Chapter 155

IQ determines to a certain extent the height a person can reach in their profession, while EQ generally determines how far a person can advance in their profession — this is the base area a person can achieve.

And if the overall volume is to be improved as well, opportunity, fortuitous encounters, and accumulation are a topic for another level.

Fang Ziye was not excessively modest, but neither did he have any intention of hogging the limelight.

His capability has been displayed, others have seen it, so it's best to quit while he's ahead; otherwise, if he does all these reductions himself with a crack-crack-crack, wouldn't Huang Haitao's trip here have been just to play second fiddle, to be the green leaf to his red flower?

A Deputy Chief Physician, letting a little Doctor like you keep playing the foil — how much more thick-skinned can you get?

The closed reductions performed by Huang Haitao with Wu Guo Nan and Xue Tao were naturally not reductions that violated contraindications by jumping several levels, but rather ones that jumped just a tiny bit.

Just a tiny jump — this is the exclusive prerogative of a Deputy Chief Physician.

Generally, the Health Commission relaxes surgical authorization a bit for Deputy Chief Physicians.

Xue Tao and Wu Guo Nan aren't completely without skill either; both can do it, but in terms of proficiency, Xue Tao is probably just under 100 points at Level 3, while Director Wu Guo Nan is around Level 3, 200 points.

The cases the two couldn't handle fell to Huang Haitao, whose Closed Reduction of Fracture proficiency is near max at Level 3, to fill in.

Based on his own understanding and capability, Huang Haitao had made ample preparations before the closed reduction, so the subsequent Closed Reduction of Fracture proceeded without being quite as smooth sailing as when Fang Ziye did his closed reductions earlier.

There were minor twists, yet everything was completed in a standard, by-the-book manner.

However, when reviewing the postoperative X-ray re-examination results, Huang Haitao remarked with feeling: "Surgery really is ruled by technique after all. Director Wu, did you notice? The functional reduction achieved by Ziye's Closed Reduction of Fracture is actually the critical point of anatomical reduction."

"It's just not as absolutely anatomically precise as open reduction. But whether it's lateral displacement or anterior-posterior displacement, none exceeds 3mm — an effect many open reductions fail to achieve."

This is no exaggeration.

Functional reduction merely means the standard is more flexible than anatomical reduction; not all open reductions achieve anatomical reduction either — professionals all understand this, they just don't tear each other down to a certain extent.

And fracture treatment doesn't actually require absolute 100% anatomical reduction; achieving it is certainly good, but fracture healing has plasticity.

Wu Guo Nan's small puffy eyes narrowed, looking rather smug: "Director Huang, Ziye's technique is really not bad. If only he could break through the inertial thinking constrained by theory like you, Director Huang."

Huang Haitao's expression was pensive: "He will. Capability is the prerequisite for breaking cognition; even without me, Ziye would slowly break through eventually, just without a more systematic guide."

"But it's fine. Later have Little Fang come to my place to get a set of books, read them slowly — in a year at most, Little Fang will be a mature doctor for treating fractures."

"With Closed Reduction of Fracture good enough, whether in conservative treatment or surgical treatment, that's extremely strong." Huang Haitao's gaze at Fang Ziye, minus the shock, was full of appreciation and anticipation.

If a technique cannot be learned, cannot be taught, then it's just an operation, not a systematized technique.

If an inheritance cannot be passed down, it's a swan song, a flash in the pan, a regret.

The time was already late, approaching afternoon.

Wu Guo Nan knew that today they would clear out a batch of patients through Closed Reduction of Fracture, so he decisively moved all surgery arrangements to tomorrow.

He said: "Director Huang, you've worked hard too."

"Fortunately you came, reducing our group's patient count by a third. Also lightened our workload. I won't say more polite words — next time, it's all in the wine."

"It's near noon, let's go rest together..." Wu Guo Nan led Huang Haitao out the Operating Room door, leaving Xue Tao and Fang Ziye behind.

Thick-browed, big-nosed Xue Tao, after both Directors left, hurriedly stuck his head out, then decisively shut the door.

Turning back, he finally revealed a shocked expression: "Holy shit, Ziye, you're too fucking awesome, aren't you?"

"Did you notice Director Huang's expression just now? Do you know what Director Huang represents in our Enshi Trauma Surgery?"

"What else can he represent? He represents a god, right?" Fang Ziye washed his hands while taking off his gloves, dropping a meme line.

Xue Tao chickened out at that — he didn't dare pin that label on Huang Haitao, or Huang Haitao would beat him if he heard.

"Not quite a god, but definitely the peak of closed reduction and fracture treatment in our Enzhou."

"Mainly because Director Huang's inheritance is good — studied under Old Chinese Doctor Chen, joined Minzu University Hospital, and whether surgical technique or fame, both climbed steadily. Now in Minzu University Hospital's Trauma Surgery, though not a Ward Director, his status is even higher than a Ward Director's." Xue Tao was truly shaken.

Yesterday he only knew Fang Ziye's Closed Reduction of Fracture was very good, very brilliant — probably in Zhongnan Hospital, irrigated by a group of Professors until his proficiency was very good.

"Our hospital's counterpart support Doctor Shen, in Closed Reduction of Fracture, all lost to Huang Haitao." Xue Tao added.

Doctor Shen is a senior Attending in the Provincial People's Hospital, age equivalent to Fang Ziye's Master, belongs to the category needing to come down for grassroots experience before promotion to Deputy Chief Physician.

However, whether his Master specifically has Level 4 Closed Reduction of Fracture, Fang Ziye doesn't know, and he can't judge; but Fang Ziye knows his Master definitely has several Level 4 surgical skills, otherwise he wouldn't have been specially approved by Professor Deng Yong to perform high-end techniques like Bone Transport Surgery.

Actually it's understandable.

Yang Wenzheng of Hand Surgery, slightly younger than his Master, his Hand Surgery key basic operation Suturing Technique proficiency is near Level 3, 300-400.

His Master's talent might be slightly better than Yang Wenzheng's, so having a few Level 4 Trauma Surgery key basic operations is fairly routine — just Closed Reduction of Fracture is hard to comment on.

The two commercially mutually flattered each other for a while; Xue Tao wanted to ask if there were any tricks to Closed Reduction of Fracture, for instance that difficult-to-understand Closed Reduction of Fracture just now — any knacks?

Fang Ziye was even more clueless than Xue Tao: "Brother Tao, if only there were. No one has ever told me this."

Xue Tao thought so too — Zhongnan Hospital rarely admits pure fracture cases, doesn't particularly emphasize this aspect.

Otherwise, Fang Ziye would have been irrigated by Professors into maturity long ago.

Not knowing doesn't matter, take it slow; instead it's less freakish, an all-knowing all-capable Fang Ziye would be more down-to-earth.

"Come come come, go get a Xiao Kuai Le." Xue Tao hooked his arm around Fang Ziye's shoulder and headed for the Corridor.

Fang Ziye said: "Brother Tao, I really don't know how..."

Xue Tao knitted his thick brows, saying earnestly: "Little Fang, if you don't smoke, you'll miss a lot of opportunities."

"The bond from smoking together is something you can't understand."

Fang Ziye still refused; he doesn't reject smoking, but he won't take the initiative either.

Xue Tao went off to find his Xiao Kuai Le, while Fang Ziye returned to the Doctor's Office to start handling discharge procedures and related matters.

The patients he currently manages, with successful Closed Reduction of Fracture and reliable re-examination results, of course should be discharged — otherwise why stay in the hospital, wasting the patient's money and bed space.

Some patients are still in other departments, also need to be transferred back to the Ward.

Patients needing surgery tomorrow need preoperative informed consent signatures, also need to check preoperative preparations, mark body surface landmarks, to avoid cutting the wrong leg during surgery...

Many things, also messy, and some Medical Records Fang Ziye hasn't completed yet.

These are all Knowledge Points; if he can incidentally push some new Medical Orders, that's another wave of Knowledge Points credited.

Can eating a Meal compare to the fragrance of Knowledge Points?

Go to hell.

Although Wu Guo Nan and Xue Tao both extended invitations, Fang Ziye still insisted on waiting until he had finished handling his patients before going to the operating room; his dinner would be eaten in the department first.

As a result, the only people left to go eat with Huang Haitao were Xue Tao and Wu Guo Nan.

This was necessary reception.

The department was indeed busy, and no one felt Fang Ziye was not giving face; on the contrary, they felt Fang Ziye had positioned his stance and attitude correctly.

A young doctor who doesn't do their job properly, thinking only of flattery and scrounging meals all day — what kind of appearance is that?

After the superiors left, Wang Zhongxing proactively gathered Fang Ziye and Huang Yunxiao together to order boxed meals.

Fang Ziye said: "Brother Xing, Yunxiao, how about I place the order?"

Once the superiors left, Wang Zhongxing immediately revealed his loud voice: "Dr. Fang, do you look down on me, not giving me face?"

This sentence was very direct, but also very lethal.

Fang Ziye silently put away his mobile phone.

"Order five dishes, four portions of rice, let's eat our fill; although it's not as good as what the directors eat, we won't shortchange ourselves either." Wang Zhongxing was very generous; although he had shaved today, he almost wrote his desire to get close to Fang Ziye on his face.

After ordering, Fang Ziye did not immediately start on informed consent signatures and writing medical records; he spent a little time clearing his knowledge point gains from the past two days, and instantly felt full of spirit.

121.2 yesterday's joint dislocation income +62 yesterday that uncle's income, 155 today two fracture closed reductions credited, 117 the last fracture's large knowledge points credited, 4.5 today's ward round medical records and orders credited knowledge points.

In less than two days' time, there's still the evening.

Current knowledge points balance: 807.8.

Originally brought over 1,200 points, adding two Level 4 skills consumed nearly 900 points, leaving only 344.1; now it's back to 800+, the next Level 4 skill will be within reach.

Fang Ziye estimated that what he could add points to was open reduction and internal fixation of fractures, a relative specialty operation in trauma surgery.

If closed reduction technique and fracture instrument-related operational experience belong to trauma surgery's specialty basic skills — entry-level skills — then open reduction and internal fixation of fractures is a specialty skill, belonging to the level generally mastered by attending physicians, even senior attending physicians.

The reason for adding points to it, Fang Ziye had also deliberated deeply.

Osteotomy correction certainly involves artificially creating fractures; it just doesn't state it directly.

If you don't know open reduction and internal fixation of fractures, no matter how good your other skills are, if you only correct but don't fix, what the hammer are you correcting?

While writing medical records, Fang Ziye discovered Luo Tingzhu had already come online, sharing some overseas experimental result images with him, and Luo Tingzhu had also used her ability to find some other result images from within the research group.

A very pure set of images, sent to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye's eyes turned green with envy at the time; he wished he could immediately fly to Los Angeles, then show off, insert himself into the research group, complete a certain workload and contribution, and pocket these knowledge points.

Just how many people are in this laboratory, to produce this much in a single day?

But even after Fang Ziye finished reading, the knowledge point increase was still 0.2!

Only the portion of experiments Luo Tingzhu did herself — because Fang Ziye had prior participation contributions — gave him meager knowledge points.

But Fang Ziye's first reaction was to think of this, and he still thanked Luo Tingzhu very happily: "Thanks for the hard work; you probably collected the results of everyone in the lab, right?"

"Senior Brother, I can only remotely re-photograph, blur key results; original data, original images, and key information all have to be hidden; don't know if you like watching."

"Love watching!" Fang Ziye replied with a wry smile.

"Heehee~" Luo Tingzhu sent a cute emoticon.

Fang Ziye then sent Luo Tingzhu the number of patients under his charge and the medical records written and printed out.

Luo Tingzhu understood at a glance, sent a thumbs-up emoticon, then sent a striving emoticon pack.

Of course, from Luo Tingzhu there were no knowledge points harvested from result images; Qian Qiaofeng and Duan Qingyun, the two of them, also did not stop contacting Fang Ziye just because he left the laboratory.

It's just that these past few days, they only contacted occasionally, generally every two to three days sending Fang Ziye a batch to satisfy his little hobby.

Knowledge points +9!

Associate Professor Hong Zili's research group's workload output is still very impressive.

With that many people, even in two or three days they can accumulate one or two workloads.

On Fang Ziye's side, he was suffering and happy simultaneously, working while gaining large amounts of knowledge points — truly smug.

……

In the evening, around 8:40, Fang Ziye just happened to finish the informed consent signatures for the two patients having surgery tomorrow, and had updated all his patients' on-shelf medical records to the latest.

Of course, Fang Ziye could complete this because the patients transferred from other departments were not under his management; they had been taken over by Xue Tao, Wang Zhongxing, and Huang Yunxiao, the three of them.

Fang Ziye didn't fight for them, nor did he show his own banner.

Only then did he stretch a lazy stretch.

Next door, Wang Zhongxing glanced uncomfortably at Fang Ziye twice and said: "Dr. Fang, your medical record writing speed is too fast, right? Even with a template I can't catch up to you?"

"Brother Xing, I also built my own template, so the speed increased a bit."

"Finally finished, I'll go back and rest first then." Fang Ziye slowly stood up like this.

Luo Tingzhu had already plunged into intense experiments; Fang Ziye still had to go back and continue finalizing his partial article writing; time had to be scraped out, very fulfilling.

Wang Zhongxing and Huang Yunxiao both nodded.

Fang Ziye had finished everything he needed to do, and the quality was high; there was no reason to continue awkwardly accompanying medical record writing.

However, right at this moment, Xue Tao rushed back to the department; although he had eaten and drunk alcohol, his own managed and supervised patients still had to be handled, medical records and informed consent signatures all had to be completed.

This is the helplessness of a prefecture-level city deputy chief physician: human relations must be cultivated, beds must be managed, on-duty shifts must be done.

Fang Ziye merely greeted Xue Tao and did not eagerly take the initiative to help.

He still had his own things to do.

Only, Fang Ziye didn't expect that Wu Guo Nan had actually returned to the department too, and just so happened to not find Fang Ziye in the office, so he headed straight for Fang Ziye who was about to take off his white coat and leave from the doctors' rest room.

"Ziye, just right, I have a little matter to find you for."

"Is it convenient?" Wu Guo Nan asked.

Fang Ziye didn't dare say it was inconvenient, although he really wanted to say: my four hours of article writing scheduled for today have already been compressed into three hours.

Thus, Fang Ziye followed Wu Guo Nan and first walked into the director's office.

First, Wu Guo Nan expressed to Fang Ziye that the people in the group had very high evaluations of Fang Ziye's performance: "Dr. Fang, I feel I must thank you; since you came, I've found Xue Tao and the others' initiative and enthusiasm have increased a lot, not dawdling like before."

Fang Ziye hurriedly waved his hand and said he dared not: "Director Wu, Tao Ge and Brother Xing and the others, they are all very hardworking."

"I asked you here today mainly to say two things, so I won't keep you in suspense."

"The first thing is you coming to my group. I don't know what kind of arrangement the department has given you, but personally I will definitely give you a little subsidy. Not much, but it's a token of sincerity."

"Originally I said two thousand, but after thinking about it, two thousand is too little. I'll give you three thousand, cash. Don't know if you'll have to pay tax on it then." Wu Guo Nan was very frank. Although his mouth was full of alcohol breath, what he said surprised Fang Ziye.

"Ah?" Fang Ziye froze for a moment. This was completely beyond his expectations.

Wu Guo Nan laughed casually again: "The second thing is I have to analyze Director Zhang's meaning for you. Director Zhang probably still hopes you'll do experiments for him. This basic point won't change."

"After all, he's said more than once to his subordinates that Doctor Fang your resume isn't thick enough. Probably at Zhongnan Hospital, you have no connections and resources, and no money, so you have no paper accumulation."

"He has money here. He can definitely arrange for you to get in and into the operating room."

"Just the methods and ways might be what you can't imagine. But if I guess, it's nothing more than using paper nominal participation to pull you in and rope you in."

"Actually these words, I originally shouldn't have told you." Wu Guo Nan finished speaking, sighed, face full of hesitation, as if he didn't know if his doing this was right or wrong.

"Ah~~~?" And this sentence then made Fang Ziye even more shocked.

The "ah" was spoken at an even slower speed.

Zhang Mingcan wants to use paper nominal participation to rope in and bestow upon himself????

Fang Ziye even found it hard to imagine that kind of scene.

Popular science: Nude Mouse Subcutaneous Tumorigenesis.

(Chapter End)