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"Professor Fang, that's a bit unfair of you!"

"You're being too dishonest!" After the discussion meeting, Associate Professor Mei Bin from the Department of Neurology pointed at Fang Ziye with her right hand, making a suggestive gesture in the air with a smile.

In Mei Bin's view, his index finger was tapping Fang Ziye's head.

Fang Ziye looked slightly uneasy and asked with a half-smile, "What do you mean by that, Professor Mei?"

Mei Bin replied, "Professor Fang, as the saying goes, at least when you draw a picture of a cake to satisfy your hunger, you know that there might be a cake later. The bait you've thrown out is taking too long."

"It will be several years or even more than ten years later..." Mei Bin understood what Fang Ziye meant, but Mei Bin did not want to become Fang Ziye's puppet.

Fang Ziye replied, "Professor Mei, I have no choice. Our orthopedics department is not like other surgical departments. Whether it is basic research or clinical projects, no one helps us."

"After struggling alone for so long, I wanted to integrate into a larger environment and a bigger team. I didn't want to be alone anymore. People are drawn to groups; unity is key. Only through solidarity, participation, cooperation, and working together as one can we achieve this..."

"Professor Mei, I'm suffering."

Mei Bin lowered her right hand and raised her left: "Alright, alright, Professor Fang, that's enough, that's enough, let's stop talking about this..."

Fang Ziye wiggled his chin twice, his voice intriguing: "Professor Mei, do you disagree with my statement? Or do you think my proposals are incorrect?"

Mei Bin's face immediately turned panicked, and she hurriedly said, "Professor Fang, everyone says you're simple and honest, but your skill in putting hats on people is truly masterful!"

"Professor Fang, please don't get me into trouble!"

"I can't handle this kind of thing."

In today's China, while you might not be labeled or subjected to a literary inquisition for saying just a few words, you could still be portrayed by your superiors as someone "lacking in professional competence and needing further training."

Fang Ziye said, "I'm sorry, Professor Mei, I've been so obsessed with memorizing texts in class lately that I haven't been able to get back to normal yet."

Mei Bin narrowed her eyes quickly: "Professor Fang, you still teach classes? Political classes?"

Fang Ziye sighed, nodded, and said, "Yes, it's a very realistic political lesson..."

Mei Bin wasn't so easily fooled and wasn't swayed by Fang Ziye's helpless expression: "Which lesson isn't based on reality?"

"Wasn't Professor Fang just giving us a lecture?"

Fang Ziye and Mei Bin were standing at the fork in the road between the operating room and the observation room.

Now, with the accumulation of more and more "cases," the operating room and observation room must be separated, and Fang Ziye, Liao Jia, and others are responsible for constantly producing "cases."

Mei Bin and others were responsible for following up on the cases they created, registering data, and so on.

"Isn't Professor Mei being a bit too sensitive?" Fang Ziye's expression became slightly conflicted.

He took a deep breath before saying, "Professor Mei, what I said is true. Our orthopedics department is indeed somewhat different from other surgical departments."

"Corresponding to hepatobiliary surgery is gastroenterology; corresponding to thoracic surgery are respiratory medicine, neurology, nephrology, endocrinology..."

"Our orthopedics department is unique in that there are no internal medicine departments that focus on basic research related to orthopedics, so we have to promote all of this ourselves."

"Professor Mei, if I say it like that, wouldn't I seem a bit pretentious?"

Fang Ziye patiently explained to Mei Bin.

Fang Ziye knew that he had just used a trick, using something fabricated as bait. If someone's understanding of the scientific research field was not as profound as Mei Bin's, they might very well fall into the trap.

This is equivalent to Fang Ziye casting his fishing rod!
But Mei Bin didn't need to keep bringing it up here, since he could express his thoughts, and so could Fang Ziye.

After listening, Mei Bin nodded seriously: "Compared to this kind of preaching, the previous routine seems to have been more comfortable to listen to."

However, Mei Bin quickly changed her words: "It can't be called a routine, but it's still a routine, Professor Fang..."

Fang Ziye did not continue to explain, but said, "I hope Professor Mei can always stay true to herself and remain sincere forever."

"In that case, I will always give you a thumbs up for all your students. They have met a great teacher."

"Just kidding, Professor Mei, I have to go now..." Fang Ziye said before leaving.

Mei Bin was stunned for a moment. Only after Fang Ziye left did he realize that he had been unknowingly supported by Fang Ziye again.

The so-called routine can also be a method for skillfully handling a certain type of thing, or a standard answer to a certain type of question.

Generally speaking, the higher the position you want to reach, the more routines and answering rules you need to master. If you are always sincere but don't even understand some basic answering routines, you may not even be able to get past the threshold.

Fang Ziye didn't have time to argue with Mei Bin any further. Although he glanced back at Mei Bin a few times after walking away, he felt a little regretful.

But everyone has their own ambitions. Mei Bin's research ability is outstanding, which also means that he is more likely to put aside his 'prejudice' and collaborate with others. The more ideas a person has, the less likely they are to be influenced by the ideas of others.

After saying goodbye to Mei Bin, they went to the practice room outside the control room.

Inside, a number of people were gathered around Liao Jia, asking him questions.

Liao Jia's temper flared slightly at this moment: "Don't ask such a simple question!"

"Why don't you look it up yourself? I remember finding it before."

"You can't find it? If you can't find it, then try to find a way. I've forgotten where I found it too..."

Liao Jia's emotions fluctuated greatly: "Your approach is good. Perhaps my clinical skills are still a weakness. Even though I have seen some changes in patients during surgery, I still cannot fully understand them."

"Qingyuan, have Liao Jia come out for a moment. Tell him I need to see him alone," Fang Ziye said to Hu Qingyuan.

About ten minutes later, Fang Ziye finally saw Liao Jia alone.

However, the first thing Liao Jia did when he saw Fang Ziye was to smile and chime in: "Song Yi and Deng Yong just met, and the scene was quite awkward!"

"What's so awkward about it? Is a polite greeting awkward?" Fang Ziye rolled his eyes at Liao Jia.

Liao Jia was just making conversation out of nothing.

Liao Jia, however, crossed his arms and said, "No matter what, Professor Deng Yong can't escape the labels of 'picking up trash' and 'misjudging people'!"

"Song Yi, well, he doesn't know how to handle his relationship with Professor Deng Yong either."

Fang Ziye frowned slightly: "Why?"

Back in Enshi, Song Yi had already set a trap for Deng Yong because of what happened back then, and Deng Yong had already been 'punished'.

It's not that Song Yi has to forgive Deng Yong just because he was 'punished,' but there's no need to keep harping on it!

"Why else? We're all a team. We just asked him a few questions, and Song Yi honestly told us what happened."

Liao Jia seemed to be able to read Fang Ziye's mind through his expression: "When people get to a certain age, they seem to change. Outsiders who never look at your other abilities will no longer just look at your personal abilities."

"Regardless of whether Song Yi's incident occurred or not, Professor Deng Yong's vision appears exceptionally limited to outsiders."

"With so many talented people in your department, aside from picking up the scraps like you, he doesn't even come close to anyone else..."

Fang Ziye took a deep breath: "So, in that case, shouldn't Song Yi and my master have felt awkward when they met?"

"Others have opinions about my master, but it's not because of Song Yi."

Liao Jia said, "That's not how it is."

"Deng Yong's choice of Li Yuanpei and his decision not to choose Song Yi is a very contrasting example!"

"Moreover, Song Yi had taken the initiative to surrender and approached us, but Professor Deng Yong ignored him."

"If we really want to talk about the nature of this matter, it's just that Deng Yong's 'rank' wasn't high enough; otherwise, it would be an academic clique monopoly incident."

"They left gold and didn't buy it, so they went to collect scraps instead..."

Fang Ziye said, "So I'm just a piece of junk? Who thinks that?"

Liao Jia scratched his ear: "Picking up trash and not recognizing people go hand in hand. Why are you taking the blame for yourself?"

"We're not talking about you, so we don't need to name names, right?"

"By the way, what did you come to see me for?" Liao Jia changed the subject.

Fang Ziye said, "Brother Liao, what I mean is, since you're not good at clinical practice, don't try to be perfect for now."

"Many clinical procedures are not easy to learn."

Fang Ziye was afraid that Liao Jia wouldn't understand and would get stuck on the details.

"Don't worry, being stubborn and not sticking to your principles are two different things. I can manage the degree to which I'm right."

Liao Jia took another deep breath and narrowed her eyes: "Ziye, I've said so much about that topic earlier, you understand what I mean, right?"

Liao Jia then brought the topic back to itself.

Fang Ziye nodded: "We need to balance the relationship and conflict of interest between my sect and my cooperative team."

Liao Jia pointed out, "It's not just a conflict of interest, but also the relationship between the two parties, which is the most delicate part!"

"Let me ask you something. If Professor Deng Yong wants to prove that his choice back then was not wrong, what would he do? What would he need to do? Would this affect the normal progress of our project?"

"If Song Yi still wants to confirm..."

Fang Ziye took a deep breath and interrupted Liao Jia: "My master wouldn't think about proving anything. If he really wanted to, then he would prove it himself!"

"How he used his abilities and other established teams to create his own persona for Li Yuanpei was my master's personal idea and choice."

"My team is not a tool for my master to complete a certain task!"

Liao Jia continued, "So, if Professor Deng gave you advice on this kind of thing, or something similar, you wouldn't listen to it?"

Fang Ziye said, "Brother Liao, I think you've got the cause and effect wrong!"

"It's not that I'm ignoring Professor Deng's advice on this matter, but rather that my master won't give me such advice because I'm here!"

"Why?" Liao Jia hesitated.

“Because he is Deng Yong, he is my master,” Fang Ziye replied very frankly.

Liao Jia became even more confused.

"Oh, by the way, Brother Liao, you know I'm taking leave next month, right? I'll be coming here much less often during that time," Fang Ziye said.

Liao Jia nodded: "I heard about it from someone, but aren't you getting married in April? Why did you take leave in March?"

"Are you planning to hold the wedding earlier than planned?"

"No, I plan to slow down the current pace of the project a bit, extend the timeline, and devote some of my time to other areas," Fang Ziye shook his head.

"Why?" Liao Jia asked, puzzled.

"For no reason, I just want to prove that if I slow down the progress of the project, will someone kill me because of that?"

"Or rather, I've given up all hope and suddenly decided to switch research directions. Will someone come and kill me?" Fang Ziye smiled innocently.

Liao Jia: "..."

"Are you just bored and have nothing better to do?"

Fang Ziye said, "Brother Liao, we're too tired. We should slow down our research pace a bit, focus on the long term, and take a break when it's time to rest and have fun when it's time to play."

"I have made my decision. From now on, I will only work during working hours on weekdays, and I will not work on non-working days or during non-working hours on weekdays!"

"Today is my last day working overtime for a non-emergency surgery!"

Liao Jia narrowed his eyes upon hearing this: "It's not impossible, but I'm afraid Professor Fang might not be able to do it."

……

It was 12:05 AM.

Fang Ziye was quietly resting with his eyes closed in his car when the passenger door opened.

Hu Qingyuan, feeling a strong urge to steal a kiss, sat down and said, "Master, just as you predicted, Associate Professor Mei Bin was the first to come to us to sound us out!"

Fang Ziye nodded upon hearing this: "Yes, everyone has a different personality."

"Professor Mei is a very skilled researcher, so he has a deep understanding of the topic both horizontally and vertically."

"The deeper you go, the more interested you become."

"He may appear a little aloof on the surface, but his aloofness is different from that of Brother Liao and the others. Don't confuse the two."

Hu Qingyuan scratched his head and then asked, "Master, this afternoon, I followed your advice and called the doctor on duty in the department."

"Are you really going to kick Yu Youyin out, who just moved in?"

"why?"

Fang Ziye said, "I haven't figured out the treatment for this patient yet, and I don't think I can figure it out in the short term. Besides, I'll be taking a vacation in April!"

"So, let's postpone the surgery for now."

Yu Youyin is the fourth spinal cord injury patient that Fang Ziye plans to admit to the ward, following Zhu Zhengquan, Song Heping, and Du Kuo. However, she was only discharged this week and has not yet been scheduled for surgery.

Upon hearing this, Hu Qingyuan nodded: "Master, this is good. It's good to explain to the patient in advance that the treatment has not yet been decided."

"Master, you must have some new ideas again, right?"

Hu Qingyuan rubbed his hands together, his face full of anticipation as he asked!

The last time Fang Ziye temporarily halted the surgery, it was because he had a new idea.

The result was that the planned transposition surgery was abandoned, and a microcurrent stimulation recanalization scheme for closed channels after spinal cord injury was developed through animal experiments.

Now, after optimization, it has saved many functions for patients.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "There's no special or better way. I just don't want to do it for the time being. I think that taking a break might allow me to produce more output."

“Hu Qingyuan, we must think clearly about why we want to perform the surgery, especially during the exploratory phase of clinical treatment.” “Now, if I can promote it on a larger scale and include more clinical trial cases, it would be a very good opportunity.”

"But this is just treatment for the sake of treatment, not treatment for the sake of optimization."

"As long as the puncture technique remains 'dependent on prescriptions,' all current treatment research and development is unsuccessful."

"Treatment research and development that lacks educational value cannot be considered a standard surgical procedure!"

Once the technique of limb salvage after injury was developed, Liu Huanglong and others learned it almost immediately.

Functional reconstruction surgery originated in hand surgery. Before Fang Ziye started, Liu Huanglong and others already had some experience. Experienced hand surgeons can also quickly get started.

More difficult functional rehabilitation surgeries require highly advanced hand surgical suturing techniques and specialized procedures such as tendon suturing.

Later, in bone tumor treatment, chemotherapy mediated by a microcirculation device was also performed normally by many hand surgeons and vascular surgeons.

However, to date, no one else has been able to replace Fang Ziye in performing spinal cord punctures.

"Master, but?"

“You can continue to advance your research while we continue to work on the fundamentals,” Hu Qingyuan suggested.

Hu Qingyuan meant that Fang Ziye should develop his own technology, while others should catch up with the basic skills on their own.

Once you get to that point, someone will naturally know how.

But this is Hu Qingyuan's perspective, and it reflects the thoughts of most people. Fang Ziye disagrees with this view, saying, "Qingyuan, this matter may not be as simple as you think."

"If I don't find a very suitable teaching method and just rely on individual practice to reach the standard of operation?"

"The timeline could be very long!~"

After so much speculation, Fang Ziye can be almost 99% certain that only a level 6 puncture can achieve the current level of spinal cord stimulation with absolutely precise localization.

Reaching level 6 in puncture is no easier than reaching level 6 in suturing.

Based on the difficulty and timeline requirements of Level 6 skills, Fang Ziye must find a way to develop a "youth version" of the "needle electrode" local stimulation ahead of schedule!
Otherwise, no matter how perfect Fang Ziye's surgery is or how good his research data is, it's useless if no one can learn it!

It will only add a strong stroke to Fang Ziye's book of personal heroism.

I am the only law!

This is not what Fang Ziye wants to pursue...

Fang Ziye returned, and Hu Qingyuan also went back to his own house first.

Of course, Hu Qingyuan suffered from insomnia. After that, he sent what Fang Ziye had told him to the small group.

"@Everyone, my fellow disciples, my master said that he will no longer optimize the overall project, but will focus on lowering the entry requirements for operation!"

How should this sentence be understood?

On Friday, February 21st, at 2 AM, in a group chat without Fang Ziye, Hu Qingyuan acted as a spy.

Even at this point, a single message ignited the group.

"Did my senior brother really say that?" Lan Tianluo asked.

Jie Han said, "How else can this sentence be understood? Our operational skills are too poor. In order to give us more participation, senior brother can only optimize the operation itself."

Liao Jia: "@Nie Mingxian, should we take him down tomorrow? He actually looks down on us."

After sending the message, Hu Qingyuan stopped replying and calmly observed the reactions from all sides in the group.

Nie Mingxian said, "Didn't you say that Fang Ziye would have a normal get off work schedule from now on? So how are you going to deal with him?"

"Today is Friday. I'll be off work after the surgery, and then it'll be the weekend."

"Surgery again next Monday, outpatient clinic on Tuesday, surgery on Wednesday, and you'll only have time to come over after ward rounds on Thursday. From now on, you can only see Fang Ziye once a week!!" Nie Mingxian has a very strong sense of time.

Liao Jia: "???"

"What the hell?"

"He only comes for half a day a week? He only comes for half a day?"

Nie Mingxian: "Yes, this is a normal daily routine!"

"I don't believe it! I don't believe Fang Ziye could do that," Liao Jia said.

Nie Mingxian: "Actually, I don't believe it either, unless the sun rises in the west. @Luo Tingzhu, Tingzhu, do you believe it...?"

Luo Tingzhu, who was watching the drama unfold, replied, "I believe it, because my senior brother said he would definitely do it."

Everyone: "..."

Time flies, and almost a week has passed in the blink of an eye.

February 26th, Wednesday, 4:32 PM!
After Fang Ziye stepped off the operating table, he took the phone from Hu Qingyuan, and sure enough, it showed many unread messages!
There are still many missed calls.

“Master, I’ve already hung up on Professor Liao Jia and Director Nie Mingxian several times. Why don’t you call them back?”

“Otherwise, I’m worried they might come to your house tonight,” Hu Qingyuan sincerely advised.

"No rush, the time is not yet."

"Qingyuan, don't worry. Although we have things to do, we also need to figure out whether others want us to do things, and whether what we are doing is right!" Fang Ziye reassured him.

"Brother Liao and the others need to be put to the rescue. If they're still not on the right track, all our efforts will be in vain."

Hu Qingyuan looked at Fang Ziye, somewhat confused!

Fang Ziye didn't offer any further explanation, only saying, "Did Yu Youyin's sister come to the department again this afternoon to ask questions?"

Yu Youyin is the spinal cord injury patient that Fang Ziye had sent away last week. Yu Yousheng is her twin sister.

Although Yu Youyin was persuaded by Fang Ziye to be discharged from the hospital, Yu Youyin's older sister, who saw hope for the treatment of spinal cord injury, went to the hospital at least a dozen times after Yu Youyin was discharged!
They had only two objectives: to ask when she could be hospitalized and why her sister wasn't receiving treatment.

Currently, spinal cord injury is a new topic and a new treatment option. The attending physician has absolute freedom of choice in this regard, and the family members certainly have no say in this matter.

They just kept asking when the treatment could continue.

“Here we go again. Now it’s all become a check-in system, once in the morning and once in the afternoon…” Hu Qingyuan replied.

"Master, and it's not just these twins; many other patients are asking the same question!"

"Actually, based on my observation of the prognosis of the previous patients, I think we can take in one or two more."

"Because Zhu Zhengquan was discharged a long time ago, Du Kuo was discharged, and Song Heping will be discharged soon. They are all recovering quite well. We are almost out of data to collect in our ward now!"

Fang Ziye's attitude was firm: "You don't need to give me these suggestions. I know what I'm doing. And don't gossip about other people's business!"

"Okay!" Hu Qingyuan had received similar answers more than once, but he decided that this would definitely be the last time he asked.

"Alright, go back and rest. Go read your books. If there's an emergency surgery, you can participate. I'm going to see a movie later." Fang Ziye yawned and walked out of the operating room's changing room.

……

"No, no, I'll continue to rest today."

"Brother Nie, didn't you say before that I was ruining the team's atmosphere? Now, let's start by lying down and doing nothing, eating and drinking as usual, just earning that little bit of salary every day, why are you working yourself to death?"

"No overtime!" After replying to a few acquaintances, Fang Ziye saw a rather unpleasant message.

"Fang Ziye, so many people are waiting for you here. What are you doing all day? Hurry up and come over! Don't waste everyone's time. Don't take yourself too seriously." - Xiong Bin, Department of Gastrointestinal Surgery.

"Professor Xiong Bin, if you think I'm faking it, you don't have to come. You can do what you want. I didn't beg you to come, thank you!"

"If you think that just because you're a professor I have to serve you, then I'm sorry, but I don't accept that kind of seniority here."

"You have the ability and strength, why don't you lead a team to do it?" Fang Ziye replied bluntly.

The phone rang immediately after Fang Ziye sent the message!
Fang Ziye sat leisurely by the window and answered the phone. Xiong Bin's aggressive voice came through the line: "Fang Ziye, what are you doing?"

"Taking a break? I just finished making tea," Fang Ziye said unhurriedly.

"Listen to this! What are they doing? It's clearly disorganized and undisciplined. This is outrageous!" Xiong Bin seemed to be reprimanding the others.

He immediately said, "Professor Fang Ziye, the research group is waiting for you. Don't waste everyone's time, okay? We haven't had a break, and you still have the nerve to rest?"

Fang Ziye replied, "Why would I be embarrassed? Please give me a reason, teacher?"

"It's legally time to leave work now, why can't I rest?"

"Does Fang Ziye not even have the most basic right to rest as a Chinese citizen?"

Upon hearing this, Xiong Bin took a few deep breaths: "Fang Ziye, don't change the subject. You're wasting everyone's time, and you're wasting the research group's time as well."

Fang Ziye continued, "Excuse me, sir, has our research group received approval for this project? When was it approved? When is the deadline?"

"Fang Ziye?"

"Are you coming or not?" Xiong Bin asked, annoyed.

"I'm not coming! I said I'm not coming. I need to rest!"

"I already said in the group, and I replied before, if you can't read Chinese characters, how can you understand this Mandarin?" Fang Ziye's voice was also a little annoyed.

"Fang Ziye, how dare you! You have no respect for your elders, do you?"

"Is this how your master taught you to treat your seniors?"

"Deng Yong, is this how you usually teach?" Xiong Bin called out directly.

Fang Ziye said, "Teacher, is this how your teacher usually teaches you? Has no one ever taught you not to bother others outside of working hours?"

Has anyone taught you this?

"What time is it now?"

Did I explain the situation beforehand?

"If you're so capable, why don't you lead the team and do the research yourself? Why do you wait for me to urge you to do anything?" Fang Ziye's tone was amiable, not angry at all, but his words were rather impolite.

"It seems Professor Fang really thinks he can outsmart people with his skills?" Xiong Bin sneered.

“I don’t think that way, no matter what you say, teacher.”

"My stance remains the same. It's after get off work hours now. I've already given advance notice and explained things beforehand. Is it illegal for me not to work overtime?"

"Then go ahead and sue me!?"

Fang Ziye continued, "Teacher, if you secretly agreed to do something you can't handle and feel pressured, so you want to use my teacher to put pressure on me?"

"Then I'm sorry, teacher, you've chosen the wrong person!"

“I said I can’t come, and that means I can’t come. This project hasn’t been approved yet, and there’s no acceptance date. What’s the rush?”

Upon hearing this, Xiong Bin reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, trying to establish a moral high ground: "Fang Ziye, do you have any medical ethics at all?"

"So many patients are waiting for us to perfect the research!"

Fang Ziye interrupted: "No!"

“I’m 1.78 meters tall. People who are 1.79 meters tall have no morals and are all selfish.”

"So what happened?"

"So what if I'm selfish, I just want to rest, I'm arrogant and complacent, and that's all?"

"What are you going to do to me?" Fang Ziye asked, completely deviating from the expected approach.

Not to mention Xiong Bin, who had no answer to such a question, even Deng Yong was unaware of Fang Ziye's purpose at this moment.

Xiong Bin angrily hung up the phone, his face turning purple.

He took several deep breaths before coldly looking in Deng Yong's direction: "Professor Deng, your good student? You've certainly broadened my horizons."

Deng Yong remained silent, even now, still looking at him with his arms crossed: "Professor Xiong's ability to jump around is truly astonishing."

"I wonder, Professor Xiong, what else do you want to say? What else do you want to do?"

"Why do I find that you're more worried about the project's progress than any of the rest of us?"

"why?"

Deng Yong is a meticulous and perceptive person, and he is especially attentive and sensitive when it comes to matters involving his own people.

Xiong Bin replied with a flicker in his eyes, "Professor Deng, as a member of the research team, I hope the project can be completed as soon as possible so that it can benefit patients and enter clinical practice. Isn't that what we should do?"

"Shouldn't we researchers all have this kind of thinking?"

Deng Yong nodded: "Yes, that's right! We should all have this idea."

"But Professor Xiong, when you think this way, have you considered the time and effort we've invested in this project before?"

"What's wrong with my student taking a break?"

"Why are you jumping and leaping like that? Did you step on something?"

“If you can’t explain it clearly, Professor Xiong Bin, you’ll never be able to leave this research group!” Deng Yong replied earnestly.

"I must get the answers from you that I can't get or that are inconvenient for me to get from my students!"

As Deng Yong finished speaking, Liu Huanglong and Deng Yong had already surrounded Xiong Bin. (End of Chapter)