top student at medical school

A teacher is one who imparts knowledge, instructs in skills, and resolves doubts.

Fang Ziye sent three points and then stopped, continuing to think about what to say to Hu Qingyuan.

Hu Qingyuan typed: "Master, whenever I think about these things, I wish she were an ordinary girl."

"Or if my family wasn't so well-off, maybe I would still dare to step forward."

Hu Qingyuan revealed his true colors as a repressed pervert and sought advice from Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye wasn't much older than him; Fang Ziye had just turned thirty, while Hu Qingyuan was only a first-year master's student...

The age difference is similar to the age gap between Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong back then.

"Perhaps if she were just a girl from an ordinary family, she wouldn't be so carefree, let alone so genuine."

"I'm just using an analogy. Like Han Jingyi, she comes from an ordinary family and has average abilities..."

“Some people are always in their true state, and there is a power that can fully cover for them.”

"Chen Xixian doesn't need to pretend anything; she can live a very comfortable life. The family's legacy will last for at least two or three generations..."

"As for wealth, if she doesn't gamble or start a business, and only fluctuates with inflation, she probably won't face any financial difficulties for the next one or two hundred years."

Hu Qingyuan's chat page showed: "Master, perhaps I have already figured these things out, which is why I am asking you for advice instead of rashly taking a small step forward."

"Actually, I should have realized long ago that the simplicity I admire, at my age, is either due to naivety, deliberate pretense, or something I can't reach."

"Master, I'm leaving."

"I'll leave first, you go ahead." Hu Qingyuan didn't hesitate at all after clarifying Fang Ziye's attitude and suggestions.

Fang Ziye typed several paragraphs, then deleted them all, temporarily ending his conversation with Luo Tingzhu, and replied: "Although love shouldn't be mixed with too many other elements."

"But we still need to consider things more carefully when making choices."

“Some things are obvious, but there’s no way to avoid them. If you think you can overcome these things, ignore them, and even enjoy them in the future, then you can…”

"Your master will still support you."

When it comes to Chen Xixian, her authenticity requires someone else to accept her, rather than her having to compromise and accommodate her partner.

If Fang Ziye had met Chen Xixian instead of Luo Tingzhu, he would have simply avoided her.

Hu Qingyuan did not reply. He may have seen it, but did not want to dwell on the topic.

Luo Tingzhu, who was on the other end of the video call and hadn't caught up on the rest of the gossip, asked, "What do you mean, what do you mean?"

Luo Tingzhu hadn't thought that far ahead; she simply considered Chen Xixian a close friend. Right now, she was happy to play matchmaker for Chen Xixian.

“Tingzhu, what else can I say? The result is actually very obvious.”

“Chen Xixian is not someone ordinary people can afford to offend,” Fang Ziye said.

“No, Xi Xian has a very good temper. She’s not pretentious at all,” Luo Tingzhu said, shaking her head.

"She's down-to-earth because she doesn't need to put on airs to elevate herself. Tingzhu, go look at the big shots at the provincial level; they don't have much of an air about them either..."

The number of people at the provincial level or above across the country is not small, and their numbers may be comparable to Chen Xixian's level of wealth and family background in China.

We cannot simply look at the fact that Chen Xixian is Chen Guangbai's daughter; her grandfather was also named Chen Song.

Chen and Song are not dead yet.

Moreover, most of the Chen and Song generation have died out; those who survived to the end were the real big shots...

“That’s no fun. I thought someone would actually come along who could take my best friend away,” Luo Tingzhu said.

"Then keep looking forward to it. I need to work on tomorrow's surgery a bit more. You've been on the road for a long time, so take a rest first."

"By the way, Tingzhu, you're staying with me now, so no one should be gossiping, right?" Fang Ziye asked.

Fang Ziye still remembers that there aren't many villas in the clinical area, and villa resources are scarce. Fang Ziye was able to own one before because Director Chen Song of the sanatorium gave him face.

Now that Fang Ziye has left and won't be going back anytime soon, and the surgical system will even be relocated in the future, some people might have objections to Luo Tingzhu's usurpation of his position.

"Senior brother, not yet. You should have confidence in your influence at the sanatorium, okay?"

“When I was in the lab, I always heard the professors say, ‘Senior, you’re still the deputy leader of the research area.’” Luo Tingzhu’s tone was a little proud.

After all, Fang Ziye was her boyfriend and fiancé.

"Right now, it's just a nominal title, a hollow one. It doesn't do anything real, and in a place like a sanatorium, it has no real presence."

“Sanatoriums are very snobbish,” Fang Ziye said.

Upon hearing this, Luo Tingzhu smiled slightly and said, "I heard from Brother Wu Xuanqi that some professors who came here later mentioned it in the clinical area, but Dean Song Libo and the others suppressed it."

Professor Li Yongjun also declined the proposal.

Fang Ziye nodded: "It's been put on hold for now, so you can continue to stay here."

"Anyway, I'll be back in three months."

Seeing that Fang Ziye hadn't grasped the point, Luo Tingzhu tapped the table, arrogantly raised her neck, and pointed to her chin: "Senior brother?"

"Hmm?" Fang Ziye's thoughts had already shifted to tomorrow's surgical plan.

"Do you think it's possible that I could stay here as an anesthesiologist?" Luo Tingzhu tilted her chin, like a proud kitten waiting for praise.

“Oh, right…” Fang Ziye nodded.

"I forgot about it."

The villa area in the clinical district is not just for surgical professors; professors in other clinical fields also have the opportunity to compete for it.

Even after I pass away, the sanatorium's surgical system can still perform reconstructive surgeries smoothly, and the number of surgeries performed each month remains high as a percentage of the overall surgical volume.

With the cooperation of dissociative anesthesia, Wu Xuanqi and his team will have a higher success rate in their surgeries. As the consultant for sensorimotor dissociative anesthesia, it seems that it's not unreasonable for Luo Tingzhu to receive a villa.

"Right..." Luo Tingzhu was like a kitten that had won a battle, sitting and swaying back and forth, quite cute and exceptionally adorable.

……

Silent all night.

The next day, Fang Ziye got up early and resumed his morning run. However, this was Fang Ziye's first time running in the new hospital area, so he didn't plan the route well and didn't dare to run far. He only ran for twelve minutes before quickly running back.

After washing up, Fang Ziye went straight to the hospital!

Breakfast was served in the department, a habit that Lan Tianluo continued during Fang Ziye's previous residency. Fang Ziye was not much older than Lan Tianluo and others, so he also had some.

However, after Fang Ziye entered the chief inpatient office, the previously noisy atmosphere completely quieted down, and everyone began to eat their hot dry noodles quietly without making a sound.

Seeing this, Fang Ziye did not disturb everyone's interest. After mixing his own portion, he pushed open the door and went into the director's office.

Behind them, people were whispering: "Director Fang isn't very old, but he looks quite fierce. Is he a bit short-tempered?"

The voice should belong to Dai Zhusheng, a junior master's student in orthopedics.

Lan Tianluo did not answer directly, but said, "You'll find out later whether Senior Brother Fang is fierce or not."

Lan Tianluo didn't offer much explanation. After all, Fang Ziye was now the ward director, no longer the simple associate professor and chief resident physician he used to be.

The position of ward director automatically gives Fang Ziye a cloak of 'authority,' and this cloak cannot be removed at this point in time when the new ward is being built.

Otherwise, everyone would be arguing and bickering with Fang Ziye, making it inconvenient for him to manage.

After closing the office door, Fang Ziye first boiled a kettle of water, then sat down in the director's office chair and began to eat noodles.

The noise outside the door resumed, but his office was empty.

It feels like there's a sense of tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle, yet also a sense of loneliness at being unable to integrate into any group.

At that moment, the image of Professor Deng from long ago appeared in Fang Ziye's mind.

In Fang Ziye's memory, Deng Yong rarely ate breakfast with his colleagues; he usually ate first and then came over...

Back then, Professor Han Yuanxiao often treated the attending physicians in the department to breakfast, and they would come and laugh together.

Such scenes disappeared after Han Yuanxiao became the ward director.

Later, the acting director Liu Huanglong also went about his business alone every day.

When Yuan Weihong was the ward director, only Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo could occasionally enter the director's office. Even Qin Geluo and the others did not dare to easily push open the door to ask Yuan Weihong for tea.

A few years ago, Yuan Weihong was the "big brother" that Qin Geluo and the others talked about...

As the noise outside gradually subsided, Fang Ziye's thoughts slowly drifted back to reality.

Fang Ziye had finished his bowl of hot dry noodles and was feeling a little dry, so he simply made himself a cup of tea. Then, he turned on the computer in the director's office to check the number of hospitalized patients and the beds scheduled for surgery that day.

There are a total of 64 beds available, and nearly 50 patients are currently hospitalized.

Although the other beds are empty, they will be gradually occupied.

Patients in Professor Zeng Duoqin's bone disease group are all waiting for the results of the biopsy. Once the diagnosis is clear, the treatment plan will be determined.

Some people chose to be discharged and wait, while others chose to remain hospitalized and wait...

Professor Wang Zongkai's team plans to perform three surgeries today, two of which are transposition surgeries, and only one is a functional reconstruction surgery, which was requested for Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye's team also performed three surgeries.

Therefore, Fang Ziye needs to switch from the trauma surgery operating room to the hand surgery operating room during the surgical cycle to complete the key operation of functional reconstruction, and then switch back to the trauma surgery operating room to lead the team to start the operation.

"Professor Wang Zongkai is, after all, an associate professor of hand surgery. He has performed many functional reconstruction surgeries under the guidance of Professor Liu Huanglong. He is definitely not a problem with exposure when performing critical procedures."

"There's no need to worry too much..."

"Tap tap tap! Senior brother." Lan Tianlu knocked on the door.

"Come in," Fang Ziye said, looking at the medical record.

Lan Tianluo quickly pushed open the door and entered, looking at his notebook, and said, "Senior brother, Professor Wang Zongkai previously instructed that their group could complete the first unit around 11 o'clock tomorrow, and then have 40 minutes of turnaround time."

"Around 1:20, you can go over and take over the operation. It's our group's first surgery, and it's expected to finish around 12:40."

"After stepping down, I can still have lunch."

"After you step down, Senior Brother, Brother Li Nuo and the others will need to wrap things up for another hour, with about forty minutes for lunch in between."

"Therefore, the second surgery is expected to begin at 3 p.m. this afternoon."

"Senior, you have one hour and forty minutes to two hours to complete the key operations of Professor Wang's group's functional reconstruction surgery." Lan Tianluo meticulously took on the role of the group's chief steward.

"Tianluo, thank you. But you don't need to think about so many details all the time, otherwise you'll get very tired."

"I will make my own schedule." Fang Ziye was somewhat touched, but also hoped that Lan Tianlu could be in better condition.

The hospital stay was tough; we ate and slept in the ward, and didn't even have a chance to change our clothes.

The 'disposable underwear' that Fang Ziye suffered from before is now also a resource of Tianluo.

Although Tong Hua was more relaxed than Luo Tingzhu was back then, and didn't have as many experiments in the laboratory, after all, she was a practicing doctor, she didn't have as much time as Luo Tingzhu did before, and the distance between them was too great.

Moreover, even if he had more time, Lan Tianluo would be too embarrassed to ask someone to "do his laundry" for a whole year.

Lan Tianluo will most likely have to maintain perfect attendance throughout his year of hospitalization.

"It's alright, senior brother, this is just the beginning."

"The new hospital has just opened, and there are very few patients requiring consultation, so I don't need to go for consultations."

"The few that occasionally appeared, Tian Yao and Feng Junfeng helped run away," Lan Tianluo said.

"Not bad, you've already won over the chief resident's henchman so quickly." Fang Ziye smiled.

Lan Tianlu sniffed: "Strictly speaking, they should call me 'Uncle-Master,' and it's only natural for me to ask them to do things."

Fang Ziye raised his wrist to check the time and said, "While there's still some time, go outside and count the number of people."

"Without rules, nothing can be accomplished. Unless there is a special emergency, all those who are late should be noted down."

"I'll speak with them separately later," Fang Ziye said, his tone growing increasingly cold.

Resident physicians are not forbidden from being late, but they need a valid reason. If you don't have one, then that's your own problem.

We're all adults. If it's a simple mistake like oversleeping, then we have to take responsibility for it ourselves.

The atmosphere in any clinical department should not be too relaxed.

Previously, Fang Ziye wasn't the ward director, so he could ignore the atmosphere. But now that he is, he needs to tighten up on some bottom-line issues.

"Ding-dong!" Fang Ziye's phone rang.

It was a message from Feng Junfeng.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately stood up: "Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing and Senior Brother Su Xiao are coming up. I need to go and greet them. You can go to the office."

“Okay!” Lan Tianluo wasn’t familiar with Sun Shaoqing and Su Xiao, and was also the chief resident and chief supervising resident physician, so there was no need for him to go with Fang Ziye to pick them up.

……

Fang Ziye had only walked to the entrance of the ward when Feng Junfeng and the other two came out of the elevator.

As Sun Shaoqing walked briskly forward, he opened his arms and said in a cheerful voice, "Director Fang, hello Director Fang."

"Senior Brother Sun, go ahead and eat as many bamboo shoots as you like. I love bamboo shoots," Fang Ziye said.

Su Xiao also recognized Fang Ziye. After Fang Ziye and Sun Shaoqing finished hugging, Su Xiao reached out and said, "Ziye!"

"Teacher Su." Fang Ziye quickly shook hands with Su Xiao.

Su Xiao didn't dwell on it: "Then let's each pay our own. In formal settings, I'll call you Director Fang, and in private, you can call me Brother Su."

It had been a year since Fang Ziye last visited Yishi.

"Senior Brother Sun, Teacher Su, have you had breakfast yet?" Fang Ziye asked.

"We've already eaten. Now we'll share an apartment."

"It's right across from the hospital. I bought two bowls of noodles and rushed over."

"Director Fang, we're here. Do you need us to prepare a bed for us?" Sun Shaoqing asked.

"Yes!!" Fang Ziye laughed heartily.

The 'status' of visiting doctors at Zhongnan Hospital is equivalent to that of professional master's degree holders, and they are required to be in charge of patient care.

Otherwise, other attending physicians won't have the opportunity to perform surgeries on their assigned beds, and the visiting physicians will have complaints if they have to perform every surgery.

"Get lost, you really don't give me any face at all." Sun Shaoqing patted Fang Ziye on the shoulder, followed him into the ward, looking around and nodding frequently.
"The new ward looks more modern and pleasing to the eye than the old ward. All the equipment is new, which makes me feel much better."

Fang Ziye said, "Senior Brother Sun, Professor Su's department has been like this for a long time. It's our orthopedic building that's too old."

"More than 20 years have passed, and you still look the same. How can you not look old?"

"However, the ward is like wine; the older it is, the purer its flavor."

"Senior Brother Sun, Professor Su, I have already reported our group's surgical schedule to you."

"It's a pity you were too busy to participate in the preoperative discussion. If you have any good suggestions or ideas, please remember to share them," Fang Ziye said politely.

"Get lost! We're here to learn, where would we get any good ideas?"

Sun Shaoqing said, "If I had a good idea, it would be for you, Fang Ziye, to come and study with me."

"Fang Ziye, now that you're the director, you've become increasingly dishonest, and now you're starting to be hypocritical."

The group then stepped into the doctor's office...

However, before Fang Ziye could even sit down, the phone rang.

Upon hearing this, Su Xiao immediately said, "Ziye, you go ahead with your work. Let's familiarize ourselves with the environment and get acquainted with the system while we're at it."

"I've been gone for almost twenty years, and I've long forgotten how to operate the system here."

“Senior Brother Su, I’m quite familiar with him…” Sun Shaoqing immediately huddled around Su Xiao, as if he were an ‘outsider’. Yes, he still had a sense of boundaries to some extent.

Fang Ziye felt a pang of bitterness, but he couldn't dwell on it.

"Jiehan, what's up?" Fang Ziye answered the phone, walked to the window, and put one hand behind his back.

"Senior, the patients in the ward are arguing again. Quite a few are clamoring to be transferred to the new ward."

"Both Master and Professor Gong looked extremely grim," Jie Han said in a low voice.

At the same time, Fang Ziye also noticed the noisy sounds coming from Jie Han's side.

“Weren’t these things already agreed upon? We told them about them when they were hospitalized,” Fang Ziye said.

"What's gotten into him now?" Jie Han said, "Last week, Professor Han Yuanxiao performed a surgery, and the patient's steel plate broke after the operation. Now he has to go back to the hospital for a second surgery."

"So some people in the department are feeling uneasy."

Fang Ziye's brows furrowed instantly: "This is impossible! Professor Han doesn't have any technical flaws, does he?"

Yuan Weihong is certainly excellent, but he has not yet reached the level where he can surpass Han Yuanxiao.

Under Fang Ziye's leadership, the surgical procedures in the department were standardized again. Yuan Weihong's surgical quality was quite good, so it was impossible for Han Yuanxiao to make a mistake.

"Senior, it's not a technical problem, it's a problem with the equipment."

“A defective product accidentally got in; that steel plate should have been a sample. Professor Han was furious yesterday.”

"Although the patients' anger subsided after the surgery, the other patients couldn't accept the result and assumed it was a technical problem," Jie Han said.

"Why am I so unlucky?" Fang Ziye frowned.

This is a basic error, but it has occurred more than once in clinical practice.

A sample is a sample, and a finished product is a finished product, but mistakes can happen during the packaging and logistics process.

If you make one mistake, whoever gets caught in it is unlucky.

While the medical device company will voluntarily assume all responsibility, some additional impacts are certainly impossible to eliminate.

For example, panic in the ward.

"That was just a coincidence."

"Master, Professor Han, Professor Gong and several others are calming the patient down, and Teacher Deng has also arrived."

“I just wanted to let you know, because based on my speculation, Master might send a batch of patients over to your side to quell this matter,” Jie Han said.

Fang Ziye took a deep breath: "Transferring to another hospital, the procedures are all in order, there shouldn't be any problem."

"However, the quantity cannot be too many. You can tell your master that one or two is fine with me."

"But if there are too many, I can't handle the pressure."

Han Yuanxiao was really unlucky; even drinking water got stuck between his teeth.

He just returned to clinical practice to perform surgeries and then this happened. He must be incredibly frustrated.

If it's truly a technical issue, then that's fine.

Doctors cannot control such basic errors. Doctors are only responsible for performing surgery; the quality of products should be controlled before they enter the hospital.

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he heard the crowd moving toward Jie Han, and Deng Yong's voice was particularly stern: "The process of seeking medical treatment is all about mutual consent."

"If you want to be discharged and seek treatment elsewhere, that is your right. You just need to sign the discharge papers to complete the procedures."

"However, it is impossible for you to be transferred to a new ward in the new hospital area."

"The new campus has its own patients, and this campus has its own patients. If you want to go there, you can, but you'll have to queue up again!"

"If you don't want to wait in line, just get discharged and register again for an outpatient appointment!!"

"Don't tell me you're here for someone else. We outpatient doctors have already explained some things to you."

"It's not that I'm only telling you now that Professor Fang, whom you're looking for, will be going to the new campus."

“We’ve said it before: if you want to come for treatment, we will admit you; if you still want to see Professor Fang, you can continue to insist. That’s your right and freedom.”

"What are they all doing making a scene now?" Deng Yong asked.

At this moment, a very discordant voice emerged: "We thought that even if the technique wasn't that good, it couldn't be that bad, right?"

“But yesterday, one of our patients had his steel plate break, and he was rushed back into the operating room.”

"Who would believe such surgical techniques?"

Han Yuanxiao's voice, which sounded like a spasm in his varicocele, came through: "The patient in our group whose steel plate broke was an accident, a very, very small, low-probability event."

"You're the surgeon in charge. Who knows if you're just trying to shirk responsibility by talking nonsense here?"

"Professor Fang has never encountered this situation before when performing surgery, and none of the other professors have experienced it."

"You're the only one who encountered such a low-probability event?"

"Then why don't you buy a lottery ticket? If you win, you'll be financially independent..." The fellow patient seemed to show no respect for Han Yuanxiao.

Han Yuanxiao hadn't appeared in the department for a long time, nor did he see patients in the outpatient clinic. He wasn't a well-known professor, so he didn't have much influence.

That's where the conversation ended.

It must have been Jie Han who hung up the phone.

Fang Ziye listened to everything without saying a word, his expression showing a slight sense of unease.

Although the department had made advance preparations for the personnel changes, it still failed to consider various aspects, such as the low probability of such an event occurring at a critical juncture.

Fang Ziye thought for a while before sending a message to Yuan Weihong: "Master, please tell the patients in the ward that my outpatient hours have been changed to Tuesdays."

"But I can come over on Thursdays and Saturdays to perform a few surgeries. If any patients are willing to wait for me, please ask them to wait for me. I thank them for their kindness."

"Those who are willing to be transferred to the new ward should hurry up and line up, or go through the transfer procedures and line up. Once our ward has a bed, you can have the surgery as soon as possible."

Fang Ziye did not make things difficult for Yuan Weihong and the others.

At this point, he needed to step in and appease the situation, so Fang Ziye had no choice but to sacrifice his own "rest" time!
Running between two places is unavoidable.

The surgery days here are Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The outpatient clinic is on Tuesdays, so Fang Ziye can only spare time on Thursdays and Saturdays.

With one Sunday left, Fang Ziye still planned to keep it for himself.

Otherwise, there would be no life at all.

Yuan Weihong did not reply immediately.

Fang Ziye's shift handover officially began. After the handover was completed, the head nurse did not give any special instructions, but simply said, "At the first hospital weekly meeting last week, Dean Liao specifically emphasized the issue of medical safety."

"As our new hospital campus is newly established, we must pay extra attention to medical safety. I hope that all doctors and professors can be even more meticulous in this regard..."

"Our nursing department needs to pay extra attention to making sure we remember the time for each task very clearly, and that postoperative care is done properly."

After Huang Xiaowei finished speaking, Fang Ziye said, "Medical safety can never be taken too seriously. Safety is the foundation of clinical tasks, and doing a good job in safety is the most basic duty."

"Therefore, our medical orders must be detailed, and the attending physician's procedures for changing dressings must also be meticulous."

"It is especially important that no one leaves their post without permission. I'm making this clear upfront."

"No matter who it is, if they leave their post without permission, we will hold them accountable from within, even if nothing happens."

"If something goes wrong, you may have to bear the corresponding responsibility!"

"These are all old news."

"Next, there's one more thing I need to explain to the head nurse."

“Recently, some patients from the old hospital area may come to make appointments for hospitalization, and you will have to wait in line to process them. If there are any applications from patients from the old hospital area to transfer to other departments, the answer should always be that there are no beds available.”

"Whether a patient meets the criteria for transfer to another department is determined by the head of the old ward and then by the head of the new ward before the transfer can be approved."

"Head Nurse, and all the head nurses, have you made sure you understood?"

Although Huang Xiaowei didn't know what had happened, Fang Ziye spoke so seriously that she nodded and said, "Okay, Director Fang."

Fang Ziye then smiled and said, "Now, I'd like to introduce two new colleagues to everyone. They are both my senior colleagues and my teachers. They will be learning with us in the department from now on."

"This is a rare opportunity."

"Director Su Xiao, the director of orthopedics at Yishi People's Hospital, is my senior brother!"

"Dr. Sun Shaoqing, my senior colleague, my good brother, and my mentor in my profession. He is also a benefactor I will be grateful to for the rest of my life!"

"I hope everyone can give a warm welcome to my elder brother and my teacher!" Fang Ziye led the applause, displaying a bit of the demeanor of a director, but without being overly serious.

Su Xiao and Sun Shaoqing simply smiled and introduced themselves before blending into the crowd.

Fang Ziye gave them face, and they didn't really think they were "awesome"!

This time, I'm here to learn, not just to catch up, and certainly not to use Fang Ziye as a stepping stone to show off. I'm here to relax for a while.

After learning the techniques from Fang Ziye, Su Xiao felt that he could make a shot at the position of Standing Committee Member of the Hubei Provincial Trauma Surgery Association.

As for Sun Shaoqing, if he can truly complete his studies and return home, he will become the 'leader' of the functional reconstruction team!
"Nothing else to report. It's a new week, and everyone's quite busy. Professor Wang still has outpatient clinic hours, so let's start our ward rounds and prepare for surgery," Fang Ziye concluded the handover briefly.

Wang Zongkai was the first to stand up.

He was supposed to be seeing patients in the outpatient clinic today, but since it was the first Monday shift handover in the ward, he still came to participate.

It's normal for him to be a dozen minutes late for his outpatient appointments, since he's not a full-time outpatient physician.

After that, Fang Ziye quickly led his team toward the ward.

However, Fang Ziye's phone rang again just a few steps away. This time it was his teacher, Yuan Weihong, calling personally.

Fang Ziye paused slightly. "Master Nuo, Tian Luo, you two take your men and go check the rooms first."

"Senior Brother Sun, Teacher Su, I need to take this call."

Without waiting for a response, Fang Ziye turned around and answered the call: "Master!~"

"Ziye, this time you might really have to go back to the main campus."

"We've run into some trouble here, you probably already know that."

"The matter has escalated to the medical affairs department, and their stance is that the patient's autonomy should be respected to a certain extent..." Yuan Weihong's voice was grave.

Fang Ziye felt a chill run down his spine after hearing this and asked, "Is there someone with special connections?"

"It's not just a matter of connections; the steel plate breaking at this critical juncture is a medical malpractice!"

"It's all about who's unlucky," Yuan Weihong said.

Fang Ziye replied without hesitation, "Master, is there anything I can do? Should I come back now?"

"I have surgery scheduled for today."

Fang Ziye took the initiative to step forward, and he would not shirk his responsibilities if the department needed his cooperation in solving problems.

"Of course not now. Your surgery is the most important thing. You should come back after your surgery."

"We will also solve problems, but there are many ways to solve problems."

“We should try to choose the best option. If things really escalate to the point of public outrage, it will be difficult to resolve,” Yuan Weihong said.

"Yes, Master." Fang Ziye replied.

If we send him there now, it will certainly help solve the problem in this hospital area, but we won't be able to explain it to Fang Ziye.

"Go ahead and do your thing. I just called to let you know," Yuan Weihong said, hanging up first.

Fang Ziye didn't feel much satisfaction after putting down his phone. He would think that if he encountered something like this once, it was because of his outstanding abilities that he was needed.

After encountering the problem two or three times, Fang Ziye could only think about how to solve it.

Even if it seems like there's no solution, we still have to find a way to solve it.

After Fang Ziye arrived at the ward, he took over the rhythm of the ward rounds.

Fang Ziye had already thoroughly understood these patients during his outpatient visits. Now, his task in the ward was to conduct preoperative examinations and screen for contraindications to surgery...

Neither bed 1 nor bed 2 has any special circumstances. Bed 1 is scheduled for surgery today, and bed 2's surgery is scheduled for Wednesday. We were already aware of this beforehand.

However, after Hu Qingyuan reported the examination results to Fang Ziye and the others again when they reached bed 3, Fang Ziye carefully picked up his medical record and looked through it before turning to the little boy's parents and saying:

"You've all seen these test results, haven't you? Our Dr. Hu should have explained them to you, right?"

Currently, there aren't many people in the group who are in charge of patient care, but Hu Qingyuan, Tian Yao, and others are.

Subsequently, as the number of patients increased, Sun Shaoqing participated in the management of each patient's bed.

As for Brother Su Xiao, he's already quite old and is the chief of orthopedics at a prefecture-level city hospital, so it's not really appropriate to have him manage patients anymore.

"Professor Fang, Dr. Hu has said so, but this can't be dragged on any longer, can it?"

“My child is already twelve years old and will soon be entering puberty.”

"I specifically took leave to come and accompany him to the doctor." The boy's father's expression and tone were flustered.

“I understand how you feel, but surgery is not a trivial matter. You choose to have surgery so that you can have a better life and better health.”

"Surgery should not be seen as the only solution to the problem."

"Since the situation isn't very good right now, let's adjust it slowly for now."

“I didn’t expect the anemia to be this severe,” Fang Ziye said.

The little boy was twelve years old and looked chubby, but his right knee joint was completely stiff.

The joints must be stiff, and the muscles must be adhered. Functional reconstruction surgery is imperative. But Fang Ziye did not expect that such a chubby little boy would have anemia and blood-related diseases.

"Professor Fang, what should we do now?" The child's father understood what Fang Ziye meant.

If we treat surgery as a solution to a problem, disregarding the child's life and death, how irresponsible would that be?

"It's so hard to get an appointment here, and the waiting time for hospitalization is so long."

"If we leave... we don't know how long we'll have to wait in line again."

Fang Ziye nodded: "I know this is difficult, but right now, you must first be hospitalized in the hematology department for a more comprehensive examination."

"This kind of anemia is not a trivial matter."

Fang Ziye turned to ask, "What was the hematology department's consultation opinion?"

Hu Qingyuan said, "The general consultation of the inpatient department recommends that we transfer the patient to the hematology outpatient department for examination or to another department for treatment. For now, we will temporarily treat the patient with iron and folic acid supplementation."

"The specific cause still needs further investigation."

"Then let's transfer there. The hematology department should have enough beds now. Let's get our bodies in good condition first," Fang Ziye said.

For patients who cannot undergo surgery and require gradual recuperation, there is not much point in staying in the trauma surgery department.

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he led his team away.

The boy's father chased after them, and only when he reached the ward door did he honestly rub his hair and whisper, "Professor Fang, the key issue is that if we go to other places for hospitalization, the surgery fees might not be enough."

"For me in a short time?"

"What should we do?"

Fang Ziye pursed his lips: "Life safety is the top priority. With such severe anemia, how can we perform surgery? In this condition, the wound may not even be able to heal properly after the operation."

"Growing rice in the desert? We don't have that technology!"

"Not to mention, if such a situation were to reach the operating room, they might not even be able to save face."

"This has nothing to do with whether your family is well-off or not. Even if your family is well-off, you still have to get your anemia corrected to a certain extent first."

There was another point that Fang Ziye didn't explicitly say: such anemia cannot be cured in just one or two months.

"We've always fed our child well, so how did this happen?" the child's father murmured.

However, Fang Ziye had no way to answer such a question.

Illness does not discriminate against people.

……

After finishing his rounds, Fang Ziye specifically instructed the team before heading into the operating room: "Hu Qingyuan, we still need to explain things to this patient in bed number 3."

“His family is not well-off, and his child’s anemia problem may take a long time to resolve. You mainly need to explain his situation and the risks associated with the surgery.”

"Whether he is willing to take the risk or not, you must make it clear that in this situation, we are absolutely unwilling to take the risk with him."

"When you encounter a problem, you should never solve it in a simple and crude way."

Hu Qingyuan nodded upon hearing this. He had never experienced anything like this before, so he could only listen to Fang Ziye.

After leaving the department, Su Xiao said, "Actually, this kind of disease is not difficult to treat if you have money, but if you don't have money, it's a serious disease no matter what the situation is."

"You'll encounter many of these in city-level and county-level hospitals."

“Some elderly people are reluctant to spend even five thousand yuan, or may not be able to afford it.”

"But at this time, the worst thing you can do is to act rashly out of kindness!" Su Xiao, perhaps thinking Fang Ziye was relatively young, offered this advice as someone with experience. (End of Chapter)