Chapter 546

No place would fall into such chaos without Fang Ziye that time could not wear down, nor would any person completely lose their biological vitality just because Fang Ziye was not there.

This has remained unchanged since ancient times.

Therefore, if Fang Ziye wants to walk out of the swamp he himself doesn't even realize he's in, the best method is to change paths, not to stubbornly plod on into the dark.

Before realizing one is lost, following one's heart is all well and good; but after realizing one might be lost, still refusing to change paths — that is pure foolishness.

Fang Ziye can be anyone's tool, or he can be no one's tool.

When preparing to leave Zhongnan Hospital for a trip, on the first day of his leave, the "relative" of Jin Hongzhou that Fang Ziye encountered was enough to make Fang Ziye realize he might have become a certain kind of unconventional "puppet"!

Fang Ziye is no little fish or shrimp; in Hubei Province he still carries his own weight.

In reality, it is rare for someone to tie up another person and then destroy the body and erase all traces; at the very least, this kind of situation would not occur in broad daylight.

"I'm not brainless; I'm not anxious because I know there's no need to be. Steady step by steady step, there will be a day I rise — what's the rush?" Fang Ziye hung up the phone and murmured to himself.

Then he looked out the window; it was calm and peaceful. Although the weather had entered December and turned cool, the indoor temperature was still comfortable.

The house had heating; Fang Ziye didn't know if it was electric heating or central heating, but anyway, wearing just a thin pajama set was enough to keep out the cold.

After sending a goodnight message to Luo Tingzhu, Fang Ziye climbed into bed and went to sleep.

……

The next day.

Fang Ziye was woken by his alarm clock again; because his exercise time had shifted to the afternoon, his alarm went off at 8:05 every morning.

He got up, brushed his teeth, washed up, and wondered whether to eat a bowl of noodles or continue with steamed buns and boiled eggs.

When leaving, Fang Ziye put on the gloves, earmuffs, and scarf Luo Tingzhu had bought for him.

After all, he was a "man" who rode an electric scooter to and from work; not taking any protective measures and letting his flesh directly withstand the biting cold wind was completely unnecessary.

Everything was ready; the electric scooter's battery had been replaced with a new one again, and Fang Ziye twisted the throttle.

On the way, Fang Ziye ran into a professor from Internal Medicine, surnamed Qu, a professor of Digestive Internal Medicine.

The Digestive Internal Medicine department in the sanatorium had only four sub-groups: Cardiology, Respiratory Medicine, Neurology, and Digestive Internal Medicine — sufficient to handle emergencies.

Other sub-specialties did not have dedicated groups within the sanatorium.

And word had it that the Internal Medicine groups managed even fewer patients!

This is a sanatorium, not a nursing home; especially chronic diseases aren't sent here either. The theme from the start was high-end recuperation.

"Little Fang, that matter I mentioned to you last time — do you think it's feasible? If it is, I'll have my relative admitted to Enshi Central Hospital." Qu Tangwei asked without reservation.

"Professor Qu, I've been a bit busy lately; how about in a few days? Around the 20th or so, would that work?" Fang Ziye replied.

Qu Tangwei was the Group Leader Professor of the Digestive group, transferred from Peking Union Medical College Hospital, forty-eight this year, right in his prime.

He had a relative, in their twenties, with peripheral neuropathy causing physical weakness and abnormal muscle strength; he showed Fang Ziye the records and wanted to seek a consultation.

The resources inside the sanatorium — even for him, working inside — were impossible to bring in, so he settled for the next best thing, hoping Fang Ziye could operate at another hospital in Enshi.

But Fang Ziye had been quite busy recently, so he never agreed.

Moreover, to operate at Enshi Central Hospital he would have to go through procedures again, including reporting and registering with the Surgical Group Leader of the sanatorium.

What's more, surgical treatment in the sanatorium focused on boutique slow surgery; Fang Ziye also didn't want to be too busy, so not rushing and taking it slow was fine.

Strive to spend some time in the laboratory!

At worst, I should still properly celebrate a birthday; my fellow trainees and Luo Tingzhu are all so enthusiastic.

"That's good then, Professor Fang, thank you."

"I'll remember this favor; if you need anything in the future, give me a call."

"This niece of mine, I've watched her grow up since childhood; it wasn't until her junior year of college that this disease was discovered. Later, although she underwent systematic treatment, the efficacy has never been very good." Qu Tangwei laughed as he thanked him.

In the medical field, when your skill is high, all kinds of favors naturally come.

Fang Ziye didn't feel embarrassed either: "Professor Qu, once I've got the procedures sorted out in a while, I'll report to you?"

"Professor Fang, you're too polite!" The two were walking side by side.

But when they reached the doorway, Professor Qu sped up, passed through the main gate first, and headed straight for the sanatorium opposite.

Fang Ziye also had to pass through, but he saw that outside the gate, a security guard in uniform and a young man in a suit stood side by side.

The young man in the suit, with a shifty look, tiptoed and peered around; the uniformed young man beside him glanced at him askance with cautious wariness, not taking him seriously at all.

That look seemed like he could knock him down at any moment.

Professor Qu was crossing the road seriously; even though there were no cars, he still had to be careful.

Fang Ziye happened to pass through the motor vehicle lane gate next to the main gate, and the young man in the suit lunged over, directly blocking Fang Ziye's path.

If Fang Ziye hadn't braked in time, he would definitely have been set up for a "pengci" scam!

"What are you doing?" Fang Ziye was a bit annoyed.

He was riding along perfectly fine; when he left he specifically checked and the man wasn't blocking the way, then suddenly he lunged over — isn't that causing trouble for himself?

Unexpectedly, the suited youth grabbed the handlebar of Fang Ziye's electric vehicle with one hand, then raised his right hand and wiped his eyes: "Doctor Fang, finally found you."

"Doctor Fang, you have to save me! ~"

The other party's tone was extremely agitated right from the start, speech slightly slurred.

Only then did Fang Ziye notice the other's cheeks were slightly swollen, dark circles very heavy, lower eyelids puffy like a uremia patient's.

"My current workplace doesn't have registration; you should go find another doctor to see you." Fang Ziye's mindset eased a little.

Since he came seeking a consultation, seeing him was understandable; seeing a doctor is quite difficult.

Being able to find this place proved the other party had put in effort.

At a glance, the other party looked exactly like a patient.

"Doctor Fang, no, not to see you for an illness — to ask you to save my life!!"

"Doctor Fang, listen to me, my surname is Hu, given name is the single character Hai."

"Of course, Doctor Fang you can also call me Xiao Hu or Muddleheaded Worm, or whatever you like, but you must save me; if you don't save me, my life is over."

"Look at my face. My face wasn't swollen originally; my old man beat it into this state."

"Doctor Fang, sorry! ~" The young man tilted his neck, letting Fang Ziye carefully examine his profile.

Hu Hai had spoken to this extent; if Fang Ziye still didn't understand who he was, then this doctorate, this university education would have been wasted.

This one here is probably one of the team members who previously pulled strings to arrange hospitalization for Zhongnan Hospital Trauma Surgery patients, at least one of the beneficiaries.

"Didn't understand. I'm still rushing to work."

Fang Ziye naturally knew his own identity: "Long Ge, do me a favor. I'm going over to eat breakfast. After eating I still have to go to work; you help me block him. If he continues to harass me, trouble yourself to call the police for me."

"Sure thing, Professor Fang." The few big brothers guarding the gate had all become familiar with Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye himself didn't smoke, but every couple of days someone would give him cigarettes, and he would toss them over.

Although not valuable, it was very obvious Fang Ziye's identity was extraordinary.

Extraordinary identity, a technical big shot yet without any airs — if you don't form good connections with such a person, what are you even doing in society?

The security guard in uniform was surnamed Long, full name Long Jinhua. He also had a twin younger brother named Long Yinhua, but he had never enlisted; currently he's in university!

When Fang Ziye chatted with him, he had mentioned his younger brother, but said Fang Ziye's university and his brother's university seemed too different.

His younger brother had been unemployed twice.

Long Jinhua yanked Hu Hai to the side in one grab!

Fang Ziye twisted the handle intending to leave, but unexpectedly Hu Hai still lunged over: "Doctor Fang, no, you can't do this. Doing it like this really will get people killed."

"Doctor Fang, let's find a quiet place — that roadside over there. I'll explain in detail to you, okay?"

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda!" Hu Hai clasped his hands together, making a pleading gesture.

Fang Ziye was actually very clear-headed.

Why many patients can't get into Zhongnan Hospital — it's because he, Fang Ziye, has value, and there are people who hope he will perform surgery on them for treatment.

In other words, Fang Ziye's value is the root cause of someone stirring things up.

If Fang Ziye's side can open a path even a little, others wanting to play tricks again would be impossible.

However, previously Liu Huanglong himself cut off his own retreat first.

Hospital admission queuing!

Then what they can manipulate is the registration system.

Those able to control the hospital registration system — Fang Ziye had asked Lan Tianluo — are only the company providing the system to the hospital, existing in the underlying code.

Fang Ziye doesn't know the specific method, but Lan, in the system backend, can automatically control the registration system, and in the single-registration sub-column, establish an access system.

If it's not the same ID number, it can be set to 'slots full' or 'poor network connection'; after registration fills up, you log in again and there are no vacancies.

This kind of manipulation of the registration system — you want to investigate but have no way to start.

Long Jinhua saw Hu Hai actually escape from his hand, nearly crashing into Fang Ziye's car again; he couldn't help feeling a bit annoyed.

"Oh? Slightly trained, huh?" He increased his strength, then pulled Hu Hai away again.

Just now he thought the other party was just a gentle-looking 'pretty boy'.

Fang Ziye heard this and said: "Sorry, I don't know who you are. I'm just an ordinary person, an ordinary doctor."

"You also know, I'm Trauma Surgery. Trauma Surgery has very few fatal disease types. Our specialty currently pursues only treating disease, rarely saving lives!"

Unlike the folk rumors about Huaxi Hospital only saving lives and not treating disease, most hospital specialties actually fulfill the duty of treating disease.

Most truly fatal Trauma Surgery disease types die before reaching the hospital.

After arriving at the hospital, trauma disease types — except for large artery damage or pelvic hematoma — are rarely fatal.

And if it involves large artery damage, the first time they call Vascular Surgery people.

"Big Brother Jin, you still help me call the police. Otherwise, looks like I'll be late for work today! ~" Fang Ziye directly stepped down, simply pushing the cart and walking.

If the other party still wants to crash into him, that's purely a 'touch porcelain' scam. With surveillance present, Fang Ziye can counter-sue him for extortion.

But if you ride a bike and hit someone, there will be a certain degree of entanglement instead!

Fang Ziye's indifference somewhat exceeded Hu Hai's understanding of Fang Ziye.

However, Fang Ziye simply didn't spare a glance his way, just pushed the cart onto the road, looked around for a moment, then pushed the cart across the road and headed straight for the sanatorium.

Hu Hai was still tightly gripped by Long Jinhua, flopping like a fish on the ground: "Let go of me, you f***er! Grass mud horse!"

Seeing Fang Ziye enter the sanatorium, Hu Hai let up.

He hadn't hurt anyone, and wasn't afraid of the other party making a scene.

And once Fang Ziye entered the sanatorium, he wasn't afraid of Hu Hai following in further; he wouldn't even dare to barge in.

The gate guards there are the real deal — armed.

No matter how bold Hu Hai is, if the people inside pin a 'trespassing confidential area' charge on him, no one can get him out!

"Doctor Fang, Professor Fang, Professor Fang, listen to me explain..."

"Doctor Fang." Hu Hai hurriedly ran to the opposite doorway.

This time, facing him was an armed police officer on duty standing ramrod straight, still holding a riot shield.

Fang Ziye didn't turn his head back.

Hu Hai completely panicked!

You see, some things he promised, he already collected. Now he wants to return them but can't. And some resources were things he actively went out to gather.

If it's really not handled well, actual death may not happen, but the consequences could be even more severe than someone dying!

His old man definitely won't be able to get by anymore, and might even go in.

He himself would go in too!

"Professor Fang." Hu Hai continued shouting inside, but Fang Ziye had already parked the car and walked toward the canteen.

"Can't enter here, can't take photos, can't linger long." The youth holding the riot shield spoke a warning.

"I! ~"

Hu Hai had nothing to say; he turned and glared at the security guard opposite with a look of pure resentment, his two hands clenching tight.

But in the end, the raised fist was still put down.

This is a rule-of-law society now; impotent rage solves no problems, violence only makes things worse and will not solve the problem.

Fortunately, he had Fang Ziye's phone number.

He hurriedly crouched beside a car and began sending messages with heartfelt sincerity!

After Fang Ziye entered the canteen, he naturally kept his word and sat opposite Professor Qu; Fang Ziye ordered a bowl of round rice noodles, self-serve toppings.

However, Fang Ziye did not ladle on a lot.

After sitting opposite Qu Tangwei, Qu Tangwei asked: "Professor Fang, what is the situation with that person outside?"

"Professor Fang, you are so young, yet your reputation is not low at all? Patients chase your fame all the way here."

Famous doctors have many patients.

A truly formidable doctor's own name is a very stable source of patients.

Well-known experts and professors, relying on oral transmission alone, can have their daily appointment slots snapped up in seconds — this is no joke.

Fang Ziye shook his head and said: "Professor Qu, please don't mock me; my coming here was also a solution born of having no choice."

"That one outside is probably one of the puppet masters."

When Fang Ziye talked with others about why he came to the sanatorium, he also openly told his previous predicament.

Hearing this, most people were still indignant.

As a doctor, you indeed treat whoever comes, but you completely bound the patients who registered under me — no one would be comfortable in that position.

Isn't that just raising you in captivity?

Although it is said that ordinary people don't get targeted with this kind of new 'underhanded' tactic; those who can be treated this way are all medical masters and super-masters.

But uncomfortable is uncomfortable.

To put it another way, Fang Ziye coming to the sanatorium at least gave him a bit of his own 'prospect' — for fame, for profit, for the sake of his own family.

Staying at Zhongnan Hospital, the little they gave him was like alms — could it be truly equal?

"Found you this fast, Doctor Fang? These people's energy is not small either." Qu Tangwei showed no expression.

He is a professor at Peking Union Medical College Hospital; his social circle is also quite wide.

Although many times he is treated as a so-called 'top scholar', in reality Qu Tangwei knows clearly that his connections are exchanged for his position, not because he is truly respected by some people.

Except for some patients who recovered under his care, who sincerely thank him, everyone else?

If you don't ask favors of people, you have no favors owed.

On the contrary, they don't have the real power of the positions some people hold!

"I don't know either." Fang Ziye replied with a smile.

Qu Tangwei then said: "But Professor Fang, the step you chose is indeed ruthless enough!"

"Cutting off the fuel under the cauldron — that's about what it amounts to."

"Then how do you plan to handle it?"

Beating these people to death with a single stick would certainly vent one's anger, but if one is completely irresponsible, afterward Fang Ziye might find it hard to get by when he goes back.

As long as someone trips up Fang Ziye at a critical moment, Fang Ziye might never advance another inch!

"Professor Qu, to tell the truth, I still have no clue at all right now; I can only take it slow and see as I go."

"I actually just want to be a good doctor, and along with my team's capability and progress, do some research."

"Where would I know how to handle these things?" Fang Ziye still shook his head.

Professor Qu still overestimated him.

Fang Ziye's current social resources can handle some relatively ordinary matters without difficulty — whether finding Doctor Chen Lao or finding Fang Ziye's master Deng Yong.

Even going to find Dean Wang, the other party could sell Fang Ziye a few points of face.

But this matter currently has no direct losses; how do you say to handle it?

This is precisely the brilliance of the other party's technique!

He didn't harm you!

Acting on the non-maleficence principle, you bear a grudge, yet you yourself become serious first.

But asking Fang Ziye to go clean up a rotten mess for him — that is also impossible.

"Buzz! ~~~ Buzz! ~~~~"

The phone's text message alert and vibration rang out, the tone lasting a long time.

Fang Ziye had only eaten one-third of his noodles; he opened it to look — a stranger's message.

Opening with 'Professor Fang', it probably wasn't someone familiar either; he simply decided to wait until after eating to read it.

"Professor Fang, I personally still feel that enemies should be resolved, not knotted; but how to handle it is still up to Professor Fang's own choice."

"I am old, so I handle things more softly." Qu Tangwei stated his position first.

One is to show goodwill, two is to clarify his own stance.

After a person has scrambled in society for a long time, they all gradually become low-key — high-profile in doing things, low-key in being a person.

"Thank you, Professor Qu! ~" Fang Ziye replied.

After finishing the meal, Fang Ziye and Professor Qu Tangwei each went their separate ways, rushing to different places.

Only then did Fang Ziye read the incoming messages — four in total.

"Professor Fang, I am still Hu Hai; first I must apologize to you — I was blinded by greed, relying on some underhanded means to manipulate some bad things." The first message: apologize first, then admit fault.

"But I swear, I never had any intention of harming Doctor Fang; on the contrary, I even mobilized some of my own resources to strive for some rights and interests for Doctor Fang as much as possible."

"Although these rights and interests are all external things, they are also within the scope of my capability; I have never had any malice toward Professor Fang." This is the second message, stating his position.

The other party is not the kind of ignorant 'second generation' who acts exceptionally brainlessly.

On the contrary, he was quite cultured; in speech and conduct, he grasped the proper measure perfectly.

"Admittedly, Professor Fang, I borrowed your name to make some unsavory deals. I am being frank with you, Professor Fang — I exchanged for and obtained a great many things!"

"But none of it involves concrete money or goods; I personally don't lack those things either. My promotion to Deputy Bureau Level, and some other things — all are gains obtained during this period."

"Additionally, there are some rather good opportunities; I can hand them all over to Professor Fang for you to be frank about slowly."

"The above are all where I was wrong, but Professor Fang, please understand: once a transaction is reached, it is very hard to undo. Ordinary people's contracts, if breached, face cruel compensation. I truly have reached a dead end now." The third point, he explained his predicament.

The fourth point, also the longest one, with clearly separated paragraphs:

"Professor Fang, I have sorted out and handled a batch of interpersonal relationships. Now there are eight patients in total. I hope Professor Fang can extend a helping hand, guided by the Great Physician's virtue of relieving patients' suffering, so that these people mired in pain can see improvement."

"The patients will remember Professor Fang's kindness; I, Hu Hai, will also cherish Doctor Fang's benevolent grace. Not to say I would die a hundred deaths without hesitation, but if there is ever a request in the future, I will surely exert my utmost to help you, Doctor Fang."

"Among these eight patients, two can come directly to your esteemed sanatorium; it's just that currently the sanatorium lacks a one-way selection mechanism to transfer patients over."

"The other six, we can come to Enshi's hospitals on our own. As long as Doctor Fang you spare a little time to perform the surgeries, we will cherish your mercy."

"This way my current predicament can be resolved. I guarantee I can return everything I obtained, in full — even if I apply to go work in a remote area, so be it, or any other demand; as long as Doctor Fang you raise it, I will comply without exception!"

Hu Hai wasn't that kind of crude person; looking at this little essay he wrote, one glance shows it was honed from official documents — the wording is polished and practiced!

He should count as a cultured man. If Fang Ziye were to write this kind of little essay himself, he couldn't reach this level.

Fang Ziye still did not reply.

What does this have to do with what?

You admit fault and I have to help you? You say you face a predicament, so I have to repay enmity with virtue?

You may not have harmed anyone, but you disgusted people, didn't you? You forgot that yourself?

To put it unpleasantly, right now I, Fang Ziye, at Zhongnan Hospital, am thriving. If you people hadn't appeared, Fang Ziye wouldn't have had to come running to Enshi Yangyuan at all.

Although coming here is also quite good — it happens to be the compensatory leave after the Chief Resident stepped down, and I can also secure some benefits for myself and my family.

But even if I hadn't come, Fang Ziye's team would still keep producing results continuously, with no need to run around east and west, directly striving toward building a National First-class Trauma Surgery department.

Estimated in a few years, the Top Ten in Trauma Surgery will have a seat for Zhongnan Hospital.

Fang Ziye's several Level 6 skills, countless Level 5 skills — are completely capable of achieving this!

……

At 8:55, Professor Gong Jiahe and the others all arrived.

The group chatted and laughed.

Professor Gong Jiahe, while looking at the X-ray Pelvic AP View of the previous surgical patient in the Film Reading System, exclaimed: "This surgical quality — simply nothing to criticize."

"Professor Fang, look at this! ~"

After surgery is done, a recheck is definitely needed; only after recovery reaches a certain degree does the rehabilitation phase begin.

By then, the patient might be getting out of bed and walking around.

Fang Zhikuan and the others are all trauma surgery experts. They might not be able to perform some surgeries, but they have the eye to evaluate whether surgical quality is good or bad.

Fang Zhikuan isn't blind. When Gong Jiahe was reading the films, he saw it too — he just sighed, then stared at Fang Ziye's two hands, smacking his lips, the wrinkles on his face deepening a few degrees: "I only hate that I can't chop off my own hands and attach Professor Fang's hands onto me."

"Does anyone among you know if anyone has ever successfully performed this kind of allogeneic limb transplant surgery?"

Fang Zhikuan did not reply; instead, in a tone of serious academic discussion, he made a high-end joke.

This is high-level exchange and bootlicking.

Gu Yi, hearing this, immediately found a point to interject: "Professor Fang, this kind of surgery cannot pass ethics review approval — it's impossible to appear."

Organ transplantation does not include limb transplantation.

Because organ transplantation does not affect the deceased's appearance after death.

If limbs and organs were also donated, it would truly violate the spirit of humanitarianism; no country would ever agree to approve such a surgery.

"Xiao Gu, your Junior Brother's attitude is too obvious, isn't it?" Fang Zhikuan laughed.

"Fellow Disciples — that is fate cultivated in a past life."

"We are clan brothers." Gu Yi said.

Fang Ziye, hearing this, interrupted: "Professor Gong, Professor Fang, and Professor Yan — regarding this bone defect patient, the postoperative rehabilitation is something we can very much look forward to."

"The main postoperative priority is preventing infection, so we still need to ask the Respiratory Medicine Department professors for more consultation support."

"Additionally, the other nonunion patient — I've pondered a bit since returning recently, and I have an idea, not sure if it's mature."

"The patient's fracture fixation situation is very good; the surgery was done beautifully. Moreover, we've already checked many laboratory tests related to immunity and rheumatology — all normal."

"Nonunion also cannot be caused by high blood sugar. Then we should consider whether local blood supply has been affected."

"I propose we regularly monitor with MRI — no need for contrast."

"Just a routine MRI with enhancement will do."

"The above is my first idea."

"Second, I reviewed the patient's past postoperative recheck imaging results — all found that after every check, the fracture ends showed no signs of healing."

"That is, it seems there are no signs of granulation tissue generation. So I propose we do a small experiment: give the patient a delicate bone traction pinhole!"

"Then continue observation for a while — whether the bone traction pinhole shows a fracture healing phase. This way we either affirm the patient's self-healing ability or negate it!"

Fracture rehabilitation is divided into four phases — this is general content found in fracture overview; everyone is very familiar.

When encountering unknown disease types, one must start from these basic principles.

Fracture rehabilitation is divided into four phases: 1. Granulation repair; 2. Primitive callus formation; 3. Mature bone plate; 4. Remodeling.

The granulation repair phase is when fracture ends bleed and swell, causing surrounding bone marrow stem cells to secrete to the fracture surroundings, forming a local hematoma. This process takes about half a month.

If even this first step isn't seen, then there's no need to discuss the subsequent steps.

Fang Ziye continued: "The fourth possibility — I looked again at the patient's initial case record, which wrote: open fracture, with irregular fracture fragments."

"The day before yesterday, I asked the patient. After injury the patient was unconscious; there were other injured at the same scene. Then, you say — is there such a possibility."

"The day before yesterday, I asked the patient. After the injury, the patient was in a state of Consciousness Unclear. There were other wounded at the same scene. So, tell me, is there a possibility like this."

"That is this irregular fracture fragment — it doesn't belong to the patient, but to someone else. So, during the first fracture treatment surgery, another person's fracture fragment was retained as if it were the patient's own, serving as a bone-support stent. That's why a local immune rejection reaction occurred."

"These fracture fragments have completely necrosed and been absorbed in subsequent surgeries, yet a local immune rejection reaction still persists. That is the key reason why subsequent surgeries still fail to heal."

"There is a fifth possibility: some of the drugs we use cannot reach the fracture ends."

"For a normal person, even if drugs promoting fracture healing don't reach the local site, the patient's own body has reparative capacity and doesn't need external drug assistance. But this patient cannot..."

"If that's the case, we can try local drug delivery via local puncture or interventional approach."

Fang Ziye's Trauma Surgery basic theory is Level 6; therefore, he has a thorough grasp of all principles and instantly listed five options.

After listing them, naturally came the discussion phase.

In the end, three plans were confirmed: one is to attempt to prove the patient's self-healing ability via bone traction holes; the second is local drug delivery; the third is to consider whether there truly exists a local immune rejection.

The first two are preferred; the third is the fallback.

After this patient's treatment exploration was settled, Fang Ziye then said: "Professor Gong, I feel that the sixth patient posted in the group chat yesterday is still quite interesting?"

Hearing this, Gong Jiahe — who is familiar with the daily cases — immediately frowned: "Professor Fang, you mean that patient with extreme lower limb deformity?"

"Deformity of this degree is not easy to treat. His affected limb is at least twenty centimeters shorter than the healthy side!"

"And there's also a certain degree of muscle atrophy."

For typical deformities, it's usually shortening within ten centimeters. What concept is a twenty-centimeter lower limb shortening?

If you restore the limb to normal, what about the muscles? What about the skin?

What about the blood vessels and nerves?

Full transplantation?

Currently, the treatment team is considering whether to perform shortening displacement on the healthy side.

"It is quite difficult. Precisely because it's difficult, we can try!" Fang Ziye said.

"However, this is just my preliminary personal idea. Whether to admit the patient still needs several professors to discuss together."

Fang Ziye would not act unilaterally!

The disease types that can come here are all bizarre; who knows where the sanatorium finds them.

However, Eastern Han's territory is vast; whatever rare disease types exist, there actually could be cases.

It's just a matter of more or less.

Under the massive base, the patient volume is still too large.

After the discussion, Professor Gong Jiahe led the team to first check on that old grandma and explained the situation.

The old woman was already despairing, so she said: "Professor Gong, anyway I've already accepted amputation. You just do it?"

"Even experimenting is fine. I just want to amputate early and go back early." The old woman's face showed no expression at all.

Hope after hope, disappointment after disappointment — naturally, she became indifferent.

Pain had persisted on her body for ten years!

She, who firmly believed in materialism, even suspected whether she had offended some bodhisattva, who specially came to punish her like this.

"We'll do our best!" Professor Gong replied.

After this, Fang Ziye ended another "busy and fatigued" day at eleven in the morning.

Today Fang Ziye planned to go into the city once to buy some things.

Mainly to buy some snacks, drinks, etc.

The sanatorium's facilities are certainly good, but there are no snacks.

For Luo Tingzhu, that "snack harvester," coming here without provisions would not do.

Although eating snacks isn't good, Luo Tingzhu is now slowly quitting, just reducing the frequency.

After all, this is a habit that has accompanied her for a long time, even replacing maternal love to a certain extent; it can't be stopped that fast.

Besides, Luo Tingzhu is still young, so Fang Ziye didn't use forced measures to make her quit snacks.

"Professor Fang, Professor Fang! ~"

"You're off work, right? Let's talk alone." Fang Ziye had just stepped out the door when Hu Hai was actually still there, looking at him with a grin!

"We don't know each other, Big Brother."

"Don't come chat with me. There's nothing to talk about. I'm very busy with work right now." Fang Ziye replied coldly.

Hu Hai approached, laid out his trump card, and lowered his voice: "Professor Fang, Natural Science Award, Chutian Scholar."

"Hubei Top Ten Outstanding Youth! ~"

"Professor Fang, I can spare no effort to help you get them, and I'll definitely get them."

Since Fang Ziye doesn't seek money or connections, he must seek fame; Hu Hai could only hope for that.

"No, Big Brother. I said we don't know each other. Your current behavior counts as harassment, you know?"

"I called the police, okay?" Fang Ziye picked up his mobile phone.

"Professor Fang, then you name your conditions. Anything goes. Does your relative need help with civil service exams?"

"Need a professional title promotion? If it's at some company, promotion and salary increase are all possible." Hu Hai was desperate.

How the hell does he eat neither soft nor hard?

What huge grudge do we have?

"Hello, is this 110?"

"Yes, I want to report a crime. I'm being stalked and harassed. I'm at the Enshi sanatorium here!"

"There's surveillance video, and the gate guard can testify for me." Fang Ziye calmly conversed with the person inside.

Hearing this, Hu Hai's face turned an ugly pig-liver color.

He clenched his fists tightly again, but seeing Fang Ziye's height, build, and sturdy muscles, he felt a bit intimidated.

Fang Ziye is an orthopedic doctor.

"Professor Fang, do you really have to go for broke?" Hu Hai asked.

"I don't understand what you mean. I've already called the police."

"Your understanding of 'mutual destruction' is your understanding. The fish may die, but the net doesn't necessarily break. Everyone who catches fish knows this is common sense." Fang Ziye replied coldly, then continued pushing the cart across the road to avoid him crashing into it.

"Do you believe I can make it so your teacher can't get by?" Hu Hai finally lowered his voice and threatened.

"I believe it!" Fang Ziye turned back, nodded, then without any further reaction, walked into the community opposite.

Hu Hai was confused.

Then what?

You believe it and then there's no then???

When Fang Ziye came out, the police had arrived.

Although Hu Hai had already left, the surveillance video was still there. Hu Hai had squatted here for a full six hours, coming since early morning, wandering around.

Then he only looked for Fang Ziye. After Fang Ziye explained that he didn't know the other party, and had no interaction or grievances, the police made a record.

Hu Hai didn't have any more words to continue entangling, and they couldn't possibly detain Hu Hai either.

But Hu Hai still left.

Only then did Fang Ziye return to the villa again.

Since Hu Hai put it that way, he certainly wouldn't go into the city to buy things and procure supplies anymore.

Takeout not good? Errand service no good? Online shopping express delivery directly to the community doorway not possible?

After Fang Ziye returned to the house again, he poured himself a cup of hot tea, then sat in front of the computer and started opening his email.

In the email, there were three more unread messages, all articles published successively by the Fang Ziye Team.

Previously, Jie Han had stored twenty-plus articles in advance. Under the current slow release, at least two or three are produced a month.

Not picky either — high-score journals, mid-score journals, low-score journals, all get published.

However, journals below ten points, the Fang Ziye Team doesn't consider submitting to. These are all brand-new research.

This year, the Fang Ziye Team's output can be described as an explosion.

Afternoon, around four o'clock.

Fang Ziye then received another call from an unknown number.

The voice on the other end was more mature than the Hu Hai he saw today. Opening with: "Professor Fang, if it's convenient, may I disturb you for a few minutes on the phone?"

The other party should be a middle-aged man. Judging by the voice, roughly forty or fifty. Fang Ziye couldn't be sure.

"I'm reading literature, not very convenient." Fang Ziye replied.

The other party took a deep breath, voice steady: "Professor Fang, we really don't want to make an enemy of you, and never thought it would come to this."

"Admitting punishment and accepting a beating for doing wrong is fine, but you won't even help with a small favor?"

Fang Ziye then said: "I don't know what you're talking about. Since I've already chosen, I don't want to entangle in anything anymore."

"I heard my Master say a phrase: only the patients you encounter yourself are the ones you should be responsible for."

"Medicine does not knock on doors!"

"Your own matters, you think of your own solutions. However you operated before, operate that way again now. As for what costs are incurred, that's also not something I should consider!" Fang Ziye's expressed meaning was already very obvious.

(Chapter End)