Chapter 140

"Dr. Fang, did you go back this year?"

On the EMU train, Fang Ziye and Li Yuanhong sat side by side; Fang Ziye was by the aisle, Li Yuanhong by the window, and Li Yuanhong asked Fang Ziye.

Li Yuanhong's words drew quite a few people to turn their heads and look.

Although it's said that the value of a doctorate has declined somewhat these days, when people actually hear someone is a doctor, they still can't help but steal a couple of glances — either to satisfy their curiosity, or to see if this doctor is the kind of oddball rumored about.

Fang Ziye didn't look in other directions either; he had long grown used to this way Li Yuanhong and Dong Cheng addressed him — not only calling him Fang Ziye, but calling Li Yuanpei "Dr. Li" as well.

"Brother Hong, I went back for three days for the New Year this year, which counts as this year. Brother Hong, which community in Enshi do you live in?" Fang Ziye asked casually, twisting open the cap of his Dongfang Shuye Oolong Tea and taking a sip after asking.

"Me, I live quite far, not near the hospital; the commute to and from work takes a long time, but the kid has to go to school, so I have to make the trip."

"After I drop you at the hospital today, I'm heading home." Li Yuanhong explained.

"Oh, no worries, Brother Hong, you go take care of your business first." Fang Ziye hurriedly replied.

"Right, Brother Hong, our department..." Fang Ziye chatted on and off like this, just to keep the atmosphere from getting too awkward.

After asking around a bit, Fang Ziye learned that Li Yuanhong now had both a son and a daughter, making up the character for "good" — truly good fortune.

"Dr. Fang probably doesn't have a girlfriend yet, right? Are you considering someone from our hometown, or looking outside?" Li Yuanhong asked seemingly casually.

After Teacher Deng's reminder, Fang Ziye considered cautiously for three seconds: "Brother Hong, I should count as having a girlfriend now."

Li Yuanhong froze for a moment, but didn't move; his expression and eyes shifted only very slightly.

"Is it Xiao Luo? Then congratulations — talent and beauty combined. When did you two get together, and not even treat us or send wedding candy? That's not cool of you." Li Yuanhong acted like he and Fang Ziye were extremely close, using a "you're not brother enough" tone and demeanor; the previous awkwardness vanished instantly.

"Haven't had the chance; when I have time, I'll definitely send you wedding candy, Brother Hong. Right now we're not even together in the same place, so treating everyone to a meal wouldn't be appropriate." Fang Ziye explained casually.

This was the truth, and also a way to block others from trying to set him up — I came here to study, don't give me that blind-date routine.

The old Fang Ziye would never have considered this angle, but after Master Deng sought him out, Fang Ziye naturally started thinking about how to handle all these situations.

A teacher can only point you in a direction; the specific methods to solve problems still have to rely on yourself.

"That's great, Dr. Fang, you'd better not forget me then." Li Yuanhong said, smiling broadly again.

Right after, Li Yuanhong asked a bit more about where Fang Ziye's hometown was, mentioned that someone he knew was also from Ba County, but asked Fang Ziye if he'd heard of which town...

Time passed quickly; it was around twelve o'clock.

From Han City to Enshi by EMU train, whether the traditional D-train or a G-series high-speed rail, takes over four hours — there are simply too many tunnels, the mountains are high and steep, and speed can't pick up.

Fang Ziye didn't have much luggage — just one suitcase and a backpack.

Li Yuanhong had even less — only a backpack; he had to go back to Han City on Sunday.

Both were locals, speaking with the shi accent that muddles s and sh; they made quite a few unlicensed cab drivers turn around and leave, knowing these two were trouble to deal with, so they just waited for the next fare.

At the roadside, Li Yuanhong even specially helped Fang Ziye lift his suitcase into the trunk.

Immediately after, the two set off and arrived at Enshi Central Hospital.

Enshi Central Hospital is located on Wuyang Avenue in Enshi, facing Forest Park.

The place Fang Ziye rented is in a community diagonally across from it, called Hexinyuan. (Note: All addresses in this book, including Enshi, are pseudonyms and do not correspond to reality; dear readers, please be aware.)

After getting out of the car, Li Yuanhong asked: "Dr. Fang, have you found your place? If not, I can help you contact the hospital's staff dormitory."

"All set, right diagonally across."

"Brother Hong, I'll take my luggage up, go get familiar with the place first; I only looked up the relevant info online before. You go back first if you have things to do." Fang Ziye said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll call the duty doctor; it's on the sixteenth floor of the Western Medicine Department, the Trauma Diagnosis and Treatment Center." Li Yuanhong seemed a little embarrassed.

A Diagnosis and Treatment Center — generally only large teaching hospitals would take such a flashy name. Enshi Central Hospital does count as a large teaching hospital, but Zhongnan Hospital's trauma specialty is still just called Trauma Surgery; they didn't dare name it a Diagnosis and Treatment Center.

Li Yuanhong really was a bit embarrassed, but this was a decision by the hospital and orthopedics leadership, not something a small fry like him could influence.

Li Yuanhong had brought his whole family back, and hadn't been back long; Fang Ziye naturally felt bad making Li Yuanhong escort him to the department to meet people — at this hour, most people are resting.

After all, it's the weekend.

And Fang Ziye is just a student; he doesn't have enough seniority to require someone to come receive him.

Li Yuanhong just made a call, but no one answered.

This made Li Yuanhong a bit uneasy; he called again, then hurried after Fang Ziye.

"Dr. Fang, let me see you a bit further; I called and no one picked up, don't know where Zhang Jinchuan ran off to." Li Yuanhong muttered.

Fang Ziye knew Zhang Jinchuan — a doctor in Director Hong's group at the Trauma Center, recently promoted, a master's graduate from Three Gorges University, only been in the department two years, planning to sit for the attending physician intermediate professional title exam this year.

"No problem, Brother Hong, didn't you promise your kid you'd pick him up from his training class?" Fang Ziye explained.

The weekend hospital didn't seem to have too many people, but the Emergency Department was packed, with white coats going in and out non-stop, busy without end.

"Forget it, I'll have my wife go."

"Dr. Fang, you've come all the way to our Enshi, and you're going to the department alone to report in — I'm still not at ease. What if the security guards block you at the door? How embarrassing." Li Yuanhong is a local; he knows the security guards here, each one has a bit of a temper.

Worst case, they might not let Fang Ziye in, the duty doctor inside wouldn't know the situation, and they'd chase Fang Ziye out — even if Fang Ziye's temper wouldn't make him turn and leave on the spot, the matter would still be a thorn.

This time Fang Ziye came down from Zhongnan Hospital, it was specially arranged by the Old Director.

Naturally, the Old Director Li Yuanhong knows is not Li Guohua, but the Old Director of Enshi Central Hospital.

The two took the elevator up; Fang Ziye's suitcase was a bit conspicuous, but there was no help for it — he had to bring it, so it took up a fair amount of space.

Though it was a bit crowded, seeing Fang Ziye looked quite amiable and like a student, the few people who were inconvenienced smiled at him, afraid he might be nervous.

Sixteenth floor, two departments total: one side is the Trauma Diagnosis and Treatment Center, the other the Spine Diagnosis and Treatment Center.

Fang Ziye had learned from the official website that the Trauma Diagnosis and Treatment Center originated from the Minimally Invasive Spine Surgery department after the 2009 Orthopedics secondary sub-specialization, and merged with Joint Surgery and Spine Surgery in 2010.

So, Enshi Central Hospital's Trauma Diagnosis and Treatment Center is actually more accurately a hybrid of Minimally Invasive Spine Surgery and Joint Surgery, not purely Trauma Surgery.

And in Enzhou, if you want to find a better trauma surgeon, you have to go to another Grade-A Minzu University Hospital or the Grade-B Enzhou People's Hospital.

What stories lie in all this, Fang Ziye doesn't know.

But the Western Medicine Department's furnishings aren't particularly new, though they've been renovated once, not particularly old either.

After bringing Fang Ziye out of the elevator, Li Yuanhong told the security guard at the door: "Brother Lu, this is Dr. Fang, a teacher sent down from Hanzhong Nan Hospital to do teaching here; if he's ever inconvenienced and doesn't have his name badge, please look out for him."

But Brother Lu, upon seeing Li Yuanhong, froze slightly, and said: "Dr. Li, you're back?"

"Oh my, you're back just in time — the department's practically blown up today."

"Don't know what happened, a rollover on the highway, nobody died but there's a whole pile of fracture and dislocation patients, Director Zhang and Director Hong, even Old Director Qiu, they've all gone to the Emergency Department already, you go quick."

After Lu Ge finished speaking, he looked at Fang Ziye and said, "Doctor Fang, can you go help too?"

Lu Ge was in his forties or fifties; after speaking he earnestly committed Fang Ziye's appearance to memory.

Han City University Affiliated Zhongnan Hospital — he knew of it. This was Han City University Medical Department's Enshi Clinical College, he'd heard it so many times his ears had grown calluses.

A PhD in a hospital was also a rarity, and Director Zhang Mingcan of the department dreamed of having a PhD come work in the department…

Fang Ziye didn't reply, just looked at Li Yuanhong.

Li Yuanhong's expression was exceptionally conflicted; actually, he was a visiting scholar, his file was out of town, not among the on-duty staff. He'd finally gotten a month's leave swapped with someone to come home and visit family, yet still got pressed into service by the department — from his family's perspective, Li Yuanhong felt he shouldn't have come.

But since he'd run into it, Li Yuanhong couldn't just leave.

"Come on, Little Fang, I'll take you to the rest room to sit a while, then I'll change into work clothes, you just stay put. Your practice location isn't at our hospital."

"A mass casualty emergency like this — no deaths is a good thing, but the volume of injured patients is high, accidents are bound to happen…" Li Yuanhong led Fang Ziye inside, while Lu Ge guarded the door even more strictly, as if watching for anyone trying to force their way in.

The two went straight to the nurse station.

The nurse station was swamped beyond measure — not only were all seats occupied, but even the rectangular reception counter of the nurse station was lined end to end, packed with stretchers and wheelchairs.

The scene looked somewhat chaotic.

Inside, only one white coat was being bombarded by a crowd, then he suddenly roared, "Stop the noise, does noise solve anything? First come first served, absolute order, I'm one person I can only see them one by one, who here isn't in pain!"

Seeing this, Li Yuanhong very maturely didn't linger, instead leaving first to put on a white coat.

When there are lots of people, work clothes are the first identity marker!

Reaching the rest room, Li Yuanhong immediately put on his white coat, there was also a mask he didn't know when had been opened, he didn't care, just put it on and headed out.

On his way out he instructed: "Ziye, you rest here, if fifteen minutes from now we still haven't returned, you go back first."

"Department matters, temporarily no need for you to handle."

Fang Ziye nodded.

Hospitals have hospital rules and procedures, but Fang Ziye still explained: "Hong Ge, my last few days not going to the OR, that's because I changed my practice location, so I can't practice in Zhongnan Hospital's department, including medical orders — they're all written by my fellow trainees."

"My current practice location is right here, if there's anything you can call me to help."

For the sake of farming knowledge points, Fang Ziye was very invested; having come to Enshi Central Hospital, with its huge patient volume, how could Fang Ziye let procedures delay his time?

Speaking of this, Fang Ziye even got an acquaintance to help; just yesterday afternoon, through his own platform, Fang Ziye saw his application for temporary practice location transfer had already passed — currently his practice location, on the Practicing Physician Management System interface, had been transferred to Enshi Central Hospital.

Just his green booklet hasn't been stamped yet.

But that's fine, can stamp it later, as long as the backend shows it, a supplementary stamp takes minutes.

"No worries, if anything I'll call you, you rest first." Li Yuanhong quickly joined the fray.

Fang Ziye then sat down, and tossed his double-shoulder backpack onto the bed.

Sent a message to Luo Tingzhu, who still hadn't slept and was still burning the midnight oil in the lab at dawn: "Just got to the hospital, just reached the department, ran into a major car accident, seems no one's lost vital signs for now, but quite a few injured."

Fang Ziye didn't use the word "die," phrasing it slightly more tactfully.

But Luo Tingzhu didn't reply immediately, only after two minutes sneakily replied: "Ah? Like those scenes in TV dramas? I'm doing an experiment, wait till I get back then we'll chat."

Luo Tingzhu probably heard the WeChat notification, then mid-way tore off her gloves and sent Fang Ziye a voice message reply.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye didn't disturb her further. He patiently opened the hospital's official website and started reading.

Enshi Central Hospital, orthopedics-related specialties had three: Spine Surgery, Joint Surgery, and Trauma Surgery, each with a flashy-sounding treatment center name tacked on.

Spine Surgery and Joint Surgery were highly specialized specialties, while Trauma Surgery was a mixed department — all disease types present.

After all, everyone in Enshi knew that this place's Trauma Surgery, in treating fractures, had certain shortcomings, not as good as Minzu University Hospital and People's Hospital, so they wouldn't come here for treatment.

If they wanted the specialty trauma center treatment, this department's patient volume would probably be pitifully low.

Precisely because of this, they needed to fill Trauma Surgery's capability gaps, through targeted assistance, targeted exchange, targeted support and other methods, apply for doctors from superior hospitals to come build this place's reputation.

While Fang Ziye was pondering carefully, a young man ran in, looking rushed, and upon entering immediately started changing into a white coat there.

But while buttoning up, he took a good look and discovered Fang Ziye this stranger, no mask or cap, just sitting openly on the bed.

With slight surprise and wariness he asked: "Who are you? Family members can't enter the doctors' rest room."

Fang Ziye stood up first: "Hello, bro, I'm Fang Ziye, from Zhongnan Hospital coming here to learn, I'm with Doctor Li Yuanhong, Yuanhong Ge told me to rest here."

Fang Ziye deliberately emphasized Li Yuanhong's name.

"Oh, you're Doctor Fang. Hello hello." The young man's tone relaxed, then he hurriedly smiled.

"I'm a standardized resident here, recently I've heard Industry Brother your name many times already."

"Guo Yunlei, Guo from Guo Jing, Yun from cloud, three stones Lei. I'm here to help with admissions and hospitalization procedures." He deliberately introduced himself.

"Fang from four directions, Ye from studies."

"If it's handling admissions, can I help? Good chance to familiarize myself with the patients and atmosphere here." Fang Ziye actively proposed.

Admitting patients counts as being on duty, and also knowledge points.

Unexpectedly, Guo Yunlei waved his hand: "No need no need, you're the one Director Zhang specially invited to do experiments, how would I dare let you do work in the department."

"I should be able to handle it alone, other brothers are coming over soon."

"Doctor Fang you rest first." Guo Yunlei finished speaking and ran out.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's face darkened.

I'm here to do experiments for Director Zhang? Who the fuck said that? How come I don't even know about it?

Could it be Professor Li Guohua didn't explain clearly?

If I'm doing experiments, why the fuck would I run to Enshi to do them, am I crazy?

But Guo Yunlei had already run off, Li Yuanhong was busy, and with patients piled up outside, Fang Ziye couldn't go chase after him to ask.

Still, Fang Ziye kept pondering this matter.

After considering for over ten minutes, Fang Ziye smiled faintly and said.

"Working for someone else doing experiments — that's impossible. Giving a little guidance is fine, but if you really want me to stay in the lab directly, then if we fall out, we fall out!" Fang Ziye shook his head.

Before he came, he had specifically said goodbye to Professor Li in the training room, and Professor Li's instruction to Fang Ziye was to study his specialty well, strive for it, and enter the core competitiveness segment of trauma surgery as early as possible.

That is, currently the hottest surgical technique in trauma surgery and the frontier of clinical exploration — osteotomy correction — to help Zhongnan Hospital expand its territory and make the voice belonging to Fang Ziye and Zhongnan Hospital heard.

Immediately after, several young people came one after another.

They were all like Guo Yunlei before, temporarily called over.

Looking at it this way, it seemed the department's manpower was sufficient, and there really was no place for Fang Ziye to help.

Moreover, the other directors were probably all busy, and seeing that Luo Tingzhu had also finished the experiment, Fang Ziye simply pushed his suitcase and left first.

He originally wanted to come familiarize himself with the department's patients, but if the environment doesn't allow it, then he'll come tomorrow or Monday a bit earlier.

It just so happens that Fang Ziye can also handle the article portion.

In writing articles, Fang Ziye is responsible for data registration — that is, converting the visualization data processed by Lan Tianluo into rigorous text.

The workload is also not small, and it is also the part that most trains descriptive ability.

(Chapter End)