Chapter 490

"Ziye, the general hospital staff annual medal meeting is held in December, and the staff excellence evaluation work begins in October."

"By mid-November, it will be settled."

"Ziye, you definitely don't need to worry. Professor Deng, Professor Liu, and Director Du will certainly put your name forward."

In the Inpatient General Office, Qin Geluo ate an extra-large portion of barbecue rice while gulping down a drink with Fang Ziye.

"Ah? So comfortable."

After Fang Ziye returned from the operating room, Qin Geluo was still wandering around the department; they happened to run into each other and ordered takeout together.

Each portion of barbecue had an extra fifteen yuan worth of meat added, the main selling point being barbecue freedom.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said, "Brother Luo, will this excellence evaluation have a bonus?"

"Mm, there will definitely be a little. For attending physicians it's generally a bit over four thousand, for deputy chief physicians six thousand, and for chief physicians it should be around eight thousand."

"Ziye, you'll definitely be evaluated as an attending physician."

"Actually, the more important part of this award isn't the bonus, but preparation for professional title promotion. Current title evaluations are all points-based, you know that, right?" Qin Geluo asked.

The points system is a comprehensive assessment of all your accumulation, including but not limited to awards, papers, etc.

Fang Ziye continued nodding: "I heard my Master mention it before, but previously this kind of thing was far from me, so I didn't go into meticulous detail to understand it."

"That would be a long story. Sigh, but you don't need to understand that much right now anyway."

"When the time comes, just take your Master's materials and use them as reference. Besides, you now hold two provincial-level awards; just this one item — how many attending physicians in the whole province could be your rival?"

"You have papers, and patents too."

"Ziye, your title promotion is really f*cking comfortable." Qin Geluo let out a curse, then shoved another mouthful of rice into his mouth.

"This barbecue rice really tastes good. When I was Chief Resident, how come I didn't discover such delicious barbecue rice?"

"Maybe it's newly opened. Tingzhu recommended it to me."

"Brother Luo, if you like eating it, come keep Brother company eating here more often in the future." Fang Ziye joked.

Qin Geluo gave Fang Ziye a sideways glance and said with emotion: "It's still carefree when you don't have kids."

After the emotion, he thought again: "Add in the factor of being young, and it's even more carefree. You're not even twenty-nine this year, your family won't pressure you to marry or have kids."

Fang Ziye's birthday is December 18th.

To be precisely accurate, it's the 18th of the twelfth lunar month, but in the countryside they don't follow solar calendar birthdays, yet when registering the household registration, a birthday had to be filled in.

"We also can't experience the joy of raising kids. I see my Master seems to be quite happy in it too." Fang Ziye had no experience himself, could only guess based on his teacher's feedback.

Qin Geluo said as a matter of course: "F*ck, if I had a daughter, I'd carry her around every day. That bear cub of mine at home, I wish I could slap his butt seven or eight times a day."

"A complete little demon king, not a trace of cuteness to be found."

"Wei Ge has good fortune." Qin Geluo is now a Master's Student supervisor too.

Just the newly arrived Zhou Xiaoshan has average aptitude, definitely no way to compare with Fang Ziye; at most he counts as middling.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye said: "Brother Luo, who knows, maybe Xiaoshan will burst out at some point?"

"Accumulation leads to breakthrough. We have to give them some time too."

Qin Geluo shook his head slightly, took another sip of his drink: "Some things, hard to say..."

After Fang Ziye saw Qin Geluo out of the department, he planned to rest a bit in the Inpatient General Office.

In the afternoon he had promised Liu Haojiang to go to the Training Room for teaching; Luo Tingzhu had other anesthesia tasks; the emergency surgeries in the Emergency Department are now rotated among Jin Hongzhou, Wang Yuanqi, and others, so basically there's nothing for Fang Ziye to do.

Only, what Fang Ziye didn't expect was that his Master Yuan Weihong rushed into the Inpatient General Office from outside looking somewhat angry.

Fang Ziye hadn't even fallen asleep yet when Yuan Weihong faced him and questioned: "Ziye, this year's department excellence evaluation quota — was it taken by you?"

"Ah?" Fang Ziye hurriedly kipped up and stood.

He looked at his Master in surprise.

"Master? What do you mean?" After Fang Ziye's mind cleared, he suddenly thought of something and asked back.

And seeing Fang Ziye's expression, Yuan Weihong's anger dissipated by more than half: "If you took it, that's fine too. I thought someone was stirring up trouble again and gave it to someone else."

Yuan Weihong is thirty-five this year, the last year of youth; if he can't get the Youth Excellence Award this year, afterward he'll have to compete with deputy chief physicians.

The previous two years Yuan Weihong gave up professional title promotion in order to secure the "Lan Tianluo", so these honorary titles were naturally yielded.

But this year, Yuan Weihong just secured the Outstanding Youth Fund, originally thinking these honors would follow as a natural progression, but when he went to inquire about these matters just now, he discovered the quota had been reduced.

If it weren't for Qin Geluo inquiring with him, Yuan Weihong wouldn't have known Fang Ziye had already occupied a quota in advance.

"Master, are these two quotas very useful to you? If so, I won't take them. Anyway, I've got other awards." Fang Ziye asked.

To tell the truth, these two honors are truly optional for Fang Ziye.

Actually, they're not that useful for Yuan Weihong either?

Yuan Weihong now has an Outstanding Youth Fund project in hand; not many people in Han City University can apply for Outstanding Youth Fund; Yuan Weihong's promotion basically won't be blocked by anyone.

"That's not it. I originally planned to achieve a Small Grand Slam during my attending physician period. I thought it was Director Han who gave the award to Nie Xuehua, or gave it to someone else."

"I was afraid you don't understand anything and would be fooled by someone."

"What you got is Outstanding Youth Employee, not some other 'messy' ones?" Yuan Weihong asked.

Yuan Weihong is not a Buddhist-style attitude person; fairly competed things can only be that I don't want them, not that you tell me to not want them.

"And Excellent Scientific Research Newcomer." Fang Ziye added.

"Two items?" Yuan Weihong frowned tightly, tone slightly surprised.

But immediately, Yuan Weihong returned to normal: "Two items then. Jealousy only makes people turn purple; beyond that, they can't do anything."

"Just feels a bit like occupying the latrine without shitting."

"Master, how about I don't participate in the competition? If I don't run, Master you definitely won't have a problem." Fang Ziye didn't ask whether you want it or not.

Yuan Weihong wants it, but you can't say 'I'll yield'; Fang Ziye can only say he won't participate.

Telling Master to yield — how much face would he lose.

Yuan Weihong glanced at Fang Ziye: "Better not. If our Trauma Surgery takes it every year, the other subspecialties will have opinions."

Fang Ziye also agreed with Yuan Weihong's view. If something is always taken by one specialty, it is inevitably the prelude to an academic clique or a variant of one.

After Yuan Weihong finished speaking, he patted Fang Ziye's back of the head once again.

"Feels pretty flat. Didn't feel any rebellious bone. How come you're already snatching things from your Master now?"

"Sigh..." After Yuan Weihong finished speaking, he left the Inpatient General Office with his hands behind his back.

No other reason. Yuan Weihong came here mainly to confirm whether Fang Ziye had snatched his "Grand Slam" during his "Attending" period. Confirmed it was his own student.

As a teacher, how could he possibly contend with his own student for things?

Fang Ziye is still young now. There are still seven or eight years before middle age. Before Fang Ziye grows up in age and stature, Fang Ziye definitely cannot snatch his things.

You can't really let a young person hold the "Middle-aged" title, right?

Give Fang Ziye a Retirement Card?

Doesn't exist.

Yuan Weihong's mood was still very good. Just after walking out of the office, Yuan Weihong turned back in: "Ziye, are you free today? If so, come to the Animal Experiment Lab."

"I'll bring you along and."

"Me and you and Jie Han and a few others will Discuss together."

Yuan Weihong originally wanted to say bring you guys, but that was bringing Jie Han. Bringing Lan Tianluo could also be said. After all, Lan Tianluo still has a foundation that isn't solid enough.

But this freak Fang Ziye defies the normal speed of knowledge growth in nature. In nature, only freakish growth is unreasonable.

"Master, I promised Liu Haojiang this afternoon to go to the Training Room and give them a demonstration." Fang Ziye said while handing Yuan Weihong a bottle of iced Coffee.

After Yuan Weihong took the Coffee, he walked to the Refrigerator, took a bottle of Dongfang Shuye Oolong Tea, and put the Coffee inside.

"Since you promised, forget it then."

"At the Hospital's staff general meeting later, remember to go accept the award. Show your face in front of everyone. This will accumulate your Connections inside the Hospital very well."

"This will make your future work more Convenient." After Yuan Weihong gave this Guidance, he finally pushed the door and left.

After Fang Ziye said "Thank you, Master," he truly took a little rest.

Afternoon, five minutes to two.

After Fang Ziye stood up, he found Liu Haojiang's WeChat and sent him a Voice Message call.

After it connected, Fang Ziye could still hear the sound of Liu Haojiang organizing his Fellow Trainees on the other end: "Everyone prepare the questions you want to ask. Consulting Industry Brother, don't just think about letting Industry Brother find flaws for you."

"Industry Brother. When can you come to the Training Room?" Liu Haojiang asked enthusiastically.

Hearing Liu Haojiang's enthusiasm, Fang Ziye was reluctant at heart but still stated his decision: "Haojiang, tell the Fellow Trainees. Just say I'm not available today. I have a very, very, very important thing to do right now."

"So, I have to stand you up once. The demonstration time, move it to tonight or whenever tomorrow."

Just now, Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi sent messages to Fang Ziye, asking him to come evaluate the final effect of that Micro Blood Circulation Instrument with them.

If they haven't messed up, the optimization of this Circulation Instrument has already been completed by Nie Mingxian.

And Nie Mingxian said to have Fang Ziye conveniently call Lan Tianluo to help record data, and then conduct analysis.

Liu Haojiang let out an "Eh," obviously very Disappointed, but quickly collected his Emotions: "It's okay, Industry Brother. You're busy with your thing first. We'll practice on our own."

"Haojiang, hmm, this matter is very important. In a couple days you should know what this is about."

"Sorry. Explain it well to the Fellow Trainees. You take them out for something good to eat tonight. Put it on my tab." Since Fang Ziye couldn't fulfill the promise, he could only Treat to apologize.

Although there was no teaching obligation, after all it was a promised matter, and it was his own side unilaterally going back on his word.

However, the matter Nie Mingxian told Fang Ziye about is a hundred times more meaningful than the demonstration.

Once that Microcirculation Instrument's optimization is complete, and the Limb Replantation Technique is developed, Fang Ziye can very confidently say to many people.

You're all Garbage here. I've entered the scene...

Although one can't do this, expressing its Meaning this way is no problem!

After hanging up, Fang Ziye hurriedly dialed Lan Tianluo's number.

Lan Tianluo seemed to be chatting with someone. When he answered, there was a female voice beside him. But after Fang Ziye explained the content clearly.

Lan Tianluo immediately said: "Senior Brother, wait half an hour. I'll take a taxi back right away! ~"

"Where did you go? How come it's so far?" Fang Ziye Asked More.

Now Lan Tianluo is also being valued to take over Emergency Surgery. In principle, he must Arrive at the Emergency Department within twenty minutes.

"Today I took a small leave with Master. Originally Master was heading to the Emergency Department at the First Time."

"Senior Brother, Rest Assured. Half an hour. I'll definitely arrive!" Lan Tianluo did not deeply Explain what he was doing.

But Lan Tianluo expressed his stance. At this important moment, he will arrive. He won't Delay Time because of a date.

Truthfully, Nie Mingxian's Progress, Fang Ziye also cannot constantly ask about it. Nie Mingxian also won't report at any time.

But Fang Ziye guesses Nie Mingxian has accelerated Progress. Estimates it's because he didn't negotiate successfully with Liu Guo, so he stopped slacking off.

Nie Mingxian has to leave Han City in October, return to Jingdu.

He must finish this Research Project before leaving. Otherwise later there might be nothing to do with Nie Mingxian anymore.

Not saying there's no credit of Nie Mingxian. But no business of his.

For a person truly doing a profession, this is a very painful thing.

In ten-odd minutes Fang Ziye arrived at a certain Lab inside the Animal Experiment Center, looking at Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi's "Operation Achievement."

The Rabbit Leg after Amputation, its blood vessels still beating normally. The small portable Blood Circulation Device automatically Absorbed venous blood and pumped it back into arterial blood.

And Nie Mingxian also very well solved the Influencing Factor of different blood vessel diameters.

"Ziye, from the arterial end the measured blood oxygen index is as high as 80%. It can be inferred that this small Instrument can increase the preservation time of amputated limbs by nearly dozens of times or even a hundred times!"

"A preservation period of over three hundred hours. Enough to fly around the Earth once!"

Nie Mingxian, an adult who had experienced great ups and downs, at this moment held Wu Xuanqi's right hand with his left hand, and Fang Ziye's left hand with his right hand.

It trembled lightly twice.

All three people present knew the meaning of this thing; although its volume was not large, the energy it released would certainly make the entire Orthopedics Department tremble.

It might even change the guidelines for amputation surgery in the future, change the Orthopedics Department's textbooks.

Although it was just such a small little thing! ~

"Eighty percent, much higher than the sixty percent I expected..." Fang Ziye muttered, his mood also becoming complex at this moment.

(Chapter End)