Chapter 458

In the private room, it was just a small gathering; the participants were only Liu Huanglong and the small groups brought by Yuan Weihong.

Liu Huanglong sat in the host seat, Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong on his left and right respectively, followed by Nie Mingxian, Yan Zhiming, and Li Yuanpei, then further down Jie Han, Lan Tianluo, and Liu Haihua.

Gong Luoyuan, who had not yet enrolled, followed Teacher Deng to Hand Surgery to shadow and learn.

Before Fang Ziye, coconut juice was still placed properly; even though Fang Ziye now no longer had to be first priority for the emergency surgery shift, he still had to be ready to go on stage at any time.

Drinking and going on stage is a major taboo; no matter when, Fang Ziye would never violate this point.

Although Fang Ziye is now the Chief Resident, his status within the group is effectively on par with Yuan Weihong; at least in others' eyes, Yuan Weihong's instructions and Fang Ziye's instructions can be considered equivalent.

"I have only one thing to say besides that."

"Eat to your heart's content if you want to eat, drink up to the drunk line if you want to drink, chat to your heart's content if you want to chat."

"Of course, I still have to remind you: don't bring professional knowledge to the dinner table, at least not today, alright?" Liu Huanglong said after drinking a cup together with everyone.

Yuan Weihong immediately laughed: "What a pity, I originally wanted to hear Professor Liu's admonition."

"Wei Ge, are you trying to make me slip up? You and I are about the same age, a year apart front and back, we should be same-age brothers; you call me Professor Liu, so shouldn't I call you Researcher Yuan Weihong?" Liu Huanglong also launched a counterattack.

Unrelated to academics, unrelated to profession, just nonsense chatter.

When happy, don't speak of unhappy things.

Yuan Weihong also holds a Senior Professional Title.

"Long Ge." After Yuan Weihong retreated, he dropped the address of Professor Liu.

In the department, calling him Director Liu and Professor Liu is perfectly justified. But in private, a year apart front and back, calling each other Long Ge and Wei Ge is actually perfectly natural.

Doctors are also people, they also need normal social interactions; relatively casual addresses instead make relationships more harmonious.

"Ziye, do you want to say a few words? Encourage your fellow trainees?" Liu Huanglong gave Fang Ziye the stage.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Professor Liu, I'll pass; I don't have anything to privately pass on."

"Everyone has worked very hard; at this time point today, let's not sell anxiety."

Fang Ziye finished speaking, stood up, and said: "Master, I'll use drink in place of wine, toasting you a cup."

Yuan Weihong raised his wine glass while saying: "Why toast me? You should toast Professor Liu, right?"

Liu Huanglong waved his hand: "Wei Ge, that's wrong of you; toasting respects Master first, that's the most direct lineage relationship; you can't teach Ziye crooked ways."

Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye drank it in one go; Fang Ziye then smiled and said: "Master, don't blame me for taking advantage; once I step down as Chief Resident, I'll definitely keep you company properly."

"Mm, those words are pleasing to hear." Yuan Weihong put on airs.

Now, Fang Ziye has grown up; Yuan Weihong is very gratified.

The current team no longer needs to secretly celebrate like back then. Now the group celebration can already pull a large crowd.

Yuan Weihong continued: "Our team, recently for a while, under the leadership of Professor Liu and Professor Deng, has more or less achieved some results."

"These results are not limited to the papers our team published; more importantly, patients who limped into our department, half-paralyzed, can walk out of the department with smiling faces at a leisurely pace."

"These results carved onto patients' bodies with the scalpel are the meaning of our recent efforts."

"Admittedly, these projects will also bring us more or less some convenience and honor, but I also hope everyone can continue to forge ahead with full support."

"Having passed through the most difficult stage, from now on we can slightly relax our taut nerves."

When Yuan Weihong was about to continue, Liu Huanglong interrupted: "Wei Ge, we agreed not to talk profession, not to talk department matters; you're turning back again?"

"Come, let me call roll."

"Jie Han, do you have a girlfriend?" Liu Huanglong looked directly at Jie Han.

Jie Han turned his head toward Liu Huanglong, corner of his mouth grinning: "Teacher Liu, not yet. Can't find one?"

"Can't find one for tens of thousands, have you looked for ones costing a few hundred or thousand?" Liu Huanglong joked very directly.

But Liu Huanglong didn't expect Jie Han to ask: "Professor Liu, tell me, how much money's worth?"

"One or two." At this counter-question, Liu Huanglong almost blurted it out.

"What nonsense, how would I know? You better not flip me."

"If you can't find a girlfriend, go out and walk around to look; you're at the age to find a girlfriend too."

"Look at your Senior Brother Yuanpei, didn't he just find you a sister-in-law recently?" Liu Huanglong asked.

Yan Zhiming heard this and directly exposed: "Professor Liu, then you don't know; Yuanpei loves every beautiful woman he sees. He's still an aristocrat, so he has to pick carefully."

Li Yuanpei instantly got anxious: "Senior Brother, don't wrong me..."

"I'll testify..." Fang Ziye raised his hand.

A pure celebration shouldn't be bound by form; everyone has been tense and working hard for months, finally got the first harvest, should celebrate a bit.

In the whole team, although Fang Ziye contributed the most, many people are indispensable.

Yan Zhiming and Li Yuanpei fought for a lot of time for Fang Ziye. Liu Huanglong shouldered the department's management authority, isolating external factors outside.

Yuan Weihong goes without saying; in project design and strategizing, he never stayed silent.

Jie Han is a problem maniac; Lan Tianluo's data analysis and processing...

As the dinner approached its final stage, Jie Han walked to Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong's side and said in a low voice: "Master, can I do full detachment for a few months?"

"You want full detachment at this time? What do you want to do?" Yuan Weihong said with slight displeasure.

The atmosphere in the department is thick right now; the next few months will definitely see frequent results; Jie Han doing full detachment now, isn't that making things awkward for himself?

Liu Huanglong also looked at Jie Han, full of doubt.

Jie Han said: "Master, I want to go to the laboratory and properly do group training for a while."

"Since starting grad school, I've concentrated most of my time on research and writing papers; I often go to the training room too, but haven't let loose."

"I want to try full detachment group training for a few months, see if I can make progress."

Hearing this, Yuan Weihong directly pulled Jie Han and Fang Ziye out of the private room.

Lan Tianluo looked at the three of them, Yuan Weihong, wanted to stand up, but seeing Liu Huanglong, didn't move.

"You guys keep chatting..." Liu Huanglong continued smiling.

Li Yuanpei then continued asking about Nie Mingxian's love life, and even schemed behind the scenes!

Li Yuanpei saw through it clearly; Nie Mingxian's importance within the group was also an indispensable part, and if his love life could be stabilized.

Even if Nie Mingxian left in October, he would definitely come back afterwards.

Such a team atmosphere was definitely what Nie Mingxian hoped for.

The key was for Nie Mingxian to have a certain bond; besides the team's bond, it would be best to have another bond as well.

Of course, Li Yuanpei's scheming made Nie Mingxian feel Li Yuanpei was brain-damaged.

A lifelong single virgin guiding someone who's had girlfriends on how to pursue girls — isn't that talking nonsense...

"Jie Han, what exactly are you thinking? At this time you want full detachment? Making things difficult for yourself, seeking thrills?" Yuan Weihong started scolding after walking out the private room door.

Harvest season, Jie Han pulls out — isn't that vacating the position for someone else to pick the peaches?

Fang Ziye, hearing this, advised: "Master, I personally support Jie Han's idea."

"He has already brought our mangled extremity follow-up manuscripts to three-quarters completion; currently they are written, but the unfinished articles have reached over twenty."

"He wants to improve his own professional operation, improve the team's participation feeling, I think."

Yuan Weihong's voice was like a dry duck eunuch tone: "You said how many?"

The pitch raised at least eight notes.

"Over twenty." Fang Ziye replied calmly.

"Jie Han's positioning and task are very clear; he finished everything that needed handling. His position can be advanced."

"The remaining data filling, Tian Luo and I can both do, even finding Yuanpei can do it. Having finished his own matters, of course he can fully detach." Fang Ziye said.

Yuan Weihong looked at Jie Han.

Jie Han also smiled calmly: "Master, I didn't tell you, afraid you'd say I have jealousy, afraid you'd think my mindset is unstable, so I just wanted to finish things first, then go properly study professionally."

"Actually I'm not leaving far, just in our hospital's animal lab, training room."

Yuan Weihong, hearing this, touched Jie Han's back of head, turned head to look at Fang Ziye: "Ziye, this matter I'll leave to you to handle."

Yuan Weihong understood; when everyone in the department is bustling with excitement, there are also people silently exerting effort and paying the price behind the scenes.

No one is willing to be lonely; the effort is all behind the scenes.

To catch up to the team's frontline progress, one can only pay more than others.

Yuan Weihong turned and left, walking with a bit of a stride.

Jie Han's choice made him feel some heartache, but more was relief.

Does this count as jealousy?

It does not.

After Yuan Weihong left, Fang Ziye then said: "Jie Han, one minute on stage, ten years of work off stage."

"Tian Luo's qualifications are slightly more excellent than yours, so with the same time spent he can progress faster, but it doesn't matter, everyone has their own advantages."

"Senior Brother supports you going into seclusion to practice, but you must also control a degree."

"Speaking of the aspects you excel in, we all fall short, but we also never thought we must catch up to your progress; can you understand this?"

Jie Han nodded, at this moment his gaze very firm: "Senior Brother, operation is clinical frontline feedback; if one wants to enjoy that heartfelt gratitude from patients and share their happiness, improving clinical operation is the most direct and inevitable choice."

"I also want to try." Jie Han said.

Fang Ziye still wanted to speak, Jie Han continued: "Actually, for a very long period I've been analyzing; Tingzhu Senior Sister achieving both research and professional harvest relies on time accumulation."

"Senior Brother you also relied on time accumulation."

"Talent is certainly important, but the factor of effort cannot be ignored. And I have wasted even longer time on other aspects..."

"Rest starting next month then?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Correct, Senior Brother."

"..."

"Left, quiet beautiful girl." After the drinking party ended, after everyone else left in teams.

Fang Ziye then reached out toward Luo Tingzhu who was already carrying a shoulder bag.

Throughout the entire meal, Luo Tingzhu was as if non-existent, only silently eating, then listening.

Although during the celebration, dirty jokes came and went constantly, Luo Tingzhu was directly immune to all. Also did not chime in.

"Senior Brother, mainly, I didn't know how to interject; you also heard what they chatted about?"

"I couldn't blend in." Luo Tingzhu generously explained, regaining her liveliness.

Fang Ziye thought so too; driving basically means subtle dirty jokes, or just finding boyfriends/girlfriends and such.

If Luo Tingzhu opened her mouth and also attacked the low road, Fang Ziye also couldn't stand it.

"Eaten full?"

"Probably not very suited to your taste? We go downstairs ride two cars, go eat spicy numbing hotpot?" Fang Ziye stirred his fingers suggesting.

Today's taste leans toward light.

Luo Tingzhu's diet leans more toward heavy flavor; not necessarily ate full.

Luo Tingzhu hearing this instead retreated two steps, upper and lower eyelids blinked: "Senior Brother, you'd better mean really eating spicy numbing hotpot."

Just coming out of the joke pile, Luo Tingzhu couldn't help floating thoughts associating to other things.

If it's six yuan spicy numbing hotpot, Luo Tingzhu can't stand it.

Tomorrow is weekend again.

"What ghost? Don't think wildly." Fang Ziye smiled, pulling Luo Tingzhu toward outside.

"Senior Brother Fang, how are you returning?" Liu Haihua asked from afar without understanding romance, clearly alcohol drunk a bit in place.

Lan Tianluo directly pulled Liu Haihua away.

"Senior Brother, I'll take Liu Haihua off your hands. You're free to go."

"Get in." Lan Tianluo directly pushed Liu Haihua into the taxi.

……

Saturday.

Fang Ziye didn't officially get up until ten o'clock; at six-thirty in the morning, Fang Ziye had already bought breakfast back, and after eating, he slept another nap.

Luo Tingzhu was still in her nap.

Still because she slept late yesterday.

By the time she woke up, it was already eleven twenty.

While Fang Ziye was in the study pondering how to handle the mangled extremity lecture, he suddenly heard a patter of hurried footsteps from outside.

Craning his neck at a slant to look, it was clearly Luo Tingzhu rushing to get herself ready.

Brushing her teeth on one hand, putting on a face mask on the other.

Fang Ziye knew Luo Tingzhu still had arrangements for Saturday, so he spoke up to comfort her: "Don't rush, I've already had someone warm up the experimental equipment that needed warming, and the cell operation bench that needed disinfection has already been under the blue light."

"Being half an hour late doesn't matter."

Luo Tingzhu shot Fang Ziye a sidelong glance at the doorway, her mouth full of white saliva foam opening and closing, full of grievance.

For someone whose sense of time had always been very strong, this was probably one of the rare few times she was late.

Fang Ziye then withdrew his head slightly and continued making the PPT, finding photos from surgeries while planning the explanation approach, while thinking of ways to integrate the organized basic theory of mangled extremity into it.

To conduct the lecture, all of these had to be prepared.

Moreover, this lecture was on a tight schedule — it was on the evening of July 15th, Sunday, at seven o'clock, and the venue was the Academic Report Hall of the Basic Medical College.

Time wasn't very ample anymore.

The reason the time was so pressing was mainly that Zhongnan Hospital had too many patients piled up, and the surgical demand for similar patients was too great.

Many people who couldn't get surgery appointments at Zhongnan Hospital went to find Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Tongji Hospital, Provincial People's Hospital, and the Military Hospital.

Going to other hospitals wasn't a problem in itself, but the problem was, they couldn't take them either!

Consulting patients were increasing more and more, so they had no choice but to come seek guidance, and thus booked this lecture with Liu Huanglong.

Fang Ziye also didn't plan to hold back. And Fang Ziye knew that the content he could cover in this lecture wouldn't be especially meticulous — just explaining the outline so each professor would have a rough idea in their hearts.

Then, Fang Ziye would also need to spare an hour to roughly explain the basics of mangled extremity debridement technique.

Only next time would he be able to explain the outline of functional reconstruction surgery.

While Fang Ziye was organizing these materials, Luo Tingzhu had already finished her face mask, wiped her face, and changed into a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.

Tying her hair in a ponytail, she looked especially capable; picking up a large canvas bag she said: "Senior Brother, you order takeout for lunch at home, I have to go to the laboratory, later I'll buy vegetables and come back."

Fang Ziye turned his head, saw Luo Tingzhu wasn't carrying a snack pack and the canvas bag wasn't very full either, so he stood up and walked to the snack storage in the living room.

Discovering the snacks on top were almost empty, he replied: "You order something for lunch too, later I'll go downstairs to eat and bring you some snacks on the way."

Luo Tingzhu loved eating snacks, or rather, this wasn't a simple kind of liking.

"Oh, okay! ~" Luo Tingzhu was changing her shoes, when she reached the doorway she smiled at Fang Ziye and even gave him a tacky flying kiss.

Immediately after she hurriedly pushed the door and went out.

Watching Luo Tingzhu's back view, Fang Ziye couldn't help but think that behind a genius girl, there might also be hardships silently paid that most people couldn't empathize with.

Luo Tingzhu staying at the hospital was a certainty, but she still wanted to strive for the first echelon of talent recruitment.

Five hundred thousand not earned for nothing; if there were even more talent recruitment, that would be even better.

And all of this wasn't easy to get — it required you to have certain grades to show your potential.

Zhongnan Hospital wouldn't support idle people for nothing.

Around four-thirty in the afternoon, Fang Ziye didn't wait for Luo Tingzhu to return, but instead waited for Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi's call.

Fang Ziye picked up and listened, only to learn that the Trauma Center had admitted a dislocation patient, and both Wang Yuanqi and Nie Mingxian had attempted reduction once each, but neither succeeded in reducing it.

They didn't dare try a third time.

They needed Fang Ziye to come save the situation.

Fang Ziye agreed and rushed out immediately.

Truthfully, when Fang Ziye went out, there was still a tiny bit of little pride in his heart.

Closed reduction was Fang Ziye's first trump card skill, undefeated in the whole hospital, and now it could become the department's final trump card.

Who doesn't have a little pride?

After Fang Ziye arrived, in a few quick moves, he succeeded in reduction in one go.

With a crack, accompanied by the patient's comfortable groan, the battle ended; the rest was just rechecking X-rays and other procedural processes.

After the patient's family confirmed the patient's pain symptoms had eased, they glanced at the terrifyingly young Fang Ziye, their incredulous expression growing even more grave.

But ultimately, the family's own experience was the best feedback; from this it could be confirmed that Nie Mingxian and the others weren't just finding someone to go through the motions, but had truly brought in an expert, so they led the patient off for examination.

After the patient left, Nie Mingxian scratched his head and said: "Closed reduction such a simple process and operation, yet Ziye can really play it into something remarkable."

"Have to say, clinical work is too damn complex; every little operation can evolve infinite possibilities."

Wang Yuanqi laughed and said: "Xian Ge, let me tell you a private piece of news — a cosmetic hospital wanted to poach Ziye, monthly salary 150,000 plus commission, and Ziye turned it down."

Nie Mingxian wasn't surprised: "Monthly salary 150,000 is still too little. In cosmetic hospitals, many fresh undergraduate graduates make tens of thousands, and Masters students with better skills might reach around 100,000."

"This is just a highly profitable industry."

Nie Mingxian then looked at Fang Ziye again: "Ziye, the 'secret manual' you gave me wasn't an incomplete version, was it? How come you could reduce it, but I still couldn't after all this time?"

Fang Ziye rolled his eyes at those words: "Qi Ge, you can hit someone now. He says he studied for a long time."

Wang Yuanqi unceremoniously clenched his fist, "That's a bit pretentious!"

"But Xian Ge is my own Second Brother; hitting him hurts me too." Wang Yuanqi didn't strike, just sped up the car.

In Eastern Han, Second Brother has some special implications.

Second Senior Brother can also be Second Brother, and Third Leg can also be Second Brother.

Fang Ziye said, "You guys go ahead and get busy, I have to go back and organize my PPT. Tomorrow I can't lose face for the Department either. If I say something wrong, or leave something out, that's not okay."

"Thanks for the hard work, you two Brothers." Fang Ziye gave a fist salute, turned, and left.

Nie Mingxian and Wang Yuanqi both nodded. Wang Yuanqi had long been used to Fang Ziye's suave turn, but Nie Mingxian still had a bit of 'suspect life'.

Clearly it was such a simple operation and principle, yet Fang Ziye could make it bloom, but he couldn't make it bloom, so he felt a bit of dissatisfaction.

……

On the return journey, Fang Ziye saw a message sent by Luo Tingzhu.

After her experiment was done, she discovered the cells were contaminated. She had to revive a batch of cells, and also had to carefully check the cell incubator to see if there was a problem. She was still in the lab ordering takeout.

Fang Ziye replied: "Okay, you go ahead and get busy."

"I'll stop by and eat a dinner on the way……"

That night, Fang Ziye slept very late. Luo Tingzhu, on the other hand, went to bed early and slept very soundly.

After Fang Ziye climbed into bed at three in the early morning, Luo Tingzhu seemed to be able to sense it. She rolled over and very naturally burrowed into Fang Ziye's arms, her mouth pouting, the side of her face pressed flat, losing its usual beauty.

Between lovers, one always sees the death angle.

Fang Ziye's eyelids closed, and he also fell asleep.

The next day, at 8:30 AM, after Fang Ziye got up, he brought his computer to the Department's demonstration classroom.

Liu Huanglong, Deng Yong, Professor Han Yuanxiao, and Professor Xiong Lao and others had already appeared in the demonstration classroom. While listening to Fang Ziye's lecture, they offered corrections and guidance.

If they couldn't understand it, then this lecture would be a failure.

Just like that, they meshed and corrected, then continued lecturing. They repeated it a full twelve times, and the time came to 5:30 in the evening.

The group then stood up and left, heading toward the Basic Medical College's Academic Report Hall.

Fang Ziye carried his computer on his back, his mood a bit apprehensive and nervous.

But after Fang Ziye walked in and saw the nameplates of the various professors, his heart became even more nervous by a few degrees.

Good fellow. This should not only be local professors and associate professors from Hubei Province. There were also a few unfamiliar faces. They should be out-of-province experts……

Of course, Fang Ziye quickly calmed down.

One minute on stage, ten years of work off stage. Although Fang Ziye hadn't done ten years of kung fu, simply giving a small lecture was still no problem.

This is the start of his own path toward the formal stage of Hubei Province Trauma Surgery, and also the starting point announcing that Trauma Surgery has a Doctor Fang Ziye.

(Chapter End)