Chapter 489

Fang Ziye was of course joking, continuing to lead Liu Haojiang as they held scalpels and incised the patient's skin, asking with a smile:

"Teacher Liu, today Senior Brother Wu didn't come down with you? I saw him with you this morning."

As the team's coordination proficiency improved, Fang Ziye's own grasp of the surgery deepened further, and he even gained a certain confidence in treatment quality.

Now functional reconstruction surgery naturally no longer required the same rigor as when this technique was first started, maintaining a silence.

The more proficient the team's coordination, the higher the fault tolerance, the better the atmosphere in the operating room, including the circulating nurses and instrument nurses, who currently all roughly understand what kind of instrument is needed at which step.

Only if there are variables does the lead surgeon need to give special instructions.

There are also differences in qualification between instrument nurses and instrument nurses in the operating room; a good instrument nurse is not less than a good assistant.

The instrument specialty nurses of Trauma Surgery were specially transferred by Professor Du Xinzhan and Professor Deng Yong from Orthopedics Department, the relatively strongest nursing team, precisely to make Trauma Surgery's mangled extremity and functional reconstruction surgery into a benchmark.

Professor Du Xinzhan is not stupid; he is from Joint Surgery, so poaching Fang Ziye to Joint Surgery is certainly unrealistic; he himself coming to Trauma Surgery to 'pick peaches' makes it easy to pick out problems.

He himself is Orthopedics Department's Chief Director; no matter how Fang Ziye develops Trauma Surgery, he has the reputation of managing it well, promotion and raise are a given.

It's just that as a leader, if something goes wrong, the one who takes the blame is also Professor Du.

This is the leader's fault tolerance range, very wide but also very narrow.

Under such factors, it would be strange if Professor Du didn't want to give Fang Ziye's team a better professional nursing team.

"Wu Xuanqi and Nie Mingxian went out together, should be some important animal experiment to do, specifics I didn't ask." Liu Huanglong replied while putting on a sterile surgical gown.

"Ziye, I've already contacted many hospitals in Han City; once these hospitals encounter upper limb mangled extremity, they will prioritize referring to our hospital."

"But if the patient's vital signs are endangered, they may still choose timely amputation to save life; we cannot do surgery for the sake of doing surgery."

Such case sources initially require you to seek through your own connections.

And after you build a reputation, peers will recommend to you.

Just like now with lower limb functional reconstruction and mangled extremity, as long as it's a unit familiar with Zhongnan Hospital, they will directly recommend patients to come here for treatment.

Some hospitals even do a phase-one temporary hemostasis surgery in their own hospital, then have the patient transferred here.

This is trust in Zhongnan Hospital, and also the 'territory' built by Professor Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao and others.

Having capability is one thing, having connections is another category of matter.

"Thank you Teacher Liu, this is as it should be." Fang Ziye smiled and nodded.

Cannot do surgery for the sake of doing surgery; everything prioritizes life.

Save life first, treat disease after.

Liu Huanglong, who was putting on gloves, paused in his movement, saying: "If someday you and little Nie and them really make that limb-salvage divine artifact, I feel the entire Eastern Han trauma field will be blown into a mess by you."

"The trauma field I speak of is not merely just Trauma Surgery."

As a professor, as a top expert, Liu Huanglong naturally knows just how powerful and important that micro blood circulation instrument is.

Applying it in replantation surgery is merely Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian's initial presumption; could it only be applied to replantation surgery?

It is not!

If its quality is very good, the old batch of large blood purification devices may all be 'killed off' by it!

Even later, a large portion of hemorrhagic diseases can be rescued through this kind of micro blood circulation instrument.

If it becomes a mandatory link on ambulances, then Fang Ziye relying on just this one thing could even ascend all levels under Eastern Han's highest hall.

What Distinguished Youth, what Changjiang Scholar, minor Changjiang, completely not a problem...

But wanting to reach the Academician level is impossible.

The concept of this micro blood circulation instrument, after all, replicates the basic principle of large equipment; Fang Ziye merely optimized it, not original creation!

"Take it slow, Professor Liu, we for now are just for our team's more convenient work, able to provide a standardized treatment for our Trauma Surgery's common disease types."

"As for the rest, for now they are all not within our consideration scope." Fang Ziye is also not anxious.

Haste makes waste; soup simmered on low heat tastes best.

Fang Ziye also hates that he can't make it in one night, even having a divine technique where all his patients recover one hundred percent.

But this is just hating that he can't; things that can't be done even with 'cheats', don't bring them into dreams.

Morning, eleven o'clock, as surgery neared its end, Liu Huanglong as first assistant straightened from his bent posture over the operating table.

Tone emotional and inspiring:

"This is another high-quality, silky-smooth surgery."

Vice Professor Chen Fang also nodded happily: "Professor Liu, today Ziye's participation should be around thirty percent, we've improved again from last time."

"Strive for next time to reduce Ziye's participable degree to the low twenties."

As a surgeon, who doesn't want to be able to do what many others cannot.

Scarce and thus sought after.

If one learns this surgery, going directly to Jingdu, Magic Capital, Pengcheng these places, absolutely easily million annual salary or even more.

But at that time, even Chen Fang wouldn't think about how to earn money well.

"Yangtze rear waves push front waves, front waves all die like this. Ziye, do you feel this kind of pressure?" Liu Huanglong looked at Fang Ziye meaningfully, asking.

If Liu Huanglong didn't make this analogy, Fang Ziye really hadn't thought in this direction.

But now that he makes this analogy, it seems to be so.

Although currently his title is subordinate, his technology belongs to 'superior'; this feeling of being pushed to the edge step by step by a latecomer is indeed 'subtle'.

All domestic and foreign professional technicians fear a 'teach disciple, starve master' feeling.

Naturally, because medical technology learning curve is so long, learning progress speed so slow, this trend is relatively not that strong.

But at this moment, Fang Ziye indeed somewhat experiences that 'feeling' of his masters.

Originally still fine, he on the operating table could point out the landscape, everyone revolved around him.

But slowly, his sense of participation becomes less and less, the irreplaceability of his mastered technology also becomes weaker and weaker, until finally even approaching zero.

This is not the first time.

The routine treatment of mangled extremities, from when Nie Mingxian and Lan Tianluo first began advancing, caused Fang Ziye's operations to become fewer and fewer, until now Fang Ziye doesn't even need to perform emergency surgeries related to mangled extremities.

For the current functional reconstruction surgery, Professor Liu Huanglong can also lead an associate professor to easily replicate about seventy percent of the operations, just lacking that final tremble.

Liu Huanglong can then independently run the operating room, no longer needing to rely on Fang Ziye.

Hearing about it and experiencing it oneself are, of course, not the same thing. Fang Ziye looked indifferently at the remaining operations on the operating table, felt there was no longer any need to worry, and then slowly stepped back.

While taking off his sterile surgical gown, he said: "Teacher Liu, I now have a dual identity, so I may not feel it as keenly."

"Of course, my mood is indeed very complex — both happy and a bit disappointed, with a sense of becoming useless."

Liu Huanglong said: "So, Ziye, you must hurry forward, climb upward, because you are now the team leader, so you must be superior to the other team members you lead."

"Otherwise, when everyone's strength is about the same, you can only rely on seniority to lord it over others."

"When your capability surpasses others', and you are still the team leader, it cannot be called relying on seniority to lord it over others."

Liu Huanglong very cruelly tore off the hazy raincoat draped over Fang Ziye's outer garment, directly poking out the essence of this matter.

"Brother, once your technique is about to be learned by others, you must charge forward, charge to the very front of everyone, only then can you still command respect."

"Otherwise, you are just relying on seniority to lord it over others."

Fang Ziye looked thoughtfully at Liu Huanglong. Liu Huanglong still said very cruelly: "Don't look at me. Learning and developing things yourself are just like this."

"Leading some people with good aptitude, joy and pressure are doubly intertwined."

"For example, Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi, Lan Tianluo and them — any new technology you independently develop, as long as it is a mature technique, they all have the opportunity to absolutely master it within three months."

"In about half a year they can become very proficient. This is their aptitude."

"While you, researching and developing these techniques, even need several years or even a decade of painstaking effort."

"This is the principle of unbalanced supply. This is also the fundamental reason why many master-disciple lineages ultimately get divided into many small sects."

"There is not a single teacher who can catch up to their own students' learning speed!"

"The essence inside is very realistic. Trace it to the root, and it is actually the character 'profit', or a variant of 'profit'."

The so-called 'profit' is nothing more than: students do things for the master, the master only needs to provide funding and research direction, the master provides students with learning resources and platforms, with learnable content.

This is a kind of equivalent exchange hidden beneath the master-disciple relationship.

Just like the current Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong — this kind of equivalent exchange actually no longer exists.

And the reason Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong's relationship is still good is that Yuan Weihong took a step back first. He relegated himself to the second line, letting Fang Ziye charge to the front.

Letting Fang Ziye eat a bigger piece of the pie. He is willing to help support Fang Ziye moving forward.

Even Teacher Deng Yong is the same.

This is still profit.

Just a bit reversed — Fang Ziye brings fame and profit to the two masters, they do some things for Fang Ziye, give some connections, foundation, relationship management, etc.

"Teacher Liu, don't say such cruel things."

"Actually, living a bit muddle-headed is better." Fang Ziye was unwilling to admit that his relationship with Yuan Weihong was a kind of 'equivalent exchange', or 'non-equivalent exchange'.

When he had nothing, his master's kindness was that pure.

"Haha..." Liu Huanglong laughed as he stepped down from the platform, hooked his chin:

"Want to go light a stick of happiness with me?"

Fang Ziye still shook his head and politely refused: "Teacher Liu, I still don't want to learn to smoke right now."

"Mm, not smoking is very good."

"But not smoking is also a pity." After Liu Huanglong said this, he walked off on his own.

In one morning, he only smoked one at eight-something. Now it's already approaching twelve o'clock.

During surgery, the surgical procedure diverted his attention, so Liu Huanglong didn't feel anything. But now, he needs to go to a private space, slowly light one up...

Fang Ziye opened his phone to check his missed calls — none. But among his unread WeChat messages, one was very eye-catching.

From Dean Wang.

Fang Ziye hurriedly opened it to look: "Ziye, you've only been employed this year and already won the provincial Natural Science Foundation award. The practical awards our hospital can give you are a bit insufficient."

"But our hospital leadership still unanimously decided to give you two titles: Youth Excellent Employee and 'Excellent Scientific Research Newcomer', better than nothing."

"You'll need to come accept the award then, and give an acceptance speech."

Dean Wang's words were very polite.

But this is also fact.

The Provincial Natural Science Award is a provincial-level award. When evaluating professional titles, it gives the most points. The same type of award cannot give points simultaneously; there is a cap.

The hospital's small awards indeed don't have much effect on Fang Ziye.

But the problem is, the hospital has no way either. Fang Ziye's growth speed is too fast.

The hospital can give the best to Fang Ziye, but if it's useless to Fang Ziye, the hospital can't go find an honor title more awesome than a provincial award for Fang Ziye either.

"Dean Wang, you're joking. Since there's an award to receive, I'll definitely go." Fang Ziye didn't ask when it would start.

"Thank you, Dean Wang, for your promotion and cultivation."

Dean Wang remembering that he was to receive an award was already not bad. Fang Ziye didn't pursue asking what time the award ceremony would be held.

Fang Ziye could ask himself. If you ask the dean the specific time, he would similarly still have to ask someone.

Just, Fang Ziye also thought that he should find time to visit Dean Wang.

The other party's kindness to him belongs to duty-bound matters, yet is also a kind of personal favor and care.

One asks: which chief resident can now directly report to Dean Wang? Or rather, besides him Fang Ziye, which chief resident's matters would Dean Wang directly inquire about?

Only this one in the entire hospital.

No one else dares to order Fang Ziye around here. This is an atmosphere Dean Wang Xinghuan established for Fang Ziye, and is also the fundamental reason why the promotion of mangled extremity treatment in Trauma Surgery has been so smooth.

Han Yuanxiao wanted to stir up trouble, so he directly got Han Yuanxiao, this troublemaker, transferred out.

Although the investigation involved other people, the person who decided to transfer Han Yuanxiao to Hand Surgery was, after all, Dean Wang Xinghuan leading the team.

Dean Wang didn't reply again; he must be busy too, and Fang Ziye didn't wait for his reply either.

Instead, he walked back to the Department on his own to wait for the lunch Takeout, in a great Mood...

The Hospital's Awards are all Evaluate Excellence Honors; a Mosquito may be small but it's still Meat, just Don't Know How Much money there is.

(Chapter End)