Chapter 471

Magic Capital is a very famous metropolis in Eastern Han, renowned for its exorbitant land prices and opulent splendor.

There is a saying that goes well: an ordinary person's city, a rich person's Magic Capital.

Fang Ziye had never been to Magic Capital; the only time he went was taking a flight to the airport to see Luo Tingzhu off overseas, then returning to Han City from inside the airport.

Fang Ziye didn't even know the specific location of Sixth Hospital of Magic Capital.

It was only through a map search that he learned Sixth Hospital of Magic Capital is located in Xu District of Magic Capital, and is relatively close to Hongqiao Airport.

After booking a flight ticket from Han City to Hongqiao Airport, Fang Ziye still sent a message to Professor Zheng.

The distance from Han City to Magic Capital isn't very far; the flight Fang Ziye took landed in just under two hours, and only stopped after taxiing on the runway for several minutes.

During this process, Fang Ziye opened his phone and saw a message from Big Brother Zhang Yuancong: "Ziye, tell me your specific location after you land, I'll drive over to pick you up then."

"I'm in the parking lot now. After picking you up, we'll head straight to the dining place."

After reading the message, Fang Ziye replied politely: "Thank you for your trouble, Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Yuancong is the same age as his own Master Yuan Weihong, and his seniority and generation are even higher; him personally coming to pick him up already counts as a fairly high-spec reception.

Fang Ziye himself doesn't care who picks him up; the other side sending a Doctor or Master's Student would be fine, after all at some larger academic conferences, the reception for heavyweight professors is handled by Doctors.

After all, superiors can't spare the time.

But if he could be more valued, Fang Ziye would still be quite happy.

"Ziye, see which exit is most convenient for you to leave from; once you confirm the exit, I'll come pick you up." Zhang Yuancong sent a voice message.

The voice message was mixed with the sound of the car air conditioner whirring.

"Okay, Teacher Zhang, I'll exit the station first, and contact you then." Fang Ziye also sent a voice message back, then shouldered his backpack and walked out with the crowd.

After Fang Ziye entered the airport from the corridor, he looked around left and right, and finally decided to just follow the flow toward the left-hand direction.

Fang Ziye was very sure that many people were heading to exit the station; since he couldn't find the way anyway, he walked with the crowd while looking for the station exit — this was the most scientific method.

After roughly twenty-plus minutes, Fang Ziye finally confirmed which station exit he would exit and wait at.

So he immediately replied to Zhang Yuancong: "Teacher Zhang, my current exit location is Station Exit 23, but I still can't be sure; I'll walk a bit further and send you a message then……"

"Okay, Ziye, no rush." Zhang Yuancong was also very patient.

Finally, after another ten minutes or so, Fang Ziye saw Zhang Yuancong's car — an Audi; other aspects Fang Ziye didn't know how to judge.

The weather outside the station was very hot, like being roasted by fire; after getting in the car, Fang Ziye immediately took out wet wipes from his backpack and started wiping his face and forehead.

In the car, there was another person; after Fang Ziye got in, he handed Fang Ziye a bottle of iced drink.

"Teacher Zhang, this drink can stay iced for so long?" After wiping off the sweat, Fang Ziye actively opened a topic.

He couldn't just sit there awkwardly; Zhang Yuancong had come to Han City several times before, and Fang Ziye never had the chance to receive him — he didn't expect to instead be personally picked up and dropped off by his own 'Teacher' first.

A young man sitting in the passenger seat laughed upon hearing this: "Teacher Fang, you don't know this, but Cong Ge is a rich second-generation; although not like that Cong Ge, he bought this A8L as soon as it launched."

"It has a car refrigerator, so we all love riding in Cong Ge's car when going out."

"Of course Sister-in-law loves it most."

Zhang Yuancong coughed upon hearing this.

But the buddy in the passenger seat was a restless one, and added: "Cong Ge also relied on this to win over Sister-in-law."

Fang Ziye said upon hearing this: "Cong Ge is handsome and rich; pursuing Sister-in-law isn't easy as pie?"

"Fang Ziye, Big Brother, how do you address me?"

Fang Ziye had already habitually called people Big Brother.

"My surname is Pi, name Pi Gaoxing. You can call me Little Pi, or Happy Pi." Pi Gaoxing turned his face, a very festive standard thin face entering Fang Ziye's vision.

But Fang Ziye hadn't had time to observe before Pi Gaoxing covered his mouth with his right hand and said: "Actually the car refrigerator has a very good function called physiological period control."

"Cough cough—" Zhang Yuancong coughed again.

Pi Gaoxing just paused for three seconds, then said: "Such a little trick, Teacher Fang will definitely find useful in the future too."

"Pi Gaoxing, do you really want a beating?" Zhang Yuancong had already turned serious.

This joke had already crossed the bottom line of receiving a guest; chatting like this among our own people is fine, but in front of Fang Ziye, saying this much is already losing control.

Zhang Yuancong should have extremely high status in Pi Gaoxing's heart; with Zhang Yuancong's cold words, Pi Gaoxing stopped talking.

It was Zhang Yuancong who spoke again: "Ziye, do you prefer Ezhou cuisine or Hunan cuisine?"

"We looked into it and found Ezhou cuisine restaurants are few in all of Magic Capital; can you get used to eating Hunan cuisine?"

"Or should we try our Magic Capital's signature Benbang cuisine?"

Fang Ziye said upon hearing this: "Teacher Zhang, I don't mind the food; actually I already ate fast food before boarding the plane, and I'm not that hungry now."

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do; Teacher Zhang, you just arrange as you see fit."

Fang Ziye had previously heard Yuan Weihong say that Zhang Yuancong is from Xian Market in Hubei Province, his family is quite rich, and after staying in Magic Capital to work, he directly bought a house and car in Magic Capital without pressure.

Fang Ziye immediately added: "I've also never been to Magic Capital, so I can also taste the local flavor."

Zhang Yuancong is from Hubei Province, so Zhang Yuancong taking Fang Ziye to eat is more suitable, as he understands Fang Ziye's taste better.

Zhang Yuancong turned the steering wheel while saying: "Then I'll take you to try Benbang cuisine; it will be slightly sweet."

"But this time only the three of us are going to eat; the other professors have probably already eaten. After we finish eating, we'll go to the operating room."

After replying, Zhang Yuancong looked at Pi Gaoxing and said: "Pi Gaoxing, Ziye is not even twenty-nine this year; what are you Pi-ing about?"

Upon hearing this, Pi Gaoxing abruptly turned, looking sideways at Fang Ziye, his left and right eyes staring unequally wide.

Mouth open, wanting to speak but stopping.

"Fang, Fang Ge, you're only twenty-eight this year?" Pi Gaoxing finished, expression stiff, even his eyeballs seeming to crash.

Fang Ziye is indeed not yet twenty-nine, but will turn twenty-nine this year.

"Almost twenty-nine too!" Fang Ziye's birthday is Lunar December 18th; after that day he'll be twenty-nine.

Pi Gaoxing instantly turned into an ostrich.

The reason he dared to Pi is because his own talent is good; otherwise, unless his brain had a problem, he wouldn't dare joke with Zhang Yuancong, an Associate Professor.

However, Fang Ziye's age directly shattered his confidence.

He had been calling him Teacher Fang all along, assuming Fang Ziye was the type whose appearance didn't show his age — looking in his twenties but actually thirty-two or three.

That was why he had the opportunity to be invited to the Sixth Hospital of Magic Capital to perform surgery; but twenty-nine years old? Invited by Professor Zheng to come do a consultation surgery?

What concept is this? Fang Ziye, as a doctor from a non-famous trauma surgery department, directly ran through the entire trauma surgery track!

Seeing Pi Gaoxing no longer speaking, Fang Ziye asked: "Teacher Zhang, what's the condition of the patient who needs surgery later? Is it a lower limb mangled extremity?"

Although Fang Ziye believed he could handle upper limb mangled extremities, that was at Zhongnan Hospital.

When going out for consultation surgeries, it must be the procedure one is most skilled at and most confident in; if the Sixth Hospital of Magic Capital arranged an upper limb mangled extremity for him, Fang Ziye would have to challenge it.

After all, it's not the track he's most familiar with!

"That's definitely the case. Whether it was Hubei Province's mid-year academic conference or the previous lecture, Ziye, you emphasized the different degrees of upper and lower limb mangled extremities."

"Professor Zheng definitely wouldn't increase the difficulty for you……"

"To tell the truth, Ziye, after receiving the documents you sent regarding mangled extremity treatment theory and operational principles, we also tried doing a few cases."

"The surgical process was okay, but the postoperative results weren't particularly obvious."

"But if we're only talking about saving the affected limb, we count as successful." Zhang Yuancong reported these matters one by one.

Fang Ziye was stunned upon hearing this.

Professor Zheng's team is already doing standardized treatment of mangled extremities? This is too fierce.

But considering this is the Sixth Hospital of Magic Capital, an orthopedic hall-of-fame level hospital with three wards in trauma surgery, their attainment and team accumulation in trauma surgery are a level higher than even Tongji Hospital.

There might be more than one or two professors with Level 5 skills in the Sixth Hospital of Magic Capital; relying on the orthopedic hegemony status of the Sixth Hospital of Magic Capital, they can routinely carry out mangled extremity treatment upon obtaining the theory.

"Teacher Zhang, your team is really awesome. Our hospital, for this mangled extremity disease type, has been working through the adjustment period for quite a long time." Fang Ziye said emotionally.

If Zhongnan Hospital were the Sixth Hospital of Magic Capital, Fang Ziye would probably already be able to routinely perform limb replantation surgery by now.

But there's no way; Zhongnan Hospital's accumulation is still insufficient.

This isn't belittling oneself to boost another's prestige.

When mistakes are made, stand at attention; when there are shortcomings, admit them. Only by fully recognizing the gap between oneself and others can one better improve and elevate oneself.

Those who think they're invincible in the world just because they have a bit of insight are mostly the ignorant.

Eastern Han's economy is already this awesome; Eastern Han doesn't even dare claim its strength is world number one, let alone an individual?

"How can you generalize like that?"

"You're doing original creation; we're learning on the basis of original creation, so progress is naturally different. We don't need to grope around."

"Pi Gaoxing, has the restaurant location been booked?" Zhang Yuancong asked Pi Gaoxing again.

"Booked, Cong Ge."

Pi Gaoxing then turned back: "Brother Fang. Next to this restaurant there are also some Hunan and Hubei snacks; if you're not used to the food, we can add a meal later in a down-to-earth way."

"Cong Ge said these snack places are pretty good, especially that hot dry noodles' sesame paste, which is a relatively authentic Han City flavor."

Fang Ziye said drooling: "Then let's just go eat a bowl of hot dry noodles?"

Hot dry noodles — first time eating makes you want to curse, but once you're used to it, that sesame paste fragrance has endless aftertaste.

"Ziye, don't make me get beaten. You're invited to do surgery, I treat you to hot dry noodles — no way to justify it."

"Eating it for breakfast tomorrow morning would be good too." Zhang Yuancong said.

Fang Ziye checked the time upon hearing this, but ultimately didn't say much more.

Estimated Zhang Yuancong and the others' arrangement is to let him look at that previous mangled extremity patient first, then start a separate surgery; by the time surgery ends it'll be around 1 AM.

If surgery ends at 1 AM, Fang Ziye needn't consider any return journey issues either.

The eating process wasn't particularly wonderful, but the beef and fried crispy fish in the Benbang cuisine did make Fang Ziye's palate brighten.

There was also another braised pork dish Zhang Yuancong liked; Fang Ziye ate only one bite, then "politely" set it aside, no longer moving chopsticks or mouth.

Zhang Yuancong and Pi Gaoxing both saw it, but didn't mind.

Everyone's tastes differ; Fang Ziye can like or dislike, hard to please everyone.

Only after finishing the ten-odd dishes with small portions with difficulty did Fang Ziye go next door and get a bowl of hot dry noodles, stir and stir, then eat fragrantly.

Fang Ziye stood about ten meters from the trash can, finished eating, then directly threw the box, wiped his mouth corner with a wet wipe, and said.

"Done, Cong Ge, now I'm really full."

"It's already 7:30, not early anymore, let's hurry to the operating room……" Fang Ziye, having solved his stomach issue, spoke directly.

"Okay, Ziye. Let's go eat some barbecue tonight." Zhang Yuancong also felt a bit guilty.

Fang Ziye didn't mind at all.

……

7:50, Fang Ziye, Zhang Yuancong, the three of them put on green scrubs, blue tape slippers, and entered the operating room; inside the surgical team was conducting operations in an orderly manner.

The lead surgeons should be two professors, one calling Professor Sun, one calling Professor Xiao, asking back and forth nonstop.

After Zhang Yuancong entered, he immediately approached the operating table, lowered his voice and said: "Professor Sun, Professor Xiao, Doctor Fang from Hubei Province has arrived at the operating room; do you want to switch to Doctor Fang on the platform, or let Doctor Fang go directly next door to Professor Zheng?"

Zhang Yuancong's questioning was quite polite.

Besides the two professors there were two assistants; all four turned their heads to look at Fang Ziye who had walked in.

Fang Ziye's height appeared a bit mini in the operating room; merely 1.78 meters tall, in a team where average height was 1.8-something, he appeared a bit short and compact.

However, Fang Ziye's gaze was very pure, no nervousness, no expectation.

Fang Ziye had no need to prove his strength to anyone, so whether he went on the platform or not didn't matter.

Of course, Fang Ziye not minding doesn't mean no manners; having just learned the two professors' identities, he politely called out Professor Sun and Professor Xiao.

Temporarily unable to confirm the other party's preferences, Fang Ziye didn't dare casually call them Teacher.

"Doctor Fang's here? Then I'll step down first, let Doctor Fang this expert take a good look, check for omissions and fill gaps! ~"

"Read your paper, Doctor Fang; our operations should still have omissions and deficiencies." The one called Professor Xiao voluntarily yielded his position.

Of course, he did not step down; the one who sensibly stepped down was the assistant beside him, who very sensibly yielded the position without the slightest hesitation.

One look shows they are well-trained and of excellent quality.

Fang Ziye said, "Two Professors, then I will go out and scrub in first."

Zhang Yuancong also scrubbed in and came over.

"Ziye, do you want me to tell you the identities of those two Professors?" Zhang Yuancong asked.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye said, "Cong Ge, there is no such necessity. The one who invited me for the consultation is Professor Zheng; I am not yet familiar with the other teachers, and going too far is as bad as not going far enough."

Fang Ziye would not go stick himself to famous old Professors; otherwise it would look like Fang Ziye was currying favor with the powerful.

The other party has no kinship or old friendship with Fang Ziye; before they show any intention of courtesy and closeness, for Fang Ziye to take the initiative to surrender would be impolite.

An external consultation is both a technical exchange and a humanistic exchange; every detail must be done well.

Fang Ziye must take this seriously, because in the future there will be many times and opportunities for external consultation exchanges.

Each time, the people encountered may be different, and the other party's platform may vary in level; if Fang Ziye does not pay attention to details, it will be hard to handle the relationship communication between them well.

"Alright, I'll listen to you, Ziye."

"However, these two Professors' individual theories and systems are relatively mature, so Ziye, when you speak, try to be more tactful."

"Or don't speak." Zhang Yuancong also did not dig a pit for Fang Ziye, and roughly described the two Professors' tempers and habits in one sentence.

Fang Ziye nodded and did not reply further.

The two Professors were probably appointed in a crisis; Fang Ziye did not accept the consultation surgery at the first time, and now coming midway to "rescue the emergency," he should not randomly gesture and point fingers.

Fang Ziye, however, felt that not speaking was excellent.

After Fang Ziye scrubbed, gowned, and stepped up, the first thing he discovered was that the two Professors' individual operations had no major problems; their debridement technique level was absolutely around Level 5, and their plasticity and ability to simulate other operations were very strong.

The mangled extremity debridement technique they operated out also had a proficiency of around Level 3, 200, even better than Nie Mingxian.

And the reason their operation results did not match well was probably that the two Professors' concepts were not quite the same, so when the two of them were combined, it was instead not so smooth.

The two Professors' problem lay in insufficiently smooth coordination, so the details at the junction were not handled well.

Of course, handling the junction is also a difficulty; in Zhongnan Hospital, the relevant arrangements and learning of operational thinking are all passed down in Fang Ziye's lineage, and no one dares to refute.

But in the Sixth Hospital of Magic Capital, it is estimated that each Professor's understanding of mangled extremities is different, so they each have their own views; without an absolutely transcendent technical crushing superiority, it is very hard to make everyone's ideas unify.

"Doctor Fang, look, where is the problem with our operation? Every time we debride, we do it very well, but postoperatively adhesions, infections, etc. easily occur." Professor Xiao, who had yielded his place, asked very politely.

Fang Ziye seriously lifted the edge, then picked up the knife and began trimming: "Between tendon and tendon, after debridement no other operation is needed."

"But some tendons, because of volume issues after debridement, need to be woven and connected with nearby tissues to ensure tissue stability."

"Then at this time, one must pay attention to some overall issues of debridement."

"The first step in mangled extremity treatment lies in the vitality of the limb; the most important is vascular anastomosis and debridement."

"Anastomosis is the vitality issue brought by blood supply; debridement is to avoid dead space and local existence of necrotic tissue..."

"In handling this kind of problem, what we need to do besides improving operation is to avoid the formation of dead space."

After Fang Ziye said this, he no longer wasted words on detailed issues.

As the Creator of mangled extremity treatment, saying some theoretical issues is fine, but in specific fine operations, Fang Ziye does not know what the two Professors know and what they don't.

In such a situation, if you chatter on, it appears verbose and nagging.

However, Fang Ziye had only operated for a short while when the entire surgical field appeared more agile.

The surgical field was very fresh and clear; this is something Professor Xiao and Professor Sun can both achieve.

Fresh and agile are two different categories.

For example, many current treatments, such as tuberculosis treatment, county hospitals and provincial hospitals can both standardize chemotherapy, but because the details of drug handling differ and dosage adjustments differ, the treatment effects and patient experiences will also differ.

This is a matter of skill depth.

As the Creator, Fang Ziye is even more able to lift heavy as if light.

Professor Xiao and Professor Sun continued watching for a while, and increasingly discovered that Fang Ziye's detail handling was more systematic.

Professor Sun, who had not spoken all along, asked: "Doctor Fang, in the theory you organized before, are there still some details that have not been perfected?"

"I feel your operative technique has a slight gap from ours."

The same debridement technique; the principles that basic debridement technique emphasizes are just those few; development is very mature; as long as one reaches a certain realm, everyone's operations are largely similar.

It's just that debridement technique is basic skill; it will change according to different lesions.

For example, lesion resection debridement technique and ordinary emergency debridement technique will have differences!

Hearing this, Fang Ziye said: "Some overly trivial branch-and-leaf issues, I did not fill in, precisely to avoid my own understanding leading to experimenter bias, affecting the development of the surgical technique."

Professor Sun nodded and said: "Doctor Fang, then what do you think is the main reason my and Professor Xiao's coordination cannot mesh so well?"

"I just watched your trimming; it seems there are no operation points difficult to understand either."

Fang Ziye's operation only differs in details; the overall principles are still largely similar.

Fang Ziye seriously thought for a moment and did not reply, operating while thinking.

"Negative pressure suction! ~"

"Pass a nerve suture thread." Fang Ziye did not know what the different suture threads were called here, so he directly used the most plain expression.

"Open an Aike suture." Professor Sun immediately helped shout, afraid the circulating nurse would ignore Fang Ziye.

The circulating nurse immediately opened the Aike suture onto the field, passed by the circulating nurse to the kidney dish on the operating table; Professor Xiao directly opposite directly sent the negative pressure suction to the position Fang Ziye wanted.

Fang Ziye continued to clean the blood water in the surgical field, then slowly said: "Perhaps Professor Xiao and Professor Sun can try leaving blank."

"The so-called leaving blank is to leave a portion of operation empty at the turning position, and then have one person complete it."

"Professor Sun and Professor Xiao, your basic skills are both superior to mine, but perhaps because personal understandings differ, it leads to the detail junction points not being round and smooth enough! ~"

"This is personal understanding deviation leading to stiffness at the junction positions." Fang Ziye very cautiously said a humble sentence.

Of course he couldn't say you two coordinating is just each doing your own thing, both have ability, but together a pile of shit, apart stars all over the sky?

Professor Xiao naturally very easily understood the meaning in Fang Ziye's words, raised his head to glance at Professor Sun, and lightly nodded: "Thank you, Doctor Fang, for the guidance; we will pay attention next time."

The two professors cooperating on a mangled extremity is nothing to be ashamed of; back in Hubei Province, it still took the three hospitals' trauma surgery heavyweights simultaneously cooperating on a single operating table, and only then did they manage to complete the limb salvage operation.

Nowadays, requiring multi-person cooperation is a perfectly normal thing.

Cooperation also has extremely exacting requirements.

Fang Ziye did not go observe other people's emotions and expressions, still repairing the details of the surgery already performed.

More importantly, the nerve suture — Fang Ziye added a few more stitches.

After finishing the operation, he cautiously suggested: "Professor Xiao, the nerve suture — perhaps it still needs to be assigned to relatively professional people to operate!"

"If the nerve anastomosis is not done well, it will affect the second-stage surgery as well as the major function after the first-stage surgery rehabilitation."

"The operation is about done; I'll step down first and go next door."

"Thank you both professors for completing the subsequent operations." Fang Ziye carefully observed once more, then raised his head to ask the two's opinions.

"Good, good, good, Doctor Fang, you go to the operating room next door first; after we finish the surgery, we'll come find you for advice." Professor Xiao nodded quickly.

And instructed Zhang Yuancong and the others: "Help Doctor Fang take off the sterile surgical gown."

Zhang Yuancong and Pi Gaoxing immediately stepped forward to help.

At this moment, Professor Xiao crowded into Fang Ziye's previous position, continuing with Professor Sun to meticulously examine, while discussing something in soft voices.

"Look here, Doctor Fang handled it very well; such a transfer would at least elevate the patient's postoperative rehabilitation by a level; how did we not think of this before?"

"And here, Doctor Fang added two stitches; our previous nerve suture was a bit too rough; we still need to invite Professor Du to drop by or privately train for a while."

"The blood vessel suture is fine, but the tendon management and marginal suture..." The two professors did not spend more time on pleasantries with Fang Ziye, instead very carefully reviewing the surgical operation.

Such a learning attitude, Fang Ziye silently gave a big thumbs-up in his heart.

However, following Pi Gaoxing and Zhang Yuancong out of the operating room, as Fang Ziye walked toward the sink, Pi Gaoxing lowered his voice: "Brother Fang, you're really too fierce."

"You actually made Professor Sun and Professor Xiao have absolutely no temper on the platform?"

"These two are no simple characters; one has the nickname Li Kui, one has the nickname Twist Mowang; both are people whose word is law."

"Ai yo!" Pi Gaoxing cried out in pain as he spoke.

Then he started covering his buttocks with both hands and walked away, looking resentfully at Zhang Yuancong; his whole body, besides the epidermis, even his bones exuded Pi's essence.

But Zhang Yuancong's expression was also rather conflicted; he stared blankly at Fang Ziye and then said: "But Ziye, you really are awesome."

"Professor Xiao and Professor Sun are respectively the Administrative Directors of the Second Department and Third Department, and are also among our Sixth Hospital's top-tier professors; the two rarely interact on weekdays."

"Especially in professional aspects, if anyone's operation has a flaw, they will open fire without hesitation. Even attending physicians with shallower seniority get scolded by them."

The Sixth Hospital of Magic Capital's trauma surgery chief physicians at the Chief Physician rank are many — a full ten.

But not all chief physicians are equal; there are also those with slightly insufficient ability who still lead groups in the hospital or are waiting for a position to lead a group, and they still get berated by heavyweight professors until their faces turn red and ears burn.

That is to say, here, even if you are a Chief Physician you still have to lie low; you still have many places to learn.

"Perhaps the two professors see me as a guest?" Fang Ziye was slightly humble, then began washing his hands.

Coming down from the operating table, regardless of whether there is a second surgery, one must wash hands.

This is respect for oneself, and also respect for the next patient.

"There may be that factor, but more than that, it's still that your operation conquered the two professors."

"Pi Gaoxing, are you convinced or not?"

"Letting you be an assistant in front of Professor Xiao and Professor Sun — would you dare go?" Zhang Yuancong continued to PUA Pi Gaoxing.

Zhang Yuancong was asking about him going as an assistant, not as lead surgeon, and going to correct the two professors' operations.

Pi Gaoxing shook his head like a rattle; his ears even swayed left and right with the head shaking, saying: "Teacher Zhang, don't you harm me."

"Even Professor Lin can't persuade these two big shots; I dare not provoke them. My teacher isn't these two professors either; I'd rather avoid them from afar."

"Professor Lin said before, if Professor Xiao and Professor Sun could cooperate, this mangled extremity disease type might have been properly handled long ago."

"But there's been no progress either."

Pi Gaoxing meant the two professors' cooperation had no progress!

Fang Ziye could understand; both professors' respective strength, reputation, surgical skill, teams, etc. had all reached a certain level.

To truly lay everything bare and say cooperate and cooperate — where is it that easy?

Moreover, cooperating together to do surgery clinically is very similar to brothers doing business; very easy to produce disagreements because of uneven distribution, and in the end even split apart and collapse.

Fang Ziye did not reply; after washing his hands he dried them, and properly waited for Zhang Yuancong's arrangement.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuancong said: "Ziye, let's go to Professor Zheng's operating room; that operating room has Professor Zheng and Professor Lin cooperating on surgery."

"Right now it should have just started; Ziye, the surgeries you can participate in will be more."

"I'll contact them first, ask which operating room exactly!" Zhang Yuancong said and made a call; learned the operating room was at Number Eighteen.

Zhang Yuancong then brought Fang Ziye over, then turned back and said: "Pi Gaoxing, you don't go here; lest Director Lin sees you later and berates you again."

"I told you it's best you control that mouth of yours; you just don't believe it."

Pi Gaoxing lifted his neck, hehe laughed and said: "Cong Ge, if life is too proper it's too boring."

"If even spoken words have to be banned, why bother producing writing and language?"

"Speech should be free to a certain extent. Does medicine have any forbidden zones?" Pi Gaoxing brought out a set of theory Zhang Yuancong could not refute.

(Chapter End)