Chapter 244

"How is it?" Teacher Deng, sitting lazily in the audience seats of the Trauma Surgery Sub-venue at this moment, asked Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye with a hint of drowsiness.

After leaving the competition venue with Fang Ziye, Yuan Weihong rushed to the academic conference venue.

After the competition results are announced, the award ceremony will be held in the last hour, and then Fang Ziye will go over again to take the trophy and certificate!

The final prize money will be collected on behalf of Fang Ziye by the Trauma Surgery Department of Zhongnan Hospital, with taxes deducted, and then distributed to Fang Ziye.

Because every contestant has a representing unit!

The Orthopedics Branch of the Medical Society directly connects with the unit regarding prize money, so no bank card number is needed; it can be transferred directly from public account to public account, which is always the procedure.

Yuan Weihong licked his smile, his whole face blooming like a chrysanthemum, giving the good opportunity to show off his face to Fang Ziye.

"Master, I luckily won the Special Prize," Fang Ziye replied.

Deng Yong immediately sat up straight, losing his original laziness and nonchalance: "You really won the Special Prize?"

His gaze immediately looked toward Yuan Weihong like a hawk or falcon, needing to confirm it personally.

Last year Yuan Weihong was very likely to win the Special Prize, so Deng Yong personally led the team; this year, because Pang Shu of Peking Union Medical College Hospital and Ning Jindong of Provincial Central Hospital were too strong, and Nie Xuehua was not his own student, Deng Yong had no hope at all.

Furthermore, the current Administrative Director of the department is Dong Yaohui, and this is all Dong Yaohui's business, so Deng Yong naturally could not overstep his authority.

Although he is now the Chief Director of Surgery, within the department he still has to give enough face to Administrative Director Dong Yaohui.

But as for Fang Ziye, because he was too young, Deng Yong had absolutely no delusion that Fang Ziye at this age could win a Special Prize.

"Yes, Professor Deng."

"The final osteotomy, Ziye got a re-scored score, 83 points! ~" Yuan Weihong stated the results very formally.

Compared to the Special Prize, Yuan Weihong felt that telling Professor Deng Yong about Fang Ziye's current osteotomy level would make Deng Yong even more excited.

Deng Yong understood the competition, so after hearing Yuan Weihong's words, he immediately became so happy he could not close his legs, reached out toward Ziye's direction, and grabbed Fang Ziye's shoulders, turning him around and around.

He touched from the back of the head all the way to the buttocks.

He only patted once.

"Pretty good. Very good." Deng Yong finally used these seven words to express his mood.

Next door, Qin Geluo, who had originally been "reporting work" to Professor Deng Yong, shrank his body into a ball, afraid of being caught by Deng Yong's gaze.

But where could he hide at this time?

After Deng Yong's gaze pierced over, he immediately straightened his neck, licked his smile: "Teacher Deng, hehehe, good news, it is very good news."

Deng Yong just nodded, but then asked back: "Little Qin, this good news is good news, but what about you?"

Deng Yong's question could be said to be asking about the very pot that should not be opened.

Qin Geluo at this moment seemed to be pinched between two walls, he was in the middle, neither left nor right was good.

In front, Yuan Weihong, who had slightly more seniority than him, last year's Special Prize, this year's Special Prize, Fang Ziye won it, and Fang Ziye's seniority was far less than Qin Geluo's.

"Can you win the third one next year?" Deng Yong gave no pressure.

Qin Geluo just drooped his face: "Teacher Deng, I? This..."

"There are still Sister Xue Hua and Brother Zi Xi ahead!"

"Oh! ~ Right." Deng Yong suddenly realized.

Then he looked at Fang Ziye: "Ziye, do you usually call Qin Geluo Brother Luo? Will you let him have this Special Prize?"

Professor Deng Yong really was not a decent person, immediately making Qin Geluo's face turn red with embarrassment...

Naturally, Yuan Weihong quickly took over the conversation, then turned elsewhere: "Teacher Deng, let's not talk about Little Fang's matter anymore, lest he become too arrogant."

"Actually it is like this, Teacher Deng..." Yuan Weihong then said that BMJ actively solicited manuscripts, needing to be completed as soon as possible, but this might require Deng Yong to send some manpower over to help.

Because Yuan Weihong needs to prepare for the Outstanding Youth Fund thesis defense, this is the key among keys, and the writing of the paper is not a small matter, nor can it be delayed.

After hearing this, Deng Yong imitated Yuan Weihong's manner: "You still say you're not bringing up Little Fang's matter, not letting him become too arrogant?"

"Arrogant? What's wrong?" Deng Yong seemed somewhat influenced by Yuan.

This sentence directly left Yuan Weihong speechless.

The whole person immediately stood at attention.

What's wrong with being arrogant?

Arrogant?

It?

However, Yuan Weihong's skin was thick enough: "Teacher Deng, let's talk about work tasks instead; can you temporarily lend me Wang Yuanqi and Gu Yi?"

The writing of the major paper has a lot of progress, needing to proceed on multiple fronts.

If he does not personally participate, even with Fang Ziye, Jie Han, and those little brats, the progress will not be fast.

This kind of paper definitely follows first come, first served.

"I am asking you a question? What's wrong with being arrogant?" Deng Yong seemed to want to correct Yuan Weihong's character, continuing to imitate Yuan Weihong's manner, asking Yuan Weihong back.

Fang Ziye silently retreated two steps.

This was a fight between the Great Master and the Little Master; as his student, he should step aside, lest he get splashed with blood.

Qin Geluo looked at Yuan Weihong, who was petrified and in agony, smiling bitterly not knowing how to answer, and chimed in: "Brother Wei, with Ziye's current grades accumulation, being a bit arrogant is actually nothing; after all, it is the school's true color, right?"

Qin Geluo was reminding Yuan Weihong: you should be less arrogant; with your North Sea One Leaf, your style of roaming the jianghu unrestrainedly, Fang Ziye being a bit arrogant compared to you doesn't even touch the edge of the school's supreme art.

Perhaps because Deng Yong's voice was not small, it attracted a professor from next door.

"Professor Deng, are you scolding someone?" The speaker was Professor Tao Cheng of Tongji Hospital; Professor Tao Cheng's age was comparable to Dong Yaohui's, estimated to be the successor of the next director after Professor Duan Hong succeeds at Tongji Hospital.

Previously Duan Hong brought Tao Cheng and Duan Hong to eat several meals together; he was a very cute little junior brother.

His appearance was honest, his complexion somewhat dark; he was a Northwest man.

"Mm, Professor Tao, the people under me are hard to lead. I said a few words to him," Deng Yong said.

Tao Cheng, upon hearing this, said: "Professor Deng, you shouldn't be too harsh on young people!"

But just as Tao Cheng said this, someone beside him hurriedly lowered his voice to prepare to explain something.

Deng Yong stood up, patted Yuan Weihong on the buttocks and said: "I told you to only publish in BMJ, don't embarrass yourself here..."

Saying that, he directly slapped Yuan Weihong away.

Then he left only Professor Tao Cheng with a confused face, right there suspecting his life, as if his ears had a problem.

At this time, an attending physician beside him hurriedly explained: "Professor Tao, why bother with these yin-yang people? That one is called Yuan Weihong; he just received a commissioned article from the BMJ main journal."

"Yesterday he was still being unrestrained in front of Chen Tailin; even Associate Professor Long Yuan feels great pressure about such things, saying he didn't sleep well all night, he estimates this year's Outstanding Youth Fund is definitely a no-go."

"Isn't it? Just publishing a BMJ, why does he still get beaten?"

Tao Cheng's whole person began suspecting his life: "What kind of people are these? Professor Deng wasn't like this before?"

BMJ is not just an article, nor just a journal magazine.

Publishing an article on such a high-quality, industry-recognized journal.

As long as one doesn't court death, being sent directly to professor and Outstanding Youth Fund is without pressure; if subsequent output is good, going all the way to Distinguished Youth and even Changjiang Scholar might just be a matter of time.

How can such an article, after being published, still get dissed?

When did Zhongnan Hospital become Peking Union Medical College Hospital?

Does the Orthopedics Department of Zhongnan Hospital want to kick Jishuitan Hospital?

"It's just asking for trouble; it's all that Yuan Weihong who corrupted the atmosphere. Professor Tao, let me tell you, don't take it to heart. This Yuan Weihong, during his PhD period..." That attending physician began gossiping to Tao Cheng.

After leaving the academic conference venue, Yuan Weihong said: "Teacher Deng, speaking to Professor Tao like that, isn't it a bit inappropriate?"

"Ah? Inappropriate? I think it's quite appropriate. You, Yuan Weihong, have such high emotional intelligence; in conduct and dealing with people, you are first-rate. I'm not also learning from you?" Professor Deng Yong looked like he was seeking advice.

"Me?" Yuan Weihong was speechless on the spot.

Just then, Fang Ziye's classmate Li Yuanpei, who knows which few young people he had slumped together with, walked while answering questions: "Yes, the one called Wei Ge who won the Special Prize last year; now someone calls him Te Arrogant."

"The one who won the Special Prize today is Fang Ziye, Wei Ge's student, that is, Fang Xiao Te among the Second Union Special you speak of."

"He! ~"

Li Yuanpei, among the crowd, moving smoothly on all sides, explained with a bit of venting anger, his face full of redness.

Just as they reached the doorway, they saw Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong and several others coming over upon hearing the sound; beside them, Qin Geluo stood at attention accompanying them, looking at Li Yuanpei with a playful gaze.

Li Yuanpei, seeing this, immediately paused.

Although Deng Yong did not know the group of soon-to-graduate master's students and PhD candidates beside Li Yuanpei, these small master's students all knew Li Yuanpei's master, Professor Deng Yong.

Seeing this, they hurriedly said goodbye in low voices to Li Yuanpei and slipped away.

Li Yuanpei hurriedly shut his mouth, then properly stepped forward and shouted "Master."

Deng Yong looked Li Yuanpei up and down, but did not blame him.

In such competitions, it is common for outstanding people, especially someone like Fang Ziye who won the incredible Special Prize at a young age, to be given nicknames.

Yuan Weihong's North Sea One Leaf, and even Duan Hong's student Wu Xuanqi, had the title of Small Overlord back then; it's nothing, this is young people's way of communication.

Naturally, sometimes old professors also give people nicknames; for example, the one given to Fang Ziye is called Step by Step High, and the one given to him is "Stove King," highlighting a black face.

"Yuanpei, get ready to tidy up. After tidying up, we'll go to the award ceremony next door to watch. After watching, we can go back."

"Speak less gossip in the future." Deng Yong did not criticize Li Yuanpei, just corrected him with a sentence.

"Okay, Master." Li Yuanpei responded hurriedly, properly walking into the ranks.

Because of Li Yuanpei's such mistaken entry, Deng Yong couldn't find trouble with Yuan Weihong anymore; instead, smugly, he walked toward the Hand Surgery competition venue to meet his good friend Professor Duan Hong who was temporarily serving as a guest judge there.

Yuan Weihong then brought Fang Ziye back to the upstairs of the hotel.

"Ziye, you rest first. I and your good master-uncle, my good brother Tao Ge, will go say a few words." As soon as Yuan Weihong went upstairs, he hurriedly ran to the room where Shen Tao, whom he had deliberately avoided, was located.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's scalp began to go numb again.

As expected of you, Master.

(Chapter End)