Chapter 282

"Master, so what do you mean?"

"After the Spring Festival, I, this follow-up resident, will have to be used as a chief resident, while the other senior brothers are still follow-up residents?"

"Wouldn't that be a bit unsuitable? I haven't prepared for this yet?" Fang Ziye, having figured out his Master Yuan Weihong's true intention, hurriedly asked back, first admitting his own insufficiency.

Medicine is a long process of learning and accumulation; basically no one feels that at a certain stage they have already accumulated enough completely to navigate clinical work with ease.

So, to rashly have Fang Ziye bear the title of follow-up resident while doing the work of a chief resident, Fang Ziye also felt considerable pressure.

However you calculate it, Fang Ziye is only twenty-six years old this year; after the Spring Festival he will only be twenty-seven.

At twenty-seven, in other industries one might have five, six, seven, or eight years of work experience, but in the medical field one is merely an absolute rookie.

It is calculable.

Undergraduate at eighteen, five years of undergraduate studies graduates at twenty-three, and a medical undergraduate in the medical industry doesn't even count as a Teletubby, let alone stand alone in other industries; you go change a medicine for a patient, and your superior will probably doubt whether your foundation is solid and whether you can strictly abide by sterile principles.

Three years of master's studies graduates at twenty-six.

Master's graduate, superiors at most only feel assured letting you write medical orders, write medical records, and at most add a debridement and suturing plus disinfecting and draping task; any more surplus, even if given the opportunity, you wouldn't be able to handle it.

Let you handle it, you don't have enough experience, and you don't dare to handle it.

Of course, Fang Ziye's ability is naturally not just this bottom line, but to have Fang Ziye stand alone without anyone else leading the way, the pressure is still quite large.

Moreover, Fang Ziye actually also thought about playing for one more year.

Yuan Weihong's adaptability was very fast; he looked seriously at Fang Ziye's expression and asked: "Is it that you've learned a bit too thoroughly recently, feel you've learned quite a lot, and after losing the pressure of employment, you've started to slack off and lie flat?"

"Are you thinking that since my graduation and employment pressure is near zero, I want to play a few more years?"

"Or that being able to play one more month is one more month?"

Days without pressure are absolutely leisurely times; who wouldn't hope such times could last a little longer, even longer?

"Master, you misunderstand, I just feel I'm still young, so..." Fang Ziye naturally wouldn't admit it.

And while not admitting it, he still seriously scrutinized Yuan Weihong, because Yuan Weihong spoke these words so familiarly — did it prove the former Yuan Weihong had done such things, so he was exceptionally familiar with the thoughts and ideas of this period.

"So what bullshit!"

"You're still young? Look at you, from top to bottom, where exactly are you small?" Yuan Weihong struck a fatal blow, looking directly at the only position on Fang Ziye's body he could not fluoroscope.

This one ultimate move forced Fang Ziye to beg for mercy on the spot, not daring to show off anymore.

"Master, really have to go up?"

"Once I go up, how long until I can come down?" Fang Ziye asked.

This is serious talk.

When to go up, naturally one must ask clearly when one can come down.

Some people stay on the chief resident position for a long time, four or five years, five or six years, and the person collapses.

"One or two years, depends on when our Trauma Surgery can get a new person to take over your current position."

"If he comes next year, then roughly the year after next he can take over your chief resident position; if it's two years later before he's assigned to Trauma Surgery, then it's three years later before he can take over your current position..." Yuan Weihong explained the rules of going up and down for chief residents to Fang Ziye.

After hearing this, Fang Ziye felt this system was increasingly bad for today's young people.

Today's Zhongnan Hospital is already near maturity; Orthopedics' five subspecialties have long since been separated out.

And Zhongnan Hospital's Orthopedics hires very few people each year, at most two or three.

Two or three, nowhere near enough to divide among five subspecialties.

Averaged out, it's only every two or three years that a subspecialty gets a new staff member.

This makes newly hired staff stay stuffed full in this chief resident position — the big fool's exploited position — until they're let go, possibly exploited until only their last breath remains, before they can continue on.

Three years as chief resident, ten years off your lifespan, is no fabrication.

"Actually arguing like this, might as well muddle along in a prefecture-level city hospital..." Fang Ziye muttered and complained a bit boldly.

"Prefecture-level city hospital?"

"In a prefecture-level city hospital, being on duty is being chief resident; in Zhongnan Hospital, after the chief resident phase, you don't have to deal with case writing, discharge record review, and such work anymore — which is superior and which inferior, you know very well in your heart."

"But no way, to enjoy such privileges you must pay more hardship than others; many things in this world are actually relatively equivalent in value."

"If your ancestors weren't hardworking enough or lucky enough, it falls on you; if you also lack sufficient effort and luck, you'll pass your current predicament to the next generation, only the form of the predicament changes." Yuan Weihong suddenly said a very meaningful sentence to Fang Ziye.

After hearing this, Fang Ziye fell silent for a good while, then asked: "Master, do you mean that ever since Professor Deng Yong stepped down as Trauma Surgery's Administrative Director, and then missed out on the Vice Dean position, a Surgery Teaching and Research Office Director actually has less real power than an Administrative Director..."

"Even that Professor Deng Yong might not even have the nomination qualification for the next group leader?"

Fang Ziye actually wasn't unaware of Yuan Weihong's implicit meaning, but Fang Ziye initially didn't want to understand it.

When young, being able to have a few more carefree years is actually a very good thing.

Yuan Weihong sighed, handed the teacup to Fang Ziye, letting Fang Ziye add water for him: "Just pour some boiling water directly."

"Ziye, you must always remember, ancient sayings are history's warnings to us, classrooms left to us by the years."

"The so-called 'when the tree falls the monkeys scatter,' the so-called 'one general's success built on ten thousand withered bones,' will slowly turn from words on paper into things no longer just words on paper."

"Can you understand my meaning?" This was a rare time Yuan Weihong truly discussed reality with Fang Ziye, beyond academics.

Reality involves quite a lot.

Academic ability is certainly still very important, professional ability is also crucial, but besides these, there are some other factors that affect far and wide.

And beyond other factors, some historical lessons are actually played out vividly in real life.

"Master, why don't we speak more directly then..."

"During this period when Xiao Nuo went overseas, a lot, a lot of things must have happened at home, right?" Fang Ziye held the teacup with both hands, presented it before Yuan Weihong, and asked.

Actually one can imagine and understand: now Qin Geluo has gone back up as chief resident, and then Yuan Weihong, this senior attending physician with very deep seniority, about to be promoted to Associate Professor, still has to cover shifts for Qin Geluo — this alone explains some things.

Actually this can already explain some things.

"Some things did happen, but these things are actually hard to distinguish as good or bad..."

"For example, the matter of Professor Deng's Distinguished Youth application failing, and the laboratory being temporarily vacated."

"Don't you say, our team had just moved out of the laboratory not long ago, and then the floors above and below happened to catch fire; fortunately our precious cells and various instruments had all moved elsewhere, completely unscathed."

"Although the place we're moving to now requires a certain venue rental fee, it's still better than a direct loss." Yuan Weihong dropped a heavy bomb right off the bat.

Yuan Weihong's laboratory seems to have been lost, and the team's basic experiments should have moved locations now.

However, the subsequent encounters weren't exactly a particularly bad thing.

"The second matter is that Teacher Deng's competition for the vice dean position indeed lacked a bit of opportunity."

"But not long after the competition failed, the anti-corruption campaign happened. The one who succeeded in the competition previously probably paid too high a price, so just as he took office, he was sent straight in to tread the sewing machine."

"This anti-corruption drive was extremely intense. You can imagine — even an old professor of Professor Li Guohua's level..." Yuan Weihong didn't continue.

Fang Ziye only nodded upon hearing this.

Shedding all his joking momentum, he was as obedient as a child of a few years old.

Then the third thing Yuan Weihong told Fang Ziye finally made Fang Ziye reveal a shocked expression.

This matter concerned the Enshi Military Region Yangyuan project.

Originally, Teacher Deng Yong was one of the principal liaisons between Zhongnan Hospital and that side. As a result, some sharp-eared, cunning big-smart-aleck took advantage of Teacher Deng Yong's setbacks in other areas to seize his position, squeezing Teacher Deng Yong out of the core cooperation circle of the sanatorium project.

The result was a huge mess. Many people involved in the cooperation with the Military Region Yangyuan project, even including the project's principal figure, Old Chinese Doctor Chen, were suspected of money-power transactions and nearly sent in for a stretch.

Fortunately, the misunderstanding was later resolved. Someone had delivered local specialties to Old Chinese Doctor Chen's office containing Eastern Han's "red specialty products," but upon search, no fingerprints were found. However they were delivered, that's how they sat there.

Being bribed unconsciously like this is rather hard to define as accepting bribes.

As for some others, a portion of them had acted very aggressively, and now no one knows where they've gone. It's said even inquiring about news is very difficult...

Naturally, those big-smart-alecks who wanted to replace Teacher Deng Yong as the shot-caller were certainly after the benefits. Then a whole nest of them was rounded up, including the old smart-alecks who put the big-smart-alecks in.

Because Old Chinese Doctor Chen was arrested, this matter moved many old comrades in Hubei Province and even Eastern Han to personally call and inquire. From Yuan Weihong's description, the swiftness of that operation's action and the decisiveness of its handling were truly hard to imagine Eastern Han's executive force could be so fast.

"Master, at least wait until after the New Year to start being on duty?"

"Although you just said someone bullying you represents there's value in being bullied, I secretly ran back because I actually wanted to have some private time." Fang Ziye could only compromise.

Just before compromising, he raised a small request.

That the classes he skipped abroad were skipped by his own ability, and he escaped back by his own ability. If that side's boss didn't say anything and didn't report him, then the vacation gained from skipping class belongs to him.

It should be freely disposed of by himself.

Yuan Weihong expressed agreement.

Then without saying much more, he let Fang Ziye stand in for him and take the mobile phone, and bid farewell and left for the Outpatient Clinic.

Fang Ziye, on the other hand, only guarded the Department for ten-odd minutes before Qin Geluoluo, who had reclaimed the Chief Resident throne, returned to the Department and took back the feature phone uniquely belonging to the Chief Resident.

This phone belongs to the old-style elderly phone category. It's heard that if it's just for making and receiving calls, it can go a week on one charge.

And all its functions, besides making calls, only leave the Snake Game. So it basically achieves a week of standby time, and it even has multiple batteries, as well as many spare batteries.

Truly achieving one phone passed down three generations, the person goes but the phone remains.

Qin Geluo didn't demand much from Fang Ziye. Just seeing Fang Ziye actually return before the New Year, he seemed to see hope of liberation.

Fang Ziye said he wanted to leave, and Qin Geluo was very happy. On one hand asking if Fang Ziye would go back for the New Year, on the other asking for Fang Ziye's address, very much with the intention of feeding Fang Ziye coffee or drinks, takeout, and other fawning gestures.

A person who has stepped down from the Chief Resident position can never get used to returning to the Chief Resident position again.

This is called: from frugality to extravagance is easy, from extravagance to frugality is hard.

When Fang Ziye told this news to Luo Tingzhu, Luo Tingzhu was at home organizing and packing the newly bought pressure cooker and dual-flavor electric hot pot.

The dual-flavor electric pot can heat two kinds of meat dishes at once, while the pressure cooker can be used to stew duck and such.

Luo Tingzhu's movements paused slightly, a hint of surprise on her face: "Meaning, Senior Brother, you'll start counting as Chief Resident after the New Year? Did Teacher Yuan say whether this period as Acting Chief Resident counts toward the overall Chief Resident tenure?"

"Don't know."

"Because whether it counts or not, it seems our Orthopedics Department's Chief Resident tenure won't be short anyway."

"Nuonuo, have you decided? Are you sure you want to transfer to an administrative post or a research post later?" Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu stood together, then seeing unwashed chopsticks above the sink, started washing them, and threw last year's chopsticks directly into the trash can.

Fang Ziye actually didn't want Luo Tingzhu to give up her career track for him.

But the many things Luo Tingzhu considered herself were indeed also very important.

First, Luo Tingzhu actually isn't suited for a surgical Chief Resident, especially a Trauma Surgery Chief Resident position. Because of a girl's physical constitution, one: she can't endure the staying up; two: she can't suppress the situation.

If a medical dispute really occurred, Luo Tingzhu probably couldn't even run away.

Therefore, Luo Tingzhu transferring to an administrative post or research post is very scientific.

It's just that Fang Ziye doesn't know Luo Tingzhu's truest inner thoughts.

Luo Tingzhu then mischievously smiled and said: "Senior Brother, you should know, what I liked at the very beginning wasn't Trauma Surgery, oh."

(Chapter End)