Chapter 488

Worrying about gains and losses isn't Fang Ziye's character; once he decides on something, he does it — as long as he keeps his true heart, doing things doesn't necessarily require adhering to form.

Chen Guangbai is indeed one of the "connections" with the greatest influence, most capable of spreading mangled extremity limb-salvage surgery and functional reconstruction surgery, that Fang Ziye can currently access.

Rather than handing it to someone he doesn't know, better to cooperate with Chen Guangbai — at least Fang Ziye still knows Old Doctor Chen, at least he knows him.

Fortunately, Old Doctor Chen still has enough influence to keep him in check; anyway, Chen Guangbai used to be an excellent traditional Chinese medicine doctor.

He still is now, except he no longer practices medicine.

Just after hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye frowned again at the few unread messages on his phone.

It's only Monday, and the "Teacher" Zhang Yuancong from Magic Capital Sixth Hospital has already sent an invitation asking if Fang Ziye has time this weekend.

In fact, Fang Ziye only rushed back from Magic Capital this past Saturday morning.

It's still ward round time now, so Fang Ziye can pretend he's doing handover rounds and delay replying a bit longer.

At the same time, Teacher Xue Tao from Hubei Provincial People's Hospital, Long Yuan from Tongji Hospital, and even Wu Xuanqi right in the department all sent similar messages this morning.

Hoping Fang Ziye can come give a small exchange session...

No other reason — currently the demand for this functional reconstruction surgery is too huge; Zhongnan Hospital's clinical groups simply can't meet it, and many people want to bypass Zhongnan Hospital and go to other hospitals to get surgery done as soon as possible.

As more and more people recover after surgery at Zhongnan Hospital, this desire becomes even more urgent.

Demand determines supply; wherever there's a gap in demand, a corresponding "market" will arise, attracting people to develop in this direction.

More importantly, influential people from Jingdu, Magic Capital, and several surrounding provinces also want to come here for surgery.

Eastern Han's population base is too large; even a one-in-ten-thousand incidence rate yields over a hundred thousand patients on that massive population base.

And in reality, the patient population with mobility impairment due to nerve and muscle damage is far more than one in ten thousand.

"Actually if it were just one invitation I'd be very happy, but when it comes to making a choice, I'm unhappy again."

In the Inpatient General Office, Fang Ziye was anxiously worried.

Truly hard to choose!

From the perspective of personal sentiment, Fang Ziye should agree to Xue Tao.

It's been less than a year since returning from Enshi; Xue Tao's care during his time in Enshi is something Fang Ziye never dared to forget.

From the perspective of technical reserves and sincerity in learning, Fang Ziye should choose Magic Capital Sixth Hospital.

Magic Capital Sixth Hospital is a renowned hospital; its orthopedics department is extremely powerful with deep foundations — it's definitely the fastest to routinely develop these two surgical techniques, requiring the smallest teaching investment.

Magic Capital Sixth Hospital was previously able to invite a resident physician like himself to perform surgery; that breadth of mind alone is enough to make Magic Capital Sixth Hospital's orthopedics endure.

And from the perspective of frequency of interaction, Tongji Hospital is the place Fang Ziye should go most.

Wu Xuanqi, Professor Duan Hong — they have the most frequent interactions with Fang Ziye.

The initial prototype of the mangled extremity research project was proposed by Professor Duan Hong; after his own master Deng Yong intervened, he took over the project.

"..."

Tap tap tap.

While Fang Ziye was still hesitating, the door to the Inpatient General Office was knocked; Peng Bing, Vice Professor Chen Fang's first-year master's student, pushed the door open lightly.

"Industry Brother, Professor Liu sent me to say ward rounds are done; my master and them have already gone downstairs to start surgery." Peng Bing wore a pair of glasses, looking refined and gentle.

Fang Ziye put away his phone, clicked reply to Xue Tao's long message and sent it, then said: "Good, I'm coming right away."

"Eh, Peng Bing, I heard you're also from Tianjin Medical University?"

"Then we're alumni?" Fang Ziye said as he stood up.

Fang Ziye chose to politely decline Magic Capital Sixth Hospital and Provincial People's Hospital Xue Tao's requests, agreeing to the invitation to visit Tongji Hospital again on the weekend.

There were two reasons for this choice.

Magic Capital is too far.

Tongji Hospital's technical reserves are more mature, its understanding of mangled extremity more thorough, allowing faster routine implementation.

"Yes, Teacher Fang."

"I only found out after coming to Zhongnan Hospital that you, Teacher Fang, are also from Tianjin Medical University." Peng Bing was slightly bashful.

After all, as a newcomer who just started managing beds recently, he was in a state of both awe and fear toward Fang Ziye.

Unlike those other old oil sticks who occasionally joke with Fang Ziye.

"Call me Industry Brother; I'm not used to being called Teacher Fang yet — only interns call me that."

"Let's go, we'll go down to the operating room together." Fang Ziye said.

Having just experienced a wave of "difficult choices" only superiors can make, Fang Ziye seemingly felt he was getting old.

But actually, he's only twenty-nine by nominal age.

His own master only graduated at this age; how come when it reached him, he got so many more worries?

It's just that Peng Bing doesn't have mind-reading ability; otherwise Fang Ziye would definitely be a hero again eighteen years later.

After chatting with Peng Bing, Fang Ziye learned that Peng Bing wasn't from Hubei Province but from neighboring Henan Province; however Peng Bing seemed to like Han City more and planned to develop here in the future.

No other reason — Henan Province is simply too competitive.

Peng Bing's college entrance exam score for getting into Tianjin Medical University — if given to Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye could've touched the tail of a 985 university.

"Coming to our Han City is great; aside from being a bit hot, Han City has no other problems."

"And Hubei Province has many tourist spots; just some places rip off tourists a bit, but if you prepare your strategy in advance, there's no problem at all." Fang Ziye began his "sweet-talking" technique.

Fang Ziye felt he was becoming less and less like a student; his current thinking, work, attitude — all more like a relatively mature "old oil stick."

No longer the previous him who only wholeheartedly thought about learning, about surgery, about the joy of clinical orthopedics as a graduate student.

Of course, his current situation is exactly what he'd dreamed of for years; Fang Ziye has no regrets, just a bit of emotion.

"Senior Brother, heard the anesthesiology department's Teacher Luo is Sister-in-law? Really?" Peng Bing asked after becoming a bit more familiar.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Who did you hear that from?"

Peng Bing said: "Senior Brother Feng Junfeng; he teased me, told me to be bold and ask Teacher Luo for her WeChat."

"I rushed in on a whim at first, and after getting Senior Sister Luo's WeChat I was even a bit smug, but when I turned around to tell Senior Brother Luo Xiushan, I nearly scared myself to death."

Now Professor Chen Fang's master's students have turned over another batch.

Even Wu Chengwen, who is one class below Fang Ziye, has already graduated.

Back then it was just the two first-years Nie Duo and Feng Junfeng; they've now reached their third master's year, while Luo Xiushan and Lin Zhongguo are second-year professional master's students, and both are Brother Peng's senior brothers.

"Mm, Feng Junfeng, right? He's the most mischievous in your group."

"No matter, Senior Sister Luo used to be in our Trauma Surgery too, so every one of you just needs to add her WeChat and she'll accept."

"And who knows, maybe one day Senior Sister Luo will suddenly decide to come back and work in Trauma Surgery again." Fang Ziye soothed.

Indeed, Peng Long had sufficient reason to fear his 'retaliation'.

Although he himself wouldn't do that.

"Industry Brother, just saying you and Sister-in-law are both wonderful, and sure enough it's true."

"I added Sister-in-law's WeChat last week, thought you'd come looking for trouble, and worried for several nights."

"But once, Sister-in-law suddenly sent me a few documents telling me to study hard. I knew then that Industry Brother you and Sister-in-law are both extremely, extremely amiable." Peng Long spoke while taking off his clothes to change into a green scrub suit, working hard to flatter Fang Ziye.

Luo Tingzhu is someone who loves learning, and she also likes sharing study materials with others.

It was the same with Fang Ziye before, and now it's the same with her junior fellow trainees.

At that time her sharing with Fang Ziye had nothing to do with feelings, nothing to do with love, it was purely doing scholarship.

Compared to this point, Fang Ziye felt his own study habits still weren't as good as Luo Tingzhu's.

Of course, by the time Fang Ziye realized this, these detail-handlings were already of no great use to him.

"Study well, practice well in the training room, read well, do research well; our hospital's platform and foundation are still very solid."

"Whatever level you reach in the future, there should be opportunities." Fang Ziye finished speaking, then froze stupidly for a few seconds.

This tm isn't just pie-in-the-sky promises?

Fine, Fang Ziye once again felt life is like a closed loop; the bullets he fired back then would indeed one day hit him square between the eyebrows.

If standing from the angle of senior brothers and superiors, Fang Ziye right now can only say some encouraging words to Peng Long; he can't very well say, who the hell are you?

You won't even get into a PhD program later...

So actually, sometimes the mindset isn't a personal factor, but the position you're in.

Take Han Yuanxiao — he's the director, he has to take this on, he has to consider his students...

From Han Yuanxiao himself, from Xiong Jinhuan and the others' standpoint, it's completely correct.

"Thank you, Senior Brother."

"I'm still very green, very very green." Peng Long lowered his head in embarrassment.

Fang Ziye replied, "Peng Long, you're only a first-year master's student; you should compare yourself with your classmates, not with us senior brothers."

Kidding, you're only in your first master's year, you just got in here, if you're not green who is?

At this age bracket right now, you can't even bully Han City University undergrads; before you've accumulated anything, who bullies whom is still uncertain.

Without the master's study experience, you think passing one postgraduate exam will bring a qualitative change — that's pure fantasy.

"I understand..." Peng Long really is still a good kid now.

"From now on if you don't understand something, ask more, don't be bashful; doing scholarship can't be bashful, be modest and studious, study hard and ask questions — whatever era's teaching philosophy, none agree with us being timid people in learning."

"Not knowing is fine, but not knowing and not asking — that's your fault. Not studying is also your fault."

"At least in medicine it's like this." Fang Ziye said.

These principles and bottom lines, since we've met, can also be told to the junior fellow trainees.

Medicine is different from other disciplines.

Take computer science — if I don't want to learn this language, so what, you bite me, I just won't work in this field.

But medicine won't do.

Even if you're not in Tumor Department, you still need a certain understanding of such knowledge; otherwise one day you discover a corresponding problem and don't even know there's an issue here, and don't give the patient a referral suggestion.

Hehe...

People like that should switch careers early.

Don't need you to be an expert, but you must have some understanding.

Fang Ziye and Peng Long walked chatting and laughing into the operating room, where disinfection and draping were still underway.

Neither Liu Huanglong nor Chen Fang were there; needless to say, they've definitely gone to 'Quick-Activity Forest' to light a Quick-Activity Incense.

Liu Huanglong smokes too, and Chen Fang is even more of an old smoker.

Don't know from which year the generational break started, that they stopped 'forcing' smoking.

Liu Haojiang saw Fang Ziye and said, "Industry Brother, no surgeries scheduled this afternoon, can you grace our group's brothers with a favor today and give a mini-lecture?"

"If there's no emergency consultation."

Liu Haojiang is the only PhD in the group, so he also wants to fight for Fang Ziye's teaching opportunity for the group's fellow disciples.

Unlike Associate Professor Peng Rong's group which has Xiong Jinhuan as a classmate bond, and unlike Yuan Weihong's group where Fang Ziye is their more direct senior brother.

His own group's fellow disciples have zero connection with Fang Ziye.

Can't speak of feelings, can only try asking.

"Today, today nothing scheduled, 2:30 to 4:30 PM, nothing special, you all go to the training room."

"I'll just use you as teaching guinea pigs." Fang Ziye said half-modestly, while putting both his mobile phones on the storage table.

"Industry Brother, then you'd better test more; if you don't test how do you know if it's easy to use?" Liu Haojiang with one sentence started steering the topic toward slippery ground.

Liu Haojiang finished speaking, and a certain masked beauty beside the anesthesia machine raised her head and glanced at Liu Haojiang.

Liu Haojiang saw that look and immediately explained: "Just kidding, Sister-in-law don't mind."

Luo Tingzhu lowered her head again to play on her phone.

The current pre-operative anesthesia, she has become more and more proficient at, completely no longer needing to be as trembling as before.

From May to September, four months of arduous practice have passed, Luo Tingzhu's separate anesthesia has already grasped a certain degree of fire candidate.

To become even more proficient, that is a proficiency practice problem, rather than theoretical reserve and operation reserve not enough.

Before long, Fang Ziye went on stage.

After a while more, Liu Huanglong and Chen Fang walked in arm in arm.

Liu Huanglong addressed Chen Fang as Fang Ge every sentence, while Chen Fang called him Liu Ge every sentence, the two people's feelings looking not bad either.

Chen Fang is older than Liu Huanglong.

Because Chen Fang is four years older than Yuan Weihong.

"Ziye, today preparing how many hours to solve the battle? Before lunch is there opportunity?"

"Whether my and Chen Professor's lunch can successfully invite success, all relies on Ziye your capability." Liu Huanglong entered the door, cracked a joke saying.

Fang Ziye hearing this then one hand picked up the knife preparing to open the stage, one hand said: "Liu Teacher, how about, we open the stage in the afternoon?"

"This way can guarantee you and Chen Teacher eat lunch together."

"Surgical safety."

Fang Ziye's thinking is also sufficiently tricky angle.

"Go to yours. Hurry move bricks." Liu Huanglong laughed and scolded a sentence, completely not treating Fang Ziye as a subordinate, but a friend.

(Chapter End)