Chapter 455

July 4th, Wednesday.

By the time Fang Ziye finished washing up, Luo Tingzhu, who had gotten up forty minutes earlier than Fang Ziye, had already finished getting ready.

The weather was stiflingly hot; she wore a pair of white denim ultra-short shorts, paired with a light green polo shirt, her hair tied up in advance, making her whole person look full of vitality.

By six twenty, Fang Ziye was already leading Luo Tingzhu out the door; the two planned to hail a cab and rush for a bowl of Chongqing noodles for breakfast.

"Senior Brother, let's withdraw some money later. We still need to buy a white funeral envelope."

"I just saw the obituary notice about Professor Dong in my Moments." Luo Tingzhu said.

Fang Ziye had already hailed a cab, about four minutes away; he said, "White funeral envelopes aren't necessarily available for purchase right now; you might need to go to a specific market. Teacher Deng should have extras."

"The hospital issuing an obituary for Professor Dong is only right; no matter how you put it, saving a life is positive energy worth publicizing."

"I also saw Professor Dong's obituary in the work group chat."

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he noticed Luo Tingzhu put her phone into the pocket of her ultra-short shorts, smiling as she pursed her lips, smiling without speaking, tilting her head to look at Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye immediately understood; Luo Tingzhu still hadn't joined the hospital's work group chat yet, so she couldn't see the obituary in the group, only the one in Moments.

"Sooner or later." Fang Ziye comforted.

"No rush; after I graduate with my doctorate, I still need to go to Teacher Deng Yong's place to transition through a postdoctoral mobile station work experience." Luo Tingzhu shook her head, very goal-oriented about her life planning.

"That works well too."

"How do the red oil wontons taste?" Fang Ziye continued chatting with Luo Tingzhu.

This Chongqing noodle shop was one Luo Tingzhu frequented; she should have eaten most of the snacks inside, otherwise she wouldn't have suggested Fang Ziye go early for breakfast.

Luo Tingzhu bared her teeth in a shallow smile: "They're tasty, but I don't recommend eating them for breakfast; with Senior Brother your spicy tolerance, you might end up running to the toilet during surgery later."

Chongqing snacks — not to say they're extremely spicy, but they're very numbing; if you're not someone who eats this flavor regularly, it's very easy to get labeled.

"Then I'll just honestly eat mild-numbing mild-spicy noodles." Fang Ziye then didn't think further.

……

At seven sharp, Fang Ziye again led Luo Tingzhu rushing toward the hospital.

Fang Ziye only needed to arrive at the department around eight, but Luo Tingzhu had to report to the operating room by seven thirty.

Luo Tingzhu herself knew that, given Professor Ceng Quanming's doting on Luo Tingzhu, even if Luo Tingzhu arrived before eight it would be fine, but in work settings Luo Tingzhu never took advantage of favor.

On the contrary, she would have a stronger sense of time than anyone else.

It was just that Fang Ziye suddenly thought of something again, and asked curiously: "Tingzhu, how is your Senior Sister doing now? Has she still not returned to the department?"

Fang Ziye could still remember that this little girl Luo Tingzhu usually looked proper and upright, down-to-earth, but she also held grudges quite a bit.

Professor Ceng Quanming previously had another doctoral student named Huang Xiruo; right in front of Luo Tingzhu she insisted on adding her as a friend, Luo Tingzhu herself stepped in, but Huang Xiruo still persisted.

It was precisely her appearance that let Luo Tingzhu find the path for her own development in anesthesiology.

"She returned, on June 16th." Luo Tingzhu sat in the back seat, looking at Fang Ziye, her gaze sweeping lightly.

"What I mean is, you also don't need to stiffen the relationship with your own Senior Sister; in the future you might be colleagues, at the very least you're fellow disciples from the same master's school." Fang Ziye explained.

"I didn't do anything to her; it's her who can't accept that I progress faster than her, and curry more favor with the teacher."

Luo Tingzhu's lovely head straightened, a slight tsundere air: "I never say a bad word about others."

Luo Tingzhu herself did extremely well in that eight-year program cohort; switching majors only required telling the teacher and getting the supervisor's agreement to complete the switch.

Fang Ziye felt he might have been overthinking; Luo Tingzhu might lack finesse in normal social exchanges, but in handling interpersonal relationships, she handled them extremely well.

When abroad, Luo Tingzhu freeloaded off a domestic Senior Sister from another university for many conveniences. If she weren't a likable person, she simply couldn't have done that.

"That's for sure; our family's Tingzhu winning Professor Ceng's affection relies entirely on her own excellence." Fang Ziye praised.

He also discovered that Luo Tingzhu actually wasn't disliking being praised; she just liked it in her heart but didn't show it on her face.

She had received too much praise; ordinary people's praise, she didn't take to heart much.

But actually, Luo Tingzhu still liked being praised.

Luo Tingzhu's pair of small hands nervously tidied the hem of her polo shirt a bit, and said very honestly: "That's not entirely it; I can tell, the reason my teacher likes me so much, part of it is because of you, Senior Brother."

"The teacher has hinted many times, hoping I could pull you into anesthesiology too."

"But I didn't agree."

"Surgery can do without Luo Tingzhu, but surgery should have a Fang Ziye surgeon."

Listening to Luo Tingzhu's 'flattery', Fang Ziye hurriedly waved his hand: "I dare not accept; those words were Qian Lao's wife describing Qian Lao; I definitely will never reach his heights!"

"I think you can; I won't say it outside." Luo Tingzhu lowered her voice, the curve of her mouth corners bending.

Fang Ziye just felt his mood was especially good.

……

Fang Ziye dropped Luo Tingzhu off downstairs at the Surgical Building, then hurried toward the Orthopedics Building.

Wednesday was Vice Professor Chen Fang's surgery day.

However, just as Fang Ziye arrived at the department, Liu Haojiang took the initiative to find Fang Ziye: "Industry Brother, our group didn't schedule any mangled extremity related surgeries yesterday."

"So my Master said, Industry Brother you can go into the OR today, or you can not go."

"The four surgeries scheduled today, Master can handle them himself; one uncertain one, Master has already contacted Professor Han Yuanxiao."

Fang Ziye listened, carefully glanced at Liu Haojiang's notebook surgery schedule, saw clearly the surgeries were all fractures or post-bone defect, and nodded lightly.

"Alright, then Haojiang you explain to Teacher Chen for me; I have some other arrangements today, so I'll temporarily take leave."

"No problem, Industry Brother."

"Industry Brother, have you eaten breakfast?" Liu Haojiang took the notebook, and on the box lid asked somewhat ingratiatingly.

Between fellow disciples, treating each other to breakfast is a very normal thing; previously Fang Ziye had also asked Jin Hongzhou if he'd eaten breakfast.

"I went out early this morning and ate a bowl of Chongqing noodles; you guys arrange your own breakfast, next time together." Fang Ziye declined politely.

Then he turned his head, lightly clapped his hands: "Everyone pay attention, at nine thirty this morning I will conduct a universal check of medical records and medical orders in the department."

"Everyone prepare, check for omissions and fill gaps."

"Yuan Teacher Group, the bed-management doctors from Peng Professor's Group — don't rush off right after your shift ends."

"Associate Professor Chen's Group's medical records and medical orders are not within today's universal inspection scope."

Hearing Fang Ziye's words, visiting doctor Li Xianlong immediately turned and stiffened: "Director Fang, starting at nine-thirty? Can't we start in the afternoon instead?"

In June, there were still three visiting doctors: Zhao Xinle, Wang Liang, and Li Xianlong.

But Zhao Xinle went to Hand Surgery with Deng Professor, and Wang Liang also left with Han Yuanxiao.

Currently in the department, only Li Xianlong remains following Associate Professor Peng Long.

Li Xianlong's complexion was slightly tense at this moment, very obviously showing massive gaps.

"Jinhuan, what's going on?" Fang Ziye immediately asked Xiong Jinhuan.

Associate Professor Peng Long's Group — the junior doctors are still the original lineup; the doctors are Lu Zhe Fu and Xiong Jinhuan, two people — among them Xiong Jinhuan handles medical records and medical orders, Lu Zhe Fu handles surgery scheduling.

There's also a prospective doctoral student who hasn't started school yet, also entered the department in July as a follow-up resident, currently in charge of reviewing discharge medical records, named Cai Mingming.

Xiong Jinhuan immediately said: "Industry Brother, Long Ge kept saying he'd write it, but I just checked — he still only established a template."

"The surgical patients are only at the preoperative summary."

"I thought Long Ge would write it."

Xiong Jinhuan was also helpless — he's just a follow-up resident, has no real authority, can only persuade.

Li Xianlong is an adult; he promised to write but doesn't fulfill his duty — Xiong Jinhuan can't tie him down and make him write.

Fang Ziye sat at the computer, carefully finished reading the two beds Li Xianlong manages — new admissions, aside from the admission consent records the duty doctor must do.

The rest are almost all empty — just a single blank template.

Another postoperative patient — the postoperative medical record is also just a template.

Fang Ziye's face darkened slightly, the corner of his eye twitching, as he looked at Li Xianlong.

Li Xianlong, same age as his own teacher, at this moment wore a full smile: "Director Fang, Doctor Xiong, I'll definitely write it today — after morning rounds I'll write, it'll be fast too."

Fang Ziye took a deep breath: "Long Ge, if you don't want to manage beds, just say so directly — I can reassign your beds to others."

"You leaving medical records unwritten like this — is that purely wanting to screw me over?"

"If it gets caught, you're fine, but I'm in trouble."

"I hope this is the only time, and also, Long Ge, you still need to write the medical records more comprehensively. Even though you're Big Brother, count as a senior."

"But this is Zhongnan Hospital — our hospital has its systems, our department has its own systems — if it happens again, don't blame me for reporting directly to Professor Liu Huanglong."

First course must be completed within 8 hours, admission record within 24 hours.

You took on the bed-management doctor's work but don't do it — isn't that making trouble for Fang Ziye? Once caught, that's a Grade C medical record.

Isn't that provoking trouble for Fang Ziye and Trauma Surgery?

"Director Fang, I'll definitely pay attention from now on." Li Xianlong cupped his fists with both hands.

"Mm, Long Ge, let's be understanding of each other. In other aspects, if you have any needs, you can bring them up."

"Professor Liu already said you visiting doctors enjoy the same cultivation treatment as doctors — we also have to do our proper duties, right?" Fang Ziye's words already counted as quite severe.

Li Xianlong then stopped replying, and went off to do his own things.

At the same time, Yan Zhiming said to Fang Ziye: "Ziye, although you're Jie Han's senior brother, I still have to call him out and criticize him."

"You say — what did he do?" Fang Ziye's face was full of murderous aura.

If his own junior brother Jie Han didn't do something well, that would be perfect — kill the chicken to warn the monkey.

Toward outsiders, Fang Ziye might still need certain reservations, but toward Jie Han, Fang Ziye's handling is absolutely not soft-handed.

"Jie Han also learned from you back then — cross-referencing literature to write medical orders and medical records in the department — but occasionally, he writes wrong medical orders."

"The on-duty nurses in the hospital have already reminded several times — next time still need to make Jie Han pay attention, carefully open medical orders with accurate usage and dosage."

"My meaning is, best to still follow the drug package insert. Don't only follow literature."

"Domestic drug package inserts still have gaps with foreign ones." Yan Zhiming said.

Fang Ziye heard this, nodded: "Okay, I know — I'll tell him in a bit."

"If he does it again, I'll make him treat everyone in our department to breakfast. Senior brother, you crack down hard — win benefits for our department's brothers."

Yan Zhiming heard this and immediately nodded: "Then that's great..."

Just then, Jie Han walked in from the doorway — he and Lan Tianluo, the two of them, were still chatting very happily about something.

"Jie Han, come over here." Fang Ziye called toward the doorway.

Jie Han and Lan Tianluo heard this and immediately stopped chatting, then separated.

After Jie Han reached him, Fang Ziye repeated to Jie Han what Yan Zhiming said: "Is this matter fact?"

"Domestic package insert? Oh, okay okay, sorry sorry, Brother Yan, I usually didn't pay attention to this matter." Jie Han immediately said.

Generally speaking, literature-recommended dosages are all carefully considered. However, perhaps one must also consider the constraints of the actual package insert.

Prescribing dosage beyond the package insert — if something goes wrong, you bear the responsibility yourself.

But if problems arise from following the package insert, many troubles can be avoided — no entanglement on this procedure.

Finished saying this, Jie Han then calmly said: "Senior brother, later Tianluo and I will send you a copy of the paper draft — you help revise it too, okay?"

Fang Ziye heard this, his whole person flashed: "What?"

"You weren't the previous two?" Fang Ziye's brain slightly crashed.

"Senior brother, I haven't submitted papers for a long time recently — doesn't mean I haven't been writing." Jie Han continued walking closer, came to Fang Ziye's ear.

"Senior brother, I've already stored over ten papers — just need to fill data, minor revision and they can be published." Jie Han dropped another heavy bomb on Fang Ziye.

Over ten papers.

Not one, not a few.

Fang Ziye felt surprise, but also within reason.

Jie Han this guy's paper writing ability — whether Master or Lan Tianluo — both can't catch up to his dust.

Back then I sent him a few short papers, and in less than a month he turned them into manuscripts and submitted them, and he even wrote a meta-analysis himself.

Fang Ziye said to Yan Zhiming next door, "Senior Brother, I actually feel Jie Han's problem isn't that serious, what do you think?"

Yan Zhiming also had a share in the papers Jie Han wrote.

In high-end clinical work, projects and papers are the big daddy, just like the big daddy in the performing arts circle.

Yan Zhiming rubbed his hands: "From now on, I'll personally revise the medical orders and records for the beds Jie Han manages."

And then he started massaging Jie Han.

Even a pig at the wind's mouth can fly, let alone Yan Zhiming? Even if he doesn't stay at Zhongnan Hospital to avoid suspicion, going to the Provincial People's Hospital would be pretty sweet.

Before long, Nie Mingxian also arrived at the department.

And then the first thing he did was directly find Fang Ziye, and called Fang Ziye out alone; after the two reached the Inpatient General Office, Nie Mingxian actively took out a bottle of iced coffee from the refrigerator.

After drinking it in one go he asked, "Ziye, you don't want a sip? I have to tell you a very, very good piece of news."

Fang Ziye also took a bottle, opened the cap: "Xian Ge, you speak."

"Through my connections, I invited an expert who's very skilled at animal experiments. He told me he might be able to come help our project group work on a mangled extremity rabbit model."

"And he's very interested in this matter too."

"It's just that he has two small requests. Actually it's just one." Nie Mingxian said with an excited expression.

Nie Mingxian certainly has his own connections too, and Fang Ziye knows clearly that Nie Mingxian's connections might not be worse than his own.

After all, Nie Mingxian has been excellent for so long; his cultivation of connections certainly wouldn't be too poor.

"Xian Ge, continue, what special requests does this Big Brother or Big Sister have?" Fang Ziye finished speaking and took a shallow small sip.

"First, if we don't give him a funding subsidy this time, he hopes to just hang his name on such a project."

"If we're willing to give a funding subsidy, fifteen hundred to two thousand a day, plus room and board, estimated around one month. If it fails in the end, we just cover room and board."

Nie Mingxian finished speaking and took another small sip of coffee: "Ziye, this isn't a lion's big mouth; if he went to a pharmaceutical company to do clinical projects, the pharmaceutical company would give him a subsidy starting at six figures a month."

"This really is an absolute expert. A pure research-type talent."

Every field has its specialization; Fang Ziye actually hasn't had much contact with relatively high-end research-type talents.

Fang Ziye's first reaction was that the other party's demands were a bit high, but carefully examining Nie Mingxian's words, it again seemed like the other party's proposal was reasonable, giving Nie Mingxian a lot of face.

"Okay, Xian Ge, you contact the other party then."

"This animal experiment model, if we can get it out earlier, we can conduct teaching classes in advance; at that time even if we start the teaching class ten days early, it might let three to five patients keep their limbs."

"This money would be well spent." Fang Ziye said.

Animal experiment models can be mass-produced, can be relatively infinitely trial-and-error. If once successful, spreading the methodology widely, Fang Ziye believes many top teaching hospitals will make progress in mangled extremity treatment within one or two years.

Never underestimate many people's qualifications; Eastern Han still has quite a lot of excellent people.

"Then I'll tell the other party, you won't go back on your word in the end, right?" Nie Mingxian asked seriously.

"Otherwise I'll go bankrupt."

If Fang Ziye wasn't willing to pay, Nie Mingxian could only pay out of his own pocket; Nie Mingxian's current income is still very tight.

"Rest assured, Xian Ge, would I still deceive you?" Fang Ziye said.

Nie Mingxian then looked at Fang Ziye and they smiled at each other, left hand holding the drink, right hand waving lightly in the air, eyes slightly narrowed, as if he were still a carefree youth of around twenty.

"..."

In the afternoon, Fang Ziye followed Teacher Deng to attend Professor Dong's funeral.

At the funeral, he also saw many familiar faces.

The Hospital Dean, Old Dean, and several Vice Deans all arrived at the scene.

Some Directors and Professors Fang Ziye knew, including Ceng Quanming, all came over.

The former Professor Dong Yaohui still carried quite a lot of weight inside the Hospital.

This Professor Dong's funeral did not set up a gift register, and no white envelopes were collected.

This time, Fang Ziye also saw Professor Dong's children.

Teacher Deng also brought Fang Ziye to meet some people; the first few professors Fang Ziye could barely remember surnames, but by the end Fang Ziye nearly petrified.

Seeing so many people at once, by the end Fang Ziye simply forgot even the few professors he had remembered earlier.

When Fang Ziye went to the toilet, a professor greeted him; he felt the face was familiar, definitely seen before, but couldn't call out the name, could only awkwardly call out "Teacher, hello."

The other party didn't blame him either, signaled Fang Ziye to go in and relieve himself...

And then, Fang Ziye actually also saw the Basic Medical College leaders, and the School leaders, also had representatives come to attend the funeral.

This Professor Dong incident was still quite positive energy.

It's just that Fang Ziye felt a very regrettable thing was that he didn't see Professor Dong's corpse.

According to his dying wish, he was unwilling to accept burial.

He wanted to donate his body to the Hospital's Basic Medical College for cadaver dissection research or teaching.

Because the weather was too hot, so at the funeral there was only his clothing and hat...

His ashes, only after the dissection research ends, can be re-cremated into ashes, then handed to the family.

After the collective salute.

Fang Ziye followed behind Teacher Deng, as a student, a disciple's disciple generation, saluted alone once more.

In this process, Fang Ziye silently recited in his heart: "Master Uncle, safe journey, the current Zhongnan Hospital is very good. In the future it should be able to develop even better."

"Hope that down there, you can turn enmity into friendship with my other Master Uncle if there are grudges, if not then may the bond last long."

"This student will certainly remember Master Uncle's words and deeds..."

After the rites ended, Teacher Deng led the team and still wanted to give a white envelope to Professor Dong's son, but the other party still politely refused.

"Hero Brother, you and I and the other brothers are all peer brothers; peer brothers have no need to give gifts, giving them would instead make us strangers."

"Father is fortunate to have students like you, and I am fortunate to have brothers like you."

"Before Father passed away, he hoped each of you would have a bright future, keep patients in your hearts, and properly develop the hospital's Trauma Surgery department, to provide service for more patients in need."

"Even redemption!" Those four words, the middle-aged man bit down on them heavily...

On the return journey, Fang Ziye kept pondering those four words: even redemption.

Redemption is difficult, so the word "even" must be added.

On the return journey, Teacher Deng squinted his eyes, leaned back in the passenger seat and dozed off; the one driving was Yan Zhiming.

The car was driven very slowly.

UnknownTime, it happened to be while crossing the river.

Deng Yong's faint, intermittent murmur sounded: "I met my Person of Gratitude during my Undergraduate years. Back then it was still Hubei Medical University."

"From now, it has already been a full twenty-eight years..."

Deng Yong is forty-seven this year; twenty-eight years ago he was nineteen, and back then he was also a high-spirited youth.

(Chapter End)