Chapter 279

At the dinner, Master Yuan Weihong talked to Fang Ziye about many things.

One part was about Yuan Weihong himself, another part was about the former Professor Chu, and yet another part was about Professor Deng Yong.

Regarding Yuan Weihong himself, Fang Ziye knew at least five or six parts out of ten; regarding Master Chu Lao Professor, Fang Ziye knew two or three parts.

But heaven have mercy, the real reason Master Deng Yong Professor failed to compete past the Distinguished Youth defense this time was because of Deng Yong's physical condition — this greatly exceeded Fang Ziye's expectations.

"Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy? Hypertension?"

"Master, how come no one ever mentioned this matter?" Fang Ziye held his wine glass stiffly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

This matter was really a bit too unjust.

Actually, with the current workload accumulation of the large team and the small team, both Yuan Weihong and Professor Deng Yong could have a very good future.

Even if Professor Deng Yong failed this defense, there would still be a next opportunity.

But if it's due to physical reasons, then there definitely won't be a next time.

"Where could you have heard about this kind of thing? I didn't even know Professor Deng's health was somewhat unwell."

"But I know, when this matter came to my knowledge, it was when Teacher Deng intended to advance further in the hospital, developing toward the vice-dean direction..." Yuan Weihong said.

Hearing this, the teacher's wife found the topic slightly sensitive, so she made an excuse to go accompany Xiao Qi, giving Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong ample private speaking space, and also feeling that the following words were probably Yuan Weihong's private talk for the already-grown Fang Ziye.

"Master, then putting it that way, even if it's just a physical examination, we still have to pay close attention?" Fang Ziye put himself in Master Deng Yong Professor's role and asked.

Fang Ziye didn't feel there was anything improper about Professor Deng Yong wanting to advance further; Deng Yong's academic accumulation and professional accumulation were both sufficient.

However, the physical factor is not something effort can control; on the contrary, it would lower physical fitness because of effort.

Yuan Weihong shook his head, then smiled and said: "It's not about paying attention to the physical examination results, and the physical examination location — the key point I want to tell you is, if you want to move forward, then in your surroundings, there will be very few friends."

"At least speaking, within five years up and down, all are competitors, no friends." Yuan Weihong spoke very seriously.

Fang Ziye also thought very seriously, then made a joke: "Master, does that also include Fellow Trainees Jie Han and Lan Tianluo?"

Fang Ziye's true intention was to make a joke, not wanting the topic to be so heavy and solemn.

After all, this is a teacher-student gathering; everyone eating, drinking, joking, and horsing around — how nice.

If at this time the topic is made too heavy, it would make it hard for Fang Ziye to digest so many changes in a short time.

After all, Fang Ziye, who could return and was just planning to set off to visit his "official girlfriend" abroad, at this moment had honey even inside his coronary arteries.

"Including!" Yuan Weihong nodded without the slightest hesitation.

"And what I also want to tell you is, the words I told you, I also told them the same, so you don't need to feel the slightest guilt."

"Meeting is fate, but there will always be a period of time when you might meet on a narrow path."

"At that time, only the brave win." Yuan Weihong tapped the table; the words he said to Fang Ziye were truly earnest instruction.

Fang Ziye put down his wine glass, still muttering: "But Master Deng didn't win either..."

"Ah ha?" Yuan Weihong at this moment had no intention of joking with Fang Ziye, so for a moment he almost didn't catch Fang Ziye's quip.

After reacting, Yuan Weihong slammed his wine glass onto the table: "The brave I speak of isn't someone named Yong, don't be a smart aleck with me, okay?"

"And, Ziye, you also shouldn't think about exploiting loopholes."

"If you think, this year you go up, next year Jie Han goes up, the year after Lan Tianluo goes up, queuing in sequence like this, one after another!"

"Such a result would be even more terrifying than you going up alone."

"You go up alone, only your two fellow trainees get squeezed to death."

"If the three of you go up one after another, it's everyone else in the department who gets squeezed to death..."

Yuan Weihong understood Fang Ziye very well.

So, the moment Fang Ziye's eyeballs turned, he knew Fang Ziye was thinking: if Fang Ziye applied for early graduation, staggering a few years from Jie Han and them, could it avoid such collisions and conflicts.

However, Yuan Weihong then cut off Fang Ziye's expectation.

At least Yuan Weihong thought so.

"Master, advancing one year won't work, advancing two years should be possible, right..." Fang Ziye gave Yuan Weihong an answer, which immediately made Yuan Weihong jerk his buttocks, the meat of his right thigh pinching his balls, hurting that much a little.

Because this is calculable.

If Fang Ziye applies for two years early graduation, meaning he applies for doctoral graduation next year, then there would be nearly four years between him and Jie Han's doctoral graduation.

After all, by the time it turns to September, Jie Han is only in Master's Year 2.

It's just that Fang Ziye wanting to finish the entire doctoral stage in one year is still a bit difficult.

Moreover, after Yuan Weihong thought carefully, he also discovered that such limitations, even if Fang Ziye jumped out, there would always be students who couldn't jump out, and in the end they would still meet on a narrow path.

So, this isn't the most fundamental solution.

More monks than porridge — the most fundamental method is still to increase the amount of porridge, not reduce the number of monks.

So, after being startled by Fang Ziye's idea for a spell, Yuan Weihong also calmed down and continued: "Let's not worry about this matter for now; when the boat reaches the bridge head it will naturally straighten!"

"You wait a bit, when you go see Professor Deng, remember to speak less, listen more; recently Teacher Deng's mood isn't particularly good."

"Master, has Professor Deng's hypertension and hypertrophic cardiomyopathy already affected his physical health?" Fang Ziye asked.

Because in many promotions, title evaluations, or Outstanding Youth applications, there generally aren't explicit stipulations about physical health or not having any diseases — unless it affects normal work or health.

Generally it wouldn't be specially brought up.

But if, in the operating room or at work occasions, there's a medical history of fainting or collapsing, then based on consideration for your health, they also won't give you extra tasks.

Yuan Weihong nodded, and didn't elaborate...

Fang Ziye then didn't continue pressing.

Then, Fang Ziye honestly followed Yuan Weihong to visit Professor Deng Yong, reporting on his duties on one hand and fulfilling his disciple responsibilities on the other, coaxing the teacher happy.

Fang Ziye absolutely counts as one of Professor Deng Yong's more gratified disciples, so Fang Ziye returned, and Deng Yong was still very happy.

After all, Deng Yong himself was very clear that the fundamental reason he could be nominated for vice-dean lay in the hospital's participation in a very important Hubei Province sanatorium project; Orthopedics was the lead department, and the hospital had no prior knowledge of this lead.

Such a capable, well-connected attending physician — how could he merely be just the General Surgery Teaching and Research Section chief? That would be wasting talent.

Just a pity.

The pity was that for Teacher Deng Yong himself, the previous opportunity was the result of his beloved disciple's struggles outside, and Deng Yong was still gratified.

"Good, good, all good, health is the most important thing, everyone must take care of their own health, exercise more, only then can you see more patients, be a doctor for a few more years, isn't that what the old saying says so well."

"Health is the capital of revolution..."

After Teacher Deng Yong finished speaking, he began to explain other matters again.

Three-plus hours later, Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong came out of the restaurant's private room with somewhat red eyes.

When the two sat in the back seat, Fang Ziye voiced his first reaction: "Master, I suddenly feel that Teacher Deng having high blood pressure and heart disease is not wronged at all, he has too many things to worry about."

Yuan Weihong nodded: "People who value sentiment, either get hurt by sentiment, or get hurt for sentiment."

"Too many people kept in mind, tasks too heavy, sense of responsibility too strong, the more pressure one gives oneself. You can look, with this whole spread of Teacher Deng's, so many people, all waiting to be fed."

"Money. Ziye, don't blame your master for being realistic, it's still lacking money, Ziye..."

"Mhm~" Fang Ziye nodded, gradually watching Yuan Weihong's hairline gradually rise, turned his head and said: "Master, take a little less pressure, definitely don't be this nervous."

"Walking a bit slower, actually doesn't matter."

Yuan Weihong nodded: "Perhaps so, perhaps not. Before becoming a master, I thought being a supervisor myself would be quite carefree, but having reached this step, it's as if my face was covered in lard, I can never go back to being that carefree big brother..."

After Yuan Weihong finished speaking, he laughed haha, then turned his head to look out the window, and started being carefree again.

Fang Ziye was not unaware of his own master.

Fang Ziye often suspected, with Yuan Weihong, his own master Yuan Weihong having such a carefree disposition, how he managed to pretend to be a teacher for so long.

Previously Fang Ziye thought Yuan Weihong was just this steady and magnanimous, a very good teacher.

But actually, now Fang Ziye knows, Yuan Weihong's true calling should be a clown, Master's supervisor was merely his side job.

See, now he's added two more disciples, and Yuan Weihong can't take off that 'Graduate Supervisor' long robe even more...

However, none of this caused any particularly large impact on the real world's progress.

Fang Ziye still went abroad on schedule, spent Qixi on schedule with his Xiao Nuonuo, ate foreign hot pot, ate foreign Spicy Numbing tang, strolled foreign 'Chinatown', saw Xiao Nuonuo's room.

Only pity was he couldn't climb onto that small bed, but stayed in the neighboring guest room...

Then, Fang Ziye returned to the country, handled the Doctoral Student enrollment procedures, and made another trip for the Outstanding Doctoral Student application procedures and the Graduate Academic Scholarship selection procedures.

This round trip emptied half of Fang Ziye's wallet, mostly air ticket expenses.

Later, Fang Ziye heard.

Nie Mingxian was dismissed, Enshi Central Hospital unilaterally compensated Nie Mingxian over twenty thousand yuan, later Nie Mingxian, seemed to have taken his father's ashes, went to the capital's alma mater.

Later, Fang Ziye also heard from Nie Mingxian's good friend Wu Xuanqi, Nie Mingxian's father, gave up treatment himself, every time pretending to go for chemo he chose outward compliance but inward defiance, saved several hundred thousand for Nie Mingxian, even enough for a down payment in Han City...

At this time Fang Ziye was in a foreign laboratory, fundamentally had no palpitation for this matter at all.

Even later, Fang Ziye heard that the original Infection Surgery Department Director Pang Hong of Enshi Central Hospital was compensated a very large sum, his family seemed to be doing not bad either.

Hearing that Pang Hong actually got along not bad with his family, made Fang Ziye unable to let go for a long time.

Because, as Pang Hong's subordinate Li Cong, heard he had already committed suicide in prison unable to endure the soul's torture.

Pang Hong was arrested from the start, Li Cong for five years was constantly harassed and tortured, until this year that one time, he rose up and directly dissected several people, perhaps only then releasing the heart's grief and unwillingness, this felt no more regret, no more attachments, and left.

Of course, all this, Fang Ziye still had no way to help. Because the current him, in a foreign laboratory, also started to become idle.

Because Fang Ziye's time abroad was too short, the lab saw he quickly completed a small project, intentionally asked if he was willing to get a US green card, and enter core research tasks.

Fang Ziye refused.

So the exchange learning lab merely undertook Fang Ziye's exchange task, gave Fang Ziye a bit of task to do, then let Fang Ziye go play.

Fang Ziye was also happy to be leisurely, every day just wandering to relax, reading articles, then conceiving project proposals he could apply for after returning, and happening to have free time, could also prepare the Doctoral Graduation Thesis.

Although he himself wanted Early Graduation, it's not that he can just because he wants to, still needs considerable preparation.

Published academic articles, definitely enough for graduation.

Not to mention the BMJ commissioned article already published, just that one twenty-eight point Impact Factor article is truly First Author, also enough for Fang Ziye's Doctoral Graduation requirements.

If even this can't graduate, then there aren't many people in the world who can graduate.

So, Fang Ziye's recent half year appeared a bit leisurely.

Leisurely to the point that Fang Ziye ten thousand miles away, still had time to study cooking skills...

Time flows like water.

Half a year, gone in a flash.

Han City, near Zhongnan Hospital, a certain old community.

One male one female two little ones, at 8:40 in the morning, tiptoed carrying bags big and small upstairs, and after going upstairs, used a key to open the old-style anti-theft door, then started the big cleaning work.

The young woman had just fastened her apron, when she asked: "Senior Brother, you really aren't going back for New Year this year? There's still three days until New Year, you actually still have time to rush home."

"Last year I agreed to spend New Year with you, if you agree to go home with me for New Year we'll go back together, if you feel it's still too hasty then we'll just spend New Year in Han City."

"Anyway sneaking back early without telling anyone, we've done that kind of thing, doesn't matter one more being in the country, able to go home for New Year but not going..."

(Chapter End)