Chapter 466: Fang Ziye from the Bottom (Seeking Subscription)

The arts and principles passed down between master and disciple are mostly transmitted orally, and also through words and deeds.

Words and deeds are not limited to between master and disciple; Fang Ziye caused a major farce in Sha City in May.

However, Professor Xu Long's choice made Fang Ziye feel the bearing a pure professor ought to have.

Seek truth from facts, strive for perfection.

Professor Xu Long was naturally going to leave; he had his own huge pile of affairs. At his level, wanting to wholeheartedly pursue learning again was already impossible.

Luo Tingzhu just smiled and brushed past the current topic, then said: "Senior Brother, will the department start taking on standardized treatment of 'upper limb' mangled extremity patients in August?"

Upper limb mangled extremity treatment is more difficult than lower limb; the hand's functional position is one of the most complex organs in the whole body.

In the process of handling mangled extremity disease types, one must consider clearly these issues: which functions must be preserved, and even if it takes effort, must be preserved as much as possible.

"My teacher and I, as well as Professor Liu, all consider it this way. Now, those in the department who can take on mangled extremity surgery are my Master Yuan Lao, Tian Luo, Nie Mingxian, and Professor Liu Huanglong."

"Those who can take on functional reconstruction surgery are Professor Liu and Wu Xuanqi." Fang Ziye replied very cautiously.

Luo Tingzhu straightened up, pulling herself out of Fang Ziye's embrace: "Senior Brother Wu Xuanqi? Didn't he just arrive in the group? How can he start doing functional reconstruction surgery already?"

Wu Xuanqi only arrived at the department near August; it's only been a few days?

"Senior Brother Wu's own hand surgery basic skills are very strong; this is his self-brought capability, just like Professor Liu. Only after Professor Liu came to the department did we dare to start performing functional reconstruction surgery on mangled extremity postoperative patients."

"The richer the preoperative accumulation, the easier the transition. But if one has formed deep-rooted concepts and operational habits, correcting them is not easy either."

"Otherwise, Teacher Deng would definitely be the first person able to get started on mangled extremity." Fang Ziye analyzed the progression speed rather objectively, then added:

"But my own thought is still to push forward the treatment of upper limb mangled extremity and the standardized treatment process of mangled extremity in parallel."

Luo Tingzhu slightly narrowed her eyes: "Senior Brother, what is the promotion of the standardized treatment process?"

Isn't Fang Ziye already doing the promotion of mangled extremity treatment now?

The animal laboratory built a mangled extremity rabbit model, providing it for other trauma surgery colleagues in the province to practice, unconditionally sending the corresponding theory directly.

Running training classes, clinical teaching — doesn't this count as standardized process promotion?

Fang Ziye explained: "Last time's lecture, I found many prefecture-level city hospital colleagues also want to engage with mangled extremity, but either due to foundation reasons or due to reasons requiring certain learning ability."

"Now the basic threshold for mangled extremity surgical treatment is very high, to the point that it rejects a portion of people outside."

"Any surgical technique, if it cannot be promoted, then its meaning is limited; and if it cannot be promoted on a larger scale, then its meaning is relatively limited."

"So, I want to see if I can probe out a set of processes where an ordinary chief physician can standardize the treatment of 'mangled extremity'."

"The quality of this treatment process doesn't need to be that good; it only needs to avoid amputation, ensure the limb survives, and have some function postoperatively."

"Better than nothing!"

"This must be based on the level of prefecture-level city hospital chiefs, to simplify the current mangled extremity treatment process."

"With not-so-good basic skills, they can still barely complete the difficult problem of restoring blood flow and limb survival."

Fang Ziye's tone was flat and calm, without any earth-shattering speech, but to Luo Tingzhu's ears, it also felt like there was a sense of hot-blooded passion.

However, Luo Tingzhu wouldn't just hear the surface: "Senior Brother, this is the stuff Professor Liu taught you before, right?"

Professor Liu Huanglong analyzed the characteristics of Yuan Weihong and others respectively in front of Fang Ziye, gave a summary, and pointed out a more optimized teaching routine for Fang Ziye.

This was Professor Liu Huanglong chewing things up and feeding them to Fang Ziye.

However, Fang Ziye's learning ability was slightly decent, so he saw the things behind it; sometimes, teaching modes cannot be one-size-fits-all, but must be tailored to the individual.

"About right!"

"Everyone is originally themselves; being unable to integrate into a team or some new trend is not because their capability absolutely fails, but because their perception of the 'new trend' differs."

"By the time they react, such a new trend has already passed. If information can be provided to them in a different way, many people can keep close pace with the times." Fang Ziye spoke to here.

Then said: "Actually I still have a bit of small greed, but this greed has nothing to do with money, only with my own heart's small pride."

"Tingzhu, I am a person from a small town in Enshi, but I am also an Enzhou person; that place is my hometown."

"After I went out to study, I went back there; most people there are just as simple as my parents and relatives; they deserve better things."

"Although I myself cannot go back to build my hometown, I want through other ways to make my hometown's medical conditions a bit better."

"Simply giving people or giving technology may not work, but I can give them a set of solutions."

People all have their own desires and needs deep in their hearts.

The simplest is of course food and such...

Even simpler is money; Fang Ziye previously didn't have much money, was poor, poor enough that a big chunk of Biao Hua Biao's credit limit was used up.

Later Fang Ziye still thought about going to competitions to win money to fill the gap; at such a time, anyone discussing building the hometown with Fang Ziye would be pure nonsense.

My children's school tuition still hasn't been secured, you tell me the neighbor's kid got cancer, ask me to give ten thousand yuan.

No one can be that selfless, because your own children are your own flesh and blood, other people's kids are just one of many ordinary kids you encounter in this world.

This is just an analogy; Fang Ziye is thinking of doing something for his hometown within his ability.

Thinking back and forth, Fang Ziye seemingly could only make Enshi Hospital the first stop of 'broad-spectrum' mangled extremity treatment, letting Enshi's mangled extremity patients benefit.

Additionally, also lay a foundation for Enshi's hospital.

Anyone with eyes can see with their ass that functional reconstruction surgery will have a huge market and energy.

Enshi doesn't need to become the first batch of prefecture-level cities nationwide capable of functional reconstruction surgery; it only needs to be able to do functional reconstruction surgery the fastest.

Then it can hook up with Enshi Sanatorium, bringing more benefits to Enshi...

Fang Ziye's hometown is naturally the most essential hometown, but the infrastructure there is too weak; it's not that Fang Ziye doesn't want to build there, but there are simply no buildable resources.

You go do functional reconstruction surgery in the town hospital — isn't that a 'major project' like filling the Pacific to expand territory?

"Self-actualization?"

Luo Tingzhu has studied psychology; medical psychology is also a branch of psychology.

But quickly, Luo Tingzhu negated her own guess: "Being respected and self-actualization, both."

Fang Ziye doesn't deny it either: "Fame is incidental; I don't do it for that, but if it comes, I'll be happy too."

"I don't fish for fame and praise either! ~"

Luo Tingzhu shook her head and said, "Senior Brother, you really don't need to fish for fame and reputation..."

August 1st, Wednesday.

There was almost no major change in the department's medical staff, but the change in nursing staff was relatively large.

Liu Suning participated in the handover as normal, but beside her, Head Nurse Cao Fang from Joint Surgery was already standing by, and Nursing Department personnel even came personally to deliver the staff.

Besides Liu Suning needing to leave, among the other nurses, except for one nurse named Xue Yaping who would not be transferred away, the remaining six nurses were all uniformly transferred out by the Nursing Department.

The current Trauma Surgery/Functional Reconstruction Department is one of the most important departments and clinical projects in the hospital; the Hospital Director's Office is directly responsible for it, and the Nursing Department and all other departments must allocate resources with a tilt toward it without violating principles.

Let alone changing the Head Nurse and a few nurses, even hiring a batch of nurses from outside hospitals at high salaries would be fine.

Although the saying goes "three parts treatment, seven parts nursing," the people executing the seven parts nursing are too replaceable; if the three parts treatment possess irreplaceability, this saying must be re-understood.

Liu Huanglong had no particular friendship with these nurses, so watching them leave, he felt no fluctuation whatsoever.

As a Ward Director, making reasonable requests to the Nursing Department falls within the scope of authority.

Under normal circumstances, if the Ward Director and Head Nurse don't get along, either they operate independently, or the Head Nurse gets transferred to another position.

Only those who are exceptionally strong and have connections reaching the heavens could possibly send the Department Director packing.

After the Nursing Department leaders blabbered on and on, Liu Huanglong, as the department leader, expressed warm welcome to the newly arrived Head Nurse Cao Fang, Nurse Han Zhenli, and others, and after applauding, watched the Nursing Department people take the other batch of people away.

They looked back at the Doctor's Office with some reluctance, but could only leave.

Liu Huanglong and the hospital's principle is just one: those suspected are not used.

If you played tricks, I'm unwilling to believe you, regardless of whether you're a follower or the mastermind.

After the handover ended, Fang Ziye did not follow Chen Fang, Liu Huanglong, and the others to the handover at the first time, but instead once again emphasized to the bed-managing doctors besides Chen Fang's Associate Professor group.

"Bed-managing doctors must do their proper duties well; if you have time conflicts, you must hand over your tasks completely. And request leave from me, and I will arrange who takes over your beds."

"If you swap shifts privately, and the handover is incomplete, then don't blame me for finding you some excitement."

"I'm not unreasonable, not letting you take leave, nor not solving problems for you."

Fang Ziye upheld the philosophy of hitting with a stick then giving a sweet date, and added: "Of course, in our department there are many benefits to managing beds; managing more beds means more operation opportunities, this is obvious."

"The relatively diligent ones, the follow-up residents of each group will keep in mind; at that time I will appropriately arrange some emergency surgeries for you to practice on."

"Those wanting to do research, needing full detachment, tell me in advance, and I will definitely approve your leave."

"If there are unexpected situations, send me a message; your Industry Brother writing a few beds' worth of medical records is no problem."

"But leaving without notice, not handing over your post — this is your disrespect toward me, you're digging a pit for me."

Fang Ziye spoke to here, then said: "Hmm, this month there are many new faces, quite a few first-year Master's and new standardized training students."

"I've already arranged your shadowing targets in advance; this month you'll first shadow to familiarize with the department's various rules and regulations."

"Then based on your learning situation, your Senior Brothers will appropriately grant you bed-management authority. If there are any questions, you can directly contact me one-on-one, and I can also have your Senior Brothers grant you authority."

"Gong Luoyuan, you shadow Lan Tianluo; Zhou Xiaoshan, you shadow Senior Brother Liu Haihua." Fang Ziye made the arrangements.

The new batch of Master's students have finally reported for duty; previously Gong Luoyuan was always just loafing around in the department, now he finally has the identity of a standardized training student.

The other one, Zhou Xiaoshan, is Qin Geluo's Professional Master's student; Fang Ziye had only met him once, impression not deep.

Fang Ziye continued instructing: "Shu Lang, Qiao Fei, you two are both follow-up residents."

"Like this, I'll first arrange Qiao Fei to go shadow Trauma Center's Chief Resident Big Brother Wang Yuanqi; you follow him to familiarize for a period first."

"Shu Lang takes over Li Yuanpei's medical records and medical order review tasks; must ensure meticulous review! ~" Fang Ziye arranged.

Qiao Fei is also Teacher Deng's student, but he is not promoted from within this hospital; he is a Master's from Xiangya Hospital, cast a wide net applying for PhD, and got admitted in.

Shu Lang is Fang Ziye's Fellow Trainee; currently he and Fang Ziye still live in the same community; Shu Lang was purely lifted up by the Research Group.

Previously Teacher Deng said, Shu Lang you can't read for a PhD, not excellent enough. But Shu Lang because of following the Research Group diligently doing things.

Finally at assessment time discovered, eh, how does Shu Lang have so much stuff? After pressing everyone else down, Shu Lang just smoothly and naturally continued passing the PhD Application Assessment System.

"Okay, Senior Brother Fang, I will work hard to do well the work you arranged." Shu Lang first time on duty, reply content and tone both especially formal.

"Any problems report at first time, Shu Lang, don't save on phone bills."

"Although we are Fellow Disciples, some words must also be said upfront. Too tired, regardless of who, must say in advance, tell me, I'll think of solutions for you."

Finished speaking, Fang Ziye looked at Li Yuanpei: "Brother Pei, hard work, after Shu Lang takes over your medical records and medical order review, you can rest a bit."

Li Yuanpei laughed casually: "Industry Brother, if arguing tired, who in the department is as tired as you?"

"Managing subordinates' matters, doing superiors' work, the spread-out Fellow Disciples you also have to handle..."

Fang Ziye indeed felt he managed quite a lot, but with many people helping, it wasn't to the point of feet not touching ground; at least evening rest could be somewhat guaranteed.

After explaining thus, Fang Ziye also went to Associate Professor Peng Long's group and explained a round, finally patted Li Yuanpei's shoulder, and temporarily went to the Ward General Rest Room first.

Today's Fang Ziye had no special surgery arrangements.

Because Liu Huanglong, with Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi joining, wanted to try a Functional Reconstruction surgery "independently," letting Fang Ziye stand by at any time.

Also because it's early August, Fang Ziye certainly has many things to arrange, also counts as giving Fang Ziye a little time off to handle the department's miscellaneous tasks.

"Brother Pei, managing the lab's Academic Master's and Academic PhDs difficult or not?" Fang Ziye asked directly.

He feared Li Yuanpei would feel things too messy, so wanted to ask if there were places needing help.

This year, Deng Yong had a bumper harvest, three PhDs in one academic year.

Took in one especially fierce research Academic PhD, only starting school in September, now only heard the name, not seen the person.

"Alright, Senior Brother Dong delayed graduation in the lab, still able to hold things down."

"Also Industry Brother, don't spread rumors, I don't dare manage Senior Brothers, I'm just the Senior Brothers' Small Assistant helping out, a minion specializing in odd jobs." Li Yuanpei's positioning of himself is very clear.

He indeed has limited talent in specialty and research; of course he can learn normally, research normally, but wanting to stand out is very difficult.

"Yuanpei, next paper, hang a First Author for you; you go learn data handling from Lan Tianluo; at minimum all things, you must be very familiar to work." Fang Ziye said.

Li Yuanpei hurriedly waved hands: "Industry Brother, that's not what I meant."

"I also didn't say you had this meaning; I'm still asking you to help me a favor, you might need to use your connections to find me some such people..."

After Fang Ziye explained his thoughts, Li Yuanpei was slightly surprised.

"Brother Pei, why are you looking for so many people? People like that aren't too easy to find; you might have to go to outside departments to find them."

Fang Ziye deliberately wanted to find people with mediocre qualifications, then give them money to let them come to the animal lab to learn the standardized surgical protocols for mangled extremity treatment.

"Help me round some up. Outside departments are fine; I'll see if we can connect them with department directors in prefecture-level city hospitals when the time comes."

"After they leave here, they can go directly work in hospitals; anyway, their education is at least Master's level." Fang Ziye said.

Hearing this, Li Yuanpei looked Fang Ziye up and down, and his gaze began to grow complex.

Arranging jobs for graduate students — that's the privilege of big shots. Fang Ziye, what gives you the right?

However, this was Li Yuanpei's first internal reaction.

With his current face, Fang Ziye placing one or two people into a prefecture-level city hospital — with suitable education and operational capability — definitely wouldn't be a problem.

"Brother Pei, thanks for the trouble!" Fang Ziye cupped his hands and smiled, hoping Li Yuanpei would help him.

The sub-project on mangled extremity clinical research and teaching-related issues would definitely need people to do experiments.

This belongs to a semi-educational project; it's not purely a simple clinical project.

"Brother Pei, don't blame me for speaking out of turn, but you'd better discuss this with Master first. The matter of placing people into prefecture-level city hospitals has a rather broad impact."

"Don't decide rashly on your own." Li Yuanpei narrowed his eyes and gave a reminder.

Fang Ziye pondered deeply.

Listen to advice and you'll eat your fill; he couldn't go do something stupid on a hot-headed impulse either.

He nodded: "Alright, Brother Pei. I have no surgery today, so I'll go report to Master right now."

Today was Deng Yong's surgery day; he was definitely in the operating room. Fang Ziye would just go to the operating room early to find Deng Yong and discuss it.

This matter temporarily couldn't be discussed with Yuan Weihong, because it touched on Yuan Weihong's knowledge blind spot. Where had Yuan Weihong ever placed people? He had no experience placing people either.

……

Deng Yong was indeed in the operating room, and in the operating room's 'Happy Room', idly chatting with a department director big shot whom Fang Ziye didn't recognize.

After Fang Ziye appeared, that big shot's gaze locked onto Fang Ziye and wouldn't let go; of course, after concentrating for several dozen seconds it released, and he left first.

"Professor Deng, your beloved disciple has come. I won't disturb your two-person world." The middle-aged man tidied his cap while pushing the door out.

"Director He, take care. Chat again next time." Deng Yong's whole person bloomed with smiles, including his palms.

Then he looked at Fang Ziye with a beaming smile.

Fang Ziye then stated his intentions exactly as they were.

Deng Yong's smile gradually stiffened, then he lit a cigarette and took two deep drags.

"Is this your own idea, or did someone instigate you to think this way?" Deng Yong's first sentence wasn't about whether this could work, but asking Fang Ziye's motive.

To tell the truth, laying down this treatment 'foundation' for mangled extremity isn't Fang Ziye's job to operate at all; this should be the Health Commission and various teaching hospitals exploring.

Poor and cultivate oneself; achieve and help all.

Fang Ziye developing this technology already counts as helping all; still wanting to handle teaching and promotion — isn't that tiring?

Fang Ziye said: "Master, this is something I want to do myself. I think the time wasted won't be too long, so I thought if Li Yuanpei can find these people, I can first conduct a wave of semi-teaching clinical project experiments."

"One is to sound things out, objectively verify what level of basic skills can attempt to start contacting mangled extremity treatment."

"On the other hand, I also want to verify what level can meet the floor and median line of mangled extremity treatment for ordinary people."

With a train of thought, Fang Ziye also had a rough prototype.

Having done so many projects, Fang Ziye now wielded most academic terminology at his fingertips.

This is what Fang Ziye wants to do, but Deng Yong still didn't understand: "Ziye, you won't go into administration in the future either. Why go meddle in technology promotion?"

"You don't need these things?"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye said: "Master, I actually don't have a why. If there truly must be a reason, it's that I myself come from a small place."

"I just think, the surgeries I developed myself — families with origins like mine — can have a place to go get them done, and can afford them too."

Fang Ziye's tone was calm, his gaze pure.

Naturally, Fang Ziye also had another tiny selfish thought: if such technology can be broadly carried out, then in the future, Fang Ziye's knowledge points benefiting will surely reach the level of daily income over 5000, or even higher.

Deng Yong then thought carefully and said cautiously: "Thinking like this, you might as well go think of a way to expand the animal lab's scale, and tally the final levels of more practice personnel."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately laughed: "Master, you're right. But that needs you to pull strings..."

Hearing this, Deng Yong's face and eyes stiffened, as if he'd heard a pot calling the kettle black!

He raised both hands to strike!

(Chapter End)