Chapter 503

"If one were to say there are some people in Eastern Han who can transcend the shackles of reality and achieve relative academic freedom, they would count as one such group."

"Basically, once you reach this level of old professors, not to say all of them, but most feel that fame and fortune are just passing travelers." Liu Huanglong, based on his own understanding, drew another line for Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye heard this and fell into thought.

Back then, Deng Yong had given him a reminder: before becoming an Academician, everything is uncertain.

Uncertain as in hanging — a sharp sword suspended above one's head.

"Thank you, Teacher Liu, I understand."

"This incident happened suddenly, I also just received the information, it wasn't deliberate concealment, Teacher Liu." Fang Ziye explained once.

Liu Huanglong is a superior, a teacher, he is also very good to Fang Ziye, and gave Fang Ziye too many conveniences.

Ever since Liu Huanglong came, Fang Ziye basically never had the predicament of tight funding.

Although the pressure was all borne by his own Master, the premise was still Liu Huanglong's one sentence: if you need funding, tell him, directly making North Sea One Leaf Yuan Weihong transform into a Sichuan-Chongqing male tyrant —

To get money, transforming into a Yuan Weihong who stops at nothing.

"I know. You go, the matters on the animal lab side, temporarily leave them to us first."

"However Ziye, when the time comes you must pay attention to one thing. If you don't appear on camera during the interview, ill-intentioned people might use this to sow discord between us, saying we stole your credit."

"You must not be led astray?" Liu Huanglong reminded.

After Fang Ziye hung up the phone, his whole body instantly felt like ice spring water pouring in!

Where is Liu Huanglong strong? The former Fang Ziye only thought Liu Huanglong's qualifications were average, that he had a good father-in-law.

After all, Liu Huanglong's qualifications were just a bit better than Yuan Weihong's.

But now, in the process of interacting with Liu Huanglong, Fang Ziye discovered that Liu Huanglong's early warning ability is too strong.

To avoid the Trauma Surgery queuing hospitalization system being messed up by someone, he directly started recording video live-streaming the queue numbers in advance and posted it online, and told patients themselves to remember their own numbers.

This way, even if someone wants to scalp tickets, they have to weigh it carefully.

This time, Liu Huanglong similarly gave early warning in advance.

After Fang Ziye hung up the phone, he once again called Wang Yuanqi: "Qi Ge, are you on duty now? Or is Brother Jin on duty?"

The incident happened suddenly, Fang Ziye must leave the scene, and it's the kind where he might not be able to return temporarily.

So, Fang Ziye must require one person to stand guard in the ward!

Owing a huge favor would not be an overstatement.

Normally, Fang Ziye's range of movement only needs to meet the "regulation" of arriving at the Emergency Department within fifteen minutes.

But at special times, Fang Ziye feels he must do better than usual, and stay in the department.

"Today it's Zhou Ge on duty, I just got off at eight this morning, what's up?" Wang Yuanqi estimated he hadn't slept last time, yawning continuously, even talking in his sleep.

"Qi Ge, today I'll have to trouble you, you go sleep in the Inpatient General Office of Trauma Surgery. I'll hold the Chief Resident phone, if anything happens I'll notify you at the first time." Fang Ziye spoke formally.

"Is it very important?" Wang Yuanqi perked up a bit hearing this.

Fang Ziye rarely asks him to do things, but now he said he only got off at eight in the morning, and still told him to go sleep in the Inpatient General Office, there must be something very important.

"Yes, Qi Ge!" Fang Ziye walked to the Emergency Department entrance, already preparing to mount the shared electric scooter.

"Okay, I can reach the department in a few minutes, you go first."

"Rest assured, I'm in the department." Wang Yuanqi didn't say much nonsense, just one sentence "I'm here," agreeing to everything.

"Thank you." Fang Ziye said.

"No need for politeness, brother."

After hanging up, Fang Ziye truly departed, first went to the Emergency Department to put down his white coat work uniform, then completed a standard surgical disinfection hand-washing.

Facing the mirror, shaking off water droplets from his hands, his mood was also a bit chaotic.

Fang Ziye has seen quite a few professors, including National Treasure Doctor level professors, including but not limited to Professor Duan Hong.

However, in Fang Ziye's decades of learning career, Academicians have always been the idols and ultimate hall of the academic world, scientific world, and learning career.

Being able to see two Old Academicians at once, it would be strange if Fang Ziye's mood wasn't excited……

As he twisted the electric scooter's throttle, hot air became wind without wind, rushing onto his face, slightly dry.

Fang Ziye's mind right now no longer thought about any Teachers' Day matters.

Even though his fellow disciples had prepared for a long time, without exception, this Teachers' Day banquet would inevitably not happen as scheduled.

Just six minutes, Fang Ziye got off the electric scooter.

Then following navigation for four minutes, Fang Ziye arrived at the address Zu Teacher sent him.

Then taking the elevator one minute, walking half a minute, Fang Ziye arrived outside the private room.

About to knock.

The phone rang once again.

Fang Ziye picked up and looked, it was the takeout arriving.

Fang Ziye's heart trembled once, today's him had indeed been bombed by several calls into a somewhat unstable mindset.

Stepped back a few steps, chose to answer: "Hello, just leave it at the department door, thanks, I'll come out and get it later."

It was a Braised Chicken with Rice, Fang Ziye remembered he also added Wood Ear and Enoki Mushroom……

"Knife Sound!" After Fang Ziye hung up, he knocked on the private room door 'Hanyang'.

"Come in—!" A voice sounded from inside.

Fang Ziye then slowly pushed the door and entered, upper body entering first, bowing slightly, and then five or six old men and one older middle-aged appeared in Fang Ziye's field of vision.

When Fang Ziye looked at the crowd, the crowd also all shifted their gazes over, looking toward Fang Ziye's direction thoughtfully.

"Doctor Fang, you're here." The older middle-aged stood up first, and walked toward the doorway.

The older middle-aged is Zu Teacher, but Zu Teacher's figure compared to a year ago, is even thinner.

His smiling expression still carries a hint of seriousness, but the corners of his mouth curving up is already the maximum extent of restraining his momentum and awe.

After Fang Ziye confirmed he had not gone to the wrong private room, he pushed the door open wider and squeezed in, then bowed slightly: "Teacher Zu, hello. Hello, various teachers."

Fang Ziye did not recognize the people, but it was still that same principle — for unfamiliar seniors, address them properly as 'Teacher'; even if the other party is of one's master's generation, it does not count as addressing them wrongly.

"Director Zu, Doctor Fang looks extremely young, doesn't he?"

"It's hard to connect him with the author of those materials you showed us." A gaunt old man spoke thus.

The speaking old man carried a heavy Beijing accent, had a lean frame, a slightly pointed chin, plus a long beard, making his whole face appear very long.

"Those who don't know would think he's a young man from next door who walked in by mistake."

"But his spirit and bearing are not bad." No one responded to him; he alone could speak four sentences, and on an occasion like this at that.

Zu Haiguo immediately introduced Fang Ziye to everyone: "Various professors, various experts, this is the Doctor Fang Ziye I've told you about many times."

"He's also from your orthopedics specialty, and he previously saved a certain someone's life!"

At this moment Zu Haiguo lacked his former imposing-without-anger demeanor; his tone appeared quite amiable.

One didn't know whether it was because he had left work, or because the audience was different.

Immediately after, Zu Haiguo led Fang Ziye to meet the six people opposite one by one.

The first introduced was Huashan Hospital's Old Academician Gu Yuandong. Academician Gu was from Magic Capital; Zu Haiguo was from Jingdu. Following the principle that outsiders are guests, he introduced him first.

Old Academician Gu Yuandong wore a side part, ears standing upright, large earlobes, regular features, slightly heroic bearing, and his speaking voice was also very gentle.

After Fang Ziye followed behind Zu Haiguo addressing people, Gu Yuandong was very enthusiastic: "Good young man, a while ago you even came to our Magic Capital to play around a bit."

Fang Ziye knew Gu Yuandong was referring to his visit to Magic Capital Sixth Hospital, so he smiled and explained: "Teacher Gu, my coming to Magic Capital was thanks to Professor Zheng Haidong's invitation."

"Previously Professor Zheng Haidong was invited by our Hubei Province Tongji Hospital's Professor Duan Hong to attend an academic conference; that's how we got acquainted."

"Duan Hong didn't invite me either." Gu Yuandong's tone was slightly sour.

Fang Ziye thought: Professor Duan wanted to invite you, but would you have come?

True, Professor Duan Hong didn't invite you, but Professor Zhong Junyu of Peking Union Medical College Hospital's Hand Surgery did send you an invitation letter, and you declined and didn't come, right?

One could think this in one's heart, but absolutely would not say it aloud: "It's the student who lacked the fate to hear Teacher Gu's guidance."

Zu Haiguo interjected: "This is Peking Union Medical College Hospital's Old Professor Qiu Zhenghua."

Fang Ziye looked in the direction of Zu Haiguo's finger; a very down-to-earth old man sat there quietly.

Old Professor Qiu Zhenghua had a head full of gray-white hair, a round face, slightly thick lips, dark skin, broken-knife arched brows; though wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he was very down-to-earth.

"Clear brows and bright eyes — doesn't look like the type to seriously do academics; don't you have any girls around disturbing your dao-heart?" Qiu Zhenghua laughed heartily, leaning back, asking a question completely unrelated to academics.

"Teacher Qiu, looks aren't worth money nowadays." Fang Ziye also cracked a joke.

Immediately after, Zu Haiguo led Fang Ziye to meet several more people.

All were old-generation figures: original Kyoto University Affiliated Third Hospital's Old Professor Zhou Yuan, Peking Union Medical College Hospital's Old Professor Huang Guoqing.

Kyoto University Affiliated First Hospital's Professor Long Mount Emei, Huashan Hospital's Old Professor Tian Lin.

One could say that once these few form a team, they are one of the most, most, most professional expert teams in the country; others forming teams can only compare in gold content but cannot surpass.

"Teacher Zu, various teachers, just now when I received the call, Teacher Zu didn't instruct to bring teachers, so my teachers said they wouldn't dare disturb."

"If there's any lack in hospitality, please forgive us, various teachers." Fang Ziye nodded.

Before knowing these people's purpose, Fang Ziye naturally had to help his superior explain a sentence; otherwise if one of them felt Zhongnan Hospital's airs were too big and a misunderstanding arose, it would be bad.

Guests from afar — poor hospitality is a major offense.

Of course, Fang Ziye also made clear that he had already told his teachers about this matter.

"Not bringing people is good; if there were many people, the flavor would change."

"Ziye, you sit first, sit down and we'll chat slowly." Old Professor Gu Yuandong's eyes shone brighter as he looked at Fang Ziye; seeing Fang Ziye still standing while replying, he first signaled Fang Ziye to sit.

Fang Ziye complied upon hearing this.

Only then did Director Zu Haiguo formally explain the purpose: "Doctor Fang, this time I came for a private matter, but we came for official business."

"Your school's Science and Technology Development Institute submitted a document to the Ministry; this document eventually reached me. After I read the document, I found it very interesting."

"Considering Little Fang you're also my acquaintance, right? So I casually distributed these materials to the corresponding specialty's true experts."

"For example Academician Gu, Academician Qiu, and several other professors."

"But unexpectedly, these old professors all took great interest in you, and actively proposed to come for an on-site investigation, to verify claims with evidence and cite with basis."

"Before this, we privately sought you, Doctor Fang, to discuss the matter mentioned in the materials your school submitted."

"Your unit's current amputation rate is almost infinitely approaching zero, and this statistic's scope — does it include all emergency patients in the count?"

"What statistical method is this?"

Zu Haiguo hinted.

Amputation rate zero — if it's conditional statistics, Peking Union and Huashan can also produce such stats; just add a limiting condition.

Or refuse a portion of patients.

"Teacher Zu, our current statistical scope is limited to emergency trauma patients; elective surgery, diabetic foot, bone tumor patients are not within the statistical scope."

"Elective surgery amputation rate is inherently very low; diabetic foot and bone tumor patients don't meet the mangled extremity definition, and inherently conform to our research project's initial experimental scope."

"The emergency trauma patients we count are also limited to mangled extremity grade cases; some simple traumas are also excluded from the statistical scope." Fang Ziye first explained the situation.

Then said: "However, regarding Teacher Zu's question — which month's materials the school submitted to you, I'm temporarily still unclear."

"But according to our group's internal personnel statistics, we've received 93 mangled extremity patients total, except one patient who chose amputation treatment due to personal financial reasons."

"The remaining 92 patients' current treatment prognoses are all very promising."

Discussing specialty is Fang Ziye's only way to relax right now. Otherwise, Fang Ziye wouldn't know what to chat with them about.

Liu Huanglong said: don't brag, but also don't be excessively modest; Fang Ziye's statements are all backed by facts.

Preoperative gross images, various imaging data, postoperative functional rehabilitation videos, corresponding rehabilitation data, walking video materials — all recorded in the original data.

Doing this has several purposes.

First, convenient for colleagues with the heart to come learn to conduct exchanges.

Second, to avoid some misunderstandings and disputes.

For example, when patients can already walk with a walking aid at discharge, but after a period of time post-discharge, a "fracture" or paralysis and inability to stand appears again, they cannot arbitrarily blame it on Zhongnan Hospital's surgery being no good.

In real clinical practice, such things happen: after surgery, some time later, the patient falls and breaks the internal fixation or something else, and claims the surgery was not done well.

The family members failed to provide proper care, but are unwilling to admit their own negligence, so they come to extort.

In such situations, preserving sufficient evidence from the immediate postoperative period is a very good risk-avoidance measure.

After listening, Old Professor Zhou Yuan stroked his long beard, and with a mouthful of Beijing accent laughed: "Ziye, your surgery, is it ultimately a Trauma Surgery disease type or a Hand Surgery disease type?"

"It sounds hard to distinguish."

"Currently, those mainly doing Limb Salvage Surgery are still Hand Surgery, right?"

Zhou Yuan finished speaking, Qiu Zhenghua glanced at Zhou Yuan, but Zhou Yuan was not afraid either, still sitting bolt upright.

Fang Ziye could only say: "Teacher Zhou, Hand Surgery and Trauma Surgery share the same roots and origins, no need to distinguish especially clearly; we are all Big Orthopedics."

Whatever subspecialty disputes, Fang Ziye had absolutely no interest.

Old Professor Gu Yuandong sat upright, single hand stroking his earlobe, and took over the conversation: "Doctor Fang, before I came, I did slightly more homework."

"I heard that your department's current main business is Functional Reconstruction Surgery?"

"Most lower limb functional defects caused by peripheral nerve injuries, and some upper limb functional losses caused by peripheral nerve injuries, can, after treatment, repair seventy percent to ninety percent of function?"

"Is this true?"

Gu Yuandong himself is a top expert in Hand Surgery; his treatment of peripheral nerves can be said to be among the domestic Pioneer batch of people.

Current Hand Surgery peripheral nerve injury treatments are all conducted on the basis of his research.

Now Fang Ziye's led team has suddenly surpassed the master, blue out of blue but better than blue, making Gu Yuandong extremely surprised.

"Teacher Gu, currently we are exploring in this aspect; corresponding data has not yet been organized and summarized into a system."

"But speaking of individual cases alone, the postoperative functional recovery rate is still very considerable."

Fang Ziye continued explaining: "Teacher Gu, the reason our team does functional reconstruction, and does it so well, still relies on the original Huazhong Ke Da affiliated Peking Union Medical College Hospital's Professor Liu Huanglong, together with us sequentially doing functional reconstruction surgery after Mangled Extremity Limb Salvage Surgery."

"And then expanded the surgical indications, according to the advanced concepts learned from Teacher Liu, expanded into elective disease types." Fang Ziye's answer was very professional.

Every sentence was professional content, convenient for everyone to communicate.

Also no need for special explanation, because everyone definitely understands.

"The younger generation is formidable! ~" Gu Yuandong digested for a while, nodded.

Then nodded again, did not continue to say anything more.

If Fang Ziye dared to boast awesome to his face, however cool the boasting is now, at that time there will be multiple times the uncool!

Joke, playing dirty tricks with him, he giving you face would be strange.

Although not to the point of ruining your reputation, but if you want to develop in the industry later, to some extent he will pin a "bad character" hat on you.

Old Professor Qiu Zhenghua then asked one more: "Ziye, then for this research project's subsequent expansion, have you had any thoughts?"

"My meaning is, besides lower limbs and upper limbs."

Qiu Zhenghua is an Old Academician, scientific research thinking very sharp.

Fang Ziye's current treatment is limited to peripheral nerve injuries; then, can it be expanded to functional reconstruction surgery after spinal cord injury surgery?

If it can be like this, then this research project's subsequent significance will be ten times or even dozens of times the current.

The whole world, patients with poor function due to pure nerve injury, are only one-tenth, or even less than one-tenth, of those paralyzed or with dysfunction due to spinal cord nerve injury.

Once it can be expanded, it will be the gospel for tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of patients worldwide!

Qiu Zhenghua of course is currently only giving guidance, hoping Fang Ziye can think in this direction.

Fang Ziye then recalled Liu Huanglong's sentence about not needing to be deliberately humble, and nodded: "Have had some ideas, and currently still doing it."

"Besides upper and lower limb Mangled Extremity Limb Salvage Surgery, and functional reconstruction surgery after Mangled Extremity surgery, what we are currently doing is functional reconstruction surgery for elective disease types of upper and lower limbs."

"This is single-item surgery horizontal expansion."

"Besides that, we also have the idea to go do functional rehabilitation this kind of vertical expansion."

Horizontal expansion is increasing surgical indication scope; vertical expansion is digging deep into a surgery's quality depth.

Everyone all nodded, not speaking, just signaling Fang Ziye to continue.

"Some patients besides having normal life requirements, also have personal realization requirements, for example athletes, for example police and other special occupations. Even with migrant workers, when they need to work again after injury, all require a certain amount of physical strength."

"Functional rehabilitation, is hoping to recover original physical strength above ninety percent; currently, this is only a conception."

"Additionally, our research group has another direction of horizontal expansion, that is, in order for Mangled Extremity patients to be able to receive good Limb Salvage Surgery treatment as much as possible."

"In order to break time and space limitations, we feel that if we can improve an Extracorporeal Circulation Instrument, extend the severed limb's survival time."

"In this way, our Top-tier Hospital's Medical Resources radiation coverage will be greatly improved!"

"Originally only able to guarantee six hours limb won't necrose, after this Microcirculation Instrument, preservation time can become sixty hours, even two hundred hours."

"Then these patients can be transferred in a stair-step manner: first amputate at a Prefecture-level City Hospital, then come to a Top-tier Grade-A Hospital for Finger Replantation Surgery."

When Fang Ziye spoke here, everyone's expressions varied.

After all, Fang Ziye's idea is very pure and very naive.

What the f*** are you joking about?

Can only say youth is good, haven't yet suffered society's poisonous beating.

Old Academician Gu Yuandong is Hand Surgery, smiling holding a cup of tea bringing it to his mouth, paused in front of his body: "Ziye, your idea is very good, no matter, you continue."

"With ideals, there is technological progress."

On the other side, Old Professor Tian Lin and Old Professor Long Mount Emei two people took out cigarettes and clamped them in their mouths.

"This Microcirculation Instrument, our team has already made it, currently conducting final equipment debugging!"

Old Academician Gu Yuandong's single hand trembled, then because of long-term surgical skill and subconscious Sterile Principle, threw the teacup in his hand into an unoccupied area.

A fifteen-person Big Meal dining table, only seated eight people, almost half empty gaps!

Water splashed onto the table, the teacup fell to the floor; the floor had a carpet, so the "clang" wasn't loud.

Only, everyone's movements froze.

Professor Tian Lin's cigarette had been smoked until it was pitch-black, his lighter still unextinguished; Professor Long Mount Emei's lighter failed to ignite on the first strike, gasoline drifting outward continuously!

Dead silence!

Twelve old eyes stared at Fang Ziye from head to toe, as if wanting to pierce right through him!

No one had any more airs or arrogance.

(Chapter End)