Chapter 444: Han City Is Hot

Wang Yuanqi had already eaten half the hot dry noodles in his bowl, yet he still kept his head down, stirring with his chopsticks; Fang Ziye, on the other hand, laughed: "Qi Ge, are you really planning to keep everyone in suspense all the way until tomorrow?"

Nie Mingxian and Fang Ziye were both steady types, but after five minutes of having their appetites whetted, they truly couldn't take it anymore: "Qi Ge, the call you just got — the notification wasn't just about the things you told us before, was it?"

Wang Yuanqi still kept his head down; after stirring clockwise three times, he finally lifted his head lightly to look at Fang Ziye: "Ziye, three matters, two of them concern us."

Fang Ziye's brows knitted together, his gaze falling on Wang Yuanqi's mouth corner.

"First matter: Gu Yi was taken away for questioning in Enshi." Wang Yuanqi's voice trembled slightly, the skin on his cheeks twitching.

Fang Ziye's brows shot up instantly; he lost his appetite and tossed the lunch box in front of him aside: "Qi Ge, how did Yi Ge still end up going to the Enshi Yangyuan? Didn't I tell you before it'd be best not to go? Didn't you tell Master?"

Master Deng Yong is now the liaison between Zhongnan Hospital and Enshi Yangyuan; last year someone wanted to pluck this peach, and several people got flipped.

But that Enshi Yangyuan is no kind place — it has "Military Region" tacked on the front; others want people who can actually get things done, not a place for you to stuff people in to find jobs, right?

Even Master Deng Yong couldn't figure this one out?

"I said it, but would my saying it do any good?" Wang Yuanqi wore a face full of innocence, then immediately fixed Fang Ziye with a burning gaze, wanting to speak but stopping.

He promptly changed the subject: "Second matter: Master is going to be transferred to Hand Surgery."

"Third matter is much the same as the second: Hand Surgery uses medication too aggressively, you know that too — Hand Surgery has so many flap surgeries……"

Nie Mingxian's eyelids fluttered a few times upon hearing this: "Wait a moment, I didn't quite catch that — medication? Does medication mean it has no effect?"

"It definitely has effect; otherwise Hand Surgery wouldn't keep using it continuously. It's just that the drug hasn't been approved for market yet?"

Nie Mingxian fell silent.

The drug is real, the effect exists, but the procedure is wrong.

Wrong procedure is the hardest to tolerate, because there are too many "drugs" on the market; if all manufacturers ignore procedure, in the end it'll only turn into a mess.

Many people have unknowingly footed the bill for such errors; therefore came the regulations on drug clinical trial periods.

"Ziye, can you help say a few words for Gu Yi?"

Wang Yuanqi immediately added: "What I mean is, if it's within the scope of your capability."

Fang Ziye gave a wry laugh at those words: "Qi Ge, you have to be clear — I'm just a student. Where would I get that many connections?"

"My face right now is: I only have face if others give me face; personally I still don't have any so-called face."

Face is a hard thing to quantify. It relates to your family background and social connections, and also to your personal ability.

What face does Fang Ziye have? No fame, no especially deep social connections; when Fang Ziye left Enshi he was just a "small fry," hadn't built up much of a network.

The reason that mysterious teacher noticed Fang Ziye was still because Fang Ziye had rescued a few people at critical moments, had some ability, and was a local — could it really be that he valued Fang Ziye's future prospects?

Don't joke; Fang Ziye knew clearly in his heart that with that teacher's status and network back then, finding young people matching his own ability at the time — a grab would yield a huge handful.

So Fang Ziye only dares to play a little fast and loose, not daring to truly treat that teacher as his "backing."

Wang Yuanqi took a deep breath at those words, and lost his appetite too: "Ziye, I'd better head back to the ward first; I'm Chief Resident now, and if I'm not at my post I might get innocently dragged in."

"But if I am at my post, then the teachers and several directors just treat me like a fart and let it go."

"Thanks." Wang Yuanqi carried the hot dry noodle box, eating as he walked out.

Such disregard-for-image eating might be treated as eccentric in a specialty department, but in the Emergency Department it's an everyday sight.

Some Emergency doctors, before rushing into the Resuscitation Room, are still wolfing down rice in big mouthfuls, walking toward the trash can with their lunch boxes in one hand while stuffing food into their mouths haphazardly with the other, chewing and swallowing, not caring what they're eating or how it tastes.

Replenish energy, replenish some protein, replenish some electrolytes to maintain what the body needs — that's the sole purpose.

After Wang Yuanqi left, Nie Mingxian leaned back in his chair, his mouth corner twitching: "What a mess this has become?"

"How long has it been, front to back? What exactly happened? Director Han and Professor Deng Yong — both of them 'exiled' to Hand Surgery?"

Two Trauma Surgery professor-level figures going to Hand Surgery — what can they do? Either stare blankly, or just do Trauma Surgery operations.

Nie Mingxian's wiggling-eyebrows expression drilled into Fang Ziye's pupils and was recognized by his cerebral cortex: "Xian Ge, don't look at me; this wasn't me. Where would I get that kind of pull?"

"Besides, most of the time we sit on duty properly together; where would I find the leisure to cook up little schemes?"

"You've been asking for leave a lot lately." Nie Mingxian isn't easy to fool; he waggled his chin, scanning Fang Ziye up and down.

"I was dragged in for questioning. Another thing is, if I don't ask for leave, my Master would have to resign."

"Hmm, I'm talking about Yuan Weihong." Fang Ziye explained seriously.

"Teacher Yuan has to resign too?"

Nie Mingxian pressed his thumbs against his own temples, a picture of helpless brain-overload.

Fang Ziye tilted his neck, asking in a soft voice: "Personnel changes at Peking Union Medical College Hospital should be even more spectacular than here, right?"

As Fang Ziye finished speaking, he heard a cracking sound from Nie Mingxian's neck — the cervical facet joints twisting — that resonated in Fang Ziye's eardrums.

Fang Ziye hurriedly shifted slightly: "Xian Ge, you need to be careful; after a cervical joint dislocation, it's very easy to cause compression of the cervical canal, leading to symptoms like upper limb numbness, slow lower limb movement……"

Nie Mingxian's expression gradually relaxed and opened up, also realizing Fang Ziye was just guessing, not insinuating at him; he said coldly: "Ziye, why is your retaliatory psychology so strong?"

"Easy to analyze, my Xian Ge!" Fang Ziye raised his right thumb: "Surveying the past ten years of Vascular Surgery, you're also one of the most top-tier geniuses."

"Result: what did you do during your PhD? Came to Han City, even transferred from Peking Union Medical College Hospital to our Zhongnan — if you hadn't suffered some grievance, I, Fang Ziye, would be the first to refuse to believe it."

Putting himself in the other's shoes, Fang Ziye now counts as being able to understand Nie Mingxian's rootless drifting.

The reason Fang Ziye would proactively step forward to fiercely retort everything was because he saw something — he saw homelessness, rootless drifting.

Is Nie Mingxian not formidable enough? A man who nearly couldn't be suppressed even with a cheat — the connections he holds are far richer than mine.

Domestic "Top Professors" as supervisors, apprenticed under an Academician.

And the result?

Still ended up like this.

If I walked Nie Mingxian's path, I definitely wouldn't find a "protector" like Professor Liu Huanglong; how hard would the road be then?

If we view Zhongnan Hospital as home, and other places as going out to develop.

From Fang Ziye's perspective, outside seems pretty good — Teacher Liu Qiao went to Zhejiang University First Affiliated Hospital and became a professor, Teacher Martin Yong also became an Associate Professor.

But you also have to pay attention to historical factors.

Was Zhejiang University's Clinical Medicine department stronger than Han City University's Zhongnan Hospital over a dozen years ago? Who says so?

If Zhejiang Province weren't wealthy enough, willing to spend money, and attract enough talent, how could Zhejiang University First Affiliated Hospital have developed this fast?

Liu Qiao merely benefited from "the era's dividends"; if Fang Ziye went back there now to muddle along, it wouldn't necessarily be better than staying home.

Furthermore, Fang Ziye had analyzed it carefully.

The reason Fellow Trainee Lan Tianluo came to Han City University Affiliated Zhongnan Hospital was because Luo Tingzhu was here.

The reason Luo Tingzhu came to Han City was because Han City borders Hunan Province and Henan Province — one is her mother's location, the other her father's.

Although her original family's parents are "shattered," that doesn't mean Fang Ziye, as a boyfriend, can treat her as an appendage and expect her to follow him just because he says so.

Within the team, even without Nie Mingxian, Fang Ziye could still push the research project forward rapidly, but without his own "brother-in-law," the project's progress speed would shrink by at least half.

No biased mathematical discipline dares deny mathematics' status as the "Big Brother" among foundational disciplines.

"Uh... I..." Nie Mingxian didn't even know how to refute.

Fang Ziye had already reasoned things through to this extent; any other explanation, any reason dug up, would be pale.

Moreover, Nie Mingxian remembered he had once poured out grievances to Fang Ziye; even just those one or two sentences were enough for Fang Ziye to toss back at him.

Nie Mingxian could only say: "Ziye, our two situations are different."

After Nie Mingxian's expression changes were imprinted on Fang Ziye's vision without missing a thread, Fang Ziye then nodded: "I understand, Xian Ge, let's not talk about this topic for now."

Fang Ziye then glanced at the doorway — still no patients coming in — and opened a new topic: "Xian Ge, what do you think about Professor Han and my Master Deng Professor being arranged to go to Hand Surgery — is it good or bad?"

Hearing this, Nie Mingxian's gaze flickered lightly, and he replied very cautiously: "Ziye, are you trying to set me up or trying to set me up? How should I answer a question like this?"

"Don't ask me, how about I buy you coffee?" Nie Mingxian directly opened his phone's takeout app.

Fang Ziye took the initiative to say: "Xian Ge, I really'm not setting you up; it's just that right now I can only discuss this issue with you."

"Personally, I feel Professor Han and my Master — only one can leave, not both leave Trauma Surgery."

Nie Mingxian searched for coffee keywords, looked up, half his face normal half twisted, right eye narrowed to a slit.

"The mangled extremity project is about to advance; if the hospital takes both professors away, where do we find our cases? Who will organize the training courses we want to launch?"

"My Master come? Vice Professor Chen Fang come? Vice Professor Peng Long come organize? Would prefecture-level city hospital people think that's reliable?" Fang Ziye actively analyzed.

Nie Mingxian lowered his head, ordered his coffee, then handed the phone to Fang Ziye: "Ziye, how come your progress these past few days is so great?"

"All this stuff — who exactly taught you?" Nie Mingxian felt Fang Ziye had grown a lot in an instant, and couldn't help asking.

"Maybe Director Han, or maybe my teacher Professor Deng Yong." Fang Ziye directly added one more on top of Nie Mingxian's order.

After seeing the price, he subtracted again: "Two singles together aren't as good as ordering separately; I'll use my own phone to order, at least save a few yuan."

"What do you mean?" Nie Mingxian took the phone, directly added one and paid, continuing to press.

"First, the April incident — my Master Deng Yong should be aware; a new drug entering the department, impossible not to consult a former director."

"My Master didn't oppose Director Han bringing things into the department. I'm not blaming him for not helping me; I just feel Deng Yong has too many students, so he can't cover everything so comprehensively."

"So I myself must be relatively more independent. After all, my current situation is already beyond my teacher Yuan Weihong's reach."

"Regarding the second teacher Director Han, we needn't delve deeper." Fang Ziye gave the second answer obliquely.

Nie Mingxian nodded, took the phone back.

Then asked: "So how are you considering it? The department's arrangements are already issued; if you want to reverse them, you have to go through Professor Du Xinzhan."

"One spit one pit — a Big Boss like that, words once spoken are impossible to take back."

"Mm, I definitely can't persuade Professor Du, but I already have my idea in mind; if nothing unexpected happens, someone will come looking for me soon."

"This is originally a chain reaction; my meaning is, if I haven't guessed wrong! ~"

Fang Ziye finished speaking, yawned again, and didn't continue chatting with Nie Mingxian.

Seeing Fang Ziye only spoke half, Nie Mingxian felt a bit like hitting him, but also thought the rest wasn't easy to spell out, so he didn't keep pressing.

Pressing to the bottom — that's the petty temper girlfriends and boyfriends play when fooling around; between true friends, there will always be some secrets left over, more or less.

Fang Ziye didn't press Nie Mingxian on the specifics of his teacher's matter; if you Nie Mingxian insist on breaking the clay pot to ask to the bottom, it shows a bit of immaturity.

……

Things indeed didn't exceed Fang Ziye's expectations.

Morning, ten-thirty, a wave of uninvited guests arrived outside the Emergency Trauma Center Clinic.

But when they reached the doorway, they discovered Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian inside were receiving patients, so they peered in and then left the clinic doorway.

This was a simple upper limb trauma patient, open fracture with soft tissue injury, had emergency surgery indication; Fang Ziye called Wang Yuanqi, and Wang Yuanqi's response was surgery is possible.

Fang Ziye then directly discussed surgery costs and informed consent issues with the patient's family.

The computer in the emergency clinic could only print medical orders, couldn't print informed consent documents; after obtaining family and patient consent, Nie Mingxian took the two to sign consent, conveniently clearing out the emergency clinic.

Not long after Nie Mingxian left, Fang Ziye was still wiping his hands at the hand washing station when four people walked in from outside.

One of them was Xu Yuandong, another was Medical Affairs Department Director Xiong Hanzhong, and another was a vice dean of this hospital, Liao Jiayuan.

The other person, Fang Ziye truly didn't recognize.

For such key administrative staff, even if you don't deal with them much, you definitely should observe personnel arrangements and photos more, to avoid meeting them later and not recognizing them yourself.

As the three pushed the door in from the doorway, Fang Ziye hurriedly said politely: "Dean Liao, Director Xu, Director Xiong. I'm Orthopedics' Fang Ziye, please sit."

"I'll go next door and bring a chair."

Fang Ziye feared they wouldn't recognize him, so he actively introduced himself. Immediately after, he moved his own chair out.

But there were four visitors; Fang Ziye's, Nie Mingxian's, and the patient's chairs added up to only three seats — one person would have to stand.

Xu Yuandong reached out to stop him, round face smiling lightly: "Doctor Fang, no need to be so polite; we're just here to chat a few words and leave."

"Let me introduce — this is a leader from our Provincial Science and Technology Department, surnamed Ma; you can call him Director Ma."

"This time, we're here mainly to discuss personnel transfer with you. Our Hubei Province's Enshi currently has an extremely, extremely important large-scale research project."

"Those going inside are mostly experts and professors from various fields, including many professors from our hospital who've gone into the project group — this time."

"The project group's person in charge, after learning Doctor Fang your clinical ability and research ability are extremely outstanding, directly contacted the Provincial Science and Technology Department and Health Commission, hoping to borrow Doctor Fang you over to help."

"After our hospital held meetings to discuss, and the Medical Affairs Office and Research Department discussed, the result is: during Doctor Fang's time in the project group, it counts as high-quality clinical duty; regardless of whether the project group completes, priority promotion channels can be arranged on schedule."

"Moreover, the hospital will provide a certain subsidy, Doctor Fang, your issues in all aspects will certainly be given priority consideration by the hospital."

Xu Yuandong's round face wore a radiant smile, completely gone was yesterday's arrogance——

"If you don't go, there are plenty of people who will."

Indeed, many are willing to go, but whether the other side accepts them is another category entirely.

"With this kind of project, Zhongnan Hospital being able to participate plays a very large role in improving comprehensive capability and raising reputation. The hospital cannot give up this project group; the other side is borrowing personnel through the most official channels, so the hospital at every level can only try to cooperate?"

Fang Ziye glanced at Director Xu and said: "Director Xu, my attitude yesterday was very clear."

"I'm not going! Even if it's a transfer, there must be mutual willingness."

"Unless it's a specially urgent task, like disaster relief, I'm willing to accept the task; but if it's just the project group's task, I'm willing to guard the department."

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he saw Director Xiong Hanzhong's prominent apple cheeks twitch; next door, Vice Dean Liao Jiayuan's pointed chin pulled down, his already long horse-face appearing several degrees longer.

"Doctor Fang, this is a transfer; even if it's a lateral transfer, we must fully consider the actual situation of the brother unit." Liao Jiayuan spoke up.

The hoarse voice wasn't a smoker's rasp, but the kind that, once it enters the ears, makes one feel this person speaks in a muddled yet weathered way: "Doctor Fang, if you have any difficulties or thoughts, you can talk about them openly."

"Dean Liao, no difficulties, but I do have quite a few thoughts."

Fang Ziye pursed his lips: "Our research group is currently working on a new surgical technique for mangled extremity injuries; this is one of the most cutting-edge clinical projects in our Trauma Surgery, and can with high probability reduce the amputation rate; this is a new technique with very significant clinical and research meaning."

The man called Director Ma smiled upon hearing this; his very standard-build figure reached out to block the words: "Doctor Fang, clinical projects can be done later; this project group task is imminent."

"Matters must have priorities and urgency; your department's clinical tasks can be pushed back; right now the most urgent thing is this Enshi Yangyuan project."

Fang Ziye looked at Director Ma, face full of surprise, tone rising: "What did you just say?"

"Matters must have priorities and urgency, so our mangled extremity project isn't urgent, is that it?"

Liao Jiayuan turned sideways to explain Fang Ziye and Trauma Surgery's relationship to Ma Vegetable.

Xiong Hanzhong, hearing this, immediately soothed Fang Ziye: "Doctor Fang, you may not have understood Director Ma's meaning; Director Ma is saying that when projects run in parallel, you can choose multi-dimensionally."

"The mangled extremity project our hospital can continue to carry out, but the Enshi Yangyuan project must also advance with priority. This is a project the province attaches great importance to."

"Right?"

Ma Vegetable had a good figure; though not wearing an administrative jacket, just a shirt, he still appeared quite refined: "Yes yes, Director Xiong, Doctor Fang."

"I'm not very familiar with clinical work, I'm not very familiar with medicine either, so what I just said was inappropriate."

"Of course, the best result for any matter is a perfect outcome, isn't it?"

"Once this Enshi Yangyuan project group is established, it will greatly drive Enshi's economy in all aspects, and can also elevate the humanistic……"

Seeing Ma Vegetable and the others completely failed to understand his meaning, Fang Ziye directly explained: "Dean Liao, my reasons for not wanting to go are these few."

"I am very clear what kind of tasks I would have to undertake inside Enshi Yangyuan; nothing more than surgery, performing surgery for a small number of people."

"The content and nature of the surgery are exactly the same as the surgeries I do in our hospital. But the difference is, in the hospital I can push the project forward; there, I can only follow routine, unable to innovate, and the team's manpower is also unfamiliar, requiring a very long running-in period."

"Second, Dean Liao, you can understand, many patients our department receives, how much they hope to be able to keep their affected limbs?"

"Perhaps, what an adult male shoulders behind him is one or even two families, elderly above, young below."

"I'll say something unpleasant: people who can enter Enshi Yangyuan, even if they become disabled, they don't lack food or clothing, family livelihood security is definitely no problem."

"Third, our hospital has special wards; if they are willing to come, trust us, they can come to our hospital for surgery, after surgery transfer back to the special ward, that can also be a perfect outcome."

"Fourth, I'm a rather rash person, never been particularly rule-abiding; I'm afraid once inside, if I'm uncomfortable I'll cause a scene."

"And when I do surgery, I don't like excessive finger-pointing; I'm afraid under incompatible concepts, the surgery can't proceed, scruples here, concerns there, finally a single surgery deadlocking for several hours and such……"

Fang Ziye's words left the four opposite staring at each other in blank dismay.

Naturally, Fang Ziye still had one sentence he didn't explain: at Zhongnan Hospital, while treating more patients, the acquisition rate of knowledge points could also be faster.

Director Ma curled his mouth: "Young Comrade, your understanding like this is wrong."

"Since you know the nature of Enshi Yangyuan, you should know, people who can go there are mostly rather special people; they have relatively special contributions; we should……"

Fang Ziye directly interrupted: "Special treatment should be special treatment, but if while giving special treatment you deprive others' rights, that's not special treatment within the proper scope."

"My clinical project progress here has just opened its curtain; to let me go directly and only do surgery, not thinking of progress, this won't do."

"How can you be so arrogant? You're still afraid that if you leave, Zhongnan Hospital such a big hospital won't be able to do surgery?"

"Then you think too highly of yourself; I'm telling you… you go." Ma Vegetable just wanted to directly spout his set phrases and official talk, even said many times before, 'if you won't do it there are plenty who will' such words when.

Liao Jiayuan reached out to interrupt; the hoarse voice very able to calm impatience: "Director Ma, your words might be right elsewhere, but said in front of Doctor Fang they're just wrong."

"Currently this kind of surgery, in all of Hubei Province, even nationwide, the surgeons who can perform the highest-quality surgery especially completely, only our hospital's Doctor Fang alone."

"Otherwise, you think what kind of professor the project group couldn't find?"

"If Doctor Fang leaves, Trauma Surgery's corresponding projects will inevitably have to halt or be in a near-halt state."

"This point, I've already discussed in detail with many professors of our hospital's Orthopedics, even many professors of General Surgery."

"Otherwise, our hospital would be willing to dispatch a professor team over."

Ma Vegetable: "……"

Liao Jiayuan's words, isn't this pinning him down?

Then, thinking carefully, this seems to be fact.

Eastern Han after many years of development has long been full of talent; many people's replaceability is very strong; no longer like many years ago, talent in every direction was relatively scarce.

Then, even in this era, the top talent in every specialty is still scarce; not only Eastern Han scarce, the whole world scarce.

"Doctor Fang, then what would it take for you to be willing to go?" Ma Vegetable asked.

Fang Ziye then asked: "Must I go?"

"Dean Liao, I'm not putting on airs, nor throwing a tantrum."

"From your angle, does a doctor's development need more patients to handle, or carefully serve a few special patients?"

"I'm still young now; I also have to consider my future."

"If I went to Enshi Yangyuan, I would even stagnate for years; my professional ability, my thinking, my research, would all be thinking how to maintain stability, how to look safer!"

"Considering from the patients our department receives, I believe ordinary patients also still deserve the right to accept quality surgery; encountering them is fate; my surgical technique's progress is slowly learned on our hospital's patients."

"From our hospital's perspective, my teacher Teacher Deng and Associate Professor Yuan Weihong have been educating me since I enrolled as a Master's student."

"Following someone to eat shit, growing your own land means no hunger."

"The 'ji' in hunger." Fang Ziye proactively explained the difficult-to-understand word in that sentence.

Fang Ziye cannot go, no matter what he cannot go.

If he goes he loses freedom, if he goes progress is not fast enough, if he goes there are more constraints.

Moreover, this is Zhongnan, Zhongnan has a High-ranking Official Ward, if you really trust me, you come here?

If it's inconvenient to come, it's definitely because the basic diseases are comparatively more numerous, the hazard ratio comparatively severe, then for such patients, even if Fang Ziye went to Enshi Yangyuan, the only answer is also no surgery.

Would Fang Ziye dare to break out at Enshi Yangyuan?

Director Ma looked at Fang Ziye, expression inscrutable, after taking several deep breaths, only then said: "You..."

In the end he really didn't know what to chat with Fang Ziye about, because in case there was surveillance or recording here, then what Director Ma would say later being exposed, he'd be done for.

A hospital is a special department, the hospital's Emergency Department, because of medical relations' urgency, now has increasingly more surveillance and recording equipment installed.

Precisely because of this, nowadays 'weirdo' patients have also become fewer and fewer, events of carrying stillbirths in to extort people have also become increasingly rare.

Looking at Liao Jiayuan: "Dean Liao, your hospital's comrades' consciousness still needs strengthened cultivation!"

Finished speaking, walked away.

Liao Jiayuan looked at Fang Ziye, then followed out: "Director Ma, Doctor Fang is still young, just graduated and started work not long ago..."

After both left, Medical Affairs Department's Director Director Xiong HanZhong then tapped Fang Ziye's face, saying: "Doctor Fang, you're confused? Do you know what kind of fortune going to Enshi means for you?"

"You think if you set your heart against going, you'll be able to develop well?"

"You bury your head doing research projects for ten years, not necessarily can catch up to Enshi Yangyuan's project group in one year."

"Whether for yourself, or for our hospital's Orthopedics Department, it's the same."

"You, you just now used such righteous words to block Director Ma's mouth, you..."

"Who taught you this kind of moral condemnation?"

Fang Ziye hearing this then froze, counter-questioned: "Director Xiong, you believe I'm only condemning motives, I'm doing it to establish a persona for myself?"

"If you understand it this way, I really have no way."

"My answer from beginning to end has been like this, I won't go, I'll stay here, honestly do my Chief Resident duties, do my research projects, do my surgeries."

"As for my future prospects, my personal understanding is, only professional people can understand professional matters, can appreciate professional beauty."

"Professional title promotion fast or not, resume ultimately good-looking or not, is it really that important?"

"Director Xiong, although I'm young, I've also truly seen several patients' sincere smiles like flowers." Fang Ziye's first reaction thought of patient Yan Chu.

Xiong Hanzhong and Xu Yuandong walked out of the Emergency Department, outside the scorching sun baked like an oven, the two's struggling expressions' creases quickly trapped sweat beads.

Xiong Hanzhong turned head to ask Xu Yuandong: "Director Xu, a person like Doctor Fang is truly rare, but I jump out of the hospital, from a personal angle look at this matter."

"Ten years later, either Fang Ziye is Fang Zhongyong, or Fang Ziye might become Professor Fang or even Academician Fang."

Han City is a fire city, summer very hot, hot to the point Director Xu Yuandong's face again covered in sweat, wiping non-stop.

Modern society is very good, impossible to exist that you don't go to some special project group they directly 'kill you off', but definitely will also feel this person is comparatively stubborn."

Xiong Hanzhong's high regard and high expectations for Fang Ziye made Xu Yuandong feel even more irritably hot, after all current Fang Ziye, at most is just about to be nominated for Attending Physician.

Eastern Han how many Attending Physicians...

(Chapter End)