, it's difficult to describe a harmonious group of academicians within a specific field.

Fang Ziye had already established a good relationship with Professor Qiu Zhenghua before him, probably because he had recently found out that Professor Qiu Zhenghua's relationship with that professor from Pengcheng University was not very good.

Fang Ziye simply stopped trying to please everyone by playing both sides.

Meeting each other first is fate.

Of course, Yuan Weihong didn't ask for the specific reasons: "Just think it through in your mind, there's no need to report it to me."

Yuan Weihong had learned to let go, and Fang Ziye had also gotten used to his master's lack of restraint, but he still added, "Master, I am not proficient in these interpersonal relationships, and now I just follow my instincts."

“If it’s a critical moment, you and Teacher Deng should still offer some advice. It’s not that I completely ignore advice.”

"As long as it doesn't cross what I consider to be my bottom line, having more options means having more paths to take."

Yuan Weihong stood up: "Don't worry, it's not like we're abandoning you."

"Let's get to work. There's a lot to do. To be precise, you have even more to do than I do right now, so you need to streamline your schedule and not waste any time."

Fang Ziye had long understood the feeling of time slipping away, so he didn't continue to be polite and entangled with Yuan Weihong. After finishing a cup of tea with his master, he left the department and headed downstairs to the bone tumor clinic.

……

Fang Ziye was in a good mood. After pushing open the door of the stairwell, he planned to go directly into the department.

As soon as Fang Ziye reached the floor where the osteosarcoma specialist clinic was located, he felt his hair stand on end, as if he were being watched by a pair of "eyes".

Of course, Fang Ziye quickly noticed the source of the gaze, which was standing directly in front of him—

They were a middle-aged couple, sitting absentmindedly at the entrance of the bone tumor clinic. However, their dull and lifeless expressions held a hint of complexity.

The middle-aged woman's eyes visibly reddened the moment she saw Fang Ziye, a sharp glint flashing within them, a glint that vanished in an instant.

Then it changed to resentment, helplessness, then anger, then peace, tranquility, and gratitude...

Beside her, the middle-aged man's temples were completely white, his face was dull and lifeless, and he was gritting his teeth, tilting his head, looking at Fang Ziye.

Unlike his wife, his gaze was completely empty and unchanging, like a walking corpse.

Fang Ziye remembered the middle-aged couple.

It was the family of three that Fang Ziye had seen before he left Zhongnan Hospital last year.

That time, they were pushing a wheelchair with an eight-year-old girl sitting in it.

Fang Ziye's memory gradually faded. The little girl should still have had her hair in pigtails, and she was probably eating an ice cream cone and looked very happy.

She was a little girl who was even more lively and cheerful than Yan Chu.

"Brother, do you want some ice cream?" The little girl in the wheelchair once asked Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye's squinted eyes gradually opened. His memories of this family of three ended there; he couldn't recall what he had talked about with them back then.

His memories of the three were limited to the ice cream cone in the little girl's hand and her asking, "Brother, do you want some ice cream?"

Fang Ziye didn't answer at the time, but if given another chance, he wouldn't be as indifferent as last time; he would answer whether he wanted it or not.

This time, there was no wheelchair in front of the couple.

Fang Ziye stood still for about forty seconds, took a deep breath in front of the two of them, nodded slightly, raised his right hand to greet them, and forced out a 'regretful' smile.

Fang Ziye is worthy of both of them!

But I also feel regret.

When the woman saw that Fang Ziye recognized them, she stood up abruptly.

But the moment she stood up, the middle-aged man with the vacant look in his eyes grabbed her wrist and stood up as well.

This means he has only lost his mind, not his intellect.

The woman didn't rush up to question him impulsively. Instead, her eyes were red-rimmed, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, and she sobbed softly, "Professor Fang, my daughter calls her Zhao Mengmeng."

Fang Ziye blinked and nodded, saying, "I'm sorry, I forgot to ask her name last time."

"She is really lovely and deserves all your love."

"But I'm still sorry, even if I see you now, Mengmeng's condition is still in an uncontrollable stage..."

The middle-aged man said, "Professor Fang, please go ahead and get back to work."

“We came here to look for something; my daughter has lost something.”

"We only realized later that since we couldn't find it at home, we wondered if it had fallen here."

After listening, Fang Ziye asked, "Have you found it? Do you want us to help you look for it?"

"Found it, found it, Professor Fang. You go about your business." The middle-aged man nodded.

Fang Ziye did not press further about what exactly was lost.

Fang Ziye went straight into the orthopedics department and quickly suppressed his emotions.

According to Fang Ziye's former classmates in the orthopedics department, the middle-aged couple's daughter was definitely not the cutest girl, or even the cutest little girl; she was just one of the cutest girls.

There are also many, many of the cutest girls, the cutest boys, teenagers, and young women...

In other words, age, cuteness, academic performance, beauty, obedience, or disobedience are all meaningless in the narrow space of the orthopedics department.

When Fang Ziye entered the orthopedics department, no one was waiting for him. It wasn't until Fang Ziye arrived at the door of the doctor's office that someone recognized him and called out to him. Only then did everyone in the orthopedics department stand up.

At the same time, Liu Gaobo and Aunt Ruan also turned their heads, and Liu Xia waved to Fang Ziye with a happy expression.

But Du Yingshan had no time to catch up with Fang Ziye at this moment. Instead, he said, "Ziye, come here for a moment. I've noticed that Liu Gaobo's tumor prognosis is relatively better than that of other patients with similar tumors."

"You didn't hold back a trick when you were setting up the microcirculation, did you?"

Fang Ziye did not change Liu Gaobo's chemotherapy plan; the chemotherapy plan was prescribed by the professors in the Department of Orthopedics based on his weight.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye called out to Uncle Liu and Aunt Ruan, then walked over and joked, "Teacher Du, I don't have the surname Liu."

"If someone really did tell you to hold back, Professor Liu from the Department of Hand Surgery is the culprit."

As Fang Ziye spoke, he also mentioned the results of Liu Gaobo's three CT scans and two MRI scans after chemotherapy.

As expected, in Liu Gaobo's most recent MRI scan, the osteosarcoma in his lumbar spine had shrunk to only a quarter of its original size.

After examining Fang Ziye's work, Du Yingshan joked, "At this rate of chemotherapy, I'm even thinking of just getting it locally ablated."

“That’s fine too. Professor Du, you’re an expert in this area. If you think it can be dissolved directly now, then let’s dissolve it directly.” Fang Ziye had no objection and affirmed Du Yingshan’s statement.

"Just kidding, how could I bear to?"

Du Yingshan glanced at the MRI again, then looked at Liu Gaobo's mental state, and said with certainty, "Let's try two or three more chemotherapy sessions. After the three sessions, we'll do another imaging scan."

"If the tumor and surrounding blood vessels remain vigorous, we will then consider surgical treatment."

"If the local blood vessels and tumor cells have been completely eliminated, then your localized osteosarcoma can be classified as one of the types of osteosarcoma that can be completely resolved with chemotherapy."

"Liu Gaobo, you're doing well now, so we can look forward to it. There's no need to rush into surgery."

Liu Gaobo wasn't a medical professional either, but upon hearing this, he smiled broadly and said in a simple and honest manner, "Professor Du, I'll do whatever you say. I'll accept the treatment as you arrange."

Ruan Qiutao nodded in agreement: "Yes, Professor Du, we'll do whatever you say..."

As Fang Ziye was speaking, he suddenly noticed that more and more people were gathering in the doctor's office.

Moreover, the discussions among family members outside were also heard by everyone without reservation.

"Is this Professor Fang, whom the professors often mention? I heard that the most advanced treatment for bone tumors was developed under his leadership."

"It seems to be called cyclic chemotherapy. It has fewer side effects and stronger chemotherapy effects. Some early and mid-stage tumors can be cured without surgery."

"Many people who had surgery before have come back to receive chemotherapy again because the side effects of chemotherapy are less now."

"That's much smaller. You don't know, my son's hair fell out in clumps during his first two rounds of chemotherapy."

"During chemotherapy, I vomited constantly, always complaining of stomach pain, unable to eat or drink, became extremely thin, and couldn't sleep well, saying my stomach hurt."

“When I came for chemotherapy last month, it was completely different. I ate well, slept soundly, and it was as if chemotherapy had never happened…”

As the sound grew louder, Fang Ziye squinted, thinking that Du Yingshan had deliberately organized a show for him.

Unexpectedly, Du Yingshan slammed his hand on his desk and scolded, "What are you all doing? What are you all doing gathered around the office door?"

"The office is where patients are seen, and things here involve other people's privacy, so put yourself in their shoes."

If you don't want others to know your own privacy, then don't pry into other people's privacy.

“Go back to your wards, what kind of behavior is this, standing around here?” Du Yingshan said sternly.

The patients started jeering: "We came to see Professor Fang. Professor Du, you always talk about Professor Fang. Does anyone recognize Professor Fang? He recognized her the moment he entered the department..."

"Professor Fang, the current chemotherapy regimen has far fewer side effects, almost none, but will that affect the efficacy?"

"Professor Fang, why don't you come and be a doctor in this department?"

"Professor Fang, you're so handsome! Do you have a girlfriend?"

When a crowd gathers, any topic will inevitably veer off course, because there will always be one or two idiots.

However, when the topic came to this point, the other doctors in the orthopedics department still very professionally gathered at the door and gradually closed the office door.

"Professor Fang and Professor Du are seeing patients right now. If you want to see Professor Fang, you'll have to wait until he's finished, okay?"

"Let's try to understand each other..."

Fang Ziye didn't say much. After looking at the MRI with Du Yingshan for a while and confirming that there were no major problems, he asked, "Professor Du, when can my Uncle Liu be hospitalized for chemotherapy again?"

"Heh, you don't know this, do you?" Du Yingshan stroked his chin.

“The patients in our department make appointments for hospitalization before they are discharged last time. We also have dedicated chemotherapy wards in our ward.”

“These chemotherapy beds used to be available during the day, but recently we applied to the hospital for approval to be available on a half-day basis.”

"That is to say, one bed can admit two patients a day."

"The same applies to extra beds."

“If you’re a local from Han City, you can come in the morning and go home in the afternoon, or you can come in the afternoon and stay here at night.”

"Liu Gaobo, you've scheduled your hospital admission for Tuesday afternoon, right?" Du Yingshan asked.

"Yes, yes, Professor Du, I received my hospital admission certificate before I was discharged," Liu Gaobo nodded in reply.

Du Yingshan said, "Professor Fang, you see, we have already sorted everything out, so we definitely can't arrange hospitalization today. I hope you can understand."

Du Yingshan, as expected of an old fox, had achieved an unprecedented level of emotional control over Fang Ziye.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Professor Du." Fang Ziye bowed slightly.

At that moment, Ruan Qiutao quickly said, "Professor Fang, are you free today? Could I invite you to dinner later tonight?"

"My husband's condition has taken such a dramatic turn for the better thanks to you."

Fang Ziye didn't actually have time, but since Ruan Qiutao had asked, he could only nod.

Seeing this, and hearing the ongoing commotion at the door, Du Yingshan said, "Professor Fang, people have gathered outside. Judging from the situation, they'll have to call security if you don't go out for a bit."

"Why don't you go out for a bit and greet everyone? I still have some details to discuss with Liu Gaobo."

"With so many people in our department here, there's no way we can hurt you, Professor Fang."

What could Fang Ziye say? Although orthopedics is not afraid of mass incidents, it is best to avoid them if possible.

Fang Ziye pushed open the door and came out. He then greeted everyone very honestly, answered two questions, and said, "Thank you for recognizing me. However, I am a trauma surgeon."

"I still have work to do, so I can't chat with you all in detail."

"I have to get to work, otherwise my boss will yell at me and I'll be scolded like a grandson..."

Upon hearing Fang Ziye's words, the crowd parted to make way for him.

However, when Fang Ziye came out of the orthopedics department, there were still quite a few patients, some on crutches and others being helped, waiting at the ward door or in the corridor, to thank Professor Fang.

This was probably not at Professor Du Yingshan's behest or organization, but it was something they organized secretly. Du Yingshan and others must have clearly explained to everyone who was in charge of this chemotherapy project.

That's why everyone is so familiar with Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye had no choice but to accept the emotional comfort offered by Du Yingshan. It can only be said that Du Yingshan, this old fox, was too thorough in his work, making it impossible for Fang Ziye to refuse to cooperate with the Department of Orthopedics in the future.

After being warmly seen off by the crowd at the entrance of the orthopedics department, Fang Ziye turned around and waved his hands back.

"Thank you, you can all go and rest." Then, Fang Ziye turned around and planned to walk up the stairs to the trauma surgery department.

However, at the elevator waiting area, Fang Ziye saw Zhao Mengmeng's parents again!
They were smiling, but their smiles were visibly forced.

People's joys and sorrows may occur simultaneously, but they are reflected in different mirrors!
Fang Ziye stumbled into the stairwell, his mind a jumble of emotions, and it took him more than ten steps to gradually calm down the ripples in his heart...

"Phew!" After walking several dozen steps, Fang Ziye finally let out a long sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)