Chapter 437

The muscles, nerves, and blood vessels reconnected before his eyes had largely returned to normal; Fang Ziye straightened his hunched body, calmly regulated his breathing a few times, and only then spoke in a voice gentle as spring.

"Brother Xian, Teacher Liu, can I sneak off and step down first?"

"Professor Xie has already been on continuous duty in the Trauma Center Clinic for nearly forty hours. I thought I'd go over early to relieve him."

Liu Huanglong, immersed in the surgical field experiencing Fang Ziye's suture quality, didn't even raise his head, merely waving his hand lightly at Fang Ziye.

Nie Mingxian, who had shared duty shifts with Fang Ziye, knew the hardship of the Trauma Center Clinic, so he hurriedly replied: "Ziye, you go ahead. At this critical time for the academic conference, both you and Professor Xie have to shoulder the extra burden."

"After all, the time you two spend out there has to be split evenly between you."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said no more, retreating a few steps away from the operating table.

The circulating nurse immediately stepped forward to help Fang Ziye unfasten the collar of his sterile surgical gown, but Fang Ziye did not take off the sterile surgical gown and leave immediately after removing his sterile gloves.

Instead, he continued backing up against the operating room wall, pressed his back flat against the wall through the sterile surgical gown in a spread-eagle pose, tilted his head to the right, narrowed his eyes, and dozed off for a while.

Seeing this, the circulating nurse who had just sat down put the mobile phone she had picked up back, staring blankly at Fang Ziye; his handsome youth showed in his clear, delicate brows, but his fatigued, narrowed eyes certainly did not conceal his exhaustion.

Even someone as strong and young as Fang Ziye had been reduced to this state.

The circulating nurse did not think Fang Ziye was being deliberately difficult; rather, she felt a faint heartache.

It had nothing to do with any romantic sentiment; it was simply a human's heartache for another human.

The anesthesiologist, seeing this, tensely half-rose from his seat and whistled at Liu Huanglong—

In the operating room, there has been more than one lead surgeon who died suddenly; in Zhongnan Hospital's operating rooms, there has been more than one lead surgeon who died suddenly.

The two words "sudden death" do not discriminate by age, gender, identity, status, nobility or lowliness...

Before the two words "life and death," all beings are equal.

"Pst, pst-pst~" Seeing that Professor Liu Huanglong and Nie Mingxian did not react, the anesthesiologist whistled twice more and even kicked his own anesthesia machine.

Only then did Liu Huanglong glance at the anesthesiologist, then look toward Fang Ziye's direction, his movement pausing slightly, before slowly setting down the instrument in his hand.

After about forty-odd seconds, Fang Ziye felt his whole body had relaxed fully; only then did he twist his neck left and right, and begin quickly taking off his clothes, eyes still unopened.

Seeing this scene, the anesthesiologist and Liu Huanglong each let down their raised hearts, and then each went back to their respective duties.

"Each going back to their respective duties" meant Liu Huanglong continued the surgery, and the anesthesiologist continued sitting with his legs crossed, absorbed in the specific plot of the novel playing in his Bluetooth headset.

Fang Ziye quietly tiptoed out of the operating room, disturbing not a single person.

Only after Fang Ziye left did the circulating nurse ask: "Professor Liu, this Doctor Fang is quite young, isn't he?"

"Twenty-eight this year." Liu Huanglong did not raise his head.

"Too young."

The circulating nurse's voice was as faint as a mosquito's, but it was still caught by Liu Huanglong; interrupted, he immediately pressed: "What's too young? You haven't tried it, so how can you say it's too young?"

"I mean age." The circulating nurse rolled her eyes at Liu Huanglong.

Liu Huanglong's eyeballs rolled around; a surgery of such superlative quality left his mood indescribable at this moment: "Haven't tried the age, can't say it's too young either."

The associate professor of Anesthesiology snapped out of his novel-listening trance and let out a "pfft" of laughter.

As a veteran driver, he was the first to react to Liu Huanglong's meaning.

'You haven't tried a younger age, so you can't experience the vigor of that age!'

The circulating nurse clearly had ample experience; she stretched her neck.

"Mm-hmm," she cleared her throat, didn't continue the conversation, and actively suppressed the topic.

When Fang Ziye exited the operating room, it was already 5:20 PM.

The surgical duration of a limb replantation isn't something that can be wrapped up in one hour or two; Fang Ziye had been on the table operating for a full five-plus hours.

When Fang Ziye reappeared at the Trauma Center Clinic doorway and pushed open the clinic door, Xie Jinyuan's soft "snoring" immediately "raped" Fang Ziye's ears.

This kind of "rape" was neither unpleasant to hear nor uncomfortable; it was simply unavoidable.

Next came the sight of Gong Ziming, with swollen lower eyelids and thick dark circles, standing with his neck stiff and eyes closed resting his spirit, unfolding before Fang Ziye's eyes.

Perhaps Gong Ziming had deliberately closed the door, so the click of the door opening and the creak of pushing it open happened to wake him.

His ears twitched lightly, and Gong Ziming instantly broke into a professional smile, blurting out: "Hello~ May I help you."

Upon recognizing Fang Ziye, he hurriedly corrected himself: "Senior Brother."

Fang Ziye walked over slowly: "Pack up, go back and rest. The next stretch of time is on me; I only have to go to the venue tomorrow afternoon to serve as referee."

Speaking, he reached Xie Jinyuan's side and lightly patted Xie Jinyuan's shoulder: "Teacher Xie, Teacher Xie, I'm back. Do you want to eat here then go back to rest, or go straight back to rest?"

Going straight back to rest meant arranging the meal issue yourself.

Xie Jinyuan's waking experience was even more seasoned than Gong Ziming's: "Go back to eat, go back to eat."

"Gong Ziming, you go back and eat too, sleep early."

Gong Ziming nodded and agreed.

Then neither bothered to chat with Fang Ziye further; they just "high-coldly" pushed the door and left one after another.

Seeing just the back views of these two leaving, Fang Ziye swore that if you gave them two stretchers right now, they'd definitely fall asleep on the spot.

Fang Ziye walked to the clinic doorway, eyes fixed blankly watching the two disappear around the corner leading out of the Emergency Department, before slowly walking back and sitting in the chair Xie Jinyuan had been sitting in.

His right hand reached out to grip the mouse, index finger clicking the left button click, click, click, click.

Finally, after clicking roughly several hundred times, Fang Ziye made a phone call.

After Deng Yong's phone connected, the clamor on the other end gradually grew quieter and more distant; Deng Yong must have answered while leaving his seat and pushed out the door into the corridor.

"Ziye, what's up? I'm eating over here; if it's an emergency I'll rush over right away." Deng Yong's voice was exceptionally warm and amiable.

Every single word drilling into Fang Ziye's ears seemed to permeate his whole body, until what finally flowed to his heart was nothing but sugar. Sweet and soothing to the soul.

Deng Yong's first words were about rushing over immediately if it was an emergency.

"Master! Can you give Professor Qi Qiaowen a heads-up in advance? I really have no time tomorrow, so I won't go to the venue to serve as referee."

"There are plenty of teachers qualified to be referees; it won't miss me." Fang Ziye's voice was firm, his attitude resolute.

What followed was not Deng Yong's voice, but calm breathing through the nose. After three cycles, Deng Yong's voice finally returned:

"Was it Xie Jinyuan who proposed it on his own initiative? Or did you consider it yourself?"

Fang Ziye replied: "Master, it was my own decision to give it up. At my age, appearing at this kind of conference venue three times has already far exceeded my expectations; there is no need to go serve as a referee again."

"After all, department work and clinical work are my primary task at present."

Even if it were a stranger paired with him, Fang Ziye would still have to consider the other person's feelings.

Anyone would get tired; anyone has joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness, and their own temper. Moreover, this is Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan.

Xie Jinyuan was once considered his superior, his teacher.

Not to say he was especially good to him, but he had guided him more or less after all; Fang Ziye currently really cannot bring himself to treat him as a 'machine'.

Helping is a favor.

Fang Ziye knew he already owed Qin Geluo and Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan quite a lot of favors.

Actually Qin Geluo is still alright; after all, Qin Geluo is now in the big team internal, the clinical projects being done in the department, Qin Geluo more or less has a share in them, which is of considerable help to Qin Geluo's subsequent promotion to Deputy Chief Physician; everyone benefits together.

Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan is different; Xie Jinyuan only came to the Emergency Department last year.

At this current time point, even if you let him participate in the department's clinical projects, it would be unjustified and improper.

Xie Jinyuan himself would feel too ashamed to go scrape benefits for himself.

"Have you thought it through yourself?" Deng Yong asked.

"An opportunity like this is rare; miss this once, and it won't be made up."

"Yes, Master, I have considered it very clearly. I want to give it up, and next time for a similar activity, I will arrange and plan the time in advance." Fang Ziye replied seriously.

"Then alright, you continue your on-duty shift!"

"I'll go in and tell Professor Qi Qiaowen, then have Yuan Weihong go serve as the judge."

"One person short, you have to find someone to fill the gap yourself, and not cause too much trouble for the host side or the organizer."

"Just like you don't want to give Xie Jinyuan trouble, externally you must also do advance arrangement and planning." After Deng Yong gave a word of guidance, he actively hung up the phone.

Fang Ziye once again committed this sentence to heart.

He himself graduated early, entered work early, and likewise early stepped into the stride of 'representing' Zhongnan Hospital Trauma Surgery to go attend academic conferences.

The larger the span, the more missing experience; likewise, the less time accepting education.

Professional knowledge and professional ability can indeed be supplemented and filled through panel upgrading, but social experience and planning must be personally experienced to gain experience.

After Fang Ziye put down the phone, he continued using his right index finger to tap the mouse left button, his thoughts beginning to drift—

Admittedly, clinical technique is very important; as long as one mixes in the clinical field, one should take clinical technique as paramount, research serving clinical.

In the process of improving one's own technique, exchange is indispensable.

Behind closed doors building a cart, a dead end.

When exchanging with outsiders, the form of exchange with internal people, the problems needing consideration are completely different.

Ability supreme does not mean you have ability and can rely on talent to be arrogant.

The higher the ability, the more one should have status; it is not letting you become an academic warlord, an arrogant 'gate'.

Having Jianghu status is not letting you become a dragon-slaying hero, then turn into an evil dragon.

Exchange between peers should pay attention to a basic foundation even more.

A realistic point of a problem is, outside hospital peers, don't rely on you to publish papers, don't rely on you to learn technique, don't rely on you for meals...

Everyone are real, tangible people; the gaze you look at Tongji Hospital with, and Tongji Hospital looking at you with, on the objective level are exactly the same.

The time everyone has spent together is still little; this mode of getting along, compared to the mode of getting along with Professor Han Yuanxiao, Professor Han Yuanxiao's Group, needs to be different again.

You can not go attend academic exchange; this world still operates normally.

But when you do go attend academic exchange, you must to a certain extent give others face, not add burden to others; this is not human relations and worldly wisdom, this is more personal cultivation, Master's words and deeds, Master's School's family upbringing.

Put yourself in their shoes; if Zhongnan Hospital hosts an academic conference, Nie Mingxian plays attitude, clearly agreed to come serve a seat for you, but at the last minute doesn't come, and doesn't give a solution, Fang Ziye would also be a bit 'furious'; what are you putting on airs for?

Jianghu is not fighting and killing; Jianghu is human relations and worldly wisdom.

Of course, Fang Ziye's understanding of this deepened another layer.

Jianghu is not only human relations and worldly wisdom; the foundation of Jianghu status is comprehensive strength.

The reason it is comprehensive strength, rather than absolute strength, is because the factors needing reference are very many.

Regarding treating illness and saving people, top-tier clinical experts are naturally the most formidable.

But regarding scientific research exploration, you a clinical professor going to compare with purely academic scholars who only do research, how to compare?

Then you say, who exactly is a cut above?

Fang Ziye's thoughts were quite tangled; before the patient knocked and entered, he still hadn't sorted them out, but Fang Ziye still actively called a halt to his internal planning.

The arriving patient's condition was relatively simple: just a longitudinal gash about seven centimeters on the thigh anterior side, coming for consultation.

The Surgical Clinic had already taken anteroposterior and lateral X-rays of the femur.

After Fang Ziye read the films, he discovered no fracture situation, then handed the patient's films to the family member; on the basis of the Surgical Clinic initial consultation, he began typing the electronic medical record, while explaining: "Your bone has no problem; the wound just needs debridement and suturing."

"However our hospital is currently quite busy; if you want to have surgery at our hospital, you have to wait for the two emergency surgeries ahead to finish first, then we can arrange your surgery."

"Of course, if you are willing to go to other hospitals nearby, it's possible the first time you could have surgery. I also don't dare guarantee it; just saying it's possible."

The patient is a middle-aged person; the family member is also a middle-aged person; the two are colleagues.

"Doctor Fang, your hospital still has two surgeries ahead? How come so many?"

"Can't you arrange it first?" The patient himself asked.

Fang Ziye laughed: "If you queue for surgery, and it just happens to be your turn, but the patient behind you demands surgery arranged first! One comes you can accept letting one person go first, two come you can accept letting two people go first, then I'll arrange you first."

The patient listened, stunned, then laughed: "Then you already arranged me, how can you still arrange others to jump the queue? Doctor Fang you're joking."

"Uncle, you were the one who joked first, right? I'm not alarmist talk or selling anxiety; we indeed have two surgeries ahead."

"One is an open fracture; another is similar to you, a lower leg soft tissue injury; they are willing to wait, so they are queuing."

"Small emergency surgeries and 'life-threatening' emergency surgeries are different in nature, so the emergency modes are also different." Fang Ziye explained patiently once again.

He added: "You definitely need surgery, and it counts as emergency. But when an emergency encounters another emergency, you can only queue! This won't affect your surgical outcome or surgical quality."

"How do you want to consider it — continue waiting for surgery in the queue, or go check other hospitals?"

Fang Ziye's explanation was fairly direct.

Queue-jumping is impossible; the premise for you demanding to jump the queue is that you can accept others jumping your queue. If you can accept that, your actual surgery time and your queuing time are about the same!

The patient's colleague asked: "Then Doctor Fang, which hospital do you recommend as better?"

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Don't know. We're not allowed to designate hospitals now. Just go to a nearby hospital — search on the map."

"Otherwise, if I designate a hospital for you, and it turns out I have economic cooperation with them, I refer you there and they give me money — wouldn't you feel cheated in your heart! ~"

"It's not like that. If you want to go to another hospital, free choice. If you queue at our hospital, also free choice."

Designating hospitals, designating places to buy medicine, designating merchants to buy splints/braces — Fang Ziye doesn't touch any of that.

He never took money to begin with, yet would invite a whole body of trouble — completely unnecessary.

There were indeed quite a few hospital 'promoters' who approached Fang Ziye, wanting him to refer patients over. They'd show the medical record book 'speaking' — thirty percent commission on hospitalization costs.

If Fang Ziye had no extra income at all, he might hesitate a moment before refusing. But Fang Ziye can earn a sum through research, so he doesn't consider this aspect at all.

Some even tried to rope Fang Ziye in, saying it was Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan's intention.

Fang Ziye didn't think twice — he directly called Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan right there. Xie Jinyuan immediately reported 'Uncle' on the spot, and ended up attending school for several days.

This is false accusation and rumor-mongering.

"Then I'll go check other hospitals. There are still two surgeries ahead. Your hospital's 'business' is really good." The patient sighed, grinning, full of helplessness; his words carried a hint of sarcasm.

"Uncle, if you think this is business, that's your freedom."

"If you can help 'arrange' things, please — let us rest for ten days. Send all these patients to other places!"

"Things the Health Commission and 120 can't even do — if you can pull that off, all us white-coated doctors in this row will thank you! ~" Fang Ziye wasn't angry either, just spoke with a bit of sarcastic edge.

The middle-aged man's mouth opened, he looked at Fang Ziye, then without looking back had his colleague push him out the door.

After the back view disappeared at the doorway, the patient asked: "What did that doctor mean just now?"

"You made him angry. He doesn't agree with you saying their business is good. And he said if you're capable, go send this hospital's patients to other places for proper arrangement." The colleague explained very directly.

"How would I send them? Where would I know which place is good?"

"Lots of people say Zhongnan is better."

"……"

Fang Ziye heard it, but didn't take it to heart. The current Fang Ziye has already become immune to such remarks.

After the two middle-aged men's voices completely faded, Fang Ziye couldn't help but form a thought: if the Trauma Center could open a separate Small Trauma Treatment Group, specifically handling such small trauma patients, that would be good.

Doctoral and Master's students could get more hands-on practice opportunities, and more patients wouldn't have 'complaints'.

But on further thought, this would just be creating trouble for himself.

Before there was a Trauma Center Clinic, many fracture patients were 'chased away'. Trauma Surgery still existed just fine. Such small traumas were directly sent to other places.

Now with an extra Trauma Center Transfer Station, it instead requires consuming more resources.

If another Trauma Center Trauma Team were created, the hospital would have to hire a batch of people, and moreover hire a batch of experts to hold the fort.

Otherwise, Doctoral and Master's students would still have no chance to get on stage and practice operations.

"Master, incoming call. Master Master, incoming call." Fang Ziye's newly changed phone ringtone sounded — this was Fang Ziye's personal mobile phone.

Picking it up and answering, Fang Ziye said with a smile: "Qi Ge, what's up?"

Wang Yuanqi's voice was full of fatigue, soft and powerless: "Ziye, asking you a favor — let's swap shifts. I'll attend clinic at the Trauma Center Clinic, you do emergency surgeries, okay?"

Wang Yuanqi is a man, absolutely not 'glass', not some sissy!

Fang Ziye can testify.

Moreover, Wang Yuanqi is one of the few professional doctorates in Trauma Surgery in recent years who broke into the Training Room to read for a doctorate. His clinical operation ability counts as quite high talent.

Now, Wang Yuanqi seems like a changed person, his voice carrying pleading and a weeping tone.

"Senior Brother, speak slowly. What happened?"

"Director Han he?! ~" Fang Ziye was about to ask in detail when.

Wang Yuanqi said: "Ziye, don't mention Director Han. Help me out. You agree, then I'll tell you! ~"

"Okay okay okay, you speak, you speak. You come to the Trauma Center Clinic side while you talk." Fang Ziye's heart softened a bit.

Scene after scene of Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi guiding him in the Training Room back then flashed before his eyes again.

Wang Yuanqi never backstabbed him. He merely became Han Yuanxiao's 'assistant'.

Wang Yuanqi seemed to be going all out, saying: "I discovered Director Han is deliberately targeting me. All emergency surgeries must be done by me, in the name of piling up surgery volume, accumulating surgical material, forging basic skills."

"I thought so too at first — more operation opportunities, right?"

"But Director Han seems to have forgotten. Back when Brother Jin served as Chief Resident, he often requested superior consultations for surgeries, often encountering surgeries that couldn't be handled."

"I have to request too. Then Director Han got a bit impatient."

"These past days, during the academic conference, most superiors left. I applied to Director Han — could some high-difficulty procedures be pushed, saying they can't be done."

"Director Han didn't agree. This complex fracture I just did — Director Han himself took it in. I couldn't continue. Called Associate Professor Peng Long and Vice Professor Chen Fang — both had no time to rush over."

"Brother Hua is in a competition. I'm fucking stuck."

"Ziye, don't laugh at your Qi Ge. I fucking just hid in the hygiene passage and cried. I fucking feel I'm too stupid, being used as a pawn by others……"

Wang Yuanqi complained as he walked, voice getting smaller and smaller, tone increasingly low and deep.

"Director Han wants me to follow you and learn. I want to learn, but if I can't learn, you can't force it either, right?" Wang Yuanqi said.

"You called, and not a single person came?" Fang Ziye's tone turned slightly cold.

Wang Yuanqi follows Han Yuanxiao's group. All superiors in Han Yuanxiao's group must back the Chief Resident. You enjoy the convenience of the Chief Resident's group but don't undertake the Chief Resident's group's tasks?

Then your Han Yuanxiao's character has a problem?

"Everyone's busy, so what am I supposed to do?"

"So I could only call you? Master's busy too, that's for sure." Wang Yuanqi replied.

"Ziye, I've decided. I'm going to find Master. My capability hasn't reached Chief Resident level yet, I still need to accumulate. To hell with following the Director's group."

Fang Ziye immediately said upon hearing this: "Then who's on the operating table right now, Qi Ge?"

"Don't you fucking scare me."

The surgery isn't over, but the lead surgeon left?

"I never even scrubbed in as lead surgeon. Right now, out of sheer desperation, I asked Big Brother Qin Geluo to come help. I was about to step down and call you." Wang Yuanqi understood Fang Ziye's meaning and replied immediately.

"Ziye, I've finally seen clearly. Han Yuanxiao just wants a Chief Resident in his group, not specifically me following him. Anyone following him is fine, as long as they're in his group."

"He just wants to fight for more opportunities for his own students."

"I don't even have Level 3 Surgery permissions, how the hell am I supposed to do a complex fracture surgery like this? What the hell am I doing on the operating table! ~"

……

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye's expression sank into pondering for a while.

He did not fully believe Wang Yuanqi's venting.

The current Wang Yuanqi was obviously in a mental breakdown, so he might be complaining a bit. His words couldn't be fully believed, or rather, one couldn't just look at the surface.

After experiencing the Zhong Yewei incident in Hepatobiliary Surgery, Fang Ziye had also started to become calm.

Soon, Wang Yuanqi arrived at the Trauma Center Clinic, his eye rims slightly red, face full of embarrassed smiles and awkward grins. After entering, he took off his mask, the corner of his mouth trembling slightly.

"Qi Ge, how's your condition now? Can you handle the emergency consultation?"

"You calm down first, settle yourself. Don't call Master or Director Han yet. After you've calmly thought it through, if you still feel you've been screwed, then ask Master for instructions first."

"Don't act impulsively." Fang Ziye soothed.

"Okay, thanks Ziye."

"The Trauma Center Clinic, I can definitely handle that. It's the operating room side that needs you to go take a look." Wang Yuanqi said.

Fang Ziye heard this and nodded: "Has the patient been anesthetized?"

"Yes! ~" Wang Yuanqi kept nodding.

Fang Ziye didn't say another word and directly left the Trauma Center's clinic.

Of course, Fang Ziye didn't rashly barge into Qin Geluo's operating room at the first moment. Instead, he ran straight back into the operating room he had just come out of.

Fang Ziye reported Wang Yuanqi's request to Liu Huanglong in full.

Then explained: "Teacher Liu, do you think I should go to the operating room to operate now, or return to the Trauma Center's Emergency Clinic and call my Master and them to the operating room?"

Liu Huanglong is the Trauma Center's most direct superior and person in charge; he can arrange and plan everything.

If he got Liu Huanglong's permission to go to the operating room, then even if there was a leak at the Trauma Center Clinic, there would be a professor's endorsement.

Liu Huanglong frowned upon hearing this, then looked at the operating room where only the last bit of skin suturing remained, and said: "Mingxian, you handle the rest. I'll go to the Trauma Center to see what's going on."

"No problem, Professor Liu." Nie Mingxian's answer was very confident.

While taking off his gown and gloves, Liu Huanglong signaled Fang Ziye to follow him out.

As Fang Ziye stood by Liu Huanglong's side watching him wash his hands with disinfectant, Liu Huanglong shook his hands and said: "Ziye, how do you view Wang Yuanqi's situation?"

Fang Ziye shook his head.

Liu Huanglong said: "One general's glory, ten thousand bones wither."

"We can all see that Wang Yuanqi ending up with Han Yuanxiao was Han Yuanxiao's deliberate doing."

"Director Han wants a win-win. On one hand, giving you, Fang Ziye, more freely disposable time. On the other, letting Director Han himself reclaim the right to emergency surgeries in the department."

"Right? Your salary even went up. Looks like a good move."

"But Professor Han Yuanxiao never refined the department's management issues in detail. He didn't notice the established gap existing between Wang Yuanqi and you."

"In the end, it's bound to fall apart."

"He only saw that when you were with Professor Deng Yong, our superiors were 'you're good, I'm good, everyone's good!'"

Fang Ziye remained doubtful.

Liu Huanglong then pulled a tissue to wipe his hands, threw the paper into the trash can, and said: "Your understanding of 'one general's glory, ten thousand bones wither' means others die in the biological sense."

"But the 'wan gu ku' I've seen and understood means dying in a 'sociological' sense."

"You are Fang Ziye. You've been a Chief Resident, but that doesn't mean Chief Resident equals you, Fang Ziye. It's you, Fang Ziye, who gave the Chief Resident position its special meaning during your tenure."

"Not the identity of Chief Resident that made you, Fang Ziye, become so excellent."

"But in others' eyes, they're very likely to substitute you, Fang Ziye, with the term 'Chief Resident.' Once someone else can't measure up, 'sociological' death may appear."

"He even thinks: it's just a complex fracture surgery. In superiors' eyes, it's a very easy surgery. Why can't Wang Yuanqi complete it?"

"Your strength, Fang Ziye, has long been on par with many Associate Professors. Asking Wang Yuanqi to be on par with an Attending isn't excessive, right?"

Through Liu Huanglong's explanation, Fang Ziye immediately grasped that Liu Huanglong might have experienced this too.

After all, Liu Huanglong's growth curve and jianghu status in Hand Surgery — while his professional improvement might not be as monstrous as mine — is still acknowledged as far stronger than those recognized 'geniuses' by outsiders.

Fang Ziye immediately consulted: "Teacher Liu, then how should this be resolved now?"

"What you can't resolve requires your Master to step in and resolve it with Professor Han Yuanxiao." Liu Huanglong replied.

"This is called 'unintentional harm,' but outsiders also suffer a certain degree of injury."

"Go on. You go to the operating room first. I'll personally cover the Trauma Center for you, and counsel Wang Yuanqi while I'm at it." After analyzing and breaking it down very experiencedly, Liu Huanglong gave a temporary solution.

Fang Ziye heard this, thanked him, and immediately went to Qin Geluo's operating room. The moment he stepped into the operating room, he discovered Qin Geluo with his head tilted, shoulders hunched, the corners of his eyes wrinkled into a bitter gourd shape.

But it quickly relaxed and opened up, and he shouted: "Ziye, hurry up and scrub in……"

(Chapter End)