Chapter 492: Insert a News Bulletin (Seeking Subscriptions)

This is life and the human world!

Different people, different identities, doing the same thing — the impression they give is completely different; many things also cannot be entirely generalized.

Wu Xuanqi said on a sudden whim: "Xian Ge, if you really abducted Liu Guo, would Professor Qian go berserk?"

Wu Xuanqi did not wait for Nie Mingxian's answer, asking and answering himself: "That seems quite interesting."

"Furious but helpless, and still a professor at that — how interesting a thing would that be?"

If Nie Mingxian were another person, Professor Qian Zhong would have means to deal with him, but since this person is Nie Mingxian, Professor Qian Zhong truly might not dare to act!

Suppose Nie Mingxian intended to stay in Orthopedics; whether it was Professor Du Xinzhan, or Liu Huanglong, or Deng Yong, none would sit idly by.

And even without them, with Nie Mingxian's current accumulation, you Professor Qian Zhong would also have to examine whether your own achievements compared to Nie Mingxian carry enough weight! ~

Nie Mingxian glanced at Wu Xuanqi and said: "What the hell is packed inside your brain?"

Wu Xuanqi replied directly: "Xian Ge, stop pretending to be high-minded; I don't believe you never had such thoughts."

"Back in Enshi, the methods your Person of Gratitude taught you, I remember profoundly."

"Imprinted into the bone!"

Wu Xuanqi directly exposed the scheme from back then; last year in Enshi, the one playing the scoundrel was naturally Wu Xuanqi — Wu Xuanqi directly went to Enshi Central Hospital to make trouble.

But the one truly pulling the strings was naturally not Wu Xuanqi.

The four words "playing both sides" were performed to perfection.

Wanting to tear up the contract, also demanding the unit compensate you money, and in the end still wanting to play the 'whore' and erect a memorial archway.

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian looked at Wu Xuanqi and said: "Qi Ge, you put your hand on your own chest and say — if I hadn't withdrawn in time back then, do you think I would be as at ease as now?"

"That pool of water, I'd rather never have participated in."

"Furthermore, the performance in Enshi recently — you didn't miss the news, did you?"

"Even the tactic of fabricating mental illness to confine someone came out; you wouldn't want me to suffer that, would you?" Nie Mingxian retorted helplessly.

Nie Mingxian indeed was 'violation' Lead Surgeon on a surgery; if he hadn't withdrawn in time, and was pursued afterward, what would Nie Mingxian do?

Future completely ruined?

When the authorities can investigate retroactively, saying you were forced — that excuse won't work anymore.

Preemptively striking first, I was already fired by the hospital — that's a separate matter.

Wu Xuanqi said: "The three of us are all from Enshi; let's not complain about home, just say — that place still has many areas needing improvement……"

Just as the few were chatting, Lan Tianluo walked in from outside carrying a bag, tone urgent: "Senior Brother, Qi Ge, Xian Ge, how are the results?"

Compared to Wu Xuanqi and Nie Mingxian, perhaps Lan Tianluo's heart for medicine is even more pure — he truly came to this specialty for love of medical science.

Therefore, any technique or innovation that can achieve something in this specialty, Lan Tianluo takes great interest in and is willing to devote thought to.

Lan Tianluo is enjoying the pleasure of relieving people's suffering.

"Currently we are waiting for the arterial and venous blood test results."

"As for the other data, you look for yourself — blood oxygen level is higher than our expectation……" Nie Mingxian replied.

Fang Ziye then relayed his discovery just now to Lan Tianluo.

"Senior Brother's output, must be a masterpiece." Lan Tianluo sincerely flattered with a pat.

Then he began recording the corresponding test data previously recorded by Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi.

This kind of raw recorded data, every single set is extremely important.

This kind of modified instrument will certainly still need debugging later — for example adjusting flow rate and volume according to the patient's gender, distinction between upper and lower limbs, limb diameter size!

How to debug relies precisely on these seemingly irrelevant related data now.

Wu Xuanqi and Nie Mingxian no longer joked, each very cautiously reporting their own recorded data one by one to Lan Tianluo.

Only when two sets of data are absolutely consistent will they be recorded inside.

This is to avoid one person's bias; although Wu Xuanqi and Nie Mingxian are not such people, the corresponding principles still must be observed.

This is the most basic quality of a scientific Worker.

Fang Ziye basically had no data to report, so he just watched the three work from the side, mind floating —

Once this small instrument comes out, it will change the entire industry's status quo, and likewise can change Fang Ziye's 'status quo'……

"Little Rabbit, thank you for your contribution." After data recording finished and the arterial/venous blood draw results came out, the four together observed a moment of silence for the euthanized little rabbit.

This time, the data they needed to collect stops here.

The subsequent plan is the relatively simple Limb Replantation Surgery.

Taking detached limbs exceeding six hours, grouped by six hours, twelve hours, eighteen hours, twenty-four hours, etc., conduct replantation surgery, observe postoperative rehabilitation effect.

The main rehabilitation effect is to see whether the replanted limb can survive postoperatively.

But that is not what needs solving now; the main thing now is still to debug the raw data well, then obtain more of these Microcirculation Instruments for subsequent animal experiments.

Haste makes waste.

The four were just planning to switch to the quiet Conference Room; Wu Xuanqi had already arranged snacks and Coffee.

However Fang Ziye's phone rang again.

Nie Mingxian and Lan Tianluo — the three of them — looked at Fang Ziye with "pitiful" eyes; it was obvious Fang Ziye would miss this complete Witness due to other matters.

But the three of them might still Witness the entire process of the new Microcirculation Instrument's debugging and debut.

"Professor Liu calling; I'll take it first." Fang Ziye shook the Mobile Phone Screen.

"You go, Ziye."

"The rest, we few can handle." Nie Mingxian said very affirmatively.

This is Nie Mingxian's affirmation of his own capability, and also hoping Fang Ziye can rest assured.

Fang Ziye first walked out of the lab, then directly walked out of the lab Building, walking toward the Orthopedics Building direction, steps steady yet floating.

Han City in September is still very hot, hot enough to make thoughts restless and unsettled.

But Fang Ziye knew that only a very small part of his restlessness came from Han City's damn weather; more of it was a hard-to-shake sense of achievement clouding his vision.

No matter what, Fang Ziye was ultimately a young man not yet thirty, about to accomplish such a meaningful thing, yet currently unable to get a collective release and venting with his companions.

It really would make the blood flow faster.

Knowing your future is promising is one thing; actually walking on the road to a promising future, growing step by step, is another matter entirely.

Passing the first floor of the Orthopedics Building, Fang Ziye even felt that the off-duty nurses were greeting him, and even the hospital's orderlies recognized him, Fang Ziye, showing him their kindest side.

When Fang Ziye suppressed all his emotions and arrived at Liu Huanglong's office, Liu Huanglong and Yuan Weihong were in the Director's Office smoking and drinking tea.

The cold AC wind blowing in the face felt great; the indoor air was cool, showing the two had been talking for quite a while.

"Teacher Liu, Master."

"Don't know what specially important matter it is?" After Fang Ziye pushed the door open and entered, he asked with a smile.

Seeing Fang Ziye enter, Liu Huanglong deliberately took out a porcelain teacup from under the desk, its base even specially labeled with Fang Ziye's engraved name.

He said: "Hot tea, drink or not?"

"You young people all seem to prefer iced drinks."

Although Liu Huanglong was asking, he was already pouring tea. If Fang Ziye refused now, wouldn't that be a bit too not giving face?

He approached, bowed slightly, then sat down properly: "Thank you, Teacher Liu."

Yuan Weihong poked his cigarette butt into the ashtray; after a faint "hiss" from the butt, he said: "You won two awards in the Provincial Natural Science Awards this year, didn't you."

"Then you didn't apply for a provincial project this year, and the relevant leaders in charge of the Provincial Natural Science Foundation called to ask."

"Saying why don't you apply and such, then the call reached our hospital's Research Department, saying they hope you can apply for a project so they can approve it on their end, roughly able to give you 500,000 in funding."

"This funding is comparable to general National General Program funding support."

Fang Ziye's first reaction was: I got planted with a project by the Provincial Natural Science Foundation Committee leaders?

Fang Ziye immediately explained: "No? Master, I don't lack funding now, and I don't have time to do so many projects either?"

"Also not?"

"I didn't even apply, how did these teachers notice me?"

Fang Ziye has a lot of things going on now; projects fundamentally can't be finished, and many projects haven't been wrapped up.

Fang Ziye is unwilling to be a person who leaves things unfinished.

How many projects currently?

Clinical projects alone: mangled extremity plus functional reconstruction of upper and lower limbs, four major categories, plus a microcirculation instrument and subsequent replantation project, that's six major projects.

If you add peripheral nerve injury functional reconstruction, it can be split into seven major clinical project categories.

In basic research, Lan Tianluo's side has a big project direction with a chance to directly get Outstanding Youth Fund waiting for him.

Master's side has HK2-related osteosarcoma and giant cell tumor of bone deeper research, like snRNA-level pathway logic analysis.

Also HK2 knockout animal model establishment and related research...

It can be said Fang Ziye can now randomly pick one to follow up on, and all can produce a lot of results.

Yuan Weihong explained: "Yes, our situation I naturally know, but the problem is, we know, but some rather enthusiastic old grandpas don't know too well."

Yuan Weihong pursed his lips toward the outside of the office.

"These retired grandpas and grandmas have a good impression of you, know you don't accept gifts from other aspects, don't know who it was, just gave that side a call."

"Then today's scene happened; you say we accept or not? If we accept, which project do we take out for the Provincial Science Foundation Committee to fund?"

"Actually we don't lack projects, but a bit lack funding." Yuan Weihong manages the household, so he knows exactly how much rice is in the family rice jar.

Fang Ziye has done too many off-curriculum projects; if he doesn't beg for rice it's fundamentally not enough for Fang Ziye to spend.

Liu Huanglong really couldn't stand it anymore; he straightened his crossed Erlang Leg and cursed: "No, Professor Yuan, Attending Fang?"

"What are you two doing?"

"Right now it's someone giving you money, not asking you for money, you two nitpicking like you're unhappy."

"If you keep being Versailles like this? Get out! ~"

Damn it, don't give face, shameless; I, a Distinguished Youth project holder, am right here, never heard of any Provincial Science Foundation Committee people giving me a bit of research funding, and you two are actually getting unhappy?

Liu Huanglong's scolding used the word "roll", enough to see he was really a bit angry inside.

Yuan Weihong immediately shut up, smiling as he opened the cigarette box, "Teacher Liu, we'll smoke ours."

"Don't mind him!"

Liu Huanglong took Yuan Weihong's cigarette; he wasn't really trying to get angry, just hoped Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong would clearly understand what place this is, behind closed doors doing Versailles no one cares.

In my office, playing this high-end Versailles set, not this insulting.

Fang Ziye waved his hand: "Master, let's not chat this topic first, I want to tell you two a very important good news."

"Counts as, super good news."

Liu Huanglong tilted his head lighting a cigarette, *click* sound, then *puff* a deep drag: "Giving you 500,000 for research, still not super good news, you tell me, what is your so-called good news?"

Yuan Weihong also side-eyed Fang Ziye.

"Master, the basic data of the microcirculation instrument we modified in cooperation with Nie Mingxian has been fully admitted, they're heading over now."

*Bang! ~* Yuan Weihong trembled, the lighter's gas valve opened too wide, and his hands trembled a bit, directly singeing his eyebrow a little.

The smell of denatured protein spread, mixed with the cigarette smell, an indescribable complexity.

Yuan Weihong casually scraped it, then threw the lighter and the cigarette in his right hand directly into the ashtray, to hell with Huanghelou Cigarette Cigarette.

"What did you just say?" Yuan Weihong's tone was dry and hoarse like an old duck.

Liu Huanglong held his breath, barely snapped back to senses, also extinguished the cigarette in his hand, afraid it would affect his audio-visual.

Fang Ziye carefully recounted to Yuan Weihong and Liu Huanglong the things he and Nie Mingxian's group saw today.

"Master, Teacher Liu, according to our final test results, the microcirculation instrument can supply 80% blood oxygen content to the severed limb, and metabolic waste clearance rate as high as 99%."

"Within eight hours post-amputation, as long as nutrition and electrolyte supplementation are configured, the affected limb's preservation has completely no problem, and no necrotic substances surge into the blood circulation."

"They're currently going to adjust the parameters on the other circulation machines; I expect within a few days we'll be able to conduct routine limb transplantation animal trials on a batch scale," Fang Ziye said calmly.

Liu Huanglong was the first person who couldn't sit still; he grabbed his cigarette box with his left hand and stood up, breathing urgent, tone panicked: "Go, take me there!"

Limb transplantation, strictly speaking, belongs to the business of Hand Surgery; it is an extension of Hand Surgery's current Limb Replantation Surgery, and if one says Hand Surgery's ceiling will be reconstructed, this technique is undoubtedly a new round of medical revolution.

(Chapter End)