Chapter 414: Big Pot Rice and Eating by One's Own Ability (Seeking Subscription)

"Group announcement @everyone."

"Starting today, all resident physicians, including trainee doctors, who are doctoral students of this hospital, will adopt an emergency operation access-participation system."

"As the name implies, the access-participation system means that only after reaching a certain threshold can one be qualified for the corresponding operations."

"The specific requirements for each type of operation have already been tallied in the document. Resident physicians who meet the threshold may report their basic skills level to the trainee doctor of their group, and after timely weekly updates, assignments will be managed uniformly."

"Current plan: resident physicians who meet the threshold get no fewer than two operation opportunities per week; trainee doctors who meet the threshold get no fewer than four operation opportunities per week."

"Resident physicians who fail to meet the standard will no longer undertake any emergency operation tasks during emergency duty shifts, and may practice basic skills or conduct basic research experiments with peace of mind!"

"Please everyone read carefully the access threshold for each individual operation!!!"

Fang Ziye examined it for a while, felt the description was clear enough, and then clicked send directly.

After sending it out, the group went quiet for a good ten minutes or so, probably because everyone was carefully reading the corresponding plan and the document Fang Ziye had sent out.

Immediately, Liu Haihua was the first to send his "voice": "/Aggrieved, Senior Brother Fang, then doesn't that mean we first-year resident physicians basically have no chance to participate in emergency surgery operations?"

Lan Tianluo: "/Bubble question mark."

Feng Junfeng: "Senior Brother Fang, this is especially unfriendly to us Master's first-years……"

Fang Ziye hadn't replied yet when Lan Tianluo replied below: "When you guys usually read things, do you never read to the end? The last line in big characters! @Liu Haihua. @Feng Junfeng."

Liu Haihua, Lan Tianluo, and Feng Junfeng are the same cohort, currently at the end of Master's first year.

Liu Haihua is Deng Yong's Master's student, while Feng Junfeng is Attending Physician Nie Xuehua's Master's student.

After hearing Lan Tianluo's words, the two scrolled back to the very bottom of the document, where a series was specially marked: "First-year resident physicians, interns, if their level improves in the current month, they are specially rewarded with two corresponding operation opportunities."

"For example, if incision technique improves, they are rewarded with two outpatient cyst excision surgeries. If debridement technique improves, they are rewarded with two small debridement and suturing operations in the ward for practice……"

With this, Liu Haihua and the others withdrew their questions one after another.

Indeed, many things cannot be killed with a single stroke.

Master's first-years are the most green, they can't be like the senior brothers and enjoy 'weekly routine' natured operation rewards every week; having some chance to get hands-on is already much better than having no chance at all.

For surgeons, operations are a very important manifestation of strength.

Immediately after, Fang Ziye, estimating everyone had more or less finished reading the corresponding content, sent out three pre-prepared Excel spreadsheets.

Using the groups of Deng Yong, Han Yuanxiao, and Professor Dong Yaohui as the baseline, all resident physicians' names were listed within.

And horizontally, there were different small notes for basic skills operations.

However, Fang Ziye had only just sent this thing out when Lan Tianluo sent him a private message: "Senior Brother, for this statistical data, I'm making a very simple mini program, similar to a primary and secondary school teacher's management template."

"We can fill in the specific content ourselves, then hand the permissions to the doctoral senior brothers as administrators for review, and you, Senior Brother, as the auditor with the highest permissions."

"This way, it can be very convenient and clear at a glance to know, with Sunday as the deadline, who has exhausted their operation opportunities and who hasn't……"

Fang Ziye saw this, looked up at Lan Tianluo sitting right across from him, fiddling with a computer, drinking from a blue Yaha Drink Drink iced coffee drink bottle.

After Lan Tianluo's slightly lazy temperament pierced into Fang Ziye's eyes, Fang Ziye raised his head: "You're just deliberately trying to see your senior brother make a fool of himself, right?"

"If you can make this thing, why didn't you say so earlier?"

Lan Tianluo immediately put down his crossed legs, then swiveled his computer screen toward Fang Ziye: "Senior Brother, this can be done very quickly, I wanted to let you see if it's easy to use."

"Senior Brother, I've already sent it to you, it's the simplest mini program embedded in WeChat, still in test version, no upper limit yet, but you log in, I'll give you the highest permission, then you can see everyone's statistical model."

"Of course, right now there's definitely only my model."

Fang Ziye nodded, logged in, then exited again, and after Lan Tianluo authorized higher permissions, Fang Ziye saw Lan Tianluo's panel.

All green lights along the way, and then the remaining operation opportunity balance afterwards: 14 times per week remaining.

Fang Ziye looked, smiled teasingly: "Tianluo, your puncture technique also met the standard? How did I not know?"

Lan Tianluo straightened his back: "Test version, test version, Senior Brother."

"This is my ultimate goal for this year's efforts."

Test version, showing off a bit, being playful, perfectly normal, right?

"Debridement technique, suturing technique, incision technique, manual reduction technique, hemostasis technique……" Fang Ziye looked up again.

Lan Tianluo continued: "Senior Brother, test version, test version, don't take it seriously!"

"Senior Brother, I'm counting from August two years ago to now, only two years have passed, and I've barely managed to meet the training room's Master's clearance requirement."

"I personally feel it's still a little impressive."

Zhongnan Hospital's requirement for Master's students to pass and read for a professional doctorate is incision technique, debridement technique, hemostasis technique, suturing technique.

Fang Ziye relied on this to step onto the doctoral track, so the memory is extremely deep:

"I've seen you suture tofu well, but the incision technique requirement is to cut tofu into an octahedron pyramid shape, with distinct tiers."

"Debridement technique's 3D simplified Chinese character, hemostasis technique above thirty-six times/minute. You can reach all that? You can't play favorites and cheat, ah?"

This difficulty, looking at it now, Fang Ziye feels, seems just like playing.

Of course, in the eyes of Deng Yong, Yuan Weihong, and the others, it's also like playing, but back then, they never laughed at themselves mockingly.

Precisely because he experienced it, he knows how hard it is to complete these in the training room, requiring a certain professional operational talent.

Master's three years, doctoral three years, then attending physician for many years, all with improvements; Master's graduation, on the road of a surgeon, is actually just laying a solid foundation.

Lan Tianluo sat upright, wheat-yellow skin paired with a deliberately rougher voice, a few degrees more high-profile: "Senior Brother, do you think I look like someone who likes to cheat?"

"Senior Brother, do you think I am someone who needs to cheat?"

"Alright then. Not really!"

"Just don't know, you immerse yourself in these 'pediatrics'-like operations every day, what kind of happiness are you finding." Fang Ziye shook his head, then asked: "Your mini program, roughly when can it go live?"

Lan Tianluo replied: "That depends on WeChat's review speed. Generally one to seven working days, I can't speed that up either."

Just as Lan Tianluo was saying this, the door of the inpatient general office was knocked, and then the doorknob turned, and Li Yuanpei and Xiong Jinhuan entered as a pair.

Seeing the two enter, Lan Tianluo very sensibly started packing his computer into his double-shoulder bag: "Senior Brother, I know everything, if there's nothing else, I'll head out first."

"Call me if you have time."

Lan Tianluo spoke such nonsense with a straight face, Fang Ziye almost believed he really had explained something to Lan Tianluo; understanding, he nodded: "Go on, you still have to go to the lab, right?"

Lan Tianluo hurriedly quickened his pace, walking out in a rush while pretending to get his backpack strap caught.

If Fang Ziye didn't know Lan Tianluo was acting, he probably would have been fooled by him too……

Fang Ziye stood up, pulled open the mini-fridge door, and took out drinks: "Brother Pei, Brother Huan! What do you want to drink?"

Li Yuanpei stood up directly to take one, while Xiong Jinhuan's mouth corner twisted bitterly: "Industry Brother, anything is fine for me."

"Industry Brother, I actually wanted to ask, in the future, do I also have to fill out this form like the other senior and junior brothers?"

Fang Ziye nodded: "That's right. A group announcement has already been sent out."

"Sorry about that, Brother Huan."

Xiong Jinhuan and Fang Ziye were arranged by Professor Han Yuanxiao, and now Fang Ziye directly stripped Xiong Jinhuan of his special privileges; Director Han will definitely have opinions when the time comes.

But opinions are just opinions; Fang Ziye isn't afraid of Director Han having opinions either. Damn it, when other superiors screwed Fang Ziye over before, Han Yuanxiao wasn't seen helping to suppress it either.

Even if Director Han was unaware, as long as this kind of thing happened in Professor Han's group, Han Yuanxiao can't escape responsibility either.

Although it's said people shouldn't hold grudges, shouldn't be too narrow-minded.

But not holding grudges doesn't mean being a masochist!

You hit me with a 'heavy fist', and I'm supposed to greet you with a smiling face, bow and scrape, obey your every word?

Is harm caused unintentionally not harm?

"Industry Brother, this matter, my Master actually didn't know about it. This kind of thing, we've never allowed it to be used."

"But you also know, our group also has other superiors……" Xiong Jinhuan might know about this matter, and he had also found it out during previous medical order audits; at this moment his face looked twisted.

"I asked, and it was indeed authorized by a superior, so I couldn't interfere much either."

A superior's medical order, how could a junior doctor possibly have permission to interfere?

Even if Fang Ziye knew, if Associate Professor Peng Rong or Attending Physician Zhang Zixi insisted, he could only stare helplessly.

Fang Ziye couldn't prove it false; superior physicians have the right to freely choose medical orders!

Fang Ziye nodded: "Yeah, Brother Huan, I know. I've never blamed you?"

Of course, Fang Ziye added a line in his heart: naturally he wouldn't be especially grateful to you either.

Unintentional harm is still harm.

In this matter, don't go seriously arguing out absolute right and wrong.

Just be objective about the matter, not the person.

In Deng Yong's group, Fang Ziye and Li Yuanpei and the others would audit medical orders every morning, but Zhu Yunwen and Cao Qiong'an deliberately chose to open temporary medical orders in the afternoon; after review, the previous day's temporary medical orders wouldn't display the next day.

If you didn't deliberately observe, you really wouldn't discover it.

Of course, a fall into a pit makes you wiser; wanting to use such methods again in the future to add some messy stuff, that's absolutely impossible.

At least, among the superiors in Professor Deng Yong's group, Fang Ziye still has some say.

Master Yuan Weihong, this is my own birth master; his Outstanding Youth Fund hat has a share of my effort, he wouldn't screw me over, right?

Qin Geluo is even more of an iron brother, Big Brother; he absolutely wouldn't say Fang Ziye must open this or that medical order, or not open this or that medical order.

Deng Yong and Professor Liu Huanglong, both are basically financially free; if they want to make money they go make money flying knives; a single weekend/holiday flying knife job, less than six thousand and nobody even looks at it.

So the variables are actually still in other groups.

Xiong Jinhuan's eyes widened at these words.

"Under indiscriminate attack, everyone is a victim. This represents that the previous management system might still have certain problems."

"Jinhuan, you also have to understand me. Look, before it was you, Jie Han, and Yuanpei, the three of you taking turns following along."

"Actually, Lan Tianluo's current operation level is also commendable; to break through the Trauma Surgery training room, he's just a bit short on the fire candidate."

"Senior Brother Yan Zhiming, also takes turns swapping with Yuanpei to share Emergency opportunities."

"Also, there's Big Brother Nie Mingxian!"

"Oh, right, did any of you see where Nie Mingxian went today?" Fang Ziye asked.

Today Fang Ziye mainly only paid attention to the Epidermal Growth Factor matter; Nie Mingxian's whereabouts after morning rounds, Fang Ziye was completely unaware of.

"Brother Xian went out after finishing morning rounds, said he still had to go look for a rental house. He looked yesterday too, but wasn't very satisfied." Li Yuanpei said.

"Oh, that's how it is. I'll give you guys an advance preventive shot. In the future, Nie Mingxian's permissions will also be higher than yours." Fang Ziye touched his nose as he spoke.

Li Yuanpei didn't seem to mind, lowered his voice and asked: "Industry Brother, this Nie Mingxian, is he really badass? Compared to you, who's more impressive?"

"We all consistently think it's you, Industry Brother, who's more impressive."

Fang Ziye thought for a bit: "Compared to me, it might just be between equals."

"I count as the elder." Fang Ziye can say this line openly and confidently now.

Whereas a year ago, compared to Nie Mingxian, Fang Ziye might have been just a little brother among little brothers.

"Brother Nie is definitely more impressive than all of you; why are you comparing me to Brother Nie? Let me tell you, if you don't want to suffer another dimensionality reduction strike like Tingzhu? You guys?"

Fang Ziye spoke halfway, then added: "That's almost impossible. Brother Nie's talent might be even higher than Tingzhu's; you guys might as well just lie down?"

"Impossible, right?" Li Yuanpei opened his mouth, shocked beyond words.

Li Yuanpei found it very hard to believe there could actually be someone with even higher aptitude than Luo Tingzhu.

Maybe Fang Ziye counts as one, Lan Tianluo barely counts as one, Nie Mingxian counts too……

"Let me calculate for you. Anesthesiology Deputy Chief Physician, Vascular Surgery also has Deputy Chief level; current Trauma Surgery, estimated to be not much different from Big Brother Qin Geluo."

"Brother Nie sounds old, but he's only thirty-two; Brother Luo is already thirty-three this year."

"Trauma Surgery level is already Nie Mingxian's worst subject……"

Hearing Fang Ziye say these things, Li Yuanpei and Xiong Jinhuan's faces were full of twisted expressions, their complexions alternating with sighs……

This matter, to here, Fang Ziye felt it could be considered temporarily concluded.

After chatting casually with the two classmates a bit more, Fang Ziye was also in his own little nest, beautifully, sweetly, sleeping once more.

Because he had an appointment with Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi, for the convenience of having better sleep when off work, therefore the handover time the next day was eight o'clock.

Wang Yuanqi took over the shift for the first time and got the short end of the stick a little; from eight o'clock the previous evening until eight o'clock the morning after next, he then handed over the emergency surgery tasks to Fang Ziye.

After this sleep, Fang Ziye slept straight from ten o'clock in the evening until six fifty the next morning.

Seeing it was still early, Fang Ziye had free time to go downstairs and have breakfast with Luo Tingzhu...

Steaming hot soy milk, hot dry noodles — the aroma hit the nose the moment they were stirred.

Luo Tingzhu wore a pale yellow knee-length skirt today, the collar was bubble-shaped, so when Luo Tingzhu ate hot dry noodles, she had to rest her left hand on her chest to avoid staining it with sesame paste.

"Tingzhu, why did you go back so late last night?" Fang Ziye took a bite, tilted his head and asked.

"Senior Brother, you have so many spies in the lab, I couldn't even turn one!" Luo Tingzhu said with her head down, replying between mouthfuls of rice.

That's a joke; the current Fang Ziye, among junior doctors, is a 'god'-like existence — not only do senior brothers give him face, but fellow trainees, no matter which group they're from, are all especially 'friendly'.

Even if Fang Ziye doesn't enter the lab, legends of Fang Ziye still circulate in the lab — quite a 'rich man in deep mountains has distant relatives' vibe.

"Pay attention to rest; my Master once told me, the territory the seniors conquered was mainly so later generations wouldn't have to struggle day and night."

"Tingzhu, part of your research tasks can be assigned to fellow trainees to help. Don't think that just because you went to Anesthesiology, you're no longer in the Trauma Surgery research team."

"Research and clinical work can be completely separated; you went to Internal Medicine, you can still do Surgical research..." Fang Ziye said.

Luo Tingzhu was the same as when she first met Fang Ziye — striving, striving to the point of being unable to stop herself.

Back then Luo Tingzhu wasn't even Fang Ziye's girlfriend; watching Luo Tingzhu's busy figure in the lab would move Fang Ziye's heart.

Seeing Luo Tingzhu strive so hard now, Fang Ziye definitely feels heartache.

Luo Tingzhu turned her head slightly, pursed her lips and chewed a few small mouthfuls to send the hot dry noodles into her stomach, then Luo Tingzhu smiled: "Senior Brother, aren't I the same as everyone else?"

"Many Internal Medicine senior sisters strive much harder than me, and are much more 'involuted' than me."

"Modern times are a new social model; if a girl wants to have a career of her own, she always has to put in a bit more."

Luo Tingzhu very cleverly answered her own thought of not wanting to be a vase.

Luo Tingzhu is of course not a vase; her qualifications, if she wants to become a Chief Physician at Zhongnan Hospital later, are absolutely effortless — just a matter of time.

But everyone is fair; no matter how good the qualifications, a certain accumulation is still needed to achieve a jump in rank.

Luo Tingzhu is still the same.

"Senior Brother, you don't have to think I'm special either; research people, being able to sleep six hours a day is already extremely precious." Luo Tingzhu added.

"Mm, good! ~" Fang Ziye didn't say more nonsense.

After finishing breakfast with Luo Tingzhu, the time was only seven fifteen; it sounds early, but Anesthesiology requires staff to be on post at seven thirty, to start pre-anesthesia for the first elective surgery, so Luo Tingzhu's steps were even more hurried...

Arriving at the hospital, watching Luo Tingzhu rush hurriedly toward the Anesthesiology direction, no different from other commuters, Fang Ziye instead felt his heart calm.

She's just an ordinary family background girl, same as me, no particularly prominent family background; so for her, all the early efforts were definitely exchanged through sacrificing time.

That's pretty good too.

Fang Ziye checked the time, didn't return to the department, but sent a message to Master Yuan Weihong reporting: "Master, I'm on the emergency surgery shift today; since Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi covered the shift and it was also hard work, I won't go back to the ward for rounds."

"Yesterday's matter, I've also already handled; the situation might not be good, even Professor Han might bring it up in the department, but I still insist on my own idea."

"Inconvenient to call Teacher Deng directly, hope Master can mention it to Teacher Deng for me, let him back me up a bit! ~"

Fang Ziye disrupted Han Yuanxiao's plan, so naturally he might have to endure whipping from leadership; however, Fang Ziye isn't alone either — if he can't take it, he'll just run.

Two Masters are still in the department; Han Yuanxiao also can't completely lose face — to pursue Fang Ziye, he'd even disregard the most basic principles.

This matter, Han Yuanxiao doesn't dare escalate upward, but Deng Yong isn't afraid to escalate upward!

Fang Ziye arrived at the Emergency Department's Emergency Trauma Center Clinic, pushed open the door, and the sight of Wang Yuanqi nodding off greeted him; Gong Ziming was moving his limbs and joints, cracking all over.

Seeing Fang Ziye, a formulaic smile appeared on Gong Ziming's exhausted face: "Senior Brother Fang, how come you're here?"

"Came to cover the shift; Ziming, you and Senior Brother Wang go rest first."

"Has Teacher Xie already rested? If something comes up later, I'll call him." Fang Ziye said.

Opening an emergency clinic means it must look like an emergency clinic — at least someone must be on duty twenty-four hours.

Currently there are only two people on this side: Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan and Wang Yuanqi.

Wang Yuanqi counts as our hospital staff; sitting clinic and calling Associate Professor Xie anytime is reasonable and compliant.

Fang Ziye can also sit clinic the same way; if special circumstances arise, then call Associate Professor Xie down.

Hearing Fang Ziye's voice, Wang Yuanqi slowly woke up, rubbed his eye sockets, and the corner of his mouth curled: "Ziye's here, I fell asleep."

"A debridement came in at four yesterday morning, debrided straight until past six..."

"Time hasn't hit eight yet, right?" Wang Yuanqi flipped his left wrist, checked the time and said.

"Senior Brother Wang, you go rest first! ~ Not there yet is not there yet, we're all brothers, not a track meet timed to the second."

"Hard work, Senior Brother Wang." Fang Ziye walked inside, saying it with a slightly ingratiating tone.

No matter what, the establishment of the Trauma Center Emergency Clinic is a burden reduction for Fang Ziye.

Wang Yuanqi will also have to serve as Chief Resident later, and still needs to go through what he's doing now; helping is a favor, not helping is duty!

Loving to learn, wanting more operation opportunities, is Wang Yuanqi's personal choice, not his job responsibility.

To put it more realistically, the current Wang Yuanqi isn't the type to eat the Chief Resident's bowl of rice.

Wang Yuanqi wasn't polite either.

He'd been on continuous shift for forty-plus hours, he was a bit worn out too.

But passing Fang Ziye, he warmly gave Fang Ziye a hug: "Brother, hard work; this Chief Resident, really f***ing isn't human work!"

"Ziming, you going to rest?" Wang Yuanqi asked Gong Ziming while packing up to leave.

Gong Ziming shook his head: "Senior Brother, I slept a bit last night, I'll just keep following Senior Brother Fang; anyway I have plenty of rest time."

Wang Yuanqi went out.

Fang Ziye's eyeballs rolled around: "Yesterday Senior Brother Wang called someone else?"

Wang Yuanqi has always been in Teacher Deng's Group; during his Master's Stage, he did not study at Zhongnan Hospital.

After Wang Yuanqi and Fang Ziye took turns on duty, Wang Yuanqi actually had a certain degree of autonomous right to choose assistants; it was estimated that someone had already contacted Wang Yuanqi.

"Master told me to call; Master saw I was too tired, so he had Wang Yuanqi call Senior Brother Yuanpei." Gong Ziming explained.

"Senior Brother, I feel I still need to train properly; this physical condition is still a bit lacking. I can't even keep up with Wang Shixiong for the full session." As Gong Ziming spoke, he increased the speed and amplitude of his stretching.

Fang Ziye then didn't say anything more.

Who Wang Yuanqi wanted as his assistant when he was on duty himself, Fang Ziye didn't want to intervene anymore.

Wang Yuanqi was on duty himself; if he didn't even have this bit of convenience, then he himself would be too unskilled at handling people.

Of course, one thing Fang Ziye was very clear about: when Wang Yuanqi was on duty, assessing whether Fang Ziye needed to perform surgery fell under Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan's jurisdiction.

If Wang Yuanqi reluctantly performed some operation, then didn't do it well, got reported, in the end Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan would also suffer along with him.

This is the First-Consultation Responsibility System.

……

At eight-fifteen, while Fang Ziye was temporarily sitting in the Trauma Center Emergency Clinic, unexpectedly, Fang Songlin, Brother Fang from the Surgical Clinic next door, moved over.

After not finding Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan through the open door, he felt his way in.

Holding a metal insulated cup in his hand: "Ziye, long time no see?"

At this moment Fang Ziye was chatting with Nie Mingxian; Nie Mingxian had found a house and also came to the ward for rounds, temporarily assigned by Professor Liu Huanglong to follow Fang Ziye.

Nie Mingxian asked about Fang Ziye's whereabouts. Then Nie Mingxian said he would come over in a bit.

After Fang Ziye replied with an ok, he raised his head: "Brother Fang, sorry, I have a work WeChat to reply to."

"Come in and sit, Brother Fang."

"Ziye, you're still busy with business; not only do you have someone helping cover your shift, you still have work WeChats you're too busy to handle, unlike us, who are just in an exiled state." Fang Songlin teased.

"Brother Fang, really sorry; the superior's meaning is the superior's meaning. I reported to you all at the first time I knew; as for the later matters, I also had no way?" Fang Ziye knew Fang Songlin was insinuating that Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan was bullying people by relying on power.

But in reality, Xie Jinyuan was also handling matters according to principle.

The Trauma Center is purely a Trauma Center, not the Vascular Surgery Emergency Clinic; it's only responsible for Trauma Surgery disease types — how could any messy damage be called Trauma Surgery?

"The matter is this matter; it's just a bit hard to get used to."

"Maybe it's because you're too easy to use, Ziye, causing us now to need to carefully recall who to request for consultation." Fang Songlin sat down facing Fang Ziye, only sitting on half his buttocks.

Afterwards he didn't continue the previous topic, just chatted idly with Fang Ziye for a while, then returned to his own clinic.

When Fang Songlin went out the door, he happened to run into Nie Mingxian arriving at the doorway.

The two looked at each other; neither recognized the other, so they each waved a hand, then passed by each other going in and out.

After Nie Mingxian came in, he casually handed Fang Ziye the keychain from his right white coat pocket: "Ziye, this is the house key; move in whenever it's convenient for you."

"I heard from people in the department that you returned your rented house before, and yesterday you slept in the department."

The house Nie Mingxian found wasn't far from the hospital either; it was also that kind of old community. Too far would be inconvenient for Fang Ziye to rush to the Emergency Department.

"I returned the lease before going overseas; otherwise always feeling like spending money on rent wasn't right. Last year I even rented for half a year for nothing." Fang Ziye said with some heartache.

Fang Ziye actually wasn't short of a thousand or two yuan now, but money must be spent on the cutting edge; money that shouldn't be spent definitely cannot be spent recklessly.

Nie Mingxian found a chair and sat down himself, then whetted his appetite: "Ziye, I have a bit of explosive news here, related more or less to the trouble you stirred up in the department yesterday; want to hear it?"

Fang Ziye looked Nie Mingxian up and down: "Brother Xian, your connections are this wide? In Han City you still have this many information channels?"

To say Nie Mingxian in Enshi, in Jingdu, has a wide network and knows everything, Fang Ziye wouldn't find it strange, but this is Han City?

Nie Mingxian heard this and knew Fang Ziye had guessed something: "The people I know in Han City, aren't they just these few?"

"But, who the patent ownership of that Epidermal Growth Factor belongs to, I really do know. And Lao Wu even specially explained the whole story to me once."

"Initially, this Mangled Extremity project should have been a clinical project Professor Duan Hong first proposed to start, right?"

Nie Mingxian hit the nail on the head.

Fang Ziye then rolled his eyes around, unable to refute, and nodded.

This kind of thing absolutely isn't whoever occupies the pit first owns the pit; it's whoever produces results from the project first who has the most say.

"So, this Epidermal Growth Factor that promotes Mangled Extremity wound healing is a product Professor Duan Hong's team collaborated with a pharmaceutical company to research long ago."

"Some of its other research data is currently being organized, intended for publication."

"And it is a gift Lao Wu gave to you and your team, expressing the meaning that your team is quite unkind."

"Wanting to kick them out is simply impossible……"

"If they bring the patent into the group again to share the big pot of rice, can you find a reason to refuse?"

Fang Ziye: "……"

Damn it, just knew, these professors, not a single one is an easy target.

His own teacher Deng Yong's level fundamentally couldn't compare with Duan Hong.

(Chapter End)