Chapter 340

Liu Huanglong knew about Fang Ziye's matter, and it was precisely Liu Huanglong's fellow trainee at Zhongnan Hospital who had leaked the information to him.

It was precisely because Liu Huanglong knew that, due to Fang Ziye's matter, the Hand Surgery professors and Deng Yong from Trauma Surgery had quarreled, and the final result was naturally that Professor Deng Yong won the quarrel.

They cursed vilely in private; the most vicious words were that their own land produced no grain, yet they blamed others for not coming to their place to defecate and make manure...

The importance of suturing technique, this basic skill, in Hand Surgery is not less than a soldier's equipment and personal physical fitness.

At the Master's stage, he was able to push suturing technique to the "Entering the Hall" stage, and could complete nude mouse tail reattachment surgery with a vascular patency rate above 90%.

With such talent before them, it was like a starving ghost encountering fragrant steamed rice, or a lecherous old pervert who had lusted for years seeing a young girl throw herself into his arms; with a bit of cultivation, he might become a Hand Surgery big shot of terrifying strength.

Naturally, Fang Ziye's talent in Trauma Surgery was also not bad, and his later performance was even extremely dazzling; with the status of a soon-to-graduate Master's student, he won the "Special Prize" — this was definitely someone Professor Deng Yong treasured like a precious.

Such a person, with such a special identity, was exactly the tool-tiger Liu Huanglong used to drive the tiger to swallow the wolf.

Liu Huanglong was certain that Hand Surgery would definitely not have anyone dare go to Deng Yong again saying they wanted to bring Fang Ziye over, so with his greeting like this, even if Fang Ziye didn't answer, someone would likely pick up the conversation, and the matter would pass just like that.

Unexpectedly, Fang Ziye actually climbed up the pole a section further, and countered with a question.

"Professor Liu, which level of suturing technique are you referring to?"

Fang Ziye's expression was serious, the smile on his face belonging to a cheerful smile, not carrying any malicious mockery or sarcasm.

Professor Ni Yaoping of Hand Surgery knew Fang Ziye and remembered him deeply; hearing this he smiled casually and said, "Ziye, Professor Liu is joking with you, what 'which level'?"

"You still dare compare levels with Professor Liu? The level Professor Liu speaks of is a level higher than his own."

After Ni Yaoping explained this to Fang Ziye, he added, "Professor Liu, Ziye is our Orthopedics student, and has a rather cheerful and easygoing personality, so he occasionally makes a joke."

"Please don't take it seriously."

Ni Yaoping hurriedly spoke to explain, not wanting Fang Ziye to be disrespectful and clash with Liu Huanglong; whatever result came of a clash would be no good.

Liu Huanglong's attitude right now is very obvious — he actually just doesn't want to return to Zhongnan Hospital.

Liu Huanglong's current suturing technique level has already reached the peak within the "Entering the Hall" sequence, only a hair's breadth from the nation's top Hand Surgery big shots; who knows when he might reach that level of fire candidate.

For Liu Huanglong to demand someone with even more refined suturing technique than himself at this time — such people could only be found among the current Hand Surgery Director at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, and a few titans at Magic Capital Sixth Hospital, Huashan Hospital, and Jishuitan Hospital.

But hearing Fang Ziye speak like this, Liu Huanglong instead found this person interesting, and said, "Ziye, heard your suturing technique is very good; in our training room, how many in, how many out?!"

"Coincidentally, I'm also from this training room, and walked out from here too; why don't we go exchange pointers again?" Liu Huanglong seemed very willing to help his master's school, as if to knock down a peg the Fang Ziye who had once shown off in Hand Surgery.

Liu Huanglong had no other schedule arrangements for his visit to Zhongnan Hospital today. The reason he was anxious to leave just now was mainly because Professor Ni Yaoping kept persuading him from all angles to come to Zhongnan Hospital, offering to yield his position to Liu Huanglong to make up for past misunderstandings.

Liu Huanglong was unwilling, so he proposed eating first; after demonstrating in the training room, exchanging pointers with Professor Ni Yaoping, and leaving the training room, he saw Fang Ziye, and casually changed the topic to continue increasing the difficulty for Ni Yaoping.

Whether Liu Huanglong comes to Zhongnan or not, right now he holds the initiative.

He's doing very well at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, but it's precisely because he's doing too well that he collided with the current Hand Surgery Director Professor Zhong, who is also in his prime.

Liu Huanglong currently lacks the Administrative Director position, making further advancement difficult; if he demands a change, it can only be Professor Zhong yielding, or him transferring to another hospital as Administrative Director.

Demanding that a vigorous Professor Zhong, not yet fifty, step down — that would indeed be excessive.

Ni Yaoping and Yang Wenzheng's meaningful glances made Fang Ziye not dare act mischievous again: "Professor Liu, an exchange of pointers I definitely can't match you; you are the teacher, I happen to have learned suturing technique too, only regret no chance to formally study and see the upper limit."

Although Fang Ziye really wanted to get the bold promise Ni Yaoping made in Hand Surgery — whoever could bring Professor Liu Huanglong to Zhongnan, he would personally give 200,000, and could also apply to the hospital for a special talent recommendation reward of no less than 300,000 or even 500,000!

If one didn't want the hospital's talent recommendation reward, it could also be exchanged for many other resources.

All for the sake of Hand Surgery wanting a talent like Professor Liu Huanglong to return, willing to pay a huge price, willing to make many promises.

It's just throwing money!

Throwing it ruthlessly, throwing until everyone's hearts are moved.

Even Professor Deng Yong and Professor Han Yuanxiao and others were moved by this topic, discussing it privately a few times; at that time Fang Ziye was just a tea-server, but he listened and kept it in mind, only treating it as a joke.

Just now Professor Liu Huanglong used Fang Ziye as a provocation; the currently not-well-off Fang Ziye really wanted to rush up and go all out!

At Zhongnan Hospital, general talent recruitment costs only 150,000; medium-level talent recruitment only 300,000; only top-tier talent recruitment reaches 500,000.

However, as long as Liu Huanglong is brought to Zhongnan, Ni Yaoping personally gives 200,000, and the hospital can be applied to for the upper limit of 500,000 "Mana"!

How could this not be tempting?

"That works perfectly; I happen to have time today." Professor Liu Huanglong smiled.

Rather than being directly dragged to the dinner table by Ni Yaoping and the others, Liu Huanglong felt that if he could pull Fang Ziye along, it would definitely make the idle gossip by his ears much less.

Liu Huanglong turned back: "Professor Ni, since Ziye put it this way, you see, why don't we play in the training room a bit longer?"

"Speaking of which, Ziye's teacher Yuan Weihong and I got along quite well before; him calling me 'Teacher' is also acceptable..."

"Then let's watch together a bit more. It just so happens our Hand Surgery students, including me and Guan Qiquan, all feel we haven't watched enough..."

"Right, Qiquan?" Ni Yaoping looked at Guan Qiquan.

Guan Qiquan is Ni Yaoping's group's Associate Professor, and had met Fang Ziye before.

Guan Qiquan hurriedly nodded.

After that, everyone walked back.

Wen Dongfang and Old Professor Zhu Weiguo's expressions weren't very natural, but they also looked toward Fang Ziye's direction, introducing to Liu Huanglong: "Huanglong, anyway we're old now, so we don't fear the wind flashing our tongues."

"Ziye's talent is actually not less than yours. Although he spoke a bit disrespectfully before, he is indeed a moldable talent; currently in the Trauma Surgery field, at a young age, he already has quite a few operations he can show."

"And his manual reduction technique, even our Hubei Province's old Chinese doctors who were famed for manual reduction back then, feel he has already surpassed the blue from the indigo..."

The speaker was Old Professor Wen Dongfang; the other, Old Professor Zhu Weiguo, led Fang Ziye aside and instructed alone: "Just now Liu Huanglong pulled you in to block our mouths. To stop us from saying more about him returning home."

"I almost spoke harshly for you just now; didn't expect you actually said it out loud."

"This works too; you stood out! Let Liu Huanglong see that our hospital's Hand Surgery isn't something to be casually manipulated." Zhu Weiguo explained like this.

Indeed, currently Zhongnan Hospital's Hand Surgery development level is slightly inferior to the other three hospitals.

Peking Union Medical College Hospital's Hand Surgery can be called Hubei Province's best; Liu Huanglong's current unit is much better than Zhongnan Hospital.

But Fang Ziye's current age and suturing technique level represent top-tier potential; twenty-eight years old at "Entering the Hall" level suturing — looking nationwide, which specialty wouldn't love that?

Hearing Old Professor Zhu Weiguo speak like this, Fang Ziye glanced sideways slightly, and asked Zhu Weiguo, with whom he was very familiar: "Teacher Zhu. Meaning, if I render Professor Liu speechless today, it won't mess up the Hand Surgery teachers' arrangements and plans?"

Zhu Weiguo is an old fox; hearing Fang Ziye's words, he instantly understood Fang Ziye's meaning!

But even just hearing Fang Ziye express this meaning, his tongue went lame on the spot.

His mouth moved for a good while, yet he couldn't get the words out. His left hand gripped Fang Ziye's right forearm, tightening further, like an iron clamp.

A full ten-odd seconds passed before Professor Zhu Weiguo snapped out of it: "You can do it?"

"I think. I can try."

Fang Ziye's heart stiffened; for seven hundred thousand, Fang Ziye thought he could spend a wave of Knowledge Points.

Moreover, right at this moment, Fang Ziye had sufficient reason and paving the way.

"Teacher Zhu, before, when I went to Enshi, I actually specially sought out Professor Li Guohua; at the time I even made a military order with him, saying I very much hoped to obtain a clinical training opportunity."

"But unfortunately, after I returned, I had no opportunity to report my grades before Teacher Li. But I didn't deceive anyone, I really learned some things!"

"And after going overseas, although I didn't have the chance to operate, I had the chance to watch operations, and there was also a Skill Training Room to train in, so I took another small step forward..." Fang Ziye pinched out the distal tip of his index finger like this.

Gesturing a very small step.

But just these words made Zhu Weiguo's mood begin to fluctuate unpredictably, his expression a mix of joy and anger difficult to distinguish!

Immediately after, Zhu Weiguo side-eyed, turned his face away, far apart from Liu Huanglong, then spoke with complex emotion: "You just be excellent, pressing him down is even better! ~ The rest we've got covered."

"If you can keep him from coming to Zhongnan, I guarantee that what you get during work will be several times or even ten times what you can get now!"

Deal.

Fang Ziye hearing this smiled and silently began consuming.

No profit, no early rising; with profit, one must inevitably rise early.

No one can escape this vulgar thing called money.

(Chapter End)