top student at medical school

The original meaning of "清高者" (qinggao zhě) refers to someone who is pure, noble, indifferent to fame and fortune, and refuses to compromise their principles. Now, it often refers to someone who is unwilling to follow the crowd and chooses to remain virtuous and upright.

Fang Ziye and Wang Xinghuan remained silent for nearly a minute.

After a while, Wang Xinghuan said, "Fang Ziye, from a personal perspective, I support and understand you. Everyone has their own things they want to do and need to do."

"But from another perspective, I think you're an asshole. Think carefully about what your family would think if you went home and slack off after graduating with your PhD."

Wang Xinghuan spoke in a relatively calm manner.

Fang Ziye's choice at this moment, while not entirely consistent with his statement, is similar.

Zhongnan Hospital has done its best for your treatment, but now you're suddenly doing the opposite.

While you may be noble and pursue the great path, you have completely failed to consider the needs of Zhongnan Hospital.

Of course, Fang Ziye is still young, so after Wang Xinghuan finished speaking, he slowly added, "Fang Ziye, I support you having your own ideas. I am more aware of your current income level and situation."

"But we can't be so naive when we think about problems!"

"If you come from a wealthy family, if your family owns a mine, then whatever you do is right. As long as you don't squander the money, and you donate it to charity, then you are noble, because doing so won't affect your parents."

"But if your family is already poor, your parents are bedridden or rely on farming to support the whole family year-round, and in that situation you abandon your parents and use your salary for charity!"

No one dares to say you're wrong, but they'll definitely curse you as a bastard in their hearts!

Fang Ziye is an adult with his own worldview, but he cannot easily erase Wang Xinghuan's worldview. On the contrary, Wang Xinghuan's worldview is more mature than Fang Ziye's.

Now, Wang Xinghuan is Fang Ziye's "unconventional" parent.

Zhongnan Hospital is not a wealthy institution; compared to many departments at Wuhan University, it is practically penniless.

"Dean Wang, I'm not making any excuses, nor am I trying to explain anything to you."

"The reason I told you this before is because it was my true and objective opinion, but it wasn't the whole reason."

“If you know me well, Professor Wang, you should know that I, Fang Ziye, am a relatively ‘extremely’ selfish person,” Fang Ziye said.

"Then why are you pretending to be so magnanimous?" Wang Xinghuan retorted sharply!

Zhongnan Hospital needs Fang Ziye to push forward and achieve an academician honor that Zhongnan Hospital has never had before.

Fang Ziye dashed those hopes; at least in Wang Xinghuan's eyes, Fang Ziye was now neglecting his duties.

Adults should think about issues comprehensively. Even if it's flattery, as long as it's valuable and not groveling or selling out one's most basic dignity.

Who isn't subtly sucking up to someone?

"Yes, Teacher Wang, so what kind of magnanimity can I pretend to have?"

"In this world, what we can be certain of is the starting point and the destination we want to reach. As for how we will experience the journey between the starting point and the destination, we cannot predict it and it is uncertain."

"In fact, if you determine your destination too early, you will become too fixated on it."

"I think that position can't be obtained by begging." Fang Ziye didn't explicitly say it was the title of academician, but it was already clear.

"If you don't ask, it definitely won't be your turn!" Wang Xinghuan calmed down a little, but he couldn't be completely calm. His breathing was still a little disordered and out of rhythm.

"Teacher Wang, does the hospital's allocation of resources to Fang Ziye mean they've done everything in their power, and if I didn't reach that point, am I guilty?"

"I have already taken away the benefits that others should have had, and hurt a great many people. This harm has reached the point where I have to carry on with this burden?"

“Teacher Wang, can you honestly say for sure that we’ve really reached this point? If you say yes, then I think our perspectives are somewhat misaligned.” Fang Ziye simply stated his position clearly.

Dean Wang, you can place high hopes on me, but please don't engage in excessive moral blackmail.

Fang Ziye acknowledges the hospital's attention and the teachers' kindness.

However, Fang Ziye did not believe that the hospital's current relationship with him was so good that he had to do anything for the hospital.

There are quite a few people who enjoy the same treatment as Fang Ziye, and Fang Ziye has also won a lot of honors and benefits for the hospital.

Fang Ziye didn't feel that he owed the hospital much.

"Say something straight: do you want to leave? Or has someone offered you better treatment?" Wang Xinghuan finally voiced his concerns.

From Wang Xinghuan's perspective, Fang Ziye's decision to dump shares at this time was a decision he had to consider.

If Fang Ziye wants to leave, there are always people willing to take over for him; breach of contract fees cannot bind Fang Ziye.

If even morality can't restrain Fang Ziye now, Wang Xinghuan doesn't want to dwell on it anymore.

"Dean Wang, I don't deny that many people have contacted me, including some headhunting companies."

"But I have absolutely no such thoughts."

"Dean Wang, to be honest, I'm not really interested in that position, at least not really."

"Take it if you get it, it's fine if you don't."

"As long as it doesn't affect my meals, or the development of our hospital and department, I don't care what happens."

"And to be frank, that identity is not very useful except for adding some extra ties."

"It just means it makes traveling more prestigious and gets us more funding," Fang Ziye said.

"Fang Ziye? Shouldn't you reconsider your words?"

"You call this just 'nothing'?" Wang Xinghuan tapped the table again.

"Do you know how many people would struggle their whole lives, grow old, and exhaust themselves for this?"

"Is it even possible to take the first step forward?"

"Leaving aside other matters, aren't the Xiangya system hospitals in Central China very powerful?"

"Why don't you go and say something like that to them? I guarantee they won't kill you!"

The fact that no Xiangya-affiliated hospitals have any active academicians is the biggest regret of Xiangya Hospital in recent years.

For many years, they have been dreaming about planning this.

Regardless of which subspecialty or profession someone might reach that point, the hospital and Central South University will spare no effort to provide corresponding support.

Xiangya Hospital is probably one of the few top hospitals that has never had an academician working at the hospital.

Zhongnan Hospital doesn't even reach the level of this hospital.

So, do we really have to leave?

“Dean Wang, I may not be able to fully empathize with you, but this is my choice, and it is also my truest thought,” Fang Ziye said.

"If we're meant to be, we will be; if we're not, we won't. It won't affect me."

"However, I would like to thank Dean Wang for your kindness and guidance, but I am very calm now and I am very clear about what I am doing and what I want to do."

"I've already passed the stage where I need to chase after money, fame, and fortune."

"As for my parents and family, I only feel guilty for not being able to be with them. I do not feel guilty for being unfilial or disrespectful to my ancestors."

"As far as my teachers are concerned, I only feel guilty for not being able to repay them for their guidance and hard work, not for not being able to repay their instruction."

"As far as the hospital is concerned, I feel grateful and don't feel that I owe them too much. I am grateful to the hospital for giving me so many opportunities."

"So I hope Dean Wang won't put any shackles on me. I'm just an ordinary person."

"It has its own thoughts, its own experiences, its own obsessions, and its own desires."

Wang Xinghuan's tone gradually turned cold: "I hope Director Fang won't regret this later."

"I…"

Fang Ziye cut off Wang Xinghuan's words: "Dean Wang, even if you regret it, it's nothing. Anyway, we are all adults, and none of us are that thin-skinned."

"What's the big deal about being scolded a few times? It's just a matter of going back on one's word."

"Me? You?" Wang Xinghuan was drunk.

Why is your generation like this?

……

Fang Ziye ultimately failed to reach an agreement with Wang Xinghuan and the other person because their goals were not aligned.

Perhaps it's because the two are in different positions that Fang Ziye can make his own choice with peace of mind, while Wang Xinghuan needs to consider the issue from his own perspective.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye felt even calmer.

Choices are only about what is suitable or unsuitable; there is no right or wrong, no good or bad.

Everyone has their own path to walk.

……

Fang Ziye made himself a cup of tea, sat by the window, turned on his computer, and video chatted with Luo Tingzhu.

It was a bit cold in Han City in winter. Fang Ziye turned on the air conditioner in the room, wearing the black fluffy pajamas that Luo Tingzhu had bought for him, and sat with his legs crossed, holding a teacup in his left hand.

After taking a few deep breaths, Luo Tingzhu said, "Senior brother, I support you."

"Scientific research should be free."

"The essence of doing scientific research is to not be a slave to other people's ideas and routines, and not be solidified by the standards and guidelines set by others. Instead, we should use our own ideas and modern medical statistics and verification methods to explore the most authentic laws."

"On the contrary, if we immerse ourselves in our own theories and apply them to our own past, we are actually putting a special kind of shackle on ourselves."

"Medicine is different from other industries after all."

"It's like a writer. If someone writes a great work and then spends their whole life immersed in that old work, unable to break free, then no matter how excellent the work is, they will always be trapped in it and unable to be free."

"The same is true for medicine." Luo Tingzhu encouraged Fang Ziye with reason and evidence.

Fang Ziye's decision was made on short notice; he did not inform anyone in advance or consult with anyone beforehand.

Even so, Luo Tingzhu still supported Fang Ziye.

There's nothing wrong with specializing in one's craft or skill, and dedicating one's entire life to just one thing.

"From a medical perspective, this is actually a spirit worth admiring, which is to do something to the extreme and become the top in the industry."

"It's just that my desires have increased," Fang Ziye replied.

Is it good to reach the pinnacle of a technology? Is it good to be a pure, professional person?

Of course it's good.

However, Fang Ziye had already experienced this feeling.

It wasn't that Fang Ziye was slow to realize things; rather, after venturing out and making his way in the world, not only did Fang Ziye himself believe that his strength and abilities were top-notch in the industry, but others would also think so.

So many level 5 and level 6 skills are displayed here.

Most people only have two or three of those, so how could Fang Ziye not be amazing? How can anyone else compare to Fang Ziye on an operational level?
Compared to pure skill, even if the old academicians were resurrected and returned to their peak, they would still have to say "the younger generation is truly formidable" in front of Fang Ziye.

Luo Tingzhu covered her mouth, having expected this: "Senior brother, you can finally admit that you are now the number one in the country in orthopedics, right?"

"There is no first place in literature. You can think that way in your heart, but you can't go out and say it. At least, I can't say such things out loud."

"After all, it's impossible for us to hold any more competitions now."

Whether we're number one or not is no longer important.

"As long as you feel in your heart that no matter who comes to cause trouble or come to admire you, you are not afraid, it is a kind of inner peace," Fang Ziye said.

"However, medicine is not about fighting and killing. It's certainly interesting at first to crush your colleagues in terms of practice."

"But it's certainly not the end."

Luo Tingzhu nodded, her smile gradually freezing. She took a small sip of her milk tea and put it down: "Senior brother, fighting not against people, but only against illness, is the final destination of every doctor."

"Many people only end up on this path because they can't compete with others. It's good that you were able to come here ahead of time, senior brother."

"I feel that as a doctor, as long as I can treat patients and enjoy the happiness of their recovery, I am very happy."

"But if..." Luo Tingzhu's mouth froze for a moment.

He continued, "I mean, if given the opportunity, I would certainly be willing to give more patients the chance to be treated."

"Compared to foreign doctors who are simply classified as doctors, the restrictions on professional titles in China may limit our time for immersing ourselves in scientific research to some extent."

"Many people are frustrated by the promotion of professional titles. Only when they have no breakthroughs will they settle down to do scientific research breakthroughs. In fact, the early scientific research is all in preparation for promotion."

Fang Ziye replied, "But, Tingzhu, do you believe it or not?"

“If we followed the example of separating research and clinical practice as we have in other countries, 99 percent of doctors would not have gone into research.”

"The research environment in our country will only get worse than it is now. It will absolutely not get better!"

Without sufficient foundational knowledge and experience, only one generation can make the "sacrifice" and shoulder the enormous pressure.

That's not the end, it's just a process.

If such an atmosphere is not created, the domestic medical industry at present is a complete 'medical handicraft factory'!
Raw materials need to be imported, and technology also needs to be imported continuously. There are no "patents" that belong exclusively to China, and others have always taken the lion's share.

"The consequence of this is that centralized procurement will never be able to develop, and our medical expenses will have to remain in line with international standards."

"Our economic level is not as good as that of other countries, so even more people will fall into poverty due to illness!"

"China's attitude is very clear: we cannot follow India's example."

"Without innovation in patented drugs, how can generic drugs save lives?" Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye's statement was no longer unfounded; rather, it reflected his genuine understanding of this level of perspective. Therefore, his viewpoint on the issue was different from that of many years ago.

In other words, what if the whole world didn't protect patents?

Therefore, Fang Ziye would not think about improving the micro-circulation device, and no company would be willing to invest in Fang Ziye. Even the government might not invest.

Investing in this is a guaranteed way to lose money!
Should we just stop developing the pharmaceutical industry?

As soon as a new product comes out, everyone rushes to copy it, just waiting for someone else to invent it.

If no one invents anything, then everyone will just accept their fate; if they get sick, they're destined to die, without even a chance to be treated!
Many ordinary people certainly support it.

If I can't be cured, I can die, but it's best not to die because I'm too poor to afford treatment.

"Senior brother, what disease do you plan to work on next?"

"Nerve replantation? Nerve implantation? Or... a spinal cord resection?" Luo Tingzhu asked, following Fang Ziye's lead.

"I haven't decided yet!"

"I need to do nerve implantation, but I don't need to do it myself. The general direction is definitely towards limb-sparing surgery. I might do limb-sparing surgery for diabetes first."

"Then let's move towards reconstruction techniques, step by step," Fang Ziye said.

Upon hearing this, Luo Tingzhu nodded and remarked, "That's the advantage of having a big shot leading the team. Once you have a general direction, you can just throw out a branch and it can support several teams."

"It has even helped several hospitals maintain their standing in the medical field."

There's a joke circulating online.

People call me Engineer Fang, but what do I, a PhD in my twenties, know about clinical medicine?
Hu Qingyuan can say the same thing now, but as Fang Ziye's student, when biotech companies approach Hu Qingyuan, they still call him "Teacher Hu" repeatedly.

Including Fang Ziye in the past, during his master's studies, he worked in medical device companies and biotechnology companies, and was always called "teacher, teacher".

They weren't calling for Hu Qingyuan now or Fang Ziye back then; they were calling for Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong now.

One thing that must be acknowledged is that if associate professors from universities are willing to work for biotech companies, their overall capabilities are very strong.

"Limb preservation is one direction, while reconstruction is the major direction."

"In these two directions, there are actually many smaller branches that can be derived, which can transform various subspecialties of our orthopedics. It will also involve some surgical specialties."

"If I can figure out these two directions in the next ten years, even if I don't get the position that Dean Wang and the others mentioned, other academicians and professors will treat me with great respect." Fang Ziye was extremely confident.

Leaving aside others, let's just talk about Ms. Tu Youyou's scientific achievements.

Even most academicians can only behave properly in front of her, and dare not use their status to intimidate her.

When Luo Tingzhu heard Fang Ziye mention Professor Tu Youyou, she asked, "Senior brother, in your opinion, which is more important now: breakthroughs in basic theory or breakthroughs in applied science?"

"The main reason why Professor Tu was not elected as an academician is that she did not make enough breakthroughs in basic scientific research."

"Artemisinin is, after all, an extract, not an original theoretical work." "Some unofficial comments claim that artemisinin's treatment of malaria is an established fact, and Professor Tu merely transformed it into a replicable reality; it's not that she overcame the established logic."

Artemisinin, a key substance extracted by Tu Youyou and her team, can treat malaria.

However, this idea originates from ancient Chinese medical texts.

Fang Ziye remembered that he had read the original text, but he couldn't remember which major work of traditional Chinese medicine it was, but it was recorded in the book.

"Listening to bamboo actually involves our seniors in traditional Chinese medicine, so I personally feel it's not appropriate to express my opinion."

"Artemisia annua treatment for malaria represents a breakthrough in fundamental principles. If Professor Tu himself proposed this concept and introduced artemisinin, then it would be a leap forward in basic science."

"However, although the use of artemisia to treat malaria is recorded in ancient books, it has not been fundamentally verified, so from a certain perspective, it is just a conjecture."

"Or it may be a conjecture that has been verified by surface-level experiments."

"Many people can make such conjectures. Our country's ancient books are as vast as the sea, and it is said that there are hundreds of thousands or even millions of conjectures related to medicine..."

"Verifying all of these points would inevitably require a huge amount of financial and material resources!"

"The ability to turn conjectures into reality is called practical application ability. This is also very crucial."

"Take Jie Han for example. If you were to collect all of his ingenious ideas, it would already be as thick as a book."

"But it's highly likely to be a baseless conjecture."

"From this perspective, the ability to apply knowledge is more important than the ability to ask questions."

"But what if someone's skills are excellent, but they lack the guiding principles of thought?"

"Yes, the practical skills of us Chinese are no less than those of any other country...this was true even in ancient times..."

"Take gunpowder for example. Our country's research and development in fireworks is very brilliant, but the direction was wrong, and then..."

"You understand the struggle I'm going through, right?"

"It's not easy to compare the two side-by-side. Ideally, they should be able to support each other, which would be the most perfect form," Fang Ziye analyzed.

If Fang Ziye were to single out which is more important, he really couldn't tell; he could only say they were both very important.

Fang Ziye greatly respects Professor Tu Youyou and regrets that she did not become an academician, but he also has to admit that some of the rumors actually have some truth to them.

It cannot be said to be absolutely right, nor can it be said to be absolutely wrong.

"What about the others?" Luo Tingzhu instinctively steered the conversation to a sensitive angle.

Fang Ziye glared at her: "Tingzhu, are you trying to murder your husband? How dare I comment on others?"

"Even if I could give a critique, I wouldn't."

Luo Tingzhu quickly changed the subject, and it was very important: "Senior brother, you need to have limb-saving surgery, but I don't have a good idea right now."

"But if you want to have reconstructive surgery, I can share the basic data with you from some pathological and physiological anatomical models that I have collected and organized."

"This will give you a relatively objective reference when you have reconstructive surgery in the future."

"Although you could collect this data with more time, I've already finished it."

"Senior brother, you're not going to be too embarrassed to accept it, are you?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately reached out mischievously, saying, "Little Rich Girl Tingzhu, I'm hungry, I want a hug..."

"Tell me, how much pocket money do you want this month? I'll give it to you." Luo Tingzhu shook her hand, not wanting to dampen Fang Ziye's enthusiasm!
"Is three thousand okay?"

"Two thousand for food, one thousand for a massage..." Fang Ziye joked on purpose.

Luo Tingzhu was already planning to transfer the money, but after hearing this, she withdrew her hand and said, "I won't even give you three hundred."

At this moment, Jie Han's message appeared in the group: "It's already 10:30, should we continue processing the data?"

The four of them quickly gathered together.

Of the original six members, two have temporarily left the team: Liao Jia and Lan Tianluo, who has become the chief resident.

However, Nie Mingxian probably didn't have a consultation at the moment, so he just sent his data to the group and a fist-and-palm gesture.

At this moment, Lan Tianluo's sense of guilt is probably no different from that of Fang Ziye, who served as the chief resident two years ago.

The four of them must continue.

Fortunately, as clinical trial data gradually matures, many hospitals have become familiar with the procedures and have begun to conduct subtype analyses in clinical trials.

Therefore, when conducting data statistics, preliminary analysis and organization have already been carried out, unlike before when a simple string of data was simply reported back.

This reduced the workload for everyone to some extent.

……

January 7th, Tuesday, 11:30 AM.

"Professor Fang, what do you mean by this? We came here specifically to see you, and now you're telling me you're not doing this kind of surgery anymore?"

"Then we came all this way for nothing?" In the outpatient clinic, after hearing Fang Ziye's words, the middle-aged couple's faces were filled with anger.

Fang Ziye said, "First of all, thank you for your trust!"

"However, my work focus has indeed shifted!"

“There are many professors in Seoul who can perform this kind of surgery. If you want to have the surgery, I can recommend you to them.”

"Their surgical skills are also extremely high."

The patient, a middle-aged woman in her forties, was now anxious: "Professor Fang, but everyone says your skills are the best! How can you not perform this surgery?"

"Many people say that the quality of your surgeries is far superior to that of other professors."

"We came here specifically to seek your medical advice, didn't we?"

Fang Ziye shook his head and said, "It's too much better than others. That's just hearsay. I'm not that amazing."

"Stopping a job is a change in work focus. It's like your child having a good teacher who moves to another unit or teaches a different subject due to a job transfer. That's perfectly normal, isn't it?"

The patient's husband was at a loss; they had waited a long time for this day: "But? This doesn't make sense!"

"You can do it, and you can do it even better?"

Hu Qingyuan glanced at Fang Ziye, who calmly replied, "Brother, let me put it this way."

"How do you think of my physique? Looks like I still have some strength, right?"

The couple looked Fang Ziye up and down a few times, nodded, and did not deny it.

Although Fang Ziye is not particularly tall, only 1.78 meters, he is not short either. Most importantly, Fang Ziye is strong and upright.

"So, am I a good candidate to work as a bricklayer on a construction site?"

"Does this mean I have to go work on a construction site and carry bricks?"

"Or rather, I'm quite eloquent, so I could become a medical device salesperson."

"Shouldn't our choices be based solely on whether or not we know how to do something?"

"To put it bluntly, suppose your child is good at playing the piano, but she is only interested in humanities and wants to become a writer in the future."

"Do you really have to force her to become an art student?" Fang Ziye explained while keeping track of the time.

"Just because a girl is pretty and has a certain air about her, does that mean she has to go into the entertainment industry? Can't she be the boss of a big company?" Fang Ziye continued to emphasize.

The principle is simple.

But for patients, especially those who desperately want Fang Ziye to perform the surgery, it's a completely different story.

"Professor Fang, if you don't want to have the surgery, what should we do?"

"You can't just abandon us!" the woman asked.

Fang Ziye said, "Eldest sister, it's not like that. I'm not as important as you think."

“In the past, there were no places to treat cases like yours, and everyone continued to live like this.”

"Now, many hospitals have started performing functional reconstruction surgery, and the techniques are very good, with excellent postoperative recovery."

"Then there's no question of what to do, right?"

"My current task is to think of ways to help some patients who are about to have their limbs amputated, and if the opportunity arises, we may be able to help them avoid amputation."

"This task is also very important and extremely challenging."

The aunt said somewhat selfishly, "Professor Fang, can't someone else do the task you're doing now?"

Why does it have to be you who goes?

"With such excellent surgical skills, you should perform more surgeries on patients like us!"

Fang Ziye said, "Why can't it be me if everyone else goes?"

"This is a plan and arrangement that has already been set, and I have agreed to it and want to do it, so even though I feel regretful, I can only apologize to you."

"Job transfers are very normal."

"I'm sorry, brother and sister, if you need to be hospitalized, I can issue you a hospitalization certificate. You can go to this hospital campus to complete the hospitalization procedures. Or you can go to Professor Wang Zongkai's office in our new campus."

"If you don't want to be hospitalized here, I'll sign the form for you to cancel your appointment today. I'm really sorry."

"..."

At 11:09, after Hu Qingyuan saw the middle-aged couple out of the clinic, he said as the next patient walked in, "Master, this is the ninth one this morning, and the one with the best attitude."

"Master, aren't you afraid of being complained about?"

Fang Ziye said, "Hu Qingyuan, you have so much money, why don't you donate 100,000 yuan to charity?"

"Hu Qingyuan, you're so smart, why did you choose to attend Han City University instead of a vocational college? Why not give better opportunities to kids with average abilities, so they can have a better education as a safety net and have a bright future?"

"Being a doctor, what surgeries you perform and what you don't perform, is a matter of mutual consent."

"It's not a transaction with a clearly marked price."

"The situations in which a physician 'may not refuse treatment' are limited to 'critically ill patients' and 'emergencies.' When you have time, you should also read the relevant legal provisions carefully," Fang Ziye advised.

You can't do things haphazardly!
Before Hu Qingyuan could reply, another wheelchair was pushed in from outside the door. Hu Qingyuan immediately turned around and began to see the patient.

He smiled and said, "Hello, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Unlike Fang Ziye, Hu Qingyuan, even though he noticed the other person's leg problems, still followed the textbook procedure in a very 'academic' manner when conducting the consultation.

This is not redundant; it's to form a habit, to establish a standardized consultation routine.

Fang Ziye can avoid dogmatism because he has enough experience and technical skills, while Hu Qingyuan, at his age, is still in the process of cultivating habits, so he should be more honest and straightforward.

"My dad's leg isn't very mobile..." The person who pushed the patient in was the patient's daughter.

After quickly completing the consultation and confirming that there was no external injury and that it was not an emergency, Hu Qingyuan said, "Based on your father's medical history, physical examination results, and imaging results, the current diagnosis is limited function of both knee joints and extensive muscle adhesions."

"This is a clear indication for surgery, and surgical treatment is necessary."

"However, my teacher no longer performs this type of surgery. You may need to have the surgery performed by Professor Wang Zongkai in our department."

"What?" The woman was not old, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, and her voice was a little harsh.

“Your father’s condition requires surgery; conservative treatment is pointless.”

"Further examinations are needed before the surgery to determine the nature of the lesion, etc., but my teacher no longer performs this type of surgery."

"So, if you choose surgical treatment, you'll need to queue up with Professor Wang Zongkai at our current or new campus for the surgery," Hu Qingyuan continued to explain.

When working in an outpatient clinic, doctors must see patients and provide relatively reasonable advice.

"What do you mean by not doing this surgery? Are you refusing to treat me?" The woman's voice immediately became somewhat sharp.

With the development of self-media, many people have gained some understanding of many aspects.

Hu Qingyuan was already quite adept at it: "This isn't a refusal to treat; it's a job transfer."

“We have provided you with standard diagnostic and treatment recommendations, as well as standard treatment plans.”

The woman said, "No, wait a moment."

"You said you wanted to perform surgery, but Professor Fang is refusing to do it. Isn't that refusing to treat him?"

"If you keep making things difficult for us, I'm going to report you!"

"We'll have to wait two or three months to get this appointment!"

Upon hearing this, Hu Qingyuan glanced at Fang Ziye, who remained unperturbed, and said, "Madam, if you feel our service is unsatisfactory, you have the right to file a complaint."

"However, I still need to explain it to you clearly."

"Outpatient consultations provide preliminary diagnoses and treatment recommendations, but do not necessarily require admission to a ward for hospitalization or for surgery to be performed by an outpatient doctor."

The woman finally snapped: "What nonsense is this?!"

"Why don't you have the right to refuse surgery? You can't just say you won't do it! What's the point of opening a clinic then?"

"Of course my master can perform surgery, but he won't do functional reconstruction surgery! ~ Orthopedics is not just about functional impairment."

"My teacher has already marked it quite clearly on the registration system."

“If you want to transfer to another department, we can arrange for you to see another professor in our orthopedics department. If you want to be hospitalized, we can issue you an inpatient certificate, and you can go to the department to queue up.” Hu Qingyuan’s attitude was clear.

After hearing this, the woman pushed her father out of the consultation room and then exploded: "Is this how you act as a doctor?"

"You say you won't do the surgery and then you just say you won't? Why won't you do the surgery? Do you even consider your patients human beings?"

"Let me tell you, if you really dare to say something like that, I'll report you and expose you!"

As the woman spoke, she took out her phone to take a picture.

However, Hu Qingyuan also had experience in dealing with this: "Filming is not allowed in the consultation room. If you want to film, then we'll film together."

"If you post a video that is cut off from the beginning and end, we will report you to the police for defamation."

Hu Qingyuan turned on his phone and started filming: "First of all, ma'am, let me make it clear to you that our hospital is not an individual-run institution, but a team-run institution, a comprehensive unit."

"Since it is a team-based unit, there is a division of labor, and each person has their own role and task orientation."

"My teacher's current focus is not on treating functional impairments. In our hospital, there are also professors performing functional reconstruction surgery..."

"If you want to receive treatment, we can recommend you to go directly to the queue and you won't need to see any other doctors."

"The hospital admission certificates we issue are absolutely recognized by both the old and new campuses of our hospital."

"So, our hospital did not refuse to treat you. Now, if you have any further questions, please continue..."

"Oh, right, I need to confirm something first. Our company's video account might publish content I've recorded. Do you agree to appear on camera?"

The woman instantly became furious, cursing as she walked out: "What a lousy hospital! What a bunch of lousy doctors! They're all so arrogant!"

"Lacking medical ethics, pretentious, and putting on airs!"

"Aren't you going to have the surgery yet...?"

Hu Qingyuan chased after him: "Remember to cancel your number; my teacher can sign it."

The woman shoved her father away while cursing.

The patients waiting outside also frowned, unable to understand what was going on.

However, whether they understand it or not, Fang Ziye has already made his choice!
"..."

12:20 PM.

"Professor Fang, I really, damn it, don't understand you at all!"

"Such a big shot, showing no respect whatsoever, I'm truly impressed." Another colleague from the same hospital, after failing to persuade Fang Ziye, angrily hung up the phone.

Fang Ziye looked at his phone, pursed his lips, and then rubbed his face.

At that moment, Hu Qingyuan brought in a KFC delivery from outside. After closing the door, Hu Qingyuan lowered his voice and asked, "Master, have the medical staff left?"

"They haven't arrived yet!" Fang Ziye sighed.
"You sit down too later and see how your master receives moral reprimands." (End of Chapter)