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Chapter 84 Yuan's Difficulties (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

Wen Dongfang hadn't inquired about which sub-specialty the students were in for a long time. He had been retired for a long time and only worked in the warehouse, occasionally wandering around all the training rooms.

Then, when they have time, a group of old guys with their necks almost touching the ground will get together and discuss which child has good talent, which child seems to have missed it, and guess where they went after graduation.

This year, several more young people have joined us. What are their talents like?

At his age, how could he possibly care that Fang Ziye has a master's degree in trauma surgery and is Yuan Weihong's student, or which practice room they saw you in? He only cares about your talent, when you come, when you don't come for a long time, and when you never come again...

Zhou Ziyu is another professor leading a group in the Department of Hand Surgery, and also Associate Professor Li Qi's direct superior.

Li Qi replied, "Teacher, Ziye is not a student of our hand surgery department, but a student of Yuan Weihong in trauma surgery."

Associate Professor Li Qi is 38 years old this year. He was a student in a seven-year program and started his doctoral studies when Professor Wen Dongfang was 63 years old. Although he was not Professor Wen Dongfang's doctoral student, Professor Wen Dongfang liked Li Qi and often carried him with him when performing surgery.

Li Qi also frequently addressed him as "Master" and "Teacher".

"Yuan Weihong?"

"Trauma surgery? Which one is Professor Yuan Weihong? I'll go talk to him." Professor Wen Dongfang said nonchalantly.

It's as if to say that no matter who Yuan Weihong's teacher is, he has a way to get Fang Ziye transferred to the hand surgery department.

But as soon as Wen Dongfang said this, Li Qi and Yang Wenzheng's expressions changed drastically.

Fang Ziye nervously pressed his palms against the work surface.

Are you sure you want to have a chat with my advisor?

There's no need for that.

Li Qi quickly lowered his voice and replied, "Teacher, Ziye's advisor is Professor Chu, and Yuan Weihong is Professor Chu's student."

What I mean is, Professor Wen, Professor Chu died in the line of duty before he retired, so let's not chat like this.

Wen Dongfang was a little confused at the time, and his cloudy eyes scanned Fang Ziye up and down a few times.

She paused for a moment, then sighed softly, "Well, forget it then."

After Wen Dongfang finished speaking, he took off his gloves and prepared to walk out of the control room.

"Professor Wen, what about Fang Ziye?" Yang Wenzheng thought to himself, Professor Wen, you should make a statement. Such an outstanding student, you don't intend to just let him slip away, do you?
"You young people can handle your own affairs. I'm only responsible for watching the outstanding students. If I'm in a good mood, I won't interfere with anything else." Wen Dongfang said casually, and with a slight gesture, he walked out of the control room.

Actually, there was a hint of loneliness in his tone, despite his nonchalant attitude.

Well, people of their age value inheritance the most. If Fang Ziye wasn't a disciple or grand-disciple of the late Professor Chu, he would definitely have talked to a few other old guys about it.

Among the professors of his generation, only Professor Chu stands out. Life is unpredictable, and nowadays, there are very few successors in the hospital.

If we keep poaching people from this lineage, it would mean causing their lineage to die out; that's not how people should behave.

Upon hearing this, Associate Professor Li Qi still tried to persuade him: "Ziye, what are your own thoughts?"

"You should understand that if you are willing to pursue your doctorate in our hand surgery department, as long as you have the desire, I have a way to persuade your professor. Moreover, your career prospects in our department are even better."

"Professor Wen will also show you special favor."

To be honest, at this moment, Fang Ziye hesitated and was tempted.

However, the only reason he dared not waver or answer was his mentor, Yuan Weihong.

Fang Ziye cupped his hands slightly and said, "Professor Li, thank you for your kindness, and thank you Professor Wen for your favor, and thank you Brother Zheng for giving me this opportunity. However, as you know, I already have a teacher."

"Regardless of where you go or what you choose after graduation, you should definitely discuss it with your teacher and inform them before making a decision."

"Professor Li, could you allow me some time to discuss this with my teacher?"

Fang Ziye dared not refuse outright.

Because he was afraid of being scolded by Yuan Weihong, he didn't dare to agree directly, also for fear of being scolded by Yuan Weihong.

Just kidding. A few months ago, Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong were both worried about pursuing doctoral degrees. What if their professor knew they had the opportunity to stay at the hospital but rejected them outright, and then thought they were idiots?
Once you get into the hospital, you can transfer between subspecialties. If Yuan Weihong has a way to transfer you from hand surgery to his side, but you refuse and throw away this stepping stone, Yuan Weihong will definitely be angry.

Pursuing a doctorate is merely a tool to obtain a degree; staying in academia is also a path and an option.

Li Qi didn't let Fang Ziye make a choice right away, but simply said, "It's okay, think it over, and I'll contact Weihong too."

Associate Professor Li Qi is older and more senior than Yuan Weihong, so he can be addressed simply as Weihong...

Then, Yang Wenzheng continued to invite Fang Ziye, Luo Tingzhu, and Lan Tianluo to dinner, choosing the same restaurant as before, although they arrived a little late.

But Yang Wenzheng was a regular customer and gourmet at that restaurant, so his seat was still reserved for him.

This boss is someone who does business for the long term. As soon as Yang Wenzheng walked in, he said, "Boss Yang, you called me personally, so I have to save this for you no matter what, right? We've been friends for so long."

In short, Yang Wenzheng's mood was taken care of comfortably, but in reality, the private rooms and the lobby are still full, and there are still people queuing outside.

Yang Wenzheng said, "Thank you for your consideration, boss..."

Fujian Province, Xiamen City.

On Friday, Yuan Weihong finished a small meeting and gave a brief report. He barely managed to win applause from his colleagues and superiors. He was not deliberately made to make things difficult for them, and he walked off the stage with a slightly pleased mood.

The student, Jie Han, very sensibly bowed slightly and took Yuan Weihong's computer from him, carrying it in his hands.

He said, "Master, Professor Zhou from the Hand Surgery Department is here. He said he came specifically to see you."

Academic exchanges require substance and PowerPoint presentations. However, true academics generally prefer to bring their own laptops to prevent their lectures from being leaked or copied by others.

Because young people like Yuan Weihong bring up new and unwritten data, some of which, after being processed, can even be directly used in articles.

Given Yuan Weihong's cautious nature, he certainly wouldn't feel comfortable connecting a USB drive to someone else's computer, so he brought his own computer and projected the image directly.

"Professor Zhou from the Department of Hand Surgery?" Yuan Weihong was taken aback.

“Yes, I asked Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing. That’s Professor Zhou Ziyu from the Hand Surgery Department. He’s in the second-to-last row now, the seat you were sitting in before, Master.” Jie Han nodded, zipping up his laptop bag as he mentioned Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing to help him confirm his identity.

Yuan Weihong is a speaker representative from Zhongnan Hospital. Professors may not come to support him, and even students from different groups in the same department may not come to support him. However, students from his own group, such as Jie Han and Sun Shaoqing, will definitely come to help by applauding.

This is to avoid the whole venue becoming awkward and quiet; it's meant to keep things lively.

Yuan Weihong then walked with Jie Han towards Professor Zhou Ziyu. Upon recognizing her, Yuan Weihong bowed slightly and extended both hands simultaneously, saying, "Professor Zhou!"

Chou Tzu-yu also stretched out her hands: "Wei-hong, the quality of the case studies you just shared, the data analysis, and the PPT slides on each page are all very high."

"It's all done strictly according to the international case-sharing format, and almost every page has literature search support. Weihong, you're doing a great job academically!"

Chou Tzu-yu has a slightly long face, sharp eyebrows, and a rather deep voice, but she maintains a composed demeanor. Her words of encouragement are sincere and appropriate, not just empty praise.

After Yuan Weihong and Zhou Ziyu loosened their hands slightly, he straightened the hem of his suit jacket and leaned back a little: "Professor Zhou, it's mainly because the teachers teach so well. We also try our best to learn properly so as not to embarrass ourselves in front of our colleagues."

"In such a grand setting, the professors are very sharp-eyed and knowledgeable. If I express my views without supporting articles, I'm afraid I'll be questioned and speechless. So I have to do more preparation beforehand."

"Professor Zhou, is there anything you need me to do?"

"Actually, a phone call or text message would have sufficed," Yuan Weihong said with a forced smile. Although he was a master's supervisor, he still needed to be cautious and humble when facing a professor, a full professor. He knew that his academic and professional knowledge was at least a level below that of a professor.

Although the hand surgery department at Zhongnan Hospital isn't as prestigious or as strong as the trauma surgery department, it's still a professor, and I'm not Deng Yong, so I can't be careless.

"Well, Weihong, I've come here today to discuss something with you..."

Zhou Ziyu then explained what Li Qi had told him, and continued, "Weihong, as teachers, we shouldn't be too narrow-minded. You know, Ziye is indeed intentionally moving closer to our hand surgery direction."

"We have also put in a lot of time and effort, and now we have made sufficient preparations. We have achieved good results in the reconnection of severed arteries. With a little training and guidance, we can directly start to operate on some of the finger replantation procedures in our hand surgery."

“This is very rare. I think that since Ziye has this wish, we should respect the children’s wishes. I can go and have a good talk with Professor Deng.”

"Ziye is only 27 years old this year, and he can already reconnect more than 90% of the microarteries in mice. I don't need to say more about the effort and hardship behind this."

“Of course, I will definitely respect your opinion!” Chou Tzu-yu remained polite and courteous, without directly pressuring the other person.

To be honest, Yuan Weihong was completely dumbfounded after Zhou Ziyu said that. Jie Han, who was standing next to him and heard what Zhou Ziyu said, was like the Taoist Kongkong in Dream of the Red Chamber, his mind and spirit empty.

At this moment, I really want to put my voice on the line "awesome".

But he dared not speak.

Yuan Weihong's eyes darted around several times before he said, "Professor Zhou, I have never heard of what you are talking about, and Ziye has never mentioned such an idea to me."

"However, a couple of days ago, someone in our department reported to me that Ziye has indeed made great progress recently. He is still performing manual reduction in the department and can even identify refractory shoulder dislocations."

"Jiehan, has your senior brother expressed any interest in pursuing a PhD in hand surgery?"

Jie Han shook his head immediately: "No, Master."

Then he smiled at Professor Chou Tzu-yu.

But Chou Tzu-yu naturally knew that Yuan Wei-hung and Chieh Han's coordinated performance was meant for him.

"Weihong, you can't really say this outright, right? So if you don't want to pursue a career in hand surgery, why did Ziye train his suturing skills to such a high level? It's unnecessary, isn't it?"

"Of course, that's what I mean. Weihong, you can consider it. Ziye's embryonic tools in our hand surgery department are like rough gems. With a little polishing, he can become an excellent hand surgeon."

“You’re not in a hurry to reply to me. You can discuss it with Director Deng Yong.” Zhou Ziyu smiled and patted Yuan Weihong on the shoulder.

Then, Chou Tzu-yu changed the subject, mainly asking if Yuan Wei-hong had any opportunities to be selected for the Thousand Talents Program or the Outstanding Young Scientists Program, showing her high aspirations and offering a few words of encouragement.

After Chou Tzu-yu left, Yuan Wei-hong was slightly agitated.

However, he did not dare to speak directly with Fang Ziye.

Zhou Ziyu's words made it clear: if Fang Ziye didn't intend to develop his skills in hand surgery, he certainly wouldn't have needed to hone his suturing techniques to such a high level.

In the entire field of trauma surgery, besides professors like Deng Yong and Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan, who else has the skill to perform tail reattachment?
Neither Associate Professor Peng Long from Professor Han Yuanxiao's group nor Associate Professor Chen Fang from Professor Dong Yaohui's group are included.

This is strange.

Yuan Weihong dared not be careless. He had recently been in Xiamen, where he had been exchanging ideas and exploring plans for the future of the business.

Just when all the groundwork had been laid, this sudden turn of events struck, striking right into Yuan Weihong's heart, and it was even a professor personally coming forward to discuss it with him.

When Yuan Weihong found Professor Deng Yong, Professor Deng Yong was the chairman of the second session of the conference in the afternoon and had no time to pay attention to Yuan Weihong.

It wasn't until 5:30 p.m., after the event ended, that Yuan Weihong waited to help Professor Deng Yong off the stage.

I also told Professor Deng Yong about Professor Zhou Ziyu.

He added, "Professor Deng, I really didn't know about this matter, nor am I particularly clear about Fang Ziye's meaning, but I think Professor Zhou Ziyu's analysis makes sense."

Professor Deng Yong said, "During the period when I first took over as host, I received messages from three people."

"One is Tingzhu. Tingzhu said that today Fang Ziye was borrowed by Yang Wenzheng to the hand surgery practice room to perform a tail artery reconnection surgery. The results were very good. Yang Wenzheng directly called the associate professor in the department and Professor Wen Dongfang from the hand surgery department into the practice room."

"The results after suturing are very good."

"The second message came from Director Ni of the Hand Surgery Department, who hoped I would consider transferring Fang Ziye to the Hand Surgery Department."

"The third piece of information comes from my mentor, Professor Li. As you know, my mentor is a little younger than Professor Wen, about four or five years younger."

“When they were working, hand surgery and trauma surgery hadn’t completely separated yet. My teacher’s point was that if Ziye had such a wish, we shouldn’t stop him.”

"It's not easy being a young person. Many senior professors have witnessed Fang Ziye's growth, and he's even earned the nickname 'Step by Step Higher.'"

"I haven't had time to process any of these messages yet," Deng Yong said, scratching his head and feeling a little tired.

Because Deng Yong dared not easily refute or refuse either Professor Ni Yaoping, the administrative director of the hand surgery department, his mentor Professor Li, or Professor Wen Dongfang.

Yuan Weihong was stunned on the spot, and shrugged back slightly: "How come even Professor Wen and Professor Li know about this, and they even came out to speak on my behalf?"

Professor Zhou Ziyu, a senior surgeon in hand surgery, had already left him somewhat at a loss, and now two veteran figures in orthopedics had been drawn into the fray.

Yuan Weihong's scalp tingled slightly.

Why do I feel like someone is going to stab me in the heart just because I'm here for a meeting?

"Most of the staff in the department are not here now. All the senior and associate professors in our trauma surgery department have come to Xiamen. The hand surgery department only has one associate professor left."

"If Yang Wenzheng wants to determine Fang Ziye's suturing skills, what other way is there besides bothering the old professors?" Deng Yong sighed slightly.

"You should contact Ziye directly about this matter. Don't try to avoid suspicion. Just ask him what he thinks."

“In our hospital’s hand surgery department, there is indeed a slight shortage of young talent. I’ve heard before that Li Qi has been promoted to associate senior physician for a long time and is still on the front line of clinical practice.”

"If there's no attending physician to fill in, and Fang Ziye really wants to go to hand surgery, we can do a good deed without hesitation," Professor Deng Yong's analysis was quite comprehensive.

The annual meeting concluded at 5:30 PM, concluding all meeting sessions for the day.

When Yuan Weihong left the venue, he was completely dejected and showed no sign of the joy he felt for having participated in a small meeting as a speaker.

After much hesitation, Yuan Weihong told Jie Han to go back to the hotel first and take the computer with him. He, on the other hand, needed to calm down a bit, so Yuan Weihong planned to go for a walk on the beach.

However, just as Yuan Weihong got into the taxi, his phone beeped with a message from Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye's first question was whether Yuan Weihong had finished the meeting.

Then, it was estimated that the information was pre-written, and the events of the day were reported very objectively.

Then he asked, "Master, I don't know how to choose now. I'm afraid I'll choose the wrong one and waste the opportunity."

"What I really meant was that I would still follow you, my mentor, to continue my doctoral studies and then stay at the hospital to work. But now there is a good opportunity in the hand surgery department, and I'm afraid that if I miss it, I won't have the chance to work and help you in the future."

"But if there's a high probability that I can stay in the hospital, even if our clinical locations aren't the same, we can still be in the same research group..."

Based on everyone's feedback, we've shortened the chapters slightly to make them easier to read. However, if they're too short, it's actually harder to write the content smoothly.

Xiaoyu's writing speed is not fast; she can only say that she tries her best to maintain quality and quantity. There is definitely no way she can write 40,000 words like on the day of publication. She would write herself to death and still not be able to. She tries to maintain an update of at least 6,000 to 10,000 words.

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