top student at medical school

"Knock knock knock!" Tang Yi knocked on the door and pushed open the door to the doctor's lounge. He saw Fang Ziye and Li Yuanpei chatting and laughing, so he said politely, "Ziye, are you entertaining guests? Then I'll come back later."

Tang closed the door again.

Li Yuanpei was stunned for only two seconds before a tingling sensation spread throughout his cerebral cortex. He immediately stood up and walked out of the lounge, calling out, "Professor Tang, Teacher Tang..."

"Ye-ge and I were just chatting casually." Li Yuanpei's voice faded into the distance.

Fang Ziye shook his head and smiled. Although he had long known that Tang Yi was a very interesting person in private, Fang Ziye had only ever seen Tang Yi as the "teaching supervisor" before, which was why he thought Tang Yi had always been very serious.

In reality, some people say that if the orthopedics department didn't have Yuan Weihong, Tang Yi could be considered the king of clowns.

However, after reaching the associate professor level, Tang Yi gradually became more mindful of his status and rarely joked anymore.

Fang Ziye stood up and, after Tang Yi pushed the door open again, said, "Professor Tang, let's go into the chief resident's office across the street to talk."

Yuan Weihong, who had already finished his rounds, had left. Fang Ziye had only returned to clean up the mess, and since Fang Ziye still needed to meet with someone, Yuan Weihong didn't take him away.

Otherwise, I'd have to bring Fang Ziye home for a couple of drinks.

"Alright." Tang Yi nodded.

Tang Yi is two years older than Yuan Weihong, thirty-nine years old this year. He is tall and thin, with a face like a jade crown. Judging by appearance alone, he is quite capable in orthopedics.

After the two entered the chief inpatient office, Tang Yi glanced at it a few times and then took the initiative to help pour tea, saying, "Ziye, I don't consider myself an outsider."

"Teacher Tang, it's my duty."

After filling the kettle, Fang Ziye took two bottles of drinks from the refrigerator: "Would Teacher Tang like coffee or plain tea?"

"Give me a bottle of jasmine tea."

Tang Yi didn't dwell on the details and quickly brought the conversation back to the main point: "Ziye, I've already spoken to Director Du, and Director Du has agreed."

Fang Ziye and Tang Yi sat down together. Fang Ziye placed his hands neatly on his knees and said, "Teacher Tang, I was very, very surprised that you brought this up with me today."

"After all, joint surgery is incredibly lucrative."

Among the many subspecialties of orthopedics, joint surgery has the most expensive consumables.

Once upon a time, joint surgery was the true aristocracy of orthopedics. Even now, with centralized procurement, the price of artificial joint prostheses in joint surgery is still extremely high!

When it comes to making money, a semi-traumatic surgeon can't compare to a joint surgeon.

However, in academia and the business world, one cannot judge success solely by making money; otherwise, the Chinese Academy of Sciences would have long been filled with business owners.

Tang Yi was slightly embarrassed upon hearing this, but his expression quickly calmed down: "Ziye, it's fine if others make a few jokes, but for you, the richest man in our hospital's orthopedics department, to say such a thing is just too sarcastic."

Normally, doctors don't earn much money, and even if they develop new technologies, they don't have much earning potential.

For example, Fang Ziye's limb-preserving surgery and functional reconstruction surgery only made him a very high-ranking figure in the medical community.

However, the improvement and widespread use of the micro-circulation device, a real patent, directly secured Fang Ziye's position as the "richest man".

"Ziye, let's stop testing each other and just get straight to the point."

"From now on, I'll follow you, brother. I'll take your beatings and scoldings, and I'll work hard without complaint. We joint surgeons are very hardworking." Tang Yi knew that once he bowed his head, he might as well keep bowing his head forever.

Don't try to salvage a dignity you never actually lost by being anxious about losing it.

Admiring strength is the essence of social development, not something to be considered "base"!
Fang Ziye stopped joking and asked, "Professor Tang, if you come to the new campus, you will have to lead a group on your own."

"Otherwise, I won't be able to explain it to the others."

Upon hearing this, Tang Yi frowned slightly: "Ziye, although it is common for associate professors to lead teams in the new campus, I am not going there to lead teams."

“You don’t need to maintain balance for the sake of balance. If you’re worried about someone gossiping about you, point them out and I’ll take responsibility for explaining.”

Tang Yi used to work with Fang Ziye; he didn't leave Professor Du Xinzhan's group independently.

Knowing that Tang Yi was still testing the waters, Fang Ziye said more directly, "Teacher Tang, you've misunderstood again."

"I sent you out in a group for a few reasons."

"First, the new hospital has too many beds. Even with more than 20 beds per group, it is still too cumbersome. The patient turnover rate will be longer than the number of surgeries."

"This is a disguised form of waste. Therefore, streamlining the internal structure of the group is inevitable."

The new ward has a group of about twenty beds, and Fang Ziye can only have three surgery days a week at most, performing about ten surgeries.

When major surgeries are needed, only six or seven can be performed. All twenty-one beds are full, and patients need about three weeks to process their medical needs after being admitted.

Then the waiting time for patients to be admitted to the hospital would be too long.

The patient was discharged after a week in the hospital following the surgery.

Based on this number, fifteen or sixteen beds in the group would be the best and optimal resource allocation. This was something Li Yuanpei had calculated meticulously, not something Fang Ziye was just being generous for the sake of it.

The other groups are similar in nature.

The 64 beds in the arsenal would be more scientifically allocated if they were divided into four groups.

"Secondly, Teacher Tang, since we're sitting here privately, I won't hide anything from you."

"After you come to our new campus, you can have your own ideas, and we can also do some things together."

"Wang Zongkai, Teacher Zeng Duoqin, this is how we get along."

Tang Yi's eyes widened as if about to burst: "You're dragging three people along?"

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "Teacher Tang, you don't need to worry about the specific quantity. I have my own plan."

"I will also keep a good pace and avoid any disjointedness!"

Tang Yi looked at Fang Ziye's unrestrained smile, his mouth stretched wide, and the air rushed in, making a rather loud turbulent sound as it passed through his teeth.

"Ah, this~~" Tang Yi was speechless, his mouth involuntarily twitching.

Fang Ziye saw no need to put on an act in front of Tang Yi, so he simply said, "Teacher Tang, I'm not trying to make empty promises to you. Actually, I don't need to do that kind of thing right now."

"Actually, I had thought about it for a long time. I wanted to find a teacher who is more proficient in joint surgery to discuss the issue of limb salvage surgery together."

"I've just been quite busy, and I haven't found a suitable partner yet."

"To put it bluntly, many professors in joint surgery are rather aloof..."

"After all, they have money."

"So, I originally didn't plan to do this in the short term, but I didn't expect you to bring it up on your own initiative, so I thought that since there is a need, let's do it together."

"Limb salvage surgery is definitely a major direction for the future development of orthopedics, and this type of surgery requires a multifaceted team!"

"The composition of MDT within orthopedics is also an inevitable reorganization for the development of limb-sparing surgery."

Fang Ziye's tone was neither contemptuous, nor frivolous, nor arrogant, so it didn't sound offensive.

Upon hearing this, Tang Yi calmly nodded: "Limb-preserving surgery is indeed a very popular procedure, and many large hospitals are setting up facilities for it."

"However, the most urgent limb-sparing surgeries are still those related to the emergency room."

"For example, burns, destructive injuries..."

"Secondly, there are some underlying medical conditions, such as diabetic foot and rheumatoid arthritis..."

"Ziye, which direction do you plan to specialize in?"

A patient may face amputation, and there are several possible scenarios, which fall under the most basic theoretical knowledge of orthopedics.

Severe infections, irreparable damage, malignant tumors, severe peripheral vascular disease, congenital malformations, diabetic foot, etc.

Fang Ziye said, "Teacher Tang, this is what I think. Our hospital has a foundation in limb-sparing surgery for traumatic injuries, so the next direction to improve is peripheral vascular disease and diabetic foot."

"However, limb-sparing surgery for diabetic foot is particularly well-suited to hand surgery, and this sub-branch is under the jurisdiction of Wang Zongkai."

“Extreme congenital deformities are a good fit for joint surgery. If you are interested, Dr. Tang, you might consider taking on some such patients in the future.”

"After we bring it in, we'll discuss it in more detail."

"Of course, before admitting patients, we need to carefully consider which type of deformity to start with..."

Fang Ziye didn't make empty promises; instead, he directly steered the conversation towards specific diseases.

Orthopedic injuries are quite common, given the prevalence of high-violence injuries these days.

However, there are also quite a few other orthopedic diseases.

In China, a country with a population of 1.4 billion, the number of patients with each disease is in the millions.

Even if the number is spread across more than 30 provinces, there are still tens of thousands of patients.

Around eight o'clock, Tang Yi and Fang Ziye walked out of the orthopedic building together. Tang Yi had a particularly bright smile on his face when he left.

"Ziye, you are truly a lucky star for our orthopedics department."

"How could you grow up so fast?"

"We realized it too late." Tang Yi indirectly apologized to Fang Ziye.

For a long time, the joint surgery department regarded Fang Ziye as a 'competitor'. Looking back now, that idea was really too naive.

Given Fang Ziye's current perspective and experience, he doesn't really care about the position of Chief Orthopedic Officer at Zhongnan Hospital.

For Fang Ziye, whether or not he was eligible was completely irrelevant; his pursuit had long surpassed that of a certain position in the orthopedics department of the hospital.

Ironically, Professor Du Xinzhan and he, at some point, both regarded Fang Ziye as their hypothetical enemy, the "Chief of Orthopedics Administration."

"Teacher Tang, it's never too late to start."

"I also hope that when the opportunity arises, you can pass on a message to Teacher Du for me, saying that I, Fang Ziye, thank him for his generosity."

"At least, along the way, Teacher Du has taken good care of me and has not made things difficult for me. In fact, he has given me plenty of resources."

“I’m a sentimental person and I won’t forget my roots,” Fang Ziye said.

Upon hearing this, Tang Yi casually smiled and said, "Ziye, it's a bit pretentious of you to bring these things up now."

"To be realistic, so far, you've given back everything our hospital has nurtured, and you're doing much better than others."

"However, I will pass this message on to Director Du for you."

While the two were exchanging pleasantries, they overheard two other voices, one of which mentioned Fang Ziye—

This made Tang Yi and Fang Ziye both prick up their ears and pause slightly.

"Isn't Fang Ye just a doctor? How could he have made you like this?" The speaker was a middle-aged woman.

The one who answered was a middle-aged man, his voice dejected: "That's what I thought at first too. No matter what, he's just a doctor, isn't he?"

"So, I'm about to be benched very soon."

"And the direct cause of all this was just that I made one extra phone call. Isn't that ridiculous?"

The middle-aged woman, presumably the man's wife, spoke in a slightly raised voice: "Why? How can he be so arrogant?"

"No, I'm going to confront him. This is too much."

"Stop!" The middle-aged man's voice rose several octaves.

"Stop hurting me!"

"I'm already scared. The fact that I wasn't taken away by the Discipline Inspection Commission is because they showed me leniency."

"This is a tough nut to crack. She's got a powerful background. Don't mess around," the middle-aged man warned his wife.

"So what if you have a powerful background? Does having a powerful background mean you can bully people? You didn't do anything substantial, you just made a phone call and said a few words, and you're already saying you were drunk and confused?"

Is speaking a crime?

“I’m going to find him! I’ll go to his workplace tomorrow.” The woman felt it was extremely unfair.

"Stop kidding, really!"

"Nobody takes me seriously. If he really hates me, our family will fall apart."

"At least the salary has been reduced to a minimum, so we can still support our families and we're just thankful that we won't starve to death."

"If you keep causing trouble, forget about getting promoted through connections; it's uncertain whether you can even get out of this mess clean." The middle-aged man's tone was bitter, with a warning in it.

"If you don't want to get me killed, then you really shouldn't be making trouble."

"Look what a mess I've made!"

"At first, I even thought I had found him a benefactor..."

……

Tang Yi glanced at Fang Ziye with a very subtle look, his eyes filled with apprehension.

Fang Ziye's expression remained unchanged as he continued walking slowly towards the School of Basic Medical Sciences, their footsteps constantly crushing the dappled shadows of tree branches.

After walking some distance, Fang Ziye said, "Teacher Tang, I don't know this person at all, and I have no idea what he did. Do you believe me?"

Fang Ziye's tone was sincere, and his eyes were clear and bright.

After hearing Fang Ziye's words, Tang Yi's muscles trembled even more violently, and the sound of him swallowing heavily echoed through his body: "I believe you, which means you're even more awesome than I thought!"

"Those who manage to survive in the military sanatorium are the ones who truly transcend tribulations and ascend to immortality."

"Our so-called 'promotion' in a regular hospital is at best equivalent to reaching the level of a kindergarten senior!~"

Tang Yi wanted to ask a question in return.

Why are you explaining?
Your explanation is basically telling me that you're even more awesome than I thought, isn't it?

Tang Yi didn't know what a military sanatorium was like, nor did he know what kind of sanatorium Fang Ziye had visited.

As the teaching director of orthopedics, Fang Ziye's family background was something he knew about.

If Fang Ziye truly had an extraordinary background, he wouldn't have remained unknown and without any resources during his first few years of master's studies.

A true confidant might not directly ask you to keep Fang Ziye in the hospital, but they will definitely ask you to give them more "resources".

The way relationships are used changes constantly "transformed" with social development.

In today's society, no one with connections would be foolish enough to manipulate the hospital recruitment process anymore!
However, those with connections who are truly determined to get into the hospital have long since figured out the recruitment rules and are using their connections to indirectly 'buy articles' and 'buy technology'.

For articles that others couldn't write, I paid medical companies to conduct experiments for me, and I wrote them myself. For techniques that others couldn't learn, I paid money and used connections to get myself, an undergraduate from an ordinary university, directly placed under the tutelage of a top professor at Peking Union Medical College Hospital and trained for several years.

When you're preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam, can you, as a student from a typical 985/211 university, compare to my accumulated knowledge?
"Teacher Tang, let's not talk about this anymore. I'm actually quite wronged."

“I did everything he asked, but he called the Provincial Health Commission and specifically asked me to be targeted. He also conducted a background check on me privately.”

"As you know, my current medical records are not at our hospital!" Fang Ziye said.

Upon hearing this, Tang Yi suppressed his previous shock, his expression turning grim: "This is completely disregarding all boundaries?"

"Then his death was truly not unjust at all."

People who are quick to retaliate against others will not evoke any pity when they are the ones who get retaliated against.

poor person must have something mean.

……

Time flies like water, and three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

January 12, Sunday, sunny, 2-4 degrees Celsius.

At 7:20 a.m., Fang Ziye got off the treadmill in the hotel gym and started wiping his sweat with his own towel.

Just then, my phone rang.

"Uncle Chen!" Fang Ziye wiped the sweat from his ear and answered the call.

"Are you up yet? If you are, start eating breakfast and then go to the conference room, right?" Chen Guangbai's voice was mild, indicating that he had obviously been up for a while.

"Uncle Chen, I'm going upstairs to take a shower. We'll meet at 35 and go to the restaurant with Professor Li." Fang Ziye walked out of the gym towards the elevator.

Chen Guangbai laughed and said, "Are you sure you want to stay with our sanatorium team and not with your orthopedic team?"

Fang Ziye said, "I'm not very familiar with any of the orthopedic surgeons attending this development meeting!"

This year, only three orthopedic specialists from Hubei Province attended the conference.

One is Li Feng from the Department of Spinal Surgery at Tongji Hospital, and the other is Yao Zhengwu from the Department of Bone Tumors at Union Hospital.

Fang Ziye had met Yao Zhengwu a few times, but he had never met Li Feng, the director of the Hubei Provincial Orthopedics Association.

The other party did not contact Fang Ziye, and Fang Ziye did not take the initiative to disturb them.

"That's fine then, you can come with us."

"Actually, I would have preferred you to sit on our side," Chen Guangbai said with a smile.

"The elevator's here. I'll come down right away, take a shower, and it'll take me ten minutes at most," Fang Ziye reported.

At 10:33, Fang Ziye dried his hair, put on his down jacket, and went out.

The sanatorium sent a large group, including Li Yongjun, head of the surgical group; Professor Yang Fenggen, head of the internal medicine group; Professor Wang Qishan, Professor Cao Hexiang, and Chen Guangbai from the traditional Chinese medicine group.

This demonstrates that the traditional Chinese medicine capabilities of Enshi Sanatorium are quite significant, even within the entire province.

In comparison, the overall strength of surgery and internal medicine may not be as distinctive as that of traditional Chinese medicine.

It's understandable, after all, the TCM group was built up by Chen and Song, who are the leading figures in the national TCM community, so it's only natural that they would vigorously develop the TCM group.

These people were all quite familiar with Fang Ziye, and there wasn't much formality after they met.

After Professor Li Yongjun looked Fang Ziye up and down with a smile, he said, "Professor Fang's energy and spirit are even better than when he was in the sanatorium. It seems that teaching hospitals are more suitable places for doctors to recuperate!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye smiled and nodded: "Professor Li, the cases in the teaching hospital are naturally not as complicated and bizarre as those in the sanatorium."

"Fortunately, after slacking off for several months, I've finally made up for all the energy I lost. It's just that Professor Li and you all have had a hard time."

Li Yongjun's brow furrowed immediately, putting pressure on Fang Ziye once again: "Professor Fang, you are, after all, the deputy leader of our surgical team. When are you coming back?"

"Since you left, the number of patients we see in the surgical department has plummeted. Now, Dean Song Libo and Team Leader Pang Longshan are constantly putting pressure on me, and I'm under a lot of stress!"

Fang Ziye's expression was natural: "Professor Li is capable, so he has to do more. The greater his ability, the greater the pressure. Dean Song and Dean Pang must have high hopes for Professor Li."

Chen Guangbai seized the opportunity to say, "Professor Fang, you are right."

"Perhaps the next time you see Professor Li, you should change your name to Dean Li."

Fang Ziye was quite surprised to hear this.

Li Yongjun shook his head first: "I don't deserve it, Dr. Chen, please stop teasing me."

“Although the sanatorium requires clinical doctors to serve as directors, it’s not my turn.”

"Professor Yang from the internal medicine department, Professor Wang Qishan from the traditional Chinese medicine group, and Professor Min, the new professor from the anesthesiology department, are all much better than me."

"It's best not to make these kinds of jokes too often, lest you become a laughing stock."

Fang Ziye then interjected, "Professor Li, when exactly will our surgical branch be completed and put into use?"

“If I hadn’t heard that the surgical hospital was moving to Seoul, I would have gone back this month.”

"After all, as you know, I'm getting married soon, the wedding date is set for May, and we're still living apart right now."

When Fang Ziye put pressure on Li Yongjun, there was absolutely no trace of Photoshop.

Previously, Fang Ziye agreed to return to Zhongnan Hospital, but only to suppress the 'Trauma Surgery Department'; he never intended to become the director of the new hospital campus.

After all, it had been a long time since we had encountered any interesting cases at Zhongnan Hospital, making it inconvenient to research treatment methods for new diseases.

The knowledge gained from performing a single surgery is far less than what one would gain from working in a sanatorium.

However, Chen Guangbai said that the surgical ward would be moved to Donghu.

"Professor Fang, you really want to come back? Then how about I issue you a transfer order, and you can come back with me tonight?" How could Li Yongjun be afraid of Fang Ziye?

Fang Ziye first gave a restrained, apologetic smile.

It was all just a joke.

After having breakfast, the group went to the conference room in the office building.

The hotels they stayed in were all affiliated guesthouses of the Provincial Health Commission. They didn't look very impressive, but in reality, the facilities inside were excellent.

Although it's much worse than the hotels I stayed at in Kyoto, it's not inferior to four-star hotels.

The Provincial Medical Development Conference is not an academic conference, so there was no invitation.

The attendees included experts from various sectors within the province, as well as leading figures in the province's health and wellness sector.

Because it was in Seoul, many people from the Seoul Health and Wellness Commission system also came to participate.

These kinds of meetings are actually quite formulaic.

It mainly consists of speeches by leaders and representatives!

The morning was uneventful. In summary, it boils down to vigorously developing xxx, eliminating xxx, and correcting xxx...

The part that Fang Ziye and others can truly participate in and find interesting is the afternoon seminar. At that time, the provincial medical development conference will be divided into various specialties, giving everyone the opportunity to speak freely!
This meeting was somewhat similar to the mysterious meeting Fang Ziye had attended before, but it was also different.

That conference might assign tasks, but the Provincial Medical Development Conference wouldn't, and wouldn't dare to, easily assign tasks.

To put it bluntly, the health system of a province relies on just these few people to maintain appearances and achieve their "achievements." If the pressure is too great and people are ruined, then what will the current leaders use to achieve their "merits"?
Fang Ziye was so sleepy from listening to the meeting all morning that he even took a short nap afterward.

It was 2:20 PM.

Li Yongjun and Fang Ziye entered the small surgical meeting room.

After this division, the leaders were also divided into different levels, leaving only fifty or sixty people in the small meeting room.

There weren't many academicians in the team that attended this conference.

But Academician Cheng Xiaoping from the Department of Surgery did attend the meeting, and he was surrounded by people exchanging pleasantries with him.

Li Yongjun also took Fang Ziye over to greet him, calling him Professor Cheng, before Li Yongjun planned to leave immediately.

Unexpectedly, after Cheng Xiaoping glanced at Fang Ziye, he turned around and pointed at him, saying, "Fang Ziye, why are you running away?"

Professor Li Yongjun turned his body 90 degrees, a little stiffly, and then turned back around.

Fang Ziye smiled and gave a slight bow: "Professor Cheng, good afternoon."

Cheng Xiaoping stood up abruptly and walked through the crowd: "Fang Ziye, don't move!"

"You little rascal, don't you dare move!" Cheng Xiaoping's steps were swift and powerful.

Fang Ziye's expression was actually a little awkward; he knew why Cheng Xiaoping was so agitated.

But with so many people around, Fang Ziye really couldn't run away: "Professor Cheng, please be careful."

Cheng Xiaoping quickly came to Fang Ziye's side, grabbed Fang Ziye's shoulder and began to exert pressure, his tone icy: "Do you find it interesting to play with an old man like me?"

"Ok?"

"Don't tell me you don't know anything."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye instantly understood.

The information isolation screen at Enshi Sanatorium could not keep out the eyes and ears of academicians and bigwigs. Therefore, Professor Cheng Xiaoping knew that he had developed a prototype of a liver microcirculation device at Enshi Sanatorium.

"Professor Cheng, I didn't mean to!"

“When you came to me before, I was indeed a nobody and didn’t have much energy,” Fang Ziye explained, though his voice was slightly pale.

"And then what?" Cheng Xiaoping and Fang Ziye stood facing each other.

"What's wrong? I've already found your doorstep and gone inside your place, don't you know to turn around and look for me? How dare you?"

Cheng Xiaoping then carefully examined Fang Ziye's face: "It's not that big, is it?"

“Teacher Cheng, didn’t I feel that the timing wasn’t quite right?” Fang Ziye replied in a low voice.

"Heh, you think I'm very concerned about saving face and don't really care about results, right?"

"Do you even realize how much you could have accomplished in the months you've been dragging this out?"

Cheng Xiaoping made a gesture as if to hit him, but in the end he couldn't bring himself to do it: "He's just naughty, a mischievous monkey, and likes to play tricks on the old people."

"Fang Ziye, let me tell you, the two miniature circulation devices for the liver and spleen will definitely shine in the field of hepatobiliary, splenic and pancreatic surgery."

"It will certainly redefine liver-preserving and spleen-preserving surgeries further."

Fang Ziye stood at attention, his eyes slightly lowered, and said, "Professor Cheng, my miniature circulatory device is different from the one you want in terms of direction and function."

Do you consider them the same or different?

"I don't need you to use it, and even if I did, you wouldn't know how," Cheng Xiaoping retorted to Fang Ziye, then took a deep breath.

He explained, "Fang Ziye, you are still young, so don't look at any technique with prejudice. This is just your personal bias."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye decisively shook his head and nodded: "Teacher Cheng, I didn't!"

Even if Fang Ziye harbored prejudice, he would not admit it.

Because of Academician Cheng Xiaoping's "unexpected" action, Fang Ziye became the focus of attention in the conference room.

Professor Li Yongjun quietly withdrew, avoiding any trouble.

He knew that Academician Cheng Xiaoping knew him, Li Yongjun, because the hepatobiliary surgery and vascular surgery departments at Tongji Hospital had merged, and Academician Cheng Xiaoping must have heard his name from his colleagues in vascular surgery.

As for Fang Ziye, he's an unreasonable person with cheat codes, and Li Yongjun wouldn't compare connections with someone who's cheated.

"Professor Fang..."

"Hello, Professor Fang."

"Professor Fang, can I add you on WeChat?"

"Professor Fang, I've heard so much about you, but I've never had the chance to meet you." Many people began to gather around Fang Ziye.

Regardless of Fang Ziye's age, anyone who has made it this far, even if through connections, deserves our respect.

Moreover, Fang Ziye didn't get in through connections.

Although he is young, he has already come this far, so it wouldn't hurt to be on good terms with him beforehand. Who knows when he might need Fang Ziye's help.

Faced with the kindness of so many big shots, Fang Ziye happily opened his phone's QR code and politely added them one by one.

As the saying goes, connections are built up over time.

The people attending today's meeting are all top experts in various fields of surgery. Each specialty has at most two or three people, and some smaller specialties may only have one representative.

For example, the burn unit only had one professor attending the conference, and that professor was undoubtedly one of the most prominent figures in the province…

During this process, Fang Ziye also added Professor Li Feng of the Spinal Surgery Department on WeChat. Fang Ziye was not familiar with Li Feng, but that did not mean he did not know him at all.

"Teacher Li Feng, this is Fang Ziye. I've sent you the notes," Fang Ziye said politely.

Professor Li Feng, who is nearly sixty, is the director of the Department of Spinal Surgery at Tongji Hospital: "Xiao Fang, good afternoon. Let's get together more often when you have time."

"Okay, Teacher Li."

After adding Professor Cheng Xiaoping on WeChat, Fang Ziye found that Professor Cheng had already returned to his seat. He hadn't deliberately "kidnapped" him, but was just doing him a favor.

Fang Ziye then quietly found his spot and waited.

Before the meeting even started, all the administrative staff had arrived, and they even made a special visit to Professor Cheng Xiaoping.

After asking the questions, he didn't start the session early, but continued chatting and laughing with his acquaintances.

The meeting was not officially announced until exactly 2:30.

Furthermore, the leader, who made a brief opening statement, seemed to have been encouraged by someone and immediately named Fang Ziye:

"This year, our provincial medical development conference has a rather special expert who is only 31 years old. He is the youngest expert to attend the conference."

"A young and promising person must have a specialty."

"Professor Fang Ziye, why don't you start by sharing your views on the future direction of surgery?"

He looked at Fang Ziye with an innocent expression. The meeting was held at a large round table, so no one else needed to turn their head to focus their attention on Fang Ziye.

"..." (End of this chapter)