Chapter 406

There's an old saying in Eastern Han: on a rainy day, beat the child — you're idle anyway.

Of course, with the declining birth rate in recent years, the incidence of beating children on rainy days will gradually decrease, because the child's paternal grandfather or paternal grandmother will step in.

Yuan Weihong never had a similar experience at home; after all, his family "youngest brother" status was only slightly better than a dog's, and they didn't keep dogs.

But in the department, Yuan Weihong suddenly felt as if the closed-loop theory had hit him square in the bullseye.

Sour, jealous looks, resentful gazes — they made even Deng Yong feel pity.

So Deng Yong stroked the flesh mole on his chin: "How about this — just bully him once? Don't bully him a second time?"

At those words, Fang Ziye hurriedly shrank deeper into the corner of the sofa. Master, is this still negotiable? What do you mean 'just bully him once, don't bully him a second time'?

Does Yuan Weihong want to bully Fang Ziye? Of course not.

Yuan Weihong sat up straight: "Teacher Deng, I feel Ziye's plan is relatively more reasonable. Taking mangled extremity disease types as the starting point, on one hand it accumulates mangled extremity surgical volume, expanding horizontally. On the other hand, it uses mangled extremity as the foundation, developing toward deeper levels."

"Exactly." After Yuan Weihong finished, he looked at Fang Ziye, then at Deng Yong, and said very cautiously: "Once this kind of plan is established, the clinical group's joint development of the osteotomy correction research project that you proposed, Teacher Deng, might have to be delayed or even shelved."

Osteotomy correction is currently the hottest clinical research direction, the path Deng Yong wants to pursue to advance further, competing by following the mainstream.

If Zhongnan Hospital can develop several osteotomy correction techniques that other hospitals haven't, it would be a blessing for patients.

Eastern Han has a huge population; even rare disease types like ALS have considerable patient numbers here, so you needn't worry that after developing a technique, no patients will come for treatment.

Imbalanced supply and demand in medical development remains the primary contradiction in the vast majority of Eastern Han regions.

Getting a big shot like Deng Yong to change his will and switch to a clinical project centered on Fang Ziye as the "small core" is extremely difficult.

Even though Fang Ziye is also Deng Yong's student, Yuan Weihong couldn't guess Deng Yong's thoughts.

Fang Ziye took a light sip of tea, then held the teacup with both hands, sitting upright with ears pricked.

What kind of identity worries about what kind of matters; what kind of status can squeeze into what kind of circle.

Deng Yong's arrangement of clinical project paths and directions — Fang Ziye had known absolutely nothing about it before.

During the Doctor and Master's Student stages, the main task is to accumulate basic skills and improve one's medical skill level.

Even Attending Physicians and Associate Professors like Yuan Weihong and Xie Jinyuan still have the main task of improving their professional level — that is, doing surgeries, the ability to solve patients' suffering.

Only after completing early accumulation like Deng Yong, being able to perform most surgeries in the specialty and doing them above the standard quality line, would one consider what one's professional focus should be.

Only after I can complete most techniques can I consider shifting to doing more for Han City, Hubei Province, or Eastern Han's trauma surgery patients.

A doctor in a small clinic can care about medical development prospects, but the force they can exert is basically limited — they can only care a little.

"When successful, benefit all under heaven; when unsuccessful, cultivate oneself alone" — this cannot be described merely by the two words "successful" and "unsuccessful."

"Change when change is needed; Weihong, you don't need to be overly vigilant either."

"Your Teacher Deng isn't a monarch; no need to keep 'serving a ruler is like serving a tiger' constantly in mind."

"It's just that if clinical work is to gradually transform, there will be many factors to consider comprehensively."

As Deng Yong spoke, he beckoned to Fang Ziye: "Ziye, grab a plastic stool, sit closer. Master will give you a more profound lesson."

At those words, Fang Ziye immediately stacked a pile of plastic stools in the corner, carried them with one hand while holding the teacup in the other, and walked toward the table.

Yuan Weihong listened and also perked up.

Never underestimate any Ward Director, especially a Department Administrative Director like Zhongnan Hospital's — what they understand, what they've experienced, their vision and foundation, are not something ordinary doctors can comprehend.

Wanting to reach such a position through crooked ways — without real ability, they'd have been beaten down by society long ago.

After putting down his water cup, Fang Ziye glanced at Deng Yong's teacup: "Master, I'll refill your tea in a bit..."

Deng Yong was organizing his words; he didn't care whether the tea was enough to drink.

A full thirty seconds passed before Deng Yong said: "As a student, the main task is learning. Learn whatever the teacher teaches; whatever disease types the department clinically focuses on, learn those — this is the path you must take when basic skills aren't sufficient."

"This point is easy to understand, right?"

Yuan Weihong nodded: "Teacher Deng, we do want to engage with new disease types, but only if we can handle them."

"Patients admitted to the department — their need is to solve their problems. Fracture patients want to walk; limb deformity patients want to restore normal lower limb structure. Bone defect patients hope for a normal bone connection structure."

"Cancer patients also want lifelong non-recurrence..."

Yuan Weihong finished and looked at Ziye: "Our clinical medicine has too many branches and leaves based on science; disease types are countless. So describing our specialty with 'no diamond drill, don't take on porcelain work' couldn't be more apt."

"Admit patients we can't handle into the department — what then? Stare at each other with the family? Or just do surgery casually and send them away, regardless of whether their suffering is solved?"

"That definitely won't do."

Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong, one sentence each, began laying the groundwork for Fang Ziye.

All Fang Ziye could do now was keep nodding.

The Chief Resident stage is the final leg of a Resident Physician; after crossing this step, most people have a certain foundation and must start undertaking Outpatient Clinic tasks.

During Outpatient Clinic, you must carefully examine which patients can be admitted and which cannot; otherwise, admitting disease types the department rarely does or doesn't do well enough.

It's not only a waste of patients' money, but more so a waste of their time.

Deng Yong took over the topic and continued: "This balance point between seeking patients and the department's comprehensive capability must be grasped well."

"Currently, the relatively mature techniques in the department are bone defects, complex fractures, soft tissue defects, pelvic fractures and other disease types you often see. As long as the patient's basic condition is acceptable, without severe hypertension, diabetes, or other conditions unsuitable for surgery, you can admit them directly when encountered in Outpatient Clinic."

"The second issue is a more realistic one: the team's overall income problem."

"This topic sounds realistic, but we're all ordinary people, and medical students who start working are at least in their twenties or thirties, even over thirty — basically all supporting families. Purely talking sentiment while starving yourself and your family won't work either."

"Under this premise, we must guarantee a certain workload. This workload must keep the team above the subsistence line, so they'll have energy to consider exploration, development, and improving our professional capabilities."

"If everyone in our department is starving — say the whole group does fewer than ten surgeries a month, and there's still no money for afternoon meals — what sentiment are you talking about?"

"Ziye, you must remember: don't take your own experience as a path everyone can walk. Very few people can earn money through paths outside clinical work!!"

Deng Yong admonished carefully.

Fang Ziye naturally has some research reward side income now, but not everyone can get this side income. If Fang Ziye doesn't clarify this point, he'll definitely suffer losses in future interactions.

And find it hard to convince the crowd.

"If you're observant enough, you should have noticed that in Han Yuanxiao's first few years leading the group, he didn't talk about any sentiment — he only wanted the group members to eat their fill. Whatever surgery, big or small, as long as it was within capability, he pulled it into the department to do."

"There's a reason for this aspect."

"Naturally, if before leading a group you can complete all your surgical accumulations, once you lead a group you can directly carry out high-end and cutting-edge procedures; that's not up for discussion."

"But no matter what, you first have to make sure the people under you have food to eat, and only then consider how to lead the team to develop; that's the most basic issue."

By this point Deng Yong was no longer hinting, but making a bald-faced statement.

After understanding, Fang Ziye said: "Master, although Nie Mingxian and I are the same age and will spend a lot of time together in the future, regarding Nie Mingxian Senior Brother's future work affiliation, we'd better not interfere."

"What work placement should first talk about is freedom, right?"

Deng Yong's meaning was very obvious: he hoped Fang Ziye could keep Nie Mingxian. But whether Nie Mingxian stays or not is definitely Nie Mingxian's own free choice.

"Right, him not staying is freedom, him staying is also freedom."

"As for the problem you're worried about, you don't need to manage it; Master has his own decision. Actually, Nie Mingxian coming to Liu Huanglong's place already explains quite a few problems."

"You don't need to manage so much; just consider well these basic points I've told you, and comprehend them thoroughly."

"First, eat your fill; second..."

Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong taught Fang Ziye many things; today's conversation content once again raised Fang Ziye's vision by a level.

From leading a group, to teaching, to leading a team...

Leading a group and leading a team are two different categories.

Leading a team is even harder than leading a group!

Also, Fang Ziye is about to face the teaching issue.

Zhongnan Hospital has regulations: to be promoted to Deputy Chief Physician, one must have teaching experience; besides the large classes for Clinical Medicine Five-Year Program Students, there are also requirements for the number of Master's Student teaching graduations.

Of course, Fang Ziye wanting to take students would be at earliest September next year or even the year after; the current Fang Ziye has no research project, so he can't be evaluated as a Master's Supervisor.

Even if he gets the National Natural Science Foundation Youth Fund next year, he'd be evaluated as Master's Supervisor in September next year, and only in September the year after could he formally take his first student.

During this period, if Fang Ziye has no students he can freely arrange, he can only consider how to lead a small team.

Let his Fellow Trainees help him do things.

Obviously, the previous set of ordering and arranging Fellow Trainees that Fang Ziye used as Senior Brother no longer applies so well.

When being Senior Brother, if Senior Brother orders Fellow Trainee and gives some benefit, Fellow Trainee will definitely scurry to do it; after all, everyone is in the same research small group, all working for Master.

But the current Fang Ziye's identity has slightly changed; he needs to find another path himself, so naturally the research direction can't be the same as Yuan Weihong's; he needs to blaze another trail.

After the direction differs from Yuan Weihong's, if Lan Tianluo and Jie Han still closely follow Fang Ziye's footsteps, what about Yuan Weihong? Standing still, completely making wedding clothes for Fang Ziye?

In the future, Jie Han and Lan Tianluo would just be Fang Ziye's running dogs, never getting out for a lifetime?

Obviously impossible!

How to solve this problem, Yuan Weihong knows, but didn't tell Fang Ziye, letting Fang Ziye figure it out himself.

Fang Ziye returned to the Inpatient General Office, looked at the old Inpatient General Phone for Emergency Consultation; the battery still had two bars left, no need to panic at all.

Two bars of standby time lasts over forty hours!

After entering, Fang Ziye closed the door, then opened the refrigerator door, took out two drinks, took off his White Coat and sat on the bed, muttering in a low voice: "Two Teachers, are you trying to drive me out of Master's School..."

Speaking of it, Fang Ziye still felt a bit panicked.

The previous Fang Ziye didn't need to be confused at all.

For the research direction, just hand it over to Yuan Weihong, and Master Yuan Weihong would point out a clear path, give Fang Ziye funding, find a way to allocate manpower to complete the project, even the thesis writing wouldn't take Fang Ziye too much time.

As for other problems, it's even simpler; if something isn't handled well somewhere, just call Deng Yong, and a teacher will naturally come to take the blame.

The two words Master mean teacher like father.

But ultimately, no one can live under the "parents'" protection for a lifetime; everyone must grow up. When you realize your parents are ordinary people, they also slowly realize you're growing up. Once you've grown beyond their capabilities, all that's left is to do your duty.

A child from a rural background wanting to buy a house in places like Jingdu or Magic Capital—without family mines, he can only rely on himself!

Master Yuan Weihong himself has only just been promoted to Deputy Chief Physician; asking him to guide you on how to get promoted to Deputy Chief Physician—isn't that a bit too much?

Master Deng Yong now doesn't even have the Outstanding Youth Fund or Distinguished Youth hats; asking him to guide you on how to get such hats—isn't that making things difficult for an Old Comrade?

Also, whether it's Mangled Extremity treatment or limb replantation, neither of these two Teachers knows it; how do you consult them?

Six eyes playing staring contest together?

Of course, the two Teachers didn't directly expel Fang Ziye from Master's School and stop managing everything; things that should be managed still need managing, they just let Fang Ziye be free.

In the future, whatever Fang Ziye wants to do is fine; the two Teachers won't interfere anymore—vast sea for fish to leap, high sky for birds to fly.

It's just that after being bound for a long time, the inherent sense of security will completely disappear the moment the bond is lost; there will be some discomfort.

Then, soon, Fang Ziye digested these inexplicable emotions, and then started gulping down the cold drink he had just taken out.

Compared to Yuan Weihong, my current situation is already considered a great start.

Back then, Yuan Weihong's Teacher Grandfather Professor Chu suddenly passed away, and Teacher took the research results and left, leaving Yuan Weihong a complete mess.

Yuan Weihong has made it out now; why am I being so sentimental?

After another half hour or so, Fang Ziye's consultation phone didn't ring. After walking from the Inpatient General Office to the Doctor's Office, Li Yuanpei and Yan Zhiming had arranged everything in the Ward properly on a non-Surgery Day.

"Ziye, the discharge medical records for the three groups today have all been reviewed. You go over them and sign, then put them in the Archive Basket; the Head Nurse will collect them later," Yan Zhiming said.

"Okay, Brother Yan. Thanks for your hard work," Fang Ziye smiled.

"Should be!" Yan Zhiming casually waved his hand, then explained: "Um, Ziye. We took a few bottles of drinks from your office; we'll restock them tomorrow."

"No problem, no problem. I'll go buy some later. What flavors do you like..." Fang Ziye hurriedly waved his hand.

As an Inpatient General, treating Senior Brothers and Fellow Trainees to some small drinks is perfectly normal.

Li Yuanpei suggested: "Brother Ye, you can order online or get takeout; with coupons, it's cheaper than supermarkets outside. Those warehouse-style wholesale stores, nothing is fake."

"Okay, I'll check next time! ~" Fang Ziye nodded again. Being able to save money with guaranteed quality, Fang Ziye wouldn't be a Big Fool.

"Actually Brother Ye, I've already saved them for you; you just need to decide whether to buy a batch." This Follow-up Resident Li Yuanpei did things very thoroughly.

Hearing this, Lan Tianluo turned his head and said: "Senior Brother, are you free today? If you don't have Emergency Consultation surgery, come to the Training Room? How long has it been since you went to the Training Room?"

Lan Tianluo and the others' research achievements can be said to be even more awesome than Yan Zhiming's, but clinical operations are slow work; they're still accumulating.

And Lan Tianluo and the others were bold enough; whenever a superior had free time, they'd casually ask a few extra questions, learning as much as they could.

"See if you're free tonight—I'm heading to the Emergency Innovation Center later, I need to report to Teacher Xie!" Fang Ziye said.

Teacher Xie was Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan, formerly under Professor Deng Yong, and had rotated to the Emergency Surgery Department for a while; now that the Trauma Center Emergency Clinic was established, he naturally held shifts at the Emergency Center Clinic.

Hearing this, Yan Zhiming said: "Ziye, come to the Training Room more often when you're free, senior brothers all miss you. Ziye, you've made it big—when you're free, bring the brothers along too. I can't promise anything else, but drinks and coffee are covered."

"And if you're willing, Ziye, boxed meals and cheap takeout are fine too."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye said: "Senior Brother Yan, don't frame me—I usually eat very simply. Ask Tian Luo, ask Jie Han, what do we usually eat?"

"A barbecue rice bowl for a dozen yuan is one meal, and a boxed meal for a dozen yuan is just making do together."

Li Yuanpei immediately said: "Industry Brother, you said it yourself—you only ask Tian Luo and Jie Han, why not ask Yun Wen? Why not ask Shu Lang and Liu Haihua?"

"Aren't they your brothers?"

"I'll go complain to Master right away!"

Fang Ziye was not only a senior brother of Yuan Weihong's group, but also a senior brother or junior brother of Professor Deng Yong's group; Li Yuanpei clearly had an opinion.

"When it comes to flattering people, Yuanpei, your skill is unmatched."

"I'm leaving first." Fang Ziye retreated in a hurry.

"No, wait until you've signed before leaving—at eleven-thirty the nursing aide files the discharge medical records to the Medical Records Room." Yan Zhiming persuaded Fang Ziye to stay.

……

By the time Fang Ziye finished signing and idled from the department to the Emergency Department, he found Vascular Surgery Chief Resident Liu Faming hurrying to the Emergency Surgery Clinic.

Passing Fang Ziye, he patted his shoulder and asked: "Ziye, why aren't you hurrying? Fifteen minutes is almost overtime."

"Brother Faming, you go first—I haven't received a call." Fang Ziye replied subconsciously.

Liu Faming paused slightly, suddenly realizing: "Oh, your Trauma Center Emergency Outpatient Clinic is open, so you don't need to run Emergency Consultations anymore?"

"Those days are truly great."

How comfortable for a Chief Resident who doesn't have to run Emergency Consultations?

Fang Ziye wasn't wearing a mask, baring his teeth as he said: "It's all leftovers from you and the others, Brother Faming—I'm eating leftover rice."

In the past, Liu Faming had Mi Qi attending the Vascular Surgery Emergency Clinic, so Liu Faming didn't need to run Emergency Consultations, and life was quite easy.

Hearing this, Liu Faming clenched his fist, then finally relaxed: "No way, there are limited senior brothers in the department—Brother Qi is still in the Rehabilitation Department, so in the short term, don't even think about having a Vascular Surgery Emergency Clinic again."

"Actually I'm fine, hardship is hardship, but what about Brother Qi?" Liu Faming didn't continue.

Speaking, Liu Faming felt his words were a bit improper: "Industry Brother, I sincerely thank you for Brother Qi—he says his hand function is currently at seventy percent, and with rehabilitation progress, it's estimated to recover to ninety percent! ~"

Liu Faming feared his sarcasm would anger Fang Ziye and be misunderstood as Fang Ziye delaying Mi Qi's treatment.

But actually, Liu Faming did hate the person who had slashed Mi Qi.

If they could crowdfund a death sentence, Liu Faming alone would pay fifty thousand to have him sentenced to death!

When Mi Qi was around, Liu Faming's tasks were light and he could learn a lot more; now he had to shoulder everything alone.

"It's only right—Brother Qi is also my senior brother; when things come up, I should naturally do my best. But beyond my capability, there's nothing to be done." Fang Ziye said with a smile.

Mi Qi, how good he was to Fang Ziye.

Although he didn't give money or rice, when Fang Ziye ran Emergency Consultations, he gave Fang Ziye many conveniences—namely his personal connections and network.

If Mi Qi encountered trouble, Fang Ziye naturally couldn't turn a blind eye.

When Huang Kai was injured back then, Fang Ziye pretended to "turn a blind eye"—first, he had a mission, and second, even if he went, what could he do?

Liu Faming left first, his steps as hurried as Fang Ziye's had been before, not daring to delay the Emergency Consultation time.

And Fang Ziye didn't go directly to the Emergency Surgery Clinic, but first went to the Trauma Center's clinic.

The Trauma Surgery clinic currently had only Wang Yuanqi alone.

Fang Ziye and Wang Yuanqi had only been apart for a little over two months, yet he felt as if Wang Yuanqi had become a different person.

Wang Yuanqi had a sturdy build, a short haircut and large ears, dark skin, and used to be a somewhat cheerful and carefree young man.

"Ziye, why did you come? Come in and sit. Gong Ziming, brew a cup of tea for your Senior Brother Fang." Wang Yuanqi warmly hosted while instructing Gong Ziming.

Gong Ziming was Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan's master's student; this year he had already graduated from his third year of master's studies, but had stayed in the hospital to pursue a doctorate, studying a doctorate in Emergency Department, and was still following Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan.

Yes, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan had already been promoted to Doctoral Supervisor.

"Senior Brother Yuanqi, you don't need to be so polite!" Fang Ziye hurriedly sat down first.

Wang Yuanqi tidied the tabletop: "This place is rather crude, it can't compare to the Trauma Surgery Department, not even to an Outpatient Clinic—Ziye, please make do."

"Teacher Xie went to see an Emergency Consultation, but I heard it's an abdominal injury; the lower limbs only have minor scrapes. Teacher Xie said he's going to give a lesson to the people at the Surgical Clinic."

"Don't call the Trauma Center for consultation over every messy limb injury!"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's heart sank.

Actually, the people at the Surgical Emergency Clinic calling Trauma Surgery for consultation was a trend Fang Ziye had started, because Fang Ziye alone could handle the work of many.

Now it was estimated that Chen Jiameng and Fang Songlin at the Surgical Clinic had all formed the habit.

It was just that Fang Ziye was happy to run around earning Knowledge Points, but Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan wouldn't indulge a group of attending physicians—his first lesson upon taking office was to establish rules.

Fang Ziye didn't explain.

Everyone has their own work style; there's no right or wrong.

If it's within your job scope, do it; if it's not your responsibility, not doing it is perfectly reasonable.

"Brother Qi, your contract is signed now, right?" Fang Ziye asked in a lowered voice.

Then he turned to Gong Ziming: "Thank you, Ziming. You rest first……"

Wang Yuanqi nodded, then shook his head: "I barely signed it now, but the hospital isn't willing to give any money—it's equivalent to a naked signing."

"Sigh~"

"Compared to you, Ziye, my indentured contract is truly cheap." Fatigue instantly filled Wang Yuanqi's face.

Wang Yuanqi was, in recent years, apart from Fang Ziye, the only one who broke through the Master's Stage in the Training Room to pursue a doctorate as a Professional Doctorate; actually, his professional strength was the best in his class, even in recent classes.

But because the improvement wasn't obvious enough, and he had no outstanding research achievements, nor any experience studying abroad, when job hunting now, Teacher Deng had to rack his brains just to barely secure him a position at the Trauma Center.

Talent introduction was definitely out of the question; they weren't even willing to give a symbolic sum of over a hundred thousand.

"Not at all? That's a bit too much for the hospital." Fang Ziye was also a little annoyed.

After all, he was a Doctor, and a Doctor trained by this very hospital; not giving a single cent and making him sign a contract directly—the hospital really went that far.

"What the hell, they'd rather sign a labor dispatch or contract-based agreement."

"Forget it, Master ran around for a long time for my current position; no money is no money anyway. Even if there were, it would only be about ten months' salary."

"And you, Ziye, your days are comfortable now?" Wang Yuanqi looked enviously at Fang Ziye, his left hand touching his earlobe, practically drooling.

Wang Yuanqi had heard about Fang Ziye's situation.

The hospital's top-tier talent introduction was five hundred thousand; Fang Ziye had received one million, and even poached Professor Liu Huanglong of Peking Union Medical College Hospital into the department—truly a bright future.

Same age, different fate; Wang Yuanqi once again completed the closed loop of life, increasingly recognizing that he was just an ordinary person.

"Isn't this all thanks to Senior Brother and Teacher Xie taking care of me?"

"I've only just barely handed over my emergency consultation duties; Teacher and Senior Brother have worked hard, I should come take a look and pay a visit."

"If there's anything I can help with in the future, just instruct me." Fang Ziye replied.

"Ziye, it's a case of each getting what they need. Teacher Xie told me a few days ago that if you told us about these things, Ziye, you absolutely don't need to feel guilty."

"I need this job, Teacher Xie needs this platform to advance to Deputy Chief Physician, Ziye you need this clinic to relieve pressure; everyone wins."

"If you return to the department in the future, we're still good brothers, good friends. Brothers help each other; taking it too much to heart is just too distant!" Wang Yuanqi had changed a lot; when speaking such words, he didn't pause at all.

He should have followed Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan in the Emergency Department for a few months, smoothing out all his sharp edges, no longer high-spirited, only daring to walk forward step by step with both feet on the ground; in dealing with people, he naturally would restrain his sharpness.

"Right, Ziming?" Wang Yuanqi specifically asked Gong Ziming.

Gong Ziming nodded, his mouth splitting into a grin: "Yes, Master has always said that Senior Brother Fang and Senior Brother Wang are my direct senior brothers, just like Senior Brother Ye who has already graduated."

Gong Ziming had a senior brother two grades above him, surnamed Ye, who had graduated quite a while ago.

When Gong Ziming finished his first year of master's studies, Senior Brother Ye had already graduated. At that time, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan and Yuan Weihong took turns supervising students for one year each, so Fang Ziye and Jie Han were separated by two grades.

Fang Ziye immediately asked again: "Brother Qi, does your contract have clauses like a 'betting agreement'?"

"For example, if you fail to obtain a general project for several years, the contract is automatically terminated and not renewed?"

This is something many top-tier Grade-A hospitals write into their clauses.

He didn't terminate the contract, but after the contract was signed, the hospital unilaterally no longer renewed it, which was equivalent to being notified of dismissal in advance.

Although there was economic compensation, what the hell use was that compensation?

"Yes, within eight years."

"The first contract is two years, then it's signed every three years. Exactly eight years."

"After eight years, if you still don't have a National Natural Science Foundation general project or Youth Fund, it'll be difficult." Wang Yuanqi said, frowning.

Are general projects easy to get?

Those who find it hard won't get it; those who can, find it not hard. It can be said that someone might not get one in their entire life!

Wang Yuanqi originally wanted to ask Fang Ziye how his contract was signed, but immediately changed his words: "Ziye, I won't ask you about this; you have no pressure at all with these things."

"I'm starting to regret now; during my PhD and master's periods, I didn't publish enough papers."

Fang Ziye was about to reply when his personal mobile phone rang.

Fang Ziye hurriedly looked at his mobile phone; it was Professor Xie, whom he hadn't contacted for a long time, calling.

"Teacher Xie." Fang Ziye directly turned on the speakerphone.

"Come down to the Emergency Surgery Clinic. The people here say you can solve the problem here; I said you can't, you're from Trauma Surgery, but they insist you can..."

(Chapter End)