Chapter 467: Receiving the Award and Outstanding Graduate (Seeking Subscription)

People in different positions do different things.

Fang Ziye could of course also promote or persuade the other seniors in the animal lab himself, but it would definitely take more time.

The same matter, the same result — if Teacher Deng Yong steps in, with his face, it's just a few words or a few phone calls.

Fang Ziye can then comfortably put his time into other things, saving time and energy costs.

The current Fang Ziye has no need to cultivate relationships with peers and seniors in the animal lab to highlight his talent.

Deng Yong pretended to brush it off, but after carefully considering Fang Ziye's suggestion, he still nodded: "Alright, this matter, I'll help you handle it."

"Thank you, Master." Fang Ziye smiled happily.

Deng Yong treats his students well; it's not targeted at Li Yuanpei, and he wouldn't mind one more Fang Ziye.

In Fang Ziye's view, palm and back of the hand are both flesh; perhaps Deng Yong isn't perfect toward him, but in most situations, Deng Yong reserves the best resources for him.

It's just that compared with Yuan Weihong, Fang Ziye has more identification with Yuan Weihong.

"In a couple days it'll be time for the Provincial Science and Technology Department's award ceremony; you have to go, right?" Deng Yong opened another topic.

Being able to win a provincial-level award is a very favorable thing for Orthopedics. It's also the result of the team's long struggle.

"Master, are you going too? I'll just follow along with you then." Fang Ziye asked.

The previous projects were basically all under teams headed by Deng Yong, so although the core of both awards this time is because of Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye only hung one principal name; the lead name on the other award is still Deng Yong.

"Going is definitely going; the provincial Natural Science Award involves all walks of life, our medicine's quota is already small, this time Orthopedics has only three nominations, and our Zhongnan Hospital uniquely occupies two."

"Then can I not go?" Deng Yong laughed, the flesh mole at the corner of his mouth trembling lightly.

At such a happy moment, how could Deng Yong not go to the scene to experience it?

A provincial award naturally doesn't sound as impressive as a national one, but this time in Orthopedics, the other nomination is Peking Union Medical College Hospital's Hand Surgery.

Equivalent to Tongji Hospital's General Orthopedics missing out on the award; such an achievement, even Department Director Du attaches great importance to it.

If Director Du had also been listed, he would also be willing to attend in person to witness. It's just he didn't have that opportunity.

Next, Deng Yong asked again about the general situation of Trauma Surgery.

Hearing Fang Ziye say the current Trauma Surgery is operating relatively stably, Deng Yong's expression was complex and conflicted, joy and disappointment coexisting.

Trauma Surgery left him, Deng Yong, yet still operates — it makes him happy, but also a bit disappointed, because this point fully proves that he, Deng Yong, is also not a completely irreplaceable role.

Irreplaceability is the ultimate embodiment of a person's function.

After parting with Deng Yong from the Hand Surgery office, Fang Ziye went straight down to the operating room.

Although today's surgery supposedly doesn't require Fang Ziye to scrub in, Fang Ziye still has to go down and see the specific situation, ready to scrub in at any time.

Arriving at the OR, watching Liu Huanglong, Nie Mingxian, Wu Xuanqi, and Chen Fang's four-person coordination — tacit, progressing by the book — Fang Ziye could only sit under the timing panel playing on his phone.

Occasionally standing to take a look, making a round of the operating table, then sitting back down to play on his phone, reading some brief public-account research consultations or cutting-edge research progress.

At this moment, Fang Ziye finally understood Teacher Deng Yong's previous feeling — that ant-crawling sensation of clearly being able to do the surgery well, yet unable to "scrub in."

Fang Ziye felt his hands itch, really wanting to scrub in.

But others' growth needs surgical practice, so Fang Ziye can only yield to them, even gradually withdraw from the role of such simple small surgeries in the future.

Upper limb mangled extremity disease types still aren't routinely contacted; the department's relatively complex functional reconstruction surgeries have also gradually become routine surgeries, taken over by Professor Liu Huanglong and others.

Fang Ziye became a "little idle person."

Sudden relaxation after a long period of fulfilling busyness instead gives Fang Ziye a sense of not knowing what to do with himself.

Of course, watching Professor Liu Huanglong and the others' surgical quality get higher and higher, the current level is already comparable to the first functional reconstruction surgery Fang Ziye operated in May.

Fang Ziye also feels he needs to slowly let down his raised heart.

The department having more and more mature physicians is a good thing.

……

At noon lunch break, it was Liu Huanglong and Vice Professor Chen Fang who stepped down first.

Professor Zeng Quanming also didn't give Luo Tingzhu "special treatment" again, so Luo Tingzhu had to wait until the teachers finished eating before going downstairs to dine.

Fang Ziye sat around with Liu Huanglong and Chen Fang, the three of them.

Liu Huanglong said: "Professor Chen, your operative technique is also becoming increasingly sharp; I expect before long you'll be able to normally carry out surgeries."

Hearing this, Chen Fang hurriedly shook her head: "Professor Liu, my skill is still far from enough!"

"After a month of learning, I feel I've only just barely touched the threshold. I still need Professor Liu and Ziye's plenty of feeding."

Although Chen Fang's aptitude isn't as good as Yuan Weihong's, Vice Professor Chen Fang's accumulation isn't weak; Chen Fang now in mangled extremity related operations is close to Level 2 proficiency.

At this rate of progress, it's estimated by year-end Vice Professor Chen Fang will be able to independently carry out routine treatment of mangled extremity related surgeries.

It's just in parallel learning of functional reconstruction surgery, Vice Professor Chen Fang's suturing technique basic skills limit his progress upper limit.

The previous Trauma Surgery didn't particularly emphasize suturing technique basic skills, so functional reconstruction surgery is currently still Hand Surgery doctors' main battlefield, unless aptitudes like Luo Tingzhu and Lan Tianluo intervene, only then might the surgical learning process be reversed.

"Learn slowly, no rush."

"Actually I'm panicking now too; Ziye in the OR and not in the OR are two completely different states." Liu Huanglong looked at Fang Ziye, gaze slightly lowered, as if with a feeling of paying respects to a revered teacher.

A person whose presence or absence affects your performance is someone who can backstop you.

With a backstop person there, your guts can be bigger; the less psychological burden, knowing even if there are errors they can be corrected.

Equivalent to greatly raising your error tolerance.

People who can generally serve as such roles are mostly one's own teachers or seniors.

Fang Ziye's age is nine years younger than him.

Fang Ziye just smiled: "Teacher Liu, that's because your demands on yourself are too high. Actually your operative level, half a month ago you could already independently carry out surgeries."

"Can independently carry out and can proficiently carry out are still two different levels!"

"Today's young people are each more fierce than the last."

"Makes us seem like pure fools." Liu Huanglong self-deprecatingly complained in a grumbling tone.

Chen Fang raised her head and glanced at Liu Huanglong, then lowered it and kept eating.

You're a professor plus a Distinguished Youth, the province's top expert in neurological treatment, and you call yourself a dumbass — why the hell would I play along?

Still, Chen Fang could understand Liu Huanglong.

Look at the kind of people surrounding him: Nie Mingxian's cross-disciplinary strike, Wu Xuanqi the huge talent running Trauma Surgery and Hand Surgery in parallel, and then there's Ziye, a freak who falls outside the five elements.

Chen Fang's inner pride had long been eroded away; Liu Huanglong could hold out a while longer — his foundation was simply deeper.

Fang Ziye didn't reply either, just started eating hard.

Fortunately Liu Huanglong didn't pursue the topic, but said instead: "Ziye, next year someone might squeeze out our hospital's in-house doctoral recruitment quotas and doctoral slots."

"You won't interfere in this, will you?"

Hearing this, both Fang Ziye and Chen Fang jerked their heads up and looked at Liu Huanglong, their eyes tinged with puzzlement.

Liu Huanglong continued: "My previous master's and doctoral students are all graduating soon; when the time comes, it's each by their own ability — I won't show up at the interview site."

"But favoritism by others inside the hospital won't fly." Liu Huanglong's attitude was utterly uncompromising.

Chen Fang immediately said: "Professor Liu, that's a given — our hospital recruits students and in-house physicians strictly on merit."

Liu Huanglong was the one who left Zhongnan Hospital; now that he's returned in power, who would dare pull shenanigans right in front of him — want him to blow his top?

Moreover, Liu Huanglong's student pool is superior to Han City University's.

Huazhong University of Science and Technology's Peking Union Medical College Hospital draws top-tier quality students province-wide and even nationwide; the caliber of those students certainly won't be low.

The recruitment quotas have nothing to do with Chen Fang — he can only safeguard his own hospital's and department's reputation.

Fang Ziye's heart gave a jolt at those words: Teacher Deng's academic PhD student Dong Wenqiang had delayed graduation by a year because of him.

He'd originally planned to stay at the hospital, but next year he'll go head-to-head with Liu Huanglong's students — Fang Ziye feels anxious for him.

It's not that every single PhD from Peking Union Medical College Hospital beats every single PhD from Zhongnan Hospital, but on average they hold a certain edge.

Liu Huanglong's team is a big team that lacks neither money nor clinical practice resources; under such resource feeding, even with identical aptitude, accumulation will create a gap.

If Dong Wenqiang gets squeezed out of a retention slot then, what will he do?

Fang Ziye can't control it either — the graduating PhDs across the whole Orthopedics Department total ten-odd people, but retention slots are only one or two a year; who gets in and who doesn't is all down to merit.

Fang Ziye smiled and said: "Teacher Liu, I don't handle personnel — what could I interfere with?"

Whether Liu Huanglong's question was casual or had deeper meaning, Fang Ziye didn't dare meddle in personnel matters.

Liu Huanglong then said: "Ziye, what I mean is, if you want to give special treatment, you give yours — just don't be overly biased during the recruitment stage."

"Job hunting — you can't favor one over the other."

Fang Ziye nodded again.

Liu Huanglong can be this confident in his own students; he definitely has the source of that confidence.

As for giving Dong Wenqiang special treatment, Fang Ziye will certainly do some, but won't spend too much time on it.

Dong Wenqiang is Senior Brother; they collaborated on a research project in the lab for a while before, but Dong Wenqiang rarely came to the department for clinical work, so their interaction wasn't deep…

After Liu Huanglong dropped that hint, he didn't pursue it further.

And after Liu Huanglong and Chen Fang went on stage, Fang Ziye kept watching the timing panel, and only when he turned back to think over Liu Huanglong's words did he realize that although he doesn't hold personnel power now,

in outsiders' eyes he already has the standing to meddle in personnel.

That is your foundation and your bottom-line confidence — it has nothing to do with whether you're strong-arming or not.

Of course, thinking it over carefully, Fang Ziye feels he still shouldn't intervene — otherwise it would be unfair to others.

…

Time flashed by — five days passed.

August 6, Tuesday, 7:00 AM.

Fang Ziye wore a custom suit, leather shoes on his feet, tidied his freshly-cut-two-days-ago hair in the mirror.

Luo Tingzhu was already at the foyer changing shoes, saying as she did: "Senior Brother, I'm off to work — remember to have someone take a few extra sets of photos later."

Today is the date of the Hubei Province Science and Technology Innovation Conference (time not to correspond with reality); both Fang Ziye and Professor Deng Yong will go on stage to receive awards.

Although they go up in groups, this is still the peak moment of social recognition in Fang Ziye's current career; Luo Tingzhu has already bought the photo album for recording it!

"Okay, don't worry Tingzhu — won't let your album go to waste."

"I borrowed the camera Liu Professor brought; later Tian Luo will take photos for us." Fang Ziye straightened his tie while checking the stubble on his chin again.

Luo Tingzhu laughed and went out.

Fang Ziye then checked the time once more before dialing his Master Yuan Weihong.

Only four people are going to the Science and Technology Innovation Conference this time.

Deng Yong, Yuan Weihong, Fang Ziye, Lan Tianluo.

Everyone else stays behind to guard the department.

Nominally the group leader Yuan Weihong has left, but Liu Huanglong and the rest are there — surgeries can still proceed normally.

Even if an unsolvable problem arises mid-operation, they can call Fang Ziye anytime, and let Yuan Weihong accept the award on his behalf.

Yuan Weihong is Fang Ziye's direct supervisor — absolutely the same team — so he can certainly accept on his behalf.

Of course, such a situation generally won't occur.

After getting through to Yuan Weihong and finishing communication with him, Fang Ziye called Lan Tianluo.

For this four-person trip, Deng Yong goes alone; Yuan Weihong brings two students along.

It's not that Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong are throwing a tantrum — Deng Yong lives closer, so driving there is convenient; Yuan Weihong lives farther anyway, so picking up two extra people on the way is no trouble.

"Let's go — accompany you two to see our Hubei Province's absolute big shots." After picking up his two beloved disciples, Yuan Weihong gave them a preemptive warning.

Hubei's strongest specialty isn't Clinical Medicine; the ones winning the science and technology prize this time are big-shot experts who are extremely impressive worldwide.

"Our Han City University has its own super big shots too…"

When Fang Ziye and the others arrived at the venue, they found the space huge, and a crowd of old professors — even Academicians — seated inside.

Among these professors were some Fang Ziye knew quite well, and some he did not know so well.

Such a scene was something Fang Ziye had naturally never experienced either; anyway, it was purely about seeing the world.

Afterwards Fang Ziye discovered that those who won First Prize in the Natural Science Award were mostly well-known professors from Huazhong University of Science and Technology, Han City University, and Han City Petroleum University.

And the achievements they had obtained, Fang Ziye could not understand at all, but just hearing them sounded sufficiently high-end and impressive.

Involving aviation, optical fiber, big data, lunar exploration and many other high-end fields.

Only in the Second Prize did medical-related research appear, and among them was the Fang Ziye Team's research achievement.

Next came the Third Prize, where medical field awards were only slightly more numerous.

This made Fang Ziye feel that clinical medicine research is currently not an advantageous research project for Eastern Han; clinical medicine research and development is still on the way, requiring generation after generation of people to strive forward with effort.

They lined up formally, walked onto the stage formally, received the certificates formally, and took photos formally.

Many reporters only went toward the First Prize winning professors after it ended; their attention to Fang Ziye and the others was not that great.

The world is big, and medicine is only one discipline; the general public's understanding of and attention to medicine is also not that high.

After all, the research achievement Fang Ziye and the others presented this time did not possess absolute shock value; apart from being able to awe people inside the profession, to outsiders it might just be an optional achievement.

……

Afternoon, 1:20 PM.

After Fang Ziye and the others finished taking photos themselves, they also had Lan Tianluo hold the award certificate and take a set; Lan Tianluo struck several poses that looked extremely awkward.

After Fang Ziye adjusted him slightly, they took a few more photos, then started rushing back.

On the return journey in the car, Fang Ziye drove; Yuan Weihong, sitting in the passenger seat, very leisurely touched his Mediterranean: "What are your feelings today?"

"The gaps and room for progress in medicine are enormous! It is a very promising specialty." Fang Ziye said.

Yuan Weihong gave Fang Ziye a sidelong glance, turned his head: "Tianluo, what do you think?"

"Our country's clinical medicine specialty, apart from operations standing on the relatively strong side, the atmosphere and level of basic research and clinical research are still at a relatively basic level."

"Compared with abroad, we lack many highly competitive research breakthroughs."

"If we could be like the previous seniors and develop a few sets of characteristic drugs or treatment plans for treating cancer, that would be awesome." Lan Tianluo laughed happily.

Eastern Han previously had an Old Academician who pioneered all-trans retinoic acid treatment for acute promyelocytic leukemia, creating a world first.

The achievement obtained was also world-renowned, building a legend of four academicians, laying the foundation for current leukemia treatment and creating an extremely awesome approach.

This one event alone is enough to enter the merit register.

Those two old seniors later received the 7th Szent-Györgyi Cancer Research Innovation Achievement Award presented by the All-United States Cancer Research Foundation.

This is the world's highest honor in cancer research, and also the first time a scientist outside the United States has won it.

"What nonsense are you thinking about?" Yuan Weihong felt Lan Tianluo was even more unreliable than Fang Ziye.

Admittedly Lan Tianluo's suggestion was more awesome, but actual circumstances also had to be considered.

Were all those generations of Eastern Han people's efforts in vain? So many teams worldwide are researching cancer; are they just playing around every day?

This cancer thing is not that easy to handle.

"Of course, everything is hard at the start; decades ago, no one could have imagined that today's breast cancer and thyroid cancer treatment could reach the current level."

"If our team really can conquer one type of tumor."

Yuan Weihong finished speaking, then said: "Forget it, let's not 'if' so much; even I feel I'm being too overambitious saying it myself."

"We should just properly carry out clinical research for now……"

When Yuan Weihong spoke here, the phone rang.

Yuan Weihong picked it up and saw it was a call from a teacher in the Graduate School.

"Hello, hello."

"Yes, I am Yuan Weihong from Orthopedics." Yuan Weihong replied.

"Ah?"

"What?"

"Outstanding Graduate?"

"No, Big Brother, what time is it already? My student graduated over two months ago, why are you only now giving him an Outstanding Graduate title?"

Right in front of Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo, Yuan Weihong directly snapped back at the teacher in the Graduate School.

Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo both knew this was because Yuan Weihong was happy, so he was a bit "playing high".

But Yuan Weihong was in a good mood today, so let him play.

"No no, I can unilaterally refuse on behalf of my student."

"Outstanding Graduate, evaluation started in June; what meaning is there in you adding one now? Does this thing even need you to add it?" Yuan Weihong acted tsundere.

Who let you add it, who needs you to add it?

If you had just called in June, Yuan Weihong would have agreed without thinking; Outstanding Graduate could still have some prize money and subsidy.

But now, does Fang Ziye lack that bit of subsidy from you?

"No no, he's right beside me, driving, so it's inconvenient to answer. Yes, I can represent him."

"Resume not rich enough doesn't matter."

"You're just sending people away here……"

Yuan Weihong continued sarcastically: "Right, you don't pay attention, so the province pays attention instead?"

"Just got back from the award ceremony, did you only see the news recently or only get notified recently, so you're only now temporarily adding one?"

"What's so good about getting this Outstanding Graduate certificate."

"……"

The kindness of sending charcoal in snow must be remembered; the halo of icing on the cake is optional.

After seeing the news, temporarily patching up an Outstanding Graduate for Fang Ziye — this work is really well done.

Previously Fang Ziye had also applied, but was rejected; the reason was that Fang Ziye's output during his PhD period was too little, and he graduated too early.

After Yuan Weihong hung up the phone, he said: "Ziye, Outstanding Graduate, I rejected it for you?"

"No matter, Master, this thing was originally a case of opportunity not waiting."

"To add one, although it's a good thing, it more or less also has a bit of an insulting meaning." Fang Ziye said indifferently.

Lan Tianluo in the back seat said: "Already got provincial awards, one Outstanding Graduate, definitely don't care anymore."

"These teachers also don't know what they're thinking, calling to say add one, still not as good as not making this phone call."

"My Senior Brother, does he need it to supplement rewards?" Lan Tianluo also imitated Yuan Weihong's manner and said:

"If asked, say resume space not enough, can't fit it in."

This year's Fang Ziye can only get Second Prize, next year might be First Prize, even possibly winning in the Nationwide Natural Science Award.

Height not the same, Vision also not the same.

Outstanding Graduate for ordinary Master's Student Doctor is definitely a job hunting bonus point, but at Fang Ziye's place, on the resume fundamentally can't write down this thing of yours.

Yuan Weihong turned back again: "Tian Luo, you're a bit Pi ah!?"

(Chapter End)