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Chapter 90 Little Chicken (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

According to my country's regulations, apart from Peking Union Medical College in Kyoto, no other university allows students to pursue a master's degree in medicine outside their undergraduate major. At Seoul National University, Lan Tianluo is probably the first to do so.

"I'll go talk to Master. If we can bring Tianluo into the group as a junior brother, that would be the best." Fang Ziye's eyes darted around quickly.

Jie Han said, "It's probably a bit difficult. My mentor supervised the master's students in my year, and next year he should give up his spot to Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan."

"Currently, the number of master's and doctoral students far exceeds the number of supervisors. The state and universities have very strict control over enrollment quotas."

"But I think it's necessary for our master to have a fight with the department's superiors. The teacher in charge of teaching at the medical school said that if Peking Union Medical College Hospital and other foreign hospitals can do it, why can't Wuhan University do it?"

"Students should have the freedom to choose based on their own interests and hobbies."

"Who says life sciences are less important than basic sciences? Who dares to say that?"

"Isn't it possible that Lan Tianluo is more willing to join our group?" Jie Han was also reluctant to let Lan Tianluo go elsewhere.

Such a great data processing expert, anyone who's willing to give him up is a coward.

"Can Master go?" Fang Ziye thought it was a bit unlikely.

"Whether I go or not is another matter. Let me revise this article first. Could you take a look at my research proposal, senior?"

"If Tianluo can pass the written test and enter the re-examination, the advantage he has in the master's re-examination process, whether he has published an article or not, is incomparable."

“Since Brother Tianluo has come to me, I definitely have to let him take the job.” Jie Han was recruiting talent for the team in his own way.

"Okay, then you can work hard for a bit while I take another look at your research proposal. Get some rest too."

"Tomorrow is the surgery day. There's a surgery scheduled for the bed you're in charge of," Fang Ziye instructed.

"Even if there's surgery, I'll only have four or five assistants at most, just doing things like hooking and lifting legs. But there's nothing I can do, there are just too many senior brothers, sigh!" Jie Han sighed one last time and then disappeared.

Fang Ziye then began his own planning.

In fact, Fang Ziye had a backup plan, which was the grant proposal he submitted during his doctoral studies.

With one coin used for three or four purposes, plus the ability to borrow reagents, the range of basic experimental topics that can be conducted is very broad. Although Fang Ziye himself has not yet completed the grant proposal and preliminary experiments during his doctoral studies, he is already on his way.

After deducting the money spent on animal experiments, Fang Ziye still has 20,000 yuan left to squander. If used well, he can borrow some reagents from his senior classmates and probably complete the preliminary research for his project application next year without relying on new project funding.

Fang Ziye plans to finish writing the research proposal during Enshi next year, ready to submit it at any time.

I'll apply for funding wherever it's available, as long as I can get the money to conduct subsequent experiments and make it easier to publish my papers.

We don't have enough money.

As time goes by, not only is senior student Sun Shaoqing about to graduate, but senior students Wang Yuanqi and Gu Yi, who are in their second year of doctoral studies, are also about to complete half of their doctoral journey.

The two senior students are in their second semester of their doctoral studies. Once December is over, they will have less than half the time left before graduation.

Therefore, Professor Deng Yong slightly increased the amount of medication given to these two patients in his clinical practice.

In comparison, Luo Tingzhu, Fang Ziye, Li Yuanpei, and even the newly arrived PhD student Yan Zhiming all had relatively limited opportunities.

In the twelve days leading up to the end of November, from the start to the end of the annual meeting, Fang Ziye only performed two suture procedures in the operating room. This was only because Fang Ziye's suturing skills were better than anyone else's.

Luo Tingzhu and the others only managed to get one suture machine!
This model made Fang Ziye cherish it even more. He was determined to make all the necessary preparations for the six-month "accumulation experience" plan that Professor Li Guohua had secured for him at a prefecture-level city hospital after graduating with his master's degree and before starting his doctoral studies.

December 1st marks the start of a new month.

The new month has brought significant changes to the department.

First of all, Lan Tianluo, this ordinary social residency training, is just nominally in charge of wards in the department, but does not directly participate in ward management.

The national unified entrance examination for postgraduate students is at the end of December. Lan Tianluo needs to prepare for the written exam.

Yuan Weihong specifically mentioned to Jin Hongzhou that there were too many people in the department, and that just two people could easily take over the two beds that Lan Tianlu was in charge of, without any effort at all.

Even with Yuan Weihong's intervention, Jin Hongzhou still gave Brother Wei face.

Actually, this is the advantage of doing regular residency training at a top-tier tertiary teaching hospital. If you're good enough, once you pass the written exam, what problem will you have during the interview?

Naturally, December 1st was an ordinary day, but for Yuan Weihong and his two companions, it was quite extraordinary.

Yuan Weihong deliberately turned down the opportunity to become a surgical assistant in the department and accompanied Fang Ziye and Jie Han into the skills training room.

Jie Han kept saying, "Master, Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing has already seen it. Senior Brother Ziye's incision technique is already a step ahead."

"He even joked that in Fang Ziye's hands, the scalpel is definitely a pretty good pig-shaving knife, good for scraping the pig's face, its testicles, and playing around in the middle!"

As Jie Han was talking, he was about to bring up Sun Shaoqing's driving, but after Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong each gave him a sideways glance, Jie Han, the younger brother, didn't dare to joke anymore.

He didn't even consider his own status. With his senior brother and teacher by his side, how could he allow you to drive the steering wheel?

Yuan Weihong was in a good mood, so he joked with Jie Han: "So, is it enough to just use one rooster to pick you?"

"Huh?" Jie Han was slightly taken aback. Having never been subjected to the particularly brutal beating of dirty jokes in the operating room, he was completely unable to react.

"An earthworm. It should be slender." Fang Ziye, worried that Jie Han wouldn't understand, quickly helped his teacher straighten the steering wheel.

Jie Han stood at attention and marched in step, not daring to say another word.

Even Fang Ziye wouldn't dare to jump around in front of his teacher, let alone Jie Han.

Actually, Fang Ziye isn't that he doesn't understand jokes; it's just that the current clinical environment, including the operating room, isn't at the point where he can use them.

Tell me, who are you going to play with?
Above him was his senior brother, then Qin Geluo, and then his own master, associate professor, and professor.

How do you use memes? If you don't control the degree well, it becomes confusing.

Fang Ziye used to be a junior brother, he didn't have any junior brothers. Now a direct junior brother has just arrived, and he's just a bit silly and cute. What's the point of you and Jie Han making jokes?

He couldn't handle it.

Even with Jin Hongzhou, Fang Ziye hadn't properly assessed the other party's temperament, so he didn't dare to respond to jokes at any time.

This is simply a matter of doing what one is meant to do; it doesn't mean Fang Ziye can't drive or steer.

In the operating room, in a good atmosphere, even if you've listened to three thousand jokes, you can still be sexually aroused without leaking any fluids.

Immediately afterward, Fang Ziye pointed to the warehouse and said that there were three catties of pork that had been specially wholesaled: one catty of foreleg meat, one catty of spare rib meat, and one catty of pork belly, all pure pork belly, with both fat and lean meat.

What Fang Ziye had to do was to separate the foreleg meat, from the skin all the way to the fascia layer, into separate sections through an incision.

Pork ribs, on the other hand, need to be deboned, and the tendons and ligaments removed, separating them one by one. You can't leave the meat with tendons attached, because you're not going to stir-fry it.

The process of preparing pork belly is even more 'simple'. You arrange the five layers into five strips, making sure there is no lean meat on the fat and no fat on the lean meat. Also, the fat in one place may be thicker than the fat in another place, and you need to pick it out in a spiral.

This is not difficult for Fang Ziye, who has been saving up for a long time and whose incision skill proficiency has now reached level 3 (125/500).

Actually, Fang Ziye could have completed it with 100/500 proficiency, but to be on the safe side and avoid disappointing his teacher, he added another 25 knowledge points to ensure his cutting technique was foolproof.

Fang Ziye stood at the control panel; at this moment, there weren't many onlookers.

Only junior apprentice Jie Han, master Yuan Weihong, and Zhu Yunwen, a first-year master's student taught by grandmasters Professor Li Guohua and Professor Deng Yong who happened to be on duty in the warehouse, and Qi Xiujie, who was a regular resident physician like Lan Tianluo but had arrived a year earlier than Lan Tianluo.

There are also 19 people, including Hu Guangcai, a first-year master's student of Professor Han Yuanxiao, Xiao He, a first-year master's student of attending physician Zhang Zixi in Professor Han Yuanxiao's group, and Chang Yuewen, a second-year master's student of Associate Professor Peng Long.

Not much at all.

Naturally, those on the innermost layer were Yuan Weihong and Li Guohua, while those on the second layer were Dr. Yan Zhiming and Professor Han Yuanxiao's doctoral student Lu Zhefu, among others.

While Fang Ziye was operating the system, Yan Zhiming was discussing the rich women's contact list with Lu Zhefu, but his voice was very, very low...

In addition, there was Dong Yaohui's group, where Fang Ziye's classmate Xiong Jinhuan stood in the most advantageous operating position, filming videos so that they could serve as reference materials for his own future learning and operation. They were also good video teaching materials for his juniors to observe, which were relatively high-end but down-to-earth incision techniques.

Fang Ziye's operation was slow; the incision didn't need to be fast, but rather steady. One by one, ligaments and tendons were laid out in the first row.

One slice after another, lean and fatty meat, were placed in the second row by Fang Ziye.

Then came the pigskin and pig bones, which were placed in the third row.

The last row consists of pig hairs left out to increase the difficulty. Fang Ziye needs to remove them from the meat. There are eleven hairs in total, and Fang Ziye has only arranged ten so far.

"Ah! Tch! Tch!" Fang Ziye was cleaning the last pig hair off the pork belly when one of his junior brothers sneezed.

The few pig hairs on the worktable disappeared.

However, this wasn't part of Fang Ziye's assessment; it was just a matter of playing a game, so Fang Ziye simply ignored it.

Li Guohua and Yuan Weihong glanced back and saw Wu Chengwen, Dong Yaohui's second-year master's student, silently squeezing into the crowd, barely daring to breathe.

Then after a while, he simply pinched his nose, covered his mouth, and went outside the practice room to sneeze; it was clear he had caught a cold.

Fifteen minutes later, Fang Ziye put down his scalpel, checked the items on the operating table one by one, and nodded slightly.

He pressed down on his fingers with both hands to relax them, and then began to dissect the nerves and blood vessels inside the flesh.

That's a really difficult maneuver.

Generally speaking, the nerve supply to the muscle is mostly through nerve branches, which are very delicate and have few segments. However, you still need to find them and be able to dissect them through the head.

This is the true meaning of practicing scalpelectomy.

What is bone flap design? It is actually the removal of a vascularized bone flap. This is the flexible application of open surgery, osteotomy, and osteotomy in the operation.

If you're just being asked to cut pork, and not being trained to be a butcher, then it must have some purpose.

Including hand surgery, the requirements for incision are actually very high, because many hand surgeries involve the harvesting, suturing and transplantation of skin flaps.

Another forty minutes passed before Fang Ziye finally exposed the corresponding blood vessels and nerves.

Although nothing was dug out, the entire process was kept in sight as much as possible.

Reaching this stage in open surgery means one has truly mastered the craft and can make significant contributions in the subspecialty of trauma surgery. This can be considered the first step into the field at Zhongnan Hospital.

"Master, I'm done." Fang Ziye was focused on the operation the whole time, so he didn't pay attention to Professor Li Guohua behind him on the right, and instead gave this instruction.

"Professor Li is right next to me, why are you asking me?" Yuan Weihong lightly kicked Fang Ziye.

Then he offered, "Professor Li, could you please take a look at my eyes?"

Li Guohua put his hands behind his back, turned around and left: "I won't get involved in your youthful excitement. I'll just watch the show and then let you have your fun."

“Yuan Weihong, I think your student is good enough to sponsor BBK.”

"I watched him progress step by step, day by day, over a period of more than ten days," Li Guohua hinted before turning and leaving.

Fang Ziye said in a low voice, "Master, Professor Li's words are a bit exaggerated."

Yuan Weihong patted Fang Ziye on the back of the head, pretending to hit him, almost jumping up to slap him: "Who's exaggerating to say it's only ten or twenty days? You better keep a low profile."

Yuan Weihong understood Fang Ziye's meaning, but Fang Ziye's meaning couldn't be too obvious.

What's the difference between improving in ten days and improving in two months?

For ordinary people, there is not much difference, because for a regular student to make such a breakthrough, it usually requires about half a year of persistent practice, and it is not enough to just practice for a long time every day. You have to learn, think, and ponder at the same time.

"Yes, Master." Fang Ziye nodded, then carefully removed his gloves to avoid getting his hands covered in oil.

The only downside is that it's easier to operate on pigs than on humans.

It's so oily, especially in winter now. The lard sticks to the gloves and even takes shape.

"Let's do it together later."

"Let's call it a day," Yuan Weihong said, then quickly stopped mid-sentence.

He originally planned to have a meal together, but good heavens, there are about twenty of us! If we were to eat together, how big of a place would we need to find?

Unless it's a big departmental gathering, there's really no need for this.

If you actually shout, you're just asking for trouble. These young people should always respect themselves. Even if you drink beer, you'll still have to run to the toilet.

It's better to have a small gathering.

"Okay, Brother Wei," everyone replied.

Yuan Weihong withdrew first.

After Yuan Weihong left, Xiong Jinhuan, Yan Zhiming, and Lu Zhefu, along with their fellow doctoral students, thanked Fang Ziye with envy and resentment, and Fang Ziye politely returned their thanks.

Once you've reached a certain level of skill, you've reached that level. Fang Ziye didn't hide anything and acted like a prostitute; he openly displayed his skills, whether you want to look or not. I didn't intentionally hide anything to ambush you.

Then it doesn't matter. Others can only be envious. As for jealousy and hatred, in a place like Zhongnan Hospital, how can you possibly feel any hatred?

Twenty minutes later, Fang Ziye and Jie Han emerged from the crowd and left the training room.

Sure enough, Yuan Weihong was outside, straddling a small electric scooter, waiting for the two of them. When he saw Fang Ziye, he said, "I thought you would enjoy yourself inside for four or five hours before you were willing to come out."

Jiehan said, "Master, my senior brother told the other senior brothers and classmates that he still had cell experiments to do in the lab, so he came out right away."

"My senior colleague and I rearranged the control panel together."

Yuan Weihong then asked, "You little rascal, are you going to do a cell experiment later?"

It means that you can't lie without any reason.

“Yes, it’s not small, and it’s not the right time.” Fang Ziye nodded, then asked, “Master, shall Jie Han and I take a taxi there?”

Putting everything else aside, the only downside of Zhongnan Hospital is the poor road conditions and inconvenient parking, to the point that Yuan Weihong doesn't dare to drive his car regularly and can only commute by electric scooter.

Its main features are convenience and speed.

Yuan Weihong paused for a moment, then noticed that Fang Ziye was getting a little cocky and even started to respond to jokes.

What I'm trying to say today is that you're a little rascal, not a little chicken.

The gull is a family of reptiles. It has a flat, oval-shaped body, a shell on its back, short limbs, and webbed toes. When startled, it retracts its head, tail, and four legs into its shell.

“Well, it’s not like the old folks have to ride electric scooters in the wind and rain. You young people really know how to enjoy life.” Yuan Weihong patted his steering wheel.

His electric scooter can't carry passengers, and even if it could, one person would still have to take a taxi.

"Master, why don't we go together?" Fang Ziye felt he hadn't thought it through; since he was going to take a taxi anyway, he might as well go the same way.

"I'll go straight home from where I ate later; I have a class this afternoon," Yuan Weihong explained.

His teaching workload is now heavier than his clinical workload. He wants to be promoted to associate senior physician. In fact, the promotion of associate chief physician is only slightly more difficult than that of a regular tertiary hospital in a prefecture-level city.

However, if you want to be promoted to associate professor, you can't lag behind in articles, research projects, teaching, and scientific research. You'll be a permanent attending physician if you don't outcompete others.

This is the predicament of large platforms.

In a prefecture-level city, Yuan Weihong's skill level would be at least mid-level or even top-level associate chief physician; he could even perform surgeries that chief physicians couldn't.

But here, he's just a junior attending physician. There's nothing he can do. Others who have been promoted to associate chief physician and associate professor are much more impressive than him, so he can only stay put and slowly accumulate his own expertise.

(End of this chapter)