top student at medical school

Chapter 715 The Annual Meeting Ends!

Fang Ziye had heard from his classmates in the Department of Orthopedics that working in the Department of Orthopedics is very fulfilling.

The patients in the orthopedics department are mainly teenagers. After spending some time here, most of them feel very fortunate to be able to grow up.

Professor Du Yingshan and others have spent their entire lives in the Department of Orthopedics and have seen countless children pass away. Therefore, they must have more empathy than Fang Ziye.

After his gaze swept over the two professors for a while, Fang Ziye said in a low voice, "Professor Du, if there are no onlookers, then the signs of its existence will be faint and indistinct."

"It's actually quite good to have seen it. When I was choosing a major before, I was quite timid and didn't dare to choose orthopedics."

Ning Haiqing, who had conducted a background check on Fang Ziye, said to lighten the mood, "With your postgraduate entrance exam scores, it's not like you could choose our department."

The Department of Orthopedics at Zhongnan Hospital has its own dedicated building, and the Department of Spinal Surgery has two wards, demonstrating its formidable strength.

In terms of overall strength, trauma surgery is at the bottom. If it weren't for Deng Yong, who rose to prominence through unorthopedic methods in recent years, traditional departments like trauma surgery would be in an even worse position within orthopedics, not even as good as emerging disciplines like sports medicine.

Although the Department of Orthopedics has not had an administrative director in recent years, it does not affect the department's overall strength in orthopedics, which remains unparalleled.

The overall level of hand surgery was slightly better than that of trauma surgery, but of course, Ni Yaoping ruined it himself.

Du Yingshan smiled and said, "A hero's origins are not important, and one should not mock the path others have taken."

"Ziye was able to turn the tide despite being at the bottom, which is a combination of luck and ability. Because of this, other teachers in our department are no longer willing to poach him."

People who come to Zhongnan Hospital to study or work will not be asked whether they came on foot or in a luxury car. At most, they will ask at the beginning, but after they actually start studying or working there, they will be asked.

Initial conditions may bring you convenience, but they are not guaranteed to last.

"Professor Du, Professor Ning, my presentation is finished. Do you two have any other tasks? If so, please don't delay us." Fang Ziye prepared to end the conversation.

This isn't Fang Ziye being high-profile; it's just that he can't possibly keep track of the schedules of all the professors in the hospital. Fang Ziye is far from having that much free time.

The only things he could pay attention to were his two teachers and his junior classmates. Fang Ziye knew about Professor Han Yuanxiao's schedule for sharing and lecturing, but he wouldn't deliberately listen to the lectures unless he heard that someone was deliberately picking on him.

"I have some things to attend to. Ziye, if you have other plans, you can go ahead."

"Professor Hu is just giving a suggestion. You will know how to handle the other prescriptions yourself, and you understand yourself better."

"We won't say anything more," Du Yingshan said.

Fang Ziye politely saw the two professors off, saying, "Professor Du, Professor Ning, you're busy now."

Both of them should be giving lectures this year. As local hosts from Han City, and not a super giant like Song Zengwu, nor a senior like Hu Pingdong, they will likely be pushed back in the order of their lectures.

Even Fang Ziye's lecture was scheduled for the morning of the third day.

After Fang Ziye left, Ning Haiqing walked slowly back to the Bone Disease Department's meeting hall, stroking his chin as he remarked, "Professor Du, Fang Ziye is quite mischievous."

Who wasn't mischievous when they were young?

“There are plenty of well-behaved children all over the country, but you just happen to dislike them,” Du Yingshan asked with a smile.

Ning Haiqing said, "But Director Du, if we really follow Fang Ziye this time, there will be no way back."

“Those funds aren’t so easy to get.”

Ning Haiqing was well aware that if Fang Ziye could actually prove the research topic and the department was willing to provide strong support, then the National Natural Science Foundation of China would likely pool a large amount of funding for him.

These funds are sent with the expectation of results. If no results are produced, the reputation of the Department of Orthopedics at Zhongnan Hospital will be completely destroyed for decades to come.

The country is still very poor and research funding is very limited, but every country wants to be the best in cancer treatment. Not to mention the huge potential for foreign trade, even for the overall health of its own people, this investment has the best return on investment.

Looking back, the old professor in Shanghai who pioneered a chemotherapy regimen for leukemia successfully broke the deadlock, and his family produced four academicians.

The country has never neglected this issue, nor has it ever been unwilling to invest money in it. It's just that it's not wealthy enough, so it needs to see results after investing money.

"The barefoot are not afraid of those wearing shoes; heroes have always been mostly from humble backgrounds."

"How much real prestige does our Department of Orthopedics at Zhongnan Hospital have nationwide?"

"In this situation, if you're always hesitant and timid, you might as well just hide and call it a day from the start."

"Whether you stick your neck out or not, you'll get cut."

"Even if we lose the bet and end up in a terrible state, can it be more pitiful than the fate of those kids who win the bet?"

"Ning Haiqing, you overestimate yourself." Du Yingshan's tone was upright and had become exceptionally forceful.

The orthopedics department of Zhongnan Hospital is not short of reckless men.

This is a family heirloom!

Ning Haiqing's expression remained unchanged; he opened and closed his mouth a few times but then remained silent.

Du Yingshan had already made his decision, and he had fulfilled his responsibility to persuade her. There was no point in saying anything more. Besides, Ning Haiqing wasn't stupid; she naturally knew that sometimes you had to take a gamble.

If you want to be the first to try something new, how can you do it without taking some risks?
Du Yingshan's voice came at just the right time: "Look at Liu Huanglong, he is very decisive and straightforward. He seizes opportunities without hesitation, even if these choices bring a lot of doubts."

"With his abilities, qualifications, and experience, he could stay at Peking Union Medical College Hospital and wait for Professor Zhong to retire, and then take over everything at Peking Union Medical College Hospital now."

“Even a professor in his thirties doesn’t have as many concerns as you.”

There are many levels of shamelessness!

Du Yingshan felt that Ning Haiqing was still too young and conservative, so he offered a few more words of advice.

Ning Haiqing's expression suddenly changed upon hearing this.

After carefully considering Liu Huanglong's choice, I can say it was indeed a bold move.

He gave up his identity as a successor in hand surgery and went directly to the Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital for a temporary stay. After finding a loophole in hand surgery, he did not hesitate to take action.

Liu Huanglong is a person who clearly distinguishes between love and hate.

Although Liu Huanglong's doctoral degree was "sent away" by a retired professor, the procedure had to be completed, and the senior professors in the hand surgery department must have tacitly approved it.

That was Liu Huanglong's entire future. With others already holding knives to his throat, Liu Huanglong wouldn't be polite to the older generation.

Liu Huanglong is not an incapable person, nor is he an average person.

He was a remarkable person who passed the professional assessment and stayed on to pursue a doctorate under those circumstances. In his time, he could choose any doctoral candidate from any hospital in the country, but he chose Zhongnan Hospital. You still criticize me? How could Liu Huanglong not hold a grudge?
Today, Liu Huanglong has returned to his hometown in wealth and honor, and with the help of this opportunity, he has brought hand surgery to a new peak.

In the next comprehensive evaluation of vocational colleges, their apparent overall ranking will improve significantly, and their true overall level will definitely be among the top fifteen in the country!
Every single one of the top 30 specialized hospitals must be a relatively well-known hospital, with renowned professors leading the teams; they are not just some low-quality individuals filling quotas.

Moreover, this achievement is just the beginning; Liu Huanglong is still young.

Now is also a good time for the Department of Orthopedics.

Of course, Ning Haiqing is already quite old, so he wouldn't make any youthful, immature pronouncements or offer any inspiring or other guarantees.

……

"Professor Lin, Professor Zheng, Professor Jiang, Professor Sun!" At noon, Fang Ziye, Yuan Weihong, and Zhang Yuancong entered the private room. Fang Ziye called the guests first, and then called his own teachers.

Among the crowd, Professor Lin Yuan from the Sixth Affiliated Hospital of Shanghai University still stood out with his large ears. However, he, who used to look very assertive, now seemed less fierce. Beside Professor Lin Yuan, Professor Zheng Haidong still stretched out his long neck, laughing heartily, as elegant as ever.

"Professor Fang, please come and sit down," Professor Lin Yuan greeted politely.

Lin Yuan is currently the administrative director of the Department of Orthopedics at Shanghai Sixth Hospital. He is currently sitting with Professor Du Xinzhan, but the other seat is still empty.

Fang Ziye quickly waved his hand and said, "Teacher Lin, I am a junior, and I dare not act arrogantly. If my masters settle scores with me later, they will tear my ears apart."

"I think the area near the entrance is fine; the air conditioning is too hot." Fang Ziye chose a nearby empty spot and stopped moving.

Although Fang Ziye wasn't wrong to sit there, he didn't have a penchant for showing off, and with all the teachers from his department present, he didn't want to stand out too much.

Fang Ziye's principle has always been to be high-profile in his work and low-profile in his personal life.

Fang Ziye would only choose to abandon the latter and take a bold step with his teachers if there was a conflict between being high-profile in his work and being low-profile in his personal life.

Deng Yong chimed in, "Professor Zheng, please have a seat. What Xiao Fang said is absolutely right."

"We can't lose our composure."

"Besides, this is just a private little gathering, there's no need for so many formalities."

Zheng Haidong didn't dwell on it any longer and sat down next to Professor Lin Yuan.

Even in the orthopedics department of the Sixth People's Hospital of Shanghai, there are only two or three national-level experts. With him sitting here, no one dares to have any objections.

After everyone exchanged pleasantries and took their seats, Professor Lin Yuan said, "Professor Du, your Zhongnan Hospital is full of talented people. When would be a convenient time for you to send a few more students over?"

"Zhang Yuancong is also very outstanding."

Zhang Yuancong comes from Zhongnan Hospital and has now worked at Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital as an associate professor. He is indeed a prominent figure among the younger generation in his department.

Professor Du Xinzhan responded to this with ease: "Professor Lin, please don't touch a sore spot."

"Our family is small, and the fact that we were able to keep Yuan Cong is something that Deng Yong, Professor Dong Yaohui, and I have always felt heartbroken about. But we can't compare to Professor Lin, whose family is so big and powerful."

"I was thinking that if Professor Lin doesn't mind, I could send a few PhDs over."

"I'll accept it all!" Du Xinzhan assured him.

Speaking of Dong Yaohui, Professor Zheng Haidong was familiar with him and asked, "Professor Du, I heard that after Professor Dong retired, he devoted himself to saving people? That's such a pity."

Du Xinzhan's expression instantly turned serious: "Teacher Dong is not only dedicated to her profession, but also a person of high moral character and dignified conduct. She is a good teacher to us!"

"It's a pity that Zhongnan Hospital is not very fortunate and was unable to keep Teacher Dong."

Du Xinzhan's wording was refined and just right.

An elderly man drowned while trying to save someone in the river. Such a person deserves respect no matter the circumstances.

Dong Yaohui, Deng Yong's teacher, also had slightly red eyes as he said, "My master did indeed pass away rather suddenly. I had hoped that he could enjoy his old age and that I could visit him a few more times."

"I just never expected that after he retired, I would only visit him once and never have the chance again."

"Now I can only rely on my own efforts. I hope Professor Lin and Professor Zheng will take good care of me in the future."

Deng Yong is very clever. Lin Yuan was just looking for a topic to talk about, but this topic was too heavy. If one gets too deeply involved, it will be difficult to extricate oneself.

He had to act as a torque to divert attention from the topic.

Zheng Haidong said, "Professor Deng, although Professor Dong has passed away, his grandchildren are quite remarkable."

"Moreover, many of Professor Dong's ideas and thoughts have survived to this day."

"Even now, I have to admire Professor Dong's foresight. He was able to think of combining artificial intelligence with prosthetics more than a decade ago to produce AI prosthetics."

Such thinking is beyond the reach of ordinary people!

As someone in trauma surgery and orthopedics, it's impossible not to know about the topic of artificial intelligence prosthetics these days, and within this topic, scenes have emerged that haven't appeared in research for many years.

That is the main person in charge of the project, with a name (deceased).

Although Fang Ziye handed the research project over to Tongji Hospital, he meticulously listed everyone's contributions in the project contribution section. Professor Dong Yaohui's innovative thinking and accumulated insights accounted for an undeniable portion of his contribution.

Artificial intelligence prostheses will undoubtedly be the main focus of functional rehabilitation for extreme patients in the field of orthopedics for decades to come.

Even with limb-sparing surgery that can cause severe injuries, amputation cannot be completely avoided.

No matter how advanced limb replantation surgery is, there are always cases where the limb cannot be successfully replanted.

As long as orthopedics exists, there will be amputees. Therefore, the future functional rehabilitation of these patients should move towards artificial intelligence-based recovery.

Therefore, Professor Lin Yuan's mention of Professor Dong Yaohui was not arbitrary.

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong's expression turned sour.

Because Professor Dong Yaohui was his mentor, but Professor Dong Yaohui had never told him these things, he was a little jealous of Fang Ziye.

Although I understand that I am too incompetent to do solid scientific research.

A teacher is a teacher; he understands you best and knows how you "progress," so he simply doesn't put pressure on himself.

But he is my teacher.

Fang Ziye took in Deng Yong's changing expression and said softly, "Some of my advisor's ideas were indeed quite advanced, but unfortunately, he will never have the chance to be instructed by him again."

"That's why, stumbling and falling, we had no choice but to seek help from outside."

"Speaking of which, we have to thank Professor Jiang for the success of this project. Professor Duan Hong told me that Professor Jiang Liming helped by providing many key and good ideas during the project's progress."

Tongji Hospital and Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital have a very good relationship, and Professor Duan Hong and Professor Jiang Liming have an even closer personal relationship. Although it is not as close as the relationship between Duan Hong and Deng Yong, it is still a friendship between colleagues.

Professor Jiang Liming is not a trauma surgeon, but a hand surgeon, so he has a comprehensive understanding of the walking function of the upper and lower limbs. During the design process of the artificial intelligence prosthesis, Professor Jiang Liming provided a lot of basic materials and guidance.

"Professor Fang, you're exaggerating a bit. I did talk to Duan Hong for a while, but it wasn't anything crucial."

"The most important thing is that Professor Dong's idea is good enough and his thinking is advanced enough, and Professor Fang, your connection chain is well built and the framework is solid. At most, we are just filling the pig's stomach." Professor Jiang Liming said very modestly.

Fang Ziye hurriedly said, "Professor Jiang, if you're so modest, then I'm the one who talks the most nonsense."

"After making empty promises, they acted like they were doing nothing, taking no responsibility whatsoever."

"I'm hoping to learn more from Professor Jiang in the future," Fang Ziye said with a smile, bowing to Professor Jiang Liming.

"What to talk about?"

"Aren't you going to look for Liu Huanglong anymore?" Jiang Liming added bluntly, then looked at Professor Du Xinzhan and the others.

Liu Huanglong had something to do today and couldn't come!
Jiang Liming's words made the atmosphere slightly awkward for a moment.

Lin Yuan rolled his eyes. Fang Ziye had already said he wanted to talk to you, so why did you have to shut down the conversation?
If Fang Ziye really hesitates to talk to you because he's from this hospital, wouldn't that be a huge loss for him after all that talk?
Fang Ziye noticed the gazes of Du Xinzhan and the others, and said with a smile, "Of course we'll talk about everything."

Fang Ziye then looked at Teacher Zheng Haidong: "Teacher Zheng, I've known you the longest. You should know that I'm the kind of person who likes to ask others for advice."

"When I had surgery last year, I was very grateful for Teacher Zheng's guidance and support, which is why I am where I am today."

"Our contact has never been broken."

Zheng Haidong was much worse than Jiang Liming: "It didn't end, but it didn't really start again later."

Fang Ziye instantly became the center of attention.

A scumbag who talks big but doesn't take responsibility, he runs away after getting someone's attention.

"However, I did know Professor Fang quite early on. Professor Fang is a down-to-earth person and has contributed a lot to the development of our trauma surgery."

"More importantly, Fang Ziye is very generous and never stingy when it comes to cooperation."

"Unlike many people who hide their secrets as if they're afraid others will learn them."

"It's a pity that the ideas I came up with with Professor Fang were relatively shallow, and all the good stuff was snatched up by others." Zheng Haidong took the opportunity to speak sarcastically, thinking that Fang Ziye had something good to do, but no one expected that the Sixth Hospital of Shanghai would be involved.

Fortunately, he still considered Fang Ziye a close friend despite their age difference.

Professor Zhang Yue, who met Fang Ziye through him, is now doing very well.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately said, "Professor Zheng, you've wronged me. Although I changed my phone, our chat history is still recorded."

"You didn't think about having a proper conversation, so you can't blame me."

"What?" Zheng Haidong was taken aback, not expecting Fang Ziye to turn the tables on him first.

"Chat history." Fang Ziye pointed to the phone, meaning that Zheng Haidong could go through it himself and then chat privately.

Otherwise, with so many people from my own department here, including my two professors, I'd definitely be labeled a traitor...

The fact that Fang Ziye and Zheng Haidong were exchanging secret signals didn't seem to affect anyone's mood. Du Xinzhan and the others continued their drinking and chatting as usual.

The Sixth People's Hospital of Shanghai is a renowned orthopedic hospital. Its qualifications and experience far surpass those of Zhongnan Hospital. Even Tongji Hospital in Central China cannot be objectively compared to it.

There are many benefits to befriending such a prestigious institution, and these benefits are long-lasting and sustainable.

In a large gathering, Lin Yuan and the others couldn't easily have too many private conversations with Fang Ziye, but that's generally how it is at annual meetings.

Fang Ziye is no longer an unknown figure at Zhongnan Hospital. Now, if you want to invite Fang Ziye out alone, he will no longer be flattered. Instead, he will consider his position and the development of his unit, and bring some people along.

Therefore, the "opportunity" to be alone is also lost!
The boy has grown up and can no longer be treated like a child.

In casual drinking parties unrelated to serious matters, most people present were more adept at socializing than Fang Ziye. Even Fang Ziye's teacher, Yuan Weihong, had his own unique understanding of this... Two hours later, Professor Du Xinzhan, Professor Lin Yuan, and others acted as if they regretted that the gathering was too short, sighing and lamenting. To an outsider, it would seem as if they had truly met long-lost friends and wished they could drink three thousand cups of wine together.

In this atmosphere, the group of professors became acquainted, and then Du Xinzhan and others took turns to politely escort the professors from the Sixth Affiliated Hospital of Shanghai back to their hotel.

Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong still presented Zhang Yuancong with the gift of "senior brother".

Zhang Yuancong was Yuan Weihong's senior, so Fang Ziye addressed him as "Senior Uncle" very enthusiastically.

Halfway there, Zhang Yuancong couldn't take it anymore and complained, "Xiao Fang, you call me 'Uncle-Master' all the time, but when something good happens, you don't even think of your Uncle-Master?"

"Professor Zhou's research on nonunion treatment at Huashan Hospital, isn't that related to you, Ziye?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong offered a sarcastic explanation: "Brother Cong, let alone you, I only recently learned about this topic myself."

"Our Zhongnan Hospital has produced a spendthrift!"

Not to mention that he's not close to his senior brother, he even kept it a secret from his master, who is like me.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's expression and tone became more subdued: "Uncle-Master, Master, this issue of nonunion of bones is truly a coincidence."

"When I was at the sanatorium, I treated a patient that Professor Zhou Gongbo had previously treated, and then the patient went to Professor Zhou Gongbo for a follow-up visit."

"It was around May of this year when Professor Zhou and Professor Tian from Huashan Hospital personally visited Enshi." Fang Ziye bowed slightly.

"I dare not refuse the reward from my elders, and I will speak freely without reservation."

"At that time, our hospital was busy with many things and had a lot of priorities, so it was not good to create another distraction."

"Before this, you and Professor Zheng Haidong had actually talked to me about limb-sparing surgery."

"I thought you were already working on the follow-up. You and Teacher Zheng Haidong didn't ask any questions, so how could I have doubts?"

Yuan Weihong's vision was still blurry: "Brother Cong, what exactly did Ziye talk about with you guys?"

When Fang Ziye first mentioned the chat logs, Zhang Yuancong had thought about it carefully. Now that it's brought up again, Zhang Yuancong is almost certain that it's a continuation of limb-saving surgery.

This refers to a direction that Professor Zheng Haidong has mentioned more than once in the department: "Destructive injury is only one of the diseases that lead to amputation in orthopedic patients, but it is not the only one!"

"Ziye said that limb salvage surgery for severe crush injuries and limb salvage surgery for severe crush injuries may have similarities, but the underlying theories of limb salvage are different."

"However, Fang Ziye didn't go any deeper!"

"Professor Zheng thinks that after all, the Sixth People's Hospital of Shanghai has a certain weight in orthopedics. The main framework of the business has been set up. If we ask about every little detail of every process, it would be a bit too unprofessional."

"So we are working on it internally, but the progress is not fast because it involves basic underlying theories."

"In fact, severe crush injuries and destructive injuries are quite similar."

"Destructive injuries are centered on the location and involve complete destruction, while severe crush injuries are acute crush injuries primarily affecting soft tissue!"

“We have tried to apply the theoretical framework of limb salvage surgery to limb salvage surgery, but the results so far have been unsatisfactory. The success rate of limb salvage is higher than before, but the effect is not particularly significant.”

Yuan Weihong nodded. He was a professional himself, and after Zhang Yuancong mentioned the term "severe crush injury," he had grasped some of the basics.

If we really want to draw a comparison between devastating injuries and severe crush injuries, we can compare it to being hit with a stick and having your flesh pinched for several hours!
The latter may not cause a fracture, but it can be really painful.

Just like the pain of a broken bone is different in nature and degree from the pain of a broken piece of trash.

Yuan Weihong smiled and said, "Ziye, you're not trying to emulate Jie Han, are you? You only raise questions but never think about solving them?"

“The injury mechanisms and pathological mechanisms of crush injuries and catastrophic injuries are completely different.”

"If that's the case, we should explain it to Brother Cong and Professor Zheng as soon as possible, so as not to waste their time."

Zhang Yuancong understood Yuan Weihong's meaning and quickly shook his head: "No, no, no, Brother Wei."

"Ziye's idea is very good and feasible. It's just that we haven't found a suitable solution yet. I'm definitely not just talking nonsense."

"Actually, if I hadn't known you were busy, Ziye, I would have come to ask you a long time ago."

"Professor Zheng and the others shouldn't be disturbed; I have a very thick skin."

Zhang Yuancong explained the real reason why Zheng Haidong, who was previously courteous and unconcerned about saving face, had not bothered him this time.

It wasn't that I was too proud to ask, but I knew Fang Ziye was busy with important matters, so I didn't want to bother him with trivial things. Instead, I planned to discuss things together after things had actually progressed.

We've collaborated before; the trauma surgery department of Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital is among the top in Shanghai, and it was the first hospital to develop limb-sparing surgery for severe injuries.

Although hospitals such as Huashan Hospital, Ruijin Hospital, Renji Hospital, and Shanghai Ninth People's Hospital did not fall behind for long, Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital still had the advantage of being an early adopter. Today, the Shanghai Limb Rescue Center is affiliated with Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital.

Zhang Yuancong continued, "Currently, there are still some unfinished projects in the department, so there is no rush."

“When undertaking large-scale research projects, one still needs to have some patience.”

"If someone teaches you how to fish, you shouldn't just give up and ask for fish instead!"

Looking back at Fang Ziye's years of hard work and dedication, if Zheng Haidong, Zhang Yuancong, and others still cannot see Fang Ziye's theoretical and research capabilities, then the trauma surgery department of Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital will sooner or later be led astray by Professor Zheng Haidong.

Is what they really lacking really a few research projects from Fang Ziye?
No, they wanted to learn from and imitate Fang Ziye's way of thinking, to verify Fang Ziye's level of thinking and thinking patterns, and to strive to imitate and learn from him in the future, or even go further. That was the fundamental point.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Uncle-Master, no, no, I was just stating the facts and didn't dare to presume to teach you."

“We have always been chatting with specific people.”

Even now, Fang Ziye wouldn't dare say that he is Professor Zheng Haidong's 'teacher'!
Although Fang Ziye knew he was capable enough, he hadn't accumulated enough experience yet. If you made such a statement haphazardly, you would offend people.

To others, you're just showing off on purpose, and you're using the Sixth Affiliated Hospital of Shanghai to brag and climb the social ladder.

Fang Ziye doesn't need this kind of 'reputation,' and Zhongnan Hospital cannot currently bear this label.

After all, several years ago, Fang Ziye was able to go to the Sixth People's Hospital of Shanghai for a consultation and surgery, which was the first time that the eldest daughter of Zhongnan Hospital had ever done so.

How long has it been since?

"Hey, if we can't say it openly, can't we at least talk about it privately?" Zhang Yuancong was quite open-minded.

"However, I can't represent my current hospital. I myself came from Zhongnan Hospital, and I know many of the teachers here."

"Although Professor Zheng and the others said they didn't care, I'm not sure if they really did care."

"Anyway, Ziye, just say whatever comes to mind from now on. I'm shameless; if I meet a rich woman, I'll just say I'm hungry."

Yuan Weihong said, "Then, Brother Cong, in a place like Shanghai, don't you have to say it at least ten times a day?"

The city of Shanghai lives up to its name.

There are many wealthy men and women, and even more top-tier socialites.

She possessed all the qualities of a beautiful woman, from plump to slender.

Zhang Yuancong shook his head slightly: "I know my own worth very well."

"Is it really that bad?" Yuan Weihong glanced at Zhang Yuancong, his gaze carrying a hidden meaning.

Being a doctor in Shanghai may not make you very rich, but you can definitely build a wide network of connections.

“We still have to endure it…” Zhang Yuancong relaxed completely and spoke the truth.

Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye both remained silent.

People all over the world will tell you that ability is the most important thing, and that academic qualifications and professional titles are not important.

But once you actually come into contact with these things, you'll find that academic qualifications and professional titles are just stepping stones.

Aside from people like Fang Ziye who take the "magical" route, directly overtaking everyone else and carving out their own niche in the orthopedic field.

Most other people, who didn't get to where they are by enduring hardship?

"Even after leaving Zhang Yuancong's Sixth Hospital, he's still arrogant and domineering, but without the Sixth Hospital, Zhang Yuancong is just a nobody."

"So, Ziye, don't you know how many people are extremely envious and jealous of you?"

Fang Ziye knew he was special.

As for his own uniqueness, everyone else could only envy him, because Fang Ziye had long known that his talent was truly 'worthless'.

There are some objective facts that, with his broadened perspective, Fang Ziye has to admit: hard work is no match for fate, and fate is no match for luck.

Those who can come to Zhongnan Hospital of Wuhan University to pursue graduate studies are not necessarily exceptionally qualified, but being able to compete with so many peers and classmates certainly indicates that they are not bad.

After graduating with a master's or doctoral degree, one can do very well in a prefecture-level city hospital, and may even be the most qualified and talented in the hospital, like Su Xiao, the senior brother in Deng Yong's school.

Above that, there are geniuses like Yuan Weihong, who only emerge once every few years, excelling in both professional and scientific research, and who can thrive in Zhongnan Hospital.

But Yuan Weihong's future end will probably only be slightly better than Deng Yong's.

Even a genius like Liu Huanglong could very well reach Professor Duan Hong's level and become a nationally renowned "national champion"!
How many years does it take to produce one?
In the past ten years or so, only a handful of people from Zhongnan Hospital have pursued doctoral degrees solely through professional examinations.

Liu Huanglong, Wang Yuanqi, Fang Ziye, Lan Tianluo.

Jie Handu can only take the 'scientific research' route.

National-level experts do not consider research output and research capabilities, but only clinical skills.

This is a buildup of time at Zhongnan Hospital!
However, so far, no "national-level" professors have been produced.

Following this line of thought, let's look at Tongji Hospital, Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital, and so on...

Looking at Professor Duan Hong, Professor Zheng Haidong, Professor Zhang Yue, and others, they are truly among the top experts in trauma surgery nationwide, even for a year or several years.

This is what we call talent, or destiny.

The upper limit of effort can only be the level of an expert, and can never reach the transcendent level of a 'national champion'.

But what about fate and 'aptitude' in the face of Fang Ziye's 'opportunity'?
Fang Ziye glanced sideways at his panel and saw that he had saved nearly 260,000 knowledge points.
Others go through a lot of trouble to get one or two level 5 skills, but for Fang Ziye, it's just a matter of 0/50000 for level 5!

One knowledge point is worth over 5, and Fang Ziye can produce another fifty.

Level 6 skills are legendary abilities that only a few people might reach once every ten or even several decades, and Fang Ziye already possesses more than a dozen of them.

All level 7 skills are displayed here.

Therefore, Fang Ziye cannot use his own experiences and abilities to constrain others.

"Uncle-Master, I'm just lucky." Fang Ziye's voice was calm, without deliberately avoiding the topic or being particularly arrogant.

"But isn't fate a part of a person?"

Zhang Yuancong said, "Choices are also a part of life."

"Shanghai is a big city, but it can also be a graveyard. If an ordinary person goes in and falls into the Huangpu River and drowns, there might not even be a single bubble left."

"Let's talk about the world of orthopedics, shall we?"

"So what if you manage to become a chief physician or a professor? In Shanghai, in our trauma surgery department alone, there aren't at least fifty professors. I'll twist my head off."

"Moreover, if any of these professors or chief physicians go to another place, they will all receive this salary."

"But in Shanghai, you still have to behave yourself and there's no way to stand out."

"To be honest, Huashan Hospital is pretty good, right? Zhongshan Hospital is pretty good, right? Ruijin Hospital is pretty good too?"

"But this generation just can't seem to pull off something great."

"As the saying goes, fortune changes every year, and this year it's my turn. That's just how luck works."

"It's far more magical than the ups and downs of life." Zhang Yuancong was unusually talkative today, whether from being drunk or tired.

Perhaps it's because I've returned to my alma mater, the place where I studied, and I just want to vent freely.

Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye both understood Zhang Yuancong's meaning: so-called prestigious schools and deep-rooted traditions can only cower in the face of the emergence of a "national-level" player.

Contemporary leaders, your predecessors are all dead. You can't become great by living off past achievements.

"Brother Cong, but a solid foundation is still very important."

“These holy lands you mentioned could produce new Grandmasters at any time, while small places like ours, if we don’t accumulate enough experience, then we’re finished.” Yuan Weihong understood and reassured him.

If Fang Ziye leaves, Zhongnan Hospital will return to its ordinary state.

Perhaps I won't be as unknown as before, but for the next few years, I can only keep a low profile and live a quiet life in the martial arts world, honestly treating patients and saving lives, without thinking about anything else.

Fang Ziye, however, understood another layer of meaning and bowed slightly, saying, "Thank you, Senior Uncle, for conveying Professor Zheng's message."

Yuan Weihong was startled and glanced at Fang Ziye.

Zhang Yuancong's eyes immediately cleared of their drunkenness, darted around a few times, and then he looked at Fang Ziye with a smile, saying nothing more.

Speechless all the way.

……

After Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye escorted Zhang Yuancong to the hotel, they returned to the elevator.

Yuan Weihong then asked, "What did Professor Zheng tell you through Zhang Yuancong?"

"Tell me about your own abilities? Tell me not to get involved."

"When faced with the big picture, he can be shameless, but when it comes to the details, he wants to try his best through his own abilities."

"Like Professor Duan Hong, they appear very refined, but are actually quite proud at heart."

“Master, if I hadn’t had those few exchanges with Professor Duan, Professor Duan Hong wouldn’t have so easily invited me over for tea.”

Duan Hong is very successful throughout the country and is a true national-level expert. In fact, he has long since looked down on Hubei Province and his plans are now focused on the whole country!
Unexpectedly, Fang Ziye suddenly appeared right under his nose, not only taking away the limb-saving surgery project that he had proposed earlier, but also catching Duan Hong completely off guard in the subsequent confrontation between Fang Ziye and his team.

Professor Duan Hong was forced to change his approach.

A scholar's pride must be tempered before it can bend.

"Oh." Yuan Weihong didn't understand, but it seemed like he understood something at the same time.

Fang Ziye replied honestly, "Master, the annual meeting is over. Although I only met a few people, I really feel I benefited a lot!"

"It's good that you've benefited. Your teacher will now take care of the little monsters for you and cheer you on with '666'!" Yuan Weihong's voice was affectionate, as if he were talking to his girlfriend in love.

Fang Ziye glanced at Yuan Weihong and lowered his voice, saying, "Master has taught me so much; surely his true thoughts are more than this?"

Seeing that Yuan Weihong was about to get angry, Fang Ziye quickly changed the subject: "Master, we need to train harder!!"

"We had to get through that step."

Yuan Weihong suppressed his resentment, his voice low and somber: "And what about you? Is there really no shortcut?"

A national-level player, of course Yuan Weihong wants that, he dreams about it.

Liu Huanglong is powerful enough, right? His background is impressive enough, right? You expect him to rely on his father-in-law being an academician to act arrogantly in front of Professor Zhong Junyu?
They said they'd pin you down, Liu Huanglong, and they did.

National-level athletes will respect academicians, but they won't be afraid of you.

A specialized field cannot rely solely on academicians; rather, it is the national-level experts who form the strongest backbone.

“Hmmm…” Fang Ziye pursed his lips into a thin line, his face full of difficulty.

"Alright, I won't pressure you anymore. As long as there's hope, that's enough."

Yuan Weihong affectionately patted Fang Ziye's head: "But Ziye, if one day you find that all hope is gone, you must tell your master as soon as possible."

“Your master would rather wake up from the dream than live in illusion forever.”

Fang Ziye nodded emphatically, looking at Yuan Weihong, at his aging face, at the crow's feet that were slowly appearing, and at his increasingly prominent bald spot that was still being repaired to cover it, his gaze gradually becoming hazy.

At that moment, he thought the older man was quite handsome, because when he met Yuan Weihong, Yuan Weihong was truly young and full of vigor...

“Master, it’s not that there’s no way at all, it’s just that it will be very difficult… very, very difficult…” Fang Ziye asked hesitantly.

Yuan Weihong's expression instantly hardened, his hand slowly and stiffly raised, his eyes resolute: "You speak!"

(End of this chapter)