Chapter 333: Indentured Contract and Contract (Second Update, Asking for Subscription)

The inpatient general office knows neither the passing of years nor day and night.

Eat when hungry, sleep when tired, wake up and first check the time, then see if you need to immediately run a consultation, complete the daily quantified tasks, and so on.

When Fang Ziye woke again from the operating room, it was already 7:40.

Breakfast definitely couldn't be eaten in time, clothes couldn't be changed in time either; at most he could use the toilet, and even then only to pee, because he had to go to the department for the morning handover.

Confirming the time, right, it was no longer the weekend, it had become Monday again. Morning handover was required.

After graduation, the benchmark is employment; the atmosphere after employment is the workplace. He had only finished his defense yesterday, so today he absolutely couldn't just disregard everything, not even attend the morning handover.

Wouldn't that be giving Professor Han, this department director, no face at all?

Although Fang Ziye currently hadn't signed a contract or indentured contract, the personnel department was just waiting to go through the procedures.

To sign a contract, at minimum Fang Ziye had to complete his defense, and the school had to agree to tentatively issue the degree certificate and diploma!

Otherwise, under Orthopedics' instigation, they signed a contract with Fang Ziye, but Fang Ziye didn't graduate — that joke would be a bit too big.

After Fang Ziye arrived at the department, Luo Tingzhu very thoughtfully brought xiaolongbao.

"Last night, I heard from other departments' senior brothers that they saw Senior Brother you in the operating room; I guessed your schedule was irregular again, so I brought you breakfast."

Luo Tingzhu's words were a bit convoluted, but if you grasp one rule — plain 'senior brother' only refers to Fang Ziye, all other senior brothers get a prefix — the meaning becomes much easier to understand.

"Thanks, but there's a problem: how do you have so many senior brothers' contact info, and how can you chat with them so late?"

"I might get jealous, you know?" Fang Ziye joked.

Luo Tingzhu turned away to avoid suspicion, then turned back, blinking: "Really? Senior Brother?"

"Getting jealous is real, but I wouldn't get jealous over this."

"I just want to confirm with you again: have you decided, are you set on taking the Digestive Internal Medicine path from now on?" Fang Ziye ate xiaolongbao while keeping Luo Tingzhu in his inpatient general office.

It was broad daylight, so there was no need to worry about idle gossip. If it were evening, Fang Ziye definitely wouldn't dare bring Luo Tingzhu in alone; the suspicious impression would be bad.

Luo Tingzhu's employment plan was still the same as before, insisting on transferring to the Digestive Internal Medicine specialty.

"Senior Brother, I originally chose Trauma Surgery just for convenient employment; now that I have a bit of foundation, I feel I can get employed in Digestive Internal Medicine, and I like it more." Luo Tingzhu nodded, then nodded again.

This wasn't the first time Luo Tingzhu said she liked Digestive Internal Medicine; moreover, Luo Tingzhu's initial reason for coming to Trauma Surgery was that employment was relatively simple.

Fang Ziye said: "Internal Medicine employment is even more competitive than Surgery, Xiao Nuomi. Our hospital's talent recruitment standards have been pushed up by these senior sisters."

"Remember last year? Our hospital's Rheumatology and Immunology had a senior sister — one JAMA main journal, one Nature sub-journal, all other papers — only then did she get the top-tier talent recruitment spec."

"With my current CV, I can only land a medium-level one; if you rush into Digestive Internal Medicine, you probably won't even get the most basic without something like a BMJ-level paper."

Very early on, Yuan Weihong had explained to Fang Ziye that employment falls into three types.

One is ordinary, two is medium talent recruitment, three is top-tier.

If Fang Ziye stayed the full three years in his doctorate honestly, he could certainly expect top-tier talent recruitment, but graduating early this long, wanting top-tier would be a pipe dream.

Fang Ziye now only hoped for a medium-level talent recruitment bonus!

Employ first; the difference between a 300,000 bonus and a 500,000 bonus isn't especially large after employment.

Zhongnan Hospital's Surgery, even for new staff, a monthly salary of 15,000 is really easy. And during this period, publishing papers and other bonuses — whatever should be gotten can still be gotten in full, so there's no need to wait several more years just for top-tier talent recruitment.

"Doesn't matter either way, I'm not afraid!" Luo Tingzhu looked at Fang Ziye, her eyes holding a touch of admiration.

Fang Ziye's family background was ordinary, even worse than hers, yet he relied on his own effort to obtain so much research and professional reserve, getting talent recruitment funds early — this was extremely outstanding.

More importantly, Fang Ziye's growth, Luo Tingzhu had mostly been by his side, watching bit by bit as he accumulated these workloads and professional techniques.

Having accompanied, there arises a hard-won affection.

A life partner never needs to be the absolute top; if you can drift along together, that is the best.

Luo Tingzhu also knew she wasn't the best, and was very fortunate that she could walk forward slowly together with Fang Ziye.

"Fine then; actually, Internal Medicine enduring the lab is like Surgery enduring the training room — both are enduring."

"Comparatively, the physical exertion of enduring the lab is slightly less than Surgery's training room and real clinical work; if you really come to Trauma Surgery later, when you serve as chief resident, I'll feel heartache for you." Fang Ziye was in this position himself, so he spoke the truth.

"It's time for handover, Senior Brother." Luo Tingzhu changed the subject first, then added:

"Senior Brother, today is another day when new interns rotate in; the previous batch will rotate out to other places."

"Also, it's late March, early April; I heard our department will get a visiting doctor, who was originally in Joint Surgery!"

Luo Tingzhu seemed like Fang Ziye's capable housekeeper, having carefully organized many department matters.

Fang Ziye also knew this visiting doctor's big brother, saying: "Yes, this visiting doctor's old brother is also quite interesting; he only knew to seek out Professor Du Xinzhan at first, because Professor Du Xinzhan loves teaching most, so he wanted to learn more."

"But after arriving he discovered, the Joint Surgery here is completely different from their Joint Surgery; theirs does mostly joint fractures, almost no joint replacement patients..."

Fang Ziye had stayed in Enshi, knowing prefecture-level city hospitals have very few joint replacement patients; such major surgeries, patients are more willing to spend extra money to go to the provincial capital.

Luo Tingzhu sneakily glanced at Fang Ziye, looking a bit mischievous.

Fang Ziye then said: "You're this clever, you shouldn't let department rumors disturb your state of mind."

"Among the interns there's a girl who's very pretty, but I truly only treat her as a student; she just asked a few more questions in the training room."

"Think about it — you used to ask Senior Brother questions very generously too, right?"

Seeing Luo Tingzhu still had a hint of jealousy, and deliberately mentioning the previous batch of interns leaving, Fang Ziye read her meaning.

At first she asked Fang Ziye if he was jealous, but actually she was the one who got jealous first...

Luo Tingzhu told the truth: "But many senior brothers who answered my questions before mostly had ill intentions; later they kept sending me messages."

Finishing, Luo Tingzhu walked out of the inpatient general office door, hands behind her back, looking a bit old-fashioned and domineering.

Fang Ziye quickly finished the xiaolongbao, also went out, then entered the doctor's office first to start handover.

Late March, not yet early April, not the first working day of January, so handover wasn't complicated.

But over the weekend Fang Ziye had already finished his defense; the defense result was agreement to confer the doctorate.

Therefore, Professor Han Yuanxiao, after finishing handover, immediately in his capacity as department director, called Fang Ziye this chief resident into the director's office.

Professor Deng Yong continued leading people on ward rounds and to the operating room for surgery day work, and did not specially wait for Fang Ziye.

"Ziye, want tea?" After Fang Ziye entered, Professor Han Yuanxiao actually poured tea for Fang Ziye on his own initiative.

The water had been boiled long ago, clearly prepared in advance; Fang Ziye had no chance to curry favor at all. Professor Han Yuanxiao had already poured the tea.

"Thank you, Teacher Han!" Fang Ziye sat on half his buttocks, carefully setting the teacup down.

"Ziye, have you ever thought about coming over to help me out? Professor Deng Yong actually already has a talent pool." Han Yuanxiao opened with a nuclear bomb right away.

Fang Ziye, this workplace novice, how to handle this scene — his expression froze there at once: "Teacher Han, this?"

"Ziye, after starting work, actually being too entangled with your master's school isn't a particularly good thing."

"You can look across our Trauma Surgery, even the entire Orthopedics Department — basically, teacher-student relationships don't stay crowded together forever; in the end they all trend towards separation."

"There are fixed reasons for this."

"And you, if you want to progress and develop upward, jumping out of your original framework is very important."

"Because compared to pressing your own direct senior brother until he can't breathe, pressing a senior brother who isn't your own direct senior brother will make your mood a bit more relaxed."

"Compared to giving your own teacher a sense of urgency, giving your superior a sense of urgency is more in line with common emotion — this is called 'break and then establish.' What do you think?" Han Yuanxiao explained like this.

Not entirely unreasonable, yet not absolute truth either.

Fang Ziye had never thought about things at this level before, so he frankly said: "Teacher Han, deciding this issue right now would be too hasty."

"My contract hasn't even been signed yet; as for what kind of planning there is for later, I haven't discussed it with my teacher yet either."

Han Yuanxiao had also come through such a state: "Of course, definitely not asking you to come to my side right now; even if you come, it would be you deciding to come yourself, or even Teacher Deng Yong sending you to me."

"Otherwise I wouldn't dare keep you either; I just want to give you this heads-up. So that when you hear this suggestion later, you won't be at a loss instead."

"At a stage, following the group where the department director is — basically a necessity for everyone's growth in our hospital. Also the kind of experience reserve that best tempers people and improves the capability to control structures later."

Fang Ziye heard this, his heart tightened slightly.

Silently nodded, expressing agreement.

The doctoral defense — mostly the final chapter of a life of study; one step across, and it's hard to turn back again.

Unless like Lan Tianluo, exceptionally gifted — or who could possibly return to a student life and become carefree again?

One step across, and it's employment, it's the workplace.

No matter how harmonious the workplace, it cannot avoid the most basic two words: 'promotion.'

(Chapter End)