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On the way, Professor Zeng Duoqin glanced at Fang Ziye and said with a smile, "Professor Fang, do you believe it or not? Your appointments today will be 100% full?"

"Probably not? The registration slots only open at eight o'clock," Fang Ziye said with a smile.

"Look at this," Zeng Duoqin said with a confident smirk.

Fang Ziye picked it up and saw that the 50/50 number had indeed been cleared.

Only then did Fang Ziye, a man with a family to support, finally manage a slight smile...

Meanwhile, in the WeChat group, Dean Liao of the new hospital was still sending a message reminding everyone: "Please make sure that all attending professors pay attention to the quality of their consultations. Do not admit patients indiscriminately just for the sake of ward occupancy rates, surgical volume, or inpatient volume."

"We must maintain stability first, and then seek progress."

"Within the first year of the new hospital campus, each specialty will only have its bed occupancy rate counted, and there will be no requirements for hospitalization rates or other related factors."

"We must keep in mind Dean Wang's requirements and ensure the healthy development of the new campus..."

Zeng Duoqin sighed, "Indeed, the new generation surpasses the old, and the old generation is swept away on the beach. We're all getting old."

Fang Ziye also checked Professor Zeng Duoqin's appointment count, which was only 20 out of 50!

Fang Ziye explained, "Teacher Zeng, this is your true reputation. I've only taken a shortcut by taking a detour."

"Currently, I'm staying afloat thanks to other people's curiosity. If functional reconstruction surgery had developed to the scale of orthopedic departments today, very few people would come to me."

Zeng Duoqin, being both a professional in the field and a member of the hospital, knew more about the intrigue: "That's not necessarily true. If someone is truly knowledgeable, they might recommend a relative to see a professor, but they might not necessarily recommend that they get an appointment with a doctor."

"I'm off to the clinic."

Zeng Duoqin and Fang Ziye quickened their pace and headed straight for the surgical clinic in the outpatient building.

The new hospital campus has just opened, and there are quite a few outpatient doctors on duty.

Some of the hospital's renowned doctors will open a one-day clinic at the new hospital campus to divert some patients and also to make more appointments available for those who cannot get one.

This would naturally increase the workload for clinicians, but for the sake of the new hospital's development, not many professors refused.

For example, Professor Du Xinzhan and Professor Wang Xinghuan from the Department of Orthopedics, and Professor Dou Qianmiao from the Department of Neurosurgery, will all be holding half-day consultations at the new hospital this afternoon…

When Fang Ziye entered the surgical clinic area, he found that there were very few patients on the floor, only two or three people.

Most of them are triage nurses and nurses in charge of queuing order.

There aren't many consultation rooms in the orthopedic outpatient clinic. Right now, the triage nurse is still calling out numbers: "Are doctors number 1 through 10 for orthopedic specialists Fang Ziye and Zeng Duoqin?"

Are orthopedic surgeons Fang Ziye and Professor Zeng Duoqin's patients number 1 through 10 available?

There were hardly any people on the floor to begin with, so naturally no one responded to her.

"Professor Zeng, Professor Fang..." The nurse recognized Fang Ziye and Zeng Duoqin and quickly greeted them when she saw them coming over. Then she waved her hand and said, "No one is coming for now."

Zeng Duoqin nodded: "It's normal. They only start issuing numbers at eight o'clock. It's lucky if someone manages to get a number. People who live nearby may not be able to get a number in the morning, and even if they do get a number, they can't teleport over immediately."

"Is there a place to get hot water here?" Zeng Duoqin asked, carrying a shoulder bag containing his three-piece bedding set for his clinic hours.

Fang Ziye only brought a thermos; he didn't brew any goji berries or tea.

"Yes, they're available in the outpatient clinic!" the triage nurse explained, gesturing with her hand.

Fang Ziye then said, "Miss, when my patients arrive later, if there aren't too many of them, whether it's a morning appointment or an afternoon appointment, just let them come in directly."

"If more than five people come, they will start queuing according to the registration order of morning and afternoon."

"Thanks for your hard work."

The triage nurse looked younger than Fang Ziye, probably around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Although she was already "mature," she was still four or five years younger than Fang Ziye.

“Okay, Professor Fang.” The triage nurse nodded vigorously.

There's just a little devil stirring in my heart—

Those few sluts were right, Professor Fang is so tall and handsome, has such a great presence, is so accomplished at such a young age, and is so rich...

It's a pity that Professor Fang has a girlfriend, and it's even more of a pity that Professor Fang's girlfriend is exceptionally beautiful, and it's a real shame that Professor Fang's girlfriend is both talented and beautiful.

Fang Ziye was already used to the girls' gazes following him, so he walked steadily toward the clinic, turning his head to say, "Teacher Zeng, let's have lunch together nearby."

"We'll see. If time doesn't allow, we can order takeout together or go out for dinner tonight," Zeng Duoqin replied.

The outpatient system has just opened, and there aren't many people coming for treatment. Even if someone manages to get an appointment on the spot, they might not necessarily choose the orthopedics department.

Fang Ziye sat and waited for a while, but no patients came up, so he went to Professor Zeng Duoqin's consultation room.

Although the outpatient building is newly built, precisely because it is newly built, there is an ample supply of disposable water cups in the consultation rooms.

Fang Ziye took a disposable cup and asked for a cup of tea: "Teacher Zeng, where did you buy this tea? The taste is both light and rich."

"Could you give me a channel?"

“Okay! I’ll recommend it to you.” Zeng Duoqin immediately picked up her phone and started searching.

Professor Zeng Duoqin usually buys tea through acquaintances and doesn't buy it online.

However, just as the two were handing out business cards and introducing Fang Ziye to tea merchants Zeng Duoqin knew, someone knocked on the door.

"Excuse me? Is this the orthopedic clinic?" A girl who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old knocked lightly on the door.

Fang Ziye looked up upon hearing this and noticed that the other person appeared unusually nervous and shy.

He immediately put away his phone, stood up, and said, "This is the orthopedic clinic. Are you looking for Professor Zeng? Please come in."

The girl instinctively assumed that Fang Ziye was Professor Zeng Duoqin's assistant. As she walked in, she was carrying a bag of X-ray films from the school hospital: "I'm looking for Professor Zeng."

"Professor Zeng, I only managed to get an appointment for around 11:00, but I study nearby, so I rushed over. They all said I could come in for the consultation first..." The girl's logical explanation was quite clear.

Zeng Duoqin asked, "What's your name? Where do you feel unwell?"

"My name is Le Yuan. Le means happy, and Yuan means the Yuan River. I registered for the 11:35 AM appointment." Le Yuan introduced herself.

“I didn’t feel unwell at first. In November, the school gym had a discount, so I got a membership. After working out for half a month, I found that my knees were very painful, so I went to the school hospital for a checkup.”

At this point, Le Yuan suddenly looked aggrieved, her eyes glistening with tears: "After the X-ray, the doctor at the school clinic said I might have a lump..."

"I had my checkup on December 30th. I couldn't get an appointment on the 31st, and the hospital was closed on the 1st. I couldn't get an appointment for the 2nd either. My classmate told me that a new hospital had opened here, and I might be able to get an appointment there..."

"I?"

At eighteen or nineteen years old, they should be in their first or second year of college. They work out for health and to maintain their figure. Being able to go to the gym shows that they have a certain degree of self-discipline and high expectations for themselves.

If you suddenly find a lump in a medical examination, you'd definitely feel like the sky is falling.

Fang Ziye had already taken on the role of "assistant" and pulled out her school hospital medical records and X-ray films from the film bag.

After handing the medical record and CT scan to Professor Zeng Duoqin, he took the X-ray film of his right knee joint and looked at it with the viewer.

Upon closer inspection, the solar radiation pattern on the X-ray was exceptionally typical. If his junior colleagues and students were present, Fang Ziye would certainly have them carefully examine this typical osteosarcoma X-ray image.

“Osteosarcoma!” Fang Ziye conveyed his preliminary diagnosis to Professor Zeng Duoqin in a rather veiled manner.

Zeng Duoqin naturally recognized this classic imaging sign at a glance.

To Fang Ziye's surprise, the girl could understand such professional English words. His face turned pale instantly, and his body began to tremble slightly.

He started feeling around in the pocket of his down jacket with his right hand, seemingly hesitating whether to take out his phone and call his parents.

Seeing this, Fang Ziye asked, "What do you study? Can you understand this?"

Le Yuan's voice immediately cracked, and she stopped pretending: "Doctor, I'm from Huazhong University of Science and Technology. The doctor at our university hospital suggested that I come to Zhongnan Hospital to see Professor Fang."

"But I couldn't get an appointment with Professor Fang. The doctor said that Professor Fang would be relatively more skilled at treating this kind of thing. He didn't recommend me to Tongji Hospital."

Le Yuan thought she was hiding something and that it would make Fang Ziye and Zeng Duoqin nervous, but in fact the two had already figured out that Le Yuan definitely knew the diagnosis.

As a university student, the university hospital serves the students and faculty of the university. It is more "leisurely" and patient than the doctors in the teaching hospital, so it will definitely tell Le Yuan more.

The film bag was printed with images from Huazhong University of Science and Technology's (HUST) campus hospital. HUST's affiliated teaching hospitals are Tongji University and Peking Union Medical College Hospital. Students from our university have an easier time using medical insurance when they go there.

After all, college students also have medical insurance.

Zeng Duoqin said, "Look, they came to see you, but I guess they didn't do much research before coming."

"Teacher Zeng, please stop joking around now."

“I think that her tumor is in the typical metaphysis, so it is not complicated to treat. Its advantage is that it is typical.”

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he raised his name tag and said, "Le Yuan, thank you for your honesty, and thank you even more for the recommendation from your school hospital staff."

"My name is Fang Ziye. Here's the thing: your lump is quite typical. It has nothing to do with fitness."

"Perhaps it's not something that just appeared. It's just that you haven't been exercising before, so there were no symptoms from the microfractures. You started exercising recently, which caused the pain, so you had this test done."

"My suggestion is that you go to Peking Union Medical College Hospital and see Professor Song Zengwu. Professor Song is a well-known professor in the field of orthopedics."

"It's not that we're unwilling to treat you, it's just that you have your school's medical insurance. If you transfer to Peking Union Medical College Hospital, the reimbursement rate will be much higher..."

Le Yuan replied softly, "Professor Fang, the teacher at our school hospital is quite familiar with my teacher. He said that in Han City right now, Professor Fang, your level of expertise in treating bone tumors is unparalleled."

"It may also be possible to remove it through minimally invasive methods, without surgery."

"Me? I don't really want to have surgery."

Le Yuan gritted her teeth: "My parents should be willing to spend more money on me."

Le Yuan expressed her thoughts rather tactfully, saying that her family was well-off and she didn't want to save money, only hoping to get her illness cured.

Le Yuan's words made Fang Ziye speculate that the other party must have done a lot of homework before coming to the clinic.

Zeng Duoqin noticed Fang Ziye's hesitation and said, "Young lady, have you thought it through?"

"Actually, making money is not easy, and Professor Zeng's level is also extremely high. The reimbursement ratio for college students' medical insurance at designated hospitals is different."

What do your parents do?

Le Yuan replied somewhat uncertainly, "I run a small business back in my hometown... How much would it cost to treat this disease?"

"After reimbursement, the amount spent might be around 40,000 to 50,000 yuan. If the amount spent is relatively small, it will only be around 10,000 yuan."

"That's alright!" Le Yuan said frankly.

"I can afford it myself."

"Oh, right, my parents also bought me commercial medical insurance. Doctor, can I call my parents? I really..." Le Yuan's emotions started to get erratic.

“Go ahead, it’s highly likely, but the nature of this mass can only be confirmed through a biopsy. Based on Professor Zeng’s and my experience, it’s highly likely to be Osteosarcoma,” Fang Ziye said.

Upon hearing this, Le Yuan quickly went outside. As soon as the call connected, she burst into tears, feeling wronged: "Mommy..."

It's understandable, really. At her age, being suspected of having osteosarcoma is a devastating blow.

Two minutes later, Le Yuan returned.

"Professor Fang, Professor Zeng, my parents are coming soon," Le Yuan said after returning.

"They told me to follow the doctor's instructions to be admitted to the hospital first, and then they would decide where to go for treatment after they arrived."

Zeng Duoqin had already filled out the girl's hospital admission certificate.

While driving the car to the girl, he said, "Given your condition, you'll definitely need to be hospitalized for diagnosis and treatment. You should pay 1,000 yuan first and then go to the orthopedic ward to complete the admission procedures."

"However, you need to get a diagnosis first, so you need to go through the day hospitalization procedure, which means you don't need to stay in the hospital. After completing the pre-puncture examination, you can go back to school."

"We'll probably perform a biopsy on you tomorrow afternoon, and then you'll just have to wait for the results. You'll have plenty of time to discuss things during that time."

Le Yuan said, "Okay, do I need to do any other tests?"

"Your other tests will be ordered when you get to the ward later. Since we're going through the day hospitalization process, your reimbursement rate will be higher!"

“You don’t need to run around everywhere,” Zeng Duoqin replied.

"Thank you, doctor. Orthopedics, 12th floor of the surgical building," Le Yuan read aloud while looking at her admission certificate.

"Yes, and there's also an electronic hospital admission certificate. You should have received a text message on your phone. If you can't find the surgical building, you can always ask the triage staff downstairs." After Zeng Duoqin patiently explained, Le Yuan left.

……

"A powerful opening move." Zeng Duoqin leaned back in his chair and picked up his teacup.

"She's only three years older than my daughter."

I got married relatively young.

Professor Zeng Duoqin is 44 years old this year, and his daughter is 16. She had a child at the age of 28, which is considered early marriage in the medical profession.

"Yeah, a critical hit right from the start."

"However, the prognosis should be relatively good. As long as osteosarcoma does not metastasize in the late stage or develop cachexia, there is still hope for the future," Fang Ziye said.

Zeng Duoqin didn't want to dwell on the somber topics of the patient's age and life expectancy: "Professor Fang, your reputation is quite impressive."

"The doctors at the university hospital all highly recommend you."

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Teacher Zeng, outsiders may not understand, but how could you not understand? It's all because the teachers are giving me face and are willing to support me."

"Otherwise, when I, Fang Ziye, walk through the hospital lobby, very few people will even give me a second glance!"

"after all."

Before Fang Ziye could finish speaking, the triage nurse rushed over and said, "Professor Fang, your patient has arrived!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately stood up: "Teacher Zeng, I'll head over now."

“Go ahead, it’s already time to start work.” Zeng Duoqin nodded.

……

Fang Ziye then went to the next consultation room, where the nurse at the reception desk let him in.

The person who came was a young man in his thirties who walked slowly with a cane, taking one limping step at a time.

Upon seeing this, Fang Ziye got up and went to the door to help him put down his cane and sit down before asking, "Hello, what happened to your leg?"

At this point, Fang Ziye doesn't need to ask the other person where they feel unwell. It's obvious from the surface, so there's no need to ask the patient directly what's wrong, as is done in textbooks!
“I fell before, and the hospital wouldn’t perform surgery, so I went to a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner for conservative treatment. Now I have this deformity, and it’s getting more and more difficult for me to walk.”

"About a few months ago, an acquaintance asked me to come and see Professor Fang, saying that you are very skilled in treating lame people and functional impairments."

"I waited in Wuhan for about a month before I finally got an appointment with you," the man said, while taking out his thick medical records and consultation notes.

Fang Ziye carefully took it: "You have so many underlying medical conditions?"

Fang Ziye glanced at the young man and was truly surprised that the man's medical history was so tragic.

He has diabetes, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and other conditions. In addition, he also has thrombocytopenia and mild hemophilia.

No wonder they didn't dare to operate on him when he fractured his bone before. Even if he came to Zhongnan Hospital to see Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye still wouldn't dare to operate.

"Yes, Professor Fang."

"Is there any other way for me to get out of this situation?" the young man asked.

Fang Ziye replied directly: "To be honest, you've booked an appointment with the wrong clinic. It's pointless to book an appointment with me before all your underlying health conditions are resolved."

“If your dysfunction could be treated with medication, you wouldn’t be here with me.”

"So, why don't you just cancel the account..."

Fang Ziye believes he has some skills, but he also needs patients to give him the space to use those skills.

"Really... there's no other way?" The young man's eyes were very sincere, revealing his longing for life.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "There's really no way around it; the basic conditions aren't suitable."

"Please cancel your number, and I'll sign it for you." Fang Ziye quickly signed his name.

……

As he watched the young man leave, Fang Ziye was filled with emotion and sighed. If the patient's underlying condition hadn't been so bad, his lameness wouldn't have been difficult to treat. But in this world, there are no "ifs," only reality.

As more patients began to arrive, Fang Ziye had no choice but to keep the information of the previous patients confidential to avoid affecting the treatment of the next patient.

It's 11:40 AM!
Fang Ziye glanced at the middle-aged man sitting opposite him, then at the 25-year-old age shown on the registration information, and fell into deep thought.

"Your name is Xu Mokai? You are twenty-five years old?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Yes, Professor Fang, perhaps I look more mature and older." The middle-aged man's tone was smooth, without any hint of evasion.

"Then go downstairs and use your ID card to get a physical medical card," Fang Ziye said tactfully, not wanting to expose the fact that the other party was a scalper.

"Can't a health code suffice? I've seen everyone using health codes for their medical appointments. Professor Fang, you're not targeting me on purpose, are you?" the middle-aged man said.

"Uncle, to be honest, we're not having an easy time either. Please don't make me make a mistake. Go down and get a physical medical card, and I'll add you to the list!" Fang Ziye said.

The other party must have had no other choice but to pay money to use a scalper's account number!
"Alright, thank you, Professor Fang." The middle-aged man didn't make things difficult for Fang Ziye and readily admitted that he was not Xu Mokai.

Looking at the other person's slightly stiff gait in their right lower limb, he shook his head slightly.

But soon, patients who had come for follow-up appointments that morning walked in.

"Professor Fang, is it my turn? I see my name on the screen." A woman in line, afraid of being cut in, quickly squeezed in as soon as the door opened.

For orthopedic examinations, the results can be accessed directly once the X-rays are taken; it's not always necessary to wait for a report.

The new hospital campus has just opened, and appointments for CT and MRI scans are no longer required, making medical visits extremely convenient.

"Scan your health code again, and I'll check your medical records," Fang Ziye said.

"Okay, sure." The older woman immediately started switching her phone screen.

The MRI results were quickly retrieved. After reading them, Fang Ziye frowned slightly: "You had surgery before?"

"Isn't it working well?"

The older sister herself did not mention that she had undergone surgery at another hospital before, but the MRI showed traces of surgery.

"I didn't have surgery, I just had a small needle knife procedure once, which shouldn't be considered surgery, right?" the older woman said.

Fang Ziye was taken aback, but his tone remained calm: "Have you had microsurgical acupuncture performed?"

"Yes, what's wrong, Professor Fang?" the older sister replied calmly.

“Many people in our area have done this before; some did it well, and some did not.”

Fang Ziye knew that the small needle knife surgery was one of the surgical procedures in traditional Chinese medicine. However, the level of traditional Chinese medicine surgery in China was really uneven.

"It's nothing. Based on your current test results, if you have higher expectations for your quality of life, you can be hospitalized for surgery. If you just want to complete your usual daily activities, then we can leave it as is." Fang Ziye didn't try to undermine his colleague.

To avoid saying too much and causing trouble for them, the eldest sister...

I don't dismantle things that are in the same industry; that's a pretty basic principle, unless the other party goes too far, such as performing a prosthesis replacement surgery on a simple fracture, which is an extremely excessive form of medical treatment.

"I'm here specifically for surgery."

"I also want to spend more time with my child, and accompany her to sports meets or something," the older woman replied.

"Then I'll issue you the hospital admission certificate. You don't have any underlying medical conditions, do you?" Fang Ziye asked.

"No, no, the last time I was hospitalized was for a C-section, and I'm usually in good health."

“I’ve been to many hospitals in Wuhan before, but no one recommended surgery. They said that my condition was not suitable for surgery,” the middle-aged woman said.

"Even if I strongly requested it, they were unwilling to operate on me."

Surgical indications are relative; one type is the indications in the guidelines, and the other is the indications specific to each individual.

If someone knows they've had surgery that won't significantly improve their condition, the surgeon will definitely not perform the procedure and will only advise against it.

Unstable fractures, on the other hand, are objective and inherent surgical indications. You cannot refuse to treat them anywhere. If you cannot perform the surgery, you should recommend that the patient seek treatment at a higher-level hospital.

In general, most unstable fractures can be treated at a top-tier municipal hospital.

"Professor Fang, what kind of recovery do you expect me to have after the surgery?" the woman asked after finishing her sentence.

"Depending on the post-operative healing and recovery, and how well you follow the doctor's instructions, things should be better than they are now."

"By the way, your condition falls under the category of hand surgery, so after you arrive at the hospital, you will first stay with Professor Wang Zongkai. We will probably perform the surgery together."

"Let me explain it to you first!" Fang Ziye said.

"Huh? Why are you staying with other professors? I came to see Professor Fang!" the older sister hurriedly asked.

"Yes, I also had the surgery and was hospitalized in our department. I was also in the department, but there are only so many beds in a department."

“The same,” Fang Ziye explained.

"Anyway, I'll definitely perform your surgery."

Fang Ziye knew that the other party was coming for him, but he also had to consider Wang Zongkai's feelings, so he tried to transfer the patients who could be transferred there.

Otherwise, it wouldn't look good if one of the three professors in charge of a bed was almost empty.

Fang Ziye also knew that some patients would come to Wang Zongkai for treatment, and Wang Zongkai would also help him take them in.

As Fang Ziye was speaking, a series of voices came from outside: "We have a morning appointment, so we definitely need to see the doctor in the morning, right?"

"You checked the afternoon's numbers first; that's where you made the mistake of scheduling it yourself..."

The triage nurse said, "If you registered for the morning session, you should follow the time schedule, right? Since you didn't come, now that your number has passed, you'll have to queue up again."

"All the appointment slots for the morning are booked up. What time is it? You booked for 9:30, why didn't you come at 9:30?"

"We're all human beings, can't we at least show some understanding and respect for each other?"

Another person said, "It's troublesome to come all this way. You only started offering appointments today, and I don't know if I can get one..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye gave the hospital admission certificate to his older sister, filled out the electronic medical record, and got up to go out with her, saying, "Everyone, please stop arguing."

"I'll check the morning appointments during my lunch break, okay? Please be patient."

"If you have booked an afternoon appointment, please go and rest for a bit, and come back in the afternoon."

"Of course, those who have already made an appointment and are in line shouldn't leave, I'll take a look too!" In this situation, Fang Ziye could certainly choose not to show up.

However, there was really no need to have an argument on the first day of the clinic. With appointments just opened and patients already facing many difficulties, Fang Ziye simply decided to work overtime.

Fang Ziye's words calmed the grumbling of the patients in line, but one young man still asked, "My number is 9:30? Should I be seen first?"

Fang Ziye then pointed to the instructions for seeing a doctor: "You need to arrive at the outpatient clinic on time when you register. If you miss your number, you will need to report back and wait three to five numbers."

“I’ve been waiting for you at this time, it’s not like I’m breaking my promise.”

The young man didn't say much more.

Fang Ziye turned and went into the consultation room, once again kicking off the daily busy outpatient clinic.

At 1:30, Fang Ziye stretched and walked to the door of the clinic, pushing it open.

The triage nurse, Tang Wan, said, "Professor Fang, Professor Zeng has already gone to rest. He ordered you some takeout."

"It's a bit cold, let me warm it up for you."

"You haven't rested at noon either? Have you had lunch?" Fang Ziye looked around and found that there were only patients and their families waiting at the door of the clinic, while the other triage nurses had already left to rest.

Although online registration systems are now well-developed and queuing systems are relatively mature, this is China. Without triage nurses to maintain order, you can always trust the narcissistic nature of the Chinese people!
Everyone wants to be in a "priority" position!
"Professor Fang, you have quite a few patients in your outpatient clinic. I've already had lunch, which I brought from home."

"How about I help you?" Tang Wan smiled warmly.

Although Fang Ziye is already taken, it's still quite nice to have the professor help such a handsome guy, since there might be another time in the future when I need his help.

Opportunities to build closer relationships lie in these everyday moments.

Fang Ziye weighed the takeout box in his hand and shook his head: "It's not completely cold, so it's fine as is. I'll take a nap after I finish eating, and you can let the afternoon patients in at 2:15."

Fifty numbers weren't counted by slogans alone.

Because the morning schedule was chaotic, Fang Ziye needed to work even longer to complete today's patient duties, and he estimated he would have to work overtime in the afternoon.

After finishing his overtime work, Fang Ziye still needed to go back to the department to check how many inpatients there were, so he would have a clear understanding of the situation. With the new ward and hospital area in operation, his job wasn't just to act like an "administrative director" and put on airs, but to handle specific, detailed tasks...

Tang Wan watched Fang Ziye walk into the consultation room and sighed.

He originally wanted to add Fang Ziye as a WeChat friend, but he was a little nervous and didn't dare to ask.

After Fang Ziye entered, Tang Wan sighed softly, "Sure enough, someone as outstanding as Professor Fang has already been pre-selected by other 'sluts'. I need to be a little bolder in the future."

After Tang Wan finished speaking, she thought to herself that there were indeed people who had taken the initiative for her, but she herself wouldn't be interested in most of them.

As a triage nurse at Zhongnan Hospital, where would I get so many opportunities to meet eligible single young men?

It was 3:20 PM.

After examining the man who first used the alias Xu Mokai and then changed his name to Lin Chaoshan, Fang Ziye asked, "How much did the appointment you made cost?" while handing him the hospital admission certificate.

"Huh? Oh."

Lin Chaoshan scratched his head: "It's not too expensive, only five hundred. I heard that Professor Fang, someone would buy your number for a thousand yuan. That's the real market price."

"This special offer is only valid for today, and there are only three spots available."

Fang Ziye's current registration fee is 15 yuan, but after it's passed on to someone else, it becomes 500 yuan.

This money is so easy to earn.

"Professor Fang, if I come for a follow-up appointment next time, could you please give me an extra appointment?" Lin Chaoshan asked softly again.

Fang Ziye said, "I don't dare to add more patients easily, mainly because I can't handle it myself. My clinic hours are from 1 p.m. to 6 p.m. every day, and I don't get off work until 6 p.m. or 7 p.m. in the afternoon."

"Too many additional appointments will affect the quality of the consultation."

“There are still twenty or thirty people outside who are having their initial or follow-up appointments,” Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye sees fifty patients a day, most of whom require initial and follow-up visits. Including occasional extra appointments, he sees at least 110 to 12 patients a day.

This is about seeing a doctor, not flirting with someone; it requires thinking.

Lin Chaoshan glanced outside and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Professor Fang. The main problem is that there are still too few professors with such high technical skills as you."

"There is no substitute anywhere else."

"If it's a little off, it's acceptable, but I heard it's 10 percent off, which is a bit upsetting."

Everyone is paying the same amount of money, and everyone wants to get better service.

"I'm sorry, thank you for your recognition. However, this is not official data, so please don't spread misinformation. The other professors' techniques are also quite good," Fang Ziye said.

One's own teacher might be frank about their level, but other professors might not be so open about it.

If you say it too much, people will believe it, which isn't a good thing; it's not conducive to unity within the department.

Unless one day, one's own accumulation can reach another level, allowing one to ignore all idle gossip.

Otherwise, Fang Ziye would still be unwilling to stand out from the crowd.

Among those who come to Fang Ziye for treatment are those with functional impairments, those who have undergone surgery but with poor results, and a small number of bone tumor patients who have heard about the case.

Because it's a new hospital campus, Fang Ziye is temporarily accepting all visitors, seeing everyone who needs to be seen, and issuing hospitalization certificates to those who need to be admitted.

When Fang Ziye stood up at 6:53 p.m., stretching his back, he seemed a little listless.

While you may appear to be sitting during a consultation, your brain is actually constantly working at high speed, and you have to restart it every now and then, making it a very mentally taxing process.

After taking a sip of warm water, Fang Ziye began to tidy up and organize the consultation room.

The triage nurse, Tang Wan, was still there. She came in and, while helping Fang Ziye clean up the registration and sorting sheets, said, "Professor Fang, do you usually work overtime this late?"

"Yes, that's how it is in outpatient clinics. On surgery days, it's usually a bit better."

"But there are a few times when it's later than that."

Fang Ziye also cleared the papers off the table, then shut down the computer, turned on his phone, and started browsing the group chat.

In the group chat, Lan Tianluo kept issuing orders, arranging the order of inpatients and appointment patients in the department, and taking stock of the attending physicians one by one, including assigning them beds, etc., all of which he did personally.

After flipping through the list, Fang Ziye also discovered that Lan Tianluo had led a team to perform two minor emergency surgeries today, both involving minor injuries caused by car accidents, and the patients had come to the hospital's emergency room on their own.

There are currently no ambulances transferring people here...

"Professor Fang, aren't you going back yet?" Tang Wan asked, holding the trash bag after she finished cleaning up the trash.

"I need to go to the department later, you can go first."

"By the way, miss, what's your name?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Tang Wan, Tang as in Tang and Song, Wan as in 'gentle and subtle,' Professor Fang, you can call me Xiao Wan. Professor Fang, may I add you as a friend?" Tang Wan immediately introduced herself.

"Okay, that's what I think too."

"Xiao Wan, you can go home now. Next time I'm on duty at the outpatient clinic, you can leave on time and don't have to stay up so late."

"I'll scan you." Fang Ziye left the group chat and opened the scan interface.

Tang Wan quickly showed her QR code and ran out lightly, appearing very calm, as if she was only thinking about getting off work...

Fang Ziye didn't think much of it. After adding Lan Tianluo as a friend and sending her a nickname, and also adding a nickname for himself, he said, "Tianluo, have you had dinner yet? I'm ordering takeout, do you want me to order one for you?"

"If you don't reply, come to the office for lunch later."

Fang Ziye wasn't sure if Lan Tianluo was in the emergency room. Lan Tianluo was the chief resident, and it was impossible for him to report to him all the time.

As expected, Lan Tianluo did not reply. Fang Ziye could only leave the outpatient area, walking slowly and stopping occasionally to type a reply while standing, and sometimes replying by voice.

Fang Ziye received many greetings, including not only his teachers, but also his friends, junior colleagues, and other superiors.

For example, Liao Jiayuan, the director of the new hospital, was asking about Fang Ziye's work status.

Fang Ziye couldn't pretend to be aloof, so of course he had to reply.

Of course, Fang Ziye also learned that Professor Zeng Duoqin represented the Department of Orthopedics at a hospital-wide emergency department consultation today.

Although the consultation was not related to orthopedics, Zeng Duoqin reported on the matter, which also meant that Fang Ziye would be attending such events in the future.

A hospital-wide consultation is essentially a process where elderly patients from various specialties gather together to fight for their lives.

There was a lot of information to process, and Fang Ziye couldn't reply to everything in detail. After replying to some of the more crucial information, Fang Ziye decided to go upstairs to the ward.

But someone called out from behind.

"Professor Fang, is this Professor Fang?!" Fang Ziye turned around, confirming that he did not recognize the person, but he was familiar with the voice.

After all, he had just heard him speak that morning, and the content of his words would leave a deep impression on Fang Ziye.

But since the two had never met before, Fang Ziye smiled and said, "Hello, teacher. My name is Fang Ziye."

Fang Ziye really didn't know him.

"My name is Li Jiahe, and I'm in hepatobiliary surgery! Professor Fang, you've been so busy today. I saw your office was packed with patients." Li Jiahe said with a hint of envy.

"Perhaps I was just unlucky and happened to encounter more unfortunate patients who needed medical treatment." Fang Ziye also knew how to play the social game.

Upon hearing this, Li Jiahe's eyelids flickered slightly: "Professor Fang is indeed a remarkable person, very capable of empathizing with patients."

"Professor Fang, have you just finished your outpatient clinic? Do you have time to grab a bite to eat on your way?"

"I still need to go to my department, Professor Li. Please go ahead with your work. I'll come visit you later," Fang Ziye politely declined.

Li Jiahe was also very understanding: "That's fine. The ward is newly opened, and there are many things to do. You need to visit the departments more often."

"Professor Fang, I'll add you as a friend directly from the group later. Please remember to accept my request."

Fang Ziye parted ways with the other party, his eyes widening. It seemed this Li Jiahe was also two-faced, saying one thing to one person and another to another; he didn't truly harbor such great malice towards him. (End of Chapter)