Chapter 313: Team and Moving Chopsticks First (Requesting Subscription)

After chatting for a while, once Xiong Jinhuan learned of 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: "Older Brother Huan, Li Yuanpei has his own matters; actually, there's another emergency surgery in our group with a professor performing it, 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 performing 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 brothers Fang Ziye trusted completely, like those two junior disciples, Fang Ziye dared not be so foolish.

Some feelings need to be nurtured; relationships that haven't 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 alone only makes things grow more distant...

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

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

Xiong Jinhuan and Li Yuanpei couldn't 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, and the one performing was not Luo Tingzhu, but Wang Yuanqi, who had returned from the Emergency Department.

Obviously, besides the superior Qin Geluo, and Dong Wenqiang who had not yet formally entered clinical practice, the others' surgical skills were still not as good as this senior brother Wang Yuanqi.

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 glanced at the doorway; among them, Wang Yuanqi, assisting and operating with Yuan Weihong, shrugged his shoulders the moment he saw Fang Ziye, as if meaning to retreat and yield his place.

Seeing this, Fang Ziye quickly shook his head first.

Yuan Weihong also assessed that the surgery was nearing its end, and said: "Yuan Qi, perform the surgery well, don't get distracted."

"Professor Duan's suturing technique is superior to that of general hand surgery professors. You should learn more."

"Several professors aren't tired, so your waist shouldn't be weak, right? Is it that you've been too active 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 came out with a line like this.

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 from when I had a friend becoming someone else, actually it was Brother Wei himself." Wang Yuanqi also indirectly retorted.

"I have a friend" is a meme.

Of course, Wang Yuanqi soon realized it was inappropriate to joke like this with Yuan Weihong, so he quickly corrected himself:

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

Yuan Weihong immediately started moving his hands.

Wang Yuanqi then was terrified to the point his mouth stopped, hard-pressed to endure Yuan Weihong's pinching; as an assistant, his hands remained motionless, not even a slight tremor appearing, showing extremely solid basic surgical skills.

Unless the sky fell or his own leg was broken so he couldn't stand at all, otherwise, the hands, eyes, and feet should be in their proper places and must not be disordered at all.

What should be done must not be slackened.

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 risqué but not vulgar.

Deng Yong at this moment also couldn't quite save face, so he scolded: "You all are becoming more and more undisciplined, so disrespectful, what kind of look is this?"

"Hey!" Qi Qiaowen stopped Deng Yong.

"Professor Deng, please don't be an official-ism; nowadays, this kind of thing isn't allowed."

"Jokes have no rank, but the operating table has its 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 could be considered quite excellent, but if assigned under his own command, he couldn't be classed as a beloved general level; he belonged to the usable soldiers level, someone who could be used to do things.

Amid such joking and laughing, the surgery finally neared its end.

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

After vac suturing was complete, and negative pressure was tested as sustained, with the drainage tube in place and pressure appropriate.

The plump Professor Duan Hong stretched his neck and said: "Professor Deng, this patient of our surgery, after so many cooperations, will be handed over to you for postoperative management."

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

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

"Get lost." Deng Yong pushed him.

During surgery one definitely can't move hands and feet; after surgery one also can't move hands and feet; then this friend would definitely be no fun.

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

"Ah?" Wang Yuanqi, hearing this, was slightly stunned and didn't 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-small voice.

Yuan Weihong, hearing it, looked at him like a fool: "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 discuss some relatively sensitive topics.

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

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

Luo Tingzhu had only just left when Fang Ziye asked impatiently, "Master, wouldn't Professor Deng have changed his divination again?"

"I'm also Teacher Deng's student now, right?"

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

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

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

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

When it involves employment, Fang Ziye herself also doesn't stand on ceremony.

"It's not what you think; rather, Professor Deng Yong and Professor Han Yuanxiao jointly submitted a proposal to the hospital to establish a Trauma Surgery Emergency Department, also called an Emergency Trauma Center, and the application received approval."

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

"This way, the pressure of emergency consultations during your time as Chief Residents will be almost completely relieved; this pressure will then be entirely distributed onto the heads of superiors — Attending Physicians slated for promotion to Deputy Chief Physician, or Deputy Chief Physicians slated 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 together to follow shifts on duty……"

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

Tone astonished: "Master, so Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan going to the Emergency Department isn't so-called 'exile' at all, but Professor Deng Yong made the layout in advance."

"Now Professor Han Yuanxiao is serving as Department Administrative Director; Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan used to follow Professor Deng Yong — wanting to promote to Chief Physician and lead a group, neither replacing Professor Dong nor Professor Deng himself is suitable."

"So Master planned ahead for Teacher Xie?"

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

"Then wait for Professor Dong Yaohui to retire; Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan will also just happen to promote to Chief Physician. At that time, if Associate Professor Peng Long or Vice Professor Chen Fang haven't taken Chief Physician posts, Teacher Xie can still return 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, 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 can truly be delayed just because Yuan Weihong previously promised to delay promotion.

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

The superiors and subordinates of the Associate Professors would all feel awkward.

"No, Master, Professor Xie going to the Emergency Department was planned in advance; then is Nuo Ge going to Spine Surgery also?" Fang Ziye speculated thus.

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: "This can't be said; Spine Surgery and our Trauma Surgery are parallel brother departments — our Trauma Surgery dares not stretch its hand that far."

"Nuo Ye was very dashing back then; now he has at least walked ten fewer years of detours than us!"

"His development prospects in Spine Surgery absolutely won't be 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, Nuo Ye can not only get along in Spine Surgery — in all surgeries he can get along. Li Nuo temporarily leaving Trauma Surgery to go harm Spine Surgery is also because he looked at the affection with Trauma Surgery's various people.

Unwilling to harm the people he cares about, he simply went to a brother department for a trip.

This is a true brother!

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

"Mm!" Fang Ziye nodded.

This kind of good thing — who wouldn't be envious? But only envious.

"Actually you could learn too; previously the resources you could have were better than Nuo Ye'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 not so much regret.

"Master, everyone has their own aspirations; since both missed it, let it pass, no more gain-and-loss anxiety." Fang Ziye only envies, doesn't want to imitate.

Love isn't a transaction, nor a tool; if a suitable one is met, and the other party happens to be able to lift you up, Fang Ziye can also accept calmly.

If not, Fang Ziye can also calmly enjoy the fruit of love; at least currently, the sticky sweetness 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 attainable ceiling even higher.

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

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

Life — there's no need for great wealth and nobility; modest wealth and peace, finding a good person, living ordinary days, is also quite good.

"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-immerse. You still have your master teaching you, above bearing the pressure, giving you the best possible arrangements."

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

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

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

Fang Ziye knew Master's meaning was cooperation between teams.

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

Mangled extremity surgery and treatment are absolutely among the current most cutting-edge, most peak techniques in Trauma Surgery; if the treatment protocols or techniques can be pushed to the national top tier.

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 batch of people who can move chopsticks first in this big pot of rice.

(Chapter End)