Chapter 352

After the meal, Fang Ziye still returned to his post and packed a late-night snack for Big Brother Qin Geluo.

Qin Geluo had long passed the Chief Resident stage; now helping out at Deng Yong's arrangement was a favor, not helping was his duty — Fang Ziye could not possibly climb onto the roof and tear off the tiles.

Fang Ziye thought Qin Geluo would take the packed snack and leave, but unexpectedly Qin Geluo ate it right there, showing no intention of leaving; his gaze burned with the curiosity of a melon-eating onlooker: "Ziye, a brother from Hand Surgery asked me to inquire about Professor Liu Huanglong's news."

"Is it true that Professor Liu from Union Hospital is coming to our hospital's Trauma Surgery?"

Liu Huanglong, at least in Hubei Province's orthopedics field, is a rather hot topic; the slightest stir gets passed around, after all Professor Liu Huanglong's resume appears quite legendary in the present world.

A Deputy Chief Physician and Associate Professor at thirty-six — there are plenty nationwide; but a Chief Physician and full Professor at thirty-six — few and far between in the medical industry.

Fang Ziye's expression twisted at this moment; he scratched the side of his head: "Brother Luo, this melon, I also don't know how to put it."

"The follow-up can only be handled by Professor Deng; to tell the truth, I'm also in a confused state right now. The talks about Professor Liu coming to Zhongnan Hospital were conducted by the Hand Surgery teachers; after terms were settled, Professor Liu then wanted to come to our Trauma Surgery."

"The logic of this choice, I can't read through it!"

Qin Geluo wasn't just asking for the reason; he took a deep breath: "Then it's confirmed true."

"My oh my, if our department gets a fierce tiger like Professor Liu Huanglong, who knows how things will develop from now on."

"First, the biggest impact is on Xie Jinyuan, Peng Long, and Chen Fang……"

Qin Geluo started grilling barbecue with one hand, his gaze turning bewildered.

Those Qin Geluo mentioned are all Associate Professors in the department; in terms of seniority, Peng Long outranks Xie Jinyuan, Xie Jinyuan was promoted to Associate Professor before Chen Fang.

But in terms of accumulation and growth, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan came from behind to take the lead. The reason he transferred to Emergency was that Trauma Surgery had no Chief Physician position left……

The department has three Professors: Professor Han Yuanxiao was just recently promoted to Chief Physician, Professor Deng Yong is in his prime, Old Professor Dong Yaohui retired only a year and a half ago, in the golden period of re-employment.

Under such a situation, if Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan were promoted to Chief Physician, his only choice would still be to tag along with the other Chief Physicians — one ward, unable to split out a fourth group; Zhongnan Hospital doesn't have that many groups to divide.

Now it's even better: Liu Huanglong, this outside Chief Physician, comes down the mountain like a fierce tiger; with Liu Huanglong's credentials and resume, Zhongnan Hospital itself will step in and must give Liu Huanglong a seat — then how should the department handle itself?

Qin Geluo, occupying a high position, analyzed more than Fang Ziye. Moreover, with the department gaining another Chief Physician of limitless prospects, the multiple-choice questions Qin Geluo and other Attending Physicians must face are also quite critical.

It appears Professor Deng Yong's prospects are the best — about to go for Distinguished Youth.

But the newly arrived Liu Huanglong brings that kind of hat himself……

After chatting for about half an hour, Fang Ziye bid farewell to Qin Geluo: "Brother Luo, see you tomorrow; today really troubled you, sorry about that."

Fang Ziye is the Chief Resident; with no illness, no pain, no special circumstances like wedding leave, troubling Qin Geluo called for some politeness.

"No no no, today getting to know such an explosive piece of news, staying up a bit longer is worth it."

"Ziye, our hospital's Trauma Surgery might just take a step forward." Qin Geluo spoke with weighty meaning, implying something but not saying it outright.

Pushing open the door, he left the Chief Resident's on-call room and walked out.

Fang Ziye couldn't figure out many more details; his current vision was limited to knowing Liu Huanglong would come to Zhongnan.

Anyway, right now he's just a small fry; doesn't matter, and he won't have any pressure.

He sorted through the unread messages from his fellow trainees and Luo Tingzhu, and replied to Luo Tingzhu: "Last night I received a mangled extremity case; surgery lasted until past eleven; you should have been asleep; rest early……"

……

April 5th.

Union Hospital, Hand Surgery.

After handing over the shift and finishing rounds, Professor Zhong Junyu told the Associate Professors in the group: "You go to the OR first; when you reach the most critical step, call me."

Having spoken, Zhong Junyu left very directly, heading toward his office.

A group of people stared at each other, no one saying much.

The junior doctors hurriedly quickened their pace and scattered; this big melon in the department is hard to swallow, really bloating……

In the Director's Office, the furnishings were relatively luxurious: two genuine leather sofa armchairs against the wall, a tea table between them, the tea set on it steaming.

Liu Huanglong was sitting pouring tea; seeing Professor Zhong Junyu walk in, he rose at once, his tone and expression both serious: "Director Zhong, you've come."

Zhong Junyu was tall and sturdy, a full 1.9 meters, broad-framed; though over fifty, he had no white hair, not even a receding hairline.

Habitually dressed in a formal suit and leather shoes; at this moment the soles of his leather shoes tapped on the floor with a *tap-tap* sound, the sound now like a deep well: "If I didn't come any longer, Huanglong you'd be in trouble."

"Huanglong, how do you truly plan in your heart?"

"If you choose to go to Magic Capital Sixth Hospital, Huashan Hospital, Jingdu Third Hospital, or Jishuitan, I have no objection; supporting you in pursuing your future, I will back you. Zhongnan Hospital's platform is too small; if you don't want to be trapped in a scheme, I'll go rogue!"

"Sit!"

Zhong Junyu's tone held no anger or panic, but was unhurried as he explained what he meant to say, then gestured for Liu Huanglong to sit as well, and even pushed the tea lid, lifting the hot tea to his lips.

Zhong Junyu, Professor at Union Hospital, Administrative Director of Hand Surgery, Group Leader of the Hand Surgery Group of the Hubei Medical Association Orthopedics Branch, currently the Holder of the Ox Ear in Hubei Hand Surgery, and still holding a seat in the Eastern Han Hand Surgery Academic Committee.

Union Hospital's Hand Surgery currently stands at the top in Hubei Province, and does not feel Zhongnan Hospital's Hand Surgery has any outstanding points, nor does it feel Zhongnan Hospital's Trauma Surgery is particularly remarkable.

Liu Huanglong sighed and said: "Professor Zhong, this time I was indeed negligent; I thought I could tactfully decline Professor Ni's good intentions through a clever workaround, but never expected that a randomly grabbed person would force me onto a tightrope."

"Fang Ziye, right?"

Zhong Junyu set down his teacup and seriously spoke out the name of a Doctor who had just graduated.

"Yes!" Liu Huanglong nodded.

"The matter is two-way; likewise, this Fang Ziye is also a top seedling of our Hand Surgery; you needn't mind whether the current situation is walking a tightrope — speak your truest inner thought."

"A freshly graduated student — knows best to choose a good tree to roost in; I don't believe it — I'm willing to throw two million at him, and he still won't come." Zhong Junyu's tone was extremely domineering.

Hearing this, Liu Huanglong's brows knitted.

By common sense, a unit like Hanzhong Xiehe Hospital willing to spend two million to recruit someone, on the premise of actively showing goodwill, really wouldn't fail to move a few students.

But Liu Huanglong still reminded: "Director Zhong, for others it might work, but this Fang Ziye — his teacher is Yuan Weihong."

"You may not be very familiar with Yuan Weihong, but Yuan Weihong's teacher was Professor Chu of Zhongnan Hospital Trauma Surgery; back then, after Professor Chu passed away unexpectedly, his disciples either left or scattered……"

"But Yuan Weihong stayed; and later, Professor Deng Yong, for the sake of stability, did not practice nepotism to keep his own student, but let Yuan Weihong stay at the hospital; now Fang Ziye is also Professor Deng Yong's student — trying to move him with profit."

"I feel it might not be enough."

Zhong Junyu's brows locked: "Deng Yong — is he the one in Zhongnan Hospital Surgery who spends money most freely, has the thickest skin, and constantly asks the hospital for money?"

"Exactly!" Liu Huanglong nodded.

"The other supervisors are just putting on a persona, but this Deng Yong, he genuinely spends money and runs around for his subordinates and students; he's the most protective one." Liu Huanglong said.

"Then what do you mean?" Zhong Junyu sighed, looking at Liu Huanglong; actually, Zhong Junyu already had the answer in his heart.

Liu Huanglong's expression turned serious, with all the previous words as paving the way.

Liu Huanglong said: "Teacher Zhong, Hand Surgery and Trauma Surgery are inseparable; Hand Surgery is ultimately a sub-specialty sub-group separated from Trauma Surgery, and in this day and age, it's very hard to have a breakthrough."

"The upper limit and form have already been divided up quite fully by the predecessors."

"So, I want to switch paths. After all, Director Zhong you also know, Hand Surgery doesn't care if there's one more Liu Huanglong or one less Liu Huanglong."

Zhong Junyu fell silent upon hearing this.

What Liu Huanglong said was the truth.

The most core surgeries of Hand Surgery are Finger Replantation Surgery and Limb Replantation Surgery, but these two techniques have already reached an absolute barrier period; the other disease types in Hand Surgery also find it hard to have a route that can support Hand Surgery continuing to move forward.

Equivalent to, the upper limit and ceiling of Hand Surgery have already been fixed here.

Liu Huanglong is young and promising, a Chief Physician in his thirties, naturally he doesn't want to make no further progress for the rest of his life; this life, just within this small frame, doing twenty-plus years as a surgical craftsman.

"Huanglong, then I wish you a bright future." Zhong Junyu no longer insisted on persuading him to stay.

If Liu Huanglong himself stepped into a trap and wanted to withdraw, Zhong Junyu would spare no effort to help, but Liu Huanglong himself wants to change the current situation, heading toward a bigger pool to seek a breakthrough of the upper limit.

Zhong Junyu has no reason to persuade him to stay.

If it were someone else, speaking such words that Hand Surgery's upper limit is ultimately limited, Zhong Junyu would absolutely give them a slap across the face; can you fucking see this upper limit?

But the person before him is Liu Huanglong.

Liu Huanglong now has already walked seventy to eighty percent of the journey in Hand Surgery, but Liu Huanglong's life trajectory has actually just begun.

Thirty-six years old ah, a thirty-six-year-old medical practitioner, those who run very fast are a batch of Deputy Chief Physicians and Outstanding Youth Fund recipients like that; those who run slow are still spinning around blindly at the Deputy Director Physician or Attending Physician level.

But Liu Huanglong has already run to a place very close to the limit.

Water need not be deep, if there is a dragon it becomes spiritual. But shallow water never holds a dragon!

It's not that Peking Union Medical College Hospital is bad, but the Hand Surgery industry?

"But actually the common people need Hand Surgeons." Zhong Junyu still tried, using this rope of morality to try once.

(Chapter End)