Chapter 421

Fang Ziye proactively stepped down from the operating table to rest.

After taking off the sterile surgical gown and sterile surgical gloves, Fang Ziye left the operating room and went to the changing room to do a full set of joint stretching exercises.

In fact, joint stretching exercises are the flexible application of the range of motion from a joint physical examination.

After stretching for a round, over twenty minutes passed before Fang Ziye returned to the operating room again, then sat by the surgical timer panel first, staring at the people on the operating table continuing the surgery.

At this moment, there was no burden whatsoever in Fang Ziye's heart.

Instead, watching Deng Yong, Liu Huanglong, and the others coordinate and interweave, a rare sense of satiation rose in his heart.

Satiation differs from satisfaction; satiation is truly, tangibly feeling that the stomach has no emptiness, a satisfaction from body to psychology.

Naturally, after Fang Ziye became idle, Luo Tingzhu, who had been steadily manning the anesthesia machine, also gradually became a bit restless, secretly waving her left claw to signal Fang Ziye to sit a bit closer.

Fang Ziye was leaning against the wall by the surgical timer panel at the moment, so he carried the round steel stool over and leaned against the wall near the anesthesia machine.

When Fang Ziye moved positions, Luo Tingzhu stiffened her neck and turned left and right very nervously, looking quite like she had a "did something wrong" kind of nervousness.

In reality, most people in the operating room understood the relationship between her and Fang Ziye; Professor Xu Long had already left, and the three nurses assigned to the operating room today were all Orthopedics specialty nurses.

Who would force-feed themselves dog food for no reason?

Everyone also knew that Fang Ziye had nearly played the full game today, and was now exhausted beyond measure, so they didn't even have the leisure to bully the young couple, instead pretending not to see.

Only after Luo Tingzhu didn't see herself being watched did the nervousness disappear.

Slightly shifting her steel stool with roller wheels, Luo Tingzhu lowered her voice: "Very tired, right, Senior Brother?"

Luo Tingzhu's address remained the same, with no "Lao Fang", "Ziye", "Industry Brother" or other common terms of endearment between couples, still using Senior Brother as a substitute.

Fang Ziye nodded, his posterior serratus muscle and scapula almost parallel in a line, leaning against the wall, elbows tucked in like the preparatory movement before running, head tilted back slightly, feet spread apart in quite a "sprawled" posture.

"Professor Xu left?" Fang Ziye tilted his head to ask.

"Yes, roughly around 6:50 he went out to catch the high-speed rail."

"After Senior Brother Nie Mingxian was given anesthesia, Professor Xu Long roughly explained the medication principle of Senior Brother Nie's intraspinal anesthesia to me." Luo Tingzhu raised her right thumb.

"Senior Brother Nie is really amazing; in terms of medication, he is even more precise than your medication, Senior Brother. Including dosage and types, all aspects."

When Luo Tingzhu praised him, she deliberately paid attention to Fang Ziye's expression, ready to explain at any moment.

But how could Fang Ziye possibly eat this baseless "vinegar": "That's natural, Xian Ge is quite professional in the Anesthesiology Department!"

"Tingzhu, didn't I tell you before, the wife of Senior Brother Wu Xuanqi from Tongji Hospital's Trauma Surgery is also an expert in Anesthesiology; she used to admire Xian Ge's professionalism immensely."

Luo Tingzhu nodded: "I still remember, Doctor Wu's wife used to be a Doctor at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, but later went to work at Tongji Hospital!"

"However angry Professor Leng from Peking Union Medical College Hospital was, Professor Jiang from Tongji Hospital was just that excited, as if a pie fell from the sky."

"Senior Brother, didn't you also say that this was actually the result of the game between Professor Duan Hong and Professor Qi?"

Although this matter had passed a long time ago, Luo Tingzhu's memory was still astonishingly good. Not to mention photographic memory, but her memory of many details was very deep.

Luo Tingzhu continued explaining: "But with my current level, to reach the prerequisite of going to ask Senior Brother Nie for advice, I'd probably have to work hard for a very, very long time."

"What I know now is just some basic knowledge of Anesthesiology, enough to complete anesthesia and monitoring for relatively routine patients."

"Take it slow, Xian Ge has worked in Anesthesiology for a full seven years!" Fang Ziye comforted.

Luo Tingzhu straightened her neck and scanned the operating room again, only to discover that Ceng Quanming was currently pretending to know nothing, reading a novel next door, crossing his legs in an Erlang Leg posture, the toes of his upper right foot tapping the shoe covers, as if on vacation.

The people on the operating table were still earnestly completing the subsequent surgical operations; the observing fellow trainees had all been cleared out by Deng Yong. The two circulating nurses who had become idle were gossiping about what to stock up for the upcoming 618...

"Senior Brother, before Professor Xu left, he said he hoped I could learn your puncture technique basic skills."

"If I can reach your current puncture technique level, then when performing nerve blocks and nerve branch blocks in the future, it will be a natural progression." Luo Tingzhu said.

"Professor Xu Long also suggested a second point, hoping that through myself or you, Senior Brother, I could get a copy of Senior Brother Nie Mingxian's study notes. This way I can conveniently learn layer by layer from the foundation."

Fang Ziye understood Luo Tingzhu's meaning: "Okay, I'll ask Senior Brother Nie later; tonight I'll at least follow Senior Brother Nie to the rental house to report in."

"Speaking of co-renting, if I never go over at all, then Senior Brother Nie might have thoughts in his heart, and later if I transfer money to him he won't accept it, then the co-renting would completely lose its meaning."

"As for puncture technique practice, Tingzhu you've practiced in the training room before, but our Trauma Surgery training room's development items only go up to a relatively superficial level."

"Don't know if the Anesthesiology training room might be a bit better. If the training room no longer has items to continue practicing, I'll think of another way then..."

Trauma Surgery also has its own training room, but the operation items inside the training room are not in a state of great perfection either.

The core basic skills of Trauma Surgery, such as Debridement Technique and Hemostasis Technique, have corresponding practice items from skill proficiency Level 1 to Level 4, but above Level 4, clear corresponding training items are gone, requiring the school to introduce or develop them independently.

The significance of the training room's existence lies in teaching, and the development of such teaching modules is the task and responsibility of the professors of the Physiology Laboratory and the professors in charge of subject teaching research.

Naturally, the first thing Fang Ziye would do after stepping down as Chief Resident would definitely be to take charge of teaching for a period of time, and then Fang Ziye would also ponder whether he could achieve some results in this area.

Luo Tingzhu shook her head: "Senior Brother, the Clinical Medicine major only has Surgical Physiology Experiments, no Internal Medicine Physiology Experiments, let alone Anesthesiology Physiology Experiment subjects."

"So, actually the current training rooms are not in the most complete state; after everyone practices to a certain level of basic skills, they can only rely on figuring it out in clinical practice."

"Currently, except for the Hand Surgery training room which has continuously extended basic skills practice items to 'Entering the Hall' level and above, other specialties and sub-specialties rarely have training items for 'Entering the Hall Level' proficiency."

The current Clinical Medicine teaching modules are definitely not perfect.

But imperfect does not mean teaching improvement cannot be completed, nor that talents cannot be cultivated; rather, after all basic training items are completed, the rest can only rely on comprehension and qualification.

"That day on 520..." Fang Ziye suddenly changed the topic.

Unexpectedly, Luo Tingzhu immediately tensed up upon hearing this, her ear roots and neck stained red, starting to look left and right.

Seeing this, even Ceng Quanming slightly frowned and then gently shook his head.

This little girl is still this shy; during the May 1st holiday, didn't Fang Ziye specifically ask for leave to go to Sha City and play with her?

But it's also understandable, she's a young girl...

"That day I'm on duty, let's have a small celebration in the Inpatient General Office?" Fang Ziye very disappointedly mentioned.

But precisely this sentence made Luo Tingzhu feel pardoned, nodding repeatedly: "Good good good, I had my cousin mail me some hot pot base, we can cook a small hot pot."

"Can't do hot pot in the department, right?" Fang Ziye thought for a moment and asked.

"Malatang. I brought the malatang from home." Luo Tingzhu had long since planned the solution.

"Okay, just hope we don't get diarrhea." Fang Ziye cracked a joke.

Luo Tingzhu puffed out her chest: "Impossible, this hot pot base was stir-fried by my cousin's family themselves, my uncle personally cooked, the oil used was all freshly rendered beef tallow. Not that kind of oil."

Luo Tingzhu is a Chongqing local, so he seems to know some of the tricks to hot pot base.

The two youngsters started discussing how to spend the 520 anniversary.

"..."

After another two-plus hours, the time reached 9:22 PM. The surgery was about to end.

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu had long since stopped chatting; Luo Tingzhu was currently withdrawing the anesthesia, while Ceng Quanming sat steadily at the fishing terrace the whole time, not moving a muscle.

Deng Yong, Liu Huanglong, Yuan Weihong, and Qin Geluo — the four superiors — stepped down, and Nie Mingxian took charge of leading everyone to complete the subsequent patient turnover work.

After stepping down, the group walked out of the operating room; Qin Geluo had barely stepped out the door when he nearly burst into tears, pretending to bury his head into Yuan Weihong's shoulder, his voice aggrieved: "Wei Ge..."

Yuan Weihong said: "Oh, it's fine, it's fine, oh, I know you're still the most useless!"

Qin Geluo instantly realized he had complained to the wrong person; Yuan Weihong might change his personality for a moment, but could he change it for a lifetime?

He immediately flipped his inner bitterness outward for everyone to see.

Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong both let out a "puchi" laugh upon hearing this.

They secretly thought Qin Geluo was truly unlucky.

Ever since Li Nuo went to Spine Surgery, Qin Geluo — a perfectly good superior — had thought he would welcome Fang Ziye and things would be good, that he could turn over a new leaf from being the little brother, but instead he welcomed an immortal.

Then Professor Liu Huanglong joined the group, and that goes without saying — he definitely stood on Qin Geluo's shoulders.

Even Nie Mingxian, whom Liu Huanglong brought along, Qin Geluo couldn't compare to at all — not just in professional title, but in strength and talent too...

In other words, Qin Geluo had barely escaped his little brother status, but after Li Nuo left, he became the little brother among little brothers again...

Qin Geluo's face darkened; he sprang up from Yuan Weihong's shoulder, his voice cut off, his gaze growing even more resentful.

Yuan Weihong reached out and patted his head: "Alright, alright, oh, I won't say you're the most useless anymore, oh?"

Qin Geluo died of social embarrassment right then and there.

He stood at attention on the spot, did an about-face, walked a few steps, and hid away.

Only then did Deng Yong say: "Cut it out, Yuan Weihong. Your situation isn't much better either."

With a subordinate bullying a subordinate, Deng Yong, as the head of the department, had to start maintaining order within the group — absolutely no internal strife allowed.

Yuan Weihong's expression right now was extremely colorful, extremely excited, extremely spirited; he slightly twisted his buttocks: "I think it's fine, though?"

Finished speaking, Yuan Weihong turned to look at Liu Huanglong, then at Fang Ziye, and lightly nodded.

Then, Yuan Weihong turned to look at Deng Yong, then again at Fang Ziye, and lightly nodded.

Immediately after, seeing Deng Yong had already started to raise his hand, Yuan Weihong directly flashed a step and accelerated forward a few steps.

His back dodged Deng Yong's slap; he twisted his waist and looked at Deng Yong's extremely dark face: "Teacher Deng, I was wrong!"

Although Liu Huanglong felt offended, after all, Liu Huanglong is currently a guest under someone else's roof, so he had to give Deng Yong some face to some extent.

And Deng Yong is the head of the department.

The head of the department's strength isn't the strongest; the group's greatest foundation has already shifted — Fang Ziye has already propped himself up with steel, from an unknown student to the one with the deepest internal force and the most exquisite moves.

Such a huge reversal carries a kind of rule-crushing equality among all beings!

You guys keep ranking your third, fourth, fifth; I'm second, no one is first...

Liu Huanglong looked at Fang Ziye, utterly unable to retort, and couldn't even pick out a flaw in Yuan Weihong's provocation just now.

Deng Yong clenched his fist, looking at Yuan Weihong: "You've been honest these few months because you were sandwiched in the middle, neither up nor down, so you restrained your personality, right?"

Yuan Weihong shook his head: "No no no, Teacher Deng, I didn't mean to offend."

"I'm very honest. Everyone knows! ~"

Yuan Weihong looked at Liu Huanglong; Liu Huanglong turned his head away, refusing to vouch for Yuan Weihong.

He looked at Qin Geluo again; Qin Geluo had just been bullied by Yuan Weihong, so naturally he wasn't on Wei Ge's side.

Pretending not to see, he just massaged Fang Ziye's arms and pressed his legs.

Yuan Weihong could only look to his own student.

"Right, Ziye?" Yuan Weihong called on him by name, not giving Fang Ziye a chance to play dumb.

"What did you just say? Master?" Fang Ziye stiffened, brows tightly furrowing.

One look and you could tell he didn't want to get mixed up in this.

Yuan Weihong immediately grinned a bit awkwardly; seeing Deng Yong's expression wasn't right, he stopped showing off.

Just, afterward when Yuan Weihong walked, his steps were exceptionally light, his whole temperament leaving only a refreshed and spirited air.

Liu Huanglong hurriedly changed the topic, asking: "Ziye, just before stepping down, Nie Mingxian said you have a set of new debridement method, currently unnamed — can this kind of debridement method be demonstrated and simulated for learning in the training room?"

All surgical techniques start as simple unnamed operations, then get defined as a certain technique, and finally get named.

Developing a surgery, the first step is correct operational skill; the second is unlocking the code on practice materials in the training room; the third is getting relatively good results in animal trials; the last is pushing it to clinical use.

Of course, this order can be slightly reversed — you can trial a part in clinical first, then reverse-engineer the surgery's basic principles.

This is a permission many chief physicians have.

Without patients taking risks, there would be no new surgical technique development, and no success.

"It should be possible, just currently a bit complex — I still need to simplify further, Professor Liu; at least until after June, then we can gradually carry out training room practice material exercises, animal trials, etc."

"But, I estimate our animal trials won't pass ethics review — artificially creating mangled extremities on live animals is extremely inhumane; even under anesthesia, it's still inhumane."

"So we need to leap directly from practice materials to clinical." Fang Ziye's research thinking is extremely sharp; he basically doesn't need to hesitate to spot a project's flaws.

"Animal trials?" Liu Huanglong grew slightly doubtful hearing Fang Ziye mention animal trials.

A person's energy is relatively limited; among the projects Liu Huanglong does, few involve animal trial components; Liu Huanglong currently hasn't done many clinical projects either, so naturally he lacks corresponding experience.

Yuan Weihong whispered a few sentences of explanation in Liu Huanglong's ear.

Upon hearing this, Liu Huanglong directly halted his leg mid-step down the stairs, tightened his core muscle strength, and raised his tone: "No way? You're saying Ziye he even came up with a new animal trial model?"

"For real or fake?"

No wonder Liu Huanglong was extremely surprised.

The new animal experimental model counts as the "ceiling" of animal experiments, and for a basic experiment, Fang Ziye can develop nearly a hundred workloads, which also counts as approaching the "ceiling"; a typical small team would need several years to complete it.

The clinical project Fang Ziye is currently operating on, that goes without saying, is also near-"ceiling" difficulty, with more prestige than the clinical projects for surgical technique improvements that Hand Surgery often conducts.

No one replied; Yuan Weihong instead deliberately steadied Liu Huanglong.

"Professor Liu, watch yourself, don't fall." Yuan Weihong soothed.

"Ziye, up to now, what's the smallest project you've done? What's the smallest paper you've published?" Liu Huanglong started to lose his composure.

Fang Ziye replied: "Professor Liu, I've published a CSCD paper to guarantee graduation. The smallest project was probably the atypia analysis of giant cell tumor of bone cells."

Fang Ziye answered very professionally.

Liu Huanglong only then finally caught his breath, nodded and came back to himself: "That's fine then, that's fine. I was just afraid all your papers would be articles from the get-go, and the impact factors would be double digits too — that would be too terrifying."

After Fang Ziye finally returned a down-to-earth sentence, Liu Huanglong suddenly felt that Fang Ziye seemed to have fallen back into the human world once more.

"Professor Deng, today's Friday, tomorrow's the weekend! The surgery schedule is going smoothly too — how about we go out for a team-building drink?" Liu Huanglong proposed after finishing the previous sentence.

Yuan Weihong and Qin Geluo both felt tempted upon hearing this.

Their gazes toward Liu Huanglong shifted slightly, carrying a hint of respect.

This is a big shot's privilege; Liu Huanglong and Deng Yong making this suggestion is the most fitting given their status.

However, as soon as Liu Huanglong made this suggestion, Fang Ziye immediately quickened his pace and walked ahead, then disappeared around the corner.

No other reason.

As the Chief Resident, Fang Ziye — whether it's a banquet or a small drink — has no fate with such things; the happiest entertainment he can enjoy is in his own little nest, buying some barbecue, pairing it with some drinks...

Watching Fang Ziye leave early, the four stared at each other for a while.

Only then did Liu Huanglong snap back and clap his hands: "I should've waited until Ziye went to work to say this. You say he's the most tired one, yet when it's time to be happy he uniquely can't go — how miserable."

Truly, if they didn't really know Fang Ziye is still a Chief Resident, Liu Huanglong really couldn't associate Fang Ziye with "Chief Resident."

How lavish is your Zhongnan Hospital, using Ziye as a Chief Resident.

But a Chief Resident is a stage, a form of tempering; it's not that just because Fang Ziye's basic skills are solid and his surgical technique formidable, he can skip this segment — that absolutely won't do.

Of course, Fang Ziye left, but the others who should go team-building still have to go.

It's not that they're not letting Fang Ziye go, nor are they afraid of one more mouth to feed; he can't go because of the nature of his work...

After Fang Ziye returned to the Inpatient General Office, he lay down first, sent a message to Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi telling him he could go home and sleep, then scrolled short videos for a while.

And then Nie Mingxian arrived!

Nie Mingxian didn't go team-building with the crowd; deciding to participate more in emergency surgeries alongside Fang Ziye, he actively closed off his leisure time and decided to share weal and woe with Fang Ziye.

After entering the Inpatient General Office, Nie Mingxian took out his phone, started filling in the mini program on one hand, and said: "Ziye, if we count by the number of operation opportunity redemptions you issued in the department, my joining in — isn't that a bit like bullying people?"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's lying body sat up in one motion, reached out and covered Nie Mingxian's operating phone: "Brother Xian, just don't fill it in. You evenly take one or two a day, or you give me yours — no need to fight with them for it! ~"

Joke aside, Nie Mingxian's current basic skills accumulation going up against Yan Zhiming and Li Yuanpei and the others — isn't that purely bullying people?

By the thickness of basic skills accumulation, Nie Mingxian's full set of Level 4 skills — all the others added together don't reach half of Nie Mingxian's.

The quantity of Nie Mingxian's Level 4 skills, even if not as many as Fang Ziye's, has accumulated a certain amount because he's a few years older than Fang Ziye.

If he goes down to the field and splits opportunities evenly with others, there's truly no game left to play.

So sometimes there's no need to genuinely insist on principled "fairness"; there's always someone who gets to enjoy unfairness — for instance, Nie Mingxian.

"That's what you said — you're responsible for explaining to Doctor Li and Doctor Yan and them?" Nie Mingxian clearly also wanted to participate more in emergency surgeries.

Because today cooperating with Fang Ziye, the newly learned debridement technique satisfied Nie Mingxian's "hand itch" thoroughly.

Once technique reaches a certain level, doing surgery and operating are addictive.

"Rest assured, Brother Xian."

"The brothers all know you're a Deputy Chief Physician, and they all respect you quite a bit — no need for me to bully using your authority." Fang Ziye explained a sentence.

Then, just as Nie Mingxian was about to speak, a knock sounded at the doorway.

"Senior Brother..." It was precisely Luo Tingzhu's voice coming from outside.

Hearing this, Nie Mingxian was about to chat a few more sentences with Fang Ziye, but immediately cut off abruptly.

Nie Mingxian patted Fang Ziye's shoulder, then actively pulled open the door.

"Senior... Senior Brother Nie." Luo Tingzhu's tone turned at least ninety degrees, from gentle to nervous, then recovered to calm.

"I'll go rest in the Doctor's Rest Room; you go in." Nie Mingxian passed by, gesturing casually with both hands.

Luo Tingzhu this time didn't blush, nor did she listen to Nie Mingxian's words; hearing this she instead turned, took off the pink snack pack from her chest: "Senior Brother Nie, I came to give Senior Brother something, I still have to go eat a late-night snack."

"I'll put the thing down and leave! ~" Luo Tingzhu said, bowing to place the snack pack at the Inpatient General Office doorway, then signaling Nie Mingxian not to go to the Doctor's Rest Room.

Nie Mingxian was suspicious for a moment, but Luo Tingzhu put the thing down, explained a sentence to Fang Ziye, and really left.

Long skirt to the knees, walking with measured steps, neither hurrying nor deliberately slowing — only she was holding her phone, clearly chatting with Fang Ziye about something.

Fang Ziye actively walked out the door: "Brother Xian, come in and eat something together, have a drink."

"Right now I'm still of that stance — eat when you should, drink when you should, otherwise later when you want to eat there won't be any."

Only then did Nie Mingxian walk back into the Inpatient General Office, puffing his cheeks thoughtfully: "Ziye, truthfully, when I just went out I was still thinking, you must envy my freedom."

"But now, I'm a bit envious of you instead."

Fang Ziye heard this and preened a sentence: "I also feel pretty happy. Brother Xian, you'll definitely find your own happiness too."

Speaking, Fang Ziye's heart stirred slightly once more.

Just now Luo Tingzhu entrusted Fang Ziye to help convey a message to Nie Mingxian, hoping to get Nie Mingxian's learning notes.

This is an attitude of seeking knowledge and teaching, unrelated to personal feelings.

Just, Luo Tingzhu's behavior like this made Fang Ziye think a bit of the Luo Tingzhu he first met. Back then, she had just arrived in Trauma Surgery.

Back then, Professor Deng Yong's place had more monks than porridge, basically not much project funding; Luo Tingzhu still had to apply for projects to do experiments herself, and back then she often stayed up late...

"True enough, come on, let me bask in some of your blessings, taste the flavor of the dog food you're scattering." Nie Mingxian sat down, took out a duck claw and started gnawing.

The more casual Nie Mingxian's movements, the more it proves his sense of immersion in this team runs deep.

After gnawing a few bites, Fang Ziye passed over a bottle of drink.

Nie Mingxian opened the drink bottle cap, took a sip, then bit into a duck claw, and while chewing asked: "Ziye, why don't you let all your excellent points show at once? This bit by bit, it's as if it's an escape room."

"Brother Xian, are you sure if I laid out all my skills at once it wouldn't be speaking deeply on shallow acquaintance, wouldn't be deliberately showing off?"

Fang Ziye finished speaking, his whole bearing straightened: "Brother Xian, mutual association is generally based on curiosity and complementarity."

"When words don't match, half a sentence is too much; association without mutual complementarity is basically just a wine-and-meat relationship."

Fang Ziye explained.

If right now, an academician twenty years older than Fang Ziye stood before him blabbering on about how awesome he is, Fang Ziye would only think: you're awesome, you're awesome, modal particle, I don't eat your family's rice, you can be awesome however you want to be awesome, without you I still can't eat rice?

But if it's said, there's a super big shot twenty years older than Fang Ziye wandering nearby, with relatively long interaction time with Fang Ziye, and also a certain degree of goodwill, then Fang Ziye would definitely actively lean in, to see if he could seek some learning opportunities.

This is the difference between the study phase and the job-seeking phase.

In the study phase, academic advancement is Fang Ziye's necessity; otherwise Fang Ziye cannot enter a threshold, fundamentally no way to retain at Zhongnan Hospital, can only go to a prefecture-level city hospital.

Went to a prefecture-level city hospital, how great is the difficulty to walk out again?

Look at Wu Xuanqi and you'll know, look again at Nie Mingxian and you'll know, they similarly need to make up their academic credentials.

Nie Mingxian then no longer replied.

When the two spoke again, they had already moved on to the next topic.

……

In a private room of a BBQ restaurant, a group of doctors buried their heads and started eating meat, two waiters helping grill meat.

Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong, the two of them, after moving a couple of chopsticks, seemed to have no more desire to eat. Instead they started chatting.

Yuan Weihong occasionally moved a chopstick, then with a subordinate's identity suggested: "Teacher Deng, Professor Liu, I feel our team's current development trend is especially good."

"A team, nothing more than teaching, forward direction, topic accumulation these few pieces."

"Teaching is a relatively long topic, set aside for now. Forward direction, this has a bit too many."

"Clinical research, basic research, patent vectors in clinical research and so on many directions, we can all unfold in detail to conduct research."

"As of now, through statistics of our group internal potential topics, I discovered, we currently have at least eight or nine major directions that can be pursued, some fine branches, simply no need to discuss at all."

"And due to Professor Liu and Nie Mingxian's participation, our team further demonstrated the power of accumulation leads to breakthrough……"

Yuan Weihong first padded the ground, only then brought the topic to ground.

"Professor Liu, let me first explain in detail, the major topics and sub-topics we can advance ah."

"Major topic direction, one, fracture re-classification and manual reduction indications and surgical indications redefinition."

"Two, osteosarcoma basic research, search for special anti-tumor targets."

"Three, based on hk2 knockout nude mice biological and physiological characteristic changes deep discussion and research, further explore hk2 as tumor knockout target biological safety, life safety."

"Four, mangled extremity topic."

"Five, mangled extremity postoperative functional reconstruction topic."

"Six, limb replantation surgery."

"Seven, single limb extracorporeal circulation instrument exploration and research……"

"Eight, osteosarcoma……"

Yuan Weihong first discussed some topics based on himself and Fang Ziye as base points, only then included Teacher Deng's big team topics into the consideration scope.

Yuan Weihong first expressed stance: "Teacher Deng, Teacher Liu, these topics, everyone in our team, as long as interested, can choose direction and follow in."

Yuan Weihong now has many topics, group internal manpower insufficient, can only open the village entrance, let Teacher Deng's students also participate, otherwise it's occupying the latrine without shitting, wasting preliminary research accumulation.

Hearing Yuan Weihong list like this, even though Liu Huanglong counts as well-informed, he was also quite tongue-clicking in amazement.

This is really a single group's small team can have topic direction quantity, not a department's super team?

The four words accumulation leads to breakthrough, could not be more fitting.

"One Ziye, can at least top three medium-scale teams! ~" Liu Huanglong exclaimed with emotion.

(Chapter End)