Chapter 165

In the evening, both Director Hong Du and Director Wu Guo Nan invited Fang Ziye to eat a meal.

However, Fang Ziye still politely declined Director Hong Du's invitation.

Although today he was in Director Hong Du's group and helped quite a bit, after all he was assigned to Director Wu Guo Nan's group, and he would be following Director Wu Guo Nan in the future, so it was still not appropriate to detach from the organization like this.

Wu Guo Nan even advised Fang Ziye to go eat with Director Hong Du, but Fang Ziye was still clear-headed about it.

Although the atmosphere in the department was very good, Director Zhang, Director Wu, and Old Director Hong Du got along very harmoniously, choosing to stay on Wu Guo Nan's side for the meal was the most suitable.

While waiting for the meal to start, Fang Ziye asked Luo Tingzhu for some competition tips on one hand.

Although Luo Tingzhu had not participated in the Orthopedics skills competition, in the medical record competition and Internal Medicine operation competition, she had won many good rankings, especially in the National Medical Student Skills Competition, where she had also achieved good results.

Moreover, the experienced Luo Tingzhu gave Fang Ziye a lot of guidance.

For example, since he was going to compete, he must first find the right group, and it was best to inquire which key competition operations the subspecialty group had; these could all be asked of the organizer in advance.

Fang Ziye didn't need to run elsewhere to ask; he asked directly on the spot.

He found that this time the Trauma Surgery Subspecialty competition items were respectively incision, suturing, debridement, hemostasis, and osteotomy — five types!

"What about the score weight distribution?"

"Senior Brother, you'd better ask clearly about the weights and score distribution; generally speaking, in Trauma Surgery, the weights of debridement and hemostasis techniques are higher than incision and suturing. In Hand Surgery, suturing and hemostasis are higher than incision and debridement techniques."

"Osteotomy belongs to professional skills; it definitely has the highest assigned points and is the biggest point-gap item." Luo Tingzhu indeed had experience.

Fang Ziye asked again.

Wu Guo Nan on Fang Ziye's left side laughed and looked at Wang Zhongxing: "Xiao Wang, this time you're a bit unlucky."

"Ziye has obviously never participated in a competition before, suddenly charging in; won't you end up not even getting a thousand yuan?"

In the group, the only one qualified to compete was the big-bearded Wang Zhongxing.

Speaking of it, Wang Zhongxing's hair growth density was truly astonishing.

In the morning he had shaved his beard clean, but now it was already a black thicket.

Naturally, there were also standardized residency trainees like Huang Yunxiao who could compete, but generally when residency trainees go to compete, they're just there to make up the numbers; perhaps in the third year of residency they might barely get a Third Prize, and that would be not bad.

After all, they face all doctors under thirty-five in the whole province.

There are no longer subdivisions like Young Physician group, graduate student and residency trainee subgroups.

"Can't help it, Director Wu; just participating is enough."

"Actually, if Xiao Fang gets prize money, I'll be the first to be convinced, and I'll even shout 666." Wang Zhongxing's tone was very high.

In his burly face, a fawning expression was mixed in.

Huang Yunxiao looked at Fang Ziye and said: "Industry Brother competing, Third Prize is guaranteed at minimum, Second Prize has a very good chance, maybe he can even snag a First Prize of 10k?"

"If he bursts out and gets a Special Prize, bringing home 50k, can't we mooch off him?"

Winning a prize, Huang Yunxiao did not expect it.

Jokes aside, Wu Guo Nan, as an attending physician of Trauma Surgery, still roughly knew the corresponding scoring coefficients.

As Luo Tingzhu predicted, the debridement technique coefficient accounted for 0.3, and osteotomy accounted for a weight of 0.5.

As for incision technique and suturing technique, during the Trauma Surgery competition they only accounted for a mere 0.1 weight.

After explaining like this, Wu Guo Nan reassured: "Xiao Fang, you don't need to worry about this; actually, the reason the osteotomy coefficient weight was raised is instead beneficial to you."

"Operations like osteotomy are basically only formally carried out by doctors after they start working, and even in teaching hospitals, only deputy chief physicians have this permission."

"Of course, those who reach deputy chief physician level probably just come to do an exchange, and won't actually compete for the prize in the end."

"It belongs to the exchange-form scoring; generally speaking, our Trauma Surgery skills competition is still more oriented toward discovering promising young people."

Fang Ziye felt he could rush for a First Prize, but there was no need to go all out for a First Prize's ten thousand yuan.

Yuan Weihong's one sentence was well said.

The three to five thousand now, you might think it's not little, but after you work five years, you might feel it's just so-so; after ten years, three to five thousand might just be a small numerical concept.

So, ability is the most critical.

"Director Wu, will there be other perks? Like opportunities for external further study, or a professor recommending entry into a private training class, things like that." Fang Ziye asked.

This was a point Fang Ziye was relatively more concerned about.

Based on the information Luo Tingzhu revealed, Fang Ziye knew that sometimes such skills competitions can provide these opportunities, which is very important.

Training classes, Fang Ziye was not unfamiliar with; his classmate Li Yuanpei was a big spender, often participating in various training classes, so his ability naturally rose rapidly; during his Master's he could concentrate more time on writing papers.

But some private training classes are not necessarily accessible just because you have money.

For example, some Academicians, or some top big shots, take a weekend to bring a few young people for a private training session.

They are all qualified young people; the teaching content and transmitted knowledge are secret arts rarely containing basic content.

If placed when Fang Ziye was still in Han City, Fang Ziye fundamentally wouldn't pay attention to this point.

But, after being fed by Dr. Wu Xuanqi and Director Hong Du, letting Fang Ziye know that when possessing ability or theory approaching the current medical ability ceiling barrier, the knowledge points obtainable are huge, Fang Ziye naturally became very interested in other operation ceilings as well.

Moreover, when operation reaches the level, theory must also be in place.

Theory guiding operation, even breaking through operation limits — this is the truly correct way to open the path of acquiring knowledge points.

"This, this year seems not to have it."

"This doesn't have it." Wu Guo Nan shook his head.

Then said: "To promise such perks, at minimum it takes figures like your teacher Professor Deng Yong, Doctor Fang; how could our Enshi possibly get such quotas?"

"Having money is not bad already."

"However, for some residency trainees, and Master's students from small hospitals, this is a good opportunity to make contact with PhD supervisors in advance."

"After all, they are young people within the province." Wu Guo Nan said this and felt he was being a bit long-winded.

The opportunity to pursue a PhD was already worthless in front of Fang Ziye; Fang Ziye was already about to enroll in a PhD program, did he still lack the opportunity to pursue a PhD?

Amidst the joking and laughing talk, the dishes also gradually came up.

However, Xue Tao at this moment, after seeing the information on his mobile phone, his complexion changed solemnly.

The whole person gave a slight start, then said: "Holy crap, Director Wu, Teacher Shen has arrived at Enshi station, asked me for the address, said he's taking a cab over to mooch a meal."

Wu Guo Nan's expression tightened slightly upon hearing this.

"When was this message? Why didn't you say so earlier?" Wu Guo Nan's tone was serious, clearly he held Shen Tao in considerable respect.

Fang Ziye, Wang Zhongxing, and the others hurriedly reined in their topic and emotions, quietly listening to the two seniors' arrangements and conversation.

Only Fang Ziye felt puzzled inside.

By rights, after Shen Tao went down to the prefecture-level city hospital, he was in the same group as Director Hong Du. According to the department's saying, if they really wanted to build Enshi Central Hospital's Trauma Surgery Center into a relatively pure trauma center.

Then only Huang Kai, Cao Zhen, and the like could step up.

The others, actually all switched careers halfway, not pure enough, so after Shen Tao came down for pairing assistance, he was pulled over by Director Hong Du.

Today Director Hong Du is also at the banquet treating everyone to a meal; lately which group in the department isn't busy?

Under such busy circumstances, which director would be unwilling to open their wallet and treat everyone to a meal?

Xue Tao also felt a bit wronged: "Director Wu, the message just came, I don't know what's going on either. If I'd known earlier it was like this, I would've driven to pick up Teacher Shen."

"Could it be that what Director Zhang said last month, that Teacher Shen Tao might switch groups this month, is true?"

Wu Guo Nan heard this, set down his chopsticks first, and said: "Then let's wait, you send the address over first!"

"Going to pick him up now definitely won't make it in time."

Finished speaking, Director Wu Guo Nan personally stood up and placed a call to Shen Tao, but the chat content wasn't let the crowd hear.

Xue Tao and the others then stared at each other in blank dismay.

Wang Zhongxing still couldn't hold back his inner doubt, asked: "Brother Tao, is Teacher Shen Tao really coming to our group? How could Director Zhang possibly persuade Director Hong Du to transfer Teacher Shen Tao over?"

If Xue Tao could see clearly, he'd probably be a director by now; he simply shook his head.

"Might have to wait until Teacher Shen Tao arrives to understand……"

……

Enshi Central Hospital isn't far from Enshi Railway Station, just about a twenty-minute drive.

Fang Ziye also went downstairs with the crowd to welcome him.

From the ride-hailing car's back seat, a person got out; at first glance, his Mediterranean was already quite sizable. Much higher than Fang Ziye's Master Yuan Weihong.

His whole face looked very festive, currently smiling broadly.

Carrying a backpack, wearing a jacket plus jeans, with a pair of sneakers on below, his mood at this moment was quite good.

After getting out, he smilingly touched his Mediterranean first, then pulled a white hat from his backpack's side pocket and put it on.

"Brother Nan, haven't seen you in several days, you're looking a bit haggard." Shen Tao called Wu Guo Nan Brother Nan, not Director Wu.

"Professor Shen, sorry about that, you should've said earlier, I'd have had Little Tao come pick you up." Wu Guo Nan reached out to shake hands.

Unexpectedly, Shen Tao said directly: "I wouldn't dare, how could this Little Tao of mine trouble Big Brother Tao to come pick me up?"

"If the Tao Clan heard that, they'd say I ruined the atmosphere. How bad would that be."

Shen Tao cracked a joke, probably because from childhood to now, he'd encountered far too many people with the same given name but different surname, and the name Tao, even in the current era, is still commonly used.

Shen Tao is about to be promoted to Deputy Chief Physician; although he's only an Associate Chief Physician, not yet an Associate Professor, people habitually call him Professor Shen Tao anyway.

Xue Tao hurriedly said he didn't dare, "Teacher Shen, don't tease me, you're Big Brother Tao, I'm Little Tao."

Xue Tao's professional rank is higher than Shen Tao's; he's an Associate Chief Physician, and when Shen Tao first arrived, Xue Tao would occasionally feel maybe Shen Tao wasn't that awesome.

But until Shen Tao had stayed in the department for one or two months, Xue Tao was thoroughly convinced.

This bro, professionally, is not one bit inferior to Yuan Weihong. Just that compared to Zhongnan Hospital's Yuan Weihong, his accumulation is much better, so he very quickly and smoothly walked the path of promotion and raise.

After a round of polite greetings, Fang Ziye also introduced himself.

Shen Tao said: "I know, Ziye I know you, often hear about you."

Fang Ziye's gaze turned hazy???

"Thanks to your Master's blessing, I'm about to get Ziye Syndrome." Shen Tao said this with a conflicted expression.

"Uh~~~" Fang Ziye was embarrassed on the spot.

Worthy of being his own Master alright, this hatred-pulling even reached into the neighboring hospital.

Shen Tao looked at Fang Ziye's embarrassed expression, then said: "But still, my impression of you is very good, after all you and I both don't walk a purely strength-based path, unlike your Master, who can only rely on strength to make a living."

Although Shen Tao was indirectly calling Yuan Weihong ugly, Fang Ziye didn't dare chime in or explain.

The hatred was pulled by Yuan Weihong, the brotherly bond was forged by Yuan Weihong himself; even if he cursed Yuan Weihong a few times as a sissy bastard, he still had to honestly call him Martial Uncle.

"Martial Uncle, hello." Fang Ziye recognized his own positioning.

"How about this, I can supervise PhDs now too, intra-university PhD transfer is very simple, you! ~" Shen Tao directly put his arm around Fang Ziye's shoulder and whispered in his ear, trying to pry loose Fang Ziye's rebellious streak.

Fang Ziye's movement stiffened slightly.

"Ah?"

"Just kidding, don't be nervous."

"Still very good, excellent." Shen Tao nodded, then followed Wu Guo Nan into the private dining room.

On the way, Shen Tao was still complaining: "Last night, Yuan Weihong was drinking by my ear going on and on about Ziye this and that, this and that, saying he absolutely had to poach his corner."

"Too hateful."

Wu Guo Nan heard this and instantly understood Shen Tao's meaning……

During the meal, Wu Guo Nan asked about Shen Tao's subsequent arrangements and plans.

Shen Tao said that before leaving, he'd already agreed with Director Zhang, this month he's in Director Wu's group, and barring accidents, the next several months he'll also stay in Director Wu's group.

Director Zhang suggested this; anyway Shen Tao didn't understand why either.

"Director Wu, you won't dislike my big mouth, will you?" Shen Tao knew his own flaw, directly laid it bare.

"Professor Shen, look at what you're saying, we all only look forward to you coming over to teach a bit." Wu Guo Nan was dead serious, face stern.

But Shen Tao was a tiny bit cowed: "Director Wu, you'd better not say that, me showing off a bit in front of a few little brothers is fine, no need for you to directly puncture the awesome."

Shen Tao still held respect for the department heads in prefecture-level city hospitals.

Maybe he also couldn't beat them...

Then the topic drifted all over the place; drinking and chatting, that means chatting about everything.

From Fang Ziye's girlfriend to wherever, they chatted all the way to how many children Huang Yunxiao planned to have in the future — completely unrelated matters.

After leaving the banquet, Fang Ziye and Shen Tao lived in the same community, but in different buildings.

Originally, doctors like Shen Tao on pairing assistance were supposed to stay in the dormitory, but the Orthopedics Department's finances were decent, so they directly rented an apartment, had the sheets changed regularly every month, had someone clean weekly, and it sat vacant there for a year.

Just to let the visiting teachers stay comfortably.

"Little Fang, see you tomorrow. I'm a bit sleepy, going to sleep." Shen Tao's manner was very casual, waving goodbye to Fang Ziye while yawning.

"Goodbye, Teacher Shen." Fang Ziye switched back to calling him Teacher Shen, not continuing to call him Martial Uncle.

Yuan Weihong and Shen Tao had a good relationship, but after all they weren't direct fellow disciples; the term Martial Uncle could be used occasionally, but there was no need to keep using it.

On the way back, Fang Ziye was calculating the ratio of knowledge points to patient costs in clinical operations, and the final summary was as follows.

The ratio of RMB to knowledge points for joint dislocation closed reduction is roughly 50-60:1!

While the ratio for routine fracture closed reduction is 30-40:1!

But if it's a special type of closed reduction, it can reach a terrifying 3:1 or even 2:1.

Enshi Central Hospital's closed reduction of fracture technique charges according to the degree of reduction, divided into large, medium, and small reductions, charging roughly one, two, or three hundred respectively.

If it's a special type of fracture closed reduction, then one might obtain over a hundred knowledge points!

Damn, getting money-grubbed over this.

Fang Ziye calculated while laughing at himself.

Immediately after, Fang Ziye hurried into the elevator and began checking information about the Hubei Province Orthopedics second quarter film reading meeting and the Hubei Province Youth Physician Skills Competition.

However, in the process of searching, Fang Ziye only knew the time was mid-May; the specific details, he didn't know if the Enzhou Medical Association hadn't worked them out yet or hadn't released them, but there were no leads.

The reason Fang Ziye paid attention to it was naturally because Fang Ziye learned that the Special Prize could win 50k!

50k prize money, that's very substantial.

Even if some senior attending physicians participate, anyway it's basic skills; Fang Ziye felt that leveraging three to four Level 4 Proficiency skills still wouldn't be enough to win the Special Prize.

Level 4 isn't enough, then continue gathering knowledge points to make up for it.

Basic skills are all very practical; for example, osteotomy is very common in trauma surgery.

Didn't find it, Fang Ziye stopped struggling over it, glanced at unread messages, and began clearing them.

There were experimental results images from Luo Tingzhu that could make one's eyes red, questions from fellow trainees, and corresponding article content from the small research group's discussion group.

Fang Ziye hurriedly apologized in the group.

These recent days, because of clinical matters, he really slacked off on article writing, with no progress.

However, the content Yuan Weihong shared from a corresponding author's email was that Fang Ziye's previously completed manuscript had already been published; this was Fang Ziye's own solid meta-analysis article, representing his improvement speed to a certain extent.

"Let Master and the two fellow trainees laugh at me." Fang Ziye was modest.

However, in the group, not a single person replied to this sentence, as if tacitly accepting the matter.

Everyone knows each other's roots and bottoms, and doesn't say flattery.

Each writing diligently.

Until half an hour later, Lan Tianluo finally replied to Fang Ziye with a message, regarding the content related to what Fang Ziye reminded about this afternoon...

Time fragmented, broken into pieces, busy and fulfilling.

(Chapter End)