top student at medical school

"Yes, I understand how you feel, and I also understand how my seniors, the other professors you mentioned, feel."

Fang Ziye then said earnestly, "What you said is not wrong. Perhaps you told me about your medical history at the beginning, or perhaps today is my clinic day, and I don't have enough time to listen to your heart-to-heart talk."

"But the key question is, what are your own demands?"

"I don't need to go into how complicated your situation is; you should already have a general idea."

As Fang Ziye spoke, he noticed the shifty expressions on the middle-aged couple's faces. His heart turned cold, and he became even more direct, asking, "To be more precise, what kind of treatment do you want?"

“Treatment is a process of mutual consent. You have your expected goals, and I have my ability assessment. If the two can agree, then we can talk about subsequent treatment. If they are far apart, then we can part ways.”

The middle-aged man's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his voice was somewhat hoarse: "Professor Fang, you are a doctor, so you must be the one who said my condition could be treated to what extent?"

Fang Ziye shook his head, not wanting to fall into that trap: "If you ask me to say something, I'll just say I can't cure it, and then there's nothing you can do about it."

"I believe you have already visited major hospitals across the country."

The other party comes from a well-off family and must have high expectations. Fang Ziye thought that although he could help the other party restore some of their functions, he didn't dare to express his opinion casually.

The root cause of medical disputes lies in the fact that patients' expectations of treatment outcomes exceed the level of medical care that doctors are able to provide.

Seeking medical treatment is similar to a buying and selling process, but it is also different from a buying and selling process.

Because once the hammer blow is done, there's no going back, and Fang Ziye can't restore it to its pre-treatment state.

The middle-aged man hesitated upon hearing this, glancing at his wife before finally saying, "Could you...could you stand up and walk a few steps?"

Even just a few steps would be fine.

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he swallowed several times and looked at Fang Ziye with great nervousness.

For many people, taking a few steps is not a luxury.

Being able to walk only a few steps is torture for 9,999 out of 10,000 people.

But for middle-aged people like us, such activities are a luxury.

Only when you are paralyzed do you realize the freedom of walking naturally; only when you lie down do you realize how joyful it is to stand up.

To be more precise, you don't need to be afraid.

“For your own health and for your own expectations, try to be as bold as possible in your statements. If I feel there is hope, I will agree to your idea; if I feel I cannot do it, you can seek someone else.” Fang Ziye continued to extend his hand.

Fang Ziye, upon hearing this, began to understand why the middle-aged man had gone to buy a scalper's ticket!

His family wasn't short of money; in fact, for him, a registration fee of a few dozen yuan was not much different from two or three thousand yuan.

The middle-aged man just wanted a relatively better life.

"Then go to the toilet? You can use your cane!" the middle-aged man said boldly.

Fang Ziye patiently waited another five seconds before the middle-aged man spoke again, and then said, "You haven't thought about making any other wishes, have you?"

Fang Ziye used the word "wish" rather cruelly.

The word "desire" is relative. For example, when looking for a partner, if a girl has a good education, job, and income, and earns 20,000 yuan a month, it is normal for her to ask someone with a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan and an equivalent education.

The reverse is also true.

However, if you earn 3,000 a month and want to find a job with a monthly salary of 20,000, that's just wishful thinking. It's not that no one's wish comes true, but the chances are extremely small, like finding a needle in a haystack.

The middle-aged man lowered his head upon hearing this: "Professor Fang, you should speak first. At least you haven't said that I have no way to cure it. Just tell me what you can do."

Once you've been in the water, you won't mind going into the sea.

Those who have spent time on land and then drifted in the wind and waves all yearn to be able to stand firmly on solid ground again.

Those swept up in the torrent grasp at whatever they can, hoping to hold on tightly for a sliver of hope...

Fang Ziye might not have been able to empathize with such people before, but after seeing more of them, he gradually came to understand.

Some suffering has nothing to do with life and death. If the words "life and death" are simple and straightforward, they are not actually painful. On the contrary, it is the living who suffer.

"Currently, the indications for functional reconstruction surgery in our orthopedics department are limited to local conditions such as peripheral nerve injury, muscle contracture, muscle degeneration, and local adhesions."

"Your condition is classified as spinal cord paralysis. Currently, there are no clinical or basic research teams with effective treatment options."

"Therefore, the demands you've made are instinctive for the patients who come to the clinic; they're things they already know how to do."

"But all of their instincts are actually very difficult for you to follow."

“I believe in you, and I know some other patients in the same situation as you. Some of them may be suffering even more than you have.”

"For example, incontinence, pressure sores and infections caused by paralysis, etc..." Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye's voice wasn't loud, but the woman beside him had already covered her mouth. Although no sobs escaped her lips, her eyes were red, and hot tears seeped into her palms.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a long time, his eyes reddening, before saying, "Compared to some of my fellow patients, I am still relatively young, so can I ask for a little more?"

"I want to watch my children grow up."

"I'm only in my forties. In my life, I don't boast about how many good deeds I've done, but I've never done anything bad. My parents are good, my wife is good, my children are good, and my career is going well."

"How could it be so sudden~"

The middle-aged man realized he was starting to ramble, so he simply added, "Perhaps this is the retribution for my happy half-life."

"My life has been too smooth in the first half. Although my family is of average means, I have a loving father and mother. My wife is my high school classmate and my first love. She has been by my side all this time."

“But we only suffered for a year. After graduating from university, I started my own business with 30,000 yuan.”

The woman had stopped crying and was silently wiping away the faint tear stains from the man's eyes with a tissue.

Fang Ziye could tell that this was just an ordinary person with a bit of luck. He was lucky, hadn't gone down any crooked paths, still had his first love, was in a good relationship, had a harmonious family, savings, a family, children, and parents...

The man had good emotional control, and he must have been quite filial to his parents. Or rather, his parents probably felt a great sense of accomplishment from his experience.

He was young and accomplished, returned home in wealth and honor, achieved success in his career, and had a happy family—but now, it seems he's facing some kind of 'unfortunate end'...

After both of them had calmed down, Fang Ziye took a breath and said, "I can understand how you feel."

"But the word 'health' has nothing to do with good or evil, with magnanimity or pettiness, with bravery or heroism or ordinary people."

"Perhaps, from my perspective, I can also throw cold water on you: people who are worse off than you, poorer than you, and more extreme than you are even less healthy than you."

"There aren't that many whys..."

"Sudden health problems are unrelated to past experiences. Currently, there are not many diseases for which a clear causal relationship can be found."

"Arthritis is one, pulmonary fibrosis and lung cancer caused by smoking are another, silicosis is yet another..."

"It's no longer important to investigate the reasons or whether it's fate."

"To be honest, you've come at the right time today. If I were busy with surgeries today, I definitely wouldn't have agreed to give you an extra appointment on a weekday."

"Today is the second day of our new ward opening. Our team happens to have no surgeries scheduled today, and tomorrow and the day after are the weekend."

The middle-aged man nodded: "I know, Professor Fang."

"It's very difficult to get an appointment with you, and there are a lot of people who want to see you. I've even had someone visit you in person."

The middle-aged man gave a thumbs up: "In terms of medical skills and character, you are the best in my heart. Perhaps not the best, but overall you are definitely in the top tier."

Fang Ziye's medical ethics are certainly not the best; there are people with better moral standards than Fang Ziye. However, Fang Ziye's medical skills are the best in his opinion.

"Thank you for your compliment, but I am the doctor and you are the patient, so I still have to be upfront about the unpleasant aspects."

"Regarding your request, I can only say that we can give it a try!" Fang Ziye said.

"There is a chance, but it may not meet your high standards. Moreover, you may be among the first batch of clinical trial products."

"Of course you can wait."

The middle-aged man smiled after hearing this: "Professor Fang, do you really think I can wait?"

The middle-aged man pulled up his trouser leg, revealing that his calf had shrunk to almost skin and bones, but as a middle-aged man, his frame was still relatively large.

It's clear that he used to be a rather robust person.

Use it or discard it.

Generally speaking, the longer a person is paralyzed, the more difficult it is for them to recover.

The middle-aged man's family could certainly afford a rehabilitation therapist. With regular "passive activity" rehabilitation, the middle-aged man's muscle atrophy has reached this point.

He continued to wait, perhaps knowing that death awaited him.

Once you lose the ability to move around, your cardiopulmonary function will inevitably deteriorate gradually, and this kind of exercise is irreplaceable except for voluntary activity.

"That's up to you; the initiative is in your hands," Fang Ziye said.

He was neither the first paraplegic patient Fang Ziye encountered, nor the first paraplegic patient Fang Ziye refused to treat.

Even after Fang Ziye opened his clinic, many paraplegic patients still came to seek treatment. Their identities and experiences were even more "profound" than those of middle-aged people!
Among them are many 'heroes,' renowned experts, entrepreneurs, and company shareholders...

But there was nothing they could do; Fang Ziye showed absolutely no mercy in refusing to treat patients.

If you can't do it then, you just can't!
The middle-aged man immediately saw through his previous 'lie' and said, "Professor Fang, do you mean that you now think we've reached the stage where we can conduct clinical trials on diseases like ours?"

"We have a chance now?"

"You?" Fang Ziye pretended not to understand, looking at the middle-aged man with a half-smile, tearing away a veil of pretense.

The middle-aged man said he hadn't done anything wrong, but he didn't say he was an honest person; it was a white lie, not some great evil.

The middle-aged man immediately bit his lower lip, but then nodded: "Professor Fang, judging from your expression, you must have guessed it's us. It's not just me alone."

“Our small circle of patients actually comes to Professor Fang’s place every now and then to try our luck.”

"If we manage to get a consultation, then even more people will come to you, Professor Fang. Of course, we will still seek treatment as usual and wait in line as usual."

"To be honest, Professor Fang, when you performed the functional reconstruction surgery, I had only been in the patient support group for a short time, just two years ago."

"I was forty-two years old then, and I'm forty-five now..."

"Many of my fellow patients have recovered here, but you have turned away even more patients time and time again."

Fang Ziye said, "Perhaps?"

"But there was nothing we could do. We were young back then, and young people have to admit their limitations."

"However, just because I couldn't do it before doesn't mean I'll never be able to do it. The reason I rejected you before was because I really didn't have the ability."

"You can't expect an elementary school student to be able to do college-level math, right?"

"Right now, I'm not really sure either; I can only say I'll give it a try."

"Then go through the hospital admission reservation procedures and reserve a bed first."

"But there are some things we may need to discuss in advance. In your case, the preoperative period will be long, the postoperative hospitalization period will be relatively long, and the hospitalization costs will be relatively high."

"After all expenses are reimbursed, it will probably cost around 200,000 yuan."

The middle-aged man, who had been somewhat nervous, said at the end, "Professor Fang, if you can help me stand up, I'll give you both villas in Wuhan, and I'll also give you ten million yuan for consultation fees privately, no problem!"

"Give me a hospital admission certificate, I know the procedure." The middle-aged man said without the slightest hesitation.

There is a large community of people with paralysis, as well as some smaller communities.

Paralyzed patients like him, who have a certain social standing, live in a small circle, so they pay close attention to the latest treatment developments.

When Fang Ziye first started performing functional reconstruction surgery, they actually learned about it, and some patients shared many 'procedures' in the group.

For example, they suggested trying it out, signing a document, and mentioned many possibilities.

Even if it's just a trial, many patients probably came to Zhongnan Hospital without much hesitation.

Fang Ziye laughed and said, "I'm just telling you the truth about medical expenses, because I've encountered a lot of patients!"

"Not everyone has your wealth, and the even crueler fact is that even if such a treatment is mature, it will still be an unaffordable cost for most families even in ten years."

"This has nothing to do with whether you give me a villa or ten million. Even if you did, I wouldn't want it."

The middle-aged man remained silent, refusing to offer any insensitive comments about others 'not working hard enough' or anything like that.

It's not that there are no people who can just give up, but in addition to ability and hard work, one also needs opportunity to 'make money' and 'succeed'.

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he gave the other party a hospital admission certificate and said, "Your situation is rather special, so please make a regular hospital admission appointment to give us more time for research, okay?"

"Stop using any connections to get admitted to the hospital early. Slow and steady wins the race."

"Furthermore, you should not tell your fellow patients in private that our early clinical trial capacity is limited, and that we will only accept two or three cases to try in the very first phase."

"If the treatment is not effective, we will proactively stop this clinical trial at any time."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression changed drastically, but he quickly composed himself and said with a smile, "Professor Fang, if you voluntarily stop this clinical research project, then there's really nothing we, the living, can do."

“In our group, there is a professor from Peking Union Medical College Hospital who has been collecting relevant information. He said that currently, the only people in the entire country who are likely to obtain the qualification to conduct a trial to treat this disease, besides a few senior academicians, are Professor Fang and Professor Liu Huanglong.”

The patient support group for middle-aged men is relatively high-end, with extensive data collection and a wide range of identities and professions among its members.

They also have a relatively clear understanding of the clinical trial approval process.

Although the National Health Commission currently sets the standard for admission of new surgical procedures at associate senior professional titles, some major and high-end surgical procedures cannot be applied for by ordinary associate senior or senior professional titles.

In some prefecture-level city hospitals, even senior and associate senior doctors in well-known teaching hospitals, if they want to perform new surgical procedures, they will not approve them except for minor modifications.

Fang Ziye said, "That's not all; you just don't have a comprehensive understanding."

"But that's not important. The quality of the surgery must be guaranteed before we can pursue quantity. Remember what I'm saying."

"Don't put pressure on us. Slow and steady wins the race," Fang Ziye said.

"Thank you, Professor Fang. I'll go and complete the admission procedures right away."

"Thank you, Professor Fang." The middle-aged man didn't mention the 'gift' again.

Speaking of business and politics, based on his understanding of Fang Ziye, if Fang Ziye were willing to pursue his career now, he could simply settle down in Kyoto, and no medical system or even provincial-level bigwigs could do anything about him.

As long as Fang Ziye prepares to serve that tiny, tiny group of people well, no one can touch him.

We don't provide immediate service; we just need to prepare for it.

However, it seems that Fang Ziye did not make that choice.

……

On the way to the operating room, Feng Junfeng followed closely behind Fang Ziye, like a shadow, just as Fang Ziye had followed Yuan Weihong many years ago.

However, unlike Yuan Weihong's first disciple, Fang Ziye's "first disciple," Feng Junfeng, had a bitter expression on his face and pressed his tongue against his teeth: "Master, what is the background of this Qingyuan? Why is he so strange?"

"Huh? What's wrong?" Fang Ziye took off his clothes in a very generous manner, revealing his abs, and then began to change into a scrub suit.

For a surgeon, it's impossible to hide their physique from students.

"That was a fantastic move!" Feng Junfeng's eyebrows were furrowed, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Even Tianlu felt a little...unable to control himself.

In Feng Junfeng's opinion, Lan Tianluo's surgical talent had already reached its peak, right? But what he didn't expect was that Hu Qingyuan would be even more monstrous than Lan Tianluo.

A carefree attitude can make people question the meaning of life.

Fang Ziye smiled upon hearing this: "This actually involves the compatibility of aptitudes. Even with the same aptitude, each person's strengths and areas of compatibility are quite different."

"Tianluo is very talented, but he just likes medicine; he's not naturally suited for it."

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, half of Feng Junfeng's face went numb!
“Interest is interest, and talent is talent. Interest is not the same as talent!” Fang Ziye said. “Lan Tianluo just likes medicine, but I think his greatest strength is not actually medicine. It’s just that he likes it and his aptitude can support it, which is why he stands out.”

“If I don’t analyze his talent, his talent is only about the same level as Tingzhu’s.”

"But what about Hu Qingyuan?"

"His talent in surgical procedures is unparalleled; he just happened to have played video games first."

"Moreover, Hu Qingyuan has been holding back for too long, and is currently in a period of 'abstinence'!"

"Master, you look too." Feng Junfeng's eyes widened, but before he could finish speaking, Fang Ziye covered his mouth.

"That's what I meant. Whether you see it or not is not important."

"Damn it, we've all been young once." Fang Ziye didn't boast about his 'private life,' but what young person hasn't taken the opportunity to speak up for their younger brother a few times?
But there's no need to bring it up in the operating room.

I'm your mentor, and you're my student.

Fang Ziye released Feng Junfeng, then composed himself and began to raise his head: "Talent is relatively fixed, aptitude can be improved, and compatibility is something that fluctuates between talent and aptitude."

"Feng Junfeng, what do you think is the most suitable direction for you?"

Feng Junfeng was confused. After a silly smile, he said, "Give Master a shout of '666'?"

Fang Ziye knew that Feng Junfeng was indirectly saying that he was 'relatively incompetent': "This is also about ability and compatibility, but when it comes to flattery, you are much worse than Li Yuanpei and the others."

"You can't handle this track."

Feng Junfeng then became dejected: "Master, when it comes to data processing, I'm nothing compared to Senior Brother Tianluo or Uncle Tianluo."

"In terms of exploring and controlling the direction of research topics, I am nowhere near as good as my senior brother Jie Han. In terms of operational talent and speed of progress, I am a complete novice compared to my junior brother."

"I really can't pick out a single point."

In a top-tier team, if your excellence isn't immediately apparent, it's all due to the original sin of 'inferiority complex'. Is Feng Junfeng really that bad?

No, that's not true. Although Han City University isn't that top-tier, and its clinical medicine program isn't that outstanding, Feng Junfeng was able to stand out among a group of master's students by his own abilities, surpassing Professor Deng Yong's master's students and those from other departments. In fact, he had already reached the upper echelons of the medical field.

However, in the process of integrating into Fang Ziye's existing team, he seemed to have "no presence"!
"Feeling relatively mediocre now? So, you're currently in your 'abstinence period' too!"

"This is my personal understanding. Hu Qingyuan's past has been too smooth. He can get everything that others want with almost no effort."

"For example, a 985 undergraduate degree, a guaranteed postgraduate admission, playing games, or spending money."

"However, since joining my team, he hasn't had any short-term achievement incentives for too long. So, after returning from Enshi, he's been desperately trying to regain that 'sense of accomplishment'! Even if it's just some small achievements or small progress."

"With this desire as a driving force, even if I don't interfere, he can improve very quickly along with the team."

“Junfeng, your master hasn’t found the most suitable point for you yet. We’ll have to keep looking.”

"But all things considered, you can do anything and go anywhere, so you're quite a versatile brick, at least for now."

Feng Junfeng was slightly disappointed upon hearing this, but also a little curious: "What about Brother Yao?"

Feng Junfeng was referring to Tian Yao, who was also his doctoral classmate.

"Tian Yao, I still don't understand him very well. Maybe his biggest advantage is his straightforward personality."

“He’s good at getting things done. If you assign him a task, he can find his own way to complete it,” Fang Ziye replied cautiously.

When Fang Ziye was in Enshi, he had also been part of their team, so he had a general understanding of his students.

Tian Yao wasn't as cunning as Feng Junfeng. He was very honest and seemed to have no presence, but he was also the one Fang Ziye trusted the most.

Hu Qingyuan is talented and has the greatest potential. Fang Ziye has high hopes for him, so he only gave him a direction without assigning specific tasks or urging him to make progress.

Feng Junfeng is closest to Fang Ziye. He is quite bold and shrewd, though not the most outstanding social expert. He is very versatile.

Feng Junfeng previously worked under Associate Professor Peng Long, where resources were relatively limited and research conditions were not good. He has only managed to get to where he is today thanks to his talent.

The reason it didn't stand out is because the perfect fit wasn't found.

"Then who do you like the most, Master?" Feng Junfeng asked, eagerly awaiting the answer.

"I don't like any of them." After putting on his mask and hat, Fang Ziye walked up the steps with his hands behind his back.

Feng Junfeng continued to follow along eagerly, realizing he had asked the wrong question: "Master, I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to curry favor or show off."

"Okay, let's go to the operating room first and see the surgical atmosphere of Professor Zeng and his team." Fang Ziye didn't delve any further.

Yesterday, Professor Zeng Duoqin invited Fang Ziye to the operating room, ostensibly to provide 'guidance,' but really to let Fang Ziye know that Zeng Duoqin was present.

He was showing Fang Ziye how he became a senior physician in the Department of Orthopedics, why he was able to become a senior physician, and why the Department of Orthopedics sent him there.

One objective was to gain some say in the conversation, and the other was to find an opportunity for the two teams to collaborate!

Moreover, some of the patients currently staying in Professor Zeng Duoqin's group came specifically for Fang Ziye.

The procedure of puncture diagnosis can be performed by Professor Zeng Duoqin's team, but Fang Ziye must be involved in the subsequent treatment.

This was the patient's request before hospitalization, and Fang Ziye had agreed to it, so he couldn't go back on his word.

The ward had a lot of surgeries scheduled for the first day, a total of seventeen punctures, and the schedules for both operating rooms were fully booked.

Fang Ziye's arrival did not disrupt any procedures, nor did it interrupt the piercing rhythm of Xu Gongming and Li Hanyao.

Professor Zeng Duoqin said that he personally performed "puncture biopsies" in the operating room, but in reality, as a senior professor in the group, he was checking for omissions and filling gaps.

If the puncture process is not good enough, Zeng Duoqin will say a few words and then perform the procedure himself. If the procedure is good and the puncture and sampling meet the standards, he will also say a few words of praise.

Fang Ziye sent Feng Junfeng to help disinfect the bedding and get to know Zeng Duoqin's students.

Zeng Duoqin and Fang Ziye walked between the two operating rooms, inspecting them like big shots. Zeng Duoqin asked, "Ziye, between Gongming and Hanyao, who do you think has the better puncture technique?"

Fang Ziye's eyelids flickered twice, but he didn't say anything.

"You don't like any of them?" Zeng Duoqin tilted his head in confusion.

"Sigh!" Fang Ziye sighed softly. "Professor Zeng, our orthopedic puncture technique is actually a basic skill that has been integrated with local debridement."

"Only puncture procedures performed in hepatobiliary surgery and vascular surgery are considered authentic puncture procedures."

Puncture and biopsy can be combined, but if you carefully understand the fundamental definition of the puncture procedure, one is about piercing, and the other is about inserting, not just poking...

Although the Department of Orthopedics has puncture biopsies, compared to the puncture procedures in sports medicine, vascular surgery, and hepatobiliary surgery, it means that you can see the biopsy and won't be able to tell you if you made a mistake.

It's really not exactly exquisite.

To be honest, in Fang Ziye's opinion, level 3 and level 4 piercing skills are like two noobs fighting each other.

The importance that orthopedic surgeons place on puncture procedures is similar to the importance that trauma surgeons place on suturing procedures—it's sufficient to meet the basic needs.

After all, the puncture technique practiced in orthopedics is for diagnosis, and the suturing technique practiced in trauma surgery is for suturing wounds, unlike hand surgery which involves particularly delicate functional reconstruction, displacement, etc.

Trauma surgery is now placing renewed emphasis on suturing because the department is performing functional reconstruction procedures.

"However, everyone has their own expertise. I believe that Professor Zeng and your team are experts in the segmentation of the lower limbs, in tissue balance debridement, and in the field of inactivation and replantation!" Of course, Fang Ziye didn't dare to completely dismiss the Department of Orthopedics.

The procedures that the orthopedic specialists can perform are not as sophisticated as Fang Ziye's, since he hasn't added any special techniques yet.

The inactivation and reimplantation of a single lower limb bone tumor in the Department of Orthopedics is an extremely large undertaking in the entire medical field.

Most surgeons wouldn't even dare to think about it, let alone do it.

Each specialty and subspecialty has its own unique strengths.

Zeng Duoqin said, "I do hope that in the future, our department will not need such large-scale projects."

"The longest surgery I've ever experienced, involving the inactivation and reimplantation of bone tumors in the entire lower limb, lasted forty-three hours."

"Forty-three hours, three teams worked in shifts, and we didn't even dare to stay in the toilet for long!" Zeng Duoqin said, still feeling lingering fear.

Since the discovery that oxen could plow fields, the days of people carrying iron plows to plow fields have become history. To do that would be to suffer the consequences of one's own actions.

"Professor Zeng, you can't be that optimistic. For bone tumors outside of long bones, the current microcirculation transection method still can't handle them."

“For example, large bone tumors in the pelvic region, or super-large bone tumors in long segments of bone, cannot be treated by the microcirculation transection method,” Fang Ziye said, shaking his head.

"Being able to solve other problems is also a kind of technological revolution, isn't it?"

"Special cancer patients, after all, only make up a minority group."

"Of the 18 patients we performed punctures today, only six were elderly, and the other 12 were under 18 years old."

"From the perspective of respecting the elderly, I hope those elderly people have a happy old age; from the perspective of blessing, I hope those children can all have a healthy future." Zeng Duoqin clasped his hands together, not for show.

"The most common way for bone tumors to metastasize is through the bloodstream. Therefore, Ziye, this microcirculation cutoff method is an absolutely devastating weapon in the process of bone tumors escaping chemotherapy."

"Since the rise of chemotherapy in the 1980s, it has been used to treat bone tumors and most other tumors, and about 70 to 80 percent of patients have had a relatively good prognosis."

"But the 20-30% who have a poor prognosis are still a very large group."

"Actually, the doctors in our department are also human beings; they are not born cold-blooded."

"If you see too much of this and are powerless to change it, you can only cut off your desires and become cold and indifferent to avoid your mindset from exploding."

Fang Ziye recalled the jokes and comments he had read: It's a pity that I have a compassionate heart but no ability to save all living beings, so at this moment I can only use the keyboard to express my heartache.

"Teacher Zeng, I'm sorry!" Fang Ziye suddenly apologized.

Zeng Duoqin turned his head, his eyes filled with doubt.

"I had my doubts about you some time ago," Fang Ziye said sincerely.

Zeng Duoqin realized that Fang Ziye was referring to the previous matter where the Department of Orthopedics wanted to send a professor to the Department of Trauma Surgery.

"Hey, it's just a misunderstanding. Everyone makes that mistake."

"Rumors and gossip, from Fang Ziye to Zeng Duoqin, from Professor Du Xinzhan of our orthopedics department, some say that people are just seeking fame and fortune, and others say this and that."

"People often say that prejudice is a mountain. But from the perspective of us doctors, we should realize that prejudice is essentially a miniature cognitive barrier."

"After seeing it so many times, it doesn't matter anymore."

"The time between life and death can be so long, or it can be just a few years, or it can be just a few months, or even just a few minutes." Every professor has his own unique insights into the world and life.

This is their own expression of their understanding.

Therefore, Fang Ziye might think that the other professors' skills were 'relatively weak,' but he would not underestimate any professor or associate professor.

……

Fang Ziye and Zeng Duoqin had a great time chatting.

They didn't work in the same place before, so they didn't know each other very well. Fang Ziye didn't have time to wander around the orthopedics department, and Zeng Duoqin wouldn't suddenly come to the trauma surgery department to talk to Fang Ziye about life.

"Master, the patient in the next room wants to see you," Feng Junfeng suddenly reported.

“It’s that patient named Le Yuan.” Feng Junfeng’s tone was somewhat strange.

Zeng Duoqin understood Feng Junfeng's meaning and laughed, "Professor Fang, your peach blossoms are growing on your hair."

Fang Ziye stood up: "Teacher Zeng, please stop laughing at me."

Turning to Feng Junfeng, he asked, "What did she say?"

"She asked if you could do the puncture for her," Feng Junfeng said.

Fang Ziye wouldn't make that exception, otherwise he wouldn't need to do any other procedures in the future: "This is a hospital, not a massage parlor, and I'm not a technician. Does she have to be selective about who she performs a biopsy?"

“We already agreed before. You can ask her if she still wants to get a diagnosis. If not, that's fine. She's an adult.”

"Really? Go back like that?" Feng Junfeng asked, somewhat hesitantly.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's eyes sharpened, and he said irritably, "So you want to kill your master, and then keep saying the same thing after you get a new master?"

"Oh, okay!" Feng Junfeng immediately turned and left.

"Professor Fang must have encountered quite a few cases of negative transference in his clinical practice, right?" Zeng Duoqin asked after Feng Junfeng left.

Fang Ziye rubbed his nose and said calmly, "Teacher Zeng, I was young once too. When I was out and about, I sometimes had thoughts of lust at first sight."

"Since you've already acknowledged this, you should allow others to have similar thoughts."

"In such matters, actions speak louder than intentions."

"Besides, it's just a vague feeling; once it's extinguished, it ceases to exist."

Fang Ziye had certainly encountered similar troubles before, but he was handling them very well now.

Even Yan Chu, Fang Ziye's first patient to undergo limb-sparing surgery, may not have been unaware of the implications; her existence was, in fact, quite unique in Fang Ziye's career.

However, Fang Ziye still cruelly cut off all contact with her.

Fang Ziye didn't like being a fishpond, so of course he wouldn't enjoy the feeling of raising fish.

As the saying goes, it begins with appearance, continues with character, is captivated by talent, and is ultimately defeated by reality.

"But it seems that the phrase 'defeated by reality' will never appear in your work, Professor Fang."

"Being handsome does have its advantages," Zeng Duoqin said with a hint of envy.

Fang Ziye, somewhat vain, retorted, "Teacher Zeng, is it possible that many people were handsome when they were young, but not as talented as me?"

In fact, Professor Zeng Duoqin is also very elegant and charming, even in his forties.

However, this charm shone a little late.

Zeng Duoqin's pupils contracted instantly, his anger flaring up: "Me? You!~"

"So this is what Fang Ziye is like, is it?"

"You've started learning from your master, right?"

Fang Ziye actually scolded him for being too incompetent when he was young. Although it was true, the truth must be said, right?

Fang Ziye replied frankly, "Teacher Zeng, you've misunderstood me again."

“If you think my master is faking it, then I’m serious.”

"Why do we have to learn everything from our masters?"

Upon hearing this, Zeng Duoqin fell silent and turned away shyly like a timid young wife.

Because he couldn't find a single fault in Fang Ziye's words.

Fang Xiaoye has grown up!

He has grown to be more substantial and more real than Beihai Yiye.

Others' waves are tossed and turned by the waves, but Fang Ziye's waves are self-generated!

Fang Ziye looked at Professor Zeng Duoqin's intense gaze and lowered his chin slightly: "Professor Zeng, excessive humility is both pride and hypocrisy."

"It's actually quite good that we're all living more authentically."

"I was really just seriously analyzing the question you raised..."

Understand teachers, become teachers, and surpass teachers.

Fang Ziye did it without hesitation.

Being a wave isn't a bad label. The ability to create towering waves means you can swing openly and honestly. (End of Chapter)