Chapter 150: Monthly Salary Seven Thousand Like Being Among Immortals (Seeking Subscription)

Setting aside the unfavorable one-sided speculative impression, Fang Ziye carefully sized up Zhang Mingcan in the Director's Office, and still felt that Zhang Mingcan was shrouded in an indescribable charm.

Big bald head, big face, mainly very wide cheekbones, his face seemingly covered in TV static-like pockmarks.

Not handsome in the slightest, the whole person was quite mature, and carried an inherent authority of a superior.

After he prepared the tea for Fang Ziye, he said: "Dr. Fang, it's not any good tea, just mountain tea locally produced on the mountains back home; at any rate it can help drive the economy there a bit."

"It's from my hometown."

Fang Ziye hurriedly accepted with both hands: "Director Zhang, you can call me Ziye or Xiao Fang."

"Where is Director Zhang's hometown?"

"Feng County, Li Town. The location is rather remote. Ziye, you wouldn't necessarily know it." Zhang Mingcan changed his form of address.

Although Fang Ziye was a Doctor, he also didn't deliberately flatter, but rather scanned him up and down with a gaze of observation and appreciation, without any aggressiveness.

"I've heard of it, it should border Hunan Province. But I've never been there."

"The taste is alright, the tea I usually drink at home is also ordinary mountain tea." Fang Ziye took a sip, then set the tea on the table, his thoughts in turmoil.

To tell the truth, Fang Ziye didn't have much experience interacting with an unfamiliar superior like this.

Even when he first arrived at the Hospital, he knew there was a Master he could relatively trust, so he just followed along.

The experience of rushing alone to a unit without any guide, Fang Ziye didn't have it, so he was slightly nervous.

"As long as you can get used to drinking it."

"The matter of you coming to our Department, Ziye, was settled between Professor Li Guohua and our Department's Old Director Qiu; Old Director Qiu only told me about this situation a month ago."

"At that time Li Yuanhong happened to come to Zhongnan Hospital for further study, so I had him discreetly inquire a bit. To tell the truth, I actually don't have any experience receiving a counterpart-exchange Doctor either, and didn't know how to handle it."

"But, since Xiao Fang you chose our Enshi, you must harbor more or less hometown sentiment; to put it in somewhat official terms, I must thank you for having this thought." This sentence from Zhang Mingcan was quite official.

Fang Ziye turned a bit red; the reason he chose this way actually didn't consider contributing to his hometown at all, it was purely to improve himself.

"Director Zhang, you flatter me."

"Of course, we're not putting high hats on each other either."

"Let's speak frankly."

"Whether in Eastern Han or anywhere else, pursuing a future has never been a shameful thing. And we also hope you young people can rush toward your futures; just, we also hope young people like you can be a little nostalgic."

"When the time comes that you go farther, whether our Enshi people go out for further study or other resources, they will also become relatively abundant."

"There's an old saying: a capable son runs far, a son of average ability guards the home; that's roughly the meaning. I'm not morally kidnapping anyone. I sincerely hope our Enshi can produce more talents." Zhang Mingcan laid it all out at once.

Naturally, he also widened his own path in one go.

The moment Fang Ziye looked at Zhang Mingcan, he slightly understood why Zhang Mingcan would be in this Director position; perhaps, this height of his, he himself still couldn't reach.

Faced with such flattering words, Fang Ziye didn't know how to respond, so he simply smiled in silence.

"It's like this, Dr. Fang, since you've come, I still need to lay out some words more openly."

"Fundamentally, interpersonal interaction is actually a kind of resource exchange. Of course, our Hospital's platform definitely cannot compare to your current Zhongnan Hospital, Dr. Fang."

"Just, perhaps what we need is for Dr. Fang to give us some guidance, while our Hospital happens to have a bit of resources that Dr. Fang currently needs."

"In other words, to be practical, our Group is indeed just starting development, and may need Xiao Fang you to lead the way a bit, to get some of the most basic things started..." Zhang Mingcan spoke very directly.

And with a bit of helplessness.

Enshi Central Hospital is also a Han City University-affiliated Hospital; some students wanting to study for a Master's here need to get into Han City University's medical recruitment line to enter and study.

Scores not low, but this score still cannot enjoy resources equivalent to Zhongnan and Provincial People's Hospital.

Limited capability is certain, limited resources are also certain.

But still have to rush forward.

Zhang Mingcan very much hoped the Department could recruit some Doctors, hoping to at least guide Orthopedics onto a relatively standardized discipline path balancing research and clinical work, equivalent to superficial formalization first.

Just the opportunity isn't enough yet, let Fang Ziye help a bit.

To tell the truth, Zhang Mingcan saying this, even if not baring his heart and soul, at least spoke to Fang Ziye's heart.

Being used, Fang Ziye also wasn't completely unable to accept, but it had to be particular about how to use.

If it's exchange, Fang Ziye felt it was feasible.

To want progress, one must seek learning and teaching.

"Director Zhang, regarding research projects and basic experiments, I might only have some experience in operations, but what you just said, hoping I can give you guidance on a direction for in-depth research on a project."

"That's still overestimating me." Fang Ziye also spoke directly.

Giving direction is impossible; the direction you have to find yourselves. My Master's School doesn't have many project directions; every direction is our Group's future research funding, I can't give you the results of my own efforts.

However, if you need some preliminary research, you find the direction yourselves, and let me help guide the basic experiments for the preliminary research, that's no problem.

Teaching a man to fish is better than giving him a fish.

Give you the direction, you just follow it, then next time when you change direction, what will you do? And Fang Ziye also couldn't be that generous.

Perhaps Zhang Mingcan also didn't expect Fang Ziye to be this straightforward: "Xiao Fang, no matter, definitely we'll find the direction ourselves, you just help take a look."

"Mainly, my several students, right now they're just running around chaotically, getting money and wasting it, fundamentally don't know how to proceed."

"What they got are city-level projects, mainly city-level project funding; here we can't even give it away, no one dares take it, can only force it onto me..."

Zhang Mingcan told Fang Ziye words that made him want to hit someone.

If it weren't for Zhang Mingcan's face full of helplessness, Fang Ziye would have thought Zhang Mingcan was humblebragging.

Whether it was him or Luo Tingzhu, for the sake of funding, they had struggled for a long time, dreamed of getting it.

But at Zhang Mingcan's place, the Municipal Health Commission and research-related departments shoved funding at you, and you still don't want it.

Of course, this practice also showed on the surface that in prefecture-level city hospitals, the projects done are basically freeloading projects; truly involving basic fields, everyone honestly avoids them.

Just afraid of getting a project but unable to complete it.

Also understandable.

"Don't know what direction Director Zhang's projects are in?" Fang Ziye asked.

Zhang Mingcan said, "No direction, and no fixed direction either — both are fine. Whatever kind of basic experiment, it's all fine."

Zhang Mingcan's face was dark.

Although he had never done basic research, as a master's supervisor and a department director in a prefecture-level city hospital, he had served on many master's thesis defense committees as chairman.

He also knew that his current statement was a bit ridiculous.

Don't think having no direction means you can just freestyle — that's a good thing. An unprompted essay is the hardest to write.

One look and you can tell he has no research foundation; otherwise he would just pick a direction and cultivate it deeply.

Fang Ziye's mouth corner twitched for a while, but in the end he still didn't speak.

This matter was temporarily considered settled here.

Immediately after, Zhang Mingcan also discussed the compensation issue with Fang Ziye.

"Little Fang, according to reason, for a targeted exchange doctoral group like yours, our hospital and our department should give a certain subsidy."

"Of course, our hospital and department have limited capacity, so the money given to you won't be much. Basically the daily subsidy might be around 133, which is about 4,000 a month."

"It can only mean this — our hospital doesn't have many research achievements, so the corresponding funding is limited." Zhang Mingcan was a bit embarrassed.

Four thousand yuan to send off a doctor — it really is a bit cheap.

But for Fang Ziye, it was a very considerable income.

"Director Zhang, you're joking. I'm still in my study period — whatever I can get is good. As long as it can reduce the family burden a bit, that's fine." Fang Ziye was secretly startled.

A prefecture-level city hospital is quite generous in this regard.

Zhongnan Hospital gave him only 2,000, and another 1,000 was a school subsidy.

During the study period, being able to get this much money every month routinely — what's there to be unsatisfied about?

After settling the more sensitive issue, Zhang Mingcan then asked curiously, "I heard Xue Tao say, Doctor Fang, your basic operations are extremely good — can't even be described as just solid?"

Yesterday, Fang Ziye cooperated with Xue Tao on a closed reduction, which stunned Xue Tao, so Xue Tao also reported it to Zhang Mingcan.

Being valued by Xue Tao is not easy.

"Director Zhang, this is definitely Director Xue overpraising. I can only say I have a bit of foundation and want to improve in this direction. After all, most of our work as doctors ultimately has to land in clinical practice." Fang Ziye smiled, modestly.

"Anyway, Director Wu agreed wholeheartedly and is very much looking forward to you joining his group."

"But let me say this in advance — I also appreciate you very much, Little Fang. The reason I'm arranging you to go to Director Wu's group right now is that his group is short-handed. Next month, I'll bring you over to my side." Zhang Mingcan was clearly leaving himself an out.

Wanting to tailor the dish to the guest — if Fang Ziye's operational skills really were commendable, he wouldn't mind negotiating more with Fang Ziye. If Fang Ziye was the type with high eyes but low hands, then let him be properly trained by Director Wu.

Who made Wu Guo Nan a newly promoted attending physician, the only one he could "bully"?

Fang Ziye saw through Zhang Mingcan's plan but didn't expose it, thanked him, and then chatted casually.

Zhang Mingcan naturally also asked Fang Ziye if he had a partner, whether Enshi had nice girls, that kind of question. Fang Ziye answered each one, then asked Zhang Mingcan about the department's common disease types.

Fang Ziye became a bit worried.

To tell the truth, this trauma center is too damn central — all kinds of messy stuff.

Enshi Central Hospital's trauma surgery is not Enzhou's strong department; it's relatively weaker than Minzu University Hospital and even Provincial People's Hospital's trauma surgery.

Fractures, sports medicine, spine, minimally invasive — they all do it, all of it.

Even occasionally because patient volume isn't enough, they cut nerve sheath tumors, subcutaneous cysts...

Fang Ziye was speechless, only feeling that at least the challenge here is very strong, requiring quite broad knowledge to survive, but it's not particularly conducive to specialty capability development.

Of course, Director Zhang also said that because the Central Hospital's trauma surgery is currently applying for a provincial key specialty, Hubei Provincial People's Hospital — that is, Zhongnan Hospital's brother unit — trauma surgery's Doctor Shen is doing targeted support here.

Generally speaking, those who can be called support are senior attending physicians and above from superior hospitals.

Targeted exchange and learning are what students like Fang Ziye can use as a title.

But then, just like visiting doctors miss home, Doctor Shen Tao also misses home, so at month-end he went home to accompany his child.

That's understandable.

Then Zhang Mingcan took Fang Ziye out to gather with the department's people.

Fang Ziye naturally ended up in Director Wu Guo Nan's group.

Wu Guo Nan is currently an attending physician, around 45 years old, thin build, puffy eye circles, pigmentation.

About 10 cm shorter than Fang Ziye, around 1.65 meters tall, looking exceptionally capable. He was also very enthusiastic about Zhang Mingcan's arrangement.

Smiling, he said, "Then Director Zhang, Doctor Fang, I'll take him first."

"Taking Doctor Fang is a small matter, but eating together tonight — don't forget. I'll ask Director Qiu if he's attending. Originally Director Qiu agreed, but yesterday he twisted his wrist, might not be convenient." Zhang Mingcan instructed Wu Guo Nan not to get Fang Ziye drunk at noon, to leave some opportunity for the evening.

"I guarantee I'll bring Doctor Fang." Wu Guo Nan said with a smile.

At the same time, another person called Director Hong, older in age, sat very low-key in the corner, not speaking.

Until Zhang Mingcan said to start ward rounds, and he had already applied to the hospital for a few more operating rooms, Director Hong then smiled at Fang Ziye and led the team to ward rounds.

Director Zhang's group and Director Hong's group are all acquaintances, so no need for mutual introductions.

But at this time Fang Ziye learned that Director Wu's group — the headcount is really few. Just him leading Deputy Director Xue Tao, plus a Wang Zhongxing, and a standardized residency trainee rotating from another department.

Even Deputy Director Xue Tao currently still personally participates in managing patients, writing medical records, issuing medical orders — such trivial matters.

This is a challenge Fang Ziye finds hard to imagine.

At Zhongnan Hospital, even the chief resident doesn't personally write medical records, but at Enshi Central Hospital, a deputy director like Xue Tao still has to rotate shifts. What kind of bitter life is this?

Fortunately I haven't fallen into such a circle; otherwise the next few decades might be pitch dark.

The rotating trainee is General Surgery junior resident Huang Yunxiao, second year of standardized training this year, not tall, around 1.65 meters, very thin, currently full of bitterness, looking at Fang Ziye with envy in his eyes.

After mutual introductions, Fang Ziye proactively suggested, "Director Xue, Doctor Wang, let me take some beds too. I just checked — our group's PI seems to have 34 beds."

Including Xue Tao, that's three people — over a dozen beds per person.

To tell the truth, this workload really is large.

Special period — Fang Ziye couldn't put on airs.

Moreover, managing beds has knowledge points — making this suggestion, Fang Ziye felt no problem.

Huang Yunxiao's eyes instantly lit up.

Xue Tao, on the other hand, looked at Director Wu Guo Nan — whether Fang Ziye would manage beds or not, whether it was suitable or not, that required Director Wu Guo Nan to speak up.

"Director Wu, I can do it. After all, there are quite a few beds now, and we're all one team. Just divide them up for me casually."

"I'm here to learn, so of course I have to manage beds." For the sake of Knowledge Points, and with a proposal that was reasonable and expected, Fang Ziye wouldn't be embarrassed. Even if it made him seem a bit 'noble yet hypocritical,' he didn't care.

As long as the first impression isn't too bad, that's fine.

Everyone is a Surgeon; no one else stood on ceremony either. They casually assigned Fang Ziye eight easy-to-manage beds, consecutive ones within the Department, and then began the Ward Round.

Fang Ziye just followed behind Director Wu.

During the earlier Ward Round, Director Wu had a bit of an intention to mentor Fang Ziye, as if letting Fang Ziye demonstrate his own Capability.

However, with the pressure of thirty-plus beds at his side, Fang Ziye just said very low-key: "Director Wu, this Patient's Diagnosis is already very clear. You and Director Xue have pretty much said everything that needed to be said. I've taken all the notes, and there's nothing to add."

Just do things honestly first, speak less, show off less — you won't lose a piece of Meat.

Although Fang Ziye knew he could add something, there was no need. This doesn't affect the Patient's treatment and Prognosis at all; it's purely showing off one's Knowledge depth.

Facing a massive Task Volume, still spending time to show off — only an Idiot would do that kind of thing.

Seeing Fang Ziye being low-key and down-to-earth, and doing things Meticulously, everyone's Goodwill toward him instantly skyrocketed. This was far better than that previous Doctor who came to the Department — not like him, every other sentence: "I saw it in a Literature."

"I also saw it in a Review..."

Thirty-plus beds, only two Patients who just had Emergency Surgery, two Patients are Preoperative Postoperative, and the remaining three Patients and Family Members are all screaming asking exactly when they can have Surgery?

Asked until Fang Ziye's ear roots faintly ached, let alone Wu Guo Nan.

"Complete the Medical Records and Medical Orders first, be a bit more Meticulous."

"Xue Tao, you personally guide Ziye. Medical Record System, Medical Order System, and Film Reading System. Then pull Ziye into the small Group Chat." After finishing the Ward Round, Wu Guo Nan instructed thus.

Then he added: "The Group has quite a few Patients. I need to find someone to come help. Let that old Doctor come help handle some Patients who might be managed without Surgery, Reduce a bit of Workload."

Xue Tao understood Director Wu's meaning and immediately agreed.

Wu Guo Nan then said: "Ziye, if there's anything you don't understand, ask in the Group Chat. I'm not that old. I use WeChat, Chat, these things — generally I'll Reply Timely. Okay."

"Okay, thank you, Director Wu." Fang Ziye held his Notebook, nodding in thanks.

This is a Work Atmosphere he likes. It feels like the Human Touch in here is slightly richer than in Zhongnan Hospital by A Little Bit.

Or maybe it's because there are too few people, so for now no particularly inhuman places have been seen.

Fang Ziye then immediately rushed to the Office, planning to Repair Medical Orders and such, but unexpectedly, the Office was already packed with people.

But then, Xue Tao directly brought Fang Ziye to the Deputy Chief Physician Office, saying: "No problem, Little Fang. I'll take you to the Deputy Chief Physician Office. There are three Computers there. Kai Ye collapsed from exhaustion last night. Currently it's exclusively mine alone."

"Ah?"

(Chapter End)