top student at medical school

Tang Xiaoping was in the changing room of the operating room at that moment. After taking off her own clothes, she picked up a green scrubs with one hand and was about to put them on.

"Professor Fang, it's nothing, I just hoped you could come and help me."

"Thank you for your hard work, Professor Fang!" Tang Xiaoping's expression was a little unpleasant, but he still shook his head to suppress his emotions.

After arriving at the new hospital campus, Tang Xiaoping achieved her goal of becoming the "ward director," becoming one of the few associate professors at Zhongnan Hospital who led a team and a department.

However, after arriving at the new hospital, Tang Xiaoping suddenly discovered that when she encountered difficult patients, calling the professors in her department for help was no longer effective.

Distant water cannot quench a nearby fire; it takes at least forty minutes to get here from the main campus of Zhongnan Hospital, and traffic jams only exacerbate the situation.

Massive bleeding in vascular surgery can kill a patient more than twice in five minutes...

Tang Xiaoping is the head of the vascular surgery group, so it's only natural that Liu Faming and others would seek his help when they encounter problems they can't handle.

If Tang Xiaoping didn't want to be associated with the ward in the new hospital area that had the highest emergency mortality rate, she had to find a way.

Asking for help is three times as humble as asking someone for a favor.

Soon, Fang Ziye's voice came through the loudspeaker again: "Professor Tang, I understand what you mean, but isn't this a bit too many times?"

"Professor Tang, I am, after all, a trauma surgeon and an orthopedic surgeon. I have a lot of emergency and elective surgeries myself."

"Since I came here, I haven't had time to hold proper team meetings."

Tang Xiaoping had long anticipated this day, but there was nothing he could do about it!

Compared to the dangerous diseases such as aortic dissection that the cardiac surgery team in his department faces, his pressure is by no means simple.

"Professor Fang, I know you are very busy, but scientific research is ultimately for the purpose of serving clinical practice."

"Even if you have one less article or one more, it's just icing on the cake. I hope Professor Fang can do me a favor, and also help the patient," Tang Xiaoping said in a slightly ingratiating tone.

Fang Ziye bluntly tore away the fig leaf between the two: "Professor Tang, it's not that I don't want to help, but you can't always ask me for help, can you?"

"You're making it sound like I'm the chief resident of vascular surgery!"

"I'm not like that?"

If you're not capable enough, you shouldn't be a director. That's Fang Ziye's honest opinion.

Tang Xiaoping's voice faltered. At that moment, he deeply understood the difficulty of asking for help: "Professor Fang, I'm sorry, I never had such an intention. I'm asking for your help, not giving you any orders!"

"I hope Professor Fang can lend a hand."

"After all, the capable should do more work."

"Professor Fang, our patient is in operating room 13. Please, it's a life at stake..."

Fang Ziye nodded and said, "Professor Tang."

"The more capable you are, the more work you should do, right? So the less capable you should do less work?!"

Fang Ziye's counter-question was particularly harsh and aggressive, like a thorn piercing Tang Xiaoping's heart.

Tang Xiaoping, having put on a sterile scrub suit, quickly brought the phone to her ear, turned off the speakerphone, and asked with heavy breathing, "Professor Fang, what do you mean by that?"

Fang Ziye's direct voice rang out again without any attempt to conceal his thoughts: "Professor Tang, we can understand each other perfectly."

"I will bring this up at the hospital's weekly meeting."

“It’s not good to keep making phone calls like this.”

Fang Ziye couldn't simply say "do it if you can, get out if you can't." He couldn't interfere with the internal affairs of other departments, but he could suggest ways to reduce his workload.

Everyone then understood what Fang Ziye meant.

Tang Xiaoping finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Fang Ziye, who are you to interfere in our vascular surgery department's internal affairs?"

"Whether I'm qualified to be this director is none of your business."

Fang Ziye said that he was incompetent and unfit to be the director, which completely broke Tang Xiaoping's defenses.

Fang Ziye said, "Professor Tang, please don't mention things like always asking me for help. We're both fine."

"If there are any orthopedic-related cases that require our assistance in consultation and treatment, we will absolutely not refuse!"

Seeing Fang Ziye's ruthlessness, Tang Xiaoping said, "Hmph, Professor Fang truly lives up to his reputation!"

"For his own future, he disregarded the lives of patients, focusing solely on scientific research. Truly, Professor Fang!"

Fang Ziye scoffed: "You and I both know perfectly well who is disregarding the patient's life and death."

"Professor Tang, we are all adults. When adults go out to work, they need to know their own limitations."

"Based on all the calls I've received, I can only make a guess that we both understand."

"Helping someone once or twice is a favor, but calling them more than three times or constantly goes beyond that."

"As for whether I engage in scientific research or not? That's not for you, Professor Tang, to manipulate me into doing. If you feel my skills are inadequate or I haven't done my job well in clinical practice, you can report me to the medical affairs department!"

"You can go and collect evidence."

"At least for now, I have not asked any professors from your department to perform our trauma surgery."

"Of course we consulted with vascular surgeons, but regulating deep vein thrombosis is actually part of your department's consultation services!"

Tang Xiaoping's lips trembled: "Fang Ziye!"

"What are you pretending for? All you can do is write a few articles and perform a few surgeries."

"So what if you've published a few high-scoring articles? You're acting like you're invincible..."

"You get impatient after I call you a few times."

"What kind of articles are you busy publishing? In Nature? In Science?"

Fang Ziye's voice remained calm: "I can't publish in Nature or Science."

"I'm just planning to submit my application to CA-A."

Tang Xiaoping, of course, knew about CA-A. As a doctor, he couldn't possibly be unaware of such a prestigious medical journal: "Ha, just a shoddy review article, what's with the airs!"

"For a review article?"

"Fang Ziye, let me tell you, there's something wrong with your character!"

Fang Ziye said, "Yes, Professor Tang, thank you for your encouragement."

"If that's your mindset, can you keep thinking like that? What kind of articles I post has nothing to do with you!"

"At least I haven't made things difficult for other people repeatedly because of my situation."

Tang Xiaoping was so angry that he hung up the phone immediately. He gripped the edge of the phone hard with his right thumb and four fingers, and the pads of his fingers gradually turned white.

He raised the phone high, ready to smash it down.

However, after taking several deep breaths, Tang Xiaoping finally calmed down, clenched her left fist, and slammed it against the locker door in the changing room!
"Fuck your mother, who gave you the right to talk to me like that?" Tang Xiaoping said, kicking away the scrubs that some surgeon had taken off and left on the ground.

The washcloth flew up a distance, then slid to a corner before stopping, tumbling together, its grooves forming sharp edges...

Fang Ziye was downstairs in the residential area at the moment. After seeing the call end, he looked at his phone screen and then looked up at the slightly glaring streetlights.

My mood gradually calmed down.

Then he walked towards the elevator without turning back to the hospital.

The vascular surgery department knew there was a vascular surgery team in the new hospital, but they didn't send a senior surgeon; that was their specialty's choice.

This has nothing to do with Fang Ziye.

Although Fang Ziye felt guilty for a short time last time because of his teacher's wife and father, after careful consideration, he felt that he had not wronged anyone.

Tang Xiaoping accepted the 'glory' of leading a team and department, and had to bear all the pressure, risks and burdens that come with this position.

Regardless of whether Tang Xiaoping insisted on being here or was sent here for training, or whether she had any connections.

If he has connections, it would be best if his connections could provide him with a long-term patron so he can continue to enhance his resume; otherwise, he won't be able to hold the position of 'ward director' for long.

"Why is it that Han Yuanxiao, a professor with a full professorship in our trauma surgery department, feels anxious and uneasy in his position as ward director, while you, Tang Xiaoping, can remain calm and composed?"

"To hold a position without being competent is tantamount to disregarding human life."

"You reap what you sow." Fang Ziye muttered to himself in front of the elevator mirror for a while, then calmly stepped out of the elevator and headed to his room.

Fang Ziye had just returned to his computer when Nie Mingxian brought him good news: "Ziye, the results of our first three phases of clinical trials are in, and the statistical data points to the same conclusion as predicted."

"In that case, can we add the data statistics section first, then fill in the data in the discussion section, and then send it out?"

The clinical trial was launched in October, and Phase III was completed just before the Lunar New Year.

This year's New Year's Day holiday was only one day long, and it's now January 8th. In addition, Fang Ziye and others are conducting weekly statistical analysis of the data, so the current statistical results are now available.

As for the writing of the paper, Jie Han and Luo Tingzhu had already finalized the first draft in November, and now they only need to refine it.

"Then let's fill it out first. After that, we'll have everyone double-check it. If there are no problems, we can submit it."

“The CA-A editorial department receives a lot of submissions every day. We should submit ours early to avoid having to withdraw it after others have already decided on it, which would delay their work efficiency.” Fang Ziye nodded.

Top journals like CA-A and Nature are actually competitive. First, they ensure the quality of the lowest-level journals. Only after the quality exceeds what they consider the lowest level will they select the best for publication.

Top journals have very limited space, and it's quite possible that your article, which meets the publication standards, will be pushed out by a better one.

Moreover, with the development of the times and the passage of time, the competition among these top journals is now extremely fierce.

The types and amount of research that could be published in top journals a decade or two ago certainly wouldn't meet the publication standards today.

Our peers all over the world are experiencing intense competition.

The competition in academia is endless; you never know how intense the competition will get.

"Then let's fill in the data. Tianluo is very considerate. A few months ago, they made a small program with a statistical template. Now, as long as we put the data in, we can perform statistical analysis according to the previous standards."

"As for subgroup typing analysis, we'll need Tianluo to take a look himself." Nie Mingxian smiled very happily.

The research project on chemotherapy using a microcirculatory system for bone tumors has actually taken only eight months from its inception to the present.

Compared to other teams' super projects, which often take five, ten, or even twenty years, this timeline is already very short.

But everyone hopes it will have a good outcome and be made public.

The theoretical framework is the prototype, animal experiments are the preliminary accumulation, and clinical trials are the baseline.

Only after overcoming these hurdles can it be properly applied in clinical practice, and then the long-term prognosis can be followed up.

This experience is no less difficult than a woman's ten months of pregnancy and childbirth!
Therefore, everyone's expectations and enthusiasm for the output results are also very high.

Luo Tingzhu picked up her milk tea and asked with a smile, "Senior brother, Brother Nie, does this mean that our project can be preliminarily concluded?"

"At least, I won't have to worry about it every day anymore, and the follow-up processing won't have to be so rushed?"

Nie Mingxian nodded: "Of course!"

"Up to now, our efforts have come to an end. What follows is the harvest season, a season of continuous harvests."

"Based on the results of this animal experiment, we can divide the prognosis into a one-year follow-up period and a three-year follow-up period."

"Not to mention clinical research projects; even twenty years from now, we can still benefit from these projects!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye realized that the portion of data he was responsible for had been secretly processed by Luo Tingzhu.

Fang Ziye didn't say much, but looked at Nie Mingxian and said, "Brother Nie, that concludes the discussion on chemotherapy alone!"

"How about we take a break of about a week for subsequent interventional therapy for bone tumors, standard vascular models for bone tumors, and induction therapy, and then start again?"

"It's time to give myself a break."

Nie Mingxian readily agreed: "Of course!~"

"Now I realize that Liao Jia is really smart; he ran away with the bucket early on."

"He deserves all the credit, he deserves all the fame, and we should help him finish up and do things for him. That's the smart choice."

“Look, they went on vacation for almost two months, got married, and are probably expecting a baby soon.”

Liao Jia's whirlwind marriage was no secret among them, and Jie Han asked curiously, "Brother Nie, where did Professor Liao Jia finally settle down?"

"Did you go to Peking Union Medical College Hospital?"

"Has Professor Liao's wife returned as well?"

Nie Mingxian and Liao Jia are good friends. He nodded and said, "Liao Jia has never been abroad and has not received any awards. He has not published many articles before, and he has sold all his patents."

"So his indenture was easy to sign."

"Whether it was settled at Peking Union Medical College Hospital is unknown at the moment, but his wife's contract is not so easy to sign."

"I should be able to apply for a C-level talent introduction in Hubei Province or a B-level talent introduction in Wuhan City. It's still going through the process."

"However, they are not short of money, so they can afford to wait."

"Now that we're newlyweds, so lovey-dovey, that's when I start thinking about work and my mind goes blank. Two days ago, I flew to the Maldives again..."

As Nie Mingxian spoke, he expressed his envy and then asked, "Can you guys go out and have fun?"

“I don’t have any leave, and Liu Guo can’t get any leave either. If her contributions aren’t enough, she might very well be kicked out. She’s been working like crazy lately.”

"After all, she worked in the breast and thyroid surgery department for so many years."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said in a low voice, "Doesn't our contribution to this clinical research project count towards her?"

Nie Mingxian nodded frankly: "Ziye, do you think it should count? Although she is my wife, she came into the picture halfway through."

“It’s not like we’re a ‘startup team.’ If she counts as one, then your little assistant should count too.”

"Sigh, that's just how sanatoriums are, the most snobbish places ever," Nie Mingxian began to complain.

Upon hearing this, Luo Tingzhu laughed and said, "Brother Nie, you'd better watch out for getting investigated."

“You’re saying this in your dormitory at the sanatorium.”

Nie Mingxian said, "That's right. Dean Li Yongjun, Vice Dean Song Libo, and Vice Dean Pang Longshan almost wrote the word 'snobbish' into the sanatorium's charter."

"You won't let me speak anymore?"

"Who hasn't been told, 'Stay if you can, get out if you can't' when they enter a sanatorium?"

Luo Tingzhu shook her head upon hearing this.

Fang Ziye also shook his head.

Jie Han shook his head again.

Nie Mingxian suddenly realized he was a joke: "Holy crap... Ziye, you're a convalescent homebody too..."

Fang Ziye stood up and slowly brewed himself a pot of tea.

Since everyone is part of a team, Fang Ziye readily accepted the fact that his work was being covered by others, and that he had become a "burden."

"Brother Nie? What do you mean by 'or'?"

"What you're saying is a bit unpleasant." Fang Ziye was a little unhappy.

Nie Mingxian had to shed his "joke" label, at least to change the subject: "Weren't you an academic tyrant at Zhongnan Hospital? Weren't you an academic tyrant in your trauma surgery department?"

"Fang Ziye, look back at your trauma surgery team. Aren't they all people close to you?"

Fang Ziye thought about it carefully. If we start from Yuan Weihong, or from Fang Ziye himself, it seems that there are a lot more people staying in the orthopedics department than in the trauma surgery department in recent years.

The previous 'Wang Yuanqi', now Fang Ziye, Li Yuanpei, Xiong Jinhuan...

Although Wang Yuanqi was "tricked" out by his teacher, he had at least been hospitalized.

In the future, Jie Han and Lan Tianlu will definitely join our academy with their unparalleled talent, and no one would be willing to let them be poached by others.

Fang Ziye stated frankly, "Even when recommending worthy individuals, one should not avoid favoritism!"

"I didn't use any connections. If others can take them down, they should do it. I have no objection."

Nie Mingxian said, "What a load of crap."

"The experience they have accumulated while hospitalized is far greater than what you, Fang Ziye, had when you were hospitalized. How are others supposed to compete? Are they just going to be troublemakers? If you all..."

Fang Ziye quickly interrupted, "Brother Nie, this is a video conference, not a private drinking session. We should be mindful of our manners."

Fang Ziye noticed that although Luo Tingzhu's ears weren't red, she still seemed a little uncomfortable. She thought for a moment and asked, "How about I leave first to write my article, and you two can continue chatting for a while?"

Fang Ziye checked the time; it was only 10:20, which was still early, so he nodded.

"Tingzhu, you should get some rest too."

Luo Tingzhu did not reply and turned off the video conference.

So only three grown men were left.

After Luo Tingzhu hung up the video call, Jie Han thought carefully for a moment before saying, "Brother Nie, to be honest, we can't ignore the facts."

"In terms of basic professional skills, Lan Tianluo and I are both very capable in this competition, okay?"

Nie Mingxian said jokingly, "Then why don't you let Ziye spend a few years in the orthopedics department and see if you, Jiehan, will be beaten up by your classmates in the orthopedics department until you doubt your existence?"

Fang Ziye spoke up, his tone calm: "Jiehan, don't argue with Brother Nie. He's someone who's been through the wringer in society."

“You don’t have that experience,” Nie Mingxian instinctively retorted. “When did I?”

But soon, Nie Mingxian realized that Fang Ziye was referring to Li Yongjun, who was doing very well at Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

But because he was stuck with a research project and couldn't complete it, he was 'positively' ostracized and couldn't get anything he was supposed to get.

As for Nie Mingxian himself, he dropped out of school because of his father. When he went back to pursue his doctorate, the environment at Peking Union Medical College Hospital had changed, and he had to live under someone else's roof.

Nie Mingxian did not want to betray the cause, so he certainly could not integrate into the later vascular surgery department of Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

Nie Mingxian broke down: "Fang Ziye, please don't do this. If you keep doing this, we can't even be friends anymore."

"Brother Nie, it's good to have experiences. We can't understand this kind of feeling!" Fang Ziye said in a cheeky tone.

Nie Mingxian stood up and started cursing: "Fang Ziye, you son of a bitch!~"

"You son of a bitch, I just found out you're this kind of person. You're a hypocrite, a complete scoundrel. You've become arrogant as soon as you gained power."

"You're such a slut."

It's highly unlikely that Fang Ziye will ever experience what it's like to be brutally beaten by society again, because he's now thriving.

Even if Fang Ziye achieves nothing from now on, his future is still bright.

Let alone being at the same level, even professors who are ten levels above Fang Ziye and fifteen years older than him wouldn't dare say that their accumulated knowledge is much greater than Fang Ziye's.

Therefore, whatever they can obtain, Fang Ziye can also obtain safely!
Fang Ziye slowly picked up his teacup: "What? Brother Nie, didn't I tell you I was going to apply for the Outstanding Young Scientists Fund directly?"

"I certainly didn't tell you that a professor from the National Science Foundation of China sent me a message asking me to apply for a research grant, did I?"

I didn't say that, did I?

Now, not only Nie Mingxian felt that Fang Ziye had gone too far, but even Jie Han felt that Fang Ziye's mouth was a bit too foul!
Nie Mingxian "calmed down," bared his teeth, and said in a calm voice, "Fang Ziye, I cannot offend your aunt."

“But if I could go back thirty years, I would have my aunt and uncle shoot you against the wall.”

"You little bitch, I'm not going to have a duel with you anymore. I'm leaving." Nie Mingxian calmly hung up the video call.

In the final scene, he still had a radiant smile on his face.

In his last few words, Nie Mingxian was not hysterical.

……

Jie Han was picking at his ear, scratching at the crevices of his earlobe: "Senior brother, I think what you just said was a bit too much."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye calmly replied, "That's because you don't understand, Jie Han."

"Now that Professor Li Yongjun has returned to the sanatorium, Liao Jia will most likely go to Peking Union Medical College Hospital. Nie Mingxian is not you, much less Lan Tianluo."

“If I don’t take some extreme measures, he might just pack up and run away tomorrow. I don’t want our team to fall apart like that.”

"Although I now have some collaborative interactions with Professor Li, these collaborations are ultimately with Professor Li."

"What if Wu Xuanqi secretly encourages Liao Jia to poach Nie Mingxian?"

"You'd better think carefully about how Brother Liao Jia came to our team!"

It was excavated by Nie Mingxian!

Fang Ziye never felt that his personal relationship with Nie Mingxian was superior to that of Wu Xuanqi and Nie Mingxian.

As Jie Han seemed to be deep in thought, Fang Ziye added again: "Wu Xuanqi is a friend who witnessed Nie Mingxian's most desperate period and accompanied him through it. He is closer than a brother."

"Don't look at them as if they're just bickering now."

“But let me tell you, when Nie Mingxian left Enshi Central Hospital, Wu Xuanqi was willing to abandon all basic principles of conduct so that Nie Mingxian could leave smoothly.”

"People need face, trees need bark."

"How many people are you willing to abandon your moral principles for?"

"Having spent so much time with Wu Xuanqi, how many times have you seen him cross basic moral lines?"

One thing Fang Ziye had to admit was that he had grown to like Nie Mingxian, not only because of his skills, but also because of his temperament and how well they got along.

This can be considered a unique kind of confidant.

"Senior brother, wouldn't your words just make Brother Nie Mingxian even angrier?" Jie Han asked.

"Not necessarily!"

Fang Ziye shook his head: "This is relative."

"It's like how you present a kind and approachable demeanor to the outside world, but you only show your truest self to those closest to you."

“Nie Mingxian knows very well that what I just said was not treating him like a human being.”

"That's what I wanted to say too."

"When you don't treat another person as a human being, it's either your best friend or the person you hate the most."

"How many friends have you met who think twice before speaking, and even write down what they should and shouldn't say?"

"and!"

“There has always been a seed planted in Brother Nie Mingxian’s heart. This seed has nothing to do with how much money he makes.”

"It is related to achievable professional achievements and research honors."

"It's not just about treating illnesses and saving lives..." Fang Ziye analyzed.

Upon hearing this, Jie Han nodded: "Senior brother, although your analysis is very good, I still feel that analyzing another person in such depth is..."

"There must be something in it for them, and when they are together, there is more or less coercion involved."

"Such a relationship is unlikely to last long."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's smile froze slightly, and he fell silent instantly.

After thinking for a while, Fang Ziye slowly nodded: "You're right, I'll definitely pay attention next time."

Fang Ziye did not deny that his personal abilities were top-notch, whether in scientific research or clinical practice, so mentoring a few Nie Mingxians would be no problem.

However, everything related to technology has objective standards.

However, there is no measure for the depth of human relationships and interactions.

If you quantify it in an alternative way, then you are making a ulterior motive, that is, you are using it for coercion!

A relationship built on this mindset is definitely unhealthy.

Seeing Fang Ziye's somber expression, Jie Han realized he might have spoken too harshly and added, "Senior brother, there's really no need to be so serious!"

"After all, Brother Nie Mingxian and Brother Liao Jia are people of their age, with their own past experiences and their own growth trajectory."

"We are different ages."

"If people of the same age don't get together, then our timelines definitely won't intersect smoothly."

After listening, Fang Ziye felt that Jie Han had changed a bit: "Who told you all this? What books have you been reading lately?"

Jie Han smiled and said, "My master taught me."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately hung up the video call and then closed the computer box.

Fang Ziye rubbed his eyes vigorously with both hands.

After taking several deep breaths, he finally raised his head again.

A strange emotion tugged at his heart, and he murmured, "Master, has it come to this between us?"

Fang Ziye always remembered a saying: when you feel that you are getting along very well in a certain relationship, you must be careful, because the other party may be leading you astray.

Or rather, it's the other person who is accepting everything about you and revolving around you.

Or perhaps the other person's level of understanding is far higher than yours, which is why you feel exceptionally comfortable and even at ease when you are with them.

Even after figuring this out, Fang Ziye still couldn't seem to find a suitable solution.

He couldn't help Yuan Weihong break through his own limits and reach a level even more awesome than himself again!

Even though Fang Ziye wanted Yuan Weihong to reach the "national level" that he dreamed of, it was still a pipe dream, and he was constantly trying.

Perhaps one day, when Yuan Weihong really reaches this point, he will find that the gap between him and his own level is still very large. At that time, how will Fang Ziye deal with the disappointment?

It seems there's no way to fix it.

Because one objective fact that Fang Ziye cannot change is that Yuan Weihong is his teacher and his mentor, and he is trying his best to fulfill the role of a mentor.

He wanted to fulfill the role of a mentor...

Fang Ziye could not stop moving forward.

It was 10:40 p.m.

Fang Ziye's phone rang again, interrupting his thoughts.

Fang Ziye picked it up and saw that it was a call from Wang Qiang in the vascular surgery department.

Fang Ziye took a deep breath and answered the call. Before he could speak, Wang Qiang's voice came first: "Professor Fang, this is Wang Qiang. Brother Tang asked me to call you."

"The situation in the operating room is very bad right now. Could you please come over?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's heart stirred.

He replied, "Okay, I've finished taking care of things here, I'll be right there!"

"Is it the same operating room as before?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Yes, Professor Fang."

Fang Ziye put down his teacup, grabbed his phone, and hurried away.

He once again hailed a small electric scooter and drove straight to the operating room entrance. After paying the twelve yuan relocation fee again, Fang Ziye was determined to pick up a scooter himself the next day!
It's not that we can't afford to pay for moving the car, it's just that it's not worth it.

Fang Ziye, of course, didn't care about whether it was worthwhile or not. He quickly went into the operating room, washed his hands, got dressed, and rushed to the operating table.

Tang Xiaoping did not tell anyone about the unpleasant incident between the two of them, nor did he throw a tantrum because of what had happened before. Instead, he quickly explained what had already been done after Fang Ziye approached the operating table.

The patient's condition is really very bad!
The spleen was contused, and the pancreas was also lacerated. In addition to the organ damage, a steel frame was left inside the patient's body!
Although the amount of bleeding was not as much as that of the previous "special" patient, the potential risk of bleeding was extremely high. With the steel plates and metal sheets inside the patient's body, no one dared to make any rash moves.

Some of the steel plates were embedded in the surface of the liver, cutting through the diaphragm.

It took Fang Ziye a full three or four minutes to read through these superficial signs. After reading them, he took a deep breath and glanced in Tang Xiaoping's direction.

Tang Xiaoping asked, "Professor Fang, in this situation, is there still a chance to snatch it?"

"I'm afraid that dismantling one part will affect the whole thing."

Fang Ziye frowned and closed his eyes: "Wait a moment, the situation is complicated, I need to sort out my thoughts!"

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he began to back away: "Brother Qiang, could you please find me some paper and pen?"

Textbooks are textbooks, articles are articles, and cases are cases.

In clinical practice, very few patients fall ill according to the textbook, especially in the emergency room, where the cases are incredibly varied.

Even if Fang Ziye had excellent basic skills and strong hemostasis techniques, he couldn't immediately tell how to handle the current situation.

The steel frame was inserted directly, along with numerous steel plates.

“The patient’s superficial bleeding isn’t serious right now, so let’s not move the steel frame for the time being. I need to think about it carefully,” Fang Ziye said to Tang Xiaoping.

Fang Ziye was explaining to the other party that he wasn't trying to show off, nor was he holding a grudge about a previous unpleasant phone call; he genuinely wanted to find a solution.

As Fang Ziye stepped back, Professor Deng Haibo and Professor Wu Yong from the Department of Vascular Surgery at the hospital also stepped out of the operating room and opened the foot-operated automatic sensor door.

As the two men reverently raised their hands and walked to the operating table, Professor Deng Haibo immediately trembled, and his buttocks involuntarily quivered due to muscle contraction.

Professor Wu Yong also immediately gasped.

"What happened?"

“Car accident, nothing else!” Tang Xiaoping answered first, then called out, “Professor Wu, Professor Deng, this situation is too complicated.”

That's why I'm troubling you.

After Deng Haibo's buttocks stopped trembling, he saw that Fang Ziye had already stepped off the stage. He instinctively exclaimed "Hey!" and then, after realizing that Fang Ziye was drawing, he began to move closer to Fang Ziye.

I didn't even bother to wash and disinfect my hands; I just wiped them on my body.

"Professor Fang, didn't you say you were too busy to come?"

"I hope I didn't disturb your work?" Deng Haibo's tone remained very polite.

Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise. Fang Ziye is a trauma surgeon, so vascular surgery is not his area of ​​expertise.

As a clinician and a professor at Zhongnan Hospital, Fang Ziye was assigned research tasks by both the hospital and the university, so he naturally felt pressured.

Fang Ziye's help in the vascular surgery department was out of personal favor, but it's unreasonable for my personal favor to affect Fang Ziye's future.

“The rest of our team has finished. I’ve been going to the operating room every day lately, and I haven’t been able to keep up with the progress.” Fang Ziye paused slightly, his eyes narrowing.

Sorrow was everywhere.

Fang Ziye swore that he was so exhausted that his brain was practically being squeezed out of him.

His thinking is based on a level 7 skill, numerous level 6 skills, and a very thick theoretical foundation, making it extremely complex.

Having a strong theoretical foundation is a good thing, but when faced with a problem, having many different ideas can make things quite complicated.

Finding the most suitable and safest way to remove the steel frame while ensuring the patient's survival is not easy.

Without a frame of reference, Fang Ziye needs to completely dismantle and reconstruct the framework of basic vascular surgery procedures!
If Fang Ziye had been a little negligent and had simply told Deng Haibo not to try to save this patient, that would have been perfectly normal!
Every top hospital encounters many incurable diseases every day.

When a patient arrives, the only thing that can be done is to wait for death.

Many patients die in the emergency room because they are such extreme "special cases"!
Since there's no standard reference point for treatment, a treatment plan needs to be designed specifically for him...

Brother, the difference between life and death for emergency patients can be just a few minutes.

Only by learning from the ever-increasing number of deaths, and after experiencing thousands or even tens of thousands of deaths, can we possibly make a few steps forward...

This only applies if the trauma is similar in nature; if the type of trauma is different, it needs to be reconstructed.

Life can be incredibly resilient at times, and incredibly fragile at others!
Seeing Fang Ziye's pained expression, Deng Haibo felt a pang of pity. After swallowing hard twice, the professor whispered, "Ziye, if it's too difficult, let's just give up!"

There's a limit to how much you can ask for help.

If it's something that someone else can easily handle and help with, then you can naturally ask for their help without hesitation.

But if the other party feels extremely uncomfortable or even in great pain, then demanding more is tantamount to driving them to their death.

It's like lending money; you can't let someone go bankrupt from lending it to you.

"Let's wait a little longer." Fang Ziye knew that Deng Haibo had taken the initiative to announce the patient's death.

If Fang Ziye hadn't come, this timeline would probably have been delayed a bit, or Deng Haibo and Wu Yong might have tried something.

If you live, you live; if you die, you die.

But Fang Ziye did come after all.

There's a saying that goes, "Since we're already here..."

If we do nothing, then we've really come all this way for nothing.

After observing the situation on stage, Wu Yong walked over and said, "Deng Haibo, this is not an easy task."

"It's difficult to remove from either side; the entire board is stuck!"

"There are also invasive injuries to solid organs. If the organ is crushed during the retrieval process, it will still result in death."

Although Deng Haibo is the director of vascular surgery, Wu Yong is the former director, so he did not deliberately address Deng Haibo as Director Deng, but was genuinely discussing with Deng Haibo.

“Yes, there are problems no matter how you disassemble it,” Deng Haibo said.

"There is also damage to the major artery, but there is not much bleeding in the local area due to the compression."

"The cut above is below the thoracic aorta, and it's not easy to temporarily clamp and stop the bleeding in this location."

"Unless the speed is extremely fast." Deng Haibo's mind was also a bit fried.

Moreover, his shock was so intense that he was completely disoriented, unable to even sort out his thoughts, as if every path he considered was a dead end.

After saying those few words, Wu Yong and Deng Haibo stopped talking, afraid of disturbing Fang Ziye's train of thought and also afraid of putting more pressure on him.

Of course, the two didn't just wait around Fang Ziye; instead, they went to the operating table and paced back and forth, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

Or at some point, they might simply announce a forced takeover, taking a gamble.

To die is to die.

It's impossible for people to die in clinical settings, and it's impossible for any hospital to be completely free of deaths. There are very few hospitals where people can go without anyone dying one day!

"Beep beep beep beep!"

Reality waits for no one. Before Fang Ziye and the others had any ideas, the anesthesia monitor sounded an alarm.

"The patient is in shock." The anesthesiologist's voice was cold. (End of Chapter)