Chapter 430: Show Off and Run (Seeking Subscriptions)

"Doctor Fang, wait a moment."

Just as Fang Ziye was about to step down from the first tier of the platform, Professor Qi Qiaowen's voice spread through the microphone; Fang Ziye turned his head slightly, a look of doubt on his face.

Under the gaze of everyone, Qi Qiaowen swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Doctor Fang, this... the staff made a small mistake and brought the wrong base material for the incision technique."

"I'm too far away to see clearly; it was only by looking at the big screen just now that I realized the base material brought up was wrong — what a blunder."

Practice base materials — each type of practice material basically corresponds to only one level of operational technique; they are the painstaking results of careful summarization by many experts.

As a base material, pork belly is only suitable for practicing incision technique skills at the "Entering the Hall" level and below.

Fang Ziye's incision technique has surpassed the "Entering the Hall" level, so he can defy the basic operational skills preset by experts; even with low-level practice materials, he can demonstrate operational capabilities of a higher proficiency.

Just like now — the pork belly Fang Ziye incised has indeed separated into only two layers.

There is no difference from an ordinary butcher's incision, but the difference from a butcher's incision lies in the fact that at the parts where fat and lean meat alternate, the fat and lean meat are completely separated, and it is done in one continuous stroke.

The cut surfaces of the fat and lean meat are not flat planes, but uneven curved surfaces!

Such an incision technique means Fang Ziye has already applied the scalpel to the "Scaling the Peak" realm; but if others try to learn from Fang Ziye and 'simulate' his incision technique by reversing the base material, the final result will only be 'all beings are equal'.

What is 'all beings are equal'? It means either everyone passes, or everyone fails!

There is a blind spot here — Trauma Surgery has no precedent of using pork belly incision to assess incision technique proficiency levels.

After thinking this through, Qi Qiaowen immediately took the initiative to shoulder the blame: "This is my dereliction of duty as Chief Examiner; Doctor Fang, I apologize to you."

Hearing Qi Qiaowen apologize so straightforwardly, Fang Ziye also reined in his steps and smiled: "Professor Qi, I actually found it strange too; last year's incision competition format all used vascular incision as the case."

"Even if there are detailed changes this year, they wouldn't be too big; I thought it was the organizer being innovative, a new expansion direction for displaying practice materials in the training room!"

While walking, Fang Ziye turned back onto the platform.

Although this time someone unscrupulous probably wanted to give him a show of force, it backfired and left the other party unable to step down.

But Fang Ziye didn't cling to such a small handle and refuse to let go.

This is such a formal occasion; letting the whole competition stall because of his own displeasure would obviously be disregarding the overall situation.

Professor Qi, such a veteran professor, has already apologized — what more can you do? Have the whole Trauma Surgery Society organize an investigation to find out exactly whose mistake this small error was?

Have Professor Qi called out by name and criticized, have the 'staff member', some 'ignorant' master's student or doctor who was instructed, dragged to the front of the platform to be humiliated?

There is no such necessity.

Naturally, Fang Ziye didn't completely gloss over the matter either; the sarcastic flavor was concentrated to the extreme —

The ultimate landing point of all scientific research development is what has been recognized for years and included in textbooks.

Simple textbooks are of course books; the practice materials in the training room are actually standardized operational training courses at the specialty textbook level.

Don't think the practice materials and practice modes in the training room are casually fabricated; every step of deepening has gone through layers of deliberation, experienced the growth of many students, and only after receiving certification of usefulness and convenience do they appear in the training room.

For example, the mouse tail artery anastomosis analogous to finger no-man's-land vascular suture; for example, Trauma Surgery's tofu carving, etc...

Peking Union Medical College Hospital is a famous teaching hospital; its reputation in Han City and nationwide is much higher than Zhongnan Hospital.

As a teaching hospital, it is very normal for Peking Union Medical College Hospital to produce new teaching products through scientific research.

So you, Qi Qiaowen, also have the qualifications to produce new teaching things!

I, Fang Ziye, respect you from the bottom of my heart.

But is this the truth?

Of course not.

Professor Qi Qiaowen's eyebrows twitched for a while before he explained: "Doctor Fang, isn't this just a misunderstanding?"

"Sorry about that; for the smooth progress of the competition, I'll have to trouble you for a bit more time."

Qi Qiaowen dared not respond head-on.

First, this is not a new training room training item; second, whether this pork belly incision technique is suitable for training 'Entering the Hall' level skill, currently even the lead operator for this research project hasn't been determined.

Of course, Professor Qi Qiaowen still retreated to advance and counterattacked; in the name of apology, using the excuse of wasting time, to make you shut up — you, Fang Ziye, can't possibly be this arrogant, right?

"Professor Qi flatters me; my personal time is very abundant. Embarrassing myself once or ten times doesn't matter — my skin is thick, and I have the advantage of being young."

"Following the principle that if you don't make mistakes you won't have the opportunity to be guided, encountering a variable, I thought I'd test it first, and correct it if there's an error!"

"I dare not question the arrangements of the various teachers." Fang Ziye retreated to advance once again.

In this kind of academic exchange, you never think others will respect the old and cherish the young; it can be said that as long as you are not from the same master's school as the other party, you must be prepared to be 'bombarded'.

At all times, it is like this.

What is academia? Daring to question authority, question textbooks, and refute them with reason and evidence, disprove them through various methods — whether proving true or proving false, it is all academia.

Within the academic field, it is actually the most devoid of human relations and worldly wisdom.

You either don't come; if you come, you must be prepared to be shameless or lose face, even to be heckled by the audience until you can't stay on the platform.

It can't be that you want to show off, do things others can't do, make a mistake you didn't discover yourself, and colleagues still can't evaluate you?

Based on what? Are you the god of research? Does the whole world revolve around you?

So, coming to this occasion, whether you're a professor, associate professor, or attending physician, relatively speaking, you are equal.

As long as you have sufficient reason, even if the speaker is a professor, an ordinary master's student can stab him with a 'knife'; if you don't dare to stab, you found a loophole, you can have your teacher stab, have your master's master stab!

A public academic conference is like this — without refutation and dispute there is no progress.

Qi Qiaowen was immediately rebutted into speechlessness.

Fang Ziye is at most just a Junior Attending; what qualifications does he have to question your arrangements as a professor?

"Doctor Fang, you've worked hard." Qi Qiaowen held the microphone with an accompanying smile, and also looked toward the entrance of the competition venue —

A middle-aged old fox leading a young old fox walked in.

Spies followed behind and beside them; someone must have seen Fang Ziye's operation materials being swapped and went to leak the news.

Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong walked over directly from the Trauma Surgery venue next door.

But they didn't approach; they just stood to the side, standing directly opposite Fang Ziye, like two 'platform' young ladies.

Fang Ziye naturally noticed his own hospital's "Big Brothers".

Deng Yong, Yuan Weihong, Professor Dong Yaohui who had rushed over from Yi City, and Professor Han Yuanxiao also came over.

Play is play, fool around is fool around, but when it comes to presenting a united front, Han Yuanxiao's stance would never be ambiguous.

Fang Ziye then said, "Professor Qi flatters me. It is you who have worked hard; I am filled with trepidation."

Immediately after, Fang Ziye said, "Professor Qi, actually I feel that the incision technique I just performed didn't have any problems either!"

"Using it as a competition event would also be quite good."

Qi Qiaowen's expression changed instantly upon hearing this.

This scoundrel Fang Ziye!

Upon seeing the people from Zhongnan Hospital arrive, he immediately turned the tables!

What is this? This is a competition, not a joke.

According to the competition rules, however the pre-match rehearsal is operated, you contestants just 'imitate' that; it is not that however you arrange the competition field, the rehearsal operator operates that way, and then the contestants 'imitate'!

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, Zhang Zi Xi from the contestant team also immediately understood and said, "Chief Examiner, I agree with Doctor Fang's suggestion. According to the competition rules, our next incision technique assessment item is the layered incision technique of pork belly!"

Qi Qiaowen stood up upon hearing this, glanced at Dong Dongsheng beside him, then looked at Zhong Wenyan from Tongji Hospital.

This rotten idea came from these two Associate Professors, yet now only he has to step out and clean up the mess: "This?"

"If we are to conduct the competition according to the form Doctor Fang operated in, it deviates slightly from the assessment items preset by us organizers."

"We also haven't prepared this much raw material! ~"

Hearing this, Yuan Weihong down below started jeering: "Professor Qi, it's not some precious and rare practice material, it's just pork belly. Make a call and have the hotel send it up; they can definitely arrange it."

"This pork belly isn't Wagyu beef; Han City's supply is temporarily unlimited."

It was very obvious they wanted to force the mistake to stand.

What kind of thing is this?

You say let Fang Ziye re-operate once and he operates once; are Zhongnan Hospital's people that easy to bully?

You made Fang Ziye use pork belly as the incision technique practice material, so you must see it through. How many points other candidates score is your scoring team's business.

Even if everyone gets 100, or everyone gets 0, it has not a single cent to do with us.

Pulling a smart stunt like this on such a formal occasion without paying a price — are you joking?

Fang Ziye is young and inexperienced; he didn't know your original intent was to make a fool of him. But don't you forget, Fang Ziye still has teachers, right?

You originally thought you could play the savior rescuing Fang Ziye from 'embarrassment,' then proactively criticize the staff, giving Fang Ziye another chance at the rehearsal operation, letting Fang Ziye know who's boss.

Unexpectedly, our Ziye is capable enough; you give him mismatched practice material, and he operates it in a way you can't understand?

Hearing this, Professor An Lumming from the Provincial People's Hospital also walked in from outside.

The Provincial People's Hospital and Tongji Hospital are the organizers; Peking Union Medical College Hospital is the co-organizer.

A glitch has occurred in the competition arena at this moment, so a specialty bigwig from one of the organizers naturally has to come over and take a look.

Professor An Lumming had just arrived when someone whispered in his ear for a while.

An Lumming looked at the pork belly in front of Fang Ziye's operating table — distinct layers of fat and lean, as if torn off by hand!

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, but he didn't take the microphone someone handed him, merely nodding at Professor Qi Qiaowen.

Qi Qiaowen now also had no choice but to brace himself and say: "Let us use warm applause to thank Doctor Fang for his wonderful performance."

"Such an incision technique is simply inconceivable. Next, please let all contestants prepare; our second session's first round will begin immediately according to the lottery order."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye silently walked off the stage from the side.

When Fang Ziye passed Pang Shu and Long Yuan, both secretly gave him a big thumbs-up. It was very obvious: today Fang Ziye operated this hard, and after this competition ends, someone is going to be unlucky.

The person who came up with the rotten idea, after returning, even if not beaten a couple of times, will definitely get a furious scolding.

Today's incision technique competition results will definitely draw many objections in the end.

But this isn't Fang Ziye's fault.

It wasn't Fang Ziye who actively requested 'super-high' level incision technique; Fang Ziye was just arranged this way.

However, the 'incision technique' Fang Ziye performed is already National Treasure Doctor level; others have to simulate National Treasure Doctor level incision technique?

How could they simulate it? 'National Treasure Doctor' level basic skills are still this valued? And can be respected like this.

"Teacher Pang, Director Long, hello." Fang Ziye greeted the two.

"Your Brother Xuan will beat you after his competition; you made it so the incision technique can't pull a gap in scores, this year's Special Prize is probably in jeopardy again." Long Yuan grabbed Fang Ziye's sleeve.

Wu Xuanqi won't be satisfied without the Special Prize; competing again this year, aiming straight for the Special Prize.

However, with one item unable to create a score gap, they'll have to be even more careful.

"Director Long, this can't be blamed on me, right? I was also stunned for several seconds after going on stage, and no one explained to me what was going on?" Fang Ziye looked completely innocent.

Pang Shu beside him reached out and shook hands with Fang Ziye, saying in a low voice: "Actually, giving you the championship last year was a kind of luck for all contestants; otherwise, with you competing together with them this year, you would absolutely beat the shit out of them."

"This isn't even the same level of battle anymore."

Long Yuan leaned close to Pang Shu and explained: "Even professor-level figures going head-to-head with Ziye on basic skills now mostly never return. The current Ziye just lacks proficiency in mature techniques."

"Basic skills invincible!"

"Personally designated by Professor Duan." Long Yuan gave Fang Ziye a thumbs-up.

Pang Shu touched his protruding forehead upon hearing this: "Since it's like this, why didn't you say so earlier?"

Long Yuan's left temple had many white hairs mixed in: "What use would saying it do? I don't meddle that much."

"Doctor Fang, you've worked hard." Long Yuan still greeted Fang Ziye very amiably, face full of kindness.

Fang Ziye nodded upon hearing this, then shook hands with Pang Shu and Long Yuan before leaving.

After leaving the competition venue, Deng Yong came up laughing with his mouth wide open: "Ziye, nothing else just now, right?"

"Nothing, Master." Fang Ziye replied truthfully, then took out his phone to check the time.

"Master, I'll head back first. When I came over, a mangled extremity case came in; I promised Senior Brother Wang I'd rush back as soon as possible."

Deng Yong's expression turned solemn upon hearing this. He looked Fang Ziye up and down.

"Alright! Clinical matters still can't be delayed." Deng Yong immediately stepped aside half a body width after speaking.

Wang Yuanqi is also Deng Yong's student, and has a fellow disciple relationship with Fang Ziye. Deng Yong couldn't show any bias toward how the two interact now.

Fang Ziye walked forward while greeting Yuan Weihong and Professor Han Yuanxiao, then hurriedly lowered his head and descended the escalator, simultaneously starting to hail a cab.

If it weren't for Professor Qi Qiaowen calling Fang Ziye back to the stage, Fang Ziye would have been able to get in a car and leave by now.

Seeing the estimated wait was six minutes, Fang Ziye didn't cancel.

The current competition venue is on the fourth floor; estimated to reach the doorway also takes one or two minutes.

After Fang Ziye left.

Han Yuanxiao only then looked somewhat awkwardly toward Deng Yong's direction, discovering Deng Yong's expression carried a few degrees of pondering, explained: "Professor Deng, Ziye he is able to do more work."

"Setting aside Ziye's factor, Wang Yuanqi's qualification isn't bad either; participating in this kind of young physician competition in the future, getting top three is absolutely no problem!"

Not all new employees are Fang Ziye; students with clinical qualifications like Wang Yuanqi should also be valued.

Deng Yong's face darkened a few degrees more, finally clenched his right fist, touched Han Yuanxiao's right upper arm: "Director Han, I do not suggest you intervene in Ziye and Wang Yuanqi's relationship."

"If the situation necessitates, I will have Wang Yuanqi go work at other units."

Deng Yong spoke to this point, then stepped away and left first.

Trauma Surgery Sub-venue, the second session of the afternoon session, Professor Deng Yong is the conference host, he must go over.

Han Yuanxiao watched Deng Yong's back view disappear into the crowd, looked left and right, then led his own students and also left the spot.

The competition at the competition venue continues on...

The competition mode has no difference whatsoever from last year in Enshi.

Only, when the first round ended, all contestants' operation results were displayed before everyone, the entire competition site instantly fell dead silent.

If they didn't misread, this year's incision technique first round participants include two who were last year's top ten.

Provincial People's Hospital's Zhang Wenshang, Tongji Hospital's doctoral student Guo Haichao, their incision techniques looked not too different from others'.

As if it truly was Fang Ziye's incision technique, cutting out a chasm.

Under one knife, all beings are equal.

This is no longer "entered the hall and room" level incision technique; this is already incision technique surpassing what ordinary people can imitate.

This one move, seems like the competition schedule really will cause a foul-up.

Provincial People's Hospital's Zhang Wenshang after stepping down, re-examined his own operation results, could only smash his left fist into his right palm in anger; beyond that, no way to vent.

"Second round contestants please enter, third round contestants please enter the waiting area..." Professor Qi Qiaowen still sat steadily on the fishing terrace, unperturbed.

Below the stage, people began discussing heatedly.

Xiong Jinhuan tilted his head rubbing his cheek: "Brother Pei, Industry Brother is really f*cking awesome?!"

Li Yuanpei's eyebrows shot up: "This matter has nothing to do with Industry Brother; Brother Yan explained before going on stage, if Industry Brother's operation couldn't perform to standard, it would become a dilemma."

"Then everyone's scores will all be perfect hundred; then the ones mocked won't be the organizers, you know?"

Xiong Jinhuan of course knew; when Yan Zhiming analyzed, Xiong Jinhuan was also present: "So, the stone's been lifted, it's impossible to be unharmed; either hurt yourself, or hurt others besides yourself."

"This might be Professor Qi and the others testing Industry Brother?"

"Older Brother, which round are you?"

"Me, sixth round." Xiong Jinhuan took out his lottery sequence number.

Now already second-year doctoral students, they are naturally the main force of participants, emphasis on participation.

When Fang Ziye reached the Emergency Department doorway, he discovered the scoring screenshot Xiong Jinhuan sent him.

"Zhang Wenshang 62 points, Guo Haichao 61 points, Luo Huan 60 points, Jin Guodong 60 points..."

Last year's Zhang Wenshang and Guo Haichao, Fang Ziye had both witnessed, and even had a small gathering together; both are very outstanding figures among the younger generation. Especially Guo Haichao, even more so with doctoral identity, entered the top ten.

Zhang Wenshang is even more an outstanding figure among mature physicians; in terms of true strength, comparable to Attending Nie Xue Hua. Only Nie Xue Hua has already exceeded 35 years old, can't compete this year; Zhongnan Hospital's Zhang Zi Xi is only thirty-four this year, can still participate two more sessions.

As for Luo Huan and Jin Guodong, seeing the identities Xiong Jinhuan sent are two young physicians from prefecture-level city hospitals, ordinary masters who found employment after master's graduation.

"Older Brother, if there's a chance, help me apologize to Brother Zi Xi!"

"This round, he also can't pull open a score gap with others." Fang Ziye instantly understood Xiong Jinhuan's meaning, then replied.

Following this trend, Zhang Zi Xi would similarly be affected.

"Brother Zi Xi is right beside me, grinning happily."

"He says, pretty satisfying; even if can't get Special Prize, can get First Prize, enough." Xiong Jinhuan replied.

Fang Ziye then set his mind at ease: "Then I'll go into the operating room first..."

"Go go, Industry Brother, you go ahead and be busy. Thanks for the hard work."

"I'm just continuously sharing the venue scores with you, Industry Brother. Haha." Xiong Jinhuan is also quite happy at this moment.

After all, if scores are like this, he can still free-ride at least one more round at the venue before being eliminated.

And those who need to use incision technique basic skills to pull open gaps with others, estimated in their hearts can curse Professor Qi Qiaowen and the others to death!

An utterly ordinary segment, completely smashed other people's operation item advantages, how could this not incur hatred?

When the schedule reached the seventh round, Xiong Jinhuan finally had time to go to the restroom.

At this moment, in the restroom near the Trauma Surgery sub-venue, someone was puffing smoke, and complaining: "What the f*ck, Zhongnan Hospital's Fang Ziye a psychopath? Crossed the river then blew up the bridge!"

"What meaning does this kind of operation and competition have? My f*cking score has not a shred of difference from an ordinary master's."

"What a load of crap."

Another person might understand a bit, softly explained: "Can't blame him, right?"

"Operation rehearsal item, wasn't arranged by Doctor Fang."

"The organizer arranged everything in advance; it's also impossible for them to communicate with Fang Ziye ahead of time about what the project actually is, to avoid leaking the question."

"If you take a mismatched key and insist on opening the door, either the key breaks or the lock breaks."

"What do you mean? Are you saying that even if Fang Ziye doesn't handle it well, this operation project is just set like this?"

"Then everyone will just pass with high scores?"

The other person extinguished his cigarette butt: "Can't rule out that possibility. This is a pre-competition operation rehearsal, not child's play. Just saying a staff member made a mistake — how could that kind of explanation convince anyone?"

"Can only go with the mistake."

"However, I also don't know whether this kind of speculation is true or false; with the organizer arranging it like this, what kind of deeper meaning could there be?"

"..."

Xiong Jinhuan passed from the side, his mind entirely on the gossip, yet he acted calm and unperturbed. He deliberately shook his bird for two extra minutes, waiting until the two finished gossiping before leaving.

However, when Xiong Jinhuan exited the toilet door, his brows furrowed tightly.

Not to mention other things, just the last sentence these two analyzed a moment ago — he had to pay attention to it.

"Could it be that their target is Fang Ziye this person? And doesn't carry any other purpose?"

Xiong Jinhuan heard this, and his heart couldn't help but tighten.

Xiong Jinhuan himself could see that with the current Fang Ziye at Zhongnan, just how much advantage other people actually have.

Even if Fang Ziye doesn't stand on Han Yuanxiao's side, Xiong Jinhuan feels that during his PhD, he has too many things he can do.

Basic research projects are each person doing their own, but clinical projects have very high participation potential.

After Li Yuanpei took over the team, he invited Xiong Jinhuan to also participate in a link of the clinical project; believing that before long, he can squeeze out a six-to-seven-point article-type paper.

A six-to-seven-point article isn't something any random person can produce; it's very favorable for demonstrating research ability.

If later he can mix in a few more, even if he can't stay at Zhongnan, he can go to the Provincial People's Hospital and "show off before the masses"?

Even possibly go to a unit like Tongji Union, and deliver a "Buddha's Divine Palm" descending from the heavens!

If Fang Ziye gets poached away by someone?

Then.

After Xiong Jinhuan understood, without even waiting to see his final grades, he went straight to the Trauma Surgery Sub-venue, found his teacher Han Yuanxiao, and told him everything he had just heard.

Han Yuanxiao heard this, and his brows furrowed.

"Jinhuan, someone contacting Ziye is a very normal thing; today's farce shouldn't be a form of approach."

"This kind of thankless task, and poaching?"

"Wait a minute? What did you just hear people say?" Han Yuanxiao tilted his head.

Xiong Jinhuan said: "Could it be that their target is Fang Ziye this person? And doesn't carry any other purpose?"

Han Yuanxiao heard this, and fell silent first.

Poaching is an open and aboveboard method; not to mention you Han Yuanxiao can't scold others, even your Zhongnan Hospital's Dean Wang can only stare helplessly; what you should think about is why you can't keep people, not why others would poach them.

Following this line of thought to analyze carefully, then what reason do Tongji and Union have to pry Fang Ziye away?

Could it be that our Zhongnan Hospital's superiors didn't discover it in time, letting Fang Ziye be at the "crest of the storm," with no one able to help? Fang Ziye would be greatly disappointed?

This kind of speculation doesn't hold.

Fang Ziye and Deng Yong's relationship isn't especially deep, but as long as Yuan Weihong doesn't leave, Fang Ziye has no reason to leave.

But if Yuan Weihong gets poached away, the probability of Fang Ziye leaving Zhongnan Hospital is sixty-five percent or higher!

And whether Yuan Weihong can be poached away, Han Yuanxiao doesn't have a shred of certainty.

Professor Deng Yong does have the grace of recognizing Yuan Weihong's talent, but the premise of this grace is that before Yuan Weihong's PhD graduation, he kills off all the 'other PhDs' in the department thoroughly.

This belongs to seeing talent and forming intent, not truly developing feelings through interaction.

Han Yuanxiao has seriously analyzed the relationship between Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong; this has already exceeded the ordinary relationship between teacher and student, even exceeding the general master-disciple relationship.

If not so, during Fang Ziye's Master's graduation defense, he definitely couldn't have written such deeply moving acknowledgments.

Han Yuanxiao is slightly panicked.

Now, he indeed is the Ward Director, indeed has personnel authority.

But if Fang Ziye really gets poached away, Old Professor Li Guohua would probably come out from inside and fix him; Old Professor Xiong Zhizhang would also make a move to kill his Director position!

Don't look at the surface now being all calm; Old Professor Xiong Zhizhang still steadily sits at the Training Room's instrument supply post, never interfering in department matters.

But when something truly happens, even if it's just a talented PhD, they can push Deng Yong down; what is this Han Yuanxiao?

Han Yuanxiao analyzes his own post-retirement life and desires; probably he just hopes his unit can develop more vigorously, not become a talent delivery station.

When Han Yuanxiao thought here, he discovered Yuan Weihong was currently walking into the sub-venue chatting and laughing with Tongji Hospital's Long Yuan; during which, Long Yuan kept explaining something to Yuan Weihong.

At this time, Deng Yong was on the Conference Chairman's platform, acting as host, reading other speakers' resumes and positions, introducing the speakers' 'awesome' identities.

Completely unaware that his subordinate was being alienated.

When Han Yuanxiao analyzed to here, he put on a mask, pretended to walk toward Long Yuan and Yuan Weihong's direction, approached but didn't get close, and stood in the crowd inconspicuously 'eavesdropping'!

"Wei Ge, then what's there to say? As long as you're willing to come, not to mention my position, even Professor Zhong's position given to you would be no problem."

"Besides, your contract happens to be expiring soon."

"This counts as normal personnel flow." Long Yuan said lightly.

"Professor Duan is a very amiable person, very easy to get along with."

"Besides, Wei Ge, at this point you still haven't done rural rotation; I really don't know how your hospital arranges things! ~"

Yuan Weihong just laughed and said: "I'm already an old oil stick now; where would an old oil stick be as popular as a pretty boy?"

"Wei Ge, saying something not too pleasant, a bear-colored (sai) like me is about to become a Doctoral Supervisor, and you haven't even been promoted to Deputy Chief Physician yet. Speaking from the heart, I really feel it's not worth it for you! ~"

"Fair point."

"If I were you, I'd definitely have unresolved grievance." Long Yuan said.

"Second point, this time Ziye, as Zhongnan Hospital's youth talent, appears for the first time at the competition venue for pre-match rehearsal; such an important matter, yet no one asked about it in advance either."

"Brother Wei, if I hadn't notified you in advance, would anyone else have cared?"

"No! ~"

"Neither our Organizer nor the co-organizer received a single phone call or message! ~ Is it that Fang Ziye is unworthy? Or does he think everyone in this jianghu is kind-hearted?" Long Yuan said calmly.

"This is Hubei Province, Professor Duan and Deng Professor are close friends. What about after that?"

"Once they leave the province, as teachers, shouldn't they keep a closer watch? Shouldn't they care even the first time?"

Yuan Weihong was expressionless, yet had nothing to say; he had clearly been sown discord against.

Beside him, deep within Han Yuanxiao's heart, waves of shock had already arisen.

Fang Ziye openly finished showing off and left, but left behind a great deal of trouble!

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(Chapter End)