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Fang Ziye's first reaction upon seeing the three was that they were "overshadowing their master," but he quickly dismissed that thought. It was still uncertain who among the four was truly the "master"...

"Master, Teacher Gong, Teacher Han," Fang Ziye called out as he closed the door.

Han Yuanxiao was the first to stand up and move towards Fang Ziye: "Ziye, you're here. I'm so sorry to have caused you so much trouble this time."

Fang Ziye didn't reply to Han Yuanxiao, but asked first, "Master, Teacher Gong, is everything alright?"

Although Deng Yong was the chief director, he couldn't speak up at this moment. His appointment as the chief director of orthopedics was something Gong Jiahe didn't want to argue about.

Even in the general surgery department, Deng Yong would have to listen to Gong Jiahe.

“There was no physical conflict, but we did call some other patients and discussed it together many times.”

"The current situation is not easy to handle."

Gong Jiahe spoke calmly, without blaming Fang Ziye.

Functional reconstruction techniques were perfected by Fang Ziye, making this procedure a popular choice among many orthopedic surgeries.

Therefore, it is only natural that Fang Ziye's technology is relatively better.

After Gong Jiahe arrived at Zhongnan Hospital, he also learned about the hospital's 'history'. Under the circumstances at the time, Fang Ziye had no choice but to rush back to take charge of the overall situation.

However, every choice has its advantages and disadvantages.

The advantage is that the situation in trauma surgery has stabilized, and the attempt by other subspecialties to dominate has not occurred. The disadvantage is that Fang Ziye's departure will cause long-term consequences.

To resolve such aftereffects, a painful period must be faced.

"The result of my discussion with Deng Yong is that you have to take away some of the patients who only recognize you, Fang Ziye, and you also have to arrange for them to be hospitalized in parallel."

"Or Fang Ziye, you could take some time to come here and perform surgery for a while, and clear out this group of patients."

"We are now in the outpatient department, continuing to warn subsequent patients and explain the situation clearly to them."

“But this will take a considerable amount of time,” Gong Jiahe said.

The inpatient appointment system will cause a time delay for outpatients and inpatients.

Explaining this clearly to the patients who sought medical treatment during this period is not a simple matter.

Many people, in order to improve the postoperative quality of surgery, would rather wait than settle for a less desirable option.

Those who can afford to endure this are mostly from well-off families; they are either rich or influential.

The awkward thing is that when Fang Ziye was in the department, his attitude was too tough, leaving no room for these people to take advantage of him, and no one dared to offend the public.

So, if the Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital violates the rules while they are following them, the anger of others will be extremely intense.

This is now the backlash against the previous policy of "not allowing queue cutting"!

Why did Fang Ziye leave while we were patiently waiting in line? Does he have no sense of rules?

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye nodded: "I know, Teacher Gong. I will try my best to explain this matter to them later."

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he didn't give Gong Jiahe a chance to respond, and continued, "Director Gong, Director Deng, I learned about this matter this morning."

"I've also been thinking about how to fundamentally solve this problem."

"Although it wasn't a long time, I made my final decision by noon!"

"Therefore, I would like to ask Director Gong and Director Deng to formally submit a written document to our hospital's medical affairs department."

"I have already written the content of the materials."

Gong Jiahe was alright, but when Deng Yong heard Fang Ziye call him Director Deng, his eyes bulged out by at least three millimeters!

"Fang Ziye, what have you written! You can't do anything like this again!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye smiled and nodded: "Master, of course I won't do anything reckless."

“I feel that it’s time for me to put down this technique.”

"Therefore, I hope that you, Master, and Director Gong can officially announce on the official website in the name of the Department of Orthopedics that Professor Fang Ziye of the Department of Orthopedics and Trauma Surgery has been ordered by the department to undertake the research and development of standard treatment plans for new diseases due to the development needs of the Department of Orthopedics."

"From now on, I will officially announce to all patients who come to my clinic that I will no longer perform limb-sparing surgery and functional reconstruction surgery for lesions."

As the saying goes, "It's not scarcity that's worrisome, but inequality!"

"The advancements in limb salvage and functional reconstruction surgery have reached a point where there's no longer a need for someone like Fang Ziye to continue their work!"

Deng Yong rejected Fang Ziye's suggestion without even thinking: "That's utter nonsense!"

If Fang Ziye does not continue to perform limb-sparing and functional reconstruction surgeries for traumatic injuries, then the advantages accumulated by the Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital will not be so significant.

"Fang Ziye, do you know what you're saying?" Deng Yong looked at Fang Ziye.

It wouldn't be impossible for Fang Ziye to stop performing this surgical procedure and announce a ban on 'single-procedure' surgery.

Clinicians have the right to choose what surgeries they want to undergo and what surgeries they don't want to undergo.

Hospitals cannot refuse to treat patients, but surgeons can adjust the surgical procedure based on their own professional priorities, which is perfectly reasonable.

Currently, medical system reforms are continuously pushing the treatment of certain diseases to lower levels, which is exactly what this is doing.

You're making professors from the general surgery departments of Peking Union Medical College Hospital and West China Hospital perform appendectomies every day, and people even specifically request them to do it, so they have to. Isn't that a waste of their talents?

“Master, I know that, and I have also given it much thought.”

"This is my decision. Regardless of whether the hospital makes such an announcement, I will tell my outpatients the truth," Fang Ziye said.
"I'm at peace with myself. I don't feel like I've wronged anyone," Fang Ziye said calmly.

Fang Ziye knew that he was not in a martial arts world, nor did he have any concept of martial arts, immortality, or chivalry.

However, in reality, Fang Ziye himself has his own unique understanding of medicine.

Gong Jiahe lowered his head in silence, drawing circles on the table with his right index finger.

Professor Han Yuanxiao brought Fang Ziye a cup of hot tea. After putting it down, Han Yuanxiao kept licking his dry lips, wanting to say something but stopping himself many times.

Only Deng Yong, after a moment of stunned silence, began to retort: ​​"Fang Ziye, why would you give up the surgery you're best at?"

"What makes you so confident? This is your expertise, your strength, your foundation!"

"This is your label, your unique characteristic. If you give it up, it means you've given up on yourself."

Fang Ziye came to Deng Yong's side, patted Deng Yong's shoulder, and interrupted him with a gentle gaze and calm tone: "Master, calm down, please let me explain."

Deng Yong picked up his teacup, which was no longer hot, and drank it all. He chewed the tea leaves between his teeth, looked at Fang Ziye, and tasted the astringency of the tea leaves on his tongue while sniffing.

In this world, doctors are amazing because they can do what others can't!

What everyone is pursuing is being able to do what others cannot; that's called professionalism, that's the pinnacle of the industry.

Fang Ziye has finally reached this point, but he wants to give it up. What's with this act of arrogance?
This is a technique that Fang Ziye can use for a lifetime.

Even if anyone else enters this field, as long as Fang Ziye is around, everyone else will be a follower, and Fang Ziye can comfortably establish his own school of thought...

Fang Ziye said he wanted to give up.

This is no less significant than when Zhang Sanfeng, in his youth, after comprehending Tai Chi, chose not to establish Wudang, leaving the martial arts world without the Wudang sect.

Guo Jing's daughter also stopped becoming a nun, so the Emei sect no longer exists in the world of martial arts...

Or, to put it another way, in the world of martial arts, a hundred Wudang sects and two hundred self-proclaimed "Emei" sects fight each other.

That's not how the script was written.

Fang Ziye calmly replied, "Master, it's because I'm still young!"

“I’m only 31 years old this year, and I don’t want to be confined to these two techniques for the rest of my life, immersed in this comfort zone.”

"In the past, I enjoyed the happiness of being able to bring health to my patients."

"But now I've become a bit arrogant."

"I not only want to bring health to patients suffering from functional disorders, but I also want to do more for patients with other diseases."

"I might even consider doing something in other surgical fields when I'm forty, and not be completely confined to orthopedics..."

“I didn’t do this before because I wasn’t capable enough. I could only make a living from this profession; it’s my foundation.”

“From now on, my roots will still be here, but now that I have the ability, I can’t be too complacent.”

Fang Ziye then slightly cupped his hands in a gesture of respect: "After Academician Chen Zhongwei passed away, the technique of limb replantation did not regress. Instead, it has continued to improve and develop over time, leading to the prosperous state we see today."

"The hand surgery departments of prefecture-level city hospitals can all perform limb replantation surgery. Nowadays, patients with severed limbs can still recover even without Academician Chen."

Whether or not I, as a practitioner, perform these two techniques will not have a significant impact on the development and prosperity of this particular technique!

"Besides, I've already done what I should and could do. Is it wrong for me to use the remaining time to do what I want?"

I don't think so.

"The meaning of life lies in constantly stepping out of your comfort zone and constantly challenging yourself. At least that's how I understand it, because I'm still young."

After saying this, Fang Ziye calmed down again: "Of course, my choice is also the best way to completely solve the current problem."

"Even without my expertise in functional reconstruction and limb-sparing surgeries, our hospital's trauma surgery department remains among the best in the country!"

"I'm performing these two techniques, and it's nothing more than that."

"Why should I be such an oddball, putting my teachers in such a dilemma?"

"Actually, I've had this idea in my mind for a long time, but I just haven't found the right opportunity!"

Fang Ziye is a person, and a rather intelligent one at that, so he can't just let a phenomenon exist without thinking of a solution.

Clearly, at this point, choosing to descend the mountain and sever ties is the best option.

Without Fang Ziye's functional reconstruction and limb-preserving techniques, a diverse range of approaches and a vibrant, competitive landscape would truly emerge.

“Master, you must believe me. Although what I’m saying now may sound a bit aloof, it’s not inappropriate at all.” Fang Ziye’s tone was firm, and his gaze was resolute.

There are many ways to descend the mountain: some leave as the sun sets, some simply walk away, and some ascend to immortality.

Fang Ziye did not descend the mountain in his old age, so it is not shameful for him.

After swallowing the tea leaves, Deng Yong's tongue scraped against the inside of his mouth, pushing up his left cheek and making his mouth slightly crooked.

Fang Ziye's actions were not impulsive; rather, they were based on sound reasoning and were intended to resolve the issue.

"Fang Ziye, you'd better think this through. If you make this choice, you might end up with a bad reputation if you try to do anything else later!" Deng Yong warned.

Deng Yong's subtext was that Fang Ziye, living a carefree life comes at a price.

“Master, if one day I really can’t afford to eat and have to go back to the old ways, what does it matter if others scold me compared to having food?”

"Besides, even if I come back, I'll still be standing on the mountain!"

"People who criticize me only dare to do it behind my back. Now there are many more people criticizing me behind my back, but it doesn't affect anything."

"I'm very thick-skinned." Fang Ziye had already thought of all his escape routes.

I've announced I won't be doing this kind of surgery anymore. If I really come back to do it someday, who will dare say I'm not capable?

At most, they'll say you broke your promise.

In the entertainment industry, there are many people who say they want to retire but then make a comeback, or even enter and leave the industry several times.

In the entertainment industry, people rely on their fame to make a living, while surgeons rely on their skills.

Faced with such a significant decision by Fang Ziye, Han Yuanxiao and Gong Jiahe dared not speak, for fear of influencing Fang Ziye's decision.

This kind of decision requires a great deal of courage and could even affect Fang Ziye for most of his life.

Deng Yong fell completely silent, and his expression gradually returned to calm.

Although he didn't make a statement, at least he didn't lose his temper again.

After a long pause, Deng Yong finally nodded: "Alright, but this won't solve the immediate problem. You still need to deal with this batch of patients."

Fang Ziye replied, "Master, that's not necessarily true!"

"Perhaps if you send out the notice tonight, many patients will stop making a fuss the next day?"

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong's eyes flashed, and he looked Fang Ziye up and down.

Gong Jiahe also cast a malicious glance at Han Yuanxiao, who, perhaps not as perceptive as Deng Yong and Gong Jiahe, also realized that Fang Ziye was a bit wicked.

At this point, Fang Ziye chose to stop performing these two surgeries, which means that people in the future will no longer be able to benefit from Fang Ziye's technology.

Perhaps the original reason was Fang Ziye's job transfer, but the trigger was today's "coercion"!

In such a situation, someone might try to keep Fang Ziye in order to continue having him take the initiative to deal with the person who raised the issue.

No one can openly force a surgeon to perform a certain operation!
We had no choice but to force him to avoid any surgeries.

You can prevent someone from performing certain surgeries, but you can't force someone to know how to perform certain surgeries. This is a very basic principle.

Moreover, Fang Ziye now has the backing of the sanatorium, so ordinary people can't afford to mess with him. And some common "coercion" incidents simply can't happen to Fang Ziye directly.

This solution, rather than forcing Fang Ziye to back down and temporarily move the department's patients to the new hospital for surgery to appease short-term public anger, fundamentally resolves the long-term consequences.

Therefore, Deng Yong and Gong Jiahe seemed to have no reason to refuse.

Professor Gong Jiahe finally spoke up: "Professor Deng, shall we make a phone call?"

"Issue an announcement first, then submit the required materials?"

Deng Yong nodded: "Okay!"

"This is our internal orthopedics department's responsibility. As it's a hospital job assignment, we can issue a notice first and then submit the materials later."

"You don't even need to replenish it."

The internal job arrangement within the orthopedics department can be agreed upon by the department itself.

Fang Ziye is no longer responsible for functional reconstruction surgery, or rather, he is no longer responsible for the types of functional impairments. This is something that the orthopedics department can decide on its own, and even the medical affairs department and the hospital cannot control.

When Deng Yong, representing the orthopedics department, called the medical affairs department, Xiong Hanzhong, who answered the phone, was stunned. His instinctive reaction was the same as Deng Yong's: he quickly tried to stop him, saying, "Director Deng, what's going on?"

"Was today's work too stressful?"

"If all else fails, we can discuss it further together. Professor Fang permanently halting this surgical procedure right now isn't the best option!"

Xiong Hanzhong works in the Medical Affairs Department. Although the Medical Affairs Department is not a clinical department, it has the authority to access the 'real data' of many patients in the hospital!
While a regular doctor in the ward may not know the patient's basic information, the patient's health information still needs to be archived and processed, and the medical affairs department is aware of the relevant information.

Therefore, the medical affairs department can obtain some clues about the codes, at least knowing which codes correspond to which units.

Fang Ziye has now ruined a very good project at Zhongnan Hospital. Isn't this going to take away the "lifeline" of many people?

"Director Xiong, this is a decision that was carefully discussed and agreed upon by Director Gong, Director Fang, and me."

"In our orthopedic trauma surgery department, in addition to Director Fang, several other professors are already proficient in and skilled in these two surgical techniques."

"However, the development of a specialized field cannot be without pioneers."

"Director Fang is the one who leads the charge in our orthopedics department. A comprehensive hospital cannot become a specialist hospital for one or two diseases."

"Therefore, Director Xiong, we hope the Medical Affairs Department and the Hospital Office can understand and issue a statement on behalf of our Orthopedics Department to prove that this is a normal work schedule of our hospital," Deng Yong said.

Deng Yong spoke casually, but Xiong Hanzhong was internally screaming: "Director Deng, this matter is of great importance. I need to report to Dean Wang before making a decision."

"Director Xiong, this is an internal matter for our orthopedics department. Whatever the outcome of your consultation with Dean Wang, we will make this decision!"

"Development and innovation are the only way for every specialty to develop." Once Deng Yong makes a decision, he fires a barrage of criticism.

Xiong Hanzhong still insisted that he would go and ask for advice...

After hanging up the phone, the four people in the office exchanged glances and then said nothing more.

Then, the four people filed out of the office one after another.

In the doctor's office, several patients and their family representatives were sitting together, chatting with Qin Geluo and his team, discussing solutions to the problem.

After Fang Ziye, Deng Yong, and the others entered, Qin Geluo and others, along with representatives of the patients' families, all stood up.

After meeting and getting to know each other briefly.

Fang Ziye then said, "Dear patients, thank you for your recognition and for your trust in me, Fang Ziye."

"Due to a job transfer, I was moved to the new hospital campus and was unable to perform the surgery for you. I truly regret that I did not consider this carefully!"

"So, I've decided to announce something: from now on, I will no longer perform either of these two surgeries."

"I will turn my attention to researching new treatment options for this disease."

Fang Ziye's words completely stunned everyone.

No, that's not how the script and logical structure of TM are written, is it?
What do you mean by saying you will never have these two surgeries again?
Oh, so you think we mean that if you did a good job with the surgery, it was a mistake, so you're not going to sit down anymore?
This decision is explosive.

"Professor Fang, this won't do."

"You? How could you?" The middle-aged man with a large belly standing opposite Fang Ziye was in a standard standing posture.

Because things had taken an unexpected turn. "As for the job transfer, our hospital is a comprehensive hospital, and we can't just be responsible for patients with only these two diseases. The world is vast, and there are many directions in clinical practice."

"In our trauma surgery department, we have identified the names of many diseases, but there are still many diseases for which we do not have a treatment plan."

"Just like before, weren't there no treatment options for functional impairments and damage?"

"Therefore, I don't plan to perform these two types of surgery anymore. I will stop doing them altogether and instead focus on treating diseases other than functional impairments and destructive injuries, based on the actual development needs of the department."

"Of course, for those of you who came here today, and those who have already been hospitalized, if you truly choose to trust me, Fang Ziye, I will be very grateful for your trust and will not let you down."

"We will gradually give you a satisfactory explanation and response."

"In other words, patients currently in the hospital who are willing to have surgery in the new ward with me can go there and queue up for admission."

"Those who are willing to wait for me to come back to perform the surgery can take their time to get in line. I will come here every Thursday and Saturday until all the surgeries for patients scheduled for hospitalization in November are completed."

"Only then can I concentrate on doing my own thing."

"This is my own choice, and it's also part of the department's development plan. I hope all the patients understand."

"That's roughly how it's going to be handled. If you see any other issues you're not satisfied with, please let us know so we can discuss them together."

“Or, I can come to the old hospital every day to perform one surgery, work overtime for one or two months, and work overtime on weekends as well.” Fang Ziye’s tone was still quite calm.

The content of the conversation was quite agitated, to the point of being explosive.

Fang Ziye's words clearly left these people speechless.

If we don't have these two surgeries anymore, who will we patients turn to in the future?

However, for those who come to Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye guarantees that he will perform surgery on everyone who is willing to wait for him, which is already a one-on-one commitment.

No one can expect Fang Ziye to complete all the surgeries in one day; that's something you couldn't accomplish even if you killed him.

After the announcement, the group chatted amongst themselves for a while, each with their own anxieties, before Fang Ziye drove away.

When Yuan Weihong stepped down and saw the message on his phone, he was stunned for a moment, then covered his face and stood facing the wall, leaning against it.

This action lasted for several minutes before he stopped. When he turned around, Yuan Weihong's eyes were a little red...

In his view, if he had just worked a little harder and put in a little more effort, even if he didn't need to surpass Fang Ziye, or even if he had the same level as Fang Ziye, he could have made Fang Ziye's existence irreplaceable, and Fang Ziye wouldn't have been forced to go to such an extreme.

Now that the words have been spoken, the hospital's announcement has been issued, and the department's decision has been made, there's no point in saying anything more.

Yuan Weihong, of course, did not call Fang Ziye.

He didn't comfort Fang Ziye because he couldn't help him; one-sided words of comfort would be rather pale and powerless.

……

After get off work, during the evening rush hour.

It took Fang Ziye nearly an hour to arrive at the new hospital campus and park his car.

Standing in the darkness of the night in his parking space, Fang Ziye felt a sudden sense of loss.

The streetlights outside weren't dazzling, but Fang Ziye still felt some discomfort in his eyes.

Speaking of which, Fang Ziye developed limb-sparing surgery and functional reconstruction surgery on his own, raising them like his own children.

Now, it's time to let go.

There's a unique kind of reluctance to part with it.

Fang Ziye knew that if he needed a quiet research environment and needed to work with new diseases, such decluttering was necessary.

Otherwise, regardless of whether it was Zhongnan Hospital or not, Fang Ziye would inevitably be labeled as even more impressive, and he would be entangled with these two surgical methods for the rest of his life.

Given Fang Ziye's current irreplaceable status, if he doesn't make a decision, people with such surgical needs will keep coming in droves.

Even if only a small number of people are willing to come to Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye will never be able to complete these two types of surgeries in his lifetime.

Some people grow old and become wealthy and powerful elderly people. As they age, they develop new 'functional disorders', and the cycle repeats itself.

Fang Ziye tore off a leaf, causing the branch to bend under tension and then sway back and forth.

It flickered under the streetlights.

Seeing this, Fang Ziye murmured, "So this is what it feels like to watch someone grow up, drift away, and have to let go."

"It's a little painful, but also a little blissful."

"Perhaps this isn't exactly the same as the feeling of a child growing up and drifting away from their parents, but it's certainly similar..."

"However, you have your own path to development. I have brought you to this point, and you can be considered to have grown up by now."

“You are already capable of standing on your own. The problem is not that you are not mature enough, but that there are not enough people to guide you.”

"Those who have mastered you only lack proficiency, not the perfection of your system."

So, bye-bye! ~

"Your father has other things to do, and other children to take care of." Fang Ziye threw Ye Zi on the ground as if he had gone mad.

Then he walked towards the surgical building without looking back.

As soon as one streetlamp stretched Fang Ziye's shadow, another streetlamp immediately extinguished it, so the shadow that accompanied Fang Ziye was always finite.

Until they entered the surgical building, where the lights were bright enough, Fang Ziye no longer cast long shadows around him.

Fang Ziye's state of mind was as bright as the things before him.

"From now on, I, Fang Ziye, can be considered someone who has been up and down the mountain." Fang Ziye patted his chest, feeling infinitely at peace.

As I said before, when it comes to being a doctor, three words are enough.

It's worth it.

Fang Ziye did not wrong anyone.

On the contrary, Fang Ziye made this choice simply to do more.

Destruction precedes construction; without destruction, there can be no construction.

If you don't break out of your previous circle and make a sacrifice, you'll never be able to truly be free and unrestrained.

Doctors for the people, not doctors for specific diseases, right?

Fang Ziye asked himself the question and answered it in his mind.

Deep within Fang Ziye's heart, the soul-searching question posed by his master, Deng Yong, once again flickered.

"Is it better to be an academician doctor or a people's doctor?"

At that time, Fang Ziye's answer was exceptionally firm.

"To be a doctor for the people."

At that time, Fang Ziye did not have a clear understanding of this path and felt that there might not be much difference between the two.

However, now, Fang Ziye's mind is clear.

If Fang Ziye continues to delve into these two techniques, with the accumulation of these two super original techniques, Fang Ziye has a very, very high chance of becoming an "academician".

Both techniques developed by Fang Ziye are extremely original; they are not improvements or secondary creations based on existing techniques, but true originals.

And he passed it down and compiled it into a masterpiece.

If Fang Ziye continues to pursue this matter, he will have done right by the people and his patients.

but?
In Fang Ziye's heart, there was still a higher light.

After walking around the sanatorium, Fang Ziye realized that there are too many people in this world who are suffering from various diseases and are in different fields and directions.

And I happen to have the ability, and I'm also young.

So why not be a little greedy and think of doing more for patients with other diseases?

If many people think this way, perhaps one day, Luo Pan, his father-in-law, won't need to personally develop treatment plans; a team will be able to solve his illness.

Fang Ziye didn't dare to take too big a step at once.

If Fang Ziye is only pursuing research for fame and instant renown, he should shut himself away from the hustle and bustle of the world, delve directly into the drug treatment of tumors, and work on it for decades before emerging from seclusion.

He would surely have seen all the splendor of Chang'an in a single day, but that kind of life was not what Fang Ziye wanted.

"Senior brother?"

"My master called me!"

"Barbecue rice, wanna eat together?" Lan Tianluo also ordered takeout for Fang Ziye.

It wasn't that Deng Yong and the others didn't care about Fang Ziye; rather, the things Fang Ziye had to deal with were too big, and the explosive power of Fang Ziye's solutions was too great, so much so that Deng Yong didn't even have time to care whether Fang Ziye had eaten or not.

Although he agreed to Fang Ziye's choice, he still needed to have a heart-to-heart talk with Jingjing.

Yuan Weihong has not yet stepped down.

Therefore, Fang Ziye had to take care of his own meals.

"Okay!~"

"You eat at this restaurant too?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Is it for running errands?"

Lan Tianluo said, "Yes, the barbecue rice around here isn't as good as this one, or maybe I'm just used to the taste of this place."

"Senior brother, are you really going to give up?"

Fang Ziye nodded: "The world is too big, I want to go and see it."

"Tianluo, don't you want to go and see?"

Lan Tianlu thought about it carefully, recalling what he and his companions had done. The sense of accomplishment he felt then was infinitely better than the current feeling of "sitting back and reaping the benefits."

Some people enjoy life after they've reached the top.

Some people enjoy the hardship and excitement of the climb; it's a belief, not about standing on the summit and looking down at the climbers.

"I do want to, but I don't have enough experience to lead a team right now," Lan Tianluo muttered to himself, revealing his ambition.

"Then you won't be honest, will you?" Fang Ziye smiled and tapped Lan Tianluo's big ears.

Lan Tianluo's ears immediately turned slightly red: "Senior brother, you found out again."

"But it's nothing!"

"This is just a test between Jie Han and me. Whether it will succeed or not, we don't know."

"Senior brother, don't help yet, let's give it a try."

"We have to give it a try."

"Whether I succeed or fail, I will not regret it."

Lan Tianluo and Jie Han couldn't sit still any longer, and have already started research and development on a new disease.

He worked with Fang Ziye on functional reconstruction surgery, limb preservation surgery for severe injuries, and the development of a microcirculation device, as well as the chemotherapy regimen for microcirculation transection.

They have a thorough understanding of the procedures for developing treatment plans for new diseases, and at least know how to do each step.

If one's ambition is even greater, then of course one would want to complete a small process by oneself.

Before Fang Ziye could speak, Lan Tianluo added, "But don't worry, senior brother, we won't have any more thoughts of falling behind."

"The power of a team is the greatest. While being scattered might result in multiple dragons rising up, the greater possibility is that they will break apart and never rise again."

"What we can do is to face the sea and watch the spring flowers bloom."

"Small-scale operations are not our final destination!"

Lan Tianluo had food stuffed in his mouth. After swallowing it, he didn't take a second bite. At this moment, he was filled with immense excitement: "Senior brother, I'm sure of it."

"Only those who share the same goals can go all the way when we move forward."

"If anyone breaks up halfway, they are definitely not destined to be together."

"Even if he is Professor Liao Jia, or some other professor..."

Fang Ziye glanced at Lan Tianluo: "What medicine did you take today?"

Upon hearing this, Lan Tianluo rolled his eyes and put down his phone: "After the initial success of several phases of clinical trials on microcirculation transection surgery and bone tumor chemotherapy regimens..."

"Professor Pang Longshan, the head of the research group at the sanatorium, finally had a private chat with me."

"Moreover, I had the opportunity to enter the core circle of the sanatorium's research area, so I also learned that the purpose of our sanatorium is to face the sea."

"It would be best if the US dollars could be turned upside down."

As Lan Tianluo finished speaking, his chief resident's cell phone rang.

Lan Tianluo was immediately taken aback upon hearing this.

With a bitter expression, he answered the call. After holding the phone to his ear, he stood up, carefully put down his chopsticks, and placed the end that was going to his mouth facing outwards.

He said, "Okay, I'll be right there!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said, "Have you already forgotten the lesson I taught you before?"

"Eat when you can, sleep when you can, and poop when you can."

"See, now there's no food to eat!"

To Fang Ziye's surprise, Lan Tianluo grabbed her lunchbox and ran off, rummaging through her food, refusing to answer Fang Ziye's questions and emphasizing that she should listen to his advice.

However, he added a step to the definition of "eat as much as you can".

You can eat it anytime—while sitting, while walking, while waiting for the elevator…

Seeing this, Fang Ziye felt a little sorry for Lan Tianluo, but not that much.

Once Lan Tianluo gets past the chief resident hurdle, his resolve will be even stronger!
In terms of technology, diagnosis, and knowledge systems, things will become more compatible.

Finally, it was probably that announcement that caused a stir.

Fang Ziye's phone started ringing one after another.

The first person to call Fang Ziye was Dean Wang Xinghuan: "Director Fang, what is your orthopedics department doing? What are you going to do?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye chuckled and said, "Of course, I will uphold your trust, Dean Wang, and use my slender shoulders to shoulder the heavy responsibility you have entrusted to me, forging ahead with determination!"

Speak like a human!

"I don't have time to joke with you. I've been on the phone for forty minutes straight, and I've been acting like a grandson who's been hit on the head by his grandfather, my head is all fuzzy," Wang Xinghuan cursed.

"Dean Wang, I want to do clinical research again, and I'm thinking of cutting off some of the previous surgical procedures."

"Only by going all out can we produce good research results," Fang Ziye said.

"Are you just looking for trouble? Do you even need to accumulate research experience and publications now?"

"To put it bluntly, taking good care of the patients in your department is more beneficial than going out to drink with a group of academicians."

"Some of the academicians we don't know are people we do know."

"Do you really need to do all this?" Wang Xinghuan was furious.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye did not reply immediately, but remained silent for half a minute before saying, "Dean Wang, six months ago, I calculated that if I went back to my hometown, I would spend 300,000 yuan a year."

"I don't need to work anymore; the interest from my savings will be enough."

"Even if I just wander around Seoul, with my current patent dividends, I can live freely every year. I don't have to worry about making a living and can settle down in Seoul."

"So what do you think is the purpose of my current job?"

"Don't give me that nonsense!" Wang Xinghuan cursed.

“I’m withdrawing that announcement right now. The benefits of that position are beyond your imagination. Whatever you want to do, you have to postpone it for me.”

“If you really get to that point, no one can stop you from doing whatever you want!” Wang Xinghuan commanded.

Fang Ziye raised his voice, his tone firm: "Dean Wang, the patient needs it."

"Besides, no one has the right to call me a hypocrite!"

Even you?

"Or it could be another academician professor."

Wang Xinghuan slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage, and then all that could be heard was heavy breathing... (End of Chapter)