top student at medical school

February 20th, Thursday, the 2rd day of the first lunar month. Sunny.

"Professor Fang, good morning!" Tang Xiaoping greeted Fang Ziye downstairs at the surgical building of the new campus of Zhongnan Hospital.

"Good morning, Professor Tang..." Fang Ziye extended his hand and shook hands with Tang Xiaoping briefly.

After releasing him, Tang Xiaoping looked Fang Ziye up and down for a moment, then teased him with a half-smile, "Professor Fang will soon be going ashore and returning home. I wonder how many young ladies in our surgery and operating room will be crying their eyes out."

"What a pity, so many pretty and sensible girls, but I didn't remember any of them."

Tang Xiaoping used irony.

The people waiting for the elevator were all from the surgical department, but they weren't familiar with Fang Ziye, so they were quite surprised to hear this: "Professor Fang is getting married? When? Where is it? How come we haven't heard anything about it?"

"Looks like I won't be able to get Fang Ziye's wedding invitation and candy."

Fang Ziye hurriedly replied, "Brother Guo, there are still almost two months left. The date is set, it's April 13th."

"It will be held in Wuhan. If Brother Guo is free at that time, come over for a drink."

Tang Xiaoping is trying to attract customers for himself.

Within the system, not everyone attends celebrations, but most people will bring a gift as a gesture of goodwill.

Since starting work, Fang Ziye has sent out quite a few, usually two to four hundred in standard format, all according to a uniform standard.

If the personal relationship is good, then the gift is given according to the individual's relationship with the person.

The man called Brother Guo hurriedly said, "Professor Fang, that depends on whether we're on duty or not. If we're not on duty, we'll definitely come and join in the fun."

"I just hope they don't sell me a standing ticket."

The surgical system is full of people who can joke, and they can make jokes that are just right.

"Of course not, Brother Guo!"

"The elevator's here, Brother Guo, please go first." Fang Ziye gestured for Brother Guo and Tang Xiaoping to enter the elevator first...

After entering the elevator, the man called Brother Guo said, "Professor Tang, do you know?"

"As the saying goes, people are in high spirits when they have a happy event, but judging from Professor Fang's face, he doesn't seem to be enjoying it very much."

"Last week, Professor Fang was the only representative from our medical school and clinical college to receive the award for the Top Ten Young Scientific Research Talents in the school. We were supposed to have Professor Fang give a speech, but he declined."

"It seems that Professor Fang has always been quite low-key."

Tang Xiaoping couldn't help but laugh at these words. He glanced at Brother Guo a few times before lowering his voice and whispering in his ear, "Guo Zha, this is something you don't know."

"Professor Fang has even won the National Science and Technology Progress Award. As for our school's Rising Star Award, it's already a favor that Professor Fang is even allowed to attend."

"It's only because the school issued the certificate to Professor Fang this year to avoid any appearance of impropriety. Otherwise, Professor Fang would have received it long ago."

Guo Chi was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

He wasn't an orthopedic surgeon, nor was he familiar with Fang Ziye. It was impossible for him to be studying Fang Ziye's resume every day. He only knew that Fang Ziye had published in a top journal like CAA this year.

There are quite a few people in the hospital who have won the National Science and Technology Progress Award, and many of our predecessors have also received this honor. The hospital has not published any special articles or public accounts to publicize this matter.

In addition, Han City University won the special prize in last year's national awards, and most of the attention was focused on that, so Fang Ziye's winning of the second prize of the National Science and Technology Progress Award was not publicized.

Guo Chi looked at Fang Ziye very carefully, his whole body trembling.

It's truly unbelievable that so many honors have been bestowed upon such a young man. Even though I had long heard of Fang Ziye's extraordinary talent, the sheer number of accumulating achievements with factual evidence before me is still quite astonishing.

Tang Xiaoping's voice was very soft, and Fang Ziye didn't know what he had said to Guo Zha. Even if he did know, he wouldn't care.

He waited silently for the elevator doors to open, people getting on and off, all the way to the floor where the trauma surgery department was located.

Guo Zhi got off the elevator early, and after exiting, he still looked at Fang Ziye deeply several times, as if trying to remember Fang Ziye's calm and composed expression to inspire himself.

After getting off the elevator, Fang Ziye sighed and said with a half-smile, "Teacher Tang, I don't know if you're trying to make me look bad or if you really want to promote me."

Tang Xiaoping replied very seriously, "Professor Fang, please don't misunderstand. I really admire you, and I'm not trying to flatter you."

"Furthermore, what merit or ability do I have to flatter Professor Fang to the point of ruin?"

"Professor Fang, you've got everything I can think of!!"

Fang Ziye has received many honors, many of which came about in leaps and bounds, and these leaps were actually due to last year's 'accident'!
This unexpected incident almost prevented the school from having time to award Fang Ziye any honors.

As a doctoral student, Fang Ziye could participate in the evaluation of scientific research progress in Hubei Province, but since he was not an employee of Wuhan University, he was not eligible to participate in the university's honor evaluation.

The top-tier research award for graduate students that could be given to Fang Ziye was a pittance; even if it were given to Fang Ziye, it would be useless to him.

Moreover, Fang Ziye was indeed found to have violated the regulations regarding his 'education system' last year, which was completely incompatible with the official documents issued by the school!

"Teacher Tang, thank you for your praise. I will take it as true and use it as encouragement."

"Professor Tang, it's getting late, I'm going inside for lunch," Fang Ziye said.

"Professor Fang, you're busy with your own things. Your business is far more important than our nonsense!"

“However, if it’s convenient at the time, Professor Fang, could you do me the favor and let me transfer a patient over?” Tang Xiaoping said.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Professor Tang, for inpatients who meet the consultation and referral procedures, there should definitely be no problem."

Interdepartmental referrals are another form of new patient admission to wards that is separate from the outpatient appointment-based inpatient system.

When hospitalized patients apply for consultations or referrals, they should be given priority, to a certain extent, over outpatients who have made appointments for hospitalization.

After all, patients who are hospitalized usually stay for a long time, so the appointment time will also be relatively long.

This can be considered a "small privilege" for the staff of this institute!
If a relative insists on seeing a particular professor, they can be admitted to their own ward first, and then transferred through a consultation to skip the queue.

Ordinary patients cannot perform this step.

Because you don't have any other specific medical conditions, you can't be admitted to other departments.

For patients already hospitalized, if they have other specialties that require specialist assistance, these must be prioritized; otherwise, the waiting process will incur additional costs for the patient.

Moreover, if the hospital stay is too long, the medical insurance department will also cause trouble for the hospital!
It may not be possible to find an individual on a one-to-one basis; hospital rules and regulations will also try to minimize the overall length of hospital stay.

When Fang Ziye entered the ward, he saw that his patients and their families were all very polite.

Good morning, Professor Fang.

"Professor Fang, you've arrived."

"Professor Fang, we can be discharged today. Thank you so much, Professor Fang. After all this time, we can finally go home."

"Professor Fang, is our surgery tomorrow?" Many people greeted Fang Ziye, each with their own questions.

"Okay, okay, good morning to you all too."

Fang Ziye pointed to several family members who were asking professional questions, and said again with a stern face, "I have told you many times that you should pay attention to your personal privacy. Your medical conditions are very private matters. Do not discuss them in front of others. That is against the rules."

"We can ask you when we do the rounds later," Fang Ziye said reproachfully, but with a smile on his face.

“Hey, what’s wrong with discussing this? We’re not afraid of this,” the family member who was being reprimanded by Fang Ziye quickly said.

"Yes, yes! Saying it won't cost us anything."

Fang Ziye nodded and smiled, "Actually, you can ignore it, but that's our rule. If the medical staff come to inspect and hear this, I might be in big trouble."

"We need to write reports!!"

"Let's talk later..."

As Fang Ziye walked forward, a young man appeared in front of him. He was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was looking at Fang Ziye.

Without saying a word, he stood up unsteadily.

His hands gripped the handles of the wheelchair, and although he was using his hands to assist, he could clearly feel that his legs, which had been useless for nearly two years, were now strong again and he could use his strength.

That's awesome!
He stood halfway up, but eventually, due to lack of strength, he slowly fell back down. Yet, his expression remained excited, and his voice was hoarse, making it hard to tell whether he was happy or sad: "Professor Fang, I can stand up a little bit now."

“I can really stand up now, I can feel it myself!” he said with certainty.

His parents were carefully by his side, but his wife and children were not there today.

Fang Ziye took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and said, "It's good that I can stand up and use my strength."

"This already meets the expectations we discussed earlier."

"But this may be the maximum benefit of this treatment. Although the current recovery is going well, you shouldn't be too hopeful or expectant."

"High standards and requirements without theoretical support are like rootless duckweed!"

The young man nodded and said, "I know, Professor Fang."

"But this is so much better than when I was first admitted to the hospital?"

"I'm already very satisfied!"

"Now that I can stand up, I might be able to walk a few steps forward in the future, and maybe even walk a distance with crutches."

"I'm not greedy, yet I am greedy." The young man's expression was hesitant, and there was an indescribable sense of loneliness in his tone.

However, although Fang Ziye could restore his urge to defecate and even allow him to roughly complete the process, he could also stand up easily.

But that couldn't reverse his desperate gamble on his "goal"!
Shortly after his surgery, his wife filed for divorce.

She can leave the child behind, ask for nothing of the joint property, and even return part of the dowry she received, all she asks for is to leave with nothing!
Because the young man is young, only in his early twenties, and his wife is a few months younger than him, they have a long road ahead of them.

She was unwilling to spend the rest of her life with a paralyzed person!

She was never a member of this family in the first place; she only became involved with it by chance for a few years. Now she feels it's a burden, so she wants to escape this cage.

She also mentioned that she could provide appropriate alimony in the future...

His wife wasn't an oddball; she was just a very real person who made the most authentic choice that best suited her own interests.

The divorce proceedings are not yet complete, but the divorce is a fait accompli.

A superficial harmony is useless.

"Keep up the good work. I hope your future will get better and better, and I believe it will get better and better," Fang Ziye said.

"But my blessing is just a blessing; I have to go have breakfast."

The young man hurriedly said, "Professor Fang, please go eat first. We can talk again when we do rounds later..."

Eating is the most important thing!

Nothing is more important than someone else eating. No matter how touching the scene is, nothing is more important than something else.

……

The general inpatient office and the director's office have essentially become two breakfast buffet areas in the department.

The resident physicians in the ward gathered in the chief inpatient office, while associate senior physicians Li Nuo, Tang Yi, and others surrounded the director's office.

Tang Yi then complained, "Let me tell you, this morning, my wife secretly went through my phone."

"After I came to the new hospital campus, I started leaving early and coming home late, and I rarely ate breakfast at home. He even thought I was cheating on him!"

"I need to ask Director Fang for some mental distress compensation later!"

"It's all his fault."

Just as Tang Yi finished speaking, Fang Ziye walked in from outside with breakfast. Li Nuo immediately betrayed Tang Yi: "Director Fang, Brother Tang said he wants you to give him some benefits to comfort him about the 'emptiness' caused by the hurt he suffered!"

Tang Yi glared at Li Nuo and quickly stood up: "Fang Ziye, Li Nuo is talking nonsense!"

"If you don't believe me, ask Brother Wang." Tang Yi asked Wang Zongkai to be his witness.

Wang Zongkai had already finished breakfast. He was holding a teacup, legs crossed, and nodded: "Director Fang, Teacher Tang said he wants you to give him a benefit."

Tang Yi clenched his fist and pressed it against his forehead: "What sins have I committed? Hand surgery and trauma surgery are inseparable, how could I believe you would help me?"

"Brother Kai, I misjudged you. All those drinks I treated you to were a waste!"

Fang Ziye ignored the jokes and announced very formally, "Teachers, brothers, when I arrived, Du Kuo in bed 14 was already able to stand up by himself while holding onto his wheelchair!"

"Brothers, we did it!!!"

"We have successfully transferred the specific treatment plans from animal experiments to clinical practice!"

"With these preliminary clinical trials and animal experiments, we can apply for substantial funding and establish a research project..."

Fang Ziye is an associate senior physician. In clinical practice, associate senior physicians can explore new surgical techniques and therapies.

This is a research right granted to associate senior physicians by the state.

However, if this treatment is to be widely applied to the general public, it still needs to undergo more rigorous animal and clinical trials.

Essentially, medicine can use a few people as guinea pigs to test the feasibility of a certain treatment, but it will not allow a new treatment to be directly used as consumables in clinical trials on a large number of patients.

It's impossible to agree to use so many people as trial and error costs!

"Awesome!~" "Yesterday he was still trembling in both legs!" Tang Yi put aside his resentment and was extremely excited.

He pounded his left hand with his right fist!
"Awesome, incredibly awesome."

"How can I describe this?" Tang Yi's excitement was so intense that his eyes began to wander.

Xu Gongming, the chief physician of Zeng Duoqin's team, laughed and said, "Brother Tang, being speechless is the best way to describe it."

"Sometimes, the rigor of literature is better at expressing emotions."

"To be awesome and yet forced to be awesome—this simplest expression is the highest praise!"

"Professor Fang is invincible!"

"Ziye is so domineering..." Zhu Quanlin, Zhang Wenlin, Li Nuo, and others all offered their flattery.

While it's true that adding flowers to brocade is not as good as providing charcoal in the snow, failing to add flowers when they should be added can still leave a lasting impression.

Wear it a thousand times, but never wear it!
Fang Ziye nodded slightly and said, "Alright, alright, brothers, please let me show off for three minutes. You can praise me for three minutes, and I'll accept whatever you praise me for."

"Three minutes later, we returned to normal, and people went about their meals, ward rounds, and work."

Upon hearing this, Tang Yi said, "Ziye, you are still too calm and cautious. At a time like this, you only want to enjoy yourself for three minutes?"

"Is there a possibility that your sister-in-law might be unhappy with this timing?"

Li Nuo said, "Brother Tang, as long as you're feeling good, a few seconds should be enough, right..."

Li Nuo is a person with life experience and a lot of insights!
Everyone laughed.

……

Fang Ziye's excellence doesn't need any special embellishment; as long as the meaning is clear and the sentiment is conveyed, that's enough.

It’s too late.

Fang Ziye precisely cut off the three minutes before saying, "Time's almost up. Next, I might need to allocate the sub-branches of the research project!"

"Based on our current basic research, the ability to restore some sensory and motor functions in patients is already the limit that can be achieved by reactivating local silent electrical pathways after spinal cord injury!"

"After all, the spinal cord has been damaged, and some of the pathways can never be reopened. Therefore, patients with spinal cord injuries can never return to a normal state through microcurrent stimulation!"

"This is its structural limitation. We have come very close to the upper limit of this function recovery, and this upper limit varies from person to person."

"Therefore, next, we need to apply these upper limits, rearrange and combine them, and reconstruct the patient's lower limb function in an individualized manner according to the specific circumstances of each person!"

"The dead cannot be brought back to life, and the living can only live well!" Fang Ziye concluded by summarizing the current treatment of spinal cord injuries in one sentence!
Some channels are already dead, and they're definitely dead; they won't regenerate!

At least not at the moment.

Don't dwell on things that are already dead, and don't always try to create new channels; that will only waste more useless time.

It might not be possible to break through this barrier even in a hundred or several hundred years!

If this kind of thing can be broken through, it is estimated that the upper limit of human lifespan will also be broken through!

Therefore, we should use whatever we have.

Based on the number of channels activated and the functions restored, we can then explore whether other surgical methods can be used to reconstruct some functions for these spinal cord injury patients.

This isn't reconstruction, it's reinvention!
Seeing that Zeng Duoqin and the others had become serious and tense, and were listening intently, Fang Ziye decided not to make things difficult for them and made arrangements for them one by one.

"We already have a relatively mature team for animal testing, so we can't assign anyone there for the time being."

"However, the essence of movement lies in the contraction of muscles, and the essence of normal movement lies in the ability of muscles to produce pivotal and regular movements across joints."

Therefore, in functional reconstruction, it is essential to distinguish between functional and non-functional muscles and to provide them with adequate support!

"We must also explore ways to reconstruct and reposition the origin and insertion points of muscles that cross joints."

“Brother Kai, if you have time, you can take some time to study Professor Tang and the joint surgery team he represents in depth.”

"Professor Du Xinzhan and his team can provide technical support at any time. This is a task that you need to continuously promote for at least the next six months."

"One month is the timeframe. If there's no progress within a month, I'll either intervene directly or switch teams!"

Fang Ziye laid out the unpleasant truth upfront.

You can come here to gain experience, but you can't just coast along without knowing anything or contributing anything.

If you can't handle the tasks you represent, then why should my team keep an idle person like you, just to make the team look bigger and more numerous?

impossible!
Wang Zongkai and Tang Yi exchanged a glance, then nodded: "Director Fang, don't worry, we will do our best and will not delay the progress of the project."

Fang Ziye had already fed him to his mouth; there was no reason for him not to eat.

Whether or not it can be digested depends on the individual's constitution.

Everyone's stomach is a little different.

Having said all the unpleasant things, Fang Ziye naturally had to say some nice things, which were also what he truly felt: "Teacher Tang, Teacher Wang!"

"Of course, the reason I put it this way is that I don't want you two to be too stubborn. If it really doesn't work, you can ask more questions and seek advice instead of burying yourselves in your own work."

"You can be without a plan, and you can persevere, but don't let your stubbornness affect the overall situation in order to persevere."

"You might be able to stubbornly come up with a solution, but by the time you figure it out, it'll be too late."

"We are a team. The purpose of a team is to complement each other, communicate with each other, and learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses, rather than working independently to show off that you are better than others and that you have made a greater contribution!"

"Aside from this research topic, we must scale back our clinical work for the next few months!"

"For example, in our team, after I take leave, we can only perform functional reconstruction surgery and limb-sparing surgery for severe injuries. We don't accept any other limb-sparing surgeries, whether it's diabetic foot or any other type of surgery!"

"For example, Professor Zeng's group mainly focuses on functional reconstruction and transposition techniques; functional rehabilitation techniques should no longer be performed!"

"Clinical work and research projects must be kept separate, and effectively separated!"

Fang Ziye will take leave in April, combining his annual leave and marriage leave with the May Day holiday, for a total of more than 30 days. This will be Fang Ziye's total vacation time this year.

In March, Fang Ziye will definitely be very busy, because the surgical team of the sanatorium will also be moved from Enshi. At that time, Fang Ziye will also devote some of his energy to that area.

It's possible that, in order to make the research project run more accurately and quickly, the follow-up clinical research on spinal cord injury will be transferred there.

One advantage of conducting clinical research in a sanatorium is that you don't have to worry about medical disputes!
No teaching hospital can do this!

"Okay, Ziye!" Although Fang Ziye's words sounded somewhat disdainful of them, what he said was the truth.

Acting within one's capabilities and having self-awareness are signs of maturity.

"Brothers and teachers, there's no need to be so serious. I'm just stating the facts! Aside from that, jokes are still fine. I'm still the same Ziye," Fang Ziye said.

Tang Yi scoffed, "I don't believe your nonsense!"

"Director Fang, what if you get angry and kick us out?"

"That would be a huge loss."

"Director Fang, even though I'm not a woman, we still cry..."

Seeing Fang Ziye's disgusted expression, Tang Yi laughed happily.

To be honest, although having a younger boss can sometimes make me feel unbalanced, it can also be quite fun to tease them sometimes.

Fang Ziye didn't dare to talk back!
After all, Fang Ziye used to be an orthopedic student, while Tang Yi was already the teaching supervisor back then!

After checking the rooms, Du Kuo, who was in bed 14, although his family wasn't well-off, still bought Fang Ziye two fruit baskets and a banner. In addition to expressing his verbal gratitude, he also showed his appreciation with practical gifts.

The text in the tender documents was not standardized; it was written by the young people themselves.

There are ten characters in total.

"I was once worse off than dead, but now I'm living a second life."

Ten characters, with a touch of literary flair.

It was only then that the young man told Fang Ziye that his work was related to writing.

However, he doesn't write published texts like novels; instead, he writes periodicals such as interviews, short reviews, and news articles, which require on-site interviews.

"Thank you, thank you, you've gone to so much trouble."

"You've really gone to so much trouble, you don't need to be so polite," Fang Ziye said sincerely as he accepted the bouquet that Du Kuo shakily stood up to offer.

Fang Ziye doesn't lack this banner or this fifty yuan performance bonus.

"Professor Fang, I am deeply grateful. This is probably the only thing I can truly express my gratitude to you in my life."

"I can't afford the rest either!"

"I probably won't be able to afford it in the future. You are my benefactor. Within my means, I'm just expressing my gratitude and trying to ease my conscience."

"Thank you so much, Professor Fang." Du Kuo sat down, but his right hand was still tightly gripping Fang Ziye's wrist.

Seeing this scene, Fang Ziye was at a loss as to how to persuade them or how to stop it.

But Du Kuo's expression suddenly changed drastically. He immediately let go of Fang Ziye's hand, turned around, and said urgently, "Dad, give me a push, I need to go to the toilet!"

Upon hearing this, Du Kuo's father immediately nodded and pushed Du Kuo away.

And so, Du Kuo ran off first!
Having finally regained his "personality," he certainly didn't want to lose control of his bladder in front of Fang Ziye again...

Upon seeing this, Fang Ziye did not find Du Kuo rude; instead, he smiled slightly.

Even such a simple escape, isn't it a long-cherished dream for them?

Fang Ziye carefully accepted the fruit basket, folded the banner, put it back in the director's office, and then left through the back door!

Today is Thursday, a non-surgical day. After Fang Ziye finished his rounds and arranged the surgeries, he still had research tasks to handle in the animal laboratory.

A person who chooses to improve themselves will never be afraid of not having something to do, as long as they want to keep busy.

If you feel bored, it's usually because you haven't even stepped into the formal field, so you're just a half-baked amateur!

……

Fang Ziye was in a good mood the whole way.

After parking his car in the animal laboratory parking lot, Fang Ziye whistled as he watched the tender green buds swaying in the spring breeze, feeling that everything in the world was wonderful.

Fang Ziye's phone rang, and he answered it with a smile: "Hello?"

"Hello, are you Professor Fang Ziye from Zhongnan Hospital?" The voice that came back was that of a man who was at least middle-aged, and possibly an old man, but he had just raised his voice.

"Yes, that's right. May I ask who you are?" Fang Ziye nodded.

"Oh, Professor Fang, I'm so glad I got in touch with you. This is the Liver Disease Research Institute of the Kyoto Academy of Medical Sciences. We're currently working on a very important research project."

"This research topic is not only related to international patent competition, but also closely related to people's livelihoods. I wonder if Professor Fang would be interested in coming over?"

"We were also planning to ask Professor Fang if your unit would transfer you, but we are now asking for your opinion in advance."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye paused, then asked, "Huh?"

"Teacher, are you sure you're not mistaken? I'm an orthopedic surgeon."

"What can I do even if I come to the Institute of Hepatobiliary Diseases?"

A chuckle came from the other end: "Professor Fang, let's be frank. You can improve the miniature circulation devices for the limbs, so you can definitely master the miniature circulation devices for organs like the liver and kidneys!"

"The research project our team is working on is very important; it is one of the major projects that the country attaches great importance to. Therefore, we hope that Professor Fang can come and assist us for a period of time."

"I hope Professor Fang can do me a favor."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye continued, "Teacher, you must be mistaken. I am now an orthopedic surgeon, and my research focuses on bone tumors and trauma."

"Professor Fang, please stop making excuses. I have inquired about other aspects. Your trauma surgery-related research project is ready to be completed, and your bone tumor-related research project is also in its final stages."

"You're just having a few surgeries right now."

"Surgery can only save a few lives. How can that compare to the development of a transplant circulatory system?"

"It's settled then! I'll send the transfer order over later." The other party didn't give Fang Ziye a chance to refuse.

Under the blazing sun, the sunlight was dazzling, but a cold wind blew by, showing that winter had not completely disappeared.

"No, teacher, did you not understand me or not understand what I'm saying? I'm a trauma surgeon! Not a hepatobiliary surgeon," Fang Ziye emphasized again.

"Does it matter?" The other party made it clear that he understood Fang Ziye's meaning, but he didn't care about it!
Fang Ziye's expression immediately turned somber: "What if I really don't want to?"

"That's not up to you!" came the reply from the other end of the phone.

"Our research institute has priority in applying for this project, Professor Fang. You'll see when you come. It won't harm you."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye took a deep breath and replied calmly, "I'd like to see what methods you're planning to use to get me transferred!" (End of Chapter)