Chapter 50

In the evening, around 8:30, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu walked out of the laboratory together.

After each practicing in the training room for three hours beforehand, the culture plates in the cell room had already been incubating for four hours.

Then the two hurried over to perform the subsequent operations.

Naturally, it was Fang Ziye operating, while Luo Tingzhu watched from the side.

Gently aspirating the excess basement membrane matrix liquid from the upper chamber, adding 200ml of cell suspension resuspended in serum-free medium, and adding 500ml of complete medium to the lower chamber, taking care not to generate bubbles when placing it back into the small chamber, then putting the transwell plate back into the incubator to continue culturing for 24-48h.

When the two entered the elevator again, Luo Tingzhu ran into a classmate.

"Class Monitor, heard you chose Orthopedics, is that right?" The speaker was a male student wearing black-rimmed glasses, looking gentle and refined.

"Mhm. Zhang Yaoyu, are you still in Nephrology?" Luo Tingzhu was also familiar with the other party, smiled, and asked in return.

The person called Zhang Yaoyu looked at Fang Ziye suspiciously first, and didn't reply immediately.

"This is my Senior Brother, Fang Ziye." Luo Tingzhu introduced them first.

Zhang Yaoyu looked at Fang Ziye's height; although not too tall, possibly still under 1.8 meters, one look at his build told him he would have decent combat power in a fight.

"Hello, Senior Brother Fang." Zhang Yaoyu said politely.

"Hello." Fang Ziye waved his hand, and did not interject to interrupt the two's conversation.

Zhang Yaoyu then said: "Class Monitor, Professor Huang from Respiratory Medicine searched for you in the hospital for a long time, only to find out you ended up going to Orthopedics. I heard my teacher say he sighed regretfully every day."

Luo Tingzhu just smiled and said: "That's Professor Huang thinking too highly of me, but I still feel Orthopedics is my interest."

"You entered the lab too, huh?"

"Mhm, in Internal Medicine, not entering the lab is courting death."

"Right, Class Monitor, is that person still bothering you? Do you need us classmates to step in again?" Zhang Yaoyu seemed to know something, and asked this.

Luo Tingzhu shook her head: "Not needed now. Our Orthopedics Senior Brothers are all very capable."

Hearing this, Zhang Yaoyu nodded vigorously: "That's true. This morning, our Nephrology Director mentioned that both male and female colleagues in our Nephrology Department need to strengthen their fitness!"

"Only then can they not be at a disadvantage when medical disputes occur."

"Yesterday or the day before, seems like it was Orthopedics..." Zhang Yaoyu looked toward Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye just shook his head and explained: "I don't know about this either. Our Orthopedics doctors are actually very gentle."

Great strength is great strength, operations being slightly violent is violent, but we reason things out. Only when reason doesn't get through do we not rule out using physical reason.

The more Fang Ziye said this, the more Zhang Yaoyu felt a bit wary instead.

No way around it, Orthopedics doctors, especially at the graduate student stage, all have to hold legs for disinfection and hold legs during surgery.

And patients' legs are heavy, hard to fathom; a surgery's duration is also unpredictable. Being able to continuously hold legs for several hours, even if you have no strength initially, it gets trained up. Basically in the surgical field, if purely comparing strength and sustained combat power, Orthopedics doctors generally won't be worse than any other surgical doctor.

If they learn a bit of martial arts on top of that, then against ordinary people, it should be enough.

If they learn a bit of manual reduction technique and joint dislocation technique as well, plus the numbers advantage, against ordinary people they wouldn't be at a disadvantage.

"Junior Sister Luo, that person who confessed to you before, does he often harass you?" Fang Ziye asked this after leaving the laboratory building, after Zhang Yaoyu left.

Luo Tingzhu shook her head: "It wasn't him before, Senior Brother, it's fine."

"My Master already gave me his private number!"

"As long as they're not a thug, he said he can handle it, no matter what car they drive." Luo Tingzhu spoke with full confidence.

Fang Ziye just smiled; Luo Tingzhu's words weren't false.

Being able to reach Professor Level at Zhongnan Hospital, whether social influence or social connections, none would be simple. You want simple but it's impossible; naturally a certain amount of connections will form in time.

And in Trauma Surgery, they are generally familiar with the police, because police occasionally get injured on duty.

Back and forth, in the nearby jurisdiction, if your skills are good enough, many people will come to know you.

"Mhm, anyway pay attention on the way back. This is the school, should still be quite safe." Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu waved goodbye.

Luo Tingzhu turned and left, just while walking she would occasionally hop and skip, picking flowers and plucking leaves, as if after putting down some burden, youth became infinite.

Speaking of it, Luo Tingzhu's age isn't that large, a few years younger than Fang Ziye, but the experiences she's encountered, Fang Ziye also cannot understand. At least his own parents are still quite good.

Go home, continue reading literature first. Recently still need to produce some papers.

Wednesday, another welcome outpatient day. Fang Ziye got up early, brushed teeth, rinsed mouth, washed face, then hurried to the breakfast stall.

Still while eating breakfast, he sent his Fellow Trainees Jie Han and Lan Tianluo respectively a copy of the detailed examination results and postoperative wound images for the three beds he managed.

"Hard work, Fellow Trainee! Tonight, Senior Brother treats you to a meal." Fang Ziye replied to Jie Han.

"Sure thing, Senior Brother."

"Helping each other in the future. Senior Brother, your rampaging in the laboratory, I already know about it." Jie Han sent a voice message back.

"Just how many informants do you have?" Fang Ziye also clicked his tongue in wonder, and asked.

"Senior Brother, you guess?" Jie Han still played coy.

But this is a privilege unique to research big shots. Fang Ziye guessed he wouldn't guess it even if he tried.

"Guess my ass. I'm going to the outpatient clinic. In a bit you go to the training room first, practice the incision technique and debridement technique. Once these are improved enough, you can also come follow the teacher to observe the outpatient clinic."

"Oh, especially image reading." Fang Ziye handed over like this.

By the time the Master's Student graduates, estimate my chances to come to the teacher's outpatient clinic won't be many. At that time, following the ward rounds full-time, graduation topic, and many other matters pressing down, Fang Ziye might not be able to freely control his time.

"Get!" Jie Han replied.

Outpatient consultation room. Yuan Weihong stood up deliberately today, not at the main seat.

After eating hot dry noodles, taking a sip of mineral water, then downing a sip of coffee drink, he sighed: "Sinful. This meal down, calories directly exceeded the limit."

"No matter, Master. Your figure is still managed quite well." Fang Ziye had already made full preparations.

"Call the patient in?"

Outpatient Day is the grand festival for harvesting Knowledge Points; once a week, it is the largest source of Knowledge Points aside from the Laboratory.

"Today you handle the whole consultation process, I'll back you up. I want to see just how much you've got hidden away." Yuan Weihong suddenly played his trump card, as if wanting to put a certain amount of pressure on Fang Ziye again.

Fang Ziye Hear this, he was slightly startled; after blinking a couple of times, he could only Clear all his meager Knowledge Points and then raise Basic Theory of Trauma Surgery to Level 3.

(Chapter End)