Chapter 350

"Yuan Weihong, what did you say? Liu Huanglong? Our Trauma Surgery?" Teacher Deng's incredulous questioning voice came through the phone.

Clearly in Deng Yong's view, these two matters were completely unrelated.

"Mm, the current situation is just like this. I don't know exactly what's going on either. Teacher Deng, I was still allowed to step down by you halfway through..." Yuan Weihong explained his position.

Teacher Deng, our vision is the same. The reason I stepped down and rushed to the Emergency Operating Room was because I heard Fang Ziye and Professor Liu Huanglong cracking a joke in the Training Room.

The joke was initiated by Liu Huanglong, it involved Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye felt it wasn't satisfying enough, so he charged up.

Then this matter actually also involved money. The department discussed it for a while, and at that time Fang Ziye was right there...

"No, Yuan Weihong, was the idea of bringing Liu Huanglong to Trauma Surgery yours?"

"I feel only you could pull off something like this."

"But? You're not unaware either. This Liu Huanglong is a festering sore that Hand Surgery can't even cover up with a fig leaf. You're now trying to lure him to our Trauma Surgery — whose life do you want to make miserable?" Deng Yong immediately thought this was Yuan Weihong's rotten idea.

Because in the department, the only one currently whose persona truly leans that way, the one even Deng Yong can't figure out, is Yuan Weihong.

North Sea One Leaf, very arrogant, riding high.

Yuan Weihong pulled Fang Ziye and Xiong Jinhuan along. Because the subsequent topics were rather sensitive, Yuan Weihong led the two toward the stairwell, walking down, avoiding the elevator.

Approaching twelve o'clock, the stairwell — it would be hard to encounter a ghost, let alone a person.

When they reached the landing, Yuan Weihong finally explained, his tone serious: "Teacher Deng, you're really overestimating me. Could Professor Liu be someone I can pry away?"

"Professor Liu is a Chief Physician and Professor at Peking Union Medical College Hospital. He lost his temper right in front of me, and I could only retreat three leagues to parry. He's a free agent. How could he possibly listen to me?"

"This is his choice. I'm still muddled about it to this day..."

"However, I speculate this is related to Liu Huanglong and Ziye cooperating on that mangled extremity limb-salvage surgery. Professor Liu saw Fang Ziye's operation, and chose to..."

Yuan Weihong explained a whole pile, and had no choice but to explain.

"What?" The heavyweight bomb Yuan Weihong dropped made Deng Yong unable to stay calm again.

"Let's talk when we meet. Don't know if your expression ability has a problem, or my reception ability has a problem, or the matter is too complex — can't be explained clearly over the phone."

"Meet at Old Place BBQ Restaurant on Han Street."

"I'm coming out right now." Deng Yong directly settled it.

Hearing this, the call ended.

Xiong Jinhuan trembled on the side, pleading: "Wei... Wei Ge, I don't seem hungry, and I'm a bit tired. Can I go back to the dormitory first?"

This melon is too big. Eating it would bloat me to death!

Xiong Jinhuan naturally wanted to flee. What late-night snack, what superior treating — damn it, it'll definitely be an Asura field later. She'd hear things she shouldn't hear.

Liu Huanglong has always been a sensitive topic in Zhongnan Hospital's Orthopedics Department.

He was the first, and also one of only two, who walked out of Ben Yuan, broke through the Training Room, and gained the opportunity to pursue a doctorate as a Master's Student. The second was Fang Ziye.

The other doctors who successfully broke through the Training Room to pursue doctorates all came from outside hospitals.

Yet such a person with so much topic sensitivity ultimately failed to successfully stay in Hand Surgery to pursue a doctorate. After going to Peking Union, he soared — Deputy Chief Physician at thirty-two, Chief Physician at thirty-six!

This is the medical profession. The number of people nationwide who can be evaluated as Chief Physician and Professor at thirty-six, even adding historical figures, absolutely does not exceed ten.

"Then you go." Yuan Weihong currently had no mind to care about Xiong Jinhuan's fear, nor would he overthink Xiong Jinhuan's concerns.

"Master, I'm supposed to be on Emergency Duty Shift. I originally asked Big Brother Qin Geluo to cover the shift. Now that I've finished surgery, if I don't go take over the shift and let Brother Luo go back to rest, it's not appropriate." Fang Ziye said this after Xiong Jinhuan left.

"Reason and sentiment say you should go take over the shift, but the current situation already doesn't allow you to care too much about innate reason and sentiment."

"If this matter isn't explained clearly, isn't handled well, it'll cause an uproar."

"We can't possibly hold the line." Yuan Weihong didn't agree to let Fang Ziye go back to cover the shift, and said: "Qin Geluo is already staying in the hospital. Let him stay a bit longer. We'll go find Teacher Deng first..."

Yuan Weihong rode an electric scooter, carrying Fang Ziye on the back. They stopped in the middle of Han Street, went down the stairwell, and quickly found the Old Place Teacher Deng mentioned.

Business inside was brisk. After Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye entered, they found a spot and sat down first.

Soon, Deng Yong arrived. He wasn't wearing formal work attire, just casually threw on a T-shirt and walked out. After finding Fang Ziye and the other, he had Yuan Weihong order.

He asked Fang Ziye: "Ziye, are your Debridement Technique and Suturing Technique really as divine as Yuan Weihong says? Last time I watched you, it didn't seem very...?"

Deng Yong's face was full of doubt.

Fang Ziye hurriedly explained: "Master, last time with the mangled extremity, I didn't do the debridement. I only sutured a few blood vessels. I didn't suture any tendons either."

This misunderstanding must not get big.

"Master, you also know. Last year, my Suturing Technique already had some feel. I practiced abroad for a while. After returning, during my Chief Resident period, the quantity of debridement, small sutures, and outpatient surgeries cutting lumps wasn't small either."

"That's how I got the feel."

Fang Ziye didn't know how to describe the Level 5 title in the routine domain. Although he'd heard it's similar to a National Treasure Doctor's realm of basic skills, Fang Ziye couldn't very well blow his own trumpet.

Besides, it's just basic skills after all.

Having rice and rich ingredients doesn't mean you'll definitely eat exquisite cuisine. The processing procedure is also very important.

Deng Yong very obviously cared more about whether his own family's Ziye had really become more formidable, rather than the trouble Liu Huanglong coming to Trauma Surgery would bring to Trauma Surgery.

After getting confirmation, Deng Yong let out a breath of relief: "Having progress is a good thing."

"This basic skill is like internal force. Specialty surgical techniques are moves. The more profound the internal force, the greater the power of the moves one can execute."

"At your age, to possess such basic skills — I simply can't imagine your future achievements. Perhaps you really can break Old Wu's legendary achievement, going from unknown to the pinnacle of the world in ten years!"

Old Academician Wu Mengchao was the living miracle Teacher Deng had seen. Although he has now passed away, his legendary deeds currently only dare to be written in textbooks. No teaching hospital dares to take his deeds as a target to chase.

Ten years. Ten years is too short.

Medical students: five years undergraduate, six years Master's and Doctorate — that's eleven years already. After learning out, they can only become the stepping stone and good embryo of a specialty. They still have to be slowly tempered and crawl their way up.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye raised his little claw.

This action of Fang Ziye instantly made Deng Yong's heart tighten.

Ever since he specially started paying attention to Fang Ziye, every time after Fang Ziye raised his little claw out of habit, the inevitable events that followed were not small.

But the matter itself is already not small now, so he asked: "You speak. What matter? Anyway, right now no matter what matter, it all seems to be just like that."

"Let me explain to you. Professor Liu Huanglong was originally going to pursue a doctorate at our hospital, but a few days before the PhD application assessment began, he was called in for a private talk by a professor from Hand Surgery, who told him to try his luck with other professors."

"However, that professor had previously promised Liu Huanglong, so it was breaking his word and benefiting from it. The root cause lies in switching masters, for the sake of his junior's future prospects."

"By the time Liu Huanglong found out, it was naturally too late to switch masters; other professors had already committed to other people, and it was impossible for them to change their minds at the last minute."

"So, Liu Huanglong went to the Training Room at Union Hospital..."

Fang Ziye's gaze tightened, but Deng Yong saw through Fang Ziye's doubt: "In the end, it was the Old Professor who stepped in. Besides Wen Dongfang and Zhu Weiguo, there was originally a third retired Old Professor from Hand Surgery, but the reason he no longer exists is that he was jointly reported by their even older Old Professor..."

"You also know, once reputation collapses, the title of Chief Physician won't be lost, but the Professor title is definitely gone. And in the industry, no matter how capable you are alone, generally you cannot fight against a whole unit."

"Coupled with Professor Liu Huanglong's unexpected rise, his reputation in the province is already ruined, and even if he wanted to develop in other provinces, the deceased Old Professor from Hand Surgery wouldn't agree."

"The grudge is like this..."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's swallowing motion became tighter: "Master, when I was in the Training Room, Old Professor Zhu Weiguo approached me, saying if I could render Professor Liu Huanglong speechless, he could apply for some talent recommendation funds for me."

"I thought at the time, no matter how inadequate, my suturing technique basic skills should be enough to exchange pointers with Professor Liu. The result was, I did it, but Professor Liu somehow..."

"Of course, now I know. He wants to come to our Trauma Surgery. Master, look, how should this matter be handled afterward?"

Deng Yong: "..."

The headhunter hunted the talent to his own company, you really did a personnel job.

Deng Yong took a deep breath and said irritably: "What else can be done? You flip your hands and throw it to Master to carry?"

"You two calling me, isn't it just for this little scheme?"

Deng Yong acting as the Stove God is not once or twice. When Fang Ziye was in Enshi, people had asked whether Fang Ziye's whole body of kung fu was obtained from Deng Yong's true transmission.

Deng Yong could only say yes, even the manual reduction technique, he also said yes.

Stove God, professional scapegoat.

"Master, this can't be blamed on me either. Professor Liu only agreed to come to Zhongnan with them, but didn't agree to go to Hand Surgery. It was the Hand Surgery professor who wasn't cautious enough during the talk."

Fang Ziye said with a slight air of innocence.

"The reasoning is that reasoning, but right now you just lifted the fig leaf that someone had been eagerly expecting to get. Do you think that incident back then was really glorious?"

"Such things are not few internally. If it weren't for Professor Liu Huanglong being excellent enough, this matter wouldn't have blown up..."

(Chapter End)