Chapter 510

After Fang Ziye hung up the phone, he returned to the demonstration classroom.

A group of interns saw Fang Ziye's beaming face, and some bold ones started heckling: "Teacher Fang, was that your girlfriend's call?"

"You're already a Chief Resident now, does Madam still need to check up on you?"

It had only been five years since Fang Ziye's undergraduate graduation, but looking back at this group of twenty-two or twenty-three-year-old fourth-year interns now, their guts were much bigger than his cohort's back then.

When Fang Ziye was an intern, how would he have dared to joke with his teaching attending?

The post-00s generation's exposure and worldview might differ quite a lot from the post-90s.

Fang Ziye pointed at the bold one: "Come come come, since you know so much, you go first and speak. What exactly did you see from this case, and what questions do you not understand?"

"Don't move, I'm talking about you. I see your observation skills are quite strong, you speak. I'm giving you the chance to speak now, how come you're not speaking?" Fang Ziye pointed at the bold male student.

The other party still had a childish air, untested by clinical battering, still very pure.

After being singled out by Fang Ziye, he wasn't too timid either, just lowered his voice a full eight octaves, and recited the fracture case Fang Ziye had broken down for them, step by step, based on his own understanding.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye nodded, gaining a rough understanding in his heart of these interns' theoretical depth in orthopedics.

Their knowledge reserve was merely that of an orthopedics enthusiast; if they intended to pursue orthopedics, specializing and reading more books would definitely let them quickly reach the level of a master's graduate student.

But as they are now, their aspirations are undecided, and their understanding of orthopedics is limited to the orthopedics section of the Surgery Ninth Edition.

Fang Ziye then said: "Spoken very well!"

"Although the orthopedics section of the Ninth Edition of Surgery is relatively concise, the theories and term explanations stated within basically encompass all the important content of our orthopedics."

"If I remember correctly, upon entering the orthopedics section, there is a general outline, which is the fracture section, and its first sentence is the definition of fracture."

"This classmate, can you help us review? What is a fracture?" Fang Ziye continued guiding patiently.

This content was very basic, but it was all Fang Ziye could lecture them on; otherwise, discussing fracture classification with them, or the treatment method for a certain fracture classification, wouldn't that be pulling things out of thin air?

What Fang Ziye was teaching them now was not orthopedics specialty content, but using cases as a guide to let them know the general situation of fractures; if he could tempt one or two people into taking interest in orthopedics, that would naturally be best.

Within Han City University Medical Department, there were still some quite outstanding talents.

For example, there was a Senior Sister older than Fang Ziye named Chen Shuo, differing from Chen Guo by only one character, yet the two's achievements differed slightly significantly.

Chen Guo was certainly outstanding, belonging to the 'genius' level in the entire General Surgery.

But still that saying: the gap between genius and genius can make one despair!

Chen Shuo came from a pharmacy background, only two years older than Fang Ziye —

However, after Chen Shuo's undergraduate graduation, she went to the University of Chinese Academy of Sciences to pursue a doctorate, and at only twenty-eight years old, became a Doctoral Supervisor, Researcher!

To date, she has published 2 papers in the international top-tier academic journal Nature, and successively published important papers in authoritative international journals such as Nature Communications and Cell Discovery.

After all, Nature is a journal with extremely high gold content; being able to submit to it is a supreme honor for any researcher.

The thickness of this resume, let alone Chen Guo being unable to compare with her, even the current Fang Ziye has a slight bit of a gap.

Of course, this gap refers to purely academic field achievements, not professional achievements!

Such a teaching session lasted nearly two and a half hours.

Starting from the case, Fang Ziye returned to the textbook, giving everyone the opportunity and time to raise doubts, and also giving them room for discussion.

After bombarding everyone with a round of professional knowledge, Fang Ziye wrung them out again: "The content we discussed above, taking a few more steps forward, is very specialized orthopedics content."

"It will be more charming, but also possibly more tedious."

"Of course, if various classmates pursue other specialties in the future, there is no need to understand that deeply."

"If any classmate is quite interested in orthopedics professional content, they can privately discuss with me again, I would be very happy to answer these questions for everyone."

Fang Ziye looked at everyone, his mindset gradually calming: "Learning is like this, it should be interest-oriented; only when you yourself are truly interested can you learn it in, and only then can you conduct in-depth research."

"Admittedly, I believe each classmate's aptitude is better than your Teacher Fang's; after all, those who can get into Han City University definitely have much better learning ability than me."

"I also won't force-feed you any theoretical knowledge or concepts, only hope today's case analysis can help each classmate a little bit, or have a thread of benefit for your growth, and I'd be very happy."

"No benefit doesn't matter either; learning is a long-term process, learning methods are also variable, you will all find your own unique learning methods, find the most suitable learning anchor points."

However, after Fang Ziye said this, that previously boldest classmate spoke up again:

"Teacher Fang, you saying this counts as being too humble, hah."

"You might not know, when we took the Surgery major lecture, many teachers deliberately put your photo in the PPT, as a typical example of an outstanding senior."

"Let me think, it appeared at least five or six times!"

Fang Ziye was stunned: "Ah? Is there such a thing? Previous students didn't tell me either?"

"Who all?"

"General Surgery Professor Qian Zhong, General Surgery Professor Wu Yong, Urology Professor Wang, Orthopedics Professor Du Xinzhan, all mentioned you!"

That bold classmate rubbed his nose: "So, Teacher Fang, your humble pie-drawing this time was not successful."

"If ordinary people want to compare aptitude with you, they might as well forget it……"

After this classmate finished, another medium-height male student twirling a pen in his right hand asked curiously and softly: "Teacher Fang, between your academics and your professional operation, which is more awesome?"

"Speaking truthfully, I still can't tell them apart to this day."

"Because some say your academic talent is super high, others say your professional talent is top-tier in the whole world."

"I've also read your articles with respect, just never had the chance to see your operation."

Finishing speaking, the male student paused his pen, and added: "It might also be that I don't understand too well, after all I've also followed surgeries."

"I recently saw a very hot joke online, someone asked: if Cao Zhi traveled to modern times and wrote a 'Luo Goddess Ode', could he get into Kyoto University and Huaqing University."

"Below there was a very sincere answer: 'At your current level, your horizon is still narrow, reading the Luo Goddess Ode is like a frog at the bottom of a well seeing the bright moon. When you one day luckily write the Death of Chitu, you seeing me will be like a single mayfly seeing the blue sky.'"

"Others also said, if you now feel the Luo Goddess Ode is just so-so, so you chose literature major, by the time you graduate with a doctorate, or get promoted to professor, you'll discover the gap between you and Cao Zijian is like the Milky Way."

Fang Ziye's facial features were almost wrinkled together from smiling.

As the saying goes, a thousand wears, ten thousand wears, flattery doesn't wear.

This unconventional bootlicking, both citing classics and applying them flexibly, made Fang Ziye feel quite pleased.

Waving his hands repeatedly: "I dare not accept this, how can my current professional capability and academic level be compared to Cao Zhi's literary attainments?"

"Still far from it."

After Fang Ziye replied, he added carefully and prudently: "Whether it's academic level or professional strength, no matter who is superior or inferior, it actually doesn't matter. What matters is what these two things can actually, concretely do."

"For example, when we do research projects, the projects we produce can concretely benefit patients. For instance, our department's current clinical projects: functional reconstruction surgery and standardized treatment of mangled extremities."

"This is the combination of academics and profession — concretely solving the difficult problems patients currently face! ~"

A girl with a face full of freckles from reading books interjected: "Teacher Fang, so this is one of the reasons you receive the most silk banners?"

"Combining clinical work and research makes a good doctor?"

The girl's question was rather sharp, and not seasoned enough.

But after all, these undergraduates are still young, they haven't been tempered yet, so Fang Ziye continued shaking his head: "Your question is also a bit off the mark."

"To be a good doctor, doing clinical work well is enough — concretely thinking for patients, solving patients' problems, possessing both virtue and skill — that is a good doctor."

"But if you want to be a relatively better doctor, you can only keep learning continuously."

"The sea of learning has no bounds, but for certain diseases, cognition is relatively limited. One day in the future, you will also suddenly discover that when you want to learn but have nowhere to learn from, you can only seek within."

"Only by relying on yourself can you make yourself not so ignorant."

"Because one day, the things you need to learn, no one in the whole world can master, no one can explain clearly. At that time, you will want to go and explain them clearly."

"This is research and academics — it's not that lofty either. It's really just that your cognition, under certain conditions, forces you onto the path of research……"

After Fang Ziye finished answering, another student asked: "Teacher Fang, then what do you think — modern medicine or traditional medicine, which is better?"

This question was even more sensitive.

However, these people are all undergraduates — ignorant but with strong thirst for knowledge, basically daring to ask anything.

Fang Ziye answered: "There's no need to compare this. Both are good. If learned thoroughly, both are extremely, extremely good."

"I know a very excellent old Chinese doctor; he can also complete problems we ordinary people find inconceivable……"

"Let's stop this topic here for now……"

Fang Ziye then dismissed this group of students.

However, just as everyone dispersed in a hubbub, Fang Ziye discovered that the medium-height student who had spoken earlier, carrying a backpack, had run up to him.

"Teacher, Teacher Fang, are you free now? If it's inconvenient, I'll come find you in the evening — you're the Chief Resident anyway."

The boy had a crew cut, low nose bridge, high forehead; his hairline looked somewhat similar to his teacher Yuan Weihong.

However, he was still quite handsome overall; his features weren't especially dashing, but they were regular and well-proportioned, nothing distorted about them.

About 1.78 meters tall, a tiny bit shorter than Fang Ziye, dressed ordinarily — whole summer outfit around a thousand yuan — family background seems well-off too.

"Teacher Fang, my name is Hu Qingyuan. Hu of the ancient moon, Qing of the color blue-green, Yuan of one yuan." Hu Qingyuan introduced himself.

Fang Ziye's memory of him was relatively deep, because Hu Qingyuan had said he read his articles, and should have inquired about him too.

"I'm not busy right now either. You're looking for me — is there something?" Fang Ziye tucked his teaching notebook into his pocket while clipping the black fountain pen onto his chest.

These teaching records had to be transcribed into the internship teaching ward round records — at least once a week, the Chief Resident was responsible for recording.

The Clinical College's Academic Affairs Office would audit once a month; if omissions were discovered, and it wasn't because undergraduates voluntarily gave up, causing no teaching discussion or teaching ward round to be conducted.

Then the department's associate professors would be in trouble — during future promotions, their teaching might be deemed unqualified and vetoed.

In a teaching hospital, if teaching ability is deemed inadequate, don't even think about evaluating for a teaching title.

Hearing this, Hu Qingyuan was slightly bashful; both thumbs pressed under the straps of his double-shoulder backpack, he blinked his rather large eyes and said: "Teacher Fang?"

"I want to apply for your master's program — do you think that's okay?"

"I don't know what requirements you have for students, Teacher Fang?"

After speaking, Hu Qingyuan added: "I'm a recommended-admission student. I previously also attended the early re-examination at Magic Capital Jiaotong University Affiliated Ruijin Hospital."

"I passed in the end, but I'm a local from Han City myself. If choosing work later, I'll still try to choose on the Han City side."

"If you think I'm acceptable, I'll decline the teacher over there then, so as not to waste the teacher's quota."

Recommended-admission students belong to 'aristocrat' privileged students — Orthopedics cannot refuse; only the supervisor can refuse!

Postgraduate entrance exam dogs — a term forming a strong contrast with the powerful title of recommended-admission aristocrats.

Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes: "How did you think of applying for my master's? Our Orthopedics has many excellent professors and doctoral supervisors, doesn't it?"

Fang Ziye is young, with shallow seniority.

When job hunting later, there definitely won't be many places he can help with.

Ordinary students would all preferentially choose big professors like Du Xinzhan and Deng Yong.

With such good conditions, Hu Qingyuan directly choosing Fang Ziye as supervisor — in many people's eyes, it's an unwise choice.

Hu Qingyuan said: "Teacher Fang, I've carefully read your articles, and I've also read many other teachers' articles. Comparatively speaking, I might be more interested in the Orthopedics direction."

"For example, Teacher Xie Xiao of Internal Medicine, Teacher Liang Quyuan of ICU."

Hearing the first half, Fang Ziye didn't think much; hearing the last sentence, he became curious: "You even specifically read the articles of Teacher Xie Xiao of Rheumatology and Immunology, and Teacher Liang Quyuan of ICU?"

"How do you know so much?"

The youth academic lecturer team — several core members — Hu Qingyuan actually knew them all.

"Teacher Fang, during my undergraduate period I was very close with my undergraduate mentor. Our undergraduate mentor was also one-on-one. It was my undergraduate mentor who recommended you several teachers."

"Among them, the most strongly recommended was you." Hu Qingyuan said seriously.

Undergraduate mentor?

A long-lost memory surged up — Fang Ziye also had an undergraduate mentor before, but that person had fifteen mentees, just randomly pulling someone to make up numbers.

Now Han City University's undergraduate mentors are also one-on-one system?

"That's not right. Those who can be undergraduate mentors are also master's supervisors. Why didn't you follow him for graduate study?" Fang Ziye crossed his arms behind his back.

Hearing this, Hu Qingyuan frowned and replied cautiously: "Teacher Fang, undergraduate mentors are randomly assigned. My mentor is an attending physician in Digestive Internal Medicine. I personally have no interest in Internal Medicine."

"Therefore, although I've already cooperated on two articles with my mentor, Teacher Xin also didn't require me to read her master's."

"Teacher Fang, you also know — an undergraduate mentor is just a guide. We can't be picky about it, right?"

That's true!

You're an undergraduate, and the Clinical College has assigned you an undergraduate mentor to do research with you, yet you dare say you don't want this teacher? You're not interested in this department?

Even if Hu Qingyuan's grades are at the level for guaranteed admission to graduate school, he wouldn't dare be so presumptuous.

Hearing Hu Qingyuan hint to him about two articles, Fang Ziye also found it rather amusing.

However, Fang Ziye did not look down on the other party; Fang Ziye himself had not published any papers during his undergraduate years either.

"Hmm, Qingyuan, what do you think you're good at?"

"It can be within your major, or unrelated to your major," Fang Ziye asked.

"Can I say something outside my major?"

"Teacher Fang, I'm very good at playing games; I'm currently the strongest king?!"

"I occasionally livestream too……"

Fang Ziye: "……"

Holy crap, is this kid really this honest? So young, so pure!

You're damn good at games and livestream; these are deductions for a supervisor choosing you.

What, from now on I ask you to do something, and you tell me, Master, wait a moment, I have to go live to earn money today, I……

Fang Ziye raised his thumb: "That's not bad either; the strongest king going to livestream should be able to earn quite a bit of money. Now the heat for lol is still quite high; even if you change careers in the future, you'll have a retreat route."

"But I'm really curious: you play games so well, are your exams also that good?"

"Guaranteed admission requires a ranking in the top twenty percent or top fifteen percent, right?"

"Our class is top ten percent," Hu Qingyuan said.

"Actually, playing games and reviewing don't affect each other; play games during class, review during the review month, there's still a month." Hu Qingyuan smiled shyly.

However, Hu Qingyuan quickly realized his chat topic was slightly off: "Teacher Fang, but I've found that, after all, we're older now, so we should focus on academics; from now on we'll definitely just play occasionally."

Fang Ziye stretched lazily: "Hu Qingyuan, you saying that puts a lot of pressure on me."

"By rights, with your grades, I have no reason not to welcome you. It's just that I think you can still consider it further!"

"How about this: you guaranteed-admission students have privileges, namely you can repeat internships. You follow me for a while, and we'll get in-depth contact together."

"If you're still interested by then, we'll sign an agreement! ~"

Fang Ziye said.

Actually, Fang Ziye didn't care much about the master's quota.

Most students are currently preparing full-time for the postgraduate entrance exam, and guaranteed-admission students can't find their way to Fang Ziye's place.

"Teacher Fang, okay, okay."

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity."

"Tomorrow morning, oh no, after I go back to take a bath, change clothes, and pack my luggage, I'll come over right away to follow you." Hu Qingyuan was very sensible.

Let's not talk about tomorrow's matters anymore.

"Aren't you livestreaming today?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Teacher Fang, livestreaming games and such are hobbies, belonging to a way of self-recreation, not my main profession."

"Teacher Fang, see you later." After saying that, Hu Qingyuan hurriedly ran out, as if afraid Fang Ziye would regret it.

Watching Hu Qingyuan's back as he ran out, Fang Ziye was also thoughtful.

A guaranteed-admission student, finally snatched by me—will the other teachers have opinions?

Whether they have opinions or not, I can have two research assistants now; even ordinary associate professors don't have such treatment, and it's not like people won't dislike me.

If they truly dislike me, it's pure envy; even if you keep a low profile, you might still be criticized.

After Fang Ziye entered the Inpatient General Office, he started ordering takeout.

But just as he opened the takeout interface, he was covered by Professor Gu Yuandong's phone call.

Hanging up directly would definitely be impolite, so Fang Ziye still chose to answer.

"Ziye, can you not play anymore?"

"Your documentary is about to start broadcasting; what are you worried about?"

"This time I'm serious; I want to consult you—this improvement, exactly which step is still lacking?" Professor Gu Yuandong's tone this time was especially low-profile.

As if the high-profile old man who roared at Fang Ziye half a month ago no longer existed, his edges worn smooth.

Fang Ziye pondered carefully for a while before saying: "Teacher Gu, since you've said that, the documentary is about to broadcast, so let's just patiently wait, shall we?"

"After we finish registering patents and such, we'll start preparing academic discussions for teaching."

"You?" Professor Gu Yuandong's old voice trembled.

In the end, he had nothing to say; if Fang Ziye insisted on secrecy, it was he himself who had instructed him face-to-face, with saliva even landing on Fang Ziye's face.

Now Fang Ziye acted like a good student; what could he say?

"Ziye, actually we don't need to be so rigid; we still need to apply things flexibly and adapt to circumstances."

Gu Yuandong was still very curious how Fang Ziye's divine artifact was made.

This is a divine artifact of Hand Surgery; if he couldn't repeat it once in his lifetime, he wouldn't rest in peace even in death.

And the sooner the better; he didn't want to wait until Fang Ziye promoted it nationwide before he could use it!

"Teacher Gu, how about this? If you're really curious, contact Professor Liu of our department; he starts a phase of clinical trials next month."

"This microcirculation instrument will also be applied in clinical settings at the first opportunity."

"I'm no longer handling follow-up visits for the clinical trial!" Fang Ziye remained very cautious; this was the best solution.

"Fine……" Professor Gu Yuandong knew he had dug a pit for himself, and Fang Ziye wouldn't reveal any more information to him, so he simply stopped making things difficult for Fang Ziye.

"Then send me that Professor Liu's phone number." Professor Gu Yuandong said.

In Professor Gu Yuandong's eyes, Professor Liu Huanglong was no different from other professors, so he had never actively added Professor Liu Huanglong's phone number.

Fang Ziye did as he was told!

However, after Fang Ziye ordered takeout, he discovered he had not actively added Hu Qingyuan's contact information, nor had the other party said they would actively add him.

Fortunately, Fang Ziye was in charge of teaching; every time new intern students entered the department, they would fill out a contact form with phone numbers on it.

Fang Ziye called over there, confirmed that Hu Qingyuan wanted "whatever" to eat, and then ordered three portions of barbecue rice.

Then he sent a message to Luo Tingzhu!

After seeing Fang Ziye's message, Luo Tingzhu replied: "Senior Brother, I just came out of the laboratory; your documentary has already aired its first episode."

"I just saw it online; although there aren't many comments yet, they are all positive! ~"

"It aired?" Fang Ziye was stunned upon hearing this.

No wonder Gu Yuandong had called him twice in a row today; it turned out he had already admitted "defeat."

"Yes, Senior Brother! ~"

"Wait a moment, Teacher Deng is calling me." After Fang Ziye replied to a message, he then answered Deng Yong's call.

"Master! ~ I'm in the department." Fang Ziye replied directly.

"Ziye, did you see the program?" Deng Yong asked.

"Master, I just taught a class for undergraduates and didn't pay attention to these things, but Tingzhu said she just saw the program airing."

"She even flipped through the comments. I estimate the influence isn't particularly great!" Fang Ziye said.

Deng Yong said: "Not great? Who told you that?"

"I've already received several phone calls now, all asking about the authenticity of the circulation device in the program."

"But they weren't watching it themselves; they were pushed public account and short video clips."

"I suspect these things were intercepted by Lan Tianluo; otherwise, no one would be doing this kind of thing now."

"Not many people follow Longtai's technology channel."

"Intercepted by Tian Luo? Not necessarily; Tian Luo has been with me these past few days?" Fang Ziye spoke up to defend Lan Tianluo upon hearing this.

"He went out to play during the National Day holiday; he probably wouldn't do such a thing. It could be some other internet blogger or something, right?"

"After all, the patients and family members in our department could all be crouching tigers and hidden dragons; basically they all have some money."

Those who can now be admitted to Trauma Surgery are either rich or noble.

Even though Fang Ziye was unwilling to admit this fact, he had to admit that the power of RMB is great.

Even Fang Ziye and Liu Huanglong didn't know exactly how others operated it; they only suspected that the registration system had been targeted.

However, this system belongs to the hospital, and the department is powerless.

Liu Huanglong didn't want to cause trouble, so he just pretended nothing had happened.

"Tian Luo still wants to go play?" Deng Yong subconsciously retorted.

Lan Tianluo was in the integrated standardized training program for bachelor's and master's degrees; he still wanted to go play during the National Day holiday?

However, considering Lan Tianluo belonged to special talent, Deng Yong didn't say it too directly: "Anyway, I think I definitely can't play during this vacation."

"There are already three or four formal academic invitations, and I've received six phone calls for private academic discussions so far."

"I don't understand these things, but I estimate answering the phone will keep me busy to no end……"

"Ziye, you've given me another big trouble." Deng Yong said in a reproachful tone, but was actually happy.

What is the reason for so many phone calls?

It's because Zhongnan Hospital's Trauma Surgery is rapidly becoming famous, its foundation is constantly thickening, its strength is leaping, and the recognition from peers is becoming more intense!

There is even a possibility that next year Zhongnan Hospital's Trauma Surgery could directly enter the top twenty in comprehensive national strength of Trauma Surgery!

This is a huge leap forward!

The top twenty are all old famous hospitals!

"Master, that will also be hard work for you. And there might be even more trouble like this later."

"After all, this is a documentary program from Longtai's Science and Education Channel; later we will still attend academic conferences, and at that time we will share more research projects with colleagues nationwide."

"Master, there is one more thing I want to report to you……" Fang Ziye then explained the matter of Hu Qingyuan.

Deng Yong said upon hearing this: "I thought something had happened; it's just a student recommended for graduate study without entrance exams, right? Your research assistant treatment has been overridden by Dean Wang."

"Who dares to act rashly?"

"And, if anyone has an opinion, isn't there still your Master me?"

"Ordinary people won't scold your Master me; as long as that student is willing, it's a voluntary matter between you two."

"You just ignore other people."

Fang Ziye was delighted upon hearing this: "Master, then I'll first observe him for a while."

"Hmm……"

Deng Yong then gave guidance upon hearing this: "Ziye, you need to pay attention to propriety; this undergraduate student, his accumulation is different from a graduate student's; you should look at his malleability, not his professional knowledge or professional ability."

"On the contrary, the deeper his skill in this aspect, the greater the possibility that he prepared in advance, and his qualification is actually average."

"Okay, thank you Master! ~" Fang Ziye said.

"Alright, stop talking, the phone is ringing again."

"I almost want to call the police; I'm being harassed……"

"Hahaha."

"Hehehe." Deng Yong made a strange laugh.

Fang Ziye could imagine that at this moment Deng Yong's mouth was split open, the flesh mole on his chin jumping, probably standing with hands on hips or legs crossed in an old-fashioned manner.

Holding a cigarette, sipping tea, using the phone as a medium, talking about spring and autumn with many friends nationwide!

Of course, these don't belong to Fang Ziye; he is the Chief Resident!

Fang Ziye kept in mind the admonitions of Professor Gu Yuandong and Professor Qiu Zhenghua.

Besides, the documentary has already come out; before long, the provincial TV station and the hospital's exclusive interview programs will also arrive one after another.

This time the protagonists are only Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian — Deng Yong is merely an incidental beneficiary!

Doing real work, doing genuine work, is the fundamental.

Fang Ziye's call had just been hung up when, sure enough, he was harassed by a stranger call.

Upon answering, the other party introduced himself: "Doctor Fang, hello, I'm Zhong Junyu from Peking Union Medical College Hospital, don't know if it's convenient for you..."

(Chapter End)