Chapter 530

"You'd better not speak in riddles. Modern words aren't enough for you to express yourself, are they?" Fang Ziye said as he twisted open the cap of an ice-cold drink bottle.

Upon hearing this, Li Yuanpei said, "Brother Ye, Jie Han is actually quite capable. Although he didn't have a chance to perform this time, Jie Han has always been thinking of you, Brother Ye."

"I've seen all those questions of his. It's a good thing Jie Han didn't speak up; otherwise, there might have been several more professors forced to talk nonsense?"

So-called 'talking nonsense' means pretending to understand when you don't, and in necessary situations, having to say something just to cope.

"Can you let me have a look?" Fang Ziye was very curious.

Jie Han shook his head: "Senior Brother, why look at that stuff? They're all questions drilling into dead ends; I almost injured a teammate by mistake."

The person Jie Han referred to was Professor An Lumming of Hubei Province Provincial People's Hospital. He suddenly jumped out, and Jie Han had already raised his hand at the time. If not for Li Yuanpei and the others persuading him, he himself, holding the microphone, almost asked a question directly.

When hunting tigers, it's best to rely on brothers; when going into battle, father and son are the best soldiers.

Some ancient truths, at first reading, seem like groaning without illness. But as your age and experience slowly increase, you'll discover these ancient truths are truly f***ing reasonable.

Even the famous sayings you criticized when young will one day form a super-large closed loop, hitting you right between the eyebrows on some future day.

That 'some future day' is something you can only encounter by chance, not seek.

"Eat first, then we'll chat while eating."

"There's not much time left this month. Wait until next month, and I'll definitely take you out for a good drink." Fang Ziye said.

Jie Han and Lan Tianluo, in their own way, were 'escorting' themselves. Although they didn't do anything, having this sentiment already made Fang Ziye feel relieved.

It was Li Yuanpei who added one more thing: "Brother Ye, if we all leave, what about Brother Qi?"

After Fang Ziye steps down as Chief Resident, Wang Yuanqi will definitely take over. Wang Yuanqi's current attainment in limb salvage surgery for mangled extremities is still somewhat shallow.

Nie Mingxian left, Liu Huanglong went to Hand Surgery, Yuan Weihong went abroad. If both Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo have been drinking, then only Deng Yong can hold the fort.

Fang Ziye didn't think that deeply for a moment. Instead, Lan Tianluo smiled and said, "Isn't this easy to say? Our hospital has always followed the Clinical Group responsibility system."

Lan Tianluo deliberately emphasized the words 'Clinical Group'!

Based on events from the past few months, Lan Tianluo and Jie Han stood dead-set behind Yuan Weihong.

Even though Yuan Weihong left, this time Professor Deng Yong returns to take over Yuan Weihong's group, Lan Tianluo and Jie Han would still go slack off in the neighboring group.

Fang Ziye naturally couldn't escape; that's because Deng Yong and Fang Ziye have a master-disciple bond.

But Lan Tianluo and Jie Han have no real master-disciple relationship with Deng Yong. They wouldn't work overtime for Deng Yong temporarily.

No other reason: Deng Yong is very biased.

Outside the range of Deng Yong's private interests, everyone hasn't gotten much benefit either.

"Let's not talk about this anymore! ~"

"Can this world not keep turning without us few?" Fang Ziye didn't want to delve deeper into this topic, nor did he want to see Lan Tianluo and Li Yuanpei start arguing.

Li Yuanpei knew when to stop: "Then let's eat first. We'll chat about something else."

"Jie Han, I see these past few months, have you been running to the animal lab too much? Still running there in October?"

"Want me to get you a contact method?"

Previously it was Lan Tianluo talking to Li Yuanpei. Jie Han was originally gnawing on chicken feet. Hearing this, his body trembled slightly: "What contact method?"

Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo both instantly turned their heads to look at Li Yuanpei, faces full of gossip.

Li Yuanpei said: "Brother, you don't even look at what your Senior Brother is responsible for and does!"

"You like slightly chubby, plump ones."

"Actually, I think she's not as pretty as the new nurse in our department, Ji Qike!"

While Li Yuanpei spoke, Jie Han was extremely awkward the whole time.

He wanted to help explain a few sentences, but feared being misunderstood, so he remained in a state of wanting to speak but stopping, struggling.

"If you want to speak, just speak?" Fang Ziye looked at Jie Han and asked.

Jie Han isn't some wooden blockhead, or someone who doesn't get it.

On the contrary, Jie Han is quite bold in this aspect. Before, he even had designs on Luo Tingzhu for a long time, until Fang Ziye stepped in to knock some sense into him.

"Senior Brother, Li Senior Brother really misunderstood. I only discovered that the Junior Sister in the animal lab is my distant cousin."

"Roughly this kind of relationship. Let me sort it out for you: she's my maternal grandfather's paternal cousin's maternal granddaughter."

"When I went to my maternal grandfather's house before, I never met her. A few months ago when I was in seclusion in the animal lab, this little girl still wanted to pursue me……"

Jie Han spoke, and even laughed at himself.

Fang Ziye said: "That works. Your relationship is separated by who knows how many degrees."

Jie Han then laughed and said: "Senior Brother, then do you think I'd like this type?"

Fang Ziye wanted to knock all of Jie Han's teeth out.

Lan Tianluo glanced at Jie Han and said blandly: "Senior Brother, let's talk about other topics."

"Senior Brother, this year I applied for a scholarship again, but unfortunately, you can't apply anymore."

Hearing Lan Tianluo steer the topic into such a dead end, Li Yuanpei rolled his eyes: "Does Brother Ye still need to rely on a scholarship? How much money is a scholarship anyway?"

"Do you know how much the Provincial Natural Science Award is worth?"

"This time Brother Ye was invited to host a seminar. Do you know how much they'll give him? Two, three Special Prizes wouldn't even cover it!"

After Li Yuanpei finished, he said: "By the way, Brother Ye, if the money really comes through, post it in the small group chat so us brothers can admire it. At least we'll have something to look forward to."

"Okay, that works." Fang Ziye said.

Although formal staff can't flaunt wealth to junior doctors casually, what Fang Ziye gets isn't salary, but bonuses even more than salary.

It just sits there. As long as you have the capability, you can repeat it, you can learn it too.

But salary, that depends on each person's performance coefficient.

"Brother Ye, your savings should be almost enough to buy a house by now, right? Not far off from full payment either, right?" Li Yuanpei suddenly asked this.

Fang Ziye looked at Li Yuanpei: "Brother Pei, how many years has it been since you bought a house with full payment? Is the interest on your pocket money almost enough to buy another house?"

What kind of person is Li Yuanpei? During his Master's, he could spend seventy to eighty thousand on a private tutoring class to take the PhD entrance exam.

Without a family net worth of tens of millions or even over a hundred million, who could withstand this?

You should know, if you directly gave that money to Teacher Deng, the doctoral quota would probably be secured — why bother looking elsewhere?

Jie Han said enviously upon hearing this: "Brother Pei bought a stacked villa!"

Jie Han's family background wasn't great either, just slightly better than Fang Ziye's — the type from a county seat who grinded exams, both parents civil servants.

If Jie Han went back to his hometown, or even to his prefecture-level city, he could live worry-free for a lifetime on his parents' savings, with house and car as standard.

But if he wanted to buy a house in Han City, unless both sets of parents had something to embezzle, it wouldn't work!

"That's truly someone not to be trifled with!" Fang Ziye said.

Lan Tianluo also looked at Li Yuanpei and gave a thumbs-up.

Han City's stacked villas — in good locations, you can't even think about it without tens of millions.

"That was bought for me by my parents; I can't even support myself right now."

"Of course, if I don't touch those few things, I probably won't starve to death in this lifetime."

After Li Yuanpei laid bare his family background, he added: "No, brothers, if we're really just talking money, then today none of us should think about leaving happy."

"Do you know how much pocket money my elementary school buddy gets in a month?"

"Industry Brother, even you right now — don't use your annual salary to challenge someone else's pocket money!"

The wealthy have no upper limit — some are billionaires, some have net worths in the tens of billions.

Based on Li Yuanpei's analysis, his family assets might be in the hundreds of millions; the upper limit he could access, after springing into motion, could truly reach several billion in net worth, a family with over ten billion in cash flow.

A family like that — pocket money really isn't something you can imagine.

Seeing everyone fall silent, Li Yuanpei then said: "But believe it or not, even that buddy's parents wouldn't dare go head-to-head with an Academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences or Chinese Academy of Engineering."

Capital is awesome!

But generally speaking, domestically, no matter how awesome the capital, it still has certain limits and has to cower — some people you just can't hard-collide with.

A city can even decline because of one person, suffer discouragement because of one or two incidents — let alone you being just a family, a company?

Immediately after, Li Yuanpei added: "I personally also feel that even that buddy's parents, upon seeing Industry Brother, should be polite and courteous."

"So, tangible capability — this thing is good; it's the harder currency of social circles."

"Just the threshold is higher, harder to spend than money."

Social currency or its equivalent — only what can be spent can be converted into currency; otherwise it's just a pile of garbage.

Fang Ziye more or less figured it out: "Brother Pei, so you're saying these two fellow trainees of mine were conquered by you like this?"

"You padded all this groundwork just to kiss ass?"

Li Yuanpei's tone turned formal to the point of exaggeration: "Ziye, you actually think I'm kissing ass? What joke are you cracking?"

"I might not even have described half of your objective energy, okay?"

"Some things, though I can't access them, I'm not stupid — it's not that I can't think of them."

"Besides top-tier figures, who's qualified to become a code patient in a hospital?" Li Yuanpei rolled his eyes and said.

Those who can enter a hospital and become a code patient — how could ordinary businessmen compare?

In Eastern Han, purely having money only makes your life more comfortable, but it might also make you someone else's prey — that's reality.

"That actually makes some sense." Lan Tianluo nodded.

"Industry Brother, you've shown us the upper limit of our industry."

"..."

Only after sending off a few little ass-kissers with difficulty did Fang Ziye sprawl on the bed to rest.

The smile at the corner of his mouth only then became harder to suppress than an AK.

No other reason — this accident brought Fang Ziye too much fame and fortune.

Not just fame — based on what Fang Ziye himself learned and analyzed.

This one specialized seminar alone is enough to support Fang Ziye's steady promotion to Chief Physician and Professor.

Might not be fast, but no one dares block him!

You block? Then you host one!

Zhongnan Hospital — who can host such a seminar now? Whose research achievements can be this awesome?

Of course, within Han City University, there are those more "transcendent" than Fang Ziye — others host seminars with scope higher and wider than Fang Ziye's influence.

For instance, the giants in the Surveying and Mapping Academy — their academic research might all be classified!

And that is one of the true foundations of a top university.

Of course, such height, such nature — medicine can hardly reach. Because medicine's development purpose, after all, is for human health, not for the country's hard power!

But Fang Ziye doesn't need to compare with those!

Finally, Fang Ziye can stop and properly organize his contact list.

How to play?

For example, tap a J, and there's a string of Professor So-and-so, Professor So-and-so from Jishuitan Hospital, Jinan University Affiliated First Hospital, Jinan University Affiliated...

Kyoto University Affiliated...

Tap an M again.

Magic Capital Sixth Hospital So-and-so, Magic Capital Ninth Hospital So-and-so, Shanghai Jiao Tong University Affiliated Ruijin Hospital...

This is, for Fang Ziye currently, one of his quite hardcore soft assets.

Hardcore because the contact list is comprehensive enough — if Fang Ziye lies flat now, he can fly nationwide every day, do collaborations with these professors, and easily earn tens of millions!

This isn't a joke.

At the standard of tens of thousands per teaching surgery or teaching course, Fang Ziye can fly out tens of millions in three to four years.

And the reason it's soft assets is it can't be directly monetized very directly, but it can be more awesome than monetization!

The WeChat contact list kept growing, and some professors even shared the same name, so Fang Ziye had to make the label for each person even more careful and detailed.

This wasn't just one or two, it was several hundred, so sorting it out was still quite troublesome.

And after the seminar ended, Fang Ziye still had to make courtesy follow-up visits one by one, and exchange more!

Some things that were inconvenient to say at the seminar venue, some guidance — these professors might very well give you an extra mention in private.

You might get a dozen or so pointers, and they could serve you for years, even a lifetime!

By the time he finished all this, it was already eleven o'clock at night.

Then, Fang Ziye sent a thank-you text to Director Zu Haiguo, and sent a text message to Old Professor Gu Yuandong and Old Professor Qiu Zhenghua, reporting the seminar's progress.

People like this are transcendent existences; you can't disturb them day after day like a Person of Gratitude, but when they've arranged a good thing for you, if you don't give a reply, that's just too insensible!

After sending those, Fang Ziye finally sent a good-night message to Luo Tingzhu.

"Sleep early, you have work tomorrow."

"Thanks for your hard work this weekend! 'Mwah mwah'" Fang Ziye's reply looked greasy to outsiders, but ever since Fang Ziye saw the unrestrained chat content of couples online.

"Wet already," "Waiting for you," "Positions," and such chat content.

Fang Ziye only felt that the chat content between him and Luo Tingzhu couldn't be more plain!

"Putting on a face mask, will sleep after it's done! ~"

"Tomorrow morning, I'll bring clothes over for you, Senior Brother." Luo Tingzhu replied thoughtfully.

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu, the two of them, were still very obedient to advice.

Although ever since the two Old Academicians arrived, the two hadn't enjoyed "life" for a long time, but even holding it in, they had to endure.

A big tree attracts wind; the more critical the moment, the more the final stretch of time, the more you must guard the last post well.

Fang Ziye's clothes were all frequently collected by Luo Tingzhu from the Inpatient General Office and then brought over.

"Thanks, then you rest early too."

"I'll summarize a bit more, half an hour later, I'll sleep." Fang Ziye said.

Recently, he'd experienced too many happy events; Fang Ziye had to calm his mood, lest he get too arrogant, get lifted too high, and then fall all the more miserably!

Fang Ziye looked at his Memo; several potential risks, he had marked long before.

First, the matter of his exceptional promotion to Deputy Chief Physician had hit the hot searches.

Although it's been suppressed for now, netizens haven't found the real answer yet, and they definitely won't let it rest.

Although even if the truth were found, Fang Ziye wouldn't fear.

Peer review or Expert Reviewer — either way, Fang Ziye was confident he could break through their assessment, but he feared clueless netizens would directly, without any reason, rush Fang Ziye and Zhongnan Hospital.

And then stand at the eye of the storm of public opinion!

This is a hidden danger.

The second hidden danger, Fang Ziye wrote very simply: Paper.

The so-called Paper refers to that SCI Paper Fang Ziye published when he graduated with his Master's; that was given by Yuan Weihong.

This can be called the softest spot among all of Fang Ziye's papers, because Fang Ziye didn't participate throughout the whole process.

Therefore, even to this day, Fang Ziye has kept pondering that paper, and familiarizing himself with all the basic data inside.

And he speculated and analyzed that he had completed all the follow-up of the research project, and published so many Major Papers, so no one should notice this point.

Besides, he and his teacher were originally in the same research group; a paper has a corresponding author and a first author, even if you discovered it, what does it matter?

Can't I just be responsible for writing the paper and lending my name?

Fang Ziye added a few more words —

(Draft paper for publication, need to do well on data review and retention of original data.)

Some people specialize in finding loopholes in academic fraud to attract traffic; that's their line of work; even a small loophole might get slapped with a big label of unhealthy practices...

Of course, Fang Ziye didn't have any persecution complex; it was purely for safety!

A night without words.

The next day, after Fang Ziye got up early, he discovered breakfast and clothes were already placed on his desk.

When Luo Tingzhu came, Fang Ziye actually didn't know at all.

However, inside the clothes bag there was also a small note: "Senior Brother, I went for a morning run, so I brought them early."

The breakfast wasn't sent by Luo Tingzhu, but was brought by Lan Tianluo for Fang Ziye.

There's a WeChat message as proof: "Senior Brother, Master is too biased; clearly I've been working hard these days too, yet he says to let me bring you breakfast! ~"

"Instead of you treating us to breakfast!"

When Fang Ziye woke up, it was only 6:50; all of the above had already happened without his awareness.

Two exclamation marks were shocking to the eye; Lan Tianluo must have been awed by Fang Ziye's current empty fame.

Lan Tianluo himself likes doing academics; he just entered the field relatively late, so his accumulation is temporarily not as rich as Fang Ziye's!

Regarding Lan Tianluo's opinion, Fang Ziye still replied very cautiously: "Breakfast is a small matter; how about I directly transfer you a whole year's breakfast money?"

A year's breakfast money, at fifteen yuan a meal, is just over six thousand yuan.

However, Fang Ziye's joke didn't get a timely reply.

Fang Ziye didn't dawdle either; he hurriedly stirred the Hot Dry Noodles and ate them, then put on a towel, took his toothbrush, toothpaste, and cup, pushed open the door, and walked out.

Only, the moment Fang Ziye stepped out, he froze completely.

In the Department, his Master Deng Yong, Vice Professor Chen Fang from the neighboring Group, Vice Professor Peng Long and others stood in a row in white coats; behind them, Nie Xuehua, Qin Geluo and others stood neatly aligned...

Yan Zhiming, Doctor Li Yuanpei were naturally among them.

They subconsciously saw Fang Ziye push open the door, and then burst into applause.

This was a belated blessing and welcome ceremony for Fang Ziye having just finished the seminar!

But this applause lasted only three seconds before everyone came to an abrupt halt.

Because Fang Ziye's current getup was truly shabby!

Pajamas, sleep pants, wash face set, holding a basin in his hands, a towel draped around his neck — those who knew understood Fang Ziye was the Chief Resident and couldn't go home so he went to wash up.

Those who didn't know would think Fang Ziye was heading for the bathhouse!

Fang Ziye merely hesitated for three seconds, then hurriedly skipped past the corridor and ran straight into the doctor's office, his slippers scraping a "creak-creak" sound on the department's floor tiles!

Seeing this scene, Deng Yong, who had prepared a surprise ceremony for Fang Ziye, finally had his face twitch too: "Forget it, everyone disperse, we're all old acquaintances."

"Fine then! Teacher Deng." Chen Fang didn't even know how to roast this.

Actually Fang Ziye deserved this ceremony!

Once this symposium opened, Fang Ziye's position as Vice Chairman of the Hubei Province Medical Association Trauma Surgery Branch was a done deal, and when the next-next term election came around, Chairman wouldn't be a problem either.

Just, the timing and occasion weren't too suitable!

By the time Fang Ziye had changed back into trousers, leather shoes, tied his tie, put on his checkered shirt, and neatly arranged his newly bought white coat and name badge before entering the doctor's office, the bigwigs had all dispersed again!

Only Li Yuanpei, Xiong Jinhuan, and Liu Haojiang, a few Doctors, remained in the office holding the fort.

Fang Ziye touched his nose and said: "What's the situation exactly? Why didn't anyone give me advance notice?"

"Teacher Deng said he wanted to give Senior Brother you a surprise." Lan Tianluo said.

Surprised, yes. Happy, not one bit.

The Chief Resident's most embarrassing moment was watched like this, and still surprise my ass.

Still, the teacher's good intentions, Fang Ziye still had to express thanks, so he exited the office and walked into the Director's office.

In the office, Professor Deng Yong was drinking tea with Vice Professors Chen Fang and Peng Long. Deng Yong sat openly and comfortably, while Peng Long and Vice Professor Chen Fang only perched on half their buttocks.

"Ziye, Ziye!" Seeing Fang Ziye enter, both hurriedly called out to him first.

"Master, Teacher Chen, Teacher Peng." Fang Ziye returned the greeting.

Seeing the puzzled look on Fang Ziye's face, Deng Yong said directly: "Looks like some sense of ceremony, we can't learn it, so let's just speak some down-to-earth words."

"Ziye, you should treat guests to a meal, you know that right?"

Fang Ziye said: "On the first of next month, all teachers must grace us with your presence, I'll toast each of you a few cups then."

From the big picture, these people are all not outsiders, and they've helped Fang Ziye before, so being polite is definitely nothing.

Drinking is certainly not good, but a group of big men gathered together, if they don't drink a little, they'll feel the meal has no flavor.

"Then it's settled! ~"

Deng Yong continued: "Next I'll just casually rearrange our department's various groups again."

"Peng Long, you mean you still want to continue doing bone defect surgeries, and don't want to take on mangled extremity related surgeries anymore, right?"

Peng Long shook his head: "Teacher Deng, when on duty I'll definitely do them, but for routine elective surgeries, I still feel my personal capability is slightly insufficient, so I need to narrow our group's surgery categories a bit."

"Wait until opportunities mature later, then slowly explore!"

Not leading a group, you don't know the hardship of being in charge.

Peng Long now finally understood why Han Yuanxiao had 'gone crazy' before.

Leading a group certainly brings both fame and profit, but without sufficient capability and strength, it's just asking for suffering.

Some fame-and-profit games, aren't ones you can just worm your way into.

So Peng Long found Deng Yong and poured out his grievances: my routine surgeries still aren't done especially clearly, taking too big a step at once, easy to pull a groin.

So Peng Long decided to pull back his steps.

Vice Professor Chen Fang's choice differed from Peng Long's — he wanted more contact with mangled extremity and related disease types, willing to share the department's burden!

Both choices are not wrong.

Knowing difficulty and retreating is also a philosophy.

Fang Ziye now was certainly sitting openly in the office, and after everyone had stated their positions, he spoke: "Teacher Peng, continuing to deeply cultivate the two surgical techniques of nonunion and bone defect is very good."

"Our trauma surgery has many disease types, trauma surgery patients aren't all mangled extremity, I think it's quite good."

"If our department's mangled extremity treatment becomes relatively mature later, I also want to focus on bone defect and nonunion related surgeries!"

This counted as Fang Ziye's first time expressing his clinical inclination!

Mangled extremity limb-salvage surgery wasn't actually initiated by Fang Ziye — it was a coincidence, Fang Ziye happened to know it and opened the situation, so naturally he had to go deeper.

However, mangled extremity cases are ultimately only a tiny minority.

In Han City, if all major top-tier Grade-A hospitals promote this technique to maturity, just waiting for mangled extremity surgeries would narrow the scope.

A doctor's diagnosis and treatment objects are ultimately people, all patients should be included in the doctor's vision, all disease types should also have corresponding therapies relatively.

Deng Yong listened, then also wanted to pave a path for Fang Ziye, and said: "Ziye, then let's leave it at that. Peng Long, later if Ziye wants to follow you to learn bone defect, you won't refuse, right?"

Peng Long hurriedly shook his head to express: "Teacher Deng, this is something I couldn't ask for more!"

……

Fang Ziye's welcome ceremony didn't succeed, but for Professor Ryan and the others' welcome ceremony, it was quite successful and the process went smoothly.

Deng Yong first introduced Professor Ryan and the others' resumes, then Yuan Weihong began introducing each person's name, and everyone started applauding to welcome them.

After Deng Yong and the others held the welcome ceremony, they also had Professor Brandon speak as the visiting representative.

Professor Brandon didn't stand on ceremony, sitting and saying: "I believe all our surgical colleagues should be one family, the enemy we face is unpredictable disease."

"Although our trauma surgery people may have different academic concepts, may have cognitive differences, our purpose is the same."

"This time hearing Doctor Yuan say Eastern Han has a team that can treat mangled extremity very standardly, we all found it inconceivable, so we specially came to visit and observe."

"Very fortunate yesterday to see Doctor Fang's extremely exquisite operation, but unfortunately our own foundation and accumulation aren't enough, so we can't see through the logic hidden in the surgery."

"Also because of language differences, the basic knowledge we've learned still has a part that's not too perfect, if suitable, we still hope Doctor Fang can impart to us more systematic theory!"

Fang Ziye heard this, his gaze flashed.

The theory Yuan Weihong gave Professor Brandon and the others was certainly a theory system processed by Yuan Weihong himself, and also gone through Yuan Weihong's personal interpretation, translated once over.

This is equivalent to having gone through two rounds of relay; the meaning expressed becomes even more Yuan Weihong-ized, rather than Fang Ziye-ized!

"Thank you for Professor Brandon's praise; it is my honor. I will translate the content I know as faithfully as possible and send it to the several professors via email."

"But you also know, this takes time." Fang Ziye had been abroad, so his English was also quite fluent.

No one found this surprising because of it; most people can communicate entirely in English, including Lan Tianluo, Jie Han, and other Master's students.

In this way, it also counted as having handed over the shift.

Then began the very rule-abiding teaching ward round; today's ward round, because several foreign professors were visiting, every case was analyzed in relatively detailed fashion, letting them roughly understand what disease types are currently in the department.

In fact, the patient types in Deng Yong's Group are currently relatively singular.

Postoperative mangled extremity emergency surgery, postoperative functional reconstruction after mangled extremity limb salvage surgery, non-mangled extremity upper and lower limb functional impairment — these several major categories, and no other relatively ordinary trauma patients.

Monday is not Deng Yong's surgery day, but Vice Professor Chen Fang's Group's surgery day, so everyone could slow down the ward round pace.

After finishing the ward round, the time had already reached eleven in the morning.

After each bed-managing doctor walked toward the station to modify medical orders, Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong, the two of them, invited the three professors to the Director's Office.

Professor Brandon said: "Professor Deng, you really are too hard-working; your ward actually has this many patients, and after allocation to your clinical group, there are actually still more than twenty!"

"This is simply incredible!"

Foreign countries currently practice appointment-based diagnosis and treatment; daily outpatient volume is only a dozen or so, possibly not even a dozen.

Of course, foreign ward rounds are also very similar; surgery is also an appointment system, so clinical doctors can rest assured and boldly make every patient very meticulous.

According to their ward round rhythm, one group's patients would take a very long time to grind through, and each patient might need to review a lot of materials after the ward round ends.

But it seems that Eastern Han's medical process does not have this step.

This is a national conditions difference; Brandon didn't say anything about it, just asked: "Doctor Fang, may I ask what your next clinical project direction is?"

"Do you have plans to consider simplifying the standard operations of mangled extremity limb salvage surgery and functional reconstruction surgery, or developing some auxiliary instruments, such as suture devices?"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye frowned slightly: "Professor Brandon, why do you ask this? Actually, the next clinical project I want to do is unrelated to mangled extremity limb salvage surgery."

In Fang Ziye's vision, there are still more meaningful things to do; there is no necessity to keep butting heads with mangled extremity for operations.

The Brandon group was stunned upon hearing this, then Professor Wade asked: "Doctor Fang, why don't you continue researching mangled extremity? Is it because Eastern Han's patient volume isn't enough?"

"According to current social development trends, Eastern Han's mangled extremity emergency cases should be increasing!"

"Doctor Fang, surgical methods are actually a kind of tool; they are one of the tools we use to let patients reduce suffering and gain more function."

"If this tool is too complex, and the threshold required is too high, then it is actually not a mature tool, nor a mature surgery."

"Doctor Fang, you are the one most deeply involved in this research; you should simplify it, so more doctors can perform limb salvage surgery like you!"

Fang Ziye had been abroad and knew that many foreign specialist doctors, even for a lifetime, only do one kind of surgery, or surgery on one body part.

Some specialize only in hip replacement, some only in knee replacement; when others encounter patients not within their surgical scope, they recommend them to go to other doctors for surgery.

Domestic is not like this; as long as the patient registered, if you can't solve it, you must promptly find them another registration, otherwise they will feel you have no medical ethics!

"Professor Wade, your idea is correct, but our country's actual situation may not support us specializing in only one disease type; we need to become generalists, multi-skilled hands!" Fang Ziye cracked a joke.

Fang Ziye's answer was very formal.

Yuan Weihong then explained another sentence: "Although our country's specialties are divided very finely, each specialty's disease types are not selective; we operate in the form of clinical groups, one group receives many disease types."

"From outpatient to hospitalization, it is short-term appointment-based hospitalization system, not appointment-based surgery system."

"What a pity. Doctor Fang!"

Professor Brandon shook his head, face full of regret: "If you can specialize in one path, at your current age, by the time you reach our age, you might be able to develop mangled extremity limb salvage surgery to be even more perfect."

"However, Eastern Han's large patient volume and variety, and fewer medical staff, are also severe tests that must be faced."

"But even so, this is still our Orthopedics Department's loss!"

In Brandon's view, if mangled extremity limb salvage surgery is only developed to this extent, it is still far from enough; it requires a large amount of strict training for operators before doctors can mature.

Rather than only needing theoretical learning to have better tools assist a doctor in performing high-quality surgery.

One is training people, one is training instruments.

Fang Ziye replied: "Professor Brandon, I believe even without me, there can be other doctors who can simplify the surgical technique."

"My choice also depends on energy; I cannot turn a blind eye to a portion of my outpatient patients!"

"As a foreign famous saying goes, a person's lifetime is very short, living in morning and evening."

"We doctors should also live in the present; although it will be more tiring, this is our lovely country, its development time is not long."

"The growth and tests it must face, we must advance and retreat together with it."

Eastern Han is vast, population numerous, medical staff few; this is already an established fact.

But fortunately, today's Eastern Han, as long as you become a doctor, basically won't let you starve; although you can't reach great wealth and nobility, you will still be above the local general average level.

Fang Ziye still remembers that sentence: if you feel something is bad somewhere, you go do it, go build it!

This is a fact; although it is very tiring, although Fang Ziye could even run abroad to escape, face foreign reality.

Just be a single-disease-type!

But this is not Fang Ziye's choice; face difficulties when they exist, everyone face them together.

Who doesn't want it easier?

But, the current domestic environment is not yet to the point of making Fang Ziye destitute; even, this environment has let Fang Ziye step onto the first step of 'making a name for oneself'.

This is a depth-vs-breadth choice; Fang Ziye naturally knows, all techniques are the more precise the better.

Everyone knows eating meat is good!

But you regardless of reality go ask why not eat meat porridge? Isn't this talking nonsense?

What the country needs now is generalists, needs to raise the average level more broadly, not forge each technique into world top-tier!

Still let the current patients eat their fill first; only after eating their fill can they think about eating well!

"What a pity, what a pity!" Professor Brandon still muttered to himself.

As if he had lost a rising research star of Trauma Surgery.

However, in Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong's eyes, they were both immensely gratified.

These were not words they taught Fang Ziye, but Fang Ziye's own cognition and choice.

They had not only cultivated a young talent in Trauma Surgery, but also cultivated a very "proper" doctor for the country, at least for Han City.

If the big picture faces a predicament, we must share its rise and fall—how well said is that?

However, even so, Professor Brandon was still unwilling to give up: "Doctor Fang, but you should not give up the growth of 'Tissue damage and limb preservation,' it is what you developed, it is your child! ~"

"You must be responsible for its growth!"

(Chapter End)