Chapter 494: Dean's Talk (Asking for Subscriptions)

Liu Huanglong understood Yuan Weihong's mood at this moment and took the initiative to defuse the situation: "Ziye, I'm the one who let the topic go off track; none of this is important."

"Let's talk about something else instead?"

Everyone has their own pride.

As a teacher, begging for funding from a student is akin to using a woman's dowry.

At this moment Wu Xuanqi was the most thoughtful, swiftly shifting the topic: "Ziye, this microcirculation instrument, how do you plan to use it?"

Fang Ziye looked at Nie Mingxian: "Xian Ge and I haven't discussed this properly yet, but however it's used, it will be used clinically."

Fang Ziye had ideas, but it was hard to judge which was better.

Choosing this way would mean abandoning many things.

Nie Mingxian was very clear-headed at this moment and shook his head: "Ziye, I'm just a modifier; I'm not getting involved in this."

Living under others, one truly cannot treat oneself as the master; at least the current identity is not suitable.

From Fang Ziye proposing this concept, designing the corresponding concepts, to theoretical guidance...

Nie Mingxian actually only did the work of a modification worker applying the concepts and theory to reality.

Liu Huanglong wanted to speak but stopped.

It was Wu Xuanqi who shallowly expressed his most genuine thought: "A tool must be placed in the most suitable position to exert maximum efficiency."

"This microcirculation instrument can actually exert its greatest effect in Hand Surgery."

Yuan Weihong glanced at Wu Xuanqi but didn't speak.

Liu Huanglong, however, knew that Wu Xuanqi's suggestion required Fang Ziye to give up too much; the subsequent research projects on Replantation Surgery would all be intercepted by others.

From a selfish perspective, waiting until Fang Ziye finished the Replantation Surgery project before making this public, keeping all the research benefits in his own hands, would be the most suitable.

After all, Fang Ziye's team had worked so hard for this for so long; why shouldn't they make a name for themselves based on it?

"How about we eat first."

"Regardless of subsequent choices, this is a great joy for both our large team and our large Orthopedics Department." Liu Huanglong then shifted the topic elsewhere.

Throughout the whole process, Lan Tianluo didn't reply.

Aside from discussing professional issues, he rarely interfered in other aspects.

The meal ended.

Yuan Weihong brought his two disciples walking back to Zhongnan Hospital, pausing on the bridge spanning the Chu River, looking at Fang Ziye: "Ziye, do you already have an idea in mind?"

Lan Tianluo turned toward Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye nodded lightly: "Master, my idea is to hand this thing over to Professor Liu Huanglong and let him take it to Hand Surgery."

"With this microcirculation instrument, our hospital's Hand Surgery will absolutely not plummet; as for what happens afterward, that's not something I can control."

"At least this way, Teacher Deng can return."

Fang Ziye's tone was very calm, and the content he expressed included a point that Yuan Weihong might not like.

Deng Yong was also Fang Ziye's teacher and treated Fang Ziye very well; when the two had conflicts, Fang Ziye caught in the middle had the hardest time.

Fang Ziye's perspective was no longer as ignorant as before; he could see a broader vision—

After Deng Yong's return, never mind others, Li Yuanpei, Qin Geluo and others brought up single-handedly by Deng Yong would certainly return to Deng Yong's Group.

The only ones Yuan Weihong could keep would be Fang Ziye, Lan Tianluo, Jie Han and a few others.

In this way, Yuan Weihong could be described as a 'lonely ruler'.

Yuan Weihong nodded, looking at Fang Ziye with some surprise: "You don't want to use Hand Surgery as a stepping stone to promote yourself?"

Fang Ziye following Liu Huanglong to Hand Surgery was a shortcut stepping stone; the current Hand Surgery could be described as 'a hundred wastes awaiting revival'!

This is an excellent place for gilding; Fang Ziye does not lack Hand Surgery ability.

Wherever one treats patients is treating patients; there is no need to pick time and place.

Fang Ziye said: "Master, promotion is definitely something I think about."

"Under the same labor input, a higher professional title can bring more returns..."

Yuan Weihong interrupted: "That's you; it doesn't represent everyone."

People with high professional titles have higher salary compensation because they possess irreplaceability, or one could say it's because their strength increased that their salary is high.

But Fang Ziye is an exception.

"You continue."

Fang Ziye continued: "Master, there are too many things I want to do, so I don't want to mess up my route further."

"Regarding the conventional treatment plan for Mangled Extremity, it is still under exploration; the Upper Limb clinical trial for Mangled Extremity and Functional Reconstruction has only just begun."

"If I go to Hand Surgery at this time purely for promotion, it is not conducive to future development, and it is irresponsible to the patients currently in the department."

Fang Ziye stood at attention, nodded solemnly: "This is not arrogance, but because I can actually do these things."

Fang Ziye didn't exactly feel sorry for those patients in the department; that was certainly a factor.

More than that, Fang Ziye wanted to solidly push the current research projects to completion.

To tell the truth, if Fang Ziye really went to Hand Surgery, Fang Ziye himself doesn't know how many more pits he would dig out; by then it would be even harder to extricate himself.

This isn't Fang Ziye bragging.

Possessing Level 5 Hand Surgery basic theory, in Fang Ziye's view, Hand Surgery is full of research directions everywhere; every branch has the opportunity to go deep...

"Then do you know how much you're giving up once you decide this?" Yuan Weihong countered.

"These things, if kept here, can at least let one person easily retain a hospital position; even those who can't stay, going to the Provincial People's Hospital is no problem."

Lan Tianluo and Fang Ziye both glanced at Yuan Weihong.

You're getting arrogant, Master.

Since when does the Provincial People's Hospital need to scavenge leftovers from Zhongnan Hospital?

Of course, Fang Ziye knew Yuan Weihong was stating facts — PhDs coming out of Trauma Surgery now, if they've had a few years of immersion and some accumulation, really could get hired at the Provincial People's Hospital even if they couldn't stay at Zhongnan.

Whereas before, those Zhongnan Hospital couldn't retain, the Provincial People's Hospital wouldn't want either.

Lan Tianluo said: "Master actually wasn't wrong either; I heard it from Senior Brother Li."

"The leaders at Shaoqing Senior Brother's unit are all asking whether Senior Brother Sun has learned the skills corresponding to mangled extremity injuries."

"Senior Brother Sun said no, so their unit plans to send Senior Brother Sun back for advanced study next year."

Because of the research project Fang Ziye produced, not only do later students benefit enormously, even students who previously graduated from Zhongnan Hospital might benefit as a result.

Yuan Weihong caught another layer of meaning, and smiled: "Right, Ziye, you've already done more than enough for the department."

"There's also no reason to demand you leave everything behind — the department isn't without things to do."

"The department isn't without honors to be won either……"

Yuan Weihong's feelings for Hand Surgery were naturally not deep; however, Trauma Surgery has enough work to keep one busy for a long time.

"Go on, all of you go back and rest, rest well." Yuan Weihong waved his hand.

……

The next day.

In the morning, on the return journey from their run, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu were running back when Fang Ziye opened his phone and saw a WeChat message from Dean Wang Xinghuan.

"Ziye, if you're free today, come to my office."

"Mm, it's the Hospital Director's Office."

The Dean indeed has many offices — besides the departmental office, there's the laboratory office, and then there's the Hospital Director's Office.

"Alright, Dean Wang." Fang Ziye replied immediately.

The Dean summons you — even if you're not free you have to manufacture free time, right?

"Senior Brother, pay." Luo Tingzhu was twisting the hot dry noodles the boss had packed.

She hadn't brought her phone out, so she could only have Fang Ziye settle the bill.

The women's sportswear Luo Tingzhu bought had no pockets; if she wanted to carry a phone she'd have to hold it.

Usually when the two went running, they only brought one phone.

"Boss, how much?"

"Twenty-eight."

Fang Ziye knew Luo Tingzhu definitely bought beef hot dry noodles.

Could only say it was a bit pricey; Fang Ziye paid without any hesitation.

On the way back, Fang Ziye continued asking: "Tingzhu, you really don't want to graduate early? Your teachers all want you to stay at the hospital and start working early."

Luo Tingzhu shook her head decisively: "No no no, I still want to study a few more years."

"If I hadn't signed up for the eight-year program from the start, I'd even want to study a few more years."

The eight-year program is bachelor-master-doctorate integrated.

The five-year program's 5+3+3 is eleven years; if you add two more years of postdoctoral, it's thirteen years.

Luo Tingzhu seems to really like studying.

Fang Ziye was even more curious: "Don't you like the feeling of treating and saving people more? Don't you want to start working early and show your prowess in clinical practice?"

The two climbed the stairs simultaneously, Luo Tingzhu in front, Fang Ziye behind.

They didn't walk side by side blocking the way.

Although it was only a little past six, there were early-rising grandpas and grandmas going out to buy vegetables; encountering them made stepping aside inconvenient.

Luo Tingzhu didn't reply promptly, and Fang Ziye fell quiet for the time being.

By the time the two returned home, while changing into slippers, Luo Tingzhu finally said: "Sharpening the knife doesn't delay the woodcutting."

"Senior Brother, I have clinical experience, I have operative experience, I have anesthesia experience, I've encountered patients, so I know."

"Reading more books will only further advance my technique."

"And my studying is also in the clinical setting."

After Luo Tingzhu walked to the table in her slippers, she opened the hot dry noodles and started mixing them while saying: "What I might not want even more is promotion."

Fang Ziye suddenly found Luo Tingzhu somewhat incomprehensible.

Someone this driven — could still not want promotion?

Of course, Fang Ziye soon understood in his heart.

Fang Ziye probed: "Actually we can hire someone."

Luo Tingzhu shook her head extremely, extremely decisively: "Wrong. If a child is born, even if grandpa and grandma bring them up, they definitely can't compare to the parents raising the child themselves."

"This is my personal experience."

Fang Ziye stopped arguing.

This is an extremely sharp contradiction.

Two career fanatics together — they definitely can't take care of the home; compared to Fang Ziye, Luo Tingzhu's career might not be as excellent, so she chose to give it up.

Who doesn't want promotion?

Luo Tingzhu has paid so much for medicine — does she not want to become an expert, a professor?

It's just that Luo Tingzhu considers factors more comprehensively than he does.

This problem has no solution.

Fang Ziye fell silent and started eating his noodles.

He likes Luo Tingzhu; he hopes she's happy, hopes she can have her own hobbies, rather than for some reason severing her dreams, abandoning her hobbies, becoming half "living dead".

But the reason Luo Tingzhu put forth left Fang Ziye powerless to refute.

People reaching middle age — perhaps regardless of wealth or poverty — all have endless worries entangling them, right.

After eating breakfast, to save time, the two bathed together in the morning's sprinkling flowers...

Dean Wang Xinghuan's invitation — even without time, one can only create time.

After quickly handing over the shift and finishing ward rounds, Fang Ziye and Liu Huanglong took temporary leave.

The surgery can still proceed normally; Fang Ziye simply does not participate in the opening segment.

Fang Ziye has come to the Administrative Building many times, but in the past it was mostly in his capacity as a student to run 'expense reimbursements' here.

Therefore, Fang Ziye is more familiar with the Finance Department and the Research Department.

The floor where the Hospital Director's Office is located, Fang Ziye rarely visits.

Upon reaching the eighth floor and exiting the elevator, Fang Ziye saw the Hospital Director's Office door was still not open, so he sat on the sofa in the Administrative Building Lobby outside the office and waited quietly for a while.

Professor Wang is not only the Dean in an administrative capacity, but also a professor and director of the specialty; he is probably still on ward rounds at this moment.

After looking at his mobile phone for a short while, Fang Ziye heard a familiar steady middle-aged male voice: "Little Fang, embarrassed."

"A difficult and complex case came to the department, so ward rounds were delayed for a while."

"Made you wait long."

Fang Ziye busily said: "Teacher Wang, I also just arrived."

Wang Xinghuan, however, did not buy this set: "Someone next door already sent me a message; you've been here for twenty minutes."

"Sit inside." Wang Xinghuan opened the office door while inviting Fang Ziye to enter.

Fang Ziye walked in properly and rule-abidingly, his gaze only casually scanning the standard office once, nothing special about it.

After Wang Xinghuan sat down, he put down his briefcase, saw Fang Ziye still standing, and said: "Little Fang, sit?"

"We're not meeting for the first time, no need to be so restrained."

Only then did Fang Ziye properly and rule-abidingly sit on the sofa chair opposite Wang Xinghuan, smiling as he asked: "Teacher Wang, did you specially come find me today because you have something?"

Wang Xinghuan interlocked his ten fingers, propping them on his chin: "Indeed, looking for you about a bit of a matter."

"Little Fang, you close the door first. I just forgot to close it."

Fang Ziye stood up and did so.

Turning back, not yet seated, Wang Xinghuan said: "I heard people say, Little Fang, you published several papers this year? And the journals' impact factors are all not low."

"Little Fang, you give me a straight answer — did you pull some small actions or not?"

"Here it's just the two of us."

Fang Ziye heard this and was startled, immediately realizing Wang Xinghuan asking this was not targeting and doubting himself, but protecting himself.

On Wang Xinghuan's face at this moment, full of struggle, a pair of turbid eyes, the gaze shooting out as if having infinite penetrating power, staring straight at Fang Ziye —

Everyone does clinical work, everyone also does research.

You say you spent years producing one JAMA, BMJ level paper, that's beyond reproach; a platform like Zhongnan Hospital can support such achievement.

But if you're like making noodles, bundling high-score papers into a pack, that's somewhat excessive.

"Teacher Wang, why do you ask like this?" Fang Ziye knew Wang Xinghuan's words had hidden meaning.

(Chapter End)