Chapter 493

Everyone has a special sentiment toward their own specialty, and Fang Ziye could understand Liu Huanglong's urgency at this moment.

When they reached the floor outside the animal laboratory's changing room, Fang Ziye once again carefully observed Liu Huanglong.

Liu Huanglong was completely not a "teacher" who relied on his face to make a living; with a long face, coarse nose, small eyes and short brows, Fang Ziye had reason to believe that even this "Shimu" would instinctively dislike him at a glance.

Right now Liu Huanglong's urgency made him look even more shifty-eyed.

Yuan Weihong followed behind, not saying a word, merely glancing at Fang Ziye now and then, and at Liu Huanglong now and then, the whole person appearing unfathomable.

After Fang Ziye's mobile phone vibrated once, Fang Ziye broke the silence among the three: "Teacher Liu, they are currently conducting equipment debugging in Room 1909."

Liu Huanglong nodded, and after changing into the animal laboratory's special isolation gown, even with a mask on, one could still smell that "urine stench" inside the animal laboratory.

"Ziye, this microcirculation instrument, how do you plan to use it?" Liu Huanglong asked with a hesitant expression after putting on his mask and cap and starting to move.

Fang Ziye couldn't make out Liu Huanglong's expression at this moment, and only replied instinctively: "Teacher Liu, it hasn't been made yet, so I haven't thought it through."

"Once the tool is produced, perhaps there will be more expanded applications."

The microcirculation instrument was originally intended for limb replantation surgery; Liu Huanglong was not unaware of this, yet he asked superfluously — it certainly wasn't for nothing.

In fact, Fang Ziye had already formed ideas and answers on the way from the animal laboratory to the department!

If Liu Huanglong were willing to go to Hand Surgery, Fang Ziye would be willing to hand over the subsequent research projects of this thing to him.

Fang Ziye would continue staying in Trauma Surgery, honest and straightforward, purely doing his own job as a trauma surgeon.

Perfect each corresponding research project one by one, do a series of things properly from start to finish, and these things alone would be enough to keep Fang Ziye busy for years without ever feeling bored.

"Then let's wait until after we've seen it before deciding..." Liu Huanglong's tone and mood both struggled to remain calm.

After Liu Huanglong and Yuan Weihong saw the small instrument Fang Ziye and the others had produced, they were still shocked beyond words.

The matter of Fang Ziye and the others tinkering with the microcirculation instrument was no secret.

But this thing — where is it so easy to pull off? The reason no one stepped forward to refuse was mainly out of respect for Fang Ziye's face.

Fang Ziye had privately tinkered with so many things; even if he spent a few hundred thousand on trial and error, that was perfectly justified.

The difficulty of modifying an extracorporeal circulation instrument for lower limb use is not the least bit less than originally creating treatment for mangled extremities.

So many pharmaceutical companies wanted to do this kind of thing, and in the end all came to nothing — not because they were unwilling to invest, but because there were too many factors to consider, and the required professionalism was extremely, extremely strong.

One can put it this way: especially professional doctors may not have good instrument modification foundations; people with instrument modification skills lack sufficient professional literacy.

And even if both are combined, in the improvement process, merely the data optimization and debugging can make them suspect life.

Even after completing all the above, the microcirculation instrument's clinical access devices require a highly professional surgeon and instrument engineer to ponder for a long time...

Fang Ziye's thinking, Nie Mingxian's modification ability, Nie Mingxian's professional level in vascular surgery operation and theory, Lan Tianluo's data processing and improvement ability — these just happened to jointly bring about the birth of this thing.

Upon seeing Liu Huanglong enter, Nie Mingxian proactively and enthusiastically stepped forward to report enthusiastically: "Teacher Liu, this microcirculation instrument has currently undergone multiple animal experiments..."

Liu Huanglong nodded slightly, his body trembling slightly: "Mm, done very well! ~"

Liu Huanglong's tone was complex, his gaze conflicted, his mood could only be described as a tangled ball of yarn.

Such a microcirculation instrument, the reason it is more significant than mangled extremity treatment is because it is an independent patent sample.

It can directly appear in clinics and this world in the form of a "commodity", a tool.

Just how impressive are these two characters "tool"?

Humanity has relied on various tools to slowly "tame" nature, and only thus managed to stand at the relatively top of the food chain.

For example, fire is the tool that let humans break away from eating raw meat.

For example, the invention of the car is humanity's relative liberation from walking and only being able to bear loads.

And many more...

Once such a tool comes into the world, then many mature hand surgeons will all be able to...

Similar thoughts once again circled in Liu Huanglong's mind.

Technological development is certainly not pushing technical difficulty toward complexity, but simplifying it further.

If a disease can be cured through the most unadorned method, the more unadorned the method, the greater its significance.

Take tuberculosis treatment: after initial intravenous medication, subsequent oral medication can achieve complete cure — that is the awesomeness of tuberculosis treatment.

If one day tumors can also achieve this, then the person who achieves this step will absolutely be recorded in medical history textbooks, commemorated forever.

Another more colloquial example.

Yuan Lao didn't guide many farmers to plant fields, but he deserves to be commemorated by everyone because he enabled everyone, without any prerequisite of professional knowledge, to follow the usual planting methods and produce more grain.

This is a tool.

Now, this small thing might just enable all hand surgeons capable of finger replantation to perform limb replantation surgery; its significance is bound to be extraordinary.

The names of Fang Ziye, Nie Mingxian, and Lan Tianluo might forever be recorded in the annals of Hand Surgery.

Compared to this, what is Liu Huanglong's Outstanding Youth project on peripheral nerve treatment worth?

What is a professor at Huake Peking Union Medical College Hospital worth? What is the youngest professor worth?

Although Fang Ziye has not yet fully grown, what he has accomplished is already enough to be permanently remembered by the two sub-specialties of Trauma Surgery and Hand Surgery!

Just like Academician Chen Zhongwei, permanently remembered.

Nie Mingxian then continued discussing with Lan Tianluo, while Fang Ziye occasionally offered his own opinions.

On the side, Wu Xuanqi was merely a spectator.

Liu Huanglong and Yuan Weihong, who had not participated in the project at all, could only become outsiders, watching properly and rule-abidingly, not saying a word.

Until nearly half an hour after Liu Huanglong arrived, Liu Huanglong finally murmured with gain-and-loss anxiety: "So it turns out, Hand Surgery is not a sub-specialty whose upper limit is fixed."

"How could the upper limit of a sub-specialty possibly be defined so easily?"

At this moment Yuan Weihong turned his head to look at Liu Huanglong; he was very close to Liu Huanglong, so naturally he heard Liu Huanglong's muttering clearly.

At this moment Yuan Weihong even felt Liu Huanglong was also quite pitiable!

Liu Huanglong came from Peking Union Medical College Hospital's Hand Surgery to Zhongnan Hospital's Trauma Surgery precisely to break through the upper limit.

In other words, the current him only seeks to do practical things, not economic benefits.

Liu Huanglong had already achieved financial freedom in another sense long ago; buying one or two apartments in Han City would be as simple as drinking water for him.

However, Liu Huanglong had seen things Yuan Weihong and the others had never seen, so his thoughts had long since moved beyond such simple money.

After Liu Huanglong came to Zhongnan Hospital's Trauma Surgery department, he always felt his choice was right — after all, Trauma Surgery is the cornerstone of all orthopedic subspecialties.

The more fundamental something is, the easier it is to break through the upper limit, and the harder it is to break through the ceiling; but once broken through, it is an earth-shaking tremor.

Unexpectedly, just when Liu Huanglong was flourishing in Trauma Surgery, Fang Ziye inserted himself into Hand Surgery and actually redefined the ceiling.

That is to say, in the field Liu Huanglong was most skilled at, Fang Ziye broke through the limit, even accomplishing things Liu Huanglong previously never dared imagine.

With a normal person's thinking, who could think to make an instrument for an amputated, discarded limb and re-empower it with vitality?

The reason such a device is not applicable to a living human body is mainly that it requires massive infusion of thrombolytic drugs in the short term.

Performing thrombolysis in a living body without thrombolytic indications — that is purely seeking thrills for oneself.

But!

Simply put, for a purely amputated lower limb — at least Fang Ziye has only tested lower limbs so far — subjecting it to high-dose thrombolytic drug impact therapy.

What does the thrombolytic drug ultimately impact? The microcirculation instrument, merely an extracorporeal device.

No need to worry about overall risk, no need to worry about impact on the human body, no need to consider the human body's tolerance.

"Teacher Liu, what do you think?" After Nie Mingxian and the others discussed for a while, they noticed Liu Huanglong had stopped speaking.

To show respect, Nie Mingxian asked once more.

"Huh? What did you just say?" Liu Huanglong, who had just been woolgathering, how would he know what these little ones said?

Nie Mingxian shook his head: "Nothing, Teacher Liu. I just feel it's getting late; we should go eat dinner."

Liu Huanglong was still in a daze, but he heard the two words 'eat meal' clearly and immediately said: "I'll book a place, let's go eat together."

At this time one cannot be stingy.

The subordinates produced something like this; treating them to a month of flowing banquets would not be excessive.

……

Liu Huanglong is the superior; he must personally arrange the treat. In this situation, not going would be not giving face.

After ordering, Liu Huanglong seemed to have awakened anew; his short eyebrows relaxed, tone gentle: "This time, Professor Yuan, your research group's improved microcirculation instrument device — its significance is extraordinary!"

"I believe that if the opportunity is suitable, our country's amputation rate will plummet off a cliff! ~"

"Currently, our country's limb replantation surgery technical popularity is very high; basically every important prefecture-level city can very maturely carry out similar procedures."

"To do a good job, one must first sharpen one's tools."

"I believe, with such a divine artifact's intervention, if clinical trials prove effective, it can be popularized nationwide in a short time."

"This absolutely counts as a deed of boundless merit."

Liu Huanglong even went so far as to use 'boundless merit' to describe it.

Yuan Weihong is currently Fang Ziye's master, the head of the research group; as long as it is Fang Ziye's output, it basically won't be separated from Yuan Weihong's sole operation.

Yuan Weihong just laughed heartily and accompanied with a smile: "It's all because Director Liu guided well."

After Liu Huanglong recovered his wits, he spoke with mischievous glee: "You mean Director Deng didn't guide well?"

Liu Huanglong really spoke; mainly because among everyone present, none were Teacher Deng Yong's students, so he didn't mind!

However, Liu Huanglong soon grasped Fang Ziye's dual identity.

And immediately stopped continuing with the next even more "excessive" remark.

"Teacher Liu, don't go pinning hatred on me; I never had that meaning. Toward Teacher Deng and Teacher Liu, I hold the same respect." Yuan Weihong said.

Before reaching Deng Yong's position, Yuan Weihong could never experience Deng Yong's pressure.

Now Yuan Weihong has led the group for a few months, at least nominally led the group.

Yuan Weihong finally experienced that feeling of having elders above and juniors below.

Especially Fang Ziye and those few, spending money like flowing water,

The Outstanding Youth Fund project funding Yuan Weihong applied for last year has already been burned clean by those few!

The key is there is still output.

With output, you want to cut off funding but it's impossible.

If you don't give enough money, what will Fang Ziye and them do — wouldn't they just be poached by some big shots in the hospital?

In July, when Yuan Weihong was tight on funds, the hospital even considered: why not let Fang Ziye and the others temporarily reside in other research groups, and come back when Yuan Weihong has money?

Then what the hell would Yuan Weihong be doing! ~

He directly refused on the spot, and then also started learning from Deng Yong's example, very shamelessly asking for money in the hospital.

Naturally, Yuan Weihong was originally even more 'shameless' than Deng Yong.

Plus Yuan Weihong's group's output ranks among the very best within all Han City University research groups, so he directly threatened:

If the hospital's free research funds are not biased to a certain extent, he will directly go discuss breach-of-contract penalties with Tongji Hospital!

What is a breach-of-contract penalty? It means Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye breach the contract, Tongji Hospital pays the penalty, and the two of them become free agents……

This is naturally scary, but Yuan Weihong had no way; his few hundred thousand in funds completely couldn't cover what Lan Tianluo and them burn through.

Lan Tianluo stopped all basic cell experiments in a short time, the hospital paid a bit more, and only then was it barely enough.

Hearing this, Liu Huanglong laughed: "Hey, Ziye, I have to criticize you a few sentences! ~"

"Although you work hard, do research seriously, and are ambitious in surgery, your ability to read the room is still a bit lacking."

"Don't you usually keep track of the research group's accounts?"

Liu Huanglong knew some of Yuan Weihong's matters; the reason Yuan Weihong is so strapped is that Yuan Weihong doesn't want to misappropriate the hospital's research startup funds given to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye immediately understood upon hearing this, and at the first moment looked toward Lan: "That's not right, Tianluo, didn't I tell you."

"Before I had students, the money on my grant account, you could use it too, right?"

Lan Tianluo immediately said: "It was Master who wouldn't let me use it."

Fang Ziye looked at Yuan Weihong with a complex gaze, but Yuan Weihong glanced coldly at the ceiling, playing dead.

This is a teacher's final pride and stubbornness!!! ~

Bringing students means using your own money; if you have no money, go earn it.

(Chapter End)