Chapter 319: Silk Banner (Seeking Subscription)

Shu Lang, who lived in the same community as Fang Ziye, was on duty today; with a moment of leisure, Fang Ziye chatted with him in the doctor's office: "Shu Lang, how's the progress in the training room lately?"

At those words, Shu Lang gave a bashful smile, his face looking a bit miserable, his tone full of sighs: "Senior Brother, I feel a bit guilty toward the guidance from you and Senior Sister Luo..."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye said: "The re-examination results haven't been fully released yet; I estimate the graduate school is still reviewing them, so the outcome is actually still an unknown."

"I heard from my Master that your grades are actually pretty good."

Shu Lang was now already a Master's third-year student; Fang Ziye vaguely remembered that Shu Lang's suturing talent was quite good — back when he was in his second year of graduate school, he had already been ahead of Fang Ziye at the time, only to be caught up and then left far behind by Fang Ziye later!

All things considered, Shu Lang's current comprehensive operation level was stronger than last year's Li Yuanpei, only slightly inferior to Xiong Jinhuan; by rights, getting into a PhD program should be very steady for him.

It was just that Shu Lang's cohort of Master's students had expanded enrollment, causing the ratio of students to slots in this hospital, in the Trauma Surgery department, to be extremely tight; plus, students from outside hospitals also came to compete, so the pressure was extremely, extremely high.

Because there were truly too many monks and too little congee, the newly appointed Director Han Yuanxiao didn't even dare leak the results in advance.

"Hope so. Regardless of the result, later this month I still have to go try the assessments at Qilu and Zhengda First Affiliated Hospital — one more choice, one more path." Shu Lang said while drinking the coffee Fang Ziye treated him to.

His gaze toward Fang Ziye held nothing but envy.

Shu Lang vaguely remembered that a year and a half ago, his senior brothers all said that Wei Ge's student Fang Ziye had average level and performance, and estimated that even getting into a PhD program would be tough for him in the end.

Who knew that in his third year of graduate school, Fang Ziye would instantly turn the tables at light speed — a Zone 1 paper, passing the training room, entering a PhD via a special quota, appreciated by an old professor and sent to a prefecture-level city hospital to gain seniority.

In just a mere year and a half, he's already securely set to graduate and stay at the hospital, and his "Chief Resident" career is already underway.

Looking back on his past three-plus years of contact with Fang Ziye, Shu Lang could only sigh that one cannot judge a person by the surface.

"Mm, go try more places. Hand over all the beds you're in charge of; if you can't hand them over, tell me, and Senior Brother will help you hand them over." Fang Ziye agreed generously.

When he himself was in the stage of pursuing his future, no one made things difficult for him; so when his junior trainees pursue their futures, Fang Ziye would also uphold the principle of helping whenever he can.

Gong Ziming had followed Xie Jinyuan to the Emergency Department; currently, among this cohort of graduating Master's third-years, Shu Lang was the only one. Previously, Fang Ziye had been abroad and unable to offer guidance; now, only some wrap-up work remained.

It was quite sigh-inducing, but everyone has their own matters to be busy with; before one has fully grown, we are all just ordinary beings.

"Mm, if there's anywhere I need help, I'll have my senior brothers help. The offer I got for a job is in Yi City; only after the interview did I learn that Teacher Su of Trauma Surgery there is my direct senior brother..." Shu Lang replied, clearly having also received care.

"Right, Su..." Fang Ziye was just about to say something about Senior Brother Su Xiao when a family member was guided into the office by the nurse on duty at the nurse station.

"This is our department's Doctor Fang; are you looking for him?" the young nurse asked nervously — one look and you could tell she was an intern.

Fang Ziye wasn't old, and there was no other Doctor Fang in the department, but since the family had come to deliver a silk banner and the patient wasn't even an inpatient in the department, she didn't dare confirm whether they had the right person.

The visitors were a man and a woman; the woman held a red silk banner with gold trim, the middle-aged man carried fruit baskets in both hands, and their dress and appearance were quite refined.

"It's Doctor Fang Ziye; your department shouldn't have a second Doctor Fang, right?" the woman asked.

"May I ask who you are?" Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes slightly and walked out, trying hard to recall which patient's family this was, but he genuinely couldn't remember.

The man hurried in first to set the fruit basket on a desk, turning with a beaming smile: "Doctor Fang, we're Wang Mo's family. It was you, Doctor Fang, who emergency-operated in the Emergency Department last night and snatched him back from death."

"The Vascular Surgery doctors all said, thank goodness you acted in time; if you hadn't acted because you didn't want trouble, it would have been more ill luck than good. This is a life-saving grace too great to repay, so we brought some very simple ordinary gifts, hoping you'll like them..."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's gaze sharpened. With his extensive experience receiving silk banners and fruit baskets in Enshi, he strode quickly to the desk to examine the fruit basket — sure enough, there were envelopes tucked in the interlayer.

Turning his head, seeing the man wasn't very old, he said with almost no hesitation: "Old brother, if you bring a fruit basket and silk banner, I'd be very delighted; but if you put something inside, I don't like it."

"Take it back; I won't touch it."

"Doctor Fang, this is just a small token of sincerity, and it's because you saved a life..." the man still wanted to argue.

Fang Ziye then said: "This patient's family member, we can't think like that. Many emergency patients come to the hospital precisely to be saved; that's our duty. There's no need to say things like 'life-saving grace' to morally kidnap yourself."

"The patient is doing fine, able to open his mouth and smile and say thank you to us — that already makes us quite happy."

"This thing I won't take. There's a bomb inside. If you defuse the bomb, I can still have some fruit to eat; if you don't, you take it all back and eat it yourself."

This fruit basket couldn't be casually accepted. Speaking of it, Fang Ziye hadn't been told these rules before because back then he was a student — students had few chances to operate on the operating table, too far removed from the act of saving lives, and even further from gifts and silk banners.

So very few people told him these principles.

Of course, what made Fang Ziye very happy right now was that he had already taken another very large step forward, and had begun to come into contact with some things.

The man actually took back the three envelopes inside; they weren't thin, estimated at five or six thousand yuan — looks like the family background is quite well-off.

Only after that did Fang Ziye say thanks: "You've really gone to too much trouble; actually there's no need to be this troublesome."

He still accepted the silk banner and fruit basket.

The hospital explicitly prohibits and refuses inducements, mainly requiring that patients not give gifts, silk banners, and such; but in reality, if patients voluntarily want to give a little something, accepting it and putting it in the department for everyone to share isn't excessively nitpicked.

Before long, Fang Ziye saw the silk banner that belonged uniquely to him at Zhongnan Hospital.

Its production cost wasn't high, the calligraphy mounting was quite tacky, but it still held a rather special meaning for him.

He asked and learned that the patient from yesterday had already woken up today, though still in the ICU and not yet out; after they had gone in to visit, Fang Ziye saw the two of them off.

"Thank you. Because of my professional nature, I won't say things like goodbye to you."

"If fate allows, we'll meet on another occasion." Fang Ziye said.

"Eh eh eh, good good good, Doctor Fang you're a cultured person, your words sound so nice. Next time I come to Qing District, if there's anything to host, it seems I don't have your phone number, look..."

Fang Ziye had already waved bye-bye to him.

Personal phone, generally refuses outside delivery. And at this moment, the Chief Resident's old-style phone rang again...

(Chapter End)