Chapter 469

"Old sir, exercise rehabilitation requires gradual progress; there's no need to be too anxious." Fang Ziye looked at the other's boldness and offered a word of advice.

Upon hearing this, the old man's movements paused slightly; he thought for three seconds, then smiled again: "Good, you're the doctor, I'll listen to you."

At this moment, the cheongsam-clad grandma beside him spoke up: "Doctor Fang, my son and daughter will come over again later; they want to add your WeChat, and consult you on some rehabilitation-related questions afterward. Is that convenient for you, Doctor Fang?"

Fang Ziye took out his phone, checked the time, and said: "I have to go eat dinner now; if I don't eat any later, my stomach won't take it. How about we talk tomorrow during ward rounds if there's time?"

"Doctor Fang hasn't eaten yet? Then you hurry up and go eat; eating comes first." The old man hurriedly cut off his own wife's words.

The two then walked off in another direction down the ward corridor.

Feng Junfeng approached Fang Ziye a few steps, voice very low: "Industry Brother, this information is all confidential; adding his children's WeChat is a powerful connection, isn't it?"

Fang Ziye smiled and said: "No matter what kind of doctor-patient relationship, it's ultimately just a doctor-patient relationship; it's better to keep it relatively pure."

Fang Ziye naturally understood Feng Junfeng's meaning, but some people's existence is itself a kind of meaning, not necessarily requiring any outstanding deeds.

Fang Ziye makes his living through medicine; doing his own job well is enough.

Fang Ziye continued: "Junfeng, you go rest first; you've been busy and quite tired today too."

"Haven't eaten yet? I'll order takeout and send it to the doctors' rest room in a bit."

Hearing this, Feng Junfeng hesitated for three seconds, then grinned and nodded: "Thanks, Industry Brother."

"No need for formalities. I'm leaving first." Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye was indeed a bit hungry; Luo Tingzhu had also already gotten home, and the two could agree to go buy some vegetables and cook dinner together.

Without the pressure of emergency surgeries, Fang Ziye's life now was exceptionally regular.

Of course, tonight Fang Ziye still had one relatively important thing to do: separate out the theoretical expression forms he'd invested in Lan Tianluo and Jie Han, then send them to the two.

Then make correct revisions based on their feedback.

Taking off his white coat, walking on the road home, Fang Ziye glanced to the right at the pure smiles on the faces of the rookie medical students coming out the side door of the Basic Medical College.

He couldn't help but miss his own student days back then; that was true happiness, carefree, just needed to do well in studies.

No surgical fatigue, no pressure weighing on him, and no doctor-patient relationship troubles.

But as people grow older, they face the things that each age must face.

Doing teaching well is a very important link for surviving in a teaching hospital.

Zhongnan Hospital has a precedent: Teacher He of General Surgery can be called one of the guiding lights for many medical students in the country.

Perhaps his surgeries aren't that good, perhaps his surgical volume isn't that high, but he made important contributions to domestic medical education and to medical students successfully passing postgraduate exams and licensing exams.

He indeed made money too, but who dares say he didn't raise the licensing pass rate?

Of course, Fang Ziye's teaching path definitely won't overlap with that Teacher He; Fang Ziye will bring professional-type graduate students in the future, professional doctors in Orthopedics and Trauma Surgery.

……

When Fang Ziye returned home, he discovered Luo Tingzhu hadn't gone to the kitchen to cook, but had burrowed into the study, facing the computer, left hand resting on her chest, back of right hand's fingers against her chin, looking thoughtful.

Luo Tingzhu wasn't very absorbed; after Fang Ziye opened the door, she turned around once. Then continued immersing herself in the computer's content.

When Fang Ziye was nearly close, Luo Tingzhu said: "Senior Brother, I ordered spicy stir-fry pot; you keep me company eating it……"

She only spoke, didn't turn around.

Fang Ziye nodded, also walked into the study, casually glanced at the content on the computer, gaze flashing lightly: "This is our research group's article?"

Fang Ziye is now extremely sensitive to Trauma Surgery terminology; therefore reading just two lines he knew this was a paper on basic theory related to mangled extremity.

"Yes, Jie Han recently produced it in his spare time; merely fifteen days." Luo Tingzhu tilted her head incredulously.

The key point Fang Ziye extracted wasn't this: "Lan Tianluo and Jie Han often have you help revise papers?"

His own group's articles being with Luo Tingzhu, this definitely wasn't the first time.

"This is very normal, Senior Brother; we were in the same research group before, we're still in the same laboratory now; I revise a bit and incidentally learn too, isn't that very normal?"

"Fellow Trainee Jie Han truly has a unique side in paper writing."

After explaining, Luo Tingzhu shifted her chair sideways a bit, making room for Fang Ziye's computer view, then said: "And Senior Brother, your current tasks are busier and heavier; these basic things, both of them said they don't want you worrying too much."

"Functional reconstruction surgery teaching, upper limb mangled extremity treatment, upper limb functional reconstruction surgery, short limb transplantation, extracorporeal microcirculation apparatus exploration."

"Senior Brother, actually the pressure on you alone is the greatest." Not knowing Fang Ziye can add points, Luo Tingzhu's face was full of heartache.

Side-glancing over, tadpole eye sockets holding ink-black pupils bright and lively, calm face, a kind of natural quiet.

"Actually it's fine too." Fang Ziye felt a bit guilty.

But the two Fellow Trainees' assumptions are actually reasonable.

"This counts as fine, Senior Brother?" Luo Tingzhu shook her head: "Senior Brother, have you not noticed one thing?"

"Generally speaking, the speed of developing new content lags far behind the speed of learning, but your speed of developing new surgical techniques can leave them in the dust."

"Don't know what kind of storm goes on in your head normally."

"So today, Teacher Deng Yong specifically found me, told me to pay attention to your rest time, can slow down the advancement of new surgical technique research to a certain extent."

"Our own people care more about you than your output." Luo Tingzhu said.

This call Deng Yong made today warmed Luo Tingzhu's heart. Compared to those exploitative teachers, Deng Yong able to stay clear-headed amidst great joy proves he truly puts Fang Ziye in his heart as a disciple, not on the road as an ox.

"Mm, also fine."

"Actually Professor Liu Huanglong discussed this issue before. New surgical technique development speed cannot be too fast."

"Excess is as bad as deficiency; if the department's surgery types become too mixed then, it'll be detrimental to learning instead! ~"

"So, I plan to transplant upper limb mangled extremity and upper limb functional reconstruction surgery over." Fang Ziye said.

"Tingzhu, want to drink something?"

"You help us revise papers, I'll treat you to a drink." Fang Ziye polite to the point of 'estrangement'.

"Drink what? Chayan?" Luo Tingzhu asked.

"Anything works! ~" Fang Ziye isn't picky; if forced to choose, he prefers coffee over milk tea.

Milk tea is sweet to the point of cloying.

"Senior Brother, what did you mean by 'move things around' just now?" Luo Tingzhu asked curiously.

Move things around? What Luo Tingzhu was more familiar with was the transfer surgery.

"Mm, upper limb work originally mostly belonged to Hand Surgery, but our hospital's Hand Surgery is now extremely tight. Although Teacher Deng and Professor Han filled in as Group Leader Professors in the past."

"But the strength has still declined severely."

"I heard people say, Old Professor Wen Dongfang seeing this situation even wanted to 'gird on his sword like Lian Po.' Resume clinical work, but Professor Wen is already sixty-nine years old this year, how could he possibly be active in clinical work?"

Fang Ziye continued: "And Hand Surgery is very likely to become a stepping stone for me."

"Special situation, use special methods, exceptional promotion..."

Fang Ziye analyzed the pros and cons of this for Luo Tingzhu.

Actually for Fang Ziye, whether it was Hand Surgery or Trauma Surgery now, Fang Ziye could handle both.

Hand Surgery's core skills, Suturing Technique and Incision Technique, in Fang Ziye's hands were already Level 5, he could take them over anytime.

Luo Tingzhu said: "Senior Brother, your exceptional promotion to Associate Professor I can understand, but this exceptional promotion to Deputy Chief Physician, isn't that too reckless?"

Luo Tingzhu was a bit confused.

Associate Professor is a teaching title; an excellent Doctor graduate can be specially appointed as Associate Professor. Fang Ziye graduated early with his Doctorate, first held a nominal Lecturer position, then promoted to Associate Professor — that was reasonable.

But Deputy Chief Physician?

The country's title assessment for Deputy Chief Physician requires Intermediate Professional Title for at least three years, conventionally five years; this is generally very hard to break.

"This can't be told to you for now, it's not finalized yet either."

"If someone is willing to help, it's not impossible either." Fang Ziye said.

Luo Tingzhu then stopped asking further.

After a while, the takeout arrived, and the two little ones Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu moved to the living room to start eating.

……

During the ward round the next day, Fang Ziye paid particular attention to checking the corresponding activity levels of postoperative patients operated solely by Liu Huanglong and others.

By the book!

Not especially good, but not especially bad either; improved quite a bit compared to pre-op, but if compared to the functional rehabilitation results from Fang Ziye's own operations, there was simply no comparison.

Naturally, these subtle changes were hard for patients and family members to detect.

After Fang Ziye finished checking, the patient grinned and said: "Doctor Fang, thank you ah, my wife's knee joint and ankle joint mobility is already very good."

"For many years before she was confined to a crutch, but just yesterday, she let go of the walking aid, walked two steps slowly by herself, she almost cried..."

As the middle-aged man said this, the middle-aged woman on the bed said: "What do you mean 'almost cried'? I already cried."

"Doctor Fang, you don't know, because of this leg's disability, I lost my previous job, I'm now just a drifting idle person, cooking is fine, but going to buy vegetables is inconvenient..."

"Also I wanted to go out for walks, dance, but couldn't. I used to be a dance teacher..." The middle-aged woman spoke of her past, and her eyes reddened again.

Dance teacher, leg ruined, then her career naturally reached its end.

"Continue rehabilitating well, don't rush, haste makes waste. During this time in the hospital, still don't discard the walking aid for walking!"

"Because your muscle atrophy is relatively severe, so you still have to persist with leg-raising training and specialized muscle exercises..." Fang Ziye instructed.

"Okay Doctor Fang, I'll listen to you. I've endured ten years, not afraid of these few days or months." The middle-aged woman took the tissue from her husband, wiped her tears, and smiled again.

Smiling, she cried again.

Normal people find it hard to understand the physiological and psychological trauma of 'semi-disabled people,' absolutely cannot empathize one hundred percent.

"Rest well, calm your mood, in the future you should be able to do more things."

"Maybe not as agile as normal people, but a life like a normal person's is still worth looking forward to." Fang Ziye finished speaking and walked to the next bed.

"Doctor Fang, Director Liu... when can we schedule surgery ah?" The next bed's patient's family member and the patient both called out enthusiastically.

She was a sixty-two-year-old grandma, knee joint severely stiff with nerve function damage.

A pre-op patient, had been admitted for a while already; every day she hoped she could have surgery sooner, and then get out of bed like the 'younger sister' in the next bed.

"Schedule surgery next week, no rush ah!"

"Slow work yields fine product; we can't speed up the surgery rhythm just for surgery volume, we also have to do a comprehensive assessment of your condition and other basic situations before your surgery."

"For example, if your coronary heart disease and diabetes blood sugar control are not good, then this surgery definitely cannot proceed."

"Coronary heart disease increases intraoperative risk, diabetes makes postoperative healing difficult." Fang Ziye explained...

"Doctor, I've always strictly watched my diet, almost at absolute sugar control." The old person hurriedly said.

Compared to eating sweets, normal movement made her more expectant; she also wanted to go out for a stroll, even go dance square dance, rather than sit on the side watching other old sisters dance.

……

After one round of ward rounds, Fang Ziye and the others went down to the operating room again, starting another day of ox-and-horse life.

Time flows like water, in a blink almost another week passed.

August 17. Friday.

Trauma Surgery, Director's Office.

When Liu Huanglong heard Fang Ziye currently still had two papers being revised on hand, the hot tea in his right hand directly spilled out of the teacup, crawling toward Liu Huanglong's palm.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

"Damn it!" Liu Huanglong endured the pain and threw the teacup, then hurried to rinse with cold water.

While his right hand enjoyed the pleasure of cool water dispersing the heat, he tilted his head and said incredulously: "Ziye, are you a paper manufacturing machine?"

"Producing one paper a month is one thing, how did you manage to produce two?"

"Even if all of you went all out, it shouldn't be like this ah?"

Liu Huanglong knew there were many people in Fang Ziye's group, but even with so many people writing one article simultaneously, it should take several months.

How come the last paper was only published at the end of last month, and now there are two papers pending submission?

Fang Ziye smiled lightly: "Teacher Liu, this is a secret."

Fang Ziye would definitely not leak anything Jie Han left behind before going on full detachment.

Liu Huanglong's mouth corners and eye corners, including the right side of his face, all began to tremble slightly as if muscle spasms: "You doing it like this, your teacher Yuan Weihong won't be able to hold on, he might accidentally get topped by you."

The papers Fang Ziye produces now are by no means garbage papers.

At least impact factor ten-plus.

With this kind of output, Yuan Weihong will very likely be exceptionally evaluated as Distinguished Youth in the next few years, and before forty he might get a Changjiang Scholar hat put on him.

These two don't conflict, Distinguished Youth is a technology-related honor, Changjiang is the Ministry of Education's commendation nomination.

Fang Ziye felt a bit powerless to retort, what does topped by me mean? This Professor Liu is also someone who likes to drive.

"Professor Liu, isn't this great? Teacher has shown me kindness, now is exactly the time to repay it. Moreover, many of my ideas were able to mature with my teacher's help."

"Teacher is my leader." Even with Yuan Weihong absent, Fang Ziye still expressed loyalty.

In every one of Fang Ziye's papers, Yuan Weihong could not possibly be absent.

At least second author, very likely corresponding, co-first author.

If lower than second author, then it's definitely other people's papers with two people's names hung on them.

A drop of water's kindness should be repaid with a gushing spring.

Eight parts original article kindness, eight hundred parts to repay, even more, main point is everyone is happy!

Liu Huanglong's facial skin spasms became even more intense: "..."

"Ziye, have you thought about doing a postdoc or something? I can supervise."

Liu Huanglong was jealous!

Why don't you mix in another postdoc experience?

Hearing this, Fang Ziye said: "Professor Liu, I still have a Master who can also supervise, I plan to take up a post next year, then directly defend."

Postdoctoral mobile station experience, Fang Ziye doesn't plan to do full-time, just mixing is fine, anyway there's enough output to exit the station.

Liu Huanglong was silent for a long time, then inexplicably sighed: "I somewhat regret leaving Zhongnan before."

Fang Ziye, however, didn't think much of it.

If not for Yuan Weihong, with my own performance during the master's entrance exam, if you Liu Huanglong could look at me straight once, I lose.

So I will still be my Master's student.

Of course, such hatred-drawing words don't need to be said.

Arrived at the operating table, the group's attending Qin Geluo was already envious to the point of turning purple, while acting as assistant he said: "Wei Ge, you just went on chief resident one year earlier than me, how come your luck is this good?"

Qin Geluo's first master's student Zhou Xiaoshan has already entered the department, not to say he's a Teletubby, but in Qin Geluo's vision it's about the same.

Yuan Weihong, however, spoke in a yin-yang weird way: "Geluo, even if you went on chief resident in my same class, Ziye still wouldn't fall under you, right?"

I Yuan Weihong didn't go on chief resident and became master's supervisor, you Qin Geluo went down three years before becoming master's supervisor, shouldn't you reflect on why?

You got projects too late, your research accumulation still isn't enough, you can only watch.

Although Yuan Weihong spoke obscurely, Qin Geluo still understood, and recalling Wei Ge's legend, immediately shut up.

Comparing yin-yang weirdness with Yuan Weihong, forget it, when Wei Ge beats people with his mouth, even Deng Yong isn't his opponent.

Professor Deng Yong can only be said to suppress people with power, not with his own 'poise' make Yuan Weihong submit.

Yuan Weihong saw Qin Geluo no longer speaking, and also saw Fang Ziye enter the operating room alone, so he asked: "Hey, where are Professor Liu and Nie Mingxian? How come they didn't come today?"

"Ziye, didn't Professor Liu come find you this morning?"

Fang Ziye was doing second assistant at Yuan Weihong's side opposite, first assistant was Lan Tianluo.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye said: "Professor Liu said he wanted to rest a day, also Nie Mingxian Big Brother said to rest well first, yesterday's surgery was too tiring."

Lan Tianluo hurriedly explained: "Master, yesterday was Thursday, Peng Long Associate Professor's group currently still only has one surgery day."

"The new operating rooms will only be allocated to our department in September, then surgery days will be quite ample."

Yuan Weihong was a bit disappointed: "Is that so, then forget it, originally still wanted to share some good news with them."

Yuan Weihong laughed heartily.

If his arrogance was fake before, then now his arrogance is real!

Now the small group's momentum is like a rainbow, not to mention Zhongnan Hospital's orthopedics can't suppress it, other orthopedics in the province also can't suppress it.

As one of the most direct beneficiaries, later driving Liu Huanglong out and replacing him as administrative director is just around the corner.

Current hospital policy toward Yuan Weihong is what, you continue doing it, you don't need to go rural rotation. Just right this year the Health Commission issued a document, rural rotation support is no longer an absolute promotion requirement.

As long as you're excellent enough, you can make it up afterward, first get the title promoted.

So, this October, after Yuan Weihong's researcher title at chief physician level, associate professor title at deputy chief physician level, his professional title will also be promoted from attending physician to deputy chief physician, a real 'three-high' personnel.

"You say was Professor Liu scared by our group's atmosphere? So needs to calm down calm down?" Yuan Weihong previous sentence said forget it, next sentence started again.

Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo both didn't reply, only dared to retort in their hearts.

Qin Geluo, however, carefully considered then said: "Wei Ge, you're really fierce ah, able to suppress Professor Liu by scaring him, estimate in the province only Wei Ge you alone can do this."

Who is Liu Huanglong? Research big shot and clinical big shot.

Resume looks a bit better than trauma surgery giant Duan Hong. After all Liu Huanglong is only one year older than Yuan Weihong.

"What's that? Professor Liu isn't also only one year older than me?"

"Then was then, later is later, before he was more excellent than us, doesn't mean forever more excellent than us."

Yuan Weihong speaking, looked at his two students, ultimately still out of consideration for being a teacher, closed his own mouth.

Just Yuan Weihong's eye corner crow's feet couldn't be pulled open no matter what, whole face estimated all laughed into a chrysanthemum.

Spring sow one grain of millet, autumn harvest ten thousand seeds.

The seeds Yuan Weihong sowed back then have already sprouted.

Not only Fang Ziye, but also Lan Tianluo, Lan Tianluo is the student Yuan Weihong exchanged for delayed promotion, not taking students for several years.

Back then, Yuan Weihong didn't know he could break the original "prohibition"!

After Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo exchanged a knowing smile, they threw themselves into the surgery.

Surgery is a serious matter; not the slightest negligence is allowed.

The patient is not experimental material, cannot bear the trial and error cost, therefore every step must be taken with utmost care.

However, Fang Ziye discovered that Lan Tianluo's mind was even more pure than his own; he, like Fang Ziye, liked seeing the patient's smiling face, seeing the patient rehabilitate.

But Lan Tianluo liked it even more!

(Chapter End)