Chapter 20: Ears on the Wall (Seeking Collections, Seeking Continued Reading)

Since August 23 was a Monday, September 15 was also a Monday.

Actually, today was Teacher Deng's surgery day, but neither Fang Ziye nor Lan Tianluo had a chance to go to the operating room, because Fang Ziye was on duty and Lan Tianluo was shadowing.

When the beds were full, Yuan Weihong and Qin Geluo, after stepping down, were worried about a patient who had undergone major surgery in their group, so they hurried back to the ward to check the patient's drainage blood volume again.

Seeing that the patient's vital signs and condition were stable, the two then walked from the ward back to the office.

Qin Geluo turned his head and asked: "Brother Wei, I heard you received a very unique gift for Teachers' Day this time, and you even specially sealed it with wax?"

"Who told you?" Yuan Weihong asked back.

"So many students in the training room saw it!" Qin Geluo did not mention that it was something he had finally confirmed for Fang Ziye, but spoke with extra envy.

He also hoped his own students could give him such a special gift.

As a teacher, if students could make him feel gratified, that was a kind of inexplicable sense of achievement, different from professional achievement.

While the two were talking, they entered the office; at this time Fang Ziye was still holding printed literature in one hand and comparing the treatment plans for his assigned patients with the other.

After reading it, Qin Geluo sighed: "If only Xiao Tao could be as hardworking and enterprising as Ziye, how wonderful that would be?"

Qin Geluo had a Professional Master's Student, Guo Yuntao, who was in his second year of master's studies, but had currently rotated to General Surgery and was not in his own department.

"Master, Brother Luo." Fang Ziye heard Qin Geluo's voice, turned around, saw the arrivals, and hurriedly stood up to greet them.

Lan Tianluo also properly called out a greeting to Teacher Yuan and Teacher Qin.

"Ziye, has the destination of that patient from this afternoon been determined clearly?" Yuan Weihong asked Fang Ziye.

"Yes, Master. Vascular Surgery has already admitted the patient to a bed, and an Emergency Surgery Informed Consent Form has already been established." Fang Ziye hurriedly replied.

For patients transferred out of the department, the department needs to track their destination; if a patient is transferred out but ends up in a mess where no one manages them, it needs to be reported to a Senior Physician within the department, so that when the patient cannot return and has nowhere to go, accidents do not occur during the transfer.

This is another kind of follow-up.

Qin Geluo at this moment clicked his tongue in wonder: "In the Orthopedics Ward, you actually found a Vascular Surgery disease type; Ziye, how many times of luck have you had?"

Fang Ziye often performed full-body full examinations on patients, managed his assigned patients with precision, was willing to spend great cost to search various literature, compare the different mechanisms of action of each drug, and strive for perfection; everyone in the department knew this.

But such behavior was not imitated, because it lacked time efficiency; with that time, it was better to go soak in the training room more.

And Graduate Students basically had their own learning methods and habits; outsiders did not learn, nor would they say Fang Ziye's learning method was bad.

Fang Ziye's move belonged to casting a wide net; today it just happened to avoid an accident for the department, which was reasonable.

Fang Ziye smiled: "Brother Luo, it was just a lucky break; I just happened to encounter it."

Yuan Weihong said: "Being able to have a lucky break, at least you know it's a mouse and know it can be eaten. Ziye, you are still quite down-to-earth and not bad."

"Are there no problems with the other patients admitted today?"

"Master, there shouldn't be." Fang Ziye hurriedly shook his head.

How could every elective inpatient patient gnawed by a superior have special circumstances? If so, how could such a department still exist?

Fang Ziye did not dare to speak absolutely, because medicine was originally an uncertain science.

Drawing conclusions without evidence is like holding a lantern in the toilet.

"Have you ordered dinner yet?"

"We are going out to eat a big meal; you order one, I will reimburse you and Tian Luo." Today happened to be after the group's surgery day, Teacher Deng wanted to treat everyone to a meal, but Fang Ziye was on duty and missed it.

Yuan Weihong still felt heartache for his student.

Fang Ziye's eyes lit up, and he smiled and nodded. As a student and subordinate, outright refusal was actually not a good thing.

Yuan Weihong and Qin Geluo stepped out to leave; after saying one more sentence to call if there was anything, Yuan Weihong actively ordered food for the two of them.

Qin Geluo looked at the price: "Brother Wei, you really can bleed."

"Men don't bleed every month; bleeding once in a while, aren't you envious?" Yuan Weihong started to take the helm and speed up.

"I really am envious." Qin Geluo did not take over the speed, but instead honestly endured a heavy blow.

Currently Fang Ziye had published papers, prioritized quality over quantity, broken through two layers in the training room; if he broke through again, he really might become one of the students who could pass the test in the training room to get study opportunities, something that might only happen once every one or two years.

Such a student, let alone Qin Geluo loving him, Teacher Deng also loved him.

……

After the two superiors left, Lan Tianluo asked: "Brother Ye, just now Teacher Yuan and Teacher Qin were both praising you; I estimate your matter of studying for a doctorate might be stable."

Fang Ziye shook his head briefly: "Whether it's stable or not, no one can say before the last step. But opportunities will always only be left for those who are prepared."

"Don't say this kind of thing outside, otherwise others might think I have been acting tyrannical in the department taking advantage of the opportunity." Fang Ziye admonished Lan Tianluo with a sentence.

Lan Tianluo shadowed him; although he was a Standardized Residency Trainee, if he spoke nonsense, others might think Fang Ziye did not regard Li Yuanpei as a rival, which would be quite troublesome.

Lan Tianluo hurriedly nodded.

September 16 was a Tuesday, not a surgery day, not an outpatient day.

After Fang Ziye finished arranging everything in the department, he naturally came to the training room again.

But this time when he came to the training room, while Fang Ziye was practicing incision techniques, a large crowd surrounded him; Lan Tianluo and the junior trainees from the first and second years of master's studies went without saying, even Senior Trainee Sun Shaoqing, a Doctor, stood and watched.

"This incision technique can actually cut tofu so beautifully?" someone shouted.

"That's natural; if Teacher Deng and Associate Professor Xie came to the training room, and you saw their incision technique level, that would be truly surprising. Three cuts down, just right to cut ten pages, nine pages, eight pages, one page not more, one page not less."

The others clicked their tongues in wonder.

Outside the training room.

Shou Jun'ai, a student of Vice Professor Chen Fang of Teacher Dong's Trauma Surgery Group, walked toward the training room and unexpectedly saw Li Yuanpei standing at the doorway of the training room not entering, feeling extremely surprised: "Brother Pei, why are you here?"

"Group training rest day." Li Yuanpei at this moment touched his uncomfortable nose.

Shou Jun'ai heard the noisy voices of classmates inside, his eyeballs turned, looking at Li Yuanpei walking back: "Brother Pei, you're not going in?"

"Not going in. Don't say anything inside." When Li Yuanpei dodged Shou Jun'ai, he instructed in a low voice.

Behind Shou Jun'ai's back he stretched out a hand and shook it, leaving gracefully, as if he had never come.

(Chapter End)