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Chapter 96 The Adult World (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

Fang Ziye had no idea what Professor Deng Yong had talked about with Song Yi, and naturally, he couldn't ask.

Even regarding Song Yi's thoughts and choices, Fang Ziye could only speculate and could not know his true inner thoughts.

However, there is no doubt that Fang Ziye, as a third-year master's student in this college, had the advantage of being in a good position. Therefore, after Professor Qi Wenshan handed the professional assessment scoring sheet to Professor Du Xinzhan and the doctoral assessment team, Associate Professor Tang Yi, the teaching director, called Fang Ziye.

"Ziye, first of all, on behalf of the Department of Orthopedics, I congratulate you on your special program exam results. We also welcome you to become a doctoral student in our hospital. However, to ensure fairness and freedom, on behalf of the Department of Orthopedics, I would like to ask you whether you would like to choose Professor Deng Yong as your doctoral supervisor." Tang Yi's tone on the phone was very formal.

Taking the special program means using a special quota that is not subject to the original departmental quota.

These spots allow students to choose their own mentors, and the benefits are comparable to those of the eight-year program like Luo Tingzhu's.

Generally speaking, when applying for a doctoral program, you need to choose your supervisor in advance. The department will not give you any freedom of choice. The only two-way choice you have is to apply in advance and then decide whether to come or not.

However, while choosing whether or not to stay at Zhongnan Hospital to pursue his doctorate, Fang Ziye also had the opportunity to choose another supervisor. For example, many professors in the Department of Hand Surgery were very welcoming to Fang Ziye.

Naturally, Fang Ziye can also choose doctoral supervisors outside of trauma surgery and hand surgery.

"Professor Tang, Professor Deng Yong and I had already discussed this beforehand. I'm relieved to hear from you in advance." After much planning, we've finally reached this point, and Tang Yi, as the academic director, called to inform us.

So this matter is now completely settled, with no further surprises!

"Well, Ziye, have you considered applying for a doctoral program at another hospital? I heard you applied for a doctoral program at another hospital," Tang Yi asked, still a little worried.

"No, Professor Tang, I only registered for the exam; I didn't actually take it," Fang Ziye explained to reassure Tang Yi.

As they were talking, Fang Ziye walked into his rented room, opened the door, placed his phone on the entryway with one hand, and began to take off his shoes and put on his own slippers.

Today is the day of the doctoral re-examination, so Fang Ziye did not arrange any experiments in the laboratory. Similarly, he did not plan to stay in the practice room for long, as it would be used for other general application assessments in the afternoon.

"Phew! ~ It's alright."

“Otherwise, if you lose it too, Professor Deng will be in real trouble,” Tang said with a sigh.

Fang Ziye's phone was on speakerphone, so when he heard Tang Yi's words, the slippers in his hand fell to the ground.

To put it another way: "Did Song Yi explicitly and directly refuse so early on?"

"Well, what he means is that he contacted Professor Deng quite early, and since it wasn't meant to be, he wouldn't force it."

"He already has three doctoral offers in his hands. With six SCI papers and such strong professional skills, he won't have to worry about not having a place to study," Tang sighed softly.

"We can only respect Song Yi's decision."

Fang Ziye, having put on his dog-shaped slippers, asked, "Professor Tang, no? What exactly does Song Yi mean? I don't quite understand. Why is it so important?"

Fang Ziye was somewhat puzzled.

If Song Yi chooses to openly and legitimately go through the normal application and assessment system, how can Li Yuanpei possibly fight him?

"That's what you call a clever approach. It makes a statement without offending anyone. Professor Deng Yong can still choose his students according to his own wishes, and he can also choose his mentor or even whether he should study at our institute."

"Alright, that's enough." Tang Yi unilaterally chose to hang up the phone.

Fang Ziye looked at his phone, sat on the leather sofa in the living room for a moment and pondered before letting out a bitter laugh.

If you have the ability, you can certainly be willful.

But his teacher was right in his prediction: it would be very risky to compete directly with Li Yuanpei!

Who knows, Professor Deng Yong might one day wonder where his student has gone?
Therefore, Fang Ziye could only be a runner-up, because if it were just a regular application and assessment system, Fang Ziye wouldn't be much better than Li Yuanpei, but only slightly better, or even not significantly better. If Professor Deng Yong chose Li Yuanpei, Fang Ziye wouldn't even have a chance to complain.

Your own teacher—that's not being arrogant.

……

The following day, when Fang Ziye arrived at the department again, the on-the-job assessment for the doctoral application evaluation system was still in full swing.

Apart from Fang Ziye and Song Yi, the other 89 people were eliminated based on their overall scores in terms of on-the-spot adaptability and clinical professional operation during the interview stage, leaving only 45 people in the end.

The forty-five people were divided into five groups of nine, each group going to a different subspecialty. Each subspecialty had three groups, meaning each group had three people.

To avoid being assessed during their on-the-job training, Xiong Jinhuan and Li Yuanpei from the trauma surgery department went to the sports medicine department for their assessments, where their superiors in sports medicine were responsible for scoring them.

Among those who came for the trauma surgery assessment were people from other hospitals, as well as master's students from other subspecialties within our hospital, including Fang Ziye's classmates.

However, before Fang Ziye could even greet them, he saw Professor Li Guohua from the Department of Trauma Surgery and Professor Qi Wenshan from the Department of Joint Surgery sitting in the doctors' office in the department.

With a slightly gloomy expression, he chose one of the two seats on the oval desk where the shift was changing, and then remained silent, holding his phone and playing with it.

His expression was slightly grave.

The group of junior doctors who appeared in the office at that moment, including the PhDs including Luo Tingzhu, were all trembling with fear, each one on edge, tiptoeing and speaking in hushed tones.

Sensing this atmosphere, Fang Ziye and the others dared not whisper to each other anymore. They quickly lined up obediently to wait for the computer, and then recorded the pre- and post-operative examination results of the patients under their care in their notebooks.

Once you've finished taking notes, you can give up your seat without wasting any time.

A moment later, Fang Ziye's teacher, Yuan Weihong, appeared at the office door whistling. As he was buttoning his shirt, he looked up and was about to shout "Hey guys!" when he discovered two big shots sitting on his desk.

Startled, Yuan Weihong's body trembled slightly like a penguin, and he quickly and silently slid in from the main entrance to the right.

Neither Li Guohua nor Qi Wenshan noticed Yuan Weihong. Yuan Weihong was hiding in the blind spot formed by Fang Ziye and Jie Han, and began sending messages to Professor Deng Yong to inform him of the matter.

After Professor Deng Yong replied, Associate Professor Peng Long, who was resting in the adjacent associate professor's office, rushed to the doctor's office after receiving a notification from Yuan Weihong in the small group chat. He politely greeted, "Professor Qi, Professor Li."

"Mm," the two simply replied.

……

A short while later, Professor Deng Yong rushed over, quickly buttoning his shirt as he approached, and said, "Professor Qi, Master, what brings you two to the department?"

Professor Qi and Professor Li didn't say anything, but after Deng Yong arrived, they stood up and walked out of the office.

Professor Deng Yong immediately followed suit.

Yuan Weihong and Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan, who arrived later, were about to go in to serve tea and other things when Li Guohua sent them away.

Standing at the office door, pointing at Yuan Weihong, he said, "You stand guard outside the door. If anyone dares to open it, I'll hold you responsible! Remember, anyone!"

Even if the dean comes, he will be made to wait at the door.

Yuan Weihong nodded up and down, only then realizing that things were really serious.

At this moment, Li Guohua's blatant disrespect, bringing over Professor Qi Wenshan from the Department of Joint Surgery, is clearly a recipe for disaster.

The current Dean Wang, back in his student days, was a student of Professor Li Guohua and others, yet he didn't dare to directly confront those irritating old professors.

Fortunately, the voices of the elderly professors inside were quite strong.

Yuan Weihong didn't need to open the door or get close to eavesdrop; he could just listen in.

"Deng Yong, who gave you the right to contact and hint at things to students who applied to your doctoral program in advance?"

"Just because you're a doctoral supervisor, does that make you something special?"

"Clap!"

Judging from the sound, it should be the sound of a keyboard and mouse hitting the ground. Then, a cracking sound comes from behind.

The one who got angry was Deng Yong's mentor, Professor Li Guohua.

Yuan Weihong guessed that Deng Yong's expression should be respectful and his face full of apologetic smile: "Master, Professor Qi, it's not worth getting angry and hurting yourself over such a small matter, it's not worth it at all."

"Please calm down, I'll explain to you slowly..."

"It's not worth it. You think we're all getting old and can't hold power anymore, so you're starting to act arrogantly and disregard the rules we established before, right?" "Fine, calm down, calm down. Okay, then go and win a second-class National Science and Technology Progress Award!"

"Go! When can I go? What if I can't go?" Li Guohua's voice was almost accusatory.

"Our generation has learned from past mistakes, which is why we established these rules in the hope that future generations won't suffer the same losses. What are your thoughts on this?"

"The person hasn't even arrived, and you haven't even seen their abilities, yet you already have your top choice in mind? Are you studying trauma surgery or fortune telling?"

"Then go and have your fortune told!"

“You can forget about being the administrative director of this department. If this matter really gets blown out of proportion, you, as a professor, will be in deep trouble. Go wherever you want!” Li Guohua said this without giving any face.

Immediately afterwards, Professor Qi Wenshan's voice rang out: "Deng Yong, I don't know if you think the department's rules are a joke or not?"

“We can turn a blind eye to other mistakes, and it doesn’t matter if you young people make some underhanded moves. But this is a matter of principle, not student recruitment.”

"To be honest, this is one of the few collective missions that we old guys have participated in."

"After the doctoral re-examination and the on-the-job assessment, you will be temporarily suspended from your position as ward director. Let Han Yuanxiao be the acting director. You are not suitable. You are too emotional."

Deng Yong's voice faltered slightly: "Teacher Qi, it's me?"

"I do not have."

Li Guohua felt that Qi Wenshan was being too polite: "You don't need to think about it anymore. Han Yuanxiao will be the administrative director of the trauma surgery department in the future. He has the ability and strength to do so. You should retire early!"

"This is also Professor Du Xinzhan's idea!" Li Guohua still brought up Deng Yong's most direct superior.

A local official is more powerful than a distant one. We may be old and useless now, but don't forget, you can't just wander around the hospital as you please.

Then the office fell silent.

Li Guohua pointed at Deng Yong and said, "You're not satisfied, are you? Go ahead and report it to the personnel department, go ahead and report it to the discipline inspection commission that someone in the orthopedics department is abusing their power to suppress you, you can even report it to the provincial health and family planning commission, go ahead and report it to the school."

"Go ahead, go now. Go and call Dean Wang over, go."

"You're saying we old professors are inhuman, that we're targeting you, Deng Yong. You, Professor Deng Yong, are more powerful than academicians, more powerful than Nobel laureates..."

Qi Wenshan then said, "The matter has already been decided. We are just here to inform you, not to discuss it with you. Your teacher, Professor Li Guohua, also voted in favor of this matter."

"Try to calm yourself down and don't bring your emotions into your work."

“The student you disqualified is not only qualified for the specialized professional program, but also qualified for the research program.”

“I’ve also contacted him. It’s not that Song Yi can’t stay in the hospital to pursue his doctorate; he genuinely wants to return to Wuhan to develop his career.”

With that, Professor Li Guohua and Qi Wenshan opened the door and walked out.

Hearing the footsteps of the two elderly professors approaching, Yuan Weihong quickly stood up, pretending that he hadn't been eavesdropping but had been keeping watch dutifully.

In fact, the soundproofing in the hospital offices is excellent. If Yuan Weihong hadn't pressed his ear against the door, he wouldn't have been able to hear what was being said inside.

"Professor Qi, Professor Li." Yuan Weihong bowed slightly, intending to follow.

"You all work normally, hand over your shifts when it's time, and do your on-the-job assessments when it's time." Li Guohua tugged at the collar of his white coat and strode out of the trauma surgery department, his face full of disappointment and frustration. He thought his student must have lost his mind!
That's why, even though he's already reached the position of director, he still manages to mess things up.

I told him long ago that if you are an ordinary student, you are free to choose, but don't interfere with your choice to pursue a special program or make an extreme choice for exceptionally talented people because of your bias.

Zhongnan Hospital has suffered greatly in this regard, with many outstanding talents leaving the hospital because of such incidents. In the end, these talents built their own sister hospitals, which overshadowed their own hospital's specialties.

At that time, the doctoral application and assessment system did not have a special program for advanced and cutting-edge specialties. There were only special programs like the Onion Research Program, which simply relied on published papers.

As a result, one person emerged who, in just twelve years after graduating with a bachelor's degree, completely overwhelmed all the vocational colleges in the entire city of Wuhan.

Of course, Zhongnan Hospital has also had its share of overlooked talents. For example, in the Department of Internal Medicine, there is a current professor who was a promising talent who was lost at Tongji Hospital affiliated with Huazhong University of Science and Technology. Now, he has achieved great success not only in making money, but also in his professional achievements, which are very impressive.

Yuan Weihong peered through the office door and saw Professor Deng Yong tidying up the messy office while wiping his forehead, his eyes looking lost.

It seemed as if he hadn't been treated like this in a long time since he was promoted to director.

He later became a professor and the head of the ward. Everyone, including the heads of other subspecialties and even Du Xinzhan, the head of orthopedics, still treated him with great respect.

In the past, when the older professors saw Deng Yong, they would praise him, saying, "Professor Li, you have a worthy successor."

Except for today!

Yuan Weihong gently closed the door, not going in to help. Instead of cleaning Deng Yong's wounds, he went in to look at the mess on the ground, opening the wounds and sprinkling salt on them.

Someone like Professor Deng Yong, even when injured, will only silently lick his wounds and process them on his own. It's not up to his subordinates to comfort him, lest they become a laughingstock.

None of the people in the doctor's office knew about any of this.

After Yuan Weihong appeared in the doctor's office, Xie Jinyuan went up to him and asked, "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing. Professor Li and Professor Qi just came to explain the rules for the doctoral assistant assessment to Professor Deng. They're older professors, so they're quite concerned about the students passing on their knowledge."

Xie Jinyuan appeared relieved: "It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright."

"Weihong, you go and take charge of coordinating with the nine students in our department who are going to be assessed. You personally divide them into three groups of three people each."

"Then, in a little while, you, me, and Qin Geluo will each lead one class and conduct a three-day assessment, with the final comprehensive evaluation and systematic scoring."

“Okay!” Yuan Weihong did not refuse.

He has gradually been appointed by Professor Deng Yong as the head of teaching and research in trauma surgery, but such a head of teaching and research is different from a teaching supervisor like Tang Yi.

Yuan Weihong and Tang Yi do not have a superior-subordinate relationship; however, within the trauma surgery subspecialty, all students must pass Yuan Weihong's test before they can submit their theses to outsiders.

Furthermore, if the department wants to carry out any research projects, the teaching and research supervisor must review and approve them. This essentially means that the two major areas of scientific research and teaching are directly handed over to Yuan Weihong for responsibility, although there is no official appointment.

Before long, it was time to hand over the shift.

As Fang Ziye watched Professor Deng Yong emerge from his office, radiant and full of energy, his face glowing with health and spirits, as if he had just received endless praise, the weight in his heart lifted.

After the handover, Professor Deng Yong said in a loud voice, "First of all, I would like to welcome all of you to our department for the on-the-job assessment. Although the time is short, only three days, it is fate that we met."

"Nine people, each with a different teacher, will be objectively evaluated based on multiple dimensions, including your mastery of basic theoretical knowledge, your connection to clinical practice, your understanding of research progress and the latest cutting-edge scientific research."

"Although you may not be master's students in trauma surgery, trauma surgery is the foundation of all orthopedics. Therefore, regardless of which subspecialty you belong to, you need to have some understanding of it."

"Because after you start working, you must be prepared not to work in the subspecialty you studied."

"Alright, enough with the small talk, Professor Han, Professor Dong, let's get back to work."

"The three students in our group..."

Yuan Weihong immediately followed up, saying, "Professor Deng, I have already made arrangements for the three students in our group who will be participating in the assessment."

"Okay." Deng Yong nodded in satisfaction.

Xie Jinyuan said, "Professor Deng, I have outpatient clinic today, so I'll take one person with me first."

"Okay." Professor Deng Yong nodded again.

"Then the rest of you, come with me to the operating room first." With a wave of his hand, Professor Deng Yong led his rather large team off.

Although I may no longer be the head of the ward, I will still be a professor, a full professor, and a group leader; I've just taken a step back.

Once a choice is made, there's no going back or regretting it; there's no going back.

In the adult world, there are no turning back. No matter how great the cost of the choice, no matter how broken your teeth, you have to swallow it all and still smile.

(End of this chapter)