Chapter 318

Yuan Weihong briefly explained the sequence of events to Fang Ziye.

Xie Xin's team was lavishly funded; after establishing a new cell line, they now schemed to establish another new animal experimental model.

The animal experimental model their team intended to establish was not the hk2 knockout pathway, but another pathway; however, during the knockout process, they encountered many troubles and wasted a considerable amount of funding.

Later they schemed it would be better to spend money to have a biotechnology company do it, but that long-time collaborator company, for the sake of performance metrics, tried to muddle through with fake data.

Such a project valued within the research group could still be glossed over, but after angering the professor, the company apologized, paid compensation, and dispatched two working groups, only then settling the matter.

The result obtained was that this pathway knockout was truly unstable, requiring a relatively high technical level; unless they crossed borders to request the company headquarters to operate and air-freight it over, or transferred experts...

It was just that the price hadn't been negotiated successfully before; if a domestic company hired foreign experts, it would be a losing proposition. That's why they thought to muddle through.

After the matter fell apart, there was no need to think about cooperation anymore.

Xie Xin was quite invested in this animal experimental project; it was also the main task of the postdoctoral mobile station she planned to pursue next, so Xie Xin still wanted to continue pushing the project forward.

As a result, while reviewing literature again, she saw a domestic team on BMJ.

The paper listed only name abbreviations and affiliated units; Xie Xin herself couldn't determine whether fangzy was Fang Ziye or Fang Ziyi or some other zy.

But in Xiangya Third Hospital, a superior of Xie Xin's in the clinical department was from Zhongnan Hospital; after Xie Xin consulted him on the paper, he knew that the yuanwh in Trauma Surgery was definitely that Wei Ge he knew.

He then contacted Yuan Weihong and stated the purpose...

"Master, where would I have the time? I can't even handle my own affairs; how could I possibly go work for them?" Fang Ziye refused almost without hesitation.

Getting paid to do work is also a transaction, but it requires mutual willingness.

Fang Ziye currently didn't lack salary, or rather didn't lack such a commissioned task; what he needed to do well right now was his proper job, graduate smoothly, and then go to Zhongnan Hospital's Personnel Department to sign a very satisfactory 'indentured contract' — that was the right path.

If he had extra time, Fang Ziye didn't know why he wouldn't establish another new animal experimental model for his own team and then expand business?

The three Xiangya hospitals — Third Hospital's reputation and average level were relatively inferior to Second Hospital and Xiangya Hospital; in fact, comprehensive strength was on par with Zhongnan Hospital.

What Xiangya Third Hospital could afford, Zhongnan Hospital could also commit to; at worst, they could seek help from the financial backer behind them, Han City University — as long as you could produce sufficient results, it could guarantee your funding and platform were sufficient.

Even finally, if you could break through the heavens, carrying Zhongnan Hospital's Orthopedics to sacrifice Jishuitan, the three Beijing hospitals, and the Sixth Hospital of Magic Capital to ascend to the national specialty number one, Han City University could also back you up.

Han City University didn't lack majors ranked number one nationwide or even globally 'dad'-level; it could definitely support this skeleton.

"Yeah, that's how I replied too."

Yuan Weihong joked: "But still feel you have extensive connections! Someone from so far away found you to do technical guidance."

Fang Ziye's expression was strange; he thought, you already refused, why bring it up?

But considering his master Yuan Weihong was known as North Sea One Leaf, Fang Ziye just didn't open his mouth to complain.

Seeing Fang Ziye's expression turn somewhat serious, Yuan Weihong patted his shoulder and said earnestly: "Ziye, no need to be so tense and oversensitive; life should still be colorful, not just clinical work and research."

"Master, isn't this just a joke with you..." Yuan Weihong showed slight weakness.

Or rather, Yuan Weihong began to become approachable, reining in his 'as a master' demeanor, attempting to interact with Fang Ziye in a more teacher-and-friend relationship.

Yuan Weihong's hairline, since August two years ago when Fang Ziye followed outpatient clinic, had receded another finger's width, reaching over five fingers.

"I know, Master; I've only been Chief Resident for less than ten days, and it's already a bit numbing."

"No wonder before Jin Hongzhou Zhou Ge always looked somewhat, not quite normal. At the time I only found it strange; now I know it's because putting yourself in their shoes cannot replace the hardship of being in this position." Fang Ziye replied while also standing up.

Eight o'clock was almost here; after eight o'clock was the morning handover time; the department had many people, few seats.

His teacher Yuan Weihong now, due to Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan's departure, had been promoted to 'Outstanding Youth Fund', so he had a seat; otherwise, ordinary attending physicians still had to stand.

After all, there were three groups in the clinic; besides three Chief Physician professors, there were three Deputy Chief Physician associate professors; a not-large desk, how many genuine leather chairs could it fit?

"Right, the Chief Resident period really trains a person; you must especially cherish and be cautious."

"You count as precocious and force-ripened; compared to a normal Chief Resident, you lack years of accumulation. This accumulation, although it can improve your capability, experience — this thing — is not just technique."

"It also includes ability to handle affairs, interpersonal relationships, doctor-patient communication skills, retreat, endurance, making friends, and weighing pros and cons — many factors." Yuan Weihong spoke like this, without detailed words, and walked toward the genuine leather seat.

And watching Yuan Weihong's back view, Fang Ziye suddenly felt a slight soreness in the corners of his eyes.

There's a saying that a person's normal maturation goes through three times; this maturation has two interpretations; Fang Ziye had experienced both.

First interpretation: discovering parents are ordinary, discovering oneself is ordinary, discovering children are ordinary.

Second interpretation: oneself is not the center of the world; no matter how hard one tries, there are ultimately some things one is powerless against; clearly knowing one may be powerless, but still striving one's utmost.

The first interpretation, Fang Ziye experienced the first two early on; parents and himself were both very ordinary. People from small towns who go out often have these two realizations; therefore Fang Ziye's mindset has always been very stable.

The second interpretation came from Fang Ziye's helpless diligence during his Master's period.

Is effort useful? It is useful; it at least makes you more excellent than your past self, but not necessarily able to harvest what you want.

Perhaps, in the journey of life and career, realizing that your teacher, in your world, was once the one who upheld the skeleton, omnipotent, a protective umbrella, a guiding light, a hero — that person, in your years, will gradually gray, age, and give you only companionship...

Not saying Fang Ziye has now surpassed Yuan Weihong; overall strength definitely cannot surpass, but partial strength definitely can.

Mainly, Yuan Weihong as a teacher, encountered such a beast as Fang Ziye, and at once didn't know what to say or what to teach. Some things, Yuan Weihong himself is still on the road of learning, while Fang Ziye scurried straight into his visual blind spot.

May I ask, three thousand li due east of your current location, what thing is there?

You cannot know, because it is outside your visual blind spot.

But Fang Ziye's gaze and heart held only gratitude.

Yuan Weihong to him, counted as like a teacher and father, a teacher-and-friend relationship.

If one must judge, one can only judge oneself "too unfilial"; only leaving Yuan Weihong over four years of master-addiction on oneself, then no more.

Fang Ziye's thoughts surged like tides; mainly his feelings for Yuan Weihong were perhaps at least several times Deng Yong's, even ten times.

Chance acquaintances can still add flowers to brocade; the grace of sending charcoal in snow is inevitably unforgettable for life.

Back then, that self who was humble to the bone, only he valued and pitied and supported you.

"Pa pa pa!" Fang Ziye suddenly heard clapping sounds.

Immediately followed by Professor Han Yuanxiao's voice: "Hey, Ziye, Ziye. Director Fang! ~"

Fellow trainees Jie Han and Lan Tianluo standing behind Fang Ziye simultaneously poked him awake; after Fang Ziye's consciousness returned, he shuddered slightly, lowered his chin a little, and apologized first: "Teacher Han, sorry."

Han Yuanxiao is now the Administrative Director, counting as one's superior, a leader.

Of course, Fang Ziye was very measured and did not shed his student identity at this critical juncture to directly call Director Han or anything else.

Still, that saying: in a teaching hospital, directors, deputy directors, professors, and associate professors are everywhere, and you hear them everywhere until you're sick of it; "Teacher" sounds the most comfortable and best embodies the word "teaching."

After Fang Ziye apologized, Liang Maolan, the original department head nurse who became head nurse last October, hurriedly said: "Director Han, the nurse on duty yesterday said Doctor Fang returned to the department very late to sleep, and went to run a consultation again at three in the morning, not returning until after seven."

"This work rhythm is still very hard."

It was fine if the head nurse didn't mention it, but once Head Nurse Liang Maolan mentioned it, Deng Yong's expression changed slightly.

Yao Maolan's following words were fine, but the sentence that Fang Ziye returned to the ward very late was not particularly friendly to Han Yuanxiao.

Now, by reason, Deng Yong had already stepped down from the position of Administrative Director, so the Trauma Surgery Department of Zhongnan Hospital should be under Han Yuanxiao's overall command; but the result was that after the big shots from the other two hospitals arrived, they didn't contact Han Yuanxiao and were directly led by Deng Yong into the operating room to work hard.

And what they did was a new project, a major project, a heavyweight project, which had nothing to do with him.

If Han Yuanxiao were a bit narrower-minded, it would be uncomfortable if he gave Fang Ziye some small shoes to wear in the future; even if he were generous, there would still be much discomfort left in his heart.

But it was obvious Han Yuanxiao was not such a person; he smiled and said: "Being Chief Resident is very hard, so our bed management doctors and followers must each perform their duties, and don't leave a mess for Boss to clean up, understand?"

"Let me emphasize one thing: my personal opinion may differ slightly from Teacher Deng's previous concepts. Teacher Deng, please don't mind."

Han Yuanxiao was very courteous; before he was promoted to Chief Physician, he was in the position now held by Xie Jinyuan, and followed Deng Yong. Moreover, Han Yuanxiao's own master's and doctoral mentors had already retired from frontline clinical work; being able to reach the position of Director was actually an opportunity given by Deng Yong.

Otherwise, given Deng Yong's current age, serving another term as Director, what problem could there be?

Deng Yong smiled and said to Professor Dong Yaohui: "We all listen to Director Han, right? Master?"

Dong Yaohui was Deng Yong's graduate supervisor; it was just that after Deng Yong became Director, he rarely called him Master in the department, but after losing power, there was no superior-subordinate relationship.

Master and disciple would not confuse the boundaries of power; Deng Yong Professor grasped this very well.

Dong Yaohui smiled: "You young people handle your own affairs; I am responsible for doing things."

Dong Yaohui had once been a Director himself and knew that Han Yuanxiao reaching the Director position at such an age was not easy and required many considerations.

When older, don't meddle in major direction issues; let young people handle it themselves, and allow young people freedom as long as they don't cross the bottom line.

And they shouldn't give Han Yuanxiao more restraint.

Han Yuanxiao then said: "I personally think the Chief Resident is not the clinical housekeeper, nor is he here to wipe everyone's butt; this is a position for tempering, not a position to take the blame."

"So there's another idea: to establish a Trauma Center Emergency Clinic in the Emergency Department..."

Damn, Fang Ziye understood instantly.

The three great professors truly deserve to be professors; they are all shrewd people!

The first benefit of establishing this Trauma Center Emergency Clinic was taken by Deng Yong; no way, Dong Wenqiang and Wang Yuanqi's professional abilities were there; the graduating students of Professor Dong Yaohui's group and Professor Han Yuanxiao's group, comparing comprehensive strength, were inferior.

The Trauma Center Emergency Clinic has Trauma Surgery doctoral students not selected; you select a Joint Surgery one? Then Deng Yong couldn't agree either.

However, the benefit was scooped up, and the matter was also requested by Deng Yong from Orthopedics Chief Du Xinzhan; the procedure was also run by Deng Yong himself with effort.

The personal favor was given to Han Yuanxiao, making those in the department who didn't know the inside story think—

Damn, Professor Han, Director Han Yuanxiao is so awesome, so capable; he just took office and was able to get so many employment positions exclusively for Trauma Surgery from the hospital and major departments.

This was a wave of winning people's hearts.

If it weren't that Yuan Weihong was commanded by Deng Yong to run the application procedures and then brought to teach Fang Ziye a lesson, Fang Ziye would also think this was striven for by Professor Han Yuanxiao.

As expected, after hearing this explosive news—

The three doctoral students Wang Yuanqi, Gu Yi, and Fan Yantong had their eyes light up straightaway!

Isn't this a turnaround situation?

Although Professor Han Yuanxiao said that the subsequent recruitment would still follow normal procedures.

But having an opportunity is better than none; Fang Ziye such a freak is purely an accident; among true peers of the same cohort, who wins the deer still depends on personal ability...

After handover came rounds.

During rounds, a group of doctoral and master's students walked several steps faster, as if injected with chicken blood, seeing a bright future...

Today Fang Ziye was lucky; throughout the rounds he wasn't summoned away by the "Great Summoning Technique."

After rounds, there was nothing more for Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye was no longer a master's student, no longer a bed management doctor; he didn't need to write medical records, issue medical orders, send surgery application forms, or do preoperative preparations and such.

Therefore, even though Professor Deng Yong directly led Fang Ziye into the Director's Office, no one found it strange. Yuan Weihong took advantage of having time, not an outpatient day or surgery day, thinking of going home to accompany his child...

Entering the door, Fang Ziye actively 'served' Deng Yong by pouring tea and water; when he handed the tea to Professor Deng Yong—

Deng Yong crossed his Erlang legs, leaned back, and after immersively sipping the tea with "slurp slurp," he smacked his lips and said: "Ziye, allowing you to graduate early was my proposal."

"So regarding this matter, you still have to take responsibility to the end."

"After you graduate early, it indeed slightly disrupts some of the department's planning and will attract some jealousy and resentment. These things may not surface, but they will sink deep into the heart."

"I don't like seeing internal strife."

"Occupying things and then looking for another, right? The opportunity is given; whether they can hold onto it depends entirely on their fortune."

"I am your Master; I gave you an early graduation opportunity, but I can't do a good deed badly and let you end up full of resentment."

"As for Master, I am slowly calculating to give you another clean and clear gift."

Deng Yong's words were also light and floating.

Just such a simple sentence, invisibly, like the heaviest fist, smashed into Fang Ziye's heart; after his heart felt a slight soreness, it could no longer come out.

Fang Ziye could only accept it calmly: "Thank you, Master."

Actually Fang Ziye didn't mind being resented by Senior Brothers; what was obtained by ability was at most sour lemons; damn it, if you have the ability, you graduate early and go pry open job positions.

I have ability but can't make a scene? Who isn't a student of this hospital? Who isn't a teacher's beloved disciple? My excellence is mine; if you beat me to death, I deserve it.

But being able to avoid resentment, Fang Ziye still felt it was better to feel refreshed all over!

"This tea tastes good; the tea you respect is especially good." Deng Yong seemed to have hidden meaning in his words.

Fang Ziye's eyelids flickered slightly; he understood Professor Deng Yong was saying that he, Fang Ziye, rarely treated those two words Deng Yong as Master.

But Deng Yong also said: once you've respected with tea, it counts as truly becoming a disciple.

This was not blaming Fang Ziye's previous thoughts; after all, Deng Yong himself, besides verbal promises, thought he hadn't given Fang Ziye any benefits.

Fang Ziye felt a pang of guilt for his earlier offense and laughed along, saying a few accompanying words.

After Deng Yong noticed the weariness hanging at the corners of his eyes, he said: "Go rest. During your Chief Resident period, sleep when you can, eat when you can, drink when you can, shit when you can."

"This talk is crude but the logic isn't crude."

"Yes, Master. I really am still a bit sleepy!" Fang Ziye replied.

How could he not be sleepy? Last night's sleep was like being raked by Pigsy's nine-toothed rake, fragmented and disconnected, more uncomfortable than an enlarged prostate, more uncomfortable than constipation.

Stepping out the door, Fang Ziye first looked toward the window. The scenery outside the window hadn't changed particularly, only the light was slightly brighter.

Master Yuan Weihong's Outstanding Youth Fund arrived; the next upgrade isn't something to expect in the short term.

Master Deng Yong?

Distinguished Youth, right?

Isn't it that he'll exceed the age limit the year after next? This thing doesn't wait for the outdated...

Then just do one's utmost to fight for it.

A Person of Gratitude shouldn't be divided by early or late; it's that my own vision was too limited.

If one carefully calculates the research project funds Teacher Deng Yong previously found for me, an ordinary Gold Master wouldn't give money like this.

(Chapter End)