Chapter 461: Good Things One After Another (Seeking Subscriptions)

Deng Yong felt he needed to properly understand this blind spot of his; otherwise, how could he arrange Ziye's future matters without needing outsiders to repeatedly offer guidance.

As for the matter of going to Magic Capital to perform a demonstration surgery for mangled extremity, that was even more difficult.

Deng Yong said: "Professor Zheng, doing surgery at your hospital is no problem, but this travel time from Han City to Magic Capital?"

Zheng Haidong shrank his slender neck: "Professor Deng, although our hospital's strength is lacking, preserving a leg for several hours is still no problem."

"When the time comes and we encounter a similar case, I will contact Doctor Fang at the first opportunity; if Doctor Fang is willing to come over, we will talk with the patient."

"If Doctor Fang is busy, then we will proceed according to the established procedure."

Deng Yong hurriedly said: "Professor Zheng, you are being humble."

What do you mean your hospital's strength is lacking? If Magic Capital Sixth Hospital's orthopedics is lacking, then what does that make the whole of Hubei Province?

If someone said Professor Duan Hong's team at Tongji Hospital in Hubei Province and Professor Zheng Haidong's team differed by a small step, no one would refute it.

"This arrangement is very reasonable." Deng Yong did not refuse either.

Fang Ziye needed to go out, not just to make his name known, but also to send his skills out.

From the bottom of their bones, any doctor has a Great Physician dream; a Great Physician's vision certainly encompasses not just one or two patients.

Good skills definitely cannot be hidden away; promoting them widely and appropriately gaining a certain degree of fame is a reasonable development curve.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Haidong said: "Professor Deng, Doctor Fang, then it's settled."

Since Deng Yong had spoken, Fang Ziye also followed with a nod.

The two's conversation reached its conclusion here, the key issues discussed to the end.

Zheng Haidong and Professor Zhang Yue were both distant guests; they still had to catch a flight back later.

Deng Yong politely tried to persuade them to stay but failed, so he could only arrange someone to see them off.

However at this moment, Duan Hong walked over and said: "Professor Deng, I have already arranged in advance the cars to send Professor Zheng and Professor Zhang; they are right in the parking lot next door."

"Professor Deng, you need not trouble yourself."

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong immediately squeezed out a smiling face and said: "Then it's hard work for Professor Duan."

His tone was calm, only his eyes revealed a slight disappointment.

It wasn't anger, but rather that they weren't people of the same circle; forcing your way in is useless. Deng Yong's own accumulation and strength had not yet reached that level.

Even if he could barely enter now, others wouldn't immediately become the closest friends with him; it would require a period of getting along.

Not only were Zheng Haidong and Zhang Yue leaving, but Professor Wang Cheng from Xiangya Hospital also had to depart.

Professor Wang Cheng had contacted Professor Deng Yong directly; it was Professor Xu Long from Xiangya Hospital who had done the matchmaking beforehand.

However Professor Wang Cheng was going to the high-speed rail station, not the airport; this was someone Deng Yong had arranged to send...

Deng Yong, Fang Ziye and the others saw the three visiting professors off to their respective vehicles one by one, only then slowly walking back along with Professor Duan Hong and Professor Qi Qiaowen.

The figures of the crowd traversed the night; streetlights gradually stretched their shadows long.

Duan Hong extended his chubby hand and patted Fang Ziye's shoulder: "Ziye, send your bank card account number to Wu Xuanqi."

"Note the opening bank."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's heart tightened, but he immediately nodded: "Thank you, Teacher Duan."

"It should be. But it's only a hardship fee." Duan Hong replied.

Then Duan Hong walked forward with Deng Yong and Qi Qiaowen, while Wu Xuanqi leaned over directly: "Ziye, for this lecture session, if it were a professor, it should be this amount."

Wu Xuanqi made a gesture of the number eight.

"But at your level, it's only this amount; this is a hard economic rule. Can't be broken." Wu Xuanqi made an 'OK' gesture to Fang Ziye again.

Fang Ziye listened and was also very happy.

In the era of paid knowledge, wanting to invite someone to give a lecture, how could it be possible without paying? This isn't a public welfare lecture.

In a few days, he hard-earned thirty thousand; although taxes still had to be paid, leaving only twenty-something thousand in hand, this income still made Fang Ziye's heart very happy.

"Brother Qi, it's fine, having it is good. I'm not greedy." Fang Ziye said, taking out his phone to start editing the information.

There's nothing embarrassing about taking this; it goes through the Medical Association's internal funds, not Duan Hong's personal expense.

"Sent it to you." Fang Ziye said.

Wu Xuanqi didn't look at his phone, but hooked Fang Ziye's shoulder with one hand while giving a thumbs up with the other: "Good brother, this share is yours."

"However today I want to find you alone to talk about another matter: that epidermal growth factor that appeared in your department before, it really isn't fake."

"The drug is real, the efficacy is also real, only the procedure is fake. It works very well, and can promote the healing speed of patients' wounds to a certain extent."

"If you have the mind to statistically compare the corresponding patients' rehabilitation time and clinical hospitalization time, you will understand my meaning."

"Of course, this matter brought you unfavorable influence; I express deep apology..."

Fang Ziye looked at Wu Xuanqi, merely hesitating for a second before replying: "Brother Qi, your words are too heavy."

"I also don't know how this matter happened!"

"So I am powerless."

Wu Xuanqi's ability to win hearts, Fang Ziye knew he couldn't match even on horseback.

Of course, since it's hard to catch up, he doesn't chase; everyone has their own strengths, no need to copy someone else's path.

"Ziye, I didn't say it's related to you, nor did I ask you to help."

Wu Xuanqi spoke to here, his voice turning cold: "Has someone found you before me?"

Fang Ziye nodded, but did not say the specific content.

Wu Xuanqi then said: "Human hearts are unfathomable; the company's high-pressure policies indeed accelerate work efficiency, but also breed many methods we find hard to understand."

"Domestic pharmaceutical development faces great resistance; who knows how many pairs of eyes are watching, just hoping to find a flaw and kill off the domestic pharmaceutical companies."

"Domestic pharma companies wanting to do original research isn't easy either, and it's a mixed bag."

"But rest assured, Boss Chen has currently moved the work focus back from Magic Capital to Hubei Province, and personally returned to Hubei to hold the fort; then, similar incidents will certainly not happen again."

Wu Xuanqi spoke to here, shook his head again and said: "Some things, it's best you don't know, so you can keep your original heart."

Wu Xuanqi let go of Fang Ziye, and then walked side by side with Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye glanced at Wu Xuanqi's profile and found that in this moment the other party seemed to have gained many stories.

But everyone's past is a story; Wu Xuanqi did not intend to be candid, so Fang Ziye did not pursue it, simply continuing on his own path happily.

On the way back to the report hall, Fang Ziye and Wu Xuanqi did not speak; after parting, Wu Xuanqi went to find Teacher Deng.

Fang Ziye, meanwhile, found Luo Tingzhu in the very last seat; at this moment Luo Tingzhu was surrounded by several fellow disciples who looked quite proper, politely inquiring about something.

However, as soon as Fang Ziye approached, Luo Tingzhu stood up and said: "Teachers, my boyfriend has arrived."

The few people turned their heads, saw it was Fang Ziye smiling at them, each nodded in greeting, and then left.

"Tingzhu, were they looking for you to add WeChat too?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Some were just showing off." Luo Tingzhu was probably annoyed beyond endurance, so she directly complained.

In the community of surgical physicians, Orthopedics Department income is not considered low.

Income is an economic pillar; it indeed makes some people feel that having money means they can buy women.

"Just ignore them from now on."

"This is Zhongnan Hospital; there are many fellow disciples nearby. If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, just call for people directly." Fang Ziye said.

For similar matters, Fang Ziye does not evaluate from any angle.

During last year's Young Physician Competition, some people with very respectable identities were "taken away" for questioning.

About such things, what can Fang Ziye say? He can only say to do well by himself.

Others have money and how they play is their own freedom; as long as they properly do their job as a doctor and do not provoke Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye cannot even be bothered to condemn them from a moral standpoint.

"Mm, okay, Senior Brother."

"I'll head back first; you'll probably be busy here for a long time." Luo Tingzhu looked at the queue of people and said.

"Okay, when you go back, buy some chilled watermelon; I haven't eaten fruit in a long time." Fang Ziye requested with a hehe laugh.

"Any other fruit?" Luo Tingzhu agreed without any conditions?

"I don't have anything else I want to eat; the rest you can buy as you see fit..." Fang Ziye said.

Luo Tingzhu has the kind of constitution that doesn't gain weight from eating; just this point alone is probably enough to make most people jealous.

Otherwise, with her foodie nature, she would have long since reached 130-140 jin, yet her current weight still hovers around 100 jin.

……

"Doctor Fang, hello."

"Doctor Fang, hello."

As Fang Ziye walked into the queue, many people, whether they knew him or not, greeted him, giving quite a sense of being the center of attention.

However, earlier on the lecture podium Fang Ziye had endured it all; the current Fang Ziye had no excessive emotional fluctuations.

Fang Ziye found a seat, pulled open his backpack, notebook, and fountain pen: "Teachers, seniors, big brothers, this side can also queue for registration, here..."

Things that Nie Mingxian and Yan Zhiming can do, Fang Ziye also did not put on any superior airs; after finishing as a lecture guest, he also served as staff.

With this one call from Fang Ziye, a whole crowd gathered at once.

In the evening, at 10:20, the three of Fang Ziye's group only gradually finished registering those who wanted to practice the mangled extremity animal experiment model and those who needed the mangled extremity treatment principles and surgical technique basic theory.

Hands slightly sore.

After the registered people gradually left one after another, the Academic Report Hall gradually grew quiet.

Before it was a hubbub of voices, but now only Deng Yong, Yuan Weihong, and a whole group of others remained.

Others, such as the group of old professors and members from other brother hospitals, all left separately.

The organizer of this lecture was not Zhongnan Hospital; Fang Ziye of Zhongnan Hospital was invited as a speaker, so naturally he is not responsible for attendees' accommodation.

Yuan Weihong not leaving, Fang Ziye could understand, but Teacher Deng not leaving either was a bit unexpected to Fang Ziye.

Deng Yong held his mobile phone, sat sideways on a chair, tilted his head to look in Fang Ziye's direction, gaze calm.

Seeing this, Fang Ziye hurriedly clamped his notebook and fountain pen together and ran over: "Master, you haven't left yet?"

As Fang Ziye's figure approached, the curve of Deng Yong's mouth corners gradually bent upward—

"Registration finished?"

"Roughly how many people?" Deng Yong asked.

"My side has twenty-seven, including all kinds of basic information; the speed was still relatively slow." After finishing registration, Fang Ziye wrote the tallied data at the very bottom.

"The fellow trainee helping later, you arrange your own late-night snack; your master I won't arrange for you. You've already grown up."

"Mainly it's not early anymore; I need to go back and rest a bit." Deng Yong sat stretching lazily, face full of smiles, the flesh mole at his mouth corner nearly shaking loose.

"Master, do you have some good thing to share with me?" Seeing this, Fang Ziye stood properly before Deng Yong and asked.

"Mmm~~~~~"

"Mm! ~" After Deng Yong stretched lazily, changing several poses, and incidentally yawned several times.

His whole body then straightened: "Indeed there are three good things to share with you."

"As the saying goes, blessings don't come in pairs, misfortunes don't come singly."

"Adding the good thing you enjoyed today, that makes exactly five."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's eyeballs rolled around; he listened silently, not disturbing Deng Yong's mood.

"First, Professor Zheng Haidong, on the way to the airport, still very cautiously gave me a call, saying he wants to nominate you this year or next year to serve in the Chinese Medical Association's Trauma Surgery Branch."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately said: "Master? This Chinese Medical Association Trauma Surgery Branch, you haven't even applied to join, right?"

The Chinese Medical Association Trauma Surgery Branch, the people from Hubei Province who squeezed in are Duan Hong, Qi Qiaowen, and another old professor from Tongji Hospital.

Deng Yong is currently still applying.

The threshold for entry is quite high; most are professors from Magic Capital and Jingdu.

"You are currently entering as a Youth Committee Member. But youth identity is youth identity; this is a major boost for your future advancement."

Deng Yong finished speaking, pointed at Liu Haihua nearby, gesturing for him to wait at the doorway, and then lit a cigarette directly without any manners.

After the smoke began to curl, "Second, Professor Duan Hong proposed that after our Hubei Province's limb salvage surgery matures, we establish a Limb Salvage Medical Consortium, directly establishing one-to-one referral relationships."

"In this process, we can consider applying for a Limb Salvage Association; don't know if the application can succeed. Once it succeeds, limb salvage surgery could even evolve into a subspecialty in the future."

"Ziye, you and I both know that once the micro extracorporeal circulation device developed by Nie Mingxian in cooperation with us is successfully applied clinically, this will be an explosive event. Limb salvage independently developing into a subspecialty system is absolutely no joke."

"If this association is established, Yuan Weihong and you — one as Director Committee Member, one as Vice Chairman — you two can prepare yourselves psychologically."

Fang Ziye heard this and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Why do original work? This is exactly the meaning of why one must do original work!

Every epoch-making thing, originality is the most fundamental driving force.

Having his name attached to this thing, from now on Fang Ziye can walk freely nationwide, unrelated to any professional titles. This counts as the first step of a transcendent leap.

To speak of limb salvage surgery, one cannot bypass Fang Ziye or the name ziyefang.

"Master, this, would it be considering things too far ahead? What we need to develop in the near term is upper limb mangled extremity salvage surgery treatment and functional reconstruction surgery, and then there's limb replantation!" Fang Ziye asked.

"Far it certainly is a bit far, but also not as far as you imagine."

Deng Yong continued: "Let's set this topic aside for now; it's definitely of great benefit to you."

"The third matter can actually be split into two, but I've kneaded them together. Because they're both the hospital's arrangements."

"The hospital's Research Department wants to select an Outstanding Young Researcher; you've already been internally designated."

"Of course, this kind of internal designation isn't someone else designating you; it's your research achievements that have let you be pre-designated in advance."

"Moreover, the hospital hopes you can take on a certain post in the Youth Research Forum. Although this post is just a nominal title, it's also beneficial for you to lean toward administration later."

"As for the other matter, it's that the two Hand Surgery professors left, causing the current Hand Surgery development to reach a stagnation period."

"If we cannot absorb enough excellent Hand Surgery personnel to fill the gap, our hospital's Hand Surgery may not have any development for five years."

"Based on this, the hospital hopes you can consider appropriately, go lead a team in Hand Surgery for a while."

"Wrong specialty, crossing boundaries — good for a concurrent post, good for promotion!" Deng Yong gave a simple reminder.

"..."

Fang Ziye listened, eyes narrowing slightly, and understood Teacher Deng's meaning: "Master, your meaning is that our functional reconstruction and limb replantation, leave them to Hand Surgery."

"Our Trauma Surgery, then heads toward functional rehabilitation, or an even deeper level?"

If Deng Yong truly had such thoughts and courage, Fang Ziye felt Deng Yong's vision and breadth of mind were truly too vast.

After all, with this opportunity now, the hospital's Hand Surgery could even be infinitely compressed and nibbled away, finally forming a situation of big Trauma Surgery, small Hand Surgery.

Deng Yong willing to retreat bravely from a swift current, push Hand Surgery toward a peak that originally didn't belong to it?

"Our Orthopedics Department is one body externally!"

"Outsiders won't treat us as not one family just because they're Hand Surgery and we're Trauma Surgery."

"Look at Xiangya Second Hospital, isn't it one person insinuating a whole group?"

"I personally still think Liu Huanglong is more suited to develop toward higher levels in Hand Surgery, rather than come to our Trauma Surgery to do Hand Surgery functional reconstruction."

"The Microsurgery platform is enough for him to display his ambitions and talents." Deng Yong analyzed.

Fang Ziye slowly sat down beside Deng Yong, watching him stuff cigarette ash and cigarette butts into the mineral water bottle, and cautiously spoke: "Master, but we also don't know what Professor Liu's personal thoughts are, right?"

"No one is willing to easily give up their own specialty."

"Just like you, you also wouldn't easily give up Trauma Surgery and Orthopedics to develop in General Surgery; it's the same principle."

"Functional reconstruction surgery and limb replantation have a high enough upper limit; it's definitely enough for Liu Huanglong to develop."

"Liu Huanglong willing to come to Zhongnan Hospital, on one hand is because of you, on the other hand he was forced out by Zhongnan Hospital."

"He's definitely willing to return in defeat!"

"This is a matter of a knot in the heart." Deng Yong said.

"As for the last piece of good news, you got the Provincial Natural Science Award Second Prize, Technical Invention Third Prize."

"In the medical field, the same person simultaneously receiving double honors is already very rare in the medical field."

"This time, Natural Science Award 44 items, among them First Prize 9 items, Second Prize 14 items, Third Prize 21 items. Technical Invention Award Technical Invention Award 42 items, among them First Prize 11 items, Second Prize 16 items, Third Prize 15 items. Science and Technology Progress Award Science and Technology Progress Award 190 items, among them Special Prize 3 items, First Prize 35 items, Second Prize 75 items, Third Prize 77 items."

"Natural Science Award is not easy to get ah; only when you have a major breakthrough in basic research is it possible to be nominated!" Deng Yong said.

Fang Ziye laughed foolishly all at once.

Whether provincial Natural Science Award or national Natural Science Award, both are things with very high gold content.

Natural Science Award is one of the awards every researcher hopes to get; wanting to get it is very not easy.

Fang Ziye's those researches, those papers, did not immediately bring Fang Ziye glory and wealth, but this basic research thing is just like a bottle of aged wine.

It needs fermentation.

The hik2 pathway and subsequent pathways are one of the most basic research pathways in biochemistry; Fang Ziye able to push it into animal experiments, establish animal experiment models — such a basic breakthrough broke a past restriction.

It is both an invention and a discovery.

"Stop laughing, or drool will flow out."

"Go on, enjoy the good news; you should spend a bit, treat people to a meal. These fellow disciples have been busy for you this long; if you don't treat them, I'd have to smack you!" Deng Yong stretched out his hand, made a gesture.

Then he took the mineral water bottle 'urinated' by smoke, and left in big strides.

Fang Ziye jogged a few steps: "Master, you really not going?"

"Not going, old age, need to stay up late less; there'll be plenty of opportunities later."

"Don't drink alcohol~" Deng Yong tilted his head to add a parting line, then left.

Fang Ziye then carefully thought over the good news Deng Yong conveyed to him; Fang Ziye almost wanted to use a notebook to record them all in detail one by one.

However, what Teacher Deng said is correct.

Today's lecture, reputation he took himself, money he earned himself. The other fellow disciples, besides serving as staff, had no special benefits.

Therefore, treating guests to a meal still must be done.

Now the emergency surgery frontline shift was no longer under his charge; Fang Ziye only needed to arrive at the operating room after Wang Yuanqi made the call.

Afterward, Fang Ziye found Yuan Weihong, had Yuan Weihong call Shimu as well, and then, led by Yuan Weihong, brought a whole group of fellow disciples charging toward the Barbecue Stall in a grand procession.

They filled two full tables……

The final bill would certainly be four or five thousand at least, but compared to Fang Ziye's harvest and continuous happy events, this expense was fundamentally nothing……

As the protagonist, Fang Ziye's mouth corners were already curved to the point of nearly cramping, yet he still laughed happily.

At this moment, Fang Ziye finally understood, just a little, the happiness of Yuan Weihong and Teacher Deng from before.

(Chapter End)