Chapter 149: Information Discrepancy (Seeking Subscription)

"For real? This competitive?" Fang Ziye looked at the schedule planning table Luo Tingzhu sent over, his scalp tingling faintly.

After all, in Fang Ziye's mind, everything printed out was the four words "happy education"; he simply couldn't imagine that a medical doctor overseas could have schedule planning this competitive.

Wake up at six, start ward rounds, then start surgeries around six-forty, surgeries running until four in the afternoon, after which came the experimental process planning starting at four-forty.

Continuing straight until around midnight to one in the morning, then having to get up again at five-thirty to go on ward rounds.

"That's right. When I first got here, I was stunned too."

"Including a senior sister who's studied abroad for four years, in the Internal Medicine department, her schedule planning is also packed full."

"Of course there are also those lying flat achieving nothing, with no pressure at all; they just aren't within the range I've observed."

"Senior Brother, I've also wormed my way into a department here, following a professor; I have to go to his outpatient clinic today. Estimated there'll be a huge amount of data to look up……" Luo Tingzhu replied like this.

"Go on, and mind your rest too." Fang Ziye replied, gaze turning to the ceiling, slightly suspecting life.

Then Fang Ziye couldn't sit still; he hurriedly showered, then opened his computer, started searching literature, and began writing paper-related stuff.

This one paper, he had to strive to submit by June at the latest; the manuscript had to be finished by late April, leaving about two months for submission and revision; the workload was also enormous.

After all, this article, Fang Ziye had mulled it over properly; counting cited literature together, the page count might not be less than sixty pages, possibly even as many as eighty pages……

If done by a single person, just the writing workload alone would take over half a year; only with team collaboration in their group could it possibly be finished within two months.

Articles aren't that easy to publish.

However, in that novel Lan Tianluo recommended to him before, Fang Ziye often saw manuscripts going from completion to publication in one month, and with very high impact factors.

Looks very satisfying, but think carefully and it doesn't seem that satisfying anymore.

Until 12:30 in the early morning, Fang Ziye waited for Luo Tingzhu's message about eating lunch: "Senior Brother, why aren't you asleep yet? I've already started eating lunch."

"Huh???" Fang Ziye sent several question marks.

"You forgot, there was a literature download plugin before, you used my account." Luo Tingzhu replied.

"....." Fang Ziye sent a few dots, immediately replying: "Sleeping right now."

"What are you planning to eat for lunch?"

"The Chinese restaurant is too far, can't be bothered to run over; probably just pizza. But the pizza here tastes pretty good." Luo Tingzhu said.

"I'll rest first, talk again tomorrow morning."

"Oh, wait, then it should be evening for you." Fang Ziye said.

"Okay, Senior Brother. Right now I can only squeeze out two hours a day max to write the group's internal article, but in three to five days at most, the first draft should be done." Luo Tingzhu briefed Fang Ziye.

Then added: "Senior Brother, you can also assign me a bit more tasks."

"You just focus on doing your experiments well; out there, funding is ample, so you should produce more, strive to snag a paper of fifteen-plus or even twenty-plus points back; if you can leverage the professor's name and land a twenty-plus point paper solo, then this year's effort will be entirely worth it." Fang Ziye encouraged.

Actually, being able to produce one major paper in a year is already very strong.

Fang Ziye himself, with such good operations, half a year of group collaboration, could only produce one twenty-plus point paper; where would such an easy thing come from.

"Works too."

"I'm dual-running right now……" Luo Tingzhu sent a snickering expression, then said with a hint of playfulness.

"The little partners in my lab were all stunned, but when I told them you can quad-run, their eyes looked like they were seeing a monster, insisting I introduce you to them."

"Really? Then are you going to introduce? Are they as good-looking as you?" Fang Ziye felt the vibe was right, so he teased this line.

Luo Tingzhu sent several blushing expressions, no text attached.

Then sent a photo of a pizza being gnawed on, looked like it tasted pretty good.

Fang Ziye didn't reply further; he just flopped down and fell asleep.

The next day.

Time finally flipped past March.

Taking advantage of waking early, and it being a weekend, Fang Ziye went downstairs first, ran a loop; by the time he finished roughly five kilometers and returned to wash up, Fang Ziye was already dripping with sweat.

He hadn't run for over two years; mainly clinical work was too tiring, research pressure too great, couldn't squeeze out time at all; only now that he'd come to Enshi Central Hospital did Fang Ziye feel he could pick up the running habit again.

But, the five kilometers that used to be very easy to run, now Fang Ziye actually felt slightly strenuous.

Shower, blow-dry hair; by the time it was seven o'clock, Fang Ziye went downstairs first, bought two steamed buns and a cup of soy milk, figuring he'd hurry to the department, best to meet a few directors and get familiar faces.

Fang Ziye had been to the Trauma Center, so he found his way to the department door easily.

Just looking at the department now, extra beds were already nearly full.

The nurse station had no patients waiting, but there were quite a few family members asking questions.

Some extra beds were added temporarily; never mind cabinets, there weren't even charger sockets; some patients and family members' phones ran out of battery, asking how to solve it; others had luggage with nowhere to put it.

The on-duty nurses explained one by one; and one nurse also added: "This really isn't our hospital deliberately making things difficult for you; we don't use power strips here, not only can you not use them, we don't use them either."

"Once a fire or short circuit happens in the hospital due to improper use of power strips, none of us can bear that responsibility."

"Think about it: if the monitors and oxygen in the ICU stop, whose responsibility would you say that is?"

"Right? Understand a bit."

"The doctor's office has plenty of sockets; you can go over there to charge after shift handover ends."

"I know it's tough too, but our department temporarily added so many beds precisely to make it convenient for you; I haven't rested a single minute up to now."

"Coming, coming right away……" The nurse spoke while the call bell rang; she replied to the other end like this.

After such a major emergency influx, not only doctors get tired, nurses get even more tired. The only difference in tiredness might be: doctors' heads hurt, nurses' feet hurt.

Under such circumstances, patients retained for hospitalization, the surgery difficulty is generally not small; whether patients' problems can be solved well is the problem doctors should suffer over; and how to sequence surgeries also needs careful consideration, solving problems bit by bit.

After Fang Ziye walked into the ward, Brother Lu, who had been dozing, caught up from behind.

"Hey, young man."

"Oh, Doctor Fang ah."

"Nothing nothing." Brother Lu was still very dedicated; he wasn't at the door just now because he went to fetch water; catching up, seeing it was Fang Ziye, he hurriedly waved his hand saying it was nothing.

"Brother Lu, good morning."

"You too. I was wondering who had barged in. Yesterday and today, the patients' family members in the department have nearly crowded the place out; at five in the morning, after much coaxing, we only managed to get some of the companions to go rest." Lu Brother explained.

With more patients, companions must be controlled.

Otherwise, in a single department, with extra beds totaling over eighty beds, two or three companions per bed means over three hundred people — they could raise the roof.

Therefore departments generally have rules: one companion per patient, both parents for children, only extremely special patients may have three companions.

They can take shifts.

Fang Ziye walked into the doctors' office; because it was still early, there weren't many white coats inside — only three people sprawled on the table sound asleep, the heater cranked to max.

Someone's phone WeChat kept buzzing occasionally, yet none of them woke.

Fang Ziye carefully sized them up and discovered one of the sleepers was yesterday's duty doctor Zhang Jinchuan, Chuan Brother, but he didn't disturb him either.

He wanted to slip into the rest room, find a white coat to put on, then go to the computer to check all the department's patients.

However, just as he pushed the door open, he saw the on-call room's left and right bunk beds packed tight with people.

The reason it's "packed" is because each upper bunk spanned two people, one at each end, wrapped in blankets.

The lower bunk brothers were worse off — three abreast per bed, feet planted on the floor.

Cigarette butts piled on the floor, the stench choking.

One brother was missing a shoe, his sock exposed; mixed with the smoke smell, Fang Ziye suspected life itself right then, hurriedly grabbed a white coat and fled back to the office...

Then he opened the computer and examined the department's patient load.

One glance and Fang Ziye's heart tightened slightly.

Patients under Trauma Surgery's charge numbered ninety-one; the department itself held eighty — extra beds and double extra beds all full.

Another eleven were borrowing beds downstairs in Urology, but labeled as Orthopedics extra beds.

Moreover, through the medical order system, it was clearly visible: only seven postoperative patients.

Meaning, after clearing out all suitable postoperative patients from the department, the occupancy rate had exploded full again.

Eighty-four new admissions, eighty-four patients awaiting surgery.

Dense rows of boxes — each a summary of a patient's entire condition — Fang Ziye found the sight a bit staggering.

After careful scanning, he found closed fractures predominated; additionally, four surgical patients were open fracture debridement plus external fixator fixation done just yesterday.

Closed fractures predominated.

"This TM is less than a hundred injured, I'll go to his mother's." Fang Ziye cursed inwardly.

He'd read the news this morning and already felt the data was unreliable; now seeing this volume, this is unreliability's mother opening the door for unreliability.

These matters, Fang Ziye couldn't be bothered with — he's just a doctor.

Fang Ziye didn't know which group he might end up in; wherever there are patients he'll see them, counts as learning too.

Only, Fang Ziye didn't expect that roughly an hour later, a stern middle-aged man walked in from outside the office.

"My white coat — did you put it on?" He looked at Fang Ziye, found him unfamiliar, and asked just like that.

The middle-aged man looked about fifty, face a bit large but build not fat, whole person burly and powerful, bald head, flat stomach, 1.8 meters tall.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye hurriedly took off the white coat, glanced at it: "You are? This white coat has no name."

"Who are you?" Hearing Fang Ziye ask that, the middle-aged man's brow instantly tightened, eyes full of warning, walking toward Fang Ziye while questioning.

Fang Ziye heard and immediately placed the man.

"Director Zhang, sorry, I'm Fang Ziye!" Fang Ziye hurriedly straightened the white coat.

The middle-aged man heard, expression easing slightly.

Big fierce strides, the momentum of thinking Fang Ziye was looking for trouble withdrawn; stopping his pace, he hurriedly beamed: "I said, how could an ordinary person take my white coat? I thought you came to make trouble!"

"So it's Doctor Fang."

Fang Ziye smiling, handed over the white coat: "Director Zhang, sorry, I didn't know your white coat had no name written."

"No problem no problem! I should've thought of it."

Zhang Mingcan put on the white coat while turning sideways: "Doctor Fang, why so early? I thought you wouldn't come to the department until after nine at earliest."

"I was thinking I'd take you to the lab later."

"Speaking of, you came yesterday too; we failed to host properly — we should've properly welcomed you, Doctor Fang." Zhang Mingcan beamed, slightly guilty.

Fang Ziye heard, heart sinking but face unchanged: "Director Zhang, you're too polite. Yesterday everyone was busy, I saw it all."

"About the lab, Director Zhang, I don't think it's urgent. Compared to the lab, I personally prefer clinical work more." Fang Ziye didn't directly refuse.

Under suitable circumstances, going to the lab to give guidance or do small experiments, Fang Ziye finds acceptable; but this trip to Enshi Central Hospital, the main job is still clinical.

Zhang Mingcan heard, slightly stunned: "Li Yuanhong falsified the report; in a bit I'll go deal with him."

"He told me you like research, do full-time research in the department; I thought Doctor Fang you only liked doing experiments in the lab."

"I also just happened to take on some tasks; it's just the students below have difficulty advancing tasks; comparatively, I also like clinical work."

Okay, Fang Ziye didn't doubt Zhang Mingcan's words.

Because in Li Yuanhong's view, he finishes rounds and runs off every day — that could've caused the misunderstanding.

And Zhang Mingcan's passion for clinical work isn't something that can be faked.

"Director Zhang, I thought I misunderstood, or Professor Li Guohua conveyed it wrong." Fang Ziye added a bit of weight for himself.

I came here although I have a request, but Director Zhang you mustn't forget, the connections I walked aren't something you can casually manipulate.

Zhang Mingcan heard, pointed at Fang Ziye, brow tightening: "Doctor Fang you're not thick-skinned/kind, we're fellow townsmen, you're our Enshi's outstanding talent; once you go out you use the old professor to pressure us."

"Not thick-skinned, this not thick-skinned."

This one sentence made Fang Ziye thoroughly understand what Professor Deng Yong's praise of Zhang Mingcan really meant.

Ability aside, just this EQ and adaptability — there's plenty for me to learn.

Since I misunderstood first, Fang Ziye hurriedly accompanied with a smile: "Director Zhang, you may have misunderstood, misunderstood me. I didn't mean that."

Zhang Mingcan heard, sat beside Fang Ziye, explaining: "In a bit I'll have the Head Nurse get you a white coat; you wear 180 medium, enough right?"

"Our hospital's procedure is for the Head Nurse to collect supplies; previously, your size wasn't seen, but she can be back by morning."

"Director Zhang, no need for such trouble; the Head Nurse just signs, and I'll go down to the warehouse to collect." Fang Ziye's procedure for collecting white coats at Zhongnan Hospital was the Head Nurse signing, him going to the warehouse to get them, and it going through departmental expense reimbursement, without him paying out of pocket.

This counts as a work tool.

"Hey, it's no big deal; our hospital all operates this way; the Head Nurse is the department's Housekeeper; money and supplies must pass through her hands before we're at ease."

"And after you sign and collect the white coat, these few months you won't be able to find her to replenish."

"Forget it; if it's really lost or can't be found, I'll get you another one then." Zhang Mingcan thought Fang Ziye wanted to get a few extra pieces.

White coats can be bought online, and can have custom labels and logos, and aren't very expensive.

However, after Zhang Mingcan mentioned it casually, he then said: "Doctor Fang, it's like this; if you're here and in the clinical side, you might have to go to Wu Guonan Director's Group."

"This absolutely isn't that I'm unwilling to have you in our group; it's that our department currently has the fewest people in Director Wu's group. Although I'm the Director, I can't be too much of a One-Man Show."

"And right now the brothers following me have been with me since my Deputy Chief Physician days; I can't just throw them out. Temporarily arranged like this; if you're willing to come over later, I'll adjust again in May."

"Our department's Director Wu is also the Department Deputy Director." Zhang Mingcan's words were magnanimous, leaving Fang Ziye unable to refuse.

"Alright, Director Zhang, I'll just follow the arrangement." Fang Ziye had no temper, knowing his and Zhang Mingcan's levels were completely not on the same tier.

"Mm, of course; Director Wu's side has no laboratory; currently in the department, only I bring Graduate Students, so on the research side, we still have to follow someone like you."

Fang Ziye's expression stiffened slightly: "Director Zhang, you praising me this much is a bit of a Kill by Praise; I still have many places to learn; we learn from each other."

Zhang Mingcan absolutely was not the narrow-minded person he imagined. It was just that Li Yuanhong didn't understand him enough, so the meaning conveyed about Zhang Mingcan was mistaken.

As Zhang Mingcan spoke, he glanced at the other few people, and ultimately still decided not to speak in the ward.

"Doctor Fang, let's go together to my office for a sip of tea."

"Yesterday everyone was exhausted, all resting; it's also the weekend, so let them sleep a bit more. Sigh, no way." Zhang Mingcan looked at the few young people lying prone and sighed.

Fang Ziye knew what Zhang Mingcan wanted to chat with him about was definitely regarding treatment/benefits.

This Doctor's Rural Rotation Counterpart Exchange, the school would subsidize a part, the hospital would also subsidize a part; the target hospital and department certainly wouldn't be stingy.

(Chapter End)