Chapter 354: The Real Contract of Sale (Seeking Subscriptions)

"Any thoughts?" Deng Yong asked Fang Ziye after Professor Zhu Weiguo and Professor Ni Yaoping left.

Fang Ziye knew this was his Master deliberately guiding him toward 'Superior' 'Leader' thinking.

"One must learn how to conduct oneself, and also be generous." After careful analysis, Fang Ziye replied calmly.

This was the only reason Fang Ziye could come up with.

To tell the truth, if Old Professor Zhu Weiguo and Hand Surgery Professor Ni Yaoping came to Trauma Surgery to curse and shout, Fang Ziye felt that would be a comparatively normal state; rather, it was the current situation that left Fang Ziye unable to figure things out.

"When you've been a leader to a certain degree, you'll discover that sitting in every position is about conducting oneself."

"I won't elaborate deeply on this with you; you'll slowly come to understand it later."

"It's just that the department's current situation will produce a rather critical problem. Han Yuanxiao should have approached you before; he said he hoped you'd follow him for a while, right?" Deng Yong asked.

Han Yuanxiao had discussed this matter with Deng Yong; it was a stepping stone laid for Fang Ziye's future prospects.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Yes, Master. My answer to Professor Han was that I listen to your arrangement, Master, and did not agree outright."

"At the time, neither you nor Teacher Yuan discussed this matter with me, so I dared not decide on my own."

It wasn't that Fang Ziye was servile, that he absolutely had to fawn over his two Masters; rather, in a top-tier unit like Zhongnan Hospital, without a Master's School backing you, every step you take is thorns and pitfalls.

What Fang Ziye was thinking of with his whole heart right now was another issue: he felt heartache for his Master Yuan Weihong.

Yuan Weihong had no Master's School.

"Not agreeing is also a good thing; this is how personal encounters differ. Choices at every moment might all be good, but we can only choose the single best path."

"Liu Huanglong's guts are far bigger than we imagined. He actually dared to say in front of Professor Zhong Junyu that Hand Surgery's upper limit restricted his development — at least he expressed that layer of meaning. Even I wouldn't dare compare with that kind of guts."

"Of course, big guts must have big achievements, big drive."

"For the sake of progress, Liu Huanglong could be so bold — it's practically giving up many things, crossing a single-plank bridge. We have no reason to shy away from difficulties."

"Whether outsiders later say our Zhongnan Hospital aims too high, or say we're frogs in a well who don't know what's good for us — we just do our own part well."

"One word: fight."

"There's an ancient saying: 'When successful, benefit all under heaven; when poor, cultivate oneself alone.'"

"We doctors are actually the same: the first thirty years running around for our own careers; the later years, either mechanistically laboring to treat already mature disease types."

"But if there's still a bit of empathy, since our current positions have already solved our basic livelihood, we ought to think more. Someone must always think about how to open up treatment for new disease types, develop new drugs — these tasks." Deng Yong's tone wasn't that of a teacher, but rather like parents speaking to a child, telling Fang Ziye this.

Fang Ziye just smiled and nodded: "Mm, thank you, Master."

Two years ago, at a Teachers' Day gathering, Fang Ziye had heard Professor Deng Yong enumerate the golden pyramid of the medical world.

Now, Fang Ziye had already crossed many steps forward, possessing sufficiently solid basic skills.

These basic skills seemed useless, even unable to carry out treatment for a super-severe comminuted pelvic fracture.

But their utility before mangled extremities held enormous energy.

Before unknown perilous disease types, everyone is relatively equal...

Fang Ziye carried his card, left the Director's Office, and walked to the Inpatient General Office.

Luo Tingzhu, who had deliberately slowed her eating speed, was still eating unhurriedly; hearing Fang Ziye twist the door open and enter, she asked: "What did the teacher want you for?"

To this day, Luo Tingzhu still hadn't learned the surgeons' temperament; she still habitually called her Supervisor 'Teacher', while Fang Ziye and the others habitually called their Supervisor 'Master'.

Fang Ziye handed the card to Luo Tingzhu: "Here. There's two hundred thousand inside."

Luo Tingzhu was startled, her thoughts starting to float: "Ah? This is... for me?"

Betrothal gift?

"Professor Ni Yaoping of Hand Surgery gave it to me. His spoken promise of two hundred thousand, though a slogan, he'd actually kept it prepared privately — his own money."

"Worthy of a Professor — two hundred thousand in spare change, casually taken out." Fang Ziye sighed, then added this lament.

Fang Ziye's words carried significant information; Luo Tingzhu took a full half minute to digest before blinking and asking: "So Senior Brother, in one day you earned nearly what I've saved in bonuses over many years?"

"Is that how you think?" Fang Ziye picked up his chopsticks and asked.

Luo Tingzhu smiled lightly: "I actually don't want to consider that much; many things just need you, Senior Brother, to consider them."

Luo Tingzhu had seen on Xiaohongshu that a girl appropriately showing weakness before her partner is a form of respect for them, able to arouse their protective instinct.

The old Luo Tingzhu would have disdained this, but slowly, Luo Tingzhu discovered she had an incomprehensible fascination with those two words: protection.

"Then I won't analyze it for you. But later you'll have your own workplace too; when the time comes, you still need to think more." Fang Ziye finished, then added.

"That postoperative infection patient from the mangled extremity surgery Professor Deng and them did last time — the prognosis isn't good now; might need to request a consultation?!"

"Mm, Infection Department came too, tried various methods, but the infection still can't be controlled; soft tissue necrosis deepened another layer; very likely need a second debridement, reopen the wound."

"Senior Brother, I feel this patient might still head toward the terminal stage of amputation later."

"The surgery you did yesterday?" Luo Tingzhu grew a bit worried.

The three Professors jointly carried out mangled extremity treatment; now they're all entangled in trouble; Fang Ziye was there at the time.

Now, only Fang Ziye and Professor Liu Huanglong?

Actually, in Luo Tingzhu's view, Fang Ziye entering mangled extremity this early wasn't very suitable. But Luo Tingzhu also knew Fang Ziye's basic skills were currently very strong.

Toward Luo Tingzhu, Fang Ziye held back little; except for things that could add Knowledge Points, all other capabilities he would slowly reveal to Luo Tingzhu through chatting.

One, to help her; two, to give this proud little genius a target to chase.

The current Luo Tingzhu, among the crowd of doctoral Senior Brothers in Trauma Surgery, already had no Rival. Without Fang Ziye as a target to surpass, it would be too boring.

The current Luo Tingzhu also wasn't the previous Luo Tingzhu; back then she'd just come to Trauma Surgery and could climb past the Training Room benchmark for the doctoral stage; and Luo Tingzhu's talent was excellent; now she could only find frustration at Fang Ziye's place to motivate her own growth...

"Still that saying: do one's utmost, leave the rest to heaven. I've already done my best. The patient's family is willing to give us the chance to perform limb-salvage surgery and fight for life."

"Actually, this time differs somewhat from the limb-salvage surgery Professor Duan Hong and we did last time. This debridement surgery, I consider done fairly well, though overall principle control isn't as masterful as Professor Qi Qiaowen."

"But in micro-operation, purely in debridement technique, I might be younger, more agile than Professor Qi Qiaowen." Fang Ziye said.

"Right, fight for vitality; treat a dead horse as if alive."

"That little girl I've seen; if she's amputated, it's quite a pity." Luo Tingzhu was the department's Follow-up Resident, managing the Group Internal assigned patients.

"Whoever gets amputated, it's quite a pity..." Fang Ziye corrected Luo Tingzhu's wording.

Although Luo Tingzhu is somewhat good-looking and quite cunning, she still occasionally cannot completely shake off gender protectiveness — but this is the real Luo Tingzhu.

……

Time passes in a flash.

Over a week has passed.

April 15th.

Fang Ziye had just stepped down from an emergency surgery for open fracture external fixation, and hurriedly called his teacher Yuan Weihong back.

During the surgery, Yuan Weihong called three times in a row asking if Fang Ziye had stepped down, proving the matter was rather urgent.

"Master, my surgery just ended. Have you eaten dinner?" Fang Ziye asked Yuan Weihong.

"I have. How is your current relationship with Qin Geluo? By appearing yourself, can you get Qin Geluo to return to the department for duty?"

"You need to go out with me right now." Yuan Weihong's voice pondered, asking.

"Master, okay. Brother Luo said before that if there's something special, I can call him to cover the shift. Is there something special now?" Fang Ziye's eyeballs rolled a big circle fiercely, but he still couldn't figure out the specific reason.

"Then you call Qin Geluo in a bit and entrust it to him."

"This matter is still quite urgent. Our Bone Surgery Chief Professor Du and the two Deputy Directors of Orthopedics were persuaded by Professor Deng and Professor Ni, and they personally went to the Personnel Department to speak about your talent introduction matter."

"For you, this is no small favor. Last time didn't I have you buy six bottles of Moutai? Did you buy them? If you did, bring them along. We have to go pay a home visit." Yuan Weihong said.

Fang Ziye heard this, heart tightening.

Professor Du is the Bone Surgery Chief Professor Du Xinzhan, and the two Deputy Directors of Orthopedics are Bone Disease Department Professor Du Yingshan and Trauma Surgery Administrative Director Professor Han Yuanxiao.

Old Professor Zhu Weiguo, boasts with one mouth, keeps promises by running legs off.

What Professor Ni Yaoping said — the hospital's highest five hundred thousand talent recommendation fee — Professor Ni appearing might persuade the hospital's Personnel Department, but Old Professor Zhu Weiguo says to double or even more, this is no longer something a professor can make the final decision on.

Rather, it needs the whole crowd of Orthopedics people to personally go to the Personnel Department and demand the hospital distribute this sum of talent introduction fee for Fang Ziye.

What Fang Ziye can routinely get is actually only three hundred thousand at medium level; top-tier talent introduction is five hundred thousand. Now to climb to the million level, how is it possible without bleeding money?

"Good, Master! I'll arrange it right away, then bring the things to find you. Hard work, Master." Fang Ziye said.

Yuan Weihong laughed heartily: "Not hard work not hard work, the first peach planted is right by the mouth, the feeling of eating a bite whenever you want to eat a bite — you kid don't understand it yet."

"Most people's first peach, they don't even know where the pit went!"

"Ziye, all your efforts have been rewarded." Yuan Weihong spoke with deep feeling, as if a heart disease had settled.

Fang Ziye did not thank again, because there was no need to thank again.

Person of Gratitude.

Heaven Earth Country Parents Teacher, all in the heart.

(Chapter End)