Chapter 3

"Why were you shouting so loud before? Think Fang Ziye's face is thick enough?" After a full hour and a half, Fang Ziye only then retorted to Lan Tianluo.

Fang Ziye could understand Lan Tianluo's envy; Lan Tianluo had just arrived.

Lan Tianluo being able to enter Zhongnan Hospital as a Resident Physician meant he had already surpassed at least sixty percent of his fellow Medical Students; this was no boast.

But once inside, the confident him encountered a heavy blow on his very first day — the Resident Physicians actually doubted his capability, and even the qualification for Bed Management required an assessment.

This struck Lan Tianluo like lightning; after slowly realizing his situation, he went in and out of the Training Room multiple times, and now he was completely well-behaved.

Then seeing Senior Brother Fang Ziye actually pass the next Suture Level he coveted — his surprise was understandable.

But making such a fuss actually made Fang Ziye's face hang a bit loose!

Not to mention Xiong Jinhuan from his own cohort, a Research Big Shot with a double harvest in scientific research and operations, had long since passed Orange Peel Suturing. Now the distance to passing the Trauma Surgery's suture tofu test was also not far.

Even Li Yuanpei, the one with the most Research Output, had suturing skill comparable to Fang Ziye, while Li Yuanpei's Incision Technique had long since surpassed Fang Ziye.

There were even two Second Year Master's Student Fellow Trainees with a talent preference for suturing who had also passed the Orange Peel Suturing hurdle, and had been stitching tofu for a month already, leaving Fang Ziye behind in the dust...

They were all well-behaved too, yet now Lan Tianluo was making such a racket just because he sutured orange peel!

Isn't this putting Fang Ziye on the fire rack?

"Industry Brother, sorry." Lan Tianluo offered a most sincere smile.

But Fang Ziye didn't particularly hold it against Lan Tianluo; instead he sutured a few more times, felt the subtle changes brought by Level 2 Suture, and his mood became calm and relaxed!

As long as it's real, not a fantasy in despair, then there's no problem.

The skill with points added to Level 2 was also Incision Technique.

For Incision Technique practice, Fang Ziye wasn't in a rush either; practicing tomorrow would do!

Because he hadn't brought the practice material for Incision Technique, and this kind of thing wasn't easy to borrow from others.

There were only two types of practice material for Incision Technique: tofu and modeling clay.

Strictly cutting depth into tofu, and strictly controlling straight-line knife movement — after that, the tofu incision could be considered a segment completed.

The second type was modeling clay, which is reusable, mainly for practicing curved knife movement, and even stricter control of incision depth.

Spread the modeling clay on the Operating Table, shape it with 4mm and 5mm deep cube molds respectively, then simply cut a standard 3mm or 4mm S-shaped incision — the clay splits but does not separate, depth absolutely consistent — that counts as passing.

This is the hurdle Fang Ziye currently needs to practice controlling; a year and a half later, he still cannot fully meet the standard.

Pass the modeling clay cutting hurdle, and then one can carve tofu again.

Tofu is the Divine Artifact the First Training Room cannot avoid...

After tidying the Operating Table, when leaving the Skill Operation Room, classmate Li Yuanpei also happened to be leaving the Training Room; the two walked side by side voluntarily: "Industry Brother, congratulations! ~"

Li Yuanpei was tall and thin, a bit taller than Fang Ziye, but his complexion was slightly dark, his face full of pockmarks, as if written with stories.

Though his clothes weren't name brands, they were at least the latest Adidas style; the total cost of his whole outfit wouldn't be lower than six thousand.

"Brother Pei, you're laughing at me again. Among the three of us this cohort, I'm the worst." Fang Ziye replied upon hearing this.

"But Brother Pei, why have you been coming to the Training Room so often lately?"

Li Yuanpei currently already had two SCI papers in hand, one of them a Zone 2.

A Zone 2 paper — extremely high quality; a Master's Student being able to publish one basically makes reading for a Doctor a done deal.

Even if he accidentally slips in Zhongnan Hospital's Doctoral Student re-examination, going to a 211 University for a Doctorate is very steady — it's a crushing tier.

After all, Zhongnan Hospital's basic requirement for Doctoral Student graduation is just one Zone 2 SCI or two Zone 3 SCIs — future promising.

And Fang Ziye also knew Li Yuanpei had applied for the Application Assessment of Peking Union Medical College Hospital and Jishuitan Hospital's Doctoral Student recruitment plans; he didn't go busy himself with those things, so he didn't know how Li Yuanpei had time to stay in the Training Room long-term.

Li Yuanpei sighed: "What use are papers? We're Surgery!"

"In a place like Zhongnan Hospital, a Small Master's Student has it too hard."

Fang Ziye thought Li Yuanpei was lamenting few Operation opportunities, smiled and said: "Brother Pei, isn't my teacher still doing Leg Holding?"

Zhongnan Hospital belongs to top-tier Grade A; national ranking at least near top fifty, Orthopedics Department even top thirty.

Professors clustered, Associate Professors also waiting for surgeries, senior Attendings fighting for Small Surgeries.

Attendings lift legs, Chief Residents take Emergency and Outpatient Clinic mosquito minor emergency surgeries, Professional Doctorate Doctoral Students waiting eagerly, Master's Students?

Being able to exert effort holding legs, then snipping a thread — that's already not bad!

Li Yuanpei heard this and smiled: "You mean Hong Brother? Hong Brother at least has his own exclusive surgeries. You're his Eldest Disciple!"

Fang Ziye was previously Yuan Weihong's only student; the number of Operation opportunities — those who know, know.

Fang Ziye's face instantly reddened: "Founding not smooth."

"Mediocre and useless!"

Fang Ziye knew clearly that his Clinical Operation opportunities were more than Li Yuanpei's.

But his own Clinical capability was inferior to Li Yuanpei, and Research Output also inferior.

To the point that for Doctoral Student recruitment plans like Peking Union and Jingdu University Affiliated Hospital — absolutely First Echelon domestically — Fang Ziye didn't even dare apply, afraid of losing face.

"No matter, just slowly endure..." Li Yuanpei smiled, walked out the door and glanced at this massive Institution of Zhongnan Hospital, his gaze becoming increasingly dazed.

"All just enduring..."

"Industry Brother, my Master said, this year don't take Ben Yuan's Master's Students for Doctorate, want to find a more excellent one from outside hospitals."

"Xiong Jinhuan's Master will definitely take Older Brother!"

Fang Ziye heard this and was startled, mouth full of surprise: "Deng Professor not recruiting you this year?"

"Yeah, Jingdu's Peking Union Medical College Hospital, there's a Han City guy who tested over, Seven-Year Program just graduated, plans to return for further study, later considering staying to work at Our Hospital!"

Li Yuanpei held out a hand: "Five papers — I can't compete with him even with my head!"

Fang Ziye could only click his tongue and smile bitterly!

Li Yuanpei was quite unlucky.

Originally Li Yuanpei following his own Supervisor for a Doctorate was a steady thing.

But if that Jingdu University guy is a Han City local, Peking Union Medical College's integrated Bachelor-Master — the education background is the ceiling.

With so many papers, and he wants to stay in Han City to work.

He's definitely Professor Deng's top pick for a PhD student, a capable assistant for the future!

Li Yuanpei sighed again: "Can't get out of this training room either……"

"Come August, the PhD application assessments for Peking Union Medical College and Jingdu University Affiliated Hospital are already done, I didn't even make the interview shortlist……"

"Next up is Sun Yat-sen University Affiliated Hospital, and also Shanghai Jiao Tong University and Fudan University's affiliated hospitals for registration."

"Brother Ye, did you register?"

Fang Ziye nodded shamelessly: "My name probably won't appear on the re-examination list. Brother Pei, you've got a chance!"

Using his own research output to register is just going through the motions of being screened out of eligibility.

But he still has to register, it's at least an opportunity.

Li Yuanpei then said: "Even passing the re-examination is useless, the supervisors there have their own students……"

"A Master's degree, sounds a bit high-end, but in the medical field, Master's are a dime a dozen, PhDs are everywhere……"

"Maybe finding a job is our proper path." He grew increasingly confused.

……

After parting with Li Yuanpei, Fang Ziye instantly understood why his teacher Yuan Weihong also let him leave.

Zhongnan Hospital's Orthopedics Department got a fierce tiger of a Holy Crap General.

Professor Deng's own Master's student Li Yuanpei has an uncertain future.

Xiong Jinhuan's supervisor Professor Han will definitely give priority consideration to Xiong Jinhuan for a PhD.

He himself wants to read a PhD in this Ben Yuan.

In his rented "Single Apartment", Fang Ziye fell into deep thought.

Thought for a long time, then slowly said: "In the current situation, desperately writing papers is absolutely useless, can only fight for the training room, take the absolute operational strength route!"

"If he can get out of the training room! Whether the professors' training room theory has the advantage or papers have the advantage, who knows how Professor Deng will choose!"

"Only by getting out of the training room first can he have the confidence to say he wants to read a PhD." Fang Ziye's gaze was determined.

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