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Chapter 95 A Long and Arduous Medical Life! (First Update, Please Subscribe)
Fang Ziye participated in the assessment of only two people.

Because there were two senior professors in the sports medicine training room, one was Zhu Kewei, whom he was following, and the other was Professor Han Shan. Professor Han Shan brought a doctor of sports medicine as an assistant for the assessment, and they also completed the assessment for two people.

Without exception, all failed.

The person who went the furthest was a recent master's graduate named Xiao Zhiyuan. He passed the incision, suturing, and puncture procedures, but he stopped at the step of simulated arthroscopic operation.

Despite this, both Professor Han Shan and Professor Zhu Kewei said to the doctor of sports medicine, "Right? This student has pretty good talent. Although it's not that high, it's still decent. If we can give him some guidance, I estimate that he can further develop his potential."

Just then, Fang Ziye returned from submitting the materials and taking Xiao Zhiyuan back to the orthopedics department. Seeing that there were no more candidates, he stood aside and waited for instructions.

The doctoral student Fang Ziye didn't know well remarked with admiration, "Yes, this Xiao Zhiyuan didn't attend a particularly good undergraduate program; it was just an ordinary university. But his talent for operations is indeed quite remarkable."

"Speaking of which, I wasn't as good as him when I was taking my doctoral exam. Once Xiao Zhiyuan comes in, I guess the pressure on us senior students will be much greater."

Xiao Zhiyuan was also likely born at the end of the 20th century, hence his name, like Fang Ziye's, is quite characteristic of that era.

Fortunately, her name isn't Xiao Ziqi or anything like that.

With nothing else to do, Professor Zhu turned to Fang Ziye and said, "Peng Zhong, why don't you ask those senior students at BBK what their mindset is now?"

What's the rush here?

The topic then shifted to Fang Ziye.

The PhD student's name was Peng Zhong, a fairly standard name. He had a clean-cut face and a mole on the corner of his mouth, which didn't detract from his looks, but he wasn't particularly handsome either. Upon hearing this, the mole on his mouth and his lip twitched slightly.
"Professor Han, there's no need to ask. We, the people in this year, have already interviewed him."

“Tell me, Wang Yuanqi, who was in the same year as me, was also a talent brought in through the training room, but now he is still under tremendous pressure.”

"Luckily, my junior brother isn't BBK."

"The people in the hand surgery department celebrated for two nights after they found out Ziye wasn't going to the hand surgery department." Peng Zhong stretched out his index and middle fingers, his expression and tone slightly exaggerated.

"How do they celebrate?" Professor Zhu Kewei was also very curious.

"Gaming in an internet cafe with barbecue, beer and soft drinks—you won't get drunk."

"They were going to invite me too, but I was in surgery that day. So I couldn't make it. What a pity, since someone else was treating." Peng Zhong was also trying to curry favor by showing off his good fortune.

There are only benefits and no drawbacks to spending time with the two professors and getting to know them.

"Peng Zhong, come quick! Someone in the trauma surgery department has successfully passed the test! Another talent in the special program! This year is going to be incredibly successful, it's like gods are fighting!" someone shouted from outside.

Although it was a shout that interrupted Professor Han Shan and the others' conversation, the two professors showed no sign of anger. They stood up and headed towards practice room 801.

At this moment, in addition to the candidates taking the exams in hand surgery and joint surgery, Professor Li Dongqing, the only senior professor in sports medicine, joint surgery, and orthopedics, also heard the commotion and quickly walked alongside Professor Han Shan.

He muttered under his breath, "Hey, tell me, what kind of luck did Li Guohua and Xiong Zhizhang, those trauma surgeons, have? It's one thing for our hospital to produce one special talent, but to produce another one, it has to be someone from their department."

"Why doesn't our orthopedics department send one?"

At this moment, Professor Zhu Kewei also muttered rather rudely, "Good luck, of course it's good."

"Who knows how many piles of dog poop those two old professors deliberately stepped in."

The three professors blocked Peng Zhong and Fang Ziye's path. After entering room 801, they pushed through the crowd and politely asked, "Professor Li, what are this child's grades?"

"It's just average, nothing special!"

"Your name is Song Yi, right? From the Third People's Hospital Affiliated to Kyoto University?" Professor Li Guohua and Professor Xiong Zhizhang, both from the Department of Trauma Surgery, flanked Song Yi from both sides, preventing the other old fogies from getting close.

"Yes, teacher." Song Yi was about the same height as Fang Ziye, 1.78 meters, with a handsome face, similar to Fang Ziye, but he was thinner than Fang Ziye, though his muscles were strong and powerful.

At this moment, he politely placed his hands folded in front of his abdomen, and his tone of voice was quite pleasant.

"Not bad, very good."

But Li Guohua asked another question: "Song Yi, are you really determined to come to our hospital? If so, I can make the decision for you to choose your own mentor and apply for the National Special Scholarship directly for you."

Song Yi said, "Thank you, teacher. I had already contacted Professor Deng Yong in our department, and I had also been in contact with my fellow students in the group. So, my top choice is still my first choice."

"Thank you for your trouble, teacher."

"As for the scholarship, let's not make a decision yet. We brothers in this year's class will rely on our own abilities. Of course, it can't be decided in advance," Song Yi answered clearly.

Professor Han Shan, a specialist in sports medicine, suddenly remarked, "Why didn't you consider staying at the hospital to pursue a doctorate?"

Li Guohua and He Zhizhang glared at Han Shan, their murderous gazes seeming to say, "You old dog, if you can't speak properly, then don't. Can you please stop bringing up things that are hard to talk about?"
However, Song Yi was relatively easygoing and not nervous. After looking around and seeing that there were no other brothers from the same year who were taking the exam, he joked, "To be a little hypocritical, I might be drawn by the reputation of Han City University, a prestigious institution of higher learning. I am from Han City myself and want to come back in order to have the opportunity to contribute to my hometown."

"To be honest, if I stay at Kyoto University, I won't get the talent introduction funding. My family will go bankrupt and still not be able to afford a house. It's better to come back early and strive for a better future."

"Before I came here, I specifically inquired about the housing prices within eight kilometers of the Third Hospital. It would cost me my entire life's salary without eating or drinking. If I wanted to stay there, I could only look for a girl like the ones in TV dramas."

"Otherwise, we won't even have enough to eat."

"Teachers, I hope you won't blame me for being too honest." Song Yi's tone was humorous yet courteous, reasonable, and logically clear.

Upon hearing this, Professor Han Shan and the others nodded slightly.

If Kyoto and Shanghai aren't just about expensive housing, how could a place like the Wuhan University Affiliated Zhongnan Hospital possibly offer such a bargain?
The platform can influence or even determine the heights one can reach in the future.

"No matter the reason, as long as you dare to choose, we welcome you!" Li Guohua rubbed his hands together.

Then, after looking around the crowd, he found Fang Ziye and said, "Hey, Ziye, your classmate has arrived. Treat him well."

Only after being called out did Fang Ziye dare to pry open a small space between Yan Zhiming and Senior Brother Gu Yi, and take a few steps deeper inside.

At this moment, it had turned into a celebration banquet and a one-man show for the trauma surgery department. Professor Li Dongqing and Professor Han Shan and a few others left, cursing under their breath.

I just think the trauma surgery department got incredibly lucky.

But it's not too bad, because trauma surgery is the flagship subspecialty of Zhongnan Hospital, ranking among the top three in the entire city of Wuhan. Whether it's Hubei Provincial People's Hospital, Tongji Hospital affiliated with Huazhong University of Science and Technology, or Union Hospital, there has to be someone who bows down to it.

This is something that the other subspecialties cannot do.

It is precisely because of such a platform that the strong have become stronger.

Fang Ziye didn't make a fuss, and once he got closer, he didn't want to speak up directly.

Song Yi was the same; fortunately, Li Guohua helped them introduce themselves, and then the two shook hands.

"Brother Ye, I'd heard of you before I came, and you're truly exceptional. You're better than me." Song Yi readily admitted his shortcomings.

Fang Ziye said, "Brother Yi, let's not play the business flattery game. From now on, we're brothers, let's learn from each other's strengths and make up for each other's weaknesses. Don't say you don't have any strengths."

Fang Ziye casually remarked.

Song Yi's face immediately stiffened, and he said sternly, "Brother Ye, the way you're talking makes it sound like you've lost a bit of your height."

Fang Ziye immediately thought to himself, this is definitely a master.

By now, Yan Zhiming had finished compiling all of Song Yi's relevant information and said, "Professor Li, I'll hand over the corresponding scales to Professor Qi now."

"The candidates for our trauma surgery specialty assessment have all come to an end."

“Okay, good!” Li Guohua nodded, let Yan Zhiming leave, then rubbed his hands together and asked, “Song Yi, according to our hospital’s special program regulations, you can skip the subsequent interview and on-the-job assessment stages and go directly into the special program.”

"So what are your plans for the future? Are you going back soon, or do you want to come here first to familiarize yourself with the environment? If you want to get familiar with it beforehand, I can arrange for someone to let you tour around the department and our hospital's laboratories."

"That way, when you join the department in the future, you can get started right away if there's anything you need."

Li Guohua did not show favoritism. He had arranged a training opportunity for Fang Ziye at Enzhou People's Hospital, and naturally, he also wanted to do something for talented people like Song Yi to show his respect.

Song Yi then asked, "Brother Ye, what are your names for these two senior colleagues?"

At this moment, neither Li Guohua nor Professor Dong Zhizhang were wearing name tags, nor did they introduce themselves.

Fang Ziye then introduced Song Yi to him.

Song Yicai said, "Hello, Professor Li and Professor Dong. I have two things to do when I come back. One is to take the re-examination, and the other is to go home and visit my parents. After all, I have been studying in Kyoto for so many years and we have rarely been able to see each other."

"However, I will take a couple of days to contact my senior classmates and have them show me around."

"No need for the professor to trouble himself. Thank you." Song Yi said this with his hands slightly clasped, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Yes, filial piety comes first, and having this idea is very good."

"Anyway, we'll be spending a lot of time together in the future. Professor Dong and I would like to mention here that your current level of freedom is the same as that of Wang Yuanqi, a second-year doctoral student, and Dai Yinsheng, a third-year doctoral student."

"You all came in through special programs, so we will ensure that your treatment is fair and equal."

"If you have any requests, as long as they are reasonable, please feel free to make them. Our department will do its best to accommodate them, including your experimental arrangements, professional learning plans, or any questions you encounter in the practice room..."

Li Guohua was so happy to see two promising young doctors in the trauma surgery department this year that his jaw almost dropped.

If Li Guohua could live to see his hospital's trauma surgery department surpass Tongji Hospital, he would be overjoyed.

Of course, this is wishful thinking, but how can anything be accomplished without wishful thinking?
After exchanging pleasantries, Fang Ziye and Song Yi took their leave.

After the assessment here is completed, a professional skills assessment committee composed of a group of senior professors will gather together for a meeting to summarize who failed and why.

This special program assessment is also a measure of the comprehensive professional skills of each candidate when selecting doctoral students.

At the very least, those who dare to try their hand at the training room generally have a slightly higher skill level than those who didn't participate.

Song Yi left the training room side by side with Fang Ziye. Halfway there, he said with a smile, "Brother Ye, if I'm not mistaken, our teacher should have three students in this year's class, right?"

Song Yi directly addressed Professor Deng Yong as "teacher".

Fang Ziye thought about it seriously for a moment: "That should be the case. Brother Yi, you also entered the department to pursue your doctorate through a special program, so Professor Deng Yong's spot will basically go to Yuanpei."

"I had already guessed it. Before I came for the re-examination, Professor Deng contacted me privately and asked me to try this special program, saying that there were many benefits. After I came, I realized that Professor Deng meant something else."

Upon hearing this, Song Yi sighed slightly: "But there's nothing we can do about it. The bond between master and disciple is a matter of fate and affection. I hope that in the future, teacher, you can be a little less biased."

Fang Ziye was shocked when he heard this. Good heavens!

Although his teacher was known as "A Leaf in the North Sea," seemingly carefree and unpredictable, no one was as steady as Yuan Weihong. He had long guessed that Professor Deng Yong might have a sudden inspiration and think of his student.

And it's already been arranged.

Fang Ziye wanted to ask if Professor Deng Yong had leaked the exam questions to Song Yi beforehand, meaning he had told Song Yi about the assessment criteria for the advanced operational special project. But it was no longer necessary or important.

Why must the master-disciple relationship between Li Yuanpei and Deng Yong be worse than that between myself and Yuan Weihong? Just because I am the eldest disciple?
What a joke.

“Brother Yi, Professor Deng Yong is a very magnanimous person, he wouldn’t do that,” Fang Ziye still tried to explain.

Song Yi was determined to stay in the hospital to pursue her doctorate, but in fact, she had many other options.

The doctoral application and assessment system at Tongji and Union Hospitals affiliated with Huazhong University of Science and Technology is just around the corner. Who knows if Song Yi will also make a trip there?

Why did I have to be taken down at Zhongnan Hospital?
Zhongnan Hospital doesn't have that much influence; perhaps Song Yi already has a plan in mind.

As a result, whether losing Song Yi because of Li Yuanpei was worth it was something Fang Ziye could not comment on, nor did he want to interfere.

"Goodbye, Brother Ye. I have to go home for lunch. My parents are waiting for me." Song Yi didn't say anything more. He used his phone to locate the bus stop near the hospital and called a ride-hailing service.

"Brother Yi, let's connect on WeChat when you're free," Fang Ziye said, pointing to his phone.

"Definitely, bro." Song Yi made a gesture, then left gracefully, barely lingering on the ground.

At this moment, Fang Ziye had a vague feeling that, because of Professor Deng Yong's previous actions, Song Yi's chances of staying to pursue a doctorate were even slimmer.

The reason Song Yi came to the re-examination this time and participated in the advanced professional operation special program was to show Professor Deng Yong his attitude.

Your choice is your choice, your advice is your advice, and my choice is also my own choice, not something I'm asking you for.

Naturally, after Song Yi left, Fang Ziye still thought deeply about the topic that Song Yi had joked about earlier.

Why did Song Yi return to Han City? Although he might be joking about not being able to afford a house in Kyoto, it's not entirely a joke. Houses in Kyoto are not cheap.

A set costing close to ten million is a common sight everywhere.

On the other hand, the difficulty for me to buy a house in Han City is no less than the difficulty for Song Yi to buy a house in Kyoto, after all, everyone's family circumstances are different.

The apartments near Zhongnan Hospital are generally priced between 20,000 and 30,000 yuan per square meter, with some even exceeding 40,000 or reaching 50,000 yuan, which is not outrageous.

If we calculate it this way?

Fang Ziye considered it for a moment and decided that he would definitely not buy the worst one. He would buy a medium one instead. At 30,000 yuan per square meter, the area was not particularly large. The theoretical area was 120 square meters, and the usable area was about 100 square meters. This was not a high standard requirement, right?

But this would mean a down payment of over a million.

The family can only provide a maximum of around 200,000 yuan, leaving a shortfall of 800,000 yuan.

The annual salary for an attending physician at our hospital is around 200,000 to 300,000 yuan, which translates to a monthly salary of nearly 10,000 to 20,000 yuan. Who dares to say that this salary standard is low?
Nobody would say that a monthly salary of 10,000 yuan puts you in the top 90% of the population.

Even after taxes, meaning that even if you don't eat or drink anything after you start working, it might take you five years to save enough for a down payment.

Even if I don't eat, I still need to rent a place, right?

If it's just an ordinary PhD, the talent introduction fee will be at most a symbolic 100,000 yuan, which is just a drop in the bucket.

Zhongnan Hospital has no shortage of PhDs, so if you want to live a good life, you can only try to get the second-highest level talent introduction program, which offers a settlement allowance of up to 500,000 yuan. With this, you can scrape together money with your family and borrow another 100,000 yuan from relatives. You can probably afford to buy a house as soon as you settle down and start working.

At that time, I was about thirty years old.

The road ahead is long and arduous!

This is life, this is the life of a doctor, and this is the life of a medical student.

In hospitals, doctors are indeed in a profession that saves lives and heals the wounded. But once they leave the hospital, doctors are just ordinary people who need to eat, drink, and relieve themselves. They need to buy houses and cars, and they also need to live, eat, and travel. They also need to bear the same pressures as all young people.

But at least it's a glimmer of hope. If I were just an ordinary wage earner, then such hope would be extremely slim.

(End of this chapter)