top student at medical school

Su Pengqi is not easily fooled, but he also needs to consider who is sitting in front of him trying to fool him.

As Su Pengqi looked at Fang Ziye, the ripples in his heart, beneath his calm gaze, gradually turned into turbulent waves.

Fang Ziye looked very young, much younger than me. He had a good appearance, and as he accumulated more knowledge and experience, he not only had the demeanor of someone in a position of power, but also the "arrogance" of a scholar!
This kind of aloofness is not the arrogant kind, but a self-confidence that comes from the bottom of one's bones, not a domineering attitude of trampling others underfoot.

If someone had told Su Pengqi a year ago that a young man could bring all cancer research in the world to a standstill, even if it was only for a few months, Su Pengqi would absolutely not have believed it.

And this unbelievable fact not only happened, but it also came without warning.

The development and advancement of a good team proceeds in an orderly and alternating manner. The various projects within the team operate in an organic way, with some projects in the final stages while others have already begun.

Only such internal circulation can support a healthy large team.

Clearly, Academician Ma Jun's team is a top-notch, healthy team, so many small group experiments within the team have been put on hold.

There's no need to delve into the details of the incident; it's already a fait accompli. However, Academician Ma Jun did inquire about the specifics of what happened.

On the surface, it appears that a paper by a team from the Department of Trauma Surgery at Tongji Hospital was being questioned, but in reality, Fang Ziye has launched a direct attack on the basic research community in oncology.

With a single stroke, everyone is equal.

Including but not limited to Fang Ziye's own team...

Without such a record, his teacher would never have sent him to Wuhan with his computer.

"Does Professor Fang always act so unpredictably?" Su Pengqi asked, his thoughts racing, before turning to a seemingly unrelated question.

"Dr. Su, in the field of scientific research, the unspoken rules are meant to be followed, but also meant to be broken!"

"The editorial department of any magazine does not restrict the identity, education, position or age of the contributor, making it the fairest place to showcase achievements at present."

"But in reality, if you analyze the ecosystem between magazines in detail, you'll find that different journals are also competing fiercely."

“Every journal looks forward to teams submitting their work with better research results in order to enhance their research influence,” Fang Ziye said.

“Some top scholars receive numerous invitations to write articles from various journals every day; this is no longer an unspoken rule.”

Su Pengqi's lips trembled slightly as he asked, "Professor Fang, is that alright?"

"But what if there's no follow-up?"

Su Pengqi does not deny that there is a mutually dependent relationship between some top scholars and top journals.

Before reaching this level, top scholars need the support of top journals to some extent, unless they have truly reached a state of transcendence.

"Dr. Su, Professor Ma's team is a top-tier team in the treatment of nasopharyngeal carcinoma worldwide, and their research in this area will definitely continue to deepen."

"Radiation therapy plays a crucial role in the treatment of nasopharyngeal carcinoma."

"I don't believe your team has never explored the idea of ​​improving current radiation therapy methods."

“Since you’ve had this idea, you can definitely move forward. As long as you keep moving, you’ll make some progress,” Fang Ziye said.

To be honest, under normal circumstances, Fang Ziye really doesn't want to dig a hole for no reason.

In the scientific research community, once a hole is dug, it must be buried to ensure a complete and thorough process.

Leaving unsolved mysteries behind might sound sophisticated, but in reality, it's something that will get you relentlessly criticized by industry professionals...

Just like some conjectures in the mathematics community, although many people are willing to challenge them, those who challenge them certainly don't know that they have criticized the person who proposed the conjecture thousands of times.

Why are you making up these random conjectures? If you're really that capable, why don't you just prove it?

After much guessing, most of the guesses turned out to be wrong.

Only a small number of unproven conjectures, which have a profound impact on fundamental mathematical research, are known to the public.

Digging a hole and not filling it is not a good scientific research ethic.

"Professor Fang, do you also have expertise in basic research on radiotherapy?" Su Pengqi had not read all of Fang Ziye's articles on the subject, so he really didn't know the boundaries of Fang Ziye's research.

In any case, the information he has collected so far shows that Fang Ziye is good at three main areas: basic scientific research, clinical research on surgical techniques, and animal experiments.

"I have some thoughts, but now is not the time to discuss them in detail."

"Dr. Su, why don't you tell Teacher Ma my idea? If Teacher Ma doesn't agree, we can think of other ways."

"Dr. Su is definitely not staying in Wuhan for just one or two days this time, right?" Fang Ziye replied.

If you want to attract an academician, an ordinary idea is definitely not enough; it will make others think you have something wrong with yourself.

If you were to offer a modified version of an ordinary technique to Professor Qiu Zhenghua as a pledge of allegiance, he would probably not even bother to glance at you.

Because if he wanted to, he could come up with more than a dozen such small improvements a year, so one more from you wouldn't make a difference.

Unless it is original, unless it is a treatment development that reshapes a new disease, or a reform that has a transformative impact on the basic way cancer is treated, it can not have a strong appeal to them.

There are only two core issues: to shake the "foundation"!
Basic modules, basic principles, and basic theories!
Because the foundation has been shaken, all the superstructure built upon it must be overthrown.

All improvements derived from the new foundation are inseparable from the basic theory, thus having a more profound impact and bringing about revolutionary changes in the treatment of a disease.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was a complete transformation!
……

Around ten o'clock, Fang Ziye and his group said goodbye at the hotel.

Su Pengqi still needed to report the results of today's conversation to Academician Ma Jun, and Fang Ziye and the others also needed to go back to rest.

As he stepped out of the hotel elevator, the glaring lights in the lobby made Jie Han squint slightly, and he hesitated a bit before saying, "Senior, we don't have much experience with radiotherapy in orthopedics."

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to throw bait at Teacher Ma like this?"

Radiotherapy is not a standard treatment for orthopedic tumors; it is mostly used as a palliative treatment to relieve pain in patients with metastatic bone tumors.

Fang Ziye turned his head and said, "You haven't memorized the treatment principles of radiotherapy for orthopedic tumors, have you?"

Hu Qingyuan paused for two seconds before retrieving the corresponding memory synapse: "Site difficult to operate on. Large tumors that are difficult to operate on. Patients who strongly refuse surgery."

Jie Han glanced at Hu Qingyuan and lowered his head slightly.

Even those who can truly grasp the essence of a theory, like Hu Qingyuan, cannot compare to him in terms of mere rote memorization.

However, Hu Qingyuan is currently only at the level of memorization and cannot be said to have any theoretical understanding.

“In spinal surgery, which is related to our orthopedics department, there are some tumors that are inconvenient to remove,” Fang Ziye pointed to the upper part of his neck.

"We have to take care of it."

"Just because you haven't used it doesn't mean you'll never use it!"

Jie Han's eyes widened, his entire body filled with horror. His voice suddenly became so strained he almost choked, extremely harsh, sharp, and low: "Senior brother, the medulla oblongata is the center of life!"

"I know, but I don't cut it easily."

Fang Ziye took a deep breath and led Jie Han and Hu Qingyuan out of the hotel.

After a cold wind swept by, all three of them couldn't help but tighten their collars.

Meeting the gazes of Jie Han and Hu Qingyuan, Fang Ziye said, "We are orthopedic surgeons. Although the more common diseases in our orthopedics department are mostly non-fatal."

"It seems that our primary role as orthopedic surgeons is to treat patients, rather than to save their lives."

"But in reality, every major has a certain area where you can fully utilize your professional skills; it just depends on whether you can make it through."

"Being a good orthopedic surgeon is enough to let you experience all the joys of being a doctor."

"There is no need to seek outside anymore."

"Others may not understand, but we must, so I have never easily changed my major."

"No matter what others say, or how they send me messages privately..."

Jie Han paused, while Hu Qingyuan's feet moved forward like a puppet, having already fully considered how he should start and stop.

In fact, neither Jie Han nor Hu Qingyuan are people who are easily fooled or brainwashed. It is very difficult for them to be obsessed with ordinary charm.

A wise person not only avoids falling in love, but also doesn't easily get caught up in a confusing situation.

Even with personal freedom like the cult of personality, the main thing is that they can think.

But at this moment, the charm that Fang Ziye exudes from within is irresistible to most people in the industry.

Hu Qingyuan is at a relatively low level, so when he sees industry leaders, he naturally admires them more.

Jie Han accompanied Fang Ziye all the way, and most of the time, he only regarded Fang Ziye as a senior brother or an older brother.

More often than not, it's about fellow students or brothers.

The mystique surrounding brotherhood can be dispelled.

It's extremely difficult to rekindle genuine charisma in a brotherly relationship.

Fang Ziye did it.

However, Jie Han also felt that he was getting further and further away from Fang Ziye's level.

The process of demystifying lies in understanding, and the key to regaining charm lies in the difference in levels of understanding.

Fang Ziye and Hu Qingyuan arrived at the car, glanced at Jie Han, and then, without saying much, simply got into the car.

Hu Qingyuan started the car, but the headlights weren't pointed in Jie Han's direction. Fang Ziye sat in the passenger seat and sent Jie Han a message.

"Jiehan, go back and rest early."

Jie Han picked up his phone and saw Fang Ziye's message; a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

At that moment, he remembered something Hu Qingyuan had said to him in the lab.

Very classic.

Therefore, one should always be without desire in order to observe its subtlety; one should always have desire in order to observe its manifestations.

Fang Ziye had already escaped the boundaries of his vision, so a different kind of barrier was newly applied between the two of them.

Jie Han couldn't understand the mystery of Fang Ziye's current state of mind.

Jie Han took several deep breaths before silently pulling himself out of his reverie, walking to his car, and starting the engine to head home…

No words all night! ~
Wednesday.

It was 7:20 in the morning.

Fang Ziye arrived at the department as usual and planned to have a meal in the chief inpatient office, but just as he turned from the door of the doctor's office, he was stopped by a family member who had followed him.

"Professor Fang, Professor Fang, you've finally arrived."

"Um, I'm the patient in bed 6. I was admitted to the hospital as soon as this month started!" The middle-aged man in the wheelchair approached with a smile.

His wife pushed him, slightly increasing the speed.

"Hello, hello, I remember you," Fang Ziye said with a smile as he turned around.

"Professor Fang, when can my husband have his surgery? He's been hospitalized for over ten days now." The middle-aged woman forced a smile and spoke gently, as if afraid of offending Fang Ziye.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye pursed his lips and said, "Your husband's condition is very complicated; it's a spinal cord injury syndrome."

"I need to consider this more carefully for a few more days before I can come up with a more suitable plan."

"If there are no problems, it will probably be scheduled for next Monday or Wednesday."

"His surgery cannot be rushed, much less rushed."

Hemiplegia caused by spinal cord injury can be cured if it is recovered. Without rehabilitation, there is currently no precedent for achieving functional reconstruction.

His surgery shouldn't be called functional reconstruction, it's functional regeneration!!

This is currently the most complex and challenging patient admitted to the department.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled and replied, "Professor Fang, I know that. If it could be rushed, I wouldn't have had to wait until today."

"But I've been hospitalized for so long, and my fellow patients who were admitted with me are starting to be discharged one after another, while there's still no definite news about my surgery."

It's impossible not to feel anxious.

"I have nothing to do every day," he sighed, patting his useless leg.

Sometimes, he even considered more extreme measures like amputation, followed by an AI prosthetic limb, so he could stand up again and enjoy the pleasure of walking.

"Brother, I understand how you feel."

"However, slow and steady wins the race. Although you are willing to trust me and let us work together, we can't just rush things and finish the surgery for the sake of finishing it."

Fang Ziye said, "I'm actually under more pressure than you are. There are no precedents to refer to in your case, so everything has to be reassessed."

"Surgery is definitely not something that can be achieved simply by opening a scalpel and moving things around inside the body. Some details and basic principles need to be understood before there can be any clues to follow during the surgery."

“You may think we don’t take you seriously, but we’ve actually talked about this many times in private.”

"We really can't rush it."

"Actually, I have quite a few patients like you in my clinic, but I haven't taken on a second one yet because I want to thoroughly understand this surgery."

"Strive to achieve a better outcome, even if you're the first patient to undergo surgery!"

"Although I can't guarantee that your surgery will be of the highest quality in the future, let's try our best so we don't regret it later, right?"

Fang Ziye's words were earnest.

When a new disease is just starting out, the patient's trust is one of the reasons why the surgeon dares to operate.

"Then I'll trouble you, Professor Fang. Just having this information is enough; I'm not in a rush."

"I'm sorry to bother you, Professor Fang." The middle-aged man still smiled ingratiatingly, suppressing his 'unrealistic hopes'!
When a middle-aged man is suffering from paralysis, a functional disorder, and has nowhere to turn for treatment, Fang Ziye's willingness to admit him to the hospital is essentially opening a door of hope for him.

No one wants to be paralyzed, not even an elderly person.

"Your surgery should be scheduled for next week," Fang Ziye said.

……

Watching the middle-aged couple leave, Fang Ziye's gaze shifted from confusion to determination. He had to take that first step; perhaps, right now, he was the only one in the world truly taking that first step in this direction.

There were no peers, no references, and no precedents of other people's "trial and error".

We have to leave.

Fang Ziye's conflicted feelings were quickly healed by other patients and their families.

During ward rounds, I saw some patients who could only lie down before the operation were now slowly starting to stagger on the floor, holding onto the bed.

Watching some fellow patients go from being supported by their families to being able to slowly walk with crutches, and seeing them excitedly report to me like they were showing off a treasure: "Professor Fang, I went to the toilet by myself yesterday."

"I went alone!"

"Professor Fang, my mother's wound has stopped oozing."

"Professor Fang, doesn't my dad's leg look much better? The wound seems to be healing."

"It's a light pink color. I've seen many people's wounds look like this when they start to heal online. Before, after I had my wound cleaned at other hospitals, the wound was all white and whitish..."

"Professor Fang, this is a local specialty we brought, it's cured meat."

"Professor Fang, what do you like to eat?"

"Professor Fang, do you have a girlfriend? Oh, you're getting married soon? Your wife must be very lucky. You're so handsome, so young, and your skills are so good."

"Oh my, which girl is so lucky..."

Fang Ziye emerged from the last ward belonging to his group, his face serious and somewhat embarrassed.

As she spoke, Li Nuo, in a high-pitched voice, mimicked the auntie's tone inside: "Professor Fang, if you ever get divorced, I'll definitely introduce you to a good girl!"

Li Nuo released his grip on the airway and exclaimed, "This old lady really knows how to 'talk'!"

Fang Ziye never imagined that his youth would be so "betrayed".

Fang Ziye said coldly with a stern face, "Lin Fangzhong, you're in charge of getting her discharged from the hospital today."

"She's in such a good mood, so her recovery must be going well. Her wounds are almost healed. Let her go back and get some exercise."

Lin Fangzhong replied without hesitation, "Okay, Teacher Fang."

"Actually, this lady could have been discharged this Monday, but she insisted on staying a few more days, saying it wasn't convenient for her!~"

"You're being discharged today. You'll be in charge of this." Fang Ziye's tone was cold and devoid of any emotion.

Actually, keeping her in the hospital for a few more days wouldn't have affected the overall situation, but she was too talkative and too enthusiastic, so Fang Ziye naturally had to be even more enthusiastic and let her undergo some 'training' in addition to functional exercises after being discharged!
Anyway, it won't affect the surgical prognosis.

……

Time flies, and before we knew it, it was January 19th.

Sunday afternoon, 2:06 PM.

At the entrance of a relatively secluded farmhouse, Su Pengqi, carrying his bag, shook hands warmly with Fang Ziye: "Professor Fang, thank you for your care and guidance these past few days."

"In particular, your guidance has really benefited me a lot, but unfortunately I am already this old and have a family to support."

"otherwise?"

As Su Pengqi spoke, he realized that what he said was a bit too emo, so he changed his words: "Life is full of encounters and regrets."

"It's a pity that time flies by and things are no longer the same! In the end, our fate was just too shallow."

Su Pengqi certainly couldn't understand Fang Ziye's skill level in just one night.

If Su Pengqi still can't see the tip of the iceberg after four or five days, then he doesn't deserve to be a core member of Academician Ma Jun's team.

Following Ma Jun, Su Pengqi's vision and focus were very high.

It is precisely because of this high level of vision that one can truly realize how terrifying Fang Ziye is.

"Dr. Su, fate is multifaceted. We can exchange ideas more often in the future."

"The good results this time are mainly due to the excellent topic you and Professor Ma formulated, and have little to do with me," Fang Ziye said politely.

Su Pengqi knew that Fang Ziye was being modest, and that some of his words touched on Academician Ma Jun, so he couldn't be too direct.

Moreover, if Fang Ziye hadn't interfered, their team's clinical research would have stood out among numerous clinical research projects.

After all, breakthroughs in fundamentals and frameworks are not commonplace; such achievements can be made in any era.

Most people's research results are minor adjustments rather than groundbreaking breakthroughs.

"Professor Fang, let's get together again next time we have the chance."

"As we part ways, I still want to convey my teacher's words: 'If Professor Fang ever has the chance to visit Guangzhou, he will definitely treat you to the most authentic Cantonese cuisine.'"

"This time, the CAA editorial department was able to make a slight concession and leave two pages for clinical trials. Professor Fang, you deserve the most credit."

“Of course, for two teams from China to appear in a journal like CAA, this issue must be very interesting. It’s one we love to read,” Su Pengqi said.

Yuan Weihong also came this time.

However, Yuan Weihong did not discuss his professional field with Su Pengqi; he was merely there to receive him.

He said in a risqué tone, "Dr. Su should understand the joy of a threesome."

Su Pengqi tilted his head slightly, then quickly shook his head, turning the tables on him: "Professor Yuan, I don't understand this! And I shouldn't understand it either. You'd better play less of this kind of game."

Yuan Weihong remained completely calm and replied, "Flying wing to wing, bound together by fate; their lives are pitiful, and their deaths are even more venerable."

"It seems Dr. Su doesn't like fishing, so she doesn't like the pleasure of a threesome."

"I think it's a very good vision that China's medical research community will always be able to shine with two stars in the future."

Yuan Weihong transformed vulgar and crude ideas into something elegant, and even incorporated poetry into his work.

Well, there's nothing we can do about it. The teacher's wife is a Chinese language teacher, so she probably loves reading poetry.

Su Pengqi realized his skills were insufficient and stopped driving: "Professor Yuan, Professor Fang, see you another day."

"I need to go back and report to my teacher too."

"At such a crucial time of year, it's not right for me to be constantly traveling outside."

Yuan Weihong nodded and said, "Dr. Su, have a safe journey. I have some business to discuss with Ziye, so I won't see you off any further."

Su Pengqi quickly shook his head: "Professors, you go about your business. I'll just take a taxi there myself."

"Dr. Jie even took me to the high-speed rail station; I was already very happy. Thank you both professors for your kind hospitality!"

After Su Pengqi finished speaking, he got into the car. Jie Han waved goodbye to Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong, then started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong returned to their car. Fang Ziye had picked up Yuan Weihong and was now responsible for taking him back to the ward.

Yuan Weihong sat in the passenger seat, squinted for a moment to calm himself down, and then said, "Ziye, after more than ten days of reorganization, the department has finally calmed down."

"You probably won't need to come back for surgery next week."

Fang Ziye turned his head, slightly surprised: "So fast?"

"I remember there were still some patients whose cases hadn't been treated?"

Yuan Weihong sighed: "So this is the world of martial arts. It may seem calm on the surface, but it is always a mixed bag. People from all walks of life are intertwined."

"Fang Ziye, have you ever considered that ordinary patients with functional impairments are only a small fraction of the many patients?"

"The patients we treat in our department only represent a small part of the population."

"There are many more people who need you, Fang Ziye, and who respect you, Fang Ziye, so they stepped forward to set the tone."

"The waves on the Yangtze River, if placed in the sea, probably wouldn't even cause a ripple," Yuan Weihong remarked with a touch of melancholy.

"The world is a chessboard, and the moves are yet to be made."

“Once you make a move, someone will definitely have a corresponding response.”

“Before this, no one could force you, Fang Ziye, to go back up the mountain, because the treatment of new diseases cannot be forced out.”

“But you, Fang Ziye, are capable enough that when you have such an idea, someone will pave the way for you.”

Fang Ziye lightly applied the brakes to slow down the car, carefully passing other vehicles on the narrow road, and still didn't accelerate too suddenly: "Master, is it possible to do this?"

“Of course!” Yuan Weihong nodded.

"That's what makes it even more interesting."

"There must be a lot of people who need your skills."

"According to Director Deng, the sanatorium also stepped in to help, so the matter was naturally dropped."

At this point, Yuan Weihong added, "By the way, just like last weekend you announced that you were going to perform a teaching surgery, right?"

"This week, many hospitals in Kyoto and Shanghai have sent letters to Professor Deng."

"These include, but are not limited to, places like Jishuitan Hospital, the General Hospital of the People's Liberation Army, and Renji Hospital."

"With all these letters coming in, Tongji Hospital and Union Hospital don't know how to arrange their teaching surgeries."

"It's not appropriate to be ranked too early, nor is it appropriate to be ranked too late."

"You should also have one of these invitations in your email, right?"

Yuan Weihong was not only struck by the 'fluctuations' within his department, but also by the exceptional responsiveness of professors from other hospitals.

Almost immediately after Fang Ziye announced that he would no longer routinely perform similar surgeries in the hospital, they invited him to teach under the guise of arranging teaching surgeries.

Firstly, it was to give money to Fang Ziye; secondly, it was to cater to Fang Ziye's preferences and also to help him gain some fame.

There's no way around it; there's just too much demand for advanced medical technology.

Although Fang Ziye never personally oversaw operations at other hospitals in Hubei Province, he did not perform many surgeries.

However, the origin of the "major" functional reconstruction surgery is Zhongnan Hospital in Wuhan, where the standard surgical procedures have always been the latest.

It belongs to the most authentic martial arts secrets.

It's always being updated.

Naturally, other hospitals in Wuhan, taking advantage of their geographical location and the support of the local community, would also frequently try to take advantage of the situation.

They were quite familiar with Liu Huanglong, Deng Yong, and Yuan Weihong, so they asked them questions frequently.

When it comes to discussing technology, you don't have to know everything, but if you know something and then keep it to yourself, that shows a lack of character.

This kind of thing can only be done quietly, not too obviously, otherwise you'll be looked down upon by people in the industry.

Therefore, most of the top hospitals in Seoul can obtain the latest recommended standard surgical procedures.

However, outside the province, these small changes don't happen so quickly.

First, Zhongnan Hospital shouldn't be flaunting its functional reconstruction surgery as a weapon in the industry, asking you for the latest version every day.

Therefore, in the process of communicating with peers from the outside world, academic conferences are the central focus of communication.

To resolve this time delay, a better approach would be to bring Fang Ziye, the R&D engineer, over there so that he can provide a more systematic summary and teaching.

This allows for the systematic collection of fresh data, and perhaps during the teaching surgery process, the collision of knowledge between different hospitals can lead to new directions for improvement.

Fang Ziye said, "Master, I have also received them, but I have declined quite a few for the time being."

"However, it is inconvenient to refuse invitations from professors like Professor Zhang Yue of West China Hospital and the Sixth Affiliated Hospital of Shanghai, who are with whom I have a close relationship."

"But that's next month's date."

"It definitely won't be over before the New Year."

"After the New Year, I'll prioritize visiting one or two places within the province, and then fly to other provinces. That's my tentative plan," Fang Ziye said.

"If we fly like this five or six times, we'll be halfway through the year."

Teaching surgeries is not Fang Ziye's main job, so he won't do it very often.

That's precisely why opportunities are so precious.

Yuan Weihong nodded: "That's enough."

As the two were talking, Fang Ziye's phone rang again. It wasn't Fang Ziye's private phone, but a consultation call.

Fang Ziye frowned instantly; it wasn't his shift today.

The call came from Chen Guofeng in the emergency department. His voice was crisp and without any politeness: "Professor Fang, are you available to come to the operating room now?"

"Professor Chen, I'm outside right now, and it's still quite a distance from where I'm going back to the hospital."

"It's about an hour's drive." Today is Sunday, and Fang Ziye came to a farmhouse, which is quite far from the hospital.

"Professor Fang, please try your best to get back."

“There was a serious car accident nearby, and more than a dozen people were transferred to our hospital’s emergency department. Eight or nine of them were in critical condition.”

"Let's try our best to grab some!"

“Okay!” Fang Ziye’s eyes narrowed, and he nodded before Yuan Weihong could reply.

Chen Guofeng hung up the phone on his own initiative.

When Fang Ziye looked at Yuan Weihong, Yuan Weihong very 'sensibly' said, "I'm going to see your teacher's wife and my mother-in-law. You can just drive over there."

Fang Ziye knew that Yuan Weihong actually had other plans for today; he had arranged to discuss a research topic with Ning Zhengyang, an academic PhD.

Of course, Fang Ziye didn't dwell on it too much.

When a hospital encounters a large number of emergency patients, the hospital must take responsibility, and it is no longer directly related to the on-call staff.

As a staff member of the new campus, Fang Ziye must do his best, given his capabilities. (End of Chapter)