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Chapter 87 Professor Li's Conversation (Please Subscribe)
The elevator went directly to the first floor of the experimental building. At the entrance of the laboratory, Luo Tingzhu was still holding the straps of her backpack with both hands, and asked in a low voice with doubt: "Senior Brother Fang, why didn't you consider switching to hand surgery?"

"Professor Wen was extremely impressed with you today. If he had intervened, and if you could have transferred to the hand surgery department to pursue your doctorate, and if you could have met the vascular patency requirements for the severed tail artery, with the experimental platform that Professor Yuan provided for you, almost no one would dare to question your decision to stay in the hand surgery department."

"After all, the only requirement for newly hired staff in the hand surgery department is that the patency rate of the blood vessels after suturing the rat tail artery is higher than 70%."

Luo Tingzhu's tone was low, and her gaze toward Fang Ziye was filled with envy.

She has no pressure in obtaining her doctoral degree and postgraduate diploma, but she is still like a rootless duckweed when it comes to staying in the hospital or finding a job after graduation, not knowing where she will drift to.

Luo Tingzhu secretly felt resentful that Fang Ziye, who had such a great opportunity in the current situation, was not seizing it.

“Junior sister, as you said yourself, the content of my graduation thesis, both in terms of workload and the quality of the reported data, is quite good, and may even be enough for a doctoral degree.”

"But on the other hand, this is also the result of my teacher's hard work!"

"These experiments were done during his final hospital stay; he squeezed out time to do them." Fang Ziye didn't give a direct answer, but he was standing in a different spot from Luo Tingzhu.

"That's true." Luo Tingzhu took off her left hand, spread her five fingers, waved to Fang Ziye, and then said goodbye.

Silent all night.

The next day was Saturday.

Saturday is the weekend, and there are no elective surgeries scheduled in the department, leaving only the opportunity for emergency surgery.

Fang Ziye arrived early, so he had already recorded the postoperative examination results for the three beds under his supervision, and also recorded the results for the beds under Lan Tianluo's supervision.

Lan Tianluo wanted to go to the training room early today to concentrate on his practice and try to improve his incision technique. Therefore, he handed over the beds he was in charge of to Fang Ziye.

Helping each other is a two-way street, so Fang Ziye agreed.

Qin Geluo and Li Nuo probably met at the elevator entrance, so they came to the doctor's office as a team, buttoning up their white coats as they entered.

Li Nuo glanced at Luo Ge and saw him flipping through his notebook, checking whether yesterday's medical orders had been followed. He smiled and said, "Brother Luo, your group is really full of talent. Not only can you shine in the practice room of your department, but you can also export your culture to the outside world. That's really awesome."

Trauma surgery and hand surgery have different focuses, and the standards for exiting the training room are also different.

Most trauma surgeons don't reach this level of skill in suturing unless they are at the associate senior or senior level and need to further improve the quality of their surgery, in which case they might choose to supplement their skills.

Otherwise, who would bother with such a difficult operation as reconnecting and suturing a severed tail artery? That would be just asking for trouble.

The incident of Fang Ziye "beating up" Yang Wenzheng, a surgeon in the Department of Hand Surgery, has caused an uproar in Yang Wenzheng's small group chat. Yang Wenzheng lamented his bad luck, saying that now a student who hasn't even graduated with a master's degree has jumped out and put him on hold.

Fang Ziye had classmates and fellow students from several years of study, and naturally, Li Nuo and others also had them.

Yang Wenzheng and Li Nuo became chief inpatients around the same time, and Yang was slightly junior to Qin Geluo. During their master's and doctoral studies, they were a group of people and must have had a relationship.

You wouldn't dare yell at your superiors, but you'd naturally want to complain a bit when you're with acquaintances or in a group chat with people at the same level.

Qin Geluo glanced at Fang Ziye and simply stepped in to protect him: "Master Nuo, why do I hear you being sarcastic? Are you implying something about hand surgery or Professor Deng? Or should I just record a conversation with you?"

Just kidding. Of course, it's not good to spread this around. What does it mean to export culture?

It's fine for us to say this among ourselves; it would be bad if it got out.

Li Nuo was not Professor Deng Yong's student, but Fang Ziye was, and they might be working together in the future. Qin Geluo naturally had to speak up for him to avoid any misunderstandings.

"No, brother, I was wrong." Li Nuo quickly clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.

The matter was settled.

Fang Ziye stood up confidently and said, "Brother Luo, thank you for speaking up for me. Actually, I'm still completely confused. I'll just honestly sew up some aspic and barely get by."

"Who would have thought that being dragged over by Brother Zheng would almost cause trouble? If this hadn't been handled properly, and my teacher came back, I would have been severely punished, or at least scolded for ten days or half a month."

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he sniffed. Seeing that neither Li Nuo nor Qin Geluo had a pen on their chests, he, who had been prepared, quickly took out the two boxes of pens he had just bought from the side pocket of his white coat and personally hung them on the two men.

This is a kind of wisdom; I hope you guys will stop gossiping.

In clinical practice, no one will accept money as a gift, but if you give someone a pen, almost no one will refuse.

It doesn't cost much, but it works.

After Fang Ziye filled the front pockets of both of their white coats as if he were wearing medals, Li Nuo covered her chest embarrassedly and said, "No, that's enough. If you put too many in, you might run out by tomorrow. If you only put one or two in, people might think I'm pitiful."

"Hmm, Ziye is quite good. He's steady and reliable in his work, doesn't talk much, but knows how to handle things." Li Nuo looked Fang Ziye up and down and thought he was a promising young man.

Just kidding. Although Fang Ziye doesn't usually talk a big game, he handled this matter very well this morning.

As the saying goes, "He who takes a man's money is bound to be grateful."

Qin Geluo then pulled Fang Ziye aside and said, "You must be joking. Our Ziye even has a catchy rhyme: 'Step by step higher, master floats on water.'"

Qin Geluo's joke startled Fang Ziye, but he didn't dare to respond.

Qin Geluo doesn't hold back when joking with his teacher, but I can't say, "Qin Geluo, you can't joke with my teacher," nor can I join in joking with my master.

There was no further conversation. Dr. Gu Yi, Dr. Luo Tingzhu, and others entered one after another, each checking the writing of medical records on the shelves within their respective groups, whether the medical orders were appropriate, whether there were any improper uses, and then checking for any abnormal data.

……

Weekend rounds are very casual; it's basically just a walk around and a quick look. And since there haven't been any major surgeries or procedures for many days, postoperative management is quite relaxed.

It's just cleaning, suturing, and a minor fracture; what's so special about that?

However, after finishing his rounds, Fang Ziye handed his medical orders to Luo Tingzhu, asking her to help process the beds under his and Lan Tianluo's care.

As for Fang Ziye, he was exceptionally brought by Qin Geluo to Professor Li, who was strolling around the department today on a whim.

Professor Li, quite unceremoniously, pushed open Professor Deng Yong's office door and, as if returning to his own home, patted the sofa and said, "Deng Yong really knows how to enjoy life. This chair has been changed; it's much more comfortable than the one I used to sit in."

Professor Li's words immediately made Qin Geluo's expression turn serious, and he replied cautiously, "Professor Li, this chair wasn't replaced by Professor Deng. It was Professor Dong who broke it by sitting on it, and it's beyond repair."

"That's when the head nurse gave her permission to get a new one."

While replying, Qin Geluo served tea to Professor Li, while Fang Ziye hurriedly went to fetch water and boil it.

He cautiously reported, "Teacher Li, it will take a while for the water to boil, please wait a moment."

"The head nurse has changed too, right? It's not Yao Lan anymore?" Professor Li asked.

Professor Li was the former administrative director of the Department of Trauma Surgery. After Professor Li stepped down, several directors took over. The former director of the Department of Trauma Surgery was Professor Dong Yaohui. Before that, the two directors were Professor Zheng and Professor Xiong, who left the department last year and three years ago, respectively.

After retiring from his department, Professor Zheng declined the hospital's offer to rehire him and returned to his hometown to continue contributing his expertise. Professor Xiong, like Professor Li, currently sees patients in the outpatient clinic and also serves as the warehouse manager in the practice room.

Speaking of which, Professor Li and Professor Xiong were a group of people who had worked together in the department for many years. Professor Zheng was introduced to Zhongnan Hospital midway through his career, after Professor Chu passed away.

Qin Geluo quickly replied, "Professor Li, Teacher Yao has already gone to work in the nursing department."

Yao Lan, that's so many head nurses before her. The turnover rate of head nurses in each specialty is much higher than that of the department heads. Generally, after they get older, they'll move to less demanding positions. "Time flies, the days seem to pass by faster and faster."

"I still remember what Chu Zhonghua, that young man, looked like when he first entered the department. Now, he even has grand-apprentices." Professor Li said with emotion, looking at Fang Ziye.

Professor Li was Professor Chu's senior. At that time, the standard for admission to Zhongnan Hospital was only undergraduate level. Later, when Professor Li Yong and his group of people around fifty years old were admitted with a master's degree, they were admitted to the hospital.

Nowadays, it's almost impossible for PhDs to stay in academia; it's a very difficult situation.

Fang Ziye explained, "Professor Li, oh, Professor Chu is my grandmaster, and I am a student of Professor Yuan Weihong."

Professor Li is, by all accounts, Fang Ziye's great-uncle, which is the long line of tradition within a large, top-tier hospital.

"Well, Chu Zhonghua didn't have many students staying at the hospital. He was a bit younger than me, and back then, it was quite difficult to become a master's supervisor. I remember Chu Zhonghua was 42 or 43 when he became a supervisor. At that time, Hubei Medical College had just merged into Wuhan University, and he seized this opportunity."

"I did manage to get in, but around the early 2000s, the hospital raised its recruitment standards for its own staff a lot, so it seems like only one person stayed, but I had already retired by then."

"You kid, your name is Fang Ziye?" Professor Li finally looked at Fang Ziye seriously, his tone slightly unfriendly, old-fashioned and arrogant.

But Professor Li's airs weren't just for show; they were always there.

Fang Ziye bowed slightly and nodded.

"You have quite the talent. As a trauma surgery student, instead of focusing on practicing in the training room and honing your surgical skills, you have the leisure to tinker with hand surgery."

"Are you under too little pressure? Or do you feel a lack of motivation?" Professor Li asked.

Fang Ziye was taken aback after hearing this, but just then the water in the kettle boiled, and Fang Ziye decided to slip away for a moment: "Professor Li, let me go get you some water."

Professor Li glanced at Qin Geluo, who immediately understood. He reached out his left hand, pressed down on Fang Ziye's shoulder as he tried to escape, and then said, "I'll go make some tea. You keep Professor Li company and have a good chat."

Qin Geluo had wanted to slip away for a while, so how could he let Fang Ziye get away?

"Sit down and let's talk. We're not arguing or criticizing each other, just having a casual chat," Professor Li said, gesturing for Fang Ziye to sit down.

Fang Ziye nodded, then sat down on the chair with one side of his buttocks, straightened up, and looked tense.

The main problem was that he didn't know how to respond to Professor Li's question. If it were his own teacher, Fang Ziye wouldn't feel so much pressure.

His eyes darted around. "Professor Li, this is actually a misunderstanding. The senior and junior brothers in the practice room can testify for me. I really didn't practice on purpose, and I didn't know much about it either."

Professor Li leaned back slightly in his chair, placed his hands on his hips, stretched his neck, and looked up as he said, "Deng Yong gave you a small goal, but it seems it's not enough to motivate you. So, I'll give you a small goal too, you can give it a try."

"Currently, our hospital's team has not yet formed a large-scale or dedicated team in osteotomy and reshaping surgery. If you dare to make achievements in this area and fill the gap, then there's no need to say anything else."

"In hand surgery, Professor Wen Dongfang can give you everything you need, and in trauma surgery, we can provide you with exactly what you need."

“I will personally go and talk to Dean Wang. If he is not Dean Wang, I don’t care who he is, I will dare to slam my fist on the table and confront him.”

"Okay?"

Fang Ziye didn't respond immediately. Instead, he looked up the surgical term "osteotomy and reshaping" in his skill tree, which was currently shrouded in gloom.

After a quick look, I discovered that there are ten prerequisite skills for this surgery: osteotomy, manual reduction techniques that I have already mastered, internal fixation techniques for fractures that I have some experience with, and bone reshaping, which I am currently only at level 1 and still lack some proficiency.

The other is bone grafting (compression bone grafting), also grade 0 1/5.
The other five are closely related to joint surgery, and Fang Ziye's situation is also bleak...

Damn it, I can't agree to this; the surgery is too difficult.

Fang Ziye placed his hands in front of his abdomen and said softly, "Teacher Li, could you reduce the difficulty a little? This osteotomy and reshaping surgery is already a top-level surgery that combines trauma surgery and joint surgery."

"Heh, you dare to negotiate?" Professor Li straightened his head and leaned forward slightly.

"Thank you for your appreciation, Professor Li, but the technique you just described is a bit too difficult," Fang Ziye said honestly.

"It seems a bit unfair, but anyway, you're heading in this direction, so you have to go for it whether you want to or not. Just keep thinking about going in this direction from now on. If you're talented enough, you'll benefit from it."

"That's the first one. The second one is pelvic reconstruction surgery. I'd be even happier if you could also make some progress in that area..."

Fang Ziye glanced at the pelvic reconstruction surgery again, becoming even more timid: "Teacher Li, could we choose something simpler?"

Mahler Gobi.

Pelvic reconstruction surgery is more difficult than osteotomy.

"Then how about rebuilding the damaged parts?" Professor Li twisted his neck again and replied.

This is getting more and more outrageous. Fang Ziye hasn't seen any surgeries related to the damage reconstruction technique that Professor Li mentioned in his skill pool yet.

This is still a reprimand, and it was Professor Li, an elder, who personally stepped in to give him a warning.

Fang Ziye remained silent.

Just then, Qin Geluo returned, bringing not only a cup of tea to Professor Li, but also pushing a cup towards Fang Ziye.

He smiled and said, "Ziye, you stay and chat with Professor Li. I have to go out for a bit; I have some things to take care of."

Fang Ziye turned his head to look at Qin Geluo, who wanted to yo-yo, his eyes flashing as if to say, "Brother, no, you have to come with me, I'm under a lot of pressure."

Professor Li did not stop Qin Geluo from leaving.

Qin Ge immediately slipped away, and quietly closed the door behind him.

Fang Ziye sniffed and said, "Professor Li, the surgeries you mentioned are all top-level procedures in our trauma surgery department. They are too difficult. If I dare to accept them, it would be unrealistic of me to ask for them."

"I really dare not agree to anything."

"Yes, these procedures are indeed quite difficult, but they are a direction that our trauma surgery can explore. If you can master these surgeries, it will be much more rewarding than performing limb replantation."

"If you go into hand surgery for limb replantation, even if you become the top expert, you'll still be just a runner-up. Right?"

“Our Zhongnan Hospital has been a runner-up for so many years. Now we don’t need to develop in the direction of being a runner-up. We should develop our own characteristics and strive to become a leader.”

After Qin Geluo left, Professor Li completely changed his expression and tone, and then solemnly said, "Ask more questions, whether in the practice room or in the clinic."

"If you have the ability, then go for it. You have Zhongnan Hospital as a platform behind you, so what are you afraid of?"

"Whether it's osteotomy and correction, pelvic reconstruction, or damage, we should do what needs to be done and push forward when necessary."

"The first person to perform limb replantation, didn't they also think it was very difficult or even impossible? But they still managed to do it. As a doctor, expert, and professor in a teaching hospital, if you don't do the impossible, what are you going to do? Give IV drips?"

"If you want an IV drip, go to the community hospital not far away. They offer it every day, right?"

"I've seen you several times. You're the only young person in recent years with such pure and good surgical talent, so I wanted to talk to you a bit more. Please don't blame this old man who's not in charge of the department for meddling." Professor Li's voice was slightly sentimental, after all, he was getting old.

(End of this chapter)