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Chapter 717 Separation Syndrome! (Please subscribe)

"What did you do?" After the old man was escorted away by Li Yuanpei, Yuan Weihong immediately closed the door to the room.

Fang Ziye said frankly, "Actually, I didn't do anything, Master. I just made a phone call to Grandpa Guo."

"What did they say on the phone?" Yuan Weihong certainly didn't believe that Fang Ziye had simply made a phone call to offer some advice.

“In his generation, some people have died.”

“Among his generation, there are also people who are disabled,” Fang Ziye said simply.

Apart from that, Fang Ziye did not say anything more.

Mr. Guo's illness was not caused by Yuan Weihong.

"How dare you speak to your senior like that?" Yuan Weihong understood Fang Ziye's violent persuasion approach, but how could he not be criticized for saying such a thing?
Fang Ziye grinned and said, "Master, I've seen many people who have had it worse than Old Master Guo."

"Just because he joined early, is old, or has seniority doesn't mean he can act all high and mighty."

"Just because you didn't do a good job, you have such a big temper. How are we supposed to operate normally in the future?"

"If you have to pick and choose everything and compare it over and over again, then there will be a lot of things to choose from."

Fang Ziye looked at Yuan Weihong and said with certainty, "I was in the operating room the whole time he was having surgery."

Did we do something wrong?

"Did we deliberately not do a good enough job?"

"Comparing them all, to put it bluntly, there's more than one person of his generation who died before him..."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong realized that Fang Ziye had truly matured and had developed his own style in speaking and acting.

Yuan Weihong breathed a sigh of relief: "You can't just say things like that, but you've seen a lot, so I guess you can shut the old man up."

Fang Ziye said, "Master, we are in different positions, which means we eat different meals, but we still rely on our hard work."

"This is Zhongnan Hospital, and Zhongnan Hospital serves ordinary people."

“Although this old man is just an ordinary citizen, we can’t keep serving him if he throws tantrums in any other capacity.”

"Otherwise, our work cannot proceed normally."

“There are many hospitals that are better than our Zhongnan Hospital. He has the right to choose. If he didn’t believe it, he would have stopped believing it long ago.”

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he sighed softly: "These kinds of things are bound to happen sooner or later. We should only do what we are capable of, and we don't need to follow the same path as the Putian-affiliated hospitals, right?"

Fang Ziye tried his best to be tactful and open with his master.

Fang Ziye also knew that the department was currently in a phase where individual abilities were relatively unbalanced, and Yuan Weihong might not be able to meet the extreme needs of some ultra-high-end patients.

But let me make this clear in advance, you don't have to come!

Putian-affiliated hospitals resort to using the names of various professors because they lack sufficient patients.

This is to attract more patients as "customers"!
"..."

After breakfast, while waiting for the shift handover, Fang Ziye sat at the red-lacquered oval desk in the doctor's office, examining his phone screen and looking at the service area photos sent by Lan Tianluo and Jie Han.

It truly was a scene of 'the rising sun, luxury cars, and beautiful women.'

"Do you two scoundrels have to show off like this?" Fang Ziye cursed in a voice message.

The two, who had just picked up their cars, each picked up a "beautiful woman" and sped off towards Enshi.

Jie Han's voice chuckled in the voice chat: "Senior, you were pretty 'flamboyant' when you first got your car, weren't you?"

"We're on a tiring 'commuting' journey!"

How many times have you traveled by yourself?

Jie Han made no attempt to hide his resentment.

Fang Ziye retorted, "At your age, do you think I'd have such good fortune? I went abroad and returned, and within days I was promoted to chief resident."

"I only went on vacation after I was discharged from the hospital. You only remember that I went on vacation, and you don't remember anything else, right?"

Lan Tianluo: "Of course, of course!"

"I'm handing over my shift now. You two have fun, but drive carefully." Fang Ziye was even happier to see his two junior colleagues doing better than he had when he was younger.

This means that your team is constantly developing and becoming increasingly prosperous.

If each generation is worse than the last, then we need to reflect on our actions.

Upon hearing that Fang Ziye was handing over his shift, the two stopped showing off and remained silent.

Fang Ziye also closed his phone.

Normal shift handover begins and ends normally, and normal ward rounds also begin and end normally. Fang Ziye's life is still quite "comfortable"!

Having passed the general resident stage and the attending physician stage, Fang Ziye still had a senior leader, Yuan Weihong, above him, so he had very few things to manage openly in the department.

After completing the ward rounds, I went into the operating room as usual, and I didn't need to worry about anything else.

……

The orthopedic conference is an annual event, and its opening and closing are inevitable, but on a normal day, it is just an occasional 'flash in the pan'!
After the annual meeting, whether they were in the limelight, laughing and chatting, or remaining unknown, they will all return to their respective posts, continuing to work diligently and accumulate experience for the coming year and the year after...

Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong have a very clear development plan for the current trauma surgery: to "rest and recuperate," improve the team's basic skills, and continue to build upon their clinical experience until they have mastered it and reached a relative balance in the development of trauma surgery.

"This is called being poised to unleash its power!"

“Master, I watched short videos for half an hour the day before yesterday and saw someone who gave a unique explanation of how to use the cannon in Chinese chess.”

"The purpose of a cannon is to suppress; only when it is not fired can its power be maximized."

"On the contrary, if a cannon is fired and its power is demonstrated, the cannon's effectiveness is greatly reduced, and the advantage may even be lost," Fang Ziye said.

Yuan Weihong nodded, stood up, turned around and tore off a page from the calendar: "12.11", Wednesday.

"In twenty days, my trial period as the head of the ward will expire."

"Finally, I can get rid of this awkward, awful place." Yuan Weihong touched his hair, rubbing it rhythmically.

Fang Ziye poured Yuan Weihong a cup of hot tea, pushed it over, and then went to get the watering can to water the green ivy and the newly arrived potted plants by the window: "Master, this is fine too."

"I've been here, experienced it, and perhaps felt it lacked something!~"

"Then next time, I'll be more composed."

"Given Professor Gong's abilities, it would be unreasonable to not assign him a ward director."

Yuan Weihong turned around, sat down, and picked up his teacup: "Yes! It doesn't make sense."

"Teacher Gong is fifty-three years old this year. Although his physical functions may not be at their peak, his surgical skills, temperature control, teaching ability, administrative ability, etc. are all at their peak."

"In order to retain Professor Gong Jiahe, Dean Wang Xinghuan gave Professor Qian Zhong his position as the head of the surgical administration department, and Professor Qian Zhong also gave it up."

“If I continue to shamelessly stay here, then I’d really be shameless,” Yuan Weihong said.

Actually, with Fang Ziye around, Yuan Weihong wasn't entirely insecure about his position; it's just that he needed to rely on someone to maintain it.

Professor Miyake, on the other hand, can sit back and relax effortlessly.

“Master, Professor Gong Jiahe is straightforward and honest, and also a very easy person to get along with.”

"Even if Professor Gong's ideas and approaches differ from our expectations, we don't need to worry too much."

"Professor Gong won't be focusing his attention on our hospital," Fang Ziye advised.

Although Gong Jiahe is easy to get along with, he will not give anyone face when he gets angry.

Once December is over, the new year will begin. After the new year, Fang Ziye will have to go to the new hospital campus to take charge of a department. At that time, Yuan Weihong will have to continue to follow the Gong family.

Yuan Weihong's eyelids twitched rapidly as he asked, "Ziye, Professor Gong said that he was almost forty-seven years old before he finally broke through that threshold."

"Is it really that hard to break through this thin layer of paper?"

Yuan Weihong reasoned that Professor Gong's qualifications were definitely no less than his own!

Yuan Weihong himself only took ten years to go from having nothing to being well-connected, but it would take another ten years to take another step forward from being well-connected.
Ever since Professor Gong Jiahe came to Zhongnan Hospital, Yuan Weihong has been obsessed with that thin veil of secrecy, even to the point of being deluded.

"Master, it's still early."

"How old are you? Only thirty-seven years old, which is not even the prime of a surgeon's career."

"Take it slow." This wasn't the first time Fang Ziye had encouraged him, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

“If you’re not thinking about competing with Professor Liu Huanglong in terms of the speed of your professional title advancement, your current level is much higher than his at his age.”

In recent days, through training and seclusion, Yuan Weihong has improved several basic skills and specialized basic skills to the expert level. Now, Yuan Weihong's basic skills are as solid as an iron barrel.

"That's true."

Yuan Weihong then asked, "You always say that the Gong family and Professor Gong's final destination is neither our hospital nor Hubei Province, so where exactly could he be?"

Fang Ziye replied, "Master, if you had asked me this question a few months ago, I certainly wouldn't have been able to answer it properly."

"But recently, I've been privately inquiring about some rumors about the level of national-level athletes. They're certainly not accurate, but they do have some merit."

"What description?" Yuan Weihong's eyes gleamed.

"The classification of national-level athletes can be roughly divided into several levels. For example, the 'general national-level' level is equivalent to the treatment of national-level athletes, but they have not yet reached that level, although they have the potential to do so."

"My mentor, Professor Deng Yong, has barely managed to be pulled into this circle. Most of the well-known professors and experts in China are in this circle, both large and small."

"There are fifty in the large circle and twenty in the small circle. Generally speaking, if a professor can really go further, they usually come from this circle. There are one or two in a province, and some provinces don't have any."

"Then there are the junior national level, such as Professor Duan Hong. The key skills they have improved are not the core basic skills of trauma surgery."

Fang Ziye stopped there.

"What about the national champion level?" Yuan Weihong continued to ask.

“There is no upper limit,” Fang Ziye said.

Currently, the discussion in the circle is about the essential difference between junior national-level and senior national-level players, which lies in whether or not they have broken through to the national-level level in terms of core basic skills.

From Fang Ziye's perspective, a true master should have mastered three basic skills to be barely adequate.

Otherwise, they're all just 'youth versions'!
For example, in trauma surgery, if one's debridement, hemostasis, and incision skills are not at the national level, can one still be called a national master?

However, even someone with special abilities cannot easily define or change a circle, or disturb the minds of others.

No matter how capable Fang Ziye is, he's still just one person.

For many of his ideas to come to fruition, he needs the help and participation of others, and these participants are real-life like-minded people.

"Alright... I won't be too ambitious and ask about these things."

"Damn it, I'm your master, why is the word 'ambitious and unrealistic' being used against me?" Yuan Weihong was furious and stood up to pat Fang Ziye on the back of the head.

"No rebellious streak, huh?"

He touched the back of his head again, still suspicious...

Fang Ziye remained silent, put down the showerhead, and then sat down to drink tea with Yuan Weihong. This time in the morning before shift change was the most relaxing time for the two of them.

At other times, Yuan Weihong needs to practice basic operations, find cadavers to practice anatomy, read books, study, and mentor students.

At other times, Fang Ziye is busy with research projects, teaching, scientific research, and contacting other research groups.

"Liao Jia is gone?" Yuan Weihong suddenly asked.

Fang Ziye nodded frankly: "He's gone. He's a free man; we can't keep him."

"They left yesterday, and their luggage was completely packed away."

Yuan Weihong sighed, "What a talent! To leave as soon as possible, he worked almost non-stop, and finished designing so many models in less than a month!"

"Have you paid the money?"

Fang Ziye said, "Of course. Our friendship hasn't ended, and we can't ruin our character. The money has definitely been given, but whether Professor Liao Jia will approve of it is another matter."

"Anyway, he didn't even look at it."

"I paid for it myself."

When Liao Jia was about to leave, Fang Ziye gave him a swift and decisive move, taking out his own savings and transferring all the land he could give her in advance.

"Is it a pity?" Yuan Weihong asked.

In the past few days, Fang Ziye has neither expressed his opinion nor lost his temper, which actually makes him a little worried.

However, Yuan Weihong takes this kind of thing in stride; everyone has their own choices.

Among the undergraduate, seven-year and eight-year students at Seoul National University, there are many outstanding talents. Some orthopedic professors took a liking to them, but the students ran away.

It's perfectly normal for them to go to other vocational colleges or other schools.

Just because I admire you doesn't mean you have to be admired by me and become my disciple.

For example, during one's youth, one will more or less encounter several members of the opposite sex whom one admires, but just because I admire you does not mean that you must belong to me.

"It's a pity, but everyone has their own ambitions."

"Professor Liao Jia said when he came that he might pack up his bucket and run away at any time."

"It was agreed beforehand!" Fang Ziye was naturally heartbroken.

The team is missing Liao Jia; it's truly like losing a super general.

Having not had much contact with them before, Fang Ziye would have thought that Liao Jia and Nie Mingxian were equally talented, but now, looking back, Liao Jia's talent was probably a little higher than Nie Mingxian's.

He usually treats work as a joke.

Given Nie Mingxian's level of talent, anyone with slightly higher talent would be at a level that might be impossible to surpass in a lifetime due to a lack of opportunity.

At times, 99 and 100 are fundamentally different.

"It's good that this didn't affect your mood too much. Everyone has regrets!"

"The universe is both square and round, but it may revolve around each individual as the center."

"These kinds of things may happen again in the future. People come and go, and the flow of people is just the norm in life."

Fang Ziye nodded and said, "Yes, Master, so now I understand Professor Li Guohua and the others' feelings a little better."

"If it were me, I might have bullied Teacher Deng even more harshly the year before last."

"My classmate Song Yi might even be a contender for first prize next year."

Song Yi was in the same year as Fang Ziye and they both participated in the "High-Precision Technology Special Assessment" and passed.

However, unlike his senior brother Wang Yuanqi, who was able to pass the special assessment because he met the requirements, Song Yi passed because Zhongnan Hospital only set this requirement. If there were other requirements, he could have met them as well.

Now, after three more years of experience, his progress has been remarkable.

"However, I also asked Professor Wei Junqiang, Song Yi's teacher!"

“He said that when Song Yi was at Kyoto University Third Hospital, his potential wasn’t this high. Perhaps his time at Zhongnan Hospital caused his potential to explode,” Fang Ziye explained.

Yuan Weihong said, "That's for sure. If Song Yi's talent really was that high, Professor Wei Junqiang of Kyoto University Third Hospital wouldn't have let Song Yi leave."

"Now that Song Yi has grown to the point where we won't let him leave easily."

"Professor Duan Hong is really lucky."

"The team is full of talented people."

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "Master, it can't always be just our hospital that's lucky. Any hospital with a bit of strength in orthopedics can recruit very qualified people."

At this point, Fang Ziye's phone suddenly flashed.

Fang Ziye didn't hesitate to pick it up and look at it, then his expression changed drastically: "Fang Ziye, do you have time to come out for breakfast?"

"My flight is at 11 o'clock, so I plan to fly to Europe after I finish eating."

"Who is it? Tingzhu?" Yuan Weihong was startled when he saw Fang Ziye's sudden change in expression.

"Liao Jia. He asked me to have breakfast. He hasn't left Hubei Province yet?" Fang Ziye replied, slightly taken aback.

Yuan Weihong's eyes darted around a few times: "I can postpone the surgery until 9:30 when the stage officially opens."

"Since my friends have invited me, I should still give them a gift."

"We are doctors, but we are also human beings."

Yuan Weihong knew that Fang Ziye was a person who valued his work very much.

With surgery scheduled today, Fang Ziye couldn't afford to act recklessly. However, slightly delaying the start time was the only opportunity Yuan Weihong could give Fang Ziye.

"Master, I'll try to get back before nine o'clock." Fang Ziye didn't hesitate.

Surgical staff also make rounds.

The shift handover is at 8 o'clock, and sometimes it takes 20 minutes. Rounds take more than 20 minutes, and preparing for disinfection and draping after leaving the operating room also takes 20 to 30 minutes.

The show officially started at 9:10, which is a very standard schedule.

I only missed the shift handover and ward rounds; it didn't affect the surgery or the patient.

Yuan Weihong did not reply, meaning that Fang Ziye should arrange the time himself.

……

Cai Lin Ji on Zhongnan Road.

"Brother Liao!" Fang Ziye saw Liao Jia eating soup noodles, with a bowl of stir-fried hot dry noodles next to him.

Fang Ziye sat down and brought over the bowl.

"Hey, I've already eaten this bowl. I just couldn't get used to it, so I ordered another one. Why don't you order another bowl yourself?" Liao Jia stopped him.

"I'll just change the chopsticks!" Fang Ziye continued stirring.

Although he had already eaten breakfast and the noodles were a bit soggy, Fang Ziye didn't complain.

It's not that he can't afford it, he just feels it's a waste, and besides, he's not here just to eat some noodles.

"Brother Liao, I thought you had left a long time ago!" Fang Ziye said with a smile after stirring it again.

"I left, but I came back."

"I arrived in Shanghai last night and was about to take off when I received the message, so I rushed over," Liao Jia said.

Fang Ziye frowned slightly. He didn't send a message to Liao Jia, nor was he so conflicted.

"The message that Xiang Cai sent you?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Yes, this is a good time to make a decision." "I just finished last night and I'm preparing to go abroad today. After thinking it over, I decided to invite you to breakfast."

"I thought Professor Fang would be too busy to find the time," Liao Jia said casually.

"A decision? What kind of decision?" Fang Ziye was unsure what Liao Jia had done.

"What else is there to be decisive about? Delete their phone number and block them face-to-face, delete them as a friend on WeChat, block them, and never contact them again!" Liao Jia said with great satisfaction.

"Why don't you just delete it unilaterally? Why waste the money?" Fang Ziye muttered.

"Haha, you don't understand, this is called venting your anger."

Liao Jia felt great and happy. So she felt that the travel expenses for changing her flight were well worth it: "Fang Ziye, to be honest, my time in Enshi was actually quite fulfilling and enjoyable."

"Thank you for showing me what academic prosperity is all about."

Liao Jia spoke very politely, but his tone was very conventional, and he did not raise a glass or make any grand pronouncements.

"Brother Liao, you're not planning to go abroad and not come back, are you?" Fang Ziye was stunned when he heard Liao Jia say this.

"I don't know, and I haven't planned it out yet."

"Maybe this time when I go abroad, I'll find a rich foreign woman to settle down with?"

"Who knows, maybe I'll find a job after I go abroad and get a green card?" Liao Jia said more casually.

"Then I hope you have a good time, Brother Liao." Fang Ziye didn't try to dissuade him.

Liao Jia was pleased to see Fang Ziye so carefree, and didn't ask why Fang Ziye didn't try to persuade him: "Then I wish Professor Fang a bright future and that you will reach the top soon."

……

"Brother Liao, how about I take you to the airport?" Fang Ziye asked as they left the noodle shop.

"You haven't even driven the car yet, and you've already made your decision."

“You’re not just Professor Fang, you’re also Chief Physician Fang. You have your own things to do.”

"Going to the airport is the same as going to the airport, right? Bye-bye." Liao Jia waved his hand and hailed a taxi.

As the taxi drew closer, Liao Jia got in.

He didn't even take his luggage.

I bet they didn't even cancel their hotel reservations in Shanghai, and just casually came to Wuhan...

On the way back, Fang Ziye felt a little anxious, but he still resisted the urge to send a message to Liao Jia. After rushing back, he went straight into the operating room.

However, as soon as Fang Ziye entered the operating room, he noticed that the atmosphere around everyone was a bit off.

Yuan Weihong sat under the operating room timer panel, expressionless, his eyes vacant!
His gaze flickered briefly as I entered the room, but that was all.

Fang Ziye glanced at the time on the operating room's timer panel; it was only 08:58!

I returned twelve minutes earlier than expected.

Li Yuanpei looked back as he walked over and whispered in Fang Ziye's ear, "Professor Peng Long has submitted his resignation."

Fang Ziye was taken aback upon hearing this and looked at Li Yuanpei.

"It was delivered to Professor Yuan's OA system at eight o'clock in the morning. After consulting with Associate Professor Peng Long, Professor Yuan personally signed his name," Li Yuanpei said.

"Did Teacher Peng give a specific reason?" Fang Ziye asked.

“The Second Affiliated Hospital of Zhejiang University,” Li Yuanpei said.

Okay, Associate Professor Peng Long is going to switch jobs and go to a better institution, where he may have better career prospects.

Of course, Fang Ziye wasn't that naive. He walked towards his teacher and sat down on the round steel stool next to Yuan Weihong. The stool wasn't stable, so Fang Ziye used his glutes to rotate it twice before finally fixing the disc in place.

"Master."

Yuan Weihong tilted his head slightly and spoke first: "Peng Long's matter has nothing to do with you."

Fang Ziye wasn't concerned about that: "Didn't Teacher Peng mention any other reasons?"

“I already said. It has nothing to do with you, but it has to do with me.” Yuan Weihong was very frank and straightforward.

Each associate degree program has very few openings for full professorships, but the competition is fierce!

Peng Long is already forty-two years old.

In terms of seniority, he should have been promoted first, but in terms of other accumulated experience, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan was promoted from the Department of Trauma Surgery.

After Xie Jinyuan is promoted, Yuan Weihong will start arranging the first echelon again.

There's also Fang Ziye.

There are only a handful of promotion slots for associate professor and professor in orthopedics each year!
Fang Ziye lowered his voice: "Is it possible to get one more?"

What if there's not enough meat in the bowl? Go grab some from the cafeteria.

If the canteen doesn't have enough meat, the hospital has to go to the market to buy it! They have to get it from other hospitals in the province.

Orthopedics is the bowl, Zhongnan Hospital is the canteen, and Hubei Province is the vegetable market.

"It's too late," Yuan Weihong said.

"Peng Long will officially start work in February!"

“He has already followed all the procedures at our hospital. He is an associate professor and was notified a month and a half in advance. There was not much penalty for breach of contract.”

"Sigh!" Fang Ziye sighed.

There's nothing we can do about it.

This kind of thing will happen frequently in the future.

There are many attending physicians in the department now, but the number of associate senior physicians promoted each year is limited.

Not only might Peng Long leave, but if Zhang Zixi and others don't get promoted, they might also run away.

This is one of the reasons why the number of people with higher professional titles has been narrowed down in this hospital.

"Isn't there already a branch campus? Why is Professor Peng in such a hurry?" Fang Ziye said in a low voice.

There aren't enough spots, that's a reality, but aren't we already trying to find ways to grab them?

Two hospital campuses, two wards, and a trauma center—there are plenty of senior positions available in trauma surgery!
"Then don't rush to get promoted," Yuan Weihong said.

Fang Ziye nodded: "I can."

Fang Ziye wasn't in a hurry to be promoted to senior professional. The difference between associate senior professional and senior professional is only in terms of treatment, not in terms of authority.

Fang Ziye's main income doesn't come from the senior professional titles in his department.

"If you can do it, but others think you can't, it doesn't matter."

"Take it easy, focus on the surgery..." Yuan Weihong said.

Everyone has his own ambitions.

Fang Ziye didn't say anything more!
However, when Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong arrived at the department after the surgery that day, they saw Professor Deng Yong and Professor Han Yuanxiao.

Professor Han Yuanxiao originally planned to return in December, but to be on the safe side, to give Yuan Weihong face, and to give himself a buffer period, he plans to join the department in January next year, after Professor Gong Jiahe takes over as the ward director.

But today, the two of them appeared in the department at the same time!

Associate Professor Peng Long had previously worked with Han Yuanxiao, so upon seeing the two of them, Peng Long wasn't particularly nervous and instead greeted them very warmly.

Yuan Weihong, who was next to Fang Ziye, did not pretend to run away. After seeing the two professors, he also moved closer.

Fang Ziye then stood still for a moment.

"Fang Ziye, don't just stand there!" Deng Yong turned and glanced at Fang Ziye, and the group stepped aside and walked into the director's office.

Fang Ziye followed, and after entering the room, Fang Ziye, being the least senior person, began to boil water and pour tea.

After Han Yuanxiao closed the door, Deng Yong's cursing began: "I say, Peng Long, you're already so old, how could you fall for such a scheme?"

"Can't you see that they're all after Fang Ziye?"

Peng Long said in a low voice, "Teacher Deng, Teacher Han, I didn't think that much about it at first."

"Besides, isn't leaving a job and changing employers a perfectly normal thing?"

Deng Yong knocked on the door: "That's normal. We're not going to take care of you now. You'll have to fend for yourself. Can you even handle that?"

"Is being the deputy director of the Department of Trauma Surgery at the Second Affiliated Hospital of Zhejiang University so easy?"

"Why don't you just go and be open about it?"

Fang Ziye was getting water and didn't know much about these things yet. Han Yuanxiao, after closing the door, came to Fang Ziye's side and whispered a few words.

Fang Ziye's expression turned stern.

The Second Affiliated Hospital of Zhejiang University already had a comprehensive trauma center, and it was developing very rapidly.

Recently, they have been planning to establish a limb-saving center and have Peng Long go there to lead the center.

The contract is fine, and the benefits are quite good.

If Peng Long performs well, he can be promoted to senior professional title as soon as possible in the first tier, with all the necessary conveniences provided.

However, there is a prerequisite: Peng Long must do a very good job.

Before the annual meeting last month, someone had already contacted Peng Long. Around the time of the annual meeting, Peng Long finalized the terms with the people from the Second Affiliated Hospital of Zhejiang University.

Recently, after Peng Long started considering resigning, people from the other side came to sound him out again, asking if he could swindle Fang Ziye away.

Peng Long said that it was definitely impossible to abduct them, and the other party then said, "If it's impossible to abduct them, you might not be able to handle the limb preservation center."

Nominally a limb preservation center, it is actually a place built by the Second Hospital that resembles a ward for high-ranking officials and has little direct connection with emergency trauma.

However, the other party still gave Peng Long some buffer time.

The contract was signed, but it always includes a clause stating that if a person is unable to perform their duties due to personal ability issues, the employer may unilaterally terminate the contract.

Even with the "talent introduction" program, this remains the case.

Peng Long is now in an awkward position.

There's nothing wrong with having a limb-sparing center, and there's nothing wrong with performing limb-sparing surgeries, but the nature of the limb-sparing center is not something Peng Long can decide unilaterally.

Peng Long said calmly, "Teacher Deng, Teacher Han, it's okay. Even if I was tricked and eliminated, it's my own fault."

As an adult, Peng Long is of course responsible for his choices and actions.

If he can't handle it, and ends up being "exiled" as a free man, that's Peng Long's own fault.

Deng Yong grinned and said, "Yeah, right? You, Peng Long, are so dashing and you leave with such style."

"Have you thought about what will happen to our department and your team if you leave?"

Deng Yong, the current head of the Department of Orthopedics, has completed the handover. Although he did not take up a position in the Department of Trauma Surgery, but instead went to the Department of Bone Diseases to work under Liu Huanglong, he also took charge of personnel matters.

The resignation approval process requires the signatures of the ward's administrative director, the head of the specialty administrative department, and the head of the surgical department.

The current head of the surgical administration is Professor Miyake.

Therefore, Deng Yong also received the OA message.

Peng Long had already considered this issue: "Professor Deng, Professor Han, our hospital is full of talented people, but my personal abilities are just average."

"Even if they leave, it won't have any impact on the department."

Deng Yong retorted, "Are you deaf? Are we the ones trying to demolish our home?"

"Going to this limb preservation center is like sending yourself to your death."

"Now, you either breach the contract, or you take people with you, or you lose your job and have to find another one."

"But you definitely can't take the person with you; you're not qualified!"

"What's wrong? Can't I even apologize now?!" Deng Yong had made his point very clear.

Let's accept this loss and pay some money, okay?
Although your departure, Peng Long, will not have a significant impact on the Department of Trauma Surgery, it will have a considerable impact on your team. Finding someone with your equivalent abilities will be quite a challenge.

Deng Yong has already provided a way out; whether Peng Long accepts it or not is up to him.

Peng Long lowered his head for a moment, seemingly hesitant and wavering, but still shook his head firmly: "Director Deng, Director Han, I understand what you mean."

"However, I will bear the consequences of the trouble I caused myself."

"No need for the department to put in any effort."

Rather than continue wasting time, Peng Long was determined to go out and take a gamble.

Anyway, he has the skills to back him up. Even if he can't get into the limb-sparing center at the Second Affiliated Hospital of Zhejiang University, he can still find a good place to perform limb-sparing surgery and functional reconstruction surgery for limb injuries, so he won't end up not being able to find a job.

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong's expression gradually calmed down.

Peng Long's attitude was firm, so this wasn't a matter of others tricking him; it was Peng Long himself who felt that his career prospects were limited by staying at Zhongnan Hospital.

This is completely contrary to the seemingly thriving state of the Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital.

"Okay!~"

"Since you've made up your mind, I won't try to persuade you anymore."

"I wish Professor Peng all the best for the future." Deng Yong clasped his hands together, took a deep breath, and squinted his eyes.

"You don't need to pay the breach of contract fee for our hospital. I'll go to the personnel department and talk to them," Deng Yong said.

"Thank you, Teacher Deng." Peng Long pushed open the door and came out.

Han Yuanxiao hurriedly followed him out.

This was one of his old protégés, and since he was suddenly leaving, as the professor who originally led the group, he had to go and offer his condolences.

After the two left, Deng Yong sat down, pressed his brow, and felt inexplicably irritable.

About half a minute later, Yuan Weihong whispered to Fang Ziye, "Tang Yi also resigned last month!"

"Really?" Fang Ziye was surprised.

Associate Professor Tang Yi has been the teaching director of orthopedics for the past few years! He is a promising young doctor in joint surgery who will soon be promoted to chief physician, and his influence is no less than that of Yuan Weihong in trauma surgery.

Professor Du Xinzhan attached great importance to him.

Since it involved personnel from other specialties, Fang Ziye naturally couldn't pay such thorough attention. Besides, Fang Ziye wasn't someone who had nothing better to do than wait for gossip to surface every day.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Tang Yi went to the Provincial People's Hospital and will take up his post at the end of this month." Yuan Weihong's tone was expressionless.

Fang Ziye was taken aback and asked, "Master, is this some kind of difficult problem that Teacher Du has given you?"

Fang Ziye had heard that during the transition between old and new directors, the senior director might give the incoming director a hard time, so he decided to leave some free lessons during the handover.

First it was Tang Yi, and now it's Peng Long. Will there be resignation procedures for orthopedics and sports medicine specialists in a couple of days?

Deng Yong shook his head: "This has nothing to do with Director Du."

"This is an inevitable situation that will arise during the transition from specialized education to vocational training."

“Anyone with real ability would not be content to be subordinate to someone else. Tang Yi probably saw that the joint surgery department would not be able to take over the baton for the next ten years or so, so he was unwilling to stay.”

"This kind of alternation is actually like scraping the bone and cutting the flesh, and transplanting it. It has been like this since ancient times."

The word "sentiment" is the cheapest thing.

Ultimately, a job is just a job, a way to make a living.

The most fundamental sentiment is to heal the sick and save lives; wherever I work, it is all about healing the sick and saving lives.

Without this fundamental principle, all other sentiments are worthless.

Deng Yong added, "This developmental separation syndrome has always been a pain point and a difficult problem. The only way to solve it is to let time heal or to fill the gaps through chance."

Deng Yong glanced at Fang Ziye and said with a smile, "Of course, it's not your fault."

Fang Ziye immediately understood the deepest meaning behind Deng Yong's words.

Oh fine!

Tang Kai's departure might indeed be inextricably linked to himself.

At Zhongnan Hospital, Fang Ziye, working in the Department of Trauma Surgery, has taken off from his current position.

In the field of orthopedics, things have taken off even faster.

In hand surgery, Liu Huanglong is a master craftsman, capable of living off his past achievements for over twenty years.

In the field of sports medicine, Fang Ziye also submitted some new research projects, namely the joint surgery department where Professor Du Xinzhan previously worked. Fang Ziye did not contribute anything.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that in the coming decades, the subspecialty structures of orthopedics will shift.

You have output, but if your output is less than others, that is the original sin!

If development is not fast enough, it is regression.

Better to be a big fish in a small pond than a small fish in a big pond!
Peng Long's departure was a case of dissociative syndrome within the specialty department; Tang Yi's departure was a case of dissociative syndrome within the orthopedics department...

If Deng Yong hadn't taken the position of director, then even if Tang Yi had left, Fang Ziye might not have realized it for a long time.

But now that Deng Yong was here, Fang Ziye learned the news immediately.

Fang Ziye then asked, "Master, before this, the number of people resigning from our orthopedics department wasn't this high, was it?"

"I remember one of the teachers in the orthopedics department resigned."

How could the staffing quota of Zhongnan Hospital be given up so easily? Especially for senior attending physicians and associate professors, who are the backbone of their respective specialties.

Deng Yong said, "Don't you ever think about how old you are?"

"Nezha's havoc in the sea only lasted for one day!"

Fang Ziye: "..."

Deng Yong then added, "But there's no need to be so worried. When someone leaves, someone else comes."

"There must be quite a few good students who came here because of your reputation. Since you're in Han City, the doctoral and master's exams have been scheduled together this year!"

"Come over in February and take a good look. You'd better not miss the opportunity."

(End of this chapter)