Chapter 115

After Luo Tingzhu got a correspondingly bad result from searching for Time Management Master on her own last time, she decided it was better to use search engines a little less and just ask directly instead.

Asking wasn't a big problem; a bottle of cells falling in the culture dish didn't matter much, it was just that after the tumor cell culture medium spilled on the ground, the handling procedure was slightly more tedious.

But fortunately they were tumor cells, not special microorganisms, and wouldn't spread through the air.

Therefore, as long as the area was restricted first, then double-layer sterile examination gloves were put on, then absorbent paper was used to temporarily contain the water stains on the ground, then alcohol and 84 were used to disinfect in sequence, then it was reported to the senior brother in the laboratory responsible for safety management, who would at most shine a UV light on it at the time, letting the tumor cells on the ground thoroughly denature...

After a round of cleaning up, Luo Tingzhu only then looked at Fang Ziye with some apology.

But Fang Ziye still had other operations to do on his end, so he said: "Do the experiment first, handling it like this here should be about enough, I just checked the laboratory's safety regulations."

……

The next day, January 23rd.

That was the third morning after Fang Ziye's defense ended; Fang Ziye naturally still had to come to the department to report in.

Fang Ziye was currently already Teacher Deng's doctoral student, an ironclad fact; his presence in the group was long since not what it used to be. It was only because Fang Ziye had explained his subsequent research plans and arrangements to Teacher Deng with reason and evidence that Teacher Deng was willing to let Fang Ziye leave from under his eyelids; otherwise he wouldn't have borne to.

Even with the report, he would still occasionally mutter during surgery things like "Ziye hasn't come again"!

This already belonged to the beloved disciple level.

According to Yuan Weihong's estimate, relayed to Fang Ziye, currently in the group, besides Luo Tingzhu occupying the gender advantage of the only female disciple, Fang Ziye belonged to the one Teacher Deng loved most among all the students in this batch.

As for why it had to be "besides Luo Tingzhu", Fang Ziye had also inquired about this point.

The reason Luo Tingzhu was able to persuade Teacher Deng, besides her own ability and talent, there was another reason.

To tell the truth, even an uncle of Yuan Weihong's age looked at Luo Tingzhu and found her quite pitiable; Teacher Deng, being a person of about the same age as Luo Tingzhu's father, after knowing about Luo Tingzhu's previous experience in Internal Medicine, not running off to Internal Medicine to slap the table and scold was already good enough, let alone throwing her back into Internal Medicine?

Where is there such treatment of students? The student suffered harassment and they just let the matter drop.

In Surgery, at least in Orthopedics, or at least in the Trauma Surgery where Deng Yong was, there was no such thing.

Therefore, on this point, Fang Ziye wasn't jealous at all.

Fang Ziye had few things to do, so he tried to yield the computer, and taking advantage of the gap, after registering the postoperative check results for the only bed he was in charge of, he hurried early to the new patient's bedside to ask the medical history, do the physical examination, and look clearly at all the films he could read.

So that during ward rounds he would have a clear idea in his heart, letting superiors understand that he was only half-detached, not completely absent from clinical work, and that he knew everything about the patients he was in charge of clinically like the back of his hand.

Holding the notebook, silently memorizing the patient's diagnosis and brief medical history again, just as he walked into the doctor's office, Yuan Weihong happened to walk over.

He looked at Fang Ziye, coughed once, conveniently plucked a dark blue fountain pen from Fang Ziye's chest, and with a face full of auntie-smile hummed: "Hm?"

Fang Ziye tilted his head, then nodded first: "Hm!"

Only then did he start to reply: "Master, the remaining money in the funding book, I'll just take it and spend it first; the hospital's funding should arrive in the account in mid-February. It's equivalent to an advance withdrawal; anyway, it's settled at mid-year."

Just giving a heads-up.

Whether experimental reagents or experimental consumables, unless it's a pitifully small-volume company, none would demand immediate settlement. And companies that demand immediate settlement also can't get into Zhongnan Hospital's laboratory.

You make it this troublesome, I'd rather not have yours, and not want to run a reimbursement for you every time I buy something.

"Hm, good, no problem."

"Done very well."

"Besides you, Jie Han's basic operations have also started to become standard and proper." Yuan Weihong said this.

Fang Ziye understood; he estimated that Jie Han had finally reached full marks on the 20 proficiency points of Level 1 skill, finally arriving at Level 2. This speed was standard and proper, slightly faster than Fang Ziye.

But what awaited Jie Han was the 50 proficiency points beating of Level 2 skill; he'd have his hands full.

"That's a good thing, Master!"

"Fellow Trainee should be relatively excellent in professional operations in this cohort, right?" Fang Ziye asked.

Yuan Weihong said: "Currently temporarily ranked top three in the entire Orthopedics, so my pressure as your Master is very high; I still have to find someone to argue and argue Lan Tianluo back."

Yuan Weihong touched his hairline again, faintly feeling it had receded a bit more.

No way; Yuan Weihong got a late bloomer, and added one with combined written exam and re-examination scores ranking first overall; now in a non-own-recruitment academic year, specially requesting Lan Tianluo by name also required paying a lot of price.

Yuan Weihong and Xie Jinyuan took turns recruiting students, mainly because the department's Master's quotas were few; even after expansion, they were still far from enough for the number of supervisors, so they could only alternate like this.

"Master, then the result?" Fang Ziye showed a little concern.

March was the time for the Master's re-examination; if there was still no conclusion now, Yuan Weihong could only be a runner-up this year.

"I'll delay rural rotation by one year, delay promotion by one year, and give the opportunity to Hu Baiyu of Hand Surgery!"

"For the next two years, Master's quotas have no share of mine." Yuan Weihong pressed his right thumb against his temple, clearly quite distressed.

The price paid for one student was too great.

Promotion of professional title was related to income.

Anyone, as long as they live in this world, just an ordinary working-class family, cannot escape this vulgar topic of income.

Fang Ziye didn't know what to say for a moment, but Yuan Weihong only mentioned it in passing, walked into the office, then took the already reviewed medical record book and signed his name on the medical record front page.

The medical record front page generally all have the Director and Attending Physician columns.

Yuan Weihong, Xie Jinyuan, Qin Geluo all needed case volume to promote professional titles, so the beds each of them was in charge of were actually slightly subdivided, just not put on the surface; whoever it belonged to was whoever's, if there was a special disease type need, swap one.

Anyway it needed years of accumulation, not a day's work.

During ward rounds, Teacher Deng still pulled Fang Ziye out, found a disease type not under Fang Ziye's charge, and had Fang Ziye recite all the classifications of the corresponding fracture and the corresponding surgical indications.

This belonged to relatively basic Orthopedics content, and was also content that Master's stage Trauma Surgery Master's students must master; this had no difficulty for Fang Ziye.

"Hm, not bad, didn't drop the clinical side, but still need to read more books. No highlights; for example, this humeral head fracture, there are still two classification methods, you just didn't supplement them."

"The AO classification is for convenient communication; some other classifications are for convenient treatment..." Teacher Deng praised Fang Ziye a bit, then gave a stick.

Fang Ziye hurriedly took notes; this attitude was so honest.

A group of people all laughed.

No one pointed out that actually, Teacher Deng's requirements for Fang Ziye were all slightly higher than for other doctoral students; mastering classifications that guide treatment, was this really content a doctoral student needs to master?

No, it's intermediate professional title; for example, Yuan Weihong's level, content that needs to be especially proficiently mastered.

But who would, under Teacher Deng's such spoon-feeding, go explain the truth to Fang Ziye? Isn't that asking for a beating?

However, at this time, Luo Tingzhu and the others were also hurriedly taking notes one by one, for convenient future learning and notes.

……

Time flows like water; although it was merely a single day, it passed in a flash.

But in the department, a tiny little variable appeared.

Sun Shaoqing left.

Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing, in his capacity as a graduate, formally departed Zhongnan Hospital; if nothing unexpected happens, this departure of his means he is off to find a place where his job is settled.

At most he might come back later just to pick up his graduation certificate and degree certificate; from now on, the department will no longer have that person who, since August of last year, had effectively become the current senior-most senior brother in Deng Yong's group, calling the shots.

In the training room, there will also no longer be that figure — the most senior doctoral senior brother — diligently striving in bitter cultivation.

Perhaps, for a very long period of time, the words "Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing" will not appear by Fang Ziye's ear.

This kind of scene, the Fang Ziye of the past felt was fine; everyone has to graduate, everyone has to go find a job, right?

But, as his identity shifted, Fang Ziye actually also felt a slight sense of urgency; he himself is a doctoral student now, he also has to graduate with a doctorate, and staying at the hospital is still far from a certainty — at least in Trauma Surgery, it is far from a certainty.

Moreover, there are many ways to stay at the hospital: ordinary contracts, ordinary establishment quotas, and high talent introduction fees...

This change is not merely appearing on Fang Ziye; Fang Ziye also discovered that ever since Senior Brother Sun left, Wang Yuanqi and Big Brother Gu, the two of them, in an instant also grew a great deal.

Even though they are not yet PhD Year 3, still about half a year short, they already effectively resemble the way Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing looked when he had just become the PhD Year 3 senior-most senior brother, directing comings and goings in the department.

The two of them are currently the heads of the group's accompanying chief residents; they need to set a good example and handle the quasi-chief-resident management work well.

Previously, surgery arrangements were all coordinated by Sun Shaoqing, Qin Geluo, and Yuan Weihong; but now it is the two of them slowly learning through trial and error — besides having to practice professional operations in the training room, they also have to keep good records of patient surgery arrangements.

Additionally, they still have to do experiments in the laboratory, preparing for graduation, staying at the hospital, and job hunting.

Extremely busy.

But being busy makes a person grow quite a lot.

At the same time, leaving together with Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing was also Fang Ziye's classmate Li Yuanpei.

Li Yuanpei went to a private tutoring class once again.

He felt his progress was too small, so he wanted to learn a bit more, to repay Teacher Deng's care for him; naturally, he also wanted to learn more, striving and preparing for his own future.

Teacher Deng certainly does not need Li Yuanpei to display the things he learned with great fanfare in the department.

……

In the laboratory, Fang Ziye was reconciling the revision comments on the meta-analysis he had submitted for the first time, while on the other side he was waiting for the blue-light irradiation disinfection of the cell operation bench to finish.

By this time it was already approaching noon; Fang Ziye finished typing a few words, glanced at the time, then glanced at the takeout, wondering why Luo Tingzhu still hadn't come — if she didn't come, he would just eat first himself.

Just as he checked the time and it reached 12:47, the elevator door outside the laboratory's fingerprint password glass door opened, and two people walked out from inside — one carrying a backpack plus the ever-unchanging snack chest pack.

Beside him was another young man, wearing glasses, refined and gentle in manner, looking to be between twenty and thirty years old, his height slightly taller than Fang Ziye by a tiny bit!

He was carrying a casual zip square backpack; when he turned sideways, Fang Ziye noticed the logo printed on it was Armani.

Although Fang Ziye, who isn't very sensitive to luxury brands, still knew this is a famous brand that reads "Ni Ma A" backwards, estimating the price at over ten times his own Nike backpack.

Through the relatively thick glass door, the young man outside's voice went from inaudible at first to gradually clear as Luo Tingzhu used her fingerprint to unlock the password lock and the sliding doors gradually opened: "Junior Sister, your lab's scale is not bad? Is it a provincial key lab?"

Luo Tingzhu's expression at this moment was slightly "amiable" and forced: "Yes, Senior Brother Liu! This is my Master's laboratory."

"My seat is over here."

Seeing the visitor, Fang Ziye's gaze flicked lightly; he swallowed back the words "Junior Sister, your takeout's here" that had reached his lips, merely lifted his head and swept a glance at the two, then smiled, and continued devoting himself to the revision of the third subsection in the data presentation section.

"Senior Brother, you just rest here for a bit; I haven't eaten yet, I'll go prepare the experimental operation bench first — by the time I finish eating it'll be about ready." Luo Tingzhu pulled out a chair beside her.

This spot is temporarily Jie Han's seat, but today Jie Han is not in the laboratory.

"You're eating this at noon?" The person called Senior Brother Liu glanced at Luo Tingzhu's takeout and asked.

"I ordered it in advance, just making do casually; in the lab we generally don't stand on ceremony. I'll go heat up the operation reagents first..." After giving Senior Brother Liu this instruction, Luo Tingzhu went to fetch her own white coat in the laboratory.

After getting the white coat, Luo Tingzhu put her operation reagents and such into the constant-temperature water bath.

Reagents just taken from the refrigerator have a low temperature, unsuitable for direct operation.

After doing this, Luo Tingzhu only then took off her gloves and mask again, put down the white coat, and carried her takeout toward the outside of the laboratory.

Generally, if eating in the laboratory, it's done in the corridor; you can't leave too strong a smell in the laboratory.

Only, by this time Senior Brother Liu had already noticed that Luo Tingzhu's takeout packaging box was the same style as Fang Ziye's who had gone out to eat earlier, so he asked again: "Tingzhu, the one who was just sitting there — that's the Fang Ziye you mentioned who's very proficient at experiments, right?"

"Mm." Luo Tingzhu nodded.

"Senior Brother, you rest first; I'll come back after I eat." Luo Tingzhu held her lunch box, gave a bashful smile, then turned and walked out, her pretty face full of helplessness.

Exiting the laboratory door, the elevator was on the left, the stairwell passage on the right; pushing the door open, Luo Tingzhu saw Fang Ziye was already outside, and had even spread out that pale purple seat cushion she sits on.

Fang Ziye was squatting at the window-side spot by the stairwell turn, eating with gusto.

Luo Tingzhu climbed the steps and said: "Senior Brother, yesterday I asked this Senior Brother Liu — if miRNA wants to overexpress to silence mRNA, what vector would be more suitable — and he directly said he'd come teach me to do experiments."

"He called me several times today, and Senior Brother Liu's laboratory is just upstairs."

"Mm, no problem; having someone come help teach experiments is a good thing." Fang Ziye was quite calm about it.

Luo Tingzhu is originally diligent and inquisitive, seeking advice from others — whether asking a senior brother, a teacher, or even asking a fellow trainee some questions — she never finds it shameful; on the contrary, it deserves praise.

Luo Tingzhu opened the top layer of her lunch box packaging, sat alongside Fang Ziye, and continued: "I said our lab's senior brother can operate, he just needs to tell me which vector he used; but he said our Orthopedics Department's basic experimental techniques might not be up to par."

"Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing previously all asked him to do experiments."

Fang Ziye tilted his head slightly, cheeks bulging as he chewed, and did not reply.

Seeing Fang Ziye had no major expression change, Luo Tingzhu continued: "Senior Brother Fang, when I operate later, can you operate next to me?"

"I feel like always bringing outsiders into the lab, letting other teachers see, looks bad; and it's also not good to directly refuse him."

Fang Ziye swallowed the food in his mouth and asked: "You want me to help chase him away?"

"Not chase away, but make Senior Brother Liu realize there's actually no need to come to our lab to teach. Is that okay?" Luo Tingzhu was slightly nervous.

Many times when she asked if it was okay, usually only very few times would she get an affirmative reply.

Fang Ziye pondered for a moment, then said: "I'll do my best."

Fang Ziye also had no certainty; after all, this is a senior brother who could even get Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing to invite him to help with experiments — just how good his experimental operation skills are, no one can say for sure.

Fang Ziye's current Level 3 Basic Cell Operation Technique, with less than 100 Proficiency, isn't considered top-tier in this Laboratory, nor can it be said to absolutely make him retreat at the sight of difficulty.

But Fang Ziye still silently put all his Knowledge Points into Basic Cell Experiment Technique, and the two hundred Knowledge Points accumulated over the past few days were cleared out at once.

Basic Cell Experiment Operation Technique only reached Level 3 311/500!

"Senior Brother, having this intention is enough; Senior Brother Sun is actually a relatively excellent Senior Brother too, I just don't want to always disturb you, so I didn't ask about everything. Things I can solve by checking Literature myself, or answers I can also obtain by asking others, I'll find a way myself."

Luo Tingzhu explained this with her feet together, then used a spoon to scoop the first bite of meat from the Barbecue Rice, mixed with Chili Pepper, and chewed slowly.

(Chapter End)