top student at medical school

Chapter 709 Talking about the Future!

"I should not refuse Professor Chen's invitation, but with the COA approaching, teachers from all over the country will be arriving in Han City one after another."

"There are only so many people in our city, and according to the official website's registration statistics, we really can't spare the time!" Fang Ziye replied tactfully.

Fang Ziye usually eats fast food at the high-speed rail station for lunch, so he really can't keep Chen Yumin company.

Chen Yumin said, "It's normal to be busy during COA, so Professor Fang, you don't need to worry about it."

"Actually, I didn't expect to receive a call before I came here."

While the medical schools affiliated with Sun Yat-sen University are indeed excellent, Professor Chen Yumin is quite ordinary when viewed from a national perspective. Without the support of his position as a professor at a Sun Yat-sen University hospital, he would just be an ordinary professor.

During the COA period, professors like him would almost never have a dedicated person to receive them.

National-level annual meetings are like a mirror, revealing the true nature of people and their snobbishness to the fullest extent.

If it were a provincial annual meeting and Chen Yumin was invited, then as an expert from another province, he would at least have someone accompany him.

"Teacher Chen, we will still try our best to arrange your trip."

“We have students from our hospital stationed at the hotel, as well as some colleagues from our hospital. If you need anything, please feel free to contact us,” Fang Ziye said.

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony." Chen Yumin didn't waste any more words.

Normally, it wouldn't be Fang Ziye, a deputy senior official, to be responsible for picking him up and dropping him off. It's possible that something unexpected happened this time, which led to the chance encounter.

If the big boss in his department came to Wuhan, Fang Ziye would probably personally pick him up and drop him off.

……

The journey to the hotel wasn't during rush hour, but on the return trip, Fang Ziye couldn't avoid the evening rush hour.

However, it was still early, so Fang Ziye slowly pressed the accelerator while reporting in the group: "Master, I should be able to get to the high-speed rail station around 6 o'clock sharp. Professor Zhang will get off the high-speed rail at 7:15 pm, so there is enough time."

The pick-up and drop-off task seems simple, but it takes up a lot of time on the way there and back.

Yuan Weihong should be in the car right now, so he hasn't replied.

But Professor Deng Yong replied in the group chat: "Received!"

"Professor Zhang Yue from West China Hospital has already landed. Shu Lang, none of us superiors can get there right now. Go pick him up immediately and explain things to Professor Zhang properly."

Plans can't keep up with changes, and changes can't keep up with traffic jams.

Originally, Deng Yong was supposed to meet with Professor Zhang Yue in person, but after picking up a professor from Jishuitan, he got stuck in traffic.

With a 40-minute drive remaining, and Zhang Yue already having landed, it was impossible to keep him waiting for over 40 minutes.

Shu Lang quickly replied, "Received, Master..."

As Fang Ziye watched the messages in the group chat appear one by one, a sense of life suddenly spread throughout his body!
He turned on the car's music system and played a soothing tune.

In the past, Fang Ziye would only need to make one trip to pick up and drop off professors.

At other times, he's mostly out attending meetings.

The COA is held only once a year, and Fang Ziye had never witnessed such a scene before. But he thought that every COA was a "trial" for local university professors and graduate students, a bittersweet experience.

But this is academic exchange.

……

Fang Ziye ate a box of hot dry noodles for dinner to tide him over, and he also saved some so that he could go to dinner with Professor Zhang Xingze later if he was invited.

Relationships are based on a first-come, first-served basis.

Back then, Professor Zhang Xingze had helped Fang Ziye. Compared to Professor Jiang Baoguo, Fang Ziye felt that Professor Zhang Xingze would be closer to him, and he would definitely reserve time for him in case of need.

If Professors Qiu Zhenghua and Gu Yuandong were to attend the conference in Wuhan, then no matter how much Professor Zhang Xingze invited them, it wouldn't be on Fang Ziye's schedule.

The high-speed rail takes much longer to exit the station than the airport. At 7:22, Fang Ziye saw Professor Zhang Xingze.

Professor Zhang was as easygoing as ever. His slightly plump figure stretched his shirt, making him look kind and approachable. He had a round face and chin, thick eyebrows, and a thick hairline.

However, the first thing Fang Ziye noticed after noticing Professor Zhang was a guy next to him.

A tall man, over 1.9 meters tall, with a robust and muscular build, carrying a bag and slightly hunched over.

"Teacher Zhang!~"

"Hello, elder brother." Fang Ziye didn't know the visitor's identity, so he simply addressed him as elder brother.

To Fang Ziye's surprise, the tall, strong young man bent down halfway and said in a clear voice, "Professor Fang, my name is Zhang Bo."

"You can call me Xiaobo, or Xiao Zhang..."

Fang Ziye was stunned when Zhang Bo spoke, and Zhang Xingze, who was next to him, was also somewhat helpless.

"Professor Fang, this is my doctoral student, Zhang Bo. He's a bit mischievous."

“Professor Fang Ziye,” Zhang Xingze said to Zhang Bo.

Fang Ziye wasn't sure about the relationship between Zhang Bo and Zhang Xingze, but the word "mischievous" was not enough to describe his "nature." Anyone who could lower himself to call someone "godfather" upon their first meeting was definitely a ruthless person!
"Teacher Zhang, this way please. The car is parked in the garage."

"Would you like to check in first, or have lunch first?" Fang Ziye didn't ask if the other person wanted to eat, and started making arrangements directly.

"Then I'll follow Professor Fang's arrangements. I just need to meet a friend at ten o'clock." As Zhang Xingze walked, he handed his briefcase to Zhang Bo, not letting Fang Ziye help him carry his things, showing that he was still quite wary.

Fang Ziye immediately replied, "Okay, Teacher Zhang."

"We've already made reservations. We can come over to dine anytime."

Zhang Xingze handled this very skillfully and expertly: "Don't make any more calls, and don't go to the place you prepared. Professor Fang, just find another place."

"I want some peace and quiet today."

After listening, Fang Ziye replied without hesitation, "That's fine too, Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Xingze is an academician and has always been the head of the Orthopedic Association. He only stepped down to Professor Tang Fupei last year.

Even after resigning from his position in the Medical Association, Zhang Xingze remained the director of the Orthopedics Branch of the Chinese Medical Doctor Association.

The Chinese Medical Association is an independent academic organization, while the Orthopedics Branch of the Physicians Association is an official physician organization and remains the ruling power.

Moreover, Professor Zhang is still young, in his prime as an academician, and is used to being surrounded by admirers wherever he goes.

As far as Fang Ziye knew, when Professor Zhang went to a prefecture-level city, he was always accompanied by at least a deputy director-general level official.

Fang Ziye loaded Professor Zhang Xingze's luggage into the trunk and helped him into the back seat. Then, while fastening his seatbelt, he asked, "Professor Zhang, you must be tired from the journey. I'll choose a nearby Hubei restaurant."

“Sure, I’m not picky about food, I’m fine with any Chinese food,” Zhang Xingze said.

Throughout the journey, Zhang Bo remained rather quiet. Only after getting into the passenger seat did he turn his head and smile, saying, "Professor Fang, are you tired? If you are, I can help you drive."

The fact that Zhang Bo made this suggestion without batting an eye suggests he's a worldly person.

"It's alright, it's alright. You and Teacher Zhang are guests from afar, how could we let you drive?"

"Besides, the driving atmosphere in Han City isn't actually that good. If you're not sure about the temperament of the bus drivers here, it might be difficult to drive on the road." Fang Ziye casually chose a topic and then delved into it.

Zhang Xingze became interested: "Are the bus drivers in Wuhan really that mysterious?"

Fang Ziye said, "That's how it used to be, Teacher Zhang. Back then, the bus system in Han City hadn't been merged yet. The more you drove, the more you earned, so bus drivers used their feet to shift gears."

"Actually, when I came to Wuhan to study, I never saw any particularly fierce drivers, but occasionally a few drivers would drive rather aggressively."

"I thought the public transportation system in Wuhan was still pretty much the same as before," Zhang Xingze nodded and looked out the window.

"Han City is much better developed than Shi City, both in terms of infrastructure and economic development."

"Professor Fang, your patient resources here must be quite good, right?" Zhang Xingze asked.

"good!"

When Fang Ziye heard Zhang Xingze mention the macro perspective, he also analyzed it based on his own understanding: "Teacher Zhang, actually it's like this, Hubei Province has a complex terrain, especially in the northwest region, where there are few plains, so the accident rate is relatively high."

"Therefore, for us in trauma surgery, we accumulate more difficult and complicated cases. Moreover, Hubei Province has a relatively developed water system, which leads to the proliferation of some skin diseases, such as parasites."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xingze laughed and said, "The mountains are high and the rivers are long, so there must be a lot of arthritis there too?"

"Your joint surgery department here doesn't need to worry about the number of patients."

This is an objective fact.

The higher the mountains and the more dangerous the water, the more arthritis patients you can find. Even if the place is relatively poor, some people will still choose to go out to seek treatment.

As a result, the number of joint patients who gathered in Seoul became enormous.

An endless stream.

"Teacher Zhang, I'm not very familiar with this. So far, my knowledge of joint surgery and sports medicine is almost zero."

"I have never treated a patient like this before, but I do encounter patients with fasciitis quite often, such as those with cuboid bone necrosis."

"It's also mostly related to mountain climbing, and it falls under the category of chronic wear and tear..."

When Zhang Xingze heard Fang Ziye say this, he didn't think Fang Ziye had any extraordinary insight. It just proved that Fang Ziye had thought about things outside of clinical practice and outpatient clinics and had this kind of perspective.

"Professor Fang, what are your thoughts on the future of orthopedics?" Zhang Xingze suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Fang Ziye was stunned for a moment, and all the words he had prepared for him suddenly came out of his head.

Zhang Bo chimed in at this point: "My teacher said that he attended a meeting a while ago and said that orthopedic diseases are not fatal."

"Therefore, DIP/DRG in orthopedics, as well as the centralized procurement system, will be given priority in promotion and will be implemented very strictly."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xingze retorted, "You think you're all talk, huh?"

Zhang Bo realized that he might have said something wrong; at the very least, he shouldn't have told Fang Ziye these things now.

Zhang Bo lowered his head.

Fang Ziye's brows and forehead began to furrow—

The so-called DIP and DRG are actually new models of medical payment.

DRG (Diagnosis Related Groups) is a disease-based payment system formed by clustering real medical data.

For example, in a fracture surgery, the DRG package fee is 10000 yuan. If the hospital treats the patient for 8000 yuan, the remaining 2000 yuan multiplied by the surplus retention rate is the hospital's profit; if it exceeds 10000 yuan, the hospital has to pay the excess cost (the surplus is retained).

DIP (Disease Severity and Intervention Complexity Points) is a payment system that uses standardized grouping of diseases based on clinical experience.

Let's assume the score for a cold is 80.

If each point is worth 100 yuan, the medical insurance will calculate and pay the hospital based on a score of 80. No matter how much you use, the hospital will receive 8000 yuan from the medical insurance.

In summary, both can be described using the following sixteen characters—

Surpluses will be retained, and overspending will be shared.

Overspending will not be reimbursed; any surplus will be retained.

Fang Ziye didn't know much about this. He had been to a sanatorium and had just returned to Zhongnan Hospital. At present, there are no standard international codes for limb salvage and functional reconstruction surgery for limb injuries at Zhongnan Hospital.

Therefore, most of the patients that Fang Ziye came into contact with did not have specific weight scores.

“Teacher Zhang, I haven’t studied these two payment models in depth yet, but I’ve heard that DRG and DIP, in principle, control the surgical procedure.”

"Once a diagnosis is confirmed, we can only treat the patient using the most cost-effective surgical method, regardless of the patient's wishes?" Fang Ziye asked.

"That's roughly the idea."

"For example, in the case of a femoral neck fracture, only closed reduction and internal fixation can be performed. If closed reduction and internal fixation cannot be performed, the department and hospital will have to bear the extra costs," Zhang Xingze explained simply.

"Therefore, recently, the number of surgeries performed in primary hospitals in pilot cities has decreased sharply."

"Many patients can only flock to relatively large hospitals, but these hospitals are out of beds, which creates a rather awkward situation."

"Moreover, this model will soon be rolled out nationwide!"

“At that time, if our orthopedics department wants to make any innovations, we can only start with new diseases.” Since Zhang Bo had already said it, Zhang Xingze did not continue to hide it.

"Erectile dysfunction is also included in DRG, and it's been completely ruled out," Zhang Xingze added, meaning that even Zhongnan Hospital, where Fang Ziye works, is no exception.

What are your thoughts on this, Teacher Zhang?

"What I mean is, besides reducing the cost of consumables and medicines." This was what really gave Fang Ziye a headache.

Functional impairment can have many causes. Some people have functional impairment caused by muscle adhesions, while others have it caused by chronic nerve damage.

If billing is simply based on surgical categories, then every time someone at Zhongnan Hospital undergoes functional reconstruction surgery, their colleagues will be cursing them out.

"No admissions, no treatment, no innovation."

“I’ve chosen to return to tradition,” Zhang Xingze replied with a smile.

Although Zhang Xingze was smiling, his words were clearly tinged with emotion.

He can't compete with DIP and DRG either, so he has to operate within this framework.

Therefore, if Professor Zhang Xingze has any ideas about surgery, he has to keep them to himself and follow the traditional surgical methods.

“Teacher Zhang, in that case, we can only hope that the system will be further refined.”

"We need to be able to make more precise and differentiate payments based on the different principles of diagnosis; otherwise, we will only be able to return to the traditional approach as we develop."

“If we lose money on every surgery we perform, everyone will starve to death sooner or later!” Fang Ziye replied.

"Therefore, we also need to gather opinions from all sides and submit these suggestions before we starve to death!"

"They started centralized procurement a few years ago, and now they're doing this kind of thing again."

"Sigh." Zhang Xingze let out a long sigh.

……

After arriving at the restaurant, Fang Ziye found a private room, quickly ordered, and then Professor Zhang Xingze let his "social bull" student go out for a stroll.

After refilling Professor Zhang Xingze's teacup, Fang Ziye calmly said, "Professor Zhang, this place was found on short notice; it was an emergency."

"It's fine, plain water is fine too," Zhang Xingze said nonchalantly.

"The main thing is, Fang Ziye, have you thought about the future of orthopedics? You're not a short person anymore. If something really collapses, you'll be one of the people who have to hold it up."

"How can we ensure our staff can make a living under such circumstances, and how can we develop our orthopedic medical technology under such a system?"

"This is a critical issue that we must face and resolve in a timely manner."

At this point, Zhang Xingze changed the subject: "Even if we can go back a few years after these two systems are implemented, it's not a long-term solution to see small hospitals unable to treat certain diseases or not being able to guarantee the types of diseases they can treat."

"On the one hand, there are patients suffering from illnesses who need our help to alleviate their pain."

"On another front, the reform of medical insurance billing has significantly impacted the surgical options we can choose."

"With thorns on both sides, moving forward or backward is painful," Zhang Xingze said, then sighed.

Adults may like to have it all, but it's really difficult to have it all.

This is especially true for top-tier hospitals, where it is even more difficult.

In comparison, ordinary prefecture-level city hospitals were the least affected.

Because the surgeries they perform are routine surgeries, which are well-suited for DIP and DRG procedures, but top-tier hospitals are different.

Some patients' diagnoses may not be understood even by people all over the world. In such cases, we not only need to find ways to solve the problem, but also to control costs!

It will only be one head and three big ones.

As Professor Zhang Xingze said, Fang Ziye cannot escape, and neither can Zhongnan Hospital.

Fang Ziye didn't have a good solution either, so he could only vent his anger on Zhang, asking, "Teacher Zhang, you must have thought of some methods, right?"

"Although I was lucky and walked faster, the distance was not actually that far, so I can't say I had any experience."

"So all I can do is listen to you, Teacher Zhang, and vent to you."

What could Fang Ziye do? He had no options.

Zhang Xingze looked at Fang Ziye and said, "You are a pioneer, and you have always been on the path of pioneering. Asking you this question abruptly is indeed a bit difficult for you."

“We do have some ideas. As you said, we can either wait for the payment system to improve and develop, and for the framework to become more detailed and comprehensive.”

"However, we can't just wait. We can also suggest that common diseases in our hospitals be temporarily excluded from the DRG or DIP system, or that the score for medical insurance payments be increased first."

"We will gradually reduce it after the results are relatively mature and there are absolute statistical results."

"There is no longer an individualized choice for DIP and DRG; it can only be a one-size-fits-all approach."

"So, given this one-size-fits-all approach, what should we do if we come up with new methods and improved ideas? Should the medical insurance department and the research department coordinate specifically to open dedicated windows and channels for certain diseases that involve new surgical procedures and treatments?"

"In order to further develop our medical innovation capabilities on the basis of treating diseases."

"Finally, for some terminal illnesses, such as destructive injuries, we should not control costs according to DRG and DIP." "Otherwise, the only option patients will face in any hospital in the future is amputation."

“No organization would dare to risk limb preservation to cover the costs of rehabilitation and follow-up treatment for sequelae if limb preservation is unsuccessful.” Zhang Xingze genuinely wanted to help Fang Ziye.

So I told Fang Ziye a lot about the cases that are currently under discussion.

Fang Ziye nodded slowly: "The teachers really have a good idea. I think this is a good approach."

Fang Ziye was not merely a listener who remained silent and did not think.

"It would be even better if we could further stratify hospitals based on their level and on a voluntary basis."

“For example, units that are willing to forgo routine treatment of common diseases will not charge for DRG and DIP, because the diseases they treat cannot be treated with DIP at all.”

"And for units that are willing to take on common diseases and routine treatments, then..."

Zhang Xingze interrupted, "Your thinking isn't wrong, but it will only cut off some of the hospital's future development!"

"If the technical level of county hospitals and small hospitals develops in the future, what awaits these hospitals is only slow suicide."

Fang Ziye was startled upon hearing this.

Fang Ziye had just encountered one case of this kind of slow suicide, namely the situation in the burn unit of Zhongnan Hospital.

"Is that just designating the medical team?" Fang Ziye asked.

“DIP and DRG are directly linked to the hospital. What does it have to do with your medical team? The hospital will only contact your department, not you personally.”

"This kind of management will only make things more chaotic."

Zhang Xingze continued, "Moreover, once the principle of voluntariness is adopted, the turnover of personnel in the medical system will increase dramatically."

"There isn't much new blood willing to go to a stagnant, hopeless workplace."

Zhang Xingze rejected Fang Ziye's idea, but still encouraged him, "Professor Fang, there's no rush, take your time to think it over!"

"With today's advanced communication technology, we can communicate at any time."

"But we still need to learn to think about these issues."

Fang Ziye's expression slowly turned serious.

"Those who are not in a position should not concern themselves with its affairs, but those who aspire to such a position must emulate its policies." Zhang Xingze's meaning is quite clear.

If you only think about protecting yourself, then don't try to take our place; you don't have the responsibility.

If you truly want better development and have a compassionate heart, then you need to start broadening your horizons now.

Furthermore, when considering problems, one should not limit oneself to the patient, but also consider the broader perspective of one's colleagues, peers, profession, and specialty.

Only by thinking deeply about problems can you ensure that you don't become a figure of chaos in your time of power and gain a bad reputation.

If Zhang Xingze and others were to blindly support the rapid promotion of these two models now, without taking any further steps, orthopedics would indeed fail to make any progress for decades to come.

So the historical records and the curses of later generations will begin with people like Zhang Xingze who have influence.

A professor at West China Hospital who referenced the recommendation system for standardized residency training.

"Thank you for your help, Teacher Zhang." Fang Ziye's heart began to feel gradually emptied, and he began to feel as if he were walking on thin air.

This is a significant step forward in Fang Ziye's mindset in recent years.

While the position of academician is certainly prestigious, the responsibilities, pressures, and considerations they bear are things that an ordinary professor would never think about.

Moreover, once you go there, you have to keep doing it.

Whether you do it well or not, you'll keep doing it, either advancing the future of the college and the profession, or cutting off your path forward with no way back...

An hour and a half later, Fang Ziye politely helped Professor Zhang Xingze and Zhang Bo complete the check-in procedures.

Zhang Xingze said, "Professor Fang, we can go up ourselves. You should go and rest too."

"Teacher Zhang, I live here too."

"Otherwise it won't be convenient to come over tomorrow morning." Fang Ziye pointed upstairs.

Academic conferences are not life-or-death situations, but being late for a conference is not a good thing.

Not only Fang Ziye is staying here, but his fellow disciples have also checked in in advance.

Professor Zhang Xingze said, "Then Professor Fang, you should get some rest and recharge your energy. I'm really looking forward to your lecture tomorrow!"

"Teacher Zhang, you should also get some rest. Tomorrow morning, Dr. Shu Lang from our department, whom we contacted before, will accompany you and guide you throughout the process." After saying this, the two did not say anything more.

After the elevator went up, Professor Zhang Xingze arrived at his floor first, while Fang Ziye continued to go up.

Upon arriving at the 18th floor of the InterContinental Hotel, Fang Ziye first knocked on the door of Lan Tianluo's room. When no one answered, Fang Ziye went to Jie Han's room.

When the door opened, the two were indeed seen fixing the teleprompter in the PowerPoint presentation.

"Senior brother, Master can't make it in time. Could you listen to it for us one more time?" Jie Han said.

The two arrived in Han City yesterday and have already shown it twice at Fang Ziye's house.

But I'm still not at ease.

The two were only speaking at a youth forum, so in principle no one would make things difficult for them. However, the main content they shared was quite sensitive, so it's possible that someone deliberately targeted them.

In case you encounter someone who is oblivious and deliberately makes things difficult for you, you'll be mentally prepared in advance.

"Then you can begin."

"By the way, double-check if I've backed up the PPT I sent you. In case my USB drive and computer break down tomorrow, I'll still have something to use." Fang Ziye cautiously asked the two of them to check again.

Jie Han and Lan Tianluo each took turns checking their local memory and USB drive.

If all three people's computers and USB drives break down at the same time, and all six filings fail, Fang Ziye will have no choice but to accept this one in a trillion chance.

Time passed slowly until 11:20 p.m.

It took Fang Ziye and the other two to carefully sort out Lan Tianluo's speech. Then, each of them held a cup of coffee, turned their backs to the computer, and refused to look at even the back of the computer anymore.

I found it absolutely disgusting.

Lan Tianluo said softly, "Around 8 p.m. this afternoon, Brother Wu Xuanqi called me and asked if I was free."

Wu Xuanqi may seem carefree, but he is actually very meticulous. He knew that Fang Ziye was meeting Professor Zhang Xingze at that time and did not call Fang Ziye directly.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "What time is it? We have so many things to do in our own department and team at the National Orthopedic COA. How could I possibly find the time to spend with this guy?"

"So Brother Wu Xuanqi only made a phone call and didn't make too many demands. He's probably quite flustered too," Lan Tianluo said.

Jie Han began to analyze: "We are attending the youth session, while Brother Wu Xuanqi is going to the main session on trauma surgery. And it's related to artificial intelligence prosthetics."

"The innovation of this project is no less than that of functional reconstruction surgery and limb preservation surgery for severe injuries. He was also afraid of being asked about his disability."

"Back in Enshi, wasn't Brother Nie Mingxian forced to go to bars with Liao Jia every day?"

Fang Ziye comfortably enjoyed the moment of peace before the conference: "You guys have been having so much fun in Enshi lately?"

After Fang Ziye returned, there was still a mountain of things to do, a jumble of issues from all sides, which gave him a real headache.

Lan Tianluo said, "It's both fun and not fun, but the matters and tasks are relatively simple."

"Dean Li Yongjun suggested that I also try my hand at clinical trauma surgery, but with your example, senior, I would rather progress more slowly."

"I'm still young."

Fang Ziye's 'status' was earned through hard work; he made the most of his time.

Lan Tianlu could also see that Fang Ziye was not happy these days. His senior brother was older and was a 'stepping stone'. Since he knew that this path was not pleasant, he should change the path.

Lan Tianluo is now focusing his explosive power on a single point, using that point to drive the rest of the chain.

"You guys haven't had time to work on that cell model you were working on with Tingzhu lately, have you?" Fang Ziye asked.

Unlike Fang Ziye, who pursued both basic and clinical research in parallel, Jie Hanlan and Tianluo chose to pursue several basic research paths in parallel.

Luo Tingzhu majored in basic standard anatomical models for anesthesiology and minored in the construction of cell models for bone tumor microcirculation chemotherapy and degenerative diseases.

Lan Tianluo participated in two of them. In addition, he also minored in the programming of artificial intelligence prostheses and the data debugging of individualized prosthetic models for bone defects.

As for Jie Han, in addition to the two roles, he also serves as a "thinking guide" for the basic pathways of energy metabolism in osteosarcoma, working with Yuan Weihong to find new paths.

The three brothers, all of whom are now handling a considerable amount of work.

"We didn't have time to do it ourselves. We asked Han Jingyi to help us collect the pathological specimens from the excisions." Lan Tianlu shook his head.

"By the way, senior brother, Han Jingyi has been following you for so long now, I have to say a word for her. She may be of average talent, but her attitude is excellent."

"Has enough composure and perseverance."

"But senior brother, you are really cruel. You just dumped such a high-level research project on Hu Qingyuan, a master's student, and then just let it go. Aren't you afraid of wearing him down?"

Lan Tianluo was very worried.

Even now, Lan Tianluo and Jie Han are working together to develop that new miRNA pathway for osteosarcoma, and they are finding it very difficult. Hu Qingyuan is just a master's student, yet he has to shoulder such a heavy burden.

This isn't just bullying the student; it's cruelly grinding him down.

Looking back on the tasks we three did a few years ago, those were child's play.

"It's alright, I guess. It took ten years to hone this skill."

"Hu Qingyuan himself said that his early life was too smooth."

"Lan Tianluo, you can refer to this yourself. You didn't review or read any books, and you still got into graduate school."

"I didn't spend much time on it, but I became the highest-ranked player in the game. I started a live stream and accidentally earned a fortune that I couldn't handle at my age."

“Before, I was so bored that I went straight to a temple to cultivate myself. Is this the kind of life an undergraduate should lead?” Fang Ziye listed.

Lan Tianluo gently sipped his coffee and asked softly, "What else?"

Fang Ziye and Jie Han were stunned on the spot. After exchanging a glance, they both turned around at the same time.

"Senior brother, wanna go downstairs for a barbecue?" The two didn't want to hang out with Lan Tianluo anymore.

It was only after the two of them learned more about Lan Tianluo that they realized this.

During his undergraduate studies, Lan Tianluo completed a doctorate in mathematics, a master's degree in computer science, and an undergraduate degree in medicine. He also participated in some impressive basic mathematical computing projects.

It was only later that I learned that when Lan Tianluo graduated, he received an offer from a major company as an algorithm engineer with a base salary of ten million yuan.

He didn't go to any of those places; he came directly to Zhongnan Hospital as a junior resident physician.

Actually, none of that matters. The more crucial point is that Kyoto University's Faculty of Mathematical Sciences is unwilling to let him go. This is far more valuable than a ten million yen offer.

"Let's skip the barbecue, lest we get an upset stomach and have to throw a javelin at an inopportune time tomorrow."

"You should also be careful in the future. Don't eat anything indiscriminately before important occasions," Fang Ziye said, rejecting Jie Han's suggestion.

"It's a pity that Senior Sister Luo can't come to Han City this time."

"Otherwise, she would definitely have come to cheer for you, senior brother," Jie Han said with some regret.

Fang Ziye pursed his lips and glanced at Lan Tianluo: "Actually, it's better that Tingzhu didn't come. She's too strong-willed. I'm afraid she'll have insomnia every day after she goes back."

Fang Ziye knew his wife's personality very well.

She appears harmless, but her competitive spirit is terrifying; she's definitely the type of academic queen who wants to trample everyone under her feet.

After being isolated, Lan Tianluo sent a voice message into his phone: "What are you doing here?"

"There are only so many rooms left in the hotel. Nearly 20,000 people are attending this year's annual meeting, and all the surrounding hotels have been emptied out!"

"A junior student is going to share a room with me later, but I'm not my professor or senior brother."

After hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately left.

Lan Tianluo is excellent, but he is not yet at the level of Fang Ziye's current deputy senior management.

If you're going to a meeting and don't have an associate professor title, you'll have to pay for a private room yourself.

It wasn't that Lan Tianluo couldn't afford to pay for it himself, but rather that Zhongnan Hospital needed too many of his fellow students to come and help, so they had to share a room.

After leaving the room, Fang Ziye returned to his room on the nineteenth floor.

But instead of falling asleep immediately, she walked to the windowsill and looked at the neon lights outside.

He murmured to himself, "Even if we don't care about the monk, we should care about the Buddha. Those two kids haven't even enjoyed the thrill of scientific breakthroughs yet. If the situation really changes drastically and we can't find a solution, it will definitely affect their experience."

"Although neither of them ever complained, they both deserved credit and hard work."

Fang Ziye plopped down on the sofa and shook his head: "Clinical practice, scientific research, medical insurance, patients, the department's foundation, the specialty's future."

"What the hell does this have to do with me, an associate professor?"

Complaining is one thing, but for now, the best we can do is focus on the present.

The things Professor Zhang Xingze mentioned should not be ignored as they won't happen, but we also shouldn't be too fixated on them.

If Fang Ziye could have figured out a solution to a problem that even they couldn't solve, he would have already flown to outer space.

……

Silent all night.

The next day, as Fang Ziye was adjusting his shirt and tie, Luo Tingzhu's wake-up call rang.

Her voice was soft and sweet: "Hey, senior brother, are you up yet?"

"Get up, just a few more minutes to get ready and we can head out."

"Didn't I tell you not to call me? Even if I'm not awake, someone will knock on the door later." Fang Ziye put down his phone, turned on speakerphone, and continued to straighten his clothes in front of the mirror.

"I was afraid you weren't awake yet. There are two lectures today, and they're COA lectures. If you miss the time, you'll get a beating, senior." Luo Tingzhu's voice was still soft and murmured, clearly from being in bed, half-awake.

"Then don't be so afraid, this is the truth."

“I can choose not to apply or not to participate. But if I apply, am selected, and then miss the meeting, Professor Li Guohua will beat me with his belt.”

"I finally have some free time, so you can get up a little later."

"Rest a little longer."

"After the COA ends, we still need to organize the chemotherapy data from the second week." Fang Ziye's tone was also gentle, with a hint of doting.

"Okay, I'm going to sleep until nine o'clock today."

"Senior brother, I have something to tell you!" Luo Tingzhu suddenly said.

"You said."

"Wouldn't it be better to say something else later?" Fang Ziye said with a smile.

"It's about Xiang Cai. After Chen Xixian found out about Xiang Cai, he was afraid she would be taken advantage of, so he sent her back to Han City." Luo Tingzhu's voice was very soft.

"Sure, give it to her... Does Miss Chen really need that little bit of money?" Fang Ziye said nonchalantly.

Luo Tingzhu's voice immediately lowered: "But Associate Professor Liao Jia is angry!"

Fang Ziye paused slightly with both hands.

Luo Tingzhu said that Liao Jia was angry, which proves that Liao Jia was definitely quite angry, otherwise he wouldn't have let Luo Tingzhu know.

"I told Chen Xixian about Xiang Cai's situation. Chen Xixian was afraid that Xiang Cai would really take that next step..."

"Brother Liao Jia thinks Chen Xixian and I are a bit too kind-hearted," Luo Tingzhu said in a low voice.

"I was originally planning to tell you about this after you finished the COA."

"I thought about it all night, and I still think it's better to tell you in advance, senior brother. If you think it's my fault, I apologize to you."

"I apologized to Professor Liao, but he didn't accept it."

Hearing Luo Tingzhu's apology, Fang Ziye couldn't bear to scold her any further: "Different life experiences lead to different levels of accuracy in doing things!"

"Our values ​​and beliefs can't be completely aligned, and there's nothing we can do about that."

“From my perspective, you and Chen Xixian might be seen as overly kind-hearted people, but from your perspective, you both have sufficient financial resources, your own values, and the ability to bear the consequences. Moreover, you are both girls, so there is no question of right or wrong.”

"What about Professor Liao?" Luo Tingzhu asked.

"What else can I do? My wife drove him away. I should apologize and try to persuade her, but if I really can't persuade her back, then all I can do is regret it," Fang Ziye said.

"You should rest first, don't worry about this. I'm going out too, I have an appointment to have breakfast with someone."

(End of this chapter)