Chapter 101: The Unexpected Senior Brother (Second Update, Asking for Subscription)

"Senior Brother Fang, may I ask you a question? Why are you so interested in the experimental results? You take photos every time — is this some kind of special collecting habit?" Luo Tingzhu asked in a soft, gentle tone while removing her mask as she and Fang Ziye walked side by side out of the Operating Room.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly in a smile, a smile tinged with cunning.

Fang Ziye's knee joints went weak on the spot; he sniffed and said, "Tingzhu, you weren't prepared for this at all?"

"We Doctoral Students can apply to submit academic reports at provincial-level Orthopedics Annual Conferences or city-level Orthopedics Academic Conferences, and these academic reports can serve as bonus items in place of low-quality papers."

"Whether for scholarship evaluation or future job hunting, they are quite advantageous."

What is called spouting nonsense with a straight face — Fang Ziye is exactly that.

The situation Fang Ziye described certainly exists; it is just very difficult.

At any specialty's academic conference, let alone Master's Students and Doctors, even Attending Physicians are mere foils, Associate Professors just watch the tea, and even Department Directors in prefecture-level city hospitals, to give a report, are trembling with fear, terrified that their report has loopholes and they will be dissed.

A Senior Attending Physician like Yuan Weihong, to give a small report in a small sub-venue of a small Youth Forum at a national-level Orthopedics Annual Conference — say, the second session in the morning, the first or second session in the afternoon — that kind of venue, all require layer upon layer of selection for a chance.

At provincial conferences it is slightly better, but for ordinary Doctors and Master's Students wanting to give academic reports, you might have the guts, but your Master doesn't.

If you speak poorly, he still has to step in to cover for you, debating a hall full of scholars; the scene might be even more "stimulating" than your thesis defense.

At a defense, the Defense Committee's Chairman might be just three to five people; at most, a venue has no fewer than dozens.

Moreover, the venues that ordinary Doctoral Students can attend are usually Youth Forums, and the reports to be given are all purely about basic experiments.

That's the end of it; basically the current young generation all come from pure basic experimental research backgrounds, and even Old Professors — if you speak in abstruse, mystical terms, it's slightly easier to bluff, but those of Yuan Weihong's age are harder to bluff, and those younger than Yuan Weihong are even harder to bluff.

Find a single point, and they might poke you until you fall apart.

But in the end it is just a fantasy.

Luo Tingzhu listened seriously, restrained the smile at the corners of her mouth, her cherry lips parting slightly to reveal fine lower teeth: "It is indeed like that, but the risk-to-reward ratio of such academic reports is too small; it's easy to lose face."

Luo Tingzhu tilted her head to look at Fang Ziye while walking forward, detouring around a stool midway, twisting her upper body; her whole bearing instantly gained a few degrees of enchantment: "Senior Brother, before you submit, you still need to discuss it properly with Teacher Yuan."

Since the conference set up a Youth Forum and agreed to Doctoral Students' attendance, there are naturally precedents.

Top-tier Doctoral Students, in the early stage, will choose this method to make a name for themselves within the province, raising their professional standing and academic standing to a certain extent.

But the difficulty is very high.

Originally Luo Tingzhu wanted to say that when the time comes we can pool our efforts, but Luo Tingzhu thought of how Fang Ziye didn't even let her review his grant proposals before, so she was too embarrassed to say it.

"What Senior Brother Fang wants to strive for is probably not just the National Scholarship during the Doctoral Student stage, right? But rather benchmarking against the Hospital's Talent Introduction Plan?" At this moment Luo Tingzhu had both hands thrust into her White Coat pockets.

For some reason, when a male doctor does this, it makes the whole person look awkward, but when a female doctor thrusts her hands into her White Coat, it has a different charm.

This might also be another kind of gender advantage.

"People must have dreams. That Song Yi before — the one from Kyoto University Third Hospital, the brother preparing to come to our Hospital for his Doctorate — told me that now every provincial capital's housing prices, except for the neighboring province's Sha City which is relatively friendly, are all very high in all provincial capitals."

"Someone from a humble background like me can't afford it, so I can only consider reducing some burden through a lump-sum Settlement Fee at recruitment."

"I looked through a bit……"

As the saying goes, tell one lie and you need many lies to patch it up, or use many legitimate reasons to fill the gaps, circling around to divert the previous topic.

The reason Fang Ziye is keen on collecting experimental result images and participating is not a collecting habit, but a knowledge-point habit.

This point cannot be explained to everyone; let them misunderstand it as a collecting habit then.

"Mm, that's true, but during work, unless professional operations are especially proficient, wanting to use it as a bonus item is extremely difficult."

"On the National Surgery Management Platform, to match surgical procedures with high-quality papers requires very high proficiency and surgical grade. Therefore during recruitment, most people's professional ability isn't very strong, so the proportion isn't high."

"A city-level routine Orthopedics Academic Conference academic report can award 0.5 points, a provincial specialty annual conference can award 1 point of Impact Factor; if you can give a small academic report at the National Orthopedics Annual Conference, you can get 3 points; if you can successfully submit to a world-class forum, you can directly get 5 points, and they can accumulate."

"But every kind of submission is very difficult; actually doing experiments and publishing papers is still more reliable." Luo Tingzhu analyzed for Fang Ziye in slightly meticulous detail.

"But Senior Brother, actually instead of considering these, better to honestly win more scholarships, and paper publication money, or competition prize money — those would be even more." Luo Tingzhu said this while sitting in her seat.

Fang Ziye turned his head slightly, looking at Luo Tingzhu.

But Luo Tingzhu kept it secret for the time being.

Not until Fang Ziye had packed his Backpack and Computer, and Luo Tingzhu had likewise packed her Double Shoulder Backpack, large Canvas Bag, and Snack Chest Pack hanging on her chest, and they had descended to the front of the Laboratory Building, did Luo Tingzhu ask again: "Senior Brother, do you know that the First Prize of the Academic Scholarship and the National Scholarship actually do not overlap?"

Luo Tingzhu then asked, "Senior Brother, do you know that the First Prize of the Academic Scholarship and the National Scholarship actually don't overlap?"

This point Fang Ziye really hadn't paid attention to; when he was a Master's Student, all he could get was the Academic Scholarship, barely enough to offset tuition; what National Scholarship?

To tell the truth, whether at Tianjin Medical University or Han City University during his Master's Student period, Fang Ziye never got it, mainly because his paper count wasn't enough and he didn't hold positions in student associations.

Luo Tingzhu said: "The Five-Year Program's National Scholarship seems to be eight thousand; the Eight-Year Program's National Scholarship is calculated by Graduate Student standards, about twenty thousand per year; the Academic Scholarship First Prize is ten thousand; and our School has quite a few Student Grants — as long as your grades are good, you can get quite a lot."

Luo Tingzhu said, "The Five-Year Program's National Scholarship seems to be eight thousand, the Eight-Year Program's National Scholarship is calculated according to graduate student standards, one year can have around twenty thousand, the Academic Scholarship's First Prize is ten thousand, and our school also has quite a few Student Aid Funds, as long as your grades are good, you can gain quite a lot."

Seeing Luo Tingzhu say this, Fang Ziye simply asked directly: "How much money have you saved?"

Luo Tingzhu extended a hand, made an OK gesture.

"Thirty thousand?" Fang Ziye was somewhat shocked.

Studying can actually earn money? This is the first time Fang Ziye has heard of it.

But Luo Tingzhu shook her head instead, the corners of her mouth curving up and down, as if somewhat tsundere.

"Three hundred thousand?" Fang Ziye's head and back arched in shock like a shrimp.

"About that; actually slightly less, mainly because earlier I helped participate in the National Medical Student Skills Competition National Finals, Eight-Year Program track, and the College gave quite a lot of prize money."

"And if papers are published, the School also gives a portion of rewards. Bits and pieces."

But these bits and pieces Luo Tingzhu mentioned, Fang Ziye felt were not small at all; by Luo Tingzhu's calculation method, she must earn at least sixty to seventy thousand per year to possibly save nearly three hundred thousand.

Even with Eight-Year Program tuition at five thousand, say fifteen thousand a year for relatively frugal living?

"Farewell!" Fang Ziye cupped his fists with both hands.

He couldn't count on it himself; in his third Master's year during scholarship evaluation, his papers still hadn't been published, the National Scholarship wasn't something he could touch, and just maintaining the Academic Scholarship First Prize was already the Graduate School giving face.

He himself couldn't count on it; in the Third Year of his Master's when evaluating for scholarships, his papers still hadn't been published, the National Scholarship wasn't something he could touch, being able to maintain the Academic Scholarship's First Prize was already the Graduate School giving him face.

Luo Tingzhu walked away somewhat happily, heading toward the Dormitory, occasionally hopping, plucking a leaf, playing with it in her hand; Fang Ziye walked toward the direction of his rented house.

The fork in the road for the two was at the Medical Department's Basketball Court. The right-hand side was the Graduate Student Dormitory Luo Tingzhu was going to; Fang Ziye walked into the Old Residential Area behind Zhongnan Hospital.

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Of course, Fang Ziye didn't break down just because Luo Tingzhu earned money; after returning home, he shook his head slightly and temporarily put the matter out of mind.

He checked the time — it was already past seven in the evening.

Fang Ziye sent Jie Han a message: "Tomorrow is Wednesday, Master's outpatient clinic; I have to be on duty in the department, Jie Han, remember to go accompany Master for the clinic."

"The department's beds, just leave them to me."

Jie Han made an OK gesture.

After thinking a moment, Fang Ziye added based on his own guess: "You can ask slightly fewer questions; after all, some questions, neither I nor the teacher are professionals in."

Jie Han hurriedly replied: "Senior Brother, I already know I was wrong, so tomorrow there definitely won't be many questions."

"Only in places I especially don't understand, I like to ask when I don't understand."

Jie Han sent a smiling face.

Fang Ziye sent back an OK gesture.

Sleep for an hour first; after waking up, I have to start revising the thesis. After the blind review passes, I must revise the article according to the corresponding revision comments; after revising and finalizing the manuscript, Fang Ziye still has to print his thesis, bind it into volumes, and deliver copies one by one to the orthopedics professors at major teaching hospitals in Han City.

That is, the thesis defense chairman panel Fang Ziye is about to face — each person needs at least one copy.

The easiest copy to deliver is to our hospital's Spine Surgery Chief Director, Professor Zhang. Then Provincial People's Hospital has one professor, Peking Union Medical College Hospital has two, Tongji Hospital one, Hubei Provincial Third People's Hospital one; the farthest one requires a trip to Sha City — the orthopedics professor at Xiangnan University Affiliated Third Hospital...

Of course, besides delivering his own thesis, Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing has already treated himself as a coolie.

Fang Ziye slept a bit long this time — two and a half hours passed before he woke up; seeing the time, he sprang up and even patted his own face.

He muttered in a low voice: "How did you manage to fall asleep..."

The next day.

During ward rounds, Professor Deng Yong noticed Yuan Weihong was absent and casually asked; learning Yuan Weihong had gone to sit the clinic, Professor Deng Yong said: "Oh, so now Ziye you're carrying your Master's banner?"

Fang Ziye listened with trepidation and corrected himself: "Master, I would never commit treason! ~"

A double entendre.

Do you mean I'm carrying Yuan Weihong's banner or yours?

Professor Deng Yong rolled his eyes at those words; the other senior brothers all laughed.

Professor Deng Yong said: "Ziye, you've been led astray by Yuan Weihong."

Then Professor Deng Yong led the team toward the next bed, clearly quite satisfied with Fang Ziye's answer just now.

It's all because Master, you didn't make it clear.

Just as duty started, Jin Hongzhou walked in from outside the office, circled around Fang Ziye looking left and right, then directly pulled off Fang Ziye's mask, making Fang Ziye — who was concentrating on revising medical orders — involuntarily turn his head and stand up straight.

"Zhou Ge."

Jin Hongzhou cursed in a low voice: "Fuck, the one who did the closed reduction was you? I've been so busy I forgot; last month, all the joint dislocations I sent to the department were handled by me personally. I said maybe I got the wrong person."

"Fang Ziye, Ziye. Oh, right right right." Jin Hongzhou seemed to have a nervous tic.

"Zhou Ge, you've worked hard." Fang Ziye replied.

"Send me a message; I fucking really don't remember. I face dozens of patients every day, and brothers from other departments at the same level calling me for consultations number dozens too."

"I really forgot. Don't let your treat go to waste." Jin Hongzhou joked.

"Zhou Ge, you flatter me; you must be too busy." Fang Ziye's tone carried heartache — this truly wasn't fake.

Chief Resident, big fool, scabby head, Stove God — all him.

How many things does a Chief Resident do in a day? You only need to look at the daily routine of some follow-up residents to know.

Fang Ziye just turned his head slightly, glanced at Luo Tingzhu this prospective Chief Resident hugging thick discharge records for quality control, and knew the work difficulty.

After all, after these follow-up residents finish quality control, Jin Hongzhou has to quality control again; if there are still errors, he directly scolds people — nerves constantly tense, could snap at any moment.

"Good, it's you then; later I'll send some patients your way — finally found someone to take the fall." Jin Hongzhou rubbed his hair, walking toward the office exit.

Right now, Luo Tingzhu is doing medical record quality control; Gu Yi and Yan Zhiming are verifying on-shelf records and the records and surgical records written by bed-managing doctors.

Lan Tianluo, graduate student Zhu Yunwen, Shu Lang, Gong Ziming — four people trembling on the side.

Fang Ziye's classmate Li Yuanpei pulled his mask up and said: "Brother Yan, I'm going to change dressings first; if there's a problem, just send it to me."

Li Yuanpei didn't even dare speak just now — after all, afraid Chief Resident Jin Hongzhou would target him.

The Chief Resident manages all Resident Physicians and Doctors, directly authorized by Professor Deng Yong; anyone with grievances has to swallow them first, and only if an opportunity arises can they appeal to superiors.

After all, the Chief Resident's work is this hard; superiors like Yuan Weihong and Xie Jinyuan won't go make trouble for Jin Hongzhou just because their students suffered grievances.

"Brother Gu, Zhou Ge has been looking for me?" Fang Ziye turned to ask.

"Don't know; Zhou Ge is Chief Resident, he's been stuffing patients into the department frequently lately, but who knows what he's doing?"

"But this past month, Zhou Ge's luck hasn't been good — emergency consultation surgeries almost every night."

"Brother Luo even covered a shift for him, otherwise he would have gloriously sacrificed himself at his post."

"Brother Luo said at that time his front foot was still talking with Zhou Ge, next foot he brought back a white coat, turned around, and Zhou Ge was already leaning against the wall asleep in the on-call room." Gu Yi also said it with heartache.

Quite a feeling of "this human world isn't worth it."

You say, Jin Hongzhou, PhD background, 985 for bachelor's master's PhD; after graduation, seemingly retained at Zhongnan Hospital, yet so miserable — why bother?

Wouldn't studying another major be better?

Of course, that's just thinking; actually during Jin Hongzhou's total residency period, the tempering opportunities he gets are extremely many — just so many it's a bit outrageous.

While Luo Tingzhu was reviewing records, she raised her hand and said: "Senior Brother Fang, you fix this discharge record; there's a typo."

"Ah?" Fang Ziye hurriedly dragged his stool back.

Luo Tingzhu pointed with her pen at Fang Ziye; Fang Ziye immediately cupped his hands: "I'll fix it right away."

Luo Tingzhu directly pulled out that page, pinched it in her palm, and threw it into the trash can.

Gu Yi asked curiously: "Tingzhu, Ziye hasn't made low-level errors in a long time; where did he go wrong?"

"Just a typo, a typo in the surgical record; this patient is photocopiable." Luo Tingzhu replied.

"Oh, then it needs fixing." Gu Yi continued checking on-shelf records.

At this moment, Fang Ziye's old face flushed red; this really wasn't a mistake he made on purpose. Luo Tingzhu would use the department's computer to add her own name to the quality control homepage, so the three characters "Luo Tingzhu" were directly pre-selected — even the two characters "Luo Ting" were the same.

Fang Ziye's surgical record should have stopped at "nut rotation," but it turned into "Luo Tingzhu rotates cap a few characters." Perhaps because Fang Ziye was typing blindly too fast, it became like this.

It was just a small fight, no harm done.

Before long, Gu Yi and Yan Zhiming finished reviewing the on-shelf medical records and left, letting Lan Tianluo and the others start revising the medical records.

After putting down the quality-controlled discharge medical record, Luo Tingzhu said: "Senior Brother Fang, I'll passage your cells today. When I checked the day before yesterday they'd grown seventy percent; I estimate they'll be nearly full today."

"Thanks for the hard work!" Fang Ziye gave a slight fist salute.

"I'll send you the images when the time comes." Luo Tingzhu added in a low voice, as if deliberately satisfying some preference of Fang Ziye's; Fang Ziye then pretended he wasn't blushing.

Turning his head, he asked: "Tian Luo, how was your written exam? Did you check the answers?"

Lan Tianluo turned his head, both hands continuing to type blindly, shook his head and said: "Senior Brother, I never check answers."

"Doesn't matter."

"Awesome." Fang Ziye gave Lan Tianluo a thumbs up, then after finishing revising the medical record, went to change the dressing.

But right at this time, Jin Hongzhou's feeding arrived at the department again.

(Chapter End)