Chapter 465

"We are honored to invite Dr. Fang Ziye from Surgery to serve as a lecturer for our hospital's Youth Research Forum. Everyone, welcome." Liang Quyuan posted an announcement in the group.

Then an incredible scene occurred.

Vascular Surgery Liu Faming: "Boss Fang, hello!"

Neurosurgery Hong Jiangchao: "Boss Fang, hello!"

Respiratory Medicine Zhu Xuanming: "Boss Fang, hello!"

Gastrointestinal Surgery Li Hongxing: "Boss Fang, hello!"

Thoracic Surgery Li Wenzhao: "Boss Fang, hello!"

Emergency Surgery Deng Zhi: "Boss Fang, hello!"

Hand Surgery Zhu Hui: "Boss Fang, hello!"

"..."

Seeing this scene, Liang Quyuan grinned and looked at Fang Ziye.

Of course, this included Xie Xiao as well.

Fang Ziye also looked at the two of them, and then discovered that many seniors from the surgical team as well as Chief Resident brothers were very enthusiastically lining up; in a short while, forty or fifty unread messages had piled up.

Such a formation, to tell the truth, Fang Ziye had rarely experienced before.

However, these acquaintances in the group, Fang Ziye was very familiar with all of them. He could even match their faces to their names.

"Boss Fang, looks like your sense of recognition in everyone's hearts is still very strong?" Liang Quyuan said with an embarrassed smile.

"Brother Liang, I'm a Chief Resident now too, so everyone gives me face!"

Fang Ziye explained slightly, not being particularly humble.

Among the Chief Resident ranks, Fang Ziye indeed knew quite a few connections, having actively and passively gotten to know many brothers and sisters.

Not to brag, but if Fang Ziye requests a consultation now, one phone call and many people will come.

Because when they call Fang Ziye for a consultation, as long as he has time, he basically never refuses.

Remote consultation reading films and such is also no problem.

Liang Quyuan saw the queue was still continuing, so the subsequent polite words didn't need to be introduced anymore.

Only after they went downstairs from the Administrative Building, seeing the queue frequency gradually decrease, did he say: "Can see Boss Fang's influence; then I won't waste more words introducing."

"Everyone is colleagues, just one big family; more communication and exchange in the future."

"If any colleagues have a Supervisor they really like and want to seek teaching from, you can submit an application in the group; we will arrange lecturers to discuss and exchange research-related issues with everyone as appropriate."

Liang Quyuan should be the person in charge of the Supervisor team currently, so after he said this, everyone's messages gradually calmed down into other 'crooked ways'.

Hand Surgery Zhu Hui: "I want to ask Boss Fang to bestow teaching on how to find a girlfriend, okay?"

There were no other superiors in the group; all were young physicians.

Sports Medicine Cao Runyuan: "@Hand Surgery Zhu Hui, Brother Hui, already screenshotted; you say how many meals until I don't send it to Sister-in-law?"

Soon people started queuing up hungry again: "Already screenshotted! @Hand Surgery Zhu Hui."

"Already screenshotted..."

Hand Surgery Zhu Hui: "Just kidding, everyone don't take it seriously; I'm asking for a friend."

Respiratory Medicine Jiang Xue: "Speaking of, such an excellent Boss Fang, has he already been won over by some sister? Is it someone in the group?"

Gastrointestinal Surgery Chen Hongxing: "Should be asking which sister won him over?"

"..."

Alright, the subsequent topic went crooked again under Surgery's participation.

Rumors in the group, the group owner bears responsibility.

The current group owner is Liang Quyuan.

Seeing the topic about to be led astray, Liang Quyuan said: "Boss Fang, why don't you chat a few lines in the group, press the topic down."

"You Surgery people, atmosphere too heavy."

Liang Quyuan spoke very subtly: you Surgery people are all too flirty/seductive. Look at the direction the topic is developing.

Fang Ziye said: "Brother Liang, wait a bit, I'll send a few lines to try; I still have to go to the Operating Room; our department's surgeries haven't finished yet."

"Brother Liang, Sister Xiao, see you next time."

"See you next time, bye-bye!" Xie Xiao seemed to have found her forte, waving her little hand at Fang Ziye.

She really looked like a young girl, even smaller-looking than Breast and Thyroid Surgery's Chen Guo.

Fang Ziye replied in the group: "Thanks to all brothers for the enthusiastic welcome, and thanks to all brothers for the all-out rumor-mongering. But talk is talk."

"Has our image gotten a bit ruined?"

Emergency Internal Medicine Chief Resident Guo Piaopiao: "Is it possible it was ruined long ago?"

Fang Ziye: "..."

That's no fun anymore.

Yellow mud falls into the crotch — can't explain clearly anymore; Fang Ziye simply couldn't be bothered to explain further.

This Youth Research Forum lecturer position is inevitably Fang Ziye's first step towards the whole hospital; looking again at the group messages and seeing they weren't too outrageous, Fang Ziye also accompanied them in chatting a few lines, then stepped into the Operating Room again.

The old gatekeeper at the Operating Room doorway all recognized Fang Ziye, smiling and usually preparing scrub suits and surgical mask and cap for Fang Ziye, while saying: "Boss Fang, you're back again? You're really busy all day."

"Uncle Liu, hello." Fang Ziye knew this old man.

Uncle Liu, photographic memory; the entire surgical team plus Anesthesiology Department and Operating Room nurses, except for intern doctors, he could remember them all; also a unique capability.

"Boss Fang, I have a relative also hospitalized in your department; will you be the one doing the surgery then? He's been vegetative for a long time; it was me who recommended Dr. Fang you to him." Uncle Liu said with a hearty laugh.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye was stunned for a moment: "Thanks for Uncle Liu's trust; it should be me doing the surgery."

"There will also be others helping."

"That's good, thanks Boss Fang then." Uncle Liu looked at Fang Ziye with a hearty laugh, with an indescribable taste.

Fang Ziye was wearing a pair of green shoe covers; after entering the changing room, he even rubbed his nose.

His mindset gradually approached stability.

Rising to fame is inevitable; moreover, as his surgeries improve and the team develops and matures, his name will no longer simply spread within the hospital.

By then, the whole province, even nationwide?

"The essence is still one's own strength; all respect actually has prerequisites." After Fang Ziye recognized this point, he returned to the operating room, waiting for everyone to step down, and for the bed-management doctor to push the patient to the ward.

Only then did Fang Ziye come to Yuan Weihong's side: "Master, today let's go out and find a private room to talk in detail. Before I came, I already asked Jie Han to temporarily pass the test from the animal lab in advance."

"Should we call Master's wife and Xiao Qi together?"

Within the small group, this time they would discuss the more penetrating relationship between the manual reduction technique and the new fracture classification they had done before.

Through model simulation, Lan Tianluo made the definition between the manual reduction technique and fracture classification even clearer and more precise.

Furthermore, Fang Ziye also revised some current manual reduction techniques and named them the "Lift Reduction Technique."

Fang Ziye did not name it with his own name and surname.

Because these reduction techniques were not summarized by Fang Ziye himself; they only underwent repair.

If one day more complete ancient texts appear, and they also record these reduction techniques, Fang Ziye would not be able to explain clearly.

Still that saying: Fang Ziye temporarily does not understand traditional medicine, so he should not force his way in that direction.

The manual reduction technique of traditional medicine can be used in clinical practice without being excessive, but do not think of claiming it as one's own; Fang Ziye does not lack this way to make a name.

However, perfecting the correspondence between fracture classification and manual reduction is very necessary.

"Your master's wife and Xiao Qi went back to her natal family."

"Ziye, have you forgotten there's still the concept of summer vacation?" Yuan Weihong asked with a laugh.

Fang Ziye gave an awkward laugh.

Summer vacation.

Right, it's August now; children and teachers both have summer vacation.

It's just that summer vacation has nothing to do with most people, so Fang Ziye didn't react for a moment; and even if he reacted, he wouldn't know Master's wife would take Xiao Qi back to her natal family?

Wu Xuanqi and Nie Mingxian, the two of them, very sensibly went off on their own to organize a "team building" activity.

The small sect's banquet — they shouldn't meddle.

……

Eating while discussing, and they even brought a projector without a screen; several people corrected some details of the article, and then the final draft could be confirmed.

However, besides that, Fang Ziye discovered that his two fellow trainees had also not been idle; they actually produced another basic research article and brought it out for everyone to revise together.

But this certainly wasn't content they wanted to revise on the spot; it was just sent to everyone to take home and revise.

After Lan Tianluo's task ended, Fang Ziye took out the theory and operation manuscripts he had revised before, saying: "Master, this is the theory draft shared with you based on Teacher Liu's suggestion."

"There are several places in it where I also couldn't express clearly in writing, so I want to take them out and explain separately; hope you don't mind."

"The specific locations of these places are respectively at the adductor tendon hiatus..."

After the teaching feast ended, what remained was the real feast.

Three people, six dishes; Yuan Weihong was truly generous.

But considering last year's year-end research reward dividend, Yuan Weihong took the super majority; this little expense is just a small case.

Yuan Weihong said while eating: "Jie Han, Tian Luo, you two temporarily don't think about early graduation and then doing standardized training after graduation; since you're already professional master's students, just honestly finish the standardized training."

"As for the PhD graduation issue, for you two it's completely not a problem."

Jie Han and Lan Tianluo both nodded.

"Master, no rush. We're not in a rush either."

"After graduation, there will be more fellow trainees; at that time the atmosphere might not be as good as now." Lan Tianluo alone spoke the hard truth.

A master's school: as the number of people increases, the atmosphere also becomes more scattered.

As a teacher, the people and problems Yuan Weihong needs to consider also increase; by then there will definitely be people who feel distribution is unfair and such.

Life — the most important thing is still to enjoy the present.

Yuan Weihong felt this topic was too heavy, so he opened another topic box: "Ziye, heard you were killing it in all directions in the group chat today?"

"Your connections — in just a few months you've cultivated this many?"

Fang Ziye thought to himself: Master Yuan Weihong's connections are truly extensive; he smiled: "Master, giving face is itself icing on the cake!"

"Everyone would be happy to join in; it doesn't count as real connections."

The connections Fang Ziye now recognizes are just these people in orthopedics. These are the people who, when Fang Ziye encounters problems, will truly consider and plan for him.

As for people in the group chat, ninety-nine percent would choose to watch the show.

When flowers bloom, crowds flock to flatter; when the wall falls, crowds push.

Yuan Weihong said: "But regardless, your appeal is truly stronger than even your master's."

"Tian Luo, this is relying on your own hard ability to break through."

"Not relying on eating meals and human relations."

"Real human relations lie in how much foundation you have, how much benefit you can bring others, whether you can solve problems for others — not empty talk!"

"Relationships built on empty talk are easiest to establish, and easiest to collapse. Only connections exchanged for by one's own strength are the most stable."

"If your senior brother didn't hold a certain degree of initiative in the hospital that almost no one else holds, your senior brother wouldn't have his current fame."

"Don't look at these people in the department now, faces calm. Actually, their gratitude toward your senior brother is all recorded in their hearts."

"Society's aging is becoming more and more severe; every family's elderly could have mobility issues."

"In families not lacking money, what they hope for most is health."

"Don't believe me? Let your senior brother post on Moments saying he's a bit depressed; absolutely within a few days his phone would be blown up with calls asking what's wrong."

Lan Tianluo and Jie Han first kept silent, then nodded.

Doctors are respected precisely because they can solve your health problems; when you truly become capable of solving others' health problems, your connections will expand of their own accord.

This is different from whether you can provide someone with hospitalization convenience.

Fang Ziye said upon hearing this: "Master, putting all of this entirely on me is actually unsuitable; everyone has contributed."

Yuan Weihong said: "You understand, I understand, but patients and family members don't understand it that way!"

"Anyone with eyes can see that as long as you, Fang Ziye, make the jump, bringing a few people along and working a bit harder yourself, you can perform the surgery well — and this, currently, cannot be done elsewhere."

"Even if, in the future, mangled extremity and functional reconstruction surgeries spread widely, the one others trust most will still be you, Fang Ziye; you will forever be the label of this surgical technique."

"This point has already been settled, both among industry insiders and outsiders."

"Once you have created such a surgical technique, the person who understands you, Fang Ziye, best is no longer you yourself, Fang Ziye."

"Understand?" Yuan Weihong continued explaining these principles to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye didn't know these principles because he hadn't grown up into them yet.

"..."

After leaving the private room, Yuan Weihong comforted him again: "Ziye, don't put too much pressure on yourself either. You must be clear: your reputation wasn't swindled; it was earned through your own skill."

"You don't need to deliberately do anything; just do well by yourself."

"For instance, in August, you can start performing upper limb mangled extremity and hand functional reconstruction surgeries. For lower limb mangled extremity and functional reconstruction, you just need to oversee the quality."

"For your sake, the hospital has increased our Trauma Surgery operating rooms to three. That is to say, our three groups can have surgery days every day."

"Patients can expand resources to solve the problem of insufficient resources, understand?" Yuan Weihong gave Fang Ziye a wake-up call.

Does Trauma Surgery lack operating rooms? Does the hospital lack resources?

If it's not enough, build it for me! Even secondary hospitals can allocate funds to build operating rooms; can't I establish operating rooms for your Zhongnan Hospital?

If they truly set their minds to it, expanding two basement-level operating rooms beneath your Orthopedics Building would have sufficient funds and teams.

"Master, we must strive to make good use of these resources!" Fang Ziye understood, but he was considering deeper-level issues.

Currently the operating rooms haven't been expanded yet; the newly obtained operating room was allocated from other departments. Although it wasn't built and requested by Trauma Surgery itself, since the benefit went to Trauma Surgery, you must bear the corresponding cause and effect.

Fang Ziye indeed felt the department needed operating rooms.

No other reason: more and more people in the department were becoming technically very close to mature.

Because of Wu Xuanqi's addition, the number of relatively mature doctors in the department has now increased to five.

Liu Huanglong, Wu Xuanqi, Nie Mingxian, Lan Tianluo, Yuan Weihong.

This is an extremely terrifying volume of data, okay?

However, they all still need tempering; they cannot be pulled out to practice alone.

They aren't Fang Ziye, for whom advancing from Level 4 to Level 5 takes but a single thought; they still need to be slowly honed.

Moreover, they are still climbing from Level 3 to Level 4 proficiency.

As long as one person reaches Level 4 proficiency, they can formally announce the establishment of an independent group.

"Rest assured, Ziye; we won't waste this good opportunity."

"On Jie Han's side, there are also many people studying seriously, including Wu Xuanqi, including Wu Xuanqi's senior brothers, including doctors from the Provincial People's Hospital and Peking Union Medical College Hospital."

"The entire Hubei Province's patient demand for functional reconstruction surgery — our four hospitals combined can't handle it all; we might not finish it even in decades!"

"The permissions the hospital has opened to us have now been upgraded from the hospital's second echelon to the first echelon."

"Operating room expansion, animal laboratory expansion, proposed establishment of a dedicated basic laboratory — all of this is related to everyone's efforts, but your contribution, Fang Ziye, cannot be ignored."

"It's just that temporarily it seems we don't know what benefit to give you." Yuan Weihong touched his Mediterranean.

"Money has been pushed to the extreme, even higher than a senior attending physician; your promotion timeline has been compressed to the extreme; as soon as the time comes, you will definitely be promoted in the first echelon, and no one can stop you."

"It's just that some national policies and provincial policies cannot open the door of convenience for you any further. Medicine is a rigorous discipline; your experience cannot be imitated, so it's not good to set a precedent."

"Also, regarding your search for a research assistant — any progress?" Yuan Weihong asked.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Master, there have been applicants, but I all feel they're not quite suitable."

"I plan to hire one first, keep one in reserve for future needs, but this first hire is either someone who knows nothing and can't do anything, or someone stuffed in here for gilding — meaningless."

Does Fang Ziye need a person who knows nothing and can't do things just to take money?

Even less does he need someone with a bit of ability to come here for gilding, use it as a springboard, then slip away after muddling through for a while, forcing Fang Ziye to search for another assistant again.

On the way back, Fang Ziye received many invitations to meals and drinking gatherings.

Most were from acquaintances, but also from strangers whose names he had never even heard. There were even bold girls who added Fang Ziye's WeChat, saying they wanted to get to know him.

For this kind of "want to get to know you," Fang Ziye rejected them all.

For those wanting to exchange insights, Fang Ziye agreed to all of them, and noted them down properly. Because those who can say this surely have genuine intent to exchange.

And after adding as friends, those wanting to pull connections — Fang Ziye ignored them all.

Joke; with Trauma Surgery's current situation, how could Fang Ziye still go through backdoor connections? There's no such necessity. Fang Ziye's backdoors and connections will only be reserved for his very, very closest people.

If they have a need, even if Fang Ziye's future is ruined and he stops being a Trauma Surgery doctor at Zhongnan Hospital, he would still go!

Others?

Fang Ziye cannot do that.

In the evening, Fang Ziye held Luo Tingzhu as they sat on the bed together, sorting through Fang Ziye's messages.

Luo Tingzhu spoke like playing whack-a-mole: "I know this one, I know this one too, this person has a bit of ulterior motives — I added him before, but he kept inviting me to eat, so I ignored him."

"But his capability and strength are still not bad."

"He should be from Urology, currently already at attending physician level, right?"

"And this one..."

Fang Ziye said upon hearing this: "Tingzhu, did you have a lot of people adding you as friends before?"

Luo Tingzhu nodded: "Mm!"

"Many of them just want to chat idly; if they don't talk shop, I just give them the cold shoulder."

"Of course, there are also some Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters who genuinely want to cooperate with me; we've done some research projects together, and at the time I was helping them with the work, accumulating some experience, so later I could do it on my own."

"Senior Brother, is this Senior Sister Xie Xiao?" Luo Tingzhu suddenly noticed an avatar, sat up, and tilted her head.

"Right, Xie Xiao from Rheumatology and Immunology, now also a lecturer at the Youth Research Forum — that is, the god-like figure Senior Sister you told me about before." Fang Ziye said.

"Senior Sister Xie is so high cold; I added her on WeChat several times before, and she never paid me any attention." Luo Tingzhu said with a touch of disappointment.

But one could hear that Luo Tingzhu held no resentment toward Xie Xiao, merely felt it was a great pity.

"Senior Sister Xie Xiao is indeed rather introverted."

"She doesn't say much these days either……"

Fang Ziye spoke up to here, then suddenly thought: "Tingzhu, is Professor Xu Long not coming to our hospital anymore starting next month?"

From May to July, a full three months' time; afterward, Professor Xu Long the old professor could suddenly no longer be seen in the operating room, and Fang Ziye still felt a bit of regret.

Professor Xu Long coming to Zhongnan was actually a "farce" directed by Fang Ziye himself, but it was also a very unique experience.

"Mm. Professor Xu's technique has already surpassed mine; his basic accumulation is solid, and he originally researched this field. He can already go back and conduct anesthesia independently, so naturally he doesn't need to come to our hospital anymore."

"Professor Xu said he's very grateful to you." Luo Tingzhu helped relay the message.

"I have to thank him too." Fang Ziye said.

Xu Long taught Fang Ziye two characters: candor.

(Chapter End)