Chapter 312: Teamwork and Moving Chopsticks First (Requesting Subscription)

After chatting for a while, once Xiong Jinhuan learned Fang Ziye's true intentions, she agreed without hesitation, then asked: "Brother Ye, there's such a good thing, why didn't you ask Senior Brother Li for help?"

Li Yuanpei and Fang Ziye were closer fellow disciples; now they were more than just classmates.

And there was no competitive relationship between Fang Ziye and Li Yuanpei; at this time, Fang Ziye should delegate more authority and properly win over Li Yuanpei and others.

Fang Ziye answered very sincerely: "Brother Huan, Li Yuanpei has his own matters; actually, our group has another emergency surgery with a professor performing, which is more meaningful, so we thought of going together to observe and learn."

"Oh, okay, okay, I'm coming right now."

"Is it Xiao He in the operating room now?" Xiong Jinhuan's mood instead became relaxed.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye smiled slightly at the corners of his mouth.

As for his two classmates, Xiong Jinhuan and Li Yuanpei, to say the three were currently brothers on the surface but different in front and behind would be somewhat exaggerated.

But to say Xiong Jinhuan and Li Yuanpei were Fang Ziye's bosom brothers, with the same feelings as those two junior disciples, Fang Ziye dared not be so stupid.

Some feelings need to be nurtured; relationships that have not been nurtured are just nodding acquaintances.

Junior disciples Jie Han and Lan Tianluo—how much had he fed them, and how much had he reaped from them?

Relationships are about give and take; pure giving instead makes things increasingly distant...

But in one's life, one always needs some friends.

These friends were too close to be brothers, the relationship wasn't that good yet, but being wine-and-meat friends was too distant; everyone's relationship was much purer than wine-and-meat friends.

Xiong Jinhuan and Li Yuanpei could not be brothers, but positioning them as friends, presumably the three of them would get along more comfortably.

Fang Ziye immediately returned to the operating room in the Surgical Building.

In the operating room, Qin Geluo had not gone on stage; the one who went on stage was not Luo Tingzhu either, but Wang Yuanqi, who had returned from the Emergency Department.

Obviously, besides the superior Qin Geluo, and Dong Wenqiang who had not yet officially entered clinical practice, the others' surgical skills were still not as good as Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi's.

Luo Tingzhu, whose progress was currently very close to Wang Yuanqi's, was catching up, but was still on the way.

After Fang Ziye stepped on the foot pedal sensor door again, many people looked toward the doorway; among them, Wang Yuanqi, who was assisting and operating with Yuan Weihong, shrugged his shoulders the moment he saw Fang Ziye, as if meaning to retreat and yield his position.

Seeing this, Fang Ziye quickly shook his head first.

Yuan Weihong also assessed that the surgery was about to end, and said: "Yuan Qi, do the surgery well, don't get distracted."

"Professor Duan's suturing technique is even better than general hand surgery professors; you should learn more."

"Several professors aren't tired; your waist shouldn't be weak, right? Is it that you had too much activity at night?"

Yuan Weihong had suppressed it for too long; finally finding a target he could tease, as the surgery neared its end, he finally said such a line.

Without looking at Wang Yuanqi's reaction, Yuan Weihong's inner gloom dissipated somewhat.

With Yuan Weihong taking the lead, Professor Qi Qiaowen, who had nothing to do but could multitask, dropped his surface seriousness and sternness, looking at Wang Yuanqi: "Young man, you were quite active at night, huh?"

"No, no." Wang Yuanqi quickly shook his head.

"It's Brother Wei framing me."

"Maybe it's because I have a friend who became someone else; actually it's Brother Wei himself." Wang Yuanqi also vaguely retorted.

"I have a friend" is a meme.

Of course, Wang Yuanqi soon realized it was not appropriate to joke like this with Yuan Weihong, so he quickly corrected himself:

"Of course it can be understood; mainly because Sister-in-law is too beautiful; if it were me, I would also..."

Yuan Weihong immediately started moving his hands.

Only then did Wang Yuanqi stop in terror, hard as it was, enduring Yuan Weihong's pinching; his hands as an assistant remained motionless, not even a slight tremor appeared, showing extremely solid basic surgical skills.

Unless the sky fell or his own leg was broken so he couldn't stand at all, otherwise, where the hands, eyes, and feet should be, they must not be chaotic at all.

What should be done must not be slackened either.

Qi Qiaowen looked at Wang Yuanqi and felt this child was really too quick-witted.

Yuan Weihong joking with him was going out to play; he brought the topic back to Yuan Weihong playing jokes at home—this was just the right amount of bawdy but not vulgar.

Deng Yong at this moment also could barely save face, so he scolded: "You all are becoming more and more undisciplined, so rude, what kind of appearance is this?"

"Hey!" Qi Qiaowen stopped Deng Yong.

"Professor Deng, please don't be an official-ism; in this day and age, such a thing is not allowed."

"Jokes have no rank, but on the operating table there are occasions." Qi Qiaowen, possibly fearing Deng Yong or Yuan Weihong would later blame Wang Yuanqi, helped say a word.

How to put it, Wang Yuanqi was considered quite excellent, but if assigned under his own command, he could not be counted as a trusted aide level; he belonged to the level of a usable officer, someone who could be used to do things.

Amid such talk and laughter, the surgery finally came to an end.

For this kind of mangled extremity patient, finally negative pressure vac continuous negative pressure suction must be applied to avoid exudate and blood retention, leading to infection.

After vac suturing was completed, and negative pressure was tested continuously, the drainage tube was in place, and the pressure was appropriate.

The chubby Professor Duan Hong then stretched his neck and said: "Professor Deng, this surgery patient we have cooperated on so many times, post-op will be handed over to you to manage."

"Currently this is our first clinical patient placed at Zhongnan Hospital; you must not play too much at night, causing the spirit to be willing but the flesh weak."

Duan Hong looked honest and simple, but actually heard everything during the surgery process; even at that time he was still fully focused on making suturing operation teaching and performance.

"Get lost." Deng Yong pushed him.

During surgery one definitely cannot move hands and feet; after surgery one also cannot move hands and feet; then this friend would definitely be meaningless.

"That, Wang Yuanqi, this patient, you personally manage. All medical orders, medical record writing, and signature document tracking and subsequent follow-up, you must take responsibility." Deng Yong turned his head and gave this instruction.

"Ah?" Wang Yuanqi, hearing this, was slightly stunned and did not understand Professor Deng Yong's meaning.

But Professor Deng Yong had already left the operating room together with Professor Duan Hong and Professor Qi Qiaowen, leaving only a dashing back view for everyone.

"Brother Wei, I'm about to graduate; why does Master still let me be responsible for follow-up?" Wang Yuanqi asked in a not-so-quiet voice.

Yuan Weihong, hearing this, looked at him like an idiot: "I don't know either; you guess why?"

Then Yuan Weihong took Fang Ziye and left the operating room first.

Luo Tingzhu behind wanted to come out, but Yuan Weihong still let her go home first to avoid suspicion, as if wanting to talk about some relatively sensitive topics.

Luo Tingzhu could only purse her lips and walk toward the female changing room.

Anyway, Fang Ziye knew, and if she wanted to eat melon, it would be a quick matter.

Luo Tingzhu had only just left when Fang Ziye asked impatiently, "Master, didn't Professor Deng change his tune again?"

"I'm Professor Deng's student now too, aren't I?"

This kind of thing isn't the first time it's happened.

Deng Yong, this person, is actually a bit emotional in his dealings. Or rather, one of his flaws is that he cares too deeply.

During the previous doctoral admissions exam, if it weren't for Deng Yong wanting Li Yuanpei to go through a normal doctoral quota channel, the current doctoral team would have one more Song Yi.

If Deng Yong plays this same game in this year's on-site recruitment, Fang Ziye hasn't signed an indentured contract, but she definitely won't wait.

When it comes to employment, Fang Ziye herself doesn't stand on ceremony either.

"It's not what you think. Rather, the application jointly submitted by Professor Deng Yong and Professor Han Yuanxiao to the hospital to establish a Trauma Surgery Emergency Department, also called an Emergency Trauma Center, has been approved."

"Tongji, Xiehe, and the Provincial People's Hospital all have Emergency Clinics for Trauma Surgery in their Emergency Departments, convenient for emergency patients to get quality consultations at the first time!"

"This way, the pressure of emergency consultations during your time as Chief Residents will be almost completely relieved, and this pressure will be entirely distributed onto the heads of superiors — Attending Physicians up for promotion to Deputy Chief Physician, or Deputy Chief Physicians up for promotion to Chief Physician."

"Or simply, directly establish a Clinical Group in the Emergency Trauma Center, hire a few new staff, and have them go there to rotate on duty together..."

As Yuan Weihong explained so meticulously to Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye's motion of taking off her clothes paused, and she simply yanked her scrub suit back down, returning to a half-worn state —

Her tone startled: "Master, so Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan going to the Emergency Department wasn't a so-called 'exile' at all, but Professor Deng Yong had laid the groundwork in advance."

"Now that Professor Han Yuanxiao is the Department Administrative Director, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan used to follow Professor Deng Yong. Wanting to be promoted to Chief Physician and lead a group, it's unsuitable whether replacing Professor Dong or Professor Deng himself."

"So Master planned ahead for Teacher Xie?"

"All this just waits for the procedures to finish."

"Then wait for Teacher Dong Yaohui to retire, and Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan will just happen to be promoted to Chief Physician. At that time, if Associate Professor Peng Long or Vice Professor Chen Fang haven't been appointed Chief Physician, Teacher Xie can still come back to lead a group."

Killing two birds with one stone — at least in Fang Ziye's view, it's killing two birds with one stone.

Yuan Weihong looked left and right, confirmed no one was here, then slowly nodded in agreement with Fang Ziye's view.

However, Yuan Weihong didn't explain to Fang Ziye that the most fundamental reason Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan left was actually that he, Yuan Weihong, had won the Outstanding Youth Fund.

With the Outstanding Youth Fund, promotion to Associate Professor is inevitable and a matter of course — this isn't something that could truly be delayed just because Yuan Weihong promised to delay promotion before.

What would it be like for a group to simultaneously accommodate two Associate Professors?

Both superiors and subordinates of the Associate Professors would feel awkward.

"No, Master, Professor Xie going to the Emergency Department was planned in advance. Then did Brother Nuo going to Spine Surgery also...?" Fang Ziye speculated.

After all, after Fang Ziye returned from overseas, two senior brothers clearly went to departments outside Trauma Surgery.

Hearing this, Yuan Weihong hurriedly shook his head: "That can't be said. Spine Surgery and our Trauma Surgery are parallel brother departments; our Trauma Surgery doesn't dare reach that far."

"Master Nuo was very dashing back then. Now, he's at least saved ten years of detours compared to us!"

"His development prospects in Spine Surgery are absolutely no worse than mine." Yuan Weihong sighed endlessly.

"Ah?" Fang Ziye's mouth gaped slightly.

Then Yuan Weihong spoke softly in Fang Ziye's ear, and Fang Ziye fell silent for a full five minutes.

The physical body is form; form operated properly is indeed a kind of resource.

With the Tai Shan family's such assistance, Master Nuo can not only navigate Spine Surgery — he can navigate all surgeries. Li Nuo temporarily leaving Trauma Surgery to go 'harm' Spine Surgery was also out of consideration for his ties with everyone in Trauma Surgery.

Unwilling to harm the people he cared about, he simply went to a brother department for a stint.

This is a true brother!

"Envious?" Exiting the Surgery Building, Yuan Weihong tiptoed again, stepped on the electric vehicle, tiptoed once and retracted, swaying lightly front and back.

"Mm!" Fang Ziye nodded.

Who wouldn't envy such a good thing? But it's only envy.

"Actually you could learn too. Before, the resources you could have had were better than Master Nuo's, but unfortunately you didn't seize them." Yuan Weihong sighed lightly, feeling very regretful.

He even let go of the handlebar with one hand, rubbed his signature Mediterranean, and only then barely felt less regretful.

"Master, everyone has their own aspirations. Since we've both missed out, let it go. No more fretting over gains and losses." Fang Ziye only envies, doesn't want to imitate.

Love isn't a transaction, nor a tool. If she meets someone suitable, and they happen to be able to give her a leg up, Fang Ziye can accept it calmly.

If not, Fang Ziye can also calmly enjoy the fruits of love. At least for now, being lovey-dovey with Xiao Nuomi is quite comfortable.

Furthermore, Fang Ziye has always felt that if Lan Tianluo counts as her little brother-in-law, the assistance from Lan Tianluo would raise her future ceiling even higher.

And such a ceiling is difficult for any connections to reach.

Yuan Weihong seriously thought about Fang Ziye and Xiao Luo, and felt the two were quite well-matched.

Life — there's no need for great wealth and nobility. Modest wealth and peace, finding a good person, living ordinary days — that's pretty good too.

"Little Fang, today you can analyze so many details. Your master feels quite gratified."

"But some things, just right is enough. No need to over-indulge. You still have your master teaching you, bearing the pressure above, giving you the best possible arrangements."

"So at this time, what you should focus on more is the team's overall layout, not a personal network centered on the individual."

"In this era, if you go out to pull connections in your personal name, who recognizes you?"

"But if you go out with the platform's label, there are still quite a few people who'll look at you differently." Yuan Weihong finished speaking, twisted the electric vehicle's throttle, and his back view disappeared into the dark curtain.

Fang Ziye knew what Master meant was cooperation between teams.

This time, Professor Qi Qiaowen and Professor Duan Hong coming to the hospital to operate absolutely doesn't just represent two people.

Mangled extremity surgery and treatment is absolutely one of the most cutting-edge, most peak techniques in Trauma Surgery right now. If its treatment protocols or surgical techniques can be pushed to the national top tier.

It's enough for several teams to eat, and everyone can eat their fill, becoming a provincial specialty...

And both Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong are among the first batch of people who can pick up their chopsticks in this big pot of rice.

There should be another chapter at noon or in the afternoon. If it's not posted by 5 PM, then there isn't one.

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(Chapter End)