Chapter 114

Xue Cao is an academic PhD; because he does not directly interact with patients and their families, his hairstyle is quite distinctive.

A center-parted long hairstyle from the nineties, only the temples reveal the ears; even at the back, he keeps a small tuft of length.

Naturally, such an unconventional look does not seem strange, because Xue Cao's own appearance and temperament are quite good.

Xue Cao's nose is very hooked; after rubbing his eyes and tossing his hair, he stepped a few paces closer toward Fang Ziye's direction.

Fang Ziye, for his part, slowed his pace slightly: "Senior Brother Xue, morning."

Seeing at least a dozen culture dishes and around twenty culture bottles on Fang Ziye's workbench, Xue Cao felt a bit numb.

"It's not exactly early, but I was still startled when I just got up; are you planning to poke the tumor cells' nest to pieces? What experiment are you doing?" Xue Cao was promoted from an academic master's student to a doctoral student.

Therefore, in terms of experimental operation, currently in Teacher Deng's research group, aside from the other Senior Brother Xue, doctoral student Dong Wenqiang, he should be the strongest.

But this is "should"; Fang Ziye's appearance turned this "should-be Second Senior Brother" into Third Junior Brother Sha.

"I'm just planning to do flow cytometry counting, Senior Brother Xue. Do you need to reserve the workbench?" Fang Ziye had to ask clearly.

If so, have Xue Cao hurry and reserve it now; after I finish, I'll yield the position to him.

Xue Cao shook his head: "No need, no need. You do your thing."

"At this operation speed, anyone who doesn't know would think you're treating the cell experiment like clinical suturing, stitch by stitch, as if a machine's standardized operation."

"Awesome." Xue Cao complained helplessly, walking away with puzzlement.

He had to hurry and wash his face; although freshly opened gloves have nothing on them, he still felt disgusted.

Still, Xue Cao found it inconceivable: how on earth did Fang Ziye train this experimental operation? He hadn't seen Sun Shaoqing or Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi, who excel at professional operations, be particularly awesome at basic experiments either?

Fang Ziye continued his own operations, inwardly feeling a bit secretly delighted.

Actually, Senior Brother Xue Cao's shock is quite normal.

Level 3 Proficiency in Basic Experimental Technique — even among academic graduate students, very few can master it.

Just benchmarking Level 3 100/500 against a PhD graduate's proficiency — this counts as beyond ordinary people's reach, right?

And Fang Ziye's proficiency has already reached above Level 3, so Senior Brother Xue Cao's three years of master's operational foundation naturally can't compare to this cheater of his, but Senior Brother Dong Wenqiang can.

However, if Fang Ziye were willing to also knock Dong Wenqiang down, he could add points to do it, but currently there's no such necessity.

But Fang Ziye still plans to add points to raise both his basic experiment and animal experiment levels in the near future.

Fang Ziye is going to work full-time on experiments, so naturally his work focus must shift.

Sharpening the axe doesn't delay the chopping; the Knowledge Points that should be sacrificed must be sacrificed, in pursuit of greater returns.

If both these skills reach Level 4 first, then my experiment success rate will be very high — ensuring work efficiency, ensuring workload per unit time, and saving money, killing several birds with one stone.

Why not do it? Sooner or later they'll be added up anyway.

……

Around twelve o'clock, Fang Ziye finished the experimental operations half an hour early.

The expectation was around 12:40, but that much time couldn't be saved either; the fixed time for steps cannot be reduced that much.

Some culture dishes and culture bottles were placed into the cell incubator; some culture dishes and culture plates were left to sit on the shaker and react...

Fang Ziye still had time for lunch, eating casually — just a nearby fast food place, proper fast food, the kind where 13 yuan buys a fill-you-up meal.

The taste is average, but being able to eat one's fill is enough.

Afterward, around one o'clock, Fang Ziye arrived at the training room.

Glancing inside, there weren't many people; Luo Tingzhu was planning to practice Hemostasis Technique.

After a month and a bit, Luo Tingzhu's Hemostasis Technique proficiency had actually increased this much again; Fang Ziye couldn't help but marvel at how terrifying geniuses are.

If it were me, purely raising proficiency through operations?

Probably about fifteen days per point?

One hundred points would need 1,500 days — over four whole years — to be enough.

No wonder I couldn't level up before.

But with Luo Tingzhu, just a month and a bit.

Fang Ziye paused briefly, watching Luo Tingzhu's operation.

Luo Tingzhu may have also noticed Fang Ziye; during this training session, she immediately tensed up a few degrees, making three consecutive hemostasis errors, causing this practice session to fail directly.

However, Luo Tingzhu did not stop, but continued to complete all sixty hemostasis point operations.

In the end, there was still only a ninety percent accuracy rate, falling short by just a little bit.

But there weren't many onlookers today; Luo Tingzhu hadn't planned to invite people to watch her performance, so she didn't invite others — only Fang Ziye was invited by her.

Today even Jie Han and Lan Tianluo didn't come to the lab; no idea what they went off to do.

Seeing Luo Tingzhu had only two portions of practice material left, Fang Ziye proactively left the training room to help her collect four more.

This point — the training room is extremely friendly: if you feel your strength is about to rise but proficiency is still lacking, the training room can give you a few extra portions at a preferential price or even free materials.

The old professor on duty in the warehouse was Hand Surgery's Professor Zhu Weiguo; seeing Fang Ziye, he immediately said in a somewhat tsundere manner: "Won't give it; let her come collect it herself."

Though he said that, his hands were very honest — he turned back and went to count them out.

"Thank you, Professor Zhu, thank you!" Fang Ziye hurriedly nodded his thanks.

However, when Zhu Weiguo handed the items to Fang Ziye, he deliberately tapped Fang Ziye's right hand with his index finger, a face full of helpless resentment.

Almost reached out to hit him.

But in the end, he still couldn't bear to strike; he hugged his chest and turned to the side, as if saying, out of sight, out of mind.

Because in Zhu Weiguo's view, Fang Ziye is at least a genius trainee comparable to Liu Huanglong, yet he refuses to develop in Hand Surgery.

But Zhu Weiguo has no choice; now Li Guohua, Deng Yong, and even Trauma Surgery's Professor Dong Yaohui all say that in the Trauma Surgery field, Fang Ziye's current upper benchmark is directly at the Discipline Leader level of Trauma Surgery.

Not just Hubei Province — even Central China, even nationwide.

You mustn't go ruining things for me...

Zhu Weiguo's inner thoughts, Fang Ziye naturally didn't know; carrying the materials back to the workbench, he discovered that right now Luo Tingzhu was letting out a breath of relief again.

Fang Ziye looked more carefully at the completion rate of her hemostasis technique on the operating table; it had clearly already reached a 98% accuracy rate. Hemostasis technique — this Junior Sister had indeed already passed the doctoral standard.

Luo Tingzhu was a little happy, but the gaze she directed at Fang Ziye withdrew its provocation, as if waiting for Fang Ziye's evaluation.

Fang Ziye cupped his fists slightly: "Congratulations."

"Looks like I got this tofu and sesame for nothing."

The other onlooker was Xiao He, a master's student under Attending Physician Zi Xi of Professor Han Yuanxiao's group. Right now his face was full of envy: "Senior Sister, you're amazing. For me to accurately stop bleeding 18 times within one minute right now is still a bit difficult."

The hemostasis technique practice, from 10 times to 20 times, then to 40 times, each is no small hurdle.

Xiao He and Jie Han are in the same cohort; being able to reach around 18 times is already not easy. This is already approaching the Level 2 hemostasis technique standard.

"Quick eyes and fast hands — you train the hands first, then train the eyes. No rush." Luo Tingzhu looked at Xiao He, not stinting on words of guidance.

Seeing this, Fang Ziye put the materials down first, then walked to another free operating table and cleaned the tabletop once over.

Luo Tingzhu's excellence needs no extra applause from him. Her current ability is roughly on par with his own from five minutes ago, but as of now Fang Ziye already plans to pass the debridement technique as well.

So, what was previously ninety-odd proficiency points has now become one hundred and one; he estimates that after finishing the operation it will reach one hundred and ten.

But Luo Tingzhu is a little excited right now; taking advantage of the remaining practice materials, she continues to consolidate.

A small breakthrough like this — if you run into a teacher you can call them over to share the joy; if you don't, it's impossible to call a superior over to be happy, because at that time the superior would be very unhappy, and a single word in the department would suffice.

Of course, if someone can benchmark the master's graduation standard during the master's stage, or benchmark the doctoral graduation standard during the doctoral stage, then the Orthopedics Chief Director and the Orthopedics Teaching Director — you can call them both.

The last medical basic operation Fang Ziye needs to pass is the debridement technique. So, after everything was prepared, Fang Ziye went to collect the debridement technique instrument pack and the pork practice materials.

"Teacher Zhu, can you give half a catty more?" Fang Ziye continued to ask.

"What do you need so much for? Mincing it to go home and make dumplings?" Professor Zhu Weiguo asked in a crotchety old-man tone.

"Teacher Zhu, I want to see if I can get the debridement technique trained up today." Fang Ziye didn't hide it either.

Hearing this, Zhu Weiguo straightened up: "You think you can do it again?"

The reason he said "again" — Zhu Weiguo has always heard people mention Fang Ziye in that little group chat.

Mainly muttering: "That step-by-step-high from Trauma Surgery, how come he hasn't come to pass a level recently?"

Then someone said Fang Ziye has his thesis defense, no time to come to the training room for a long time; naturally his focus can't shift.

"This good fellow, defense just finished and he's back climbing again, huh?"

"About right, Professor Zhu. Before operating, no one can guarantee it, but it should be fine." Fang Ziye continued to be thick-skinned.

Asking for more material is a good thing. And this pork isn't the same as the pork you buy yourself; it needs to be pressed in the warehouse.

A few minutes later, old Professor Zhu Weiguo personally carried out three catties of pork from the warehouse, packed into six bags.

He called out: "Come come come, let me have a good look."

"You haven't come in so long, we've had no fun." Old Professor Zhu said this, then added:

"Last time I even bet Li Guohua fifty yuan. If you can take one more step forward this month, I'll treat you to breakfast."

【89】 Fang Ziye's steps stiffened, his face twitching.

Fang Ziye's footsteps stiffened, his face twitching.

You guys even bet?

And bet fifty yuan, that big?

Fang Ziye thought to himself: Why don't I just give you two old men fifty yuan each...

When Fang Ziye entered the training room again, he brought old Professor Zhu Weiguo in with him — something many people hadn't expected.

But Luo Tingzhu, while operating right now, felt a secret surge of joy inside, faintly sensing a feeling of being valued.

Maybe old Professor Zhu Weiguo also came over to look at the young people.

Only, when Zhu Weiguo passed by from the side, he didn't look at her at all. Instead, together with Fang Ziye, they arrived at Fang Ziye's operating table, and he even deliberately took a horse stance.

"Come come come, you operate, I'll record a video, so Old Li won't think I'm lying to him." Zhu Weiguo said this.

This one sentence leaked a lot of information right then.

After Luo Tingzhu finished the third piece of hemostasis technique material and met the passing requirement, she hurriedly put down the operation in her hands and turned to look.

Sure enough, she saw Zhu Weiguo carrying several large bags of pork for Fang Ziye — all debridement technique practice materials. And the basic operation skill Fang Ziye had been absent from all along was precisely the debridement technique.

Meaning?

Luo Tingzhu felt that just when she had barely caught up, a wall suddenly fell from the sky in front of her, making it seem like she could only detour, unable to advance side by side on a smooth road.

Luo Tingzhu's thoughts struggled for a moment, then suddenly dawned!

Birds soar far following the phoenix; a person's character rises when accompanying the worthy.

Perhaps only if Fang Ziye is even more excellent will she have greater motivation. Otherwise, Luo Tingzhu was planning to slack off for two days, lie in the dorm, and properly enjoy a weekend of binge-watching dramas.

This time, Luo Tingzhu plans to only binge-watch for two hours on the weekend, not a single minute more.

Including the New Year holiday!

Luo Tingzhu silently cheered herself on, not anxious at all.

She tidied the operating table a bit, put the other two practice materials to one side, and the rest into the medical waste bin.

At this time, she approached the direction of Fang Ziye and Professor Zhu Weiguo.

Right now, the crowd of onlookers all came over again...

Probably only a few minutes passed, and Fang Ziye's first debridement technique was actually a great success — something even Fang Ziye himself hadn't expected.

But maybe his condition is pretty good.

After all, 104/500 also has a fairly large success rate; it's just not as large as the 120/500 proficiency success rate!

Luo Tingzhu watched and mused silently: As expected, Senior Brother Fang's talent is higher than hers.

Especially since people in the department all say: once Fang Ziye lays down his pressure and responsibilities, just advancing in a relaxed and leisurely manner, his potential is incomparably huge.

Some people's progress needs pressure; some people's progress needs relaxation.

"You guys, watching a show? What good show is there?" Just then, a loud voice rang out.

These words made quite a few people turn their heads back.

"Senior Brother Fan!"

"Senior Brother Fan."

"……"

It was Senior Brother Fan Yantong, a second-year doctoral student in Professor Dong Yaohui's group.

At this moment, he was walking into the training room with his hands behind his back.

However, Fan Yantong hadn't enjoyed the respectful addresses of his junior brothers and sisters for long before an irritable voice rang out from the crowd: "Who are you?"

"Who let you speak? Hurry over here and help me cut your voice out of the edit." Old Professor Zhu Weiguo's somewhat annoyed voice came through.

It was already good enough that he could record video, but editing video — he wouldn't know how.

And if he were to send the video to Professor Li Guohua, having an insensible voice abruptly inserted would be unfriendly. Even if it were an unfriendly voice, it could only come from himself.

Fan Yantong immediately stumbled, his straight posture bending slightly, and said with an apologetic smile: "Teacher Zhu, okay, Teacher Zhu, sorry……"

His respect for the old professors was not something Fan Yantong dared to fake.

Although these old professors had not performed clinical surgery for a long time, that did not mean they were incapable; they simply did not operate at this hospital, but at outside hospitals they were still specially appointed experts who occasionally went down to clinical practice.

It was just that in the hospital, there was no place for them to exert themselves, and they were bored out of their minds.

Only after Fan Yantong walked closer did he realize that it was Fang Ziye's debridement technique that had screwed him over too.

Fan Yantong felt like he'd been screwed like a dog in an instant; looking at Fang Ziye's expression, his face felt faintly numb — what kind of immortal was this guy?

How had he broken through again?

Was he going to let people live or not? Fan Yantong was just thinking he might be able to show off a bit, but now what was there to show off?

Currently, among the second-year doctoral students, only Gu Yi's debridement technique had advanced a step; everyone else was still stuck on suturing technique, while Gu Yi's suturing technique progressed slowly.

As for Luo Tingzhu, Gu Yi had never even considered comparing himself to Luo Tingzhu — that was an outlier.

Unexpected?

Beyond the outlier Luo Tingzhu, another outlier had appeared — what was he supposed to do?

Honestly download a CapCut app to help Zhu Weiguo edit the video?

After the edit was done, Zhu Weiguo listened to it once, then left with satisfaction, clicking send while saying: "A bet's a bet, a bet's a bet, right? Fifty yuan — how many breakfasts is that, or how else to pay off the debt?"

"Video's here, fifty each! Don't think about welching~"

"Li Guohua! What do you mean sending me a hundred? Treating me like a beggar? Fifty is fifty. I need you to bestow it on me?" Immediately after, Zhu Weiguo's furious voice came through — he must have stepped on some sore spot.

Was he already in a bad mood?

Fang Ziye: "……"

Luo Tingzhu: "……"

……

By this point, the little farce could be considered over.

Fan Yantong wiped his sweat, standing alone silently at the operating table, enjoying his exclusive sense of accomplishment.

He didn't dare invite anyone else over to watch.

If something went wrong and he failed, and Fang Ziye gave a couple more pointers — wouldn't that be bullshit?

A person has to have some stubborn dignity.

……

In the afternoon, around two-forty, Fang Ziye left the training room early. After successfully operating several times, he gave the remaining practice materials to Luo Tingzhu and Fan Yantong.

The more practice materials the better. Fang Ziye had already completed a small-stage improvement and didn't need to waste any more materials unless it was for the next improvement; one day's materials were no big deal.

Fang Ziye went to the laboratory first.

However, when at 3:39 PM Luo Tingzhu entered the lab carrying a question and asked him, it directly caused Fang Ziye to drop the culture dish on the ground, the reagents inside spilling out.

"Senior Brother, what does 'double flying' mean? I always feel the person saying this has ill intentions." Luo Tingzhu put on her mask while tearing open her gloves.

Fang Ziye's whole person gave a start, then he hurriedly retreated a few steps and took off his white coat.

This white coat contaminated by cell culture fluid had to undergo disinfection treatment, and the floor also had to be disinfected with alcohol.

While watching Luo Tingzhu squat down to help, Fang Ziye explained: "It means you and I improving together, but this term is bad. Don't ask about it."

"Oh, okay." Luo Tingzhu was obedient, swallowing back the words "double flying in the future" that had almost reached her lips.

(Chapter End)