Chapter 550: The Value of Professor Fang

"Senior Brother, how come I never noticed before that you're actually this mischievous?" In the villa, after hanging up the phone, Luo Tingzhu asked with puzzlement, having put some distance between herself and Fang Ziye.

Seeing Luo Tingzhu bring up the past, Fang Ziye replied with amusement: "Didn't you also misunderstand that I had a rather special collection habit?"

"What's one more mischievous label on me?"

Fang Ziye actually only found out later that it was Luo Tingzhu who made the first move on him; back then Fang Ziye was still rather naive, and only thought Luo Tingzhu had accidentally sent her own selfie by mistake.

At that time, Fang Ziye's sources of Knowledge Points were very few, so he was unwilling to let go of the Knowledge Point gain brought by every experimental test result.

So he went around asking for photos everywhere.

This habit continued until Fang Ziye went overseas; after Luo Tingzhu became Fang Ziye's girlfriend, she frankly asked Fang Ziye, and also asked if Fang Ziye had looked at other girls.

Fang Ziye explained at the time that he looked at those photos purely for academic purposes.

He also listed his academic achievements and chat records with others to Luo Tingzhu; apart from Luo Tingzhu who would send pictures, most were sent by Qian Qiaofeng.

Upon hearing this, Luo Tingzhu naturally was coaxed into believing it.

Looking again at Luo Tingzhu sitting opposite, in a silk long-sleeved robe, her figure exquisite, her cheeks suddenly flushed red.

She hugged a yellow square SpongeBob pillow, her eyes limpid.

Obviously recalling her own previous actions, she herself felt embarrassed.

Luo Tingzhu hurriedly changed the subject: "Senior Brother, you've done this not just once."

The last time was around May, still in Han City, still in their rented apartment; it was Deng Yong who called, and Fang Ziye acted like an uninvolved bystander while being lewd on the phone.

Fang Ziye stroked his chin and said: "Then I'll pay attention next time, after the call?"

Luo Tingzhu directly threw the pillow over; Fang Ziye dodged it, then pounced toward Luo Tingzhu; seeing this, Luo Tingzhu hurriedly dodged away.

About two hours later, Luo Tingzhu, drowsy and drunk with sleep, finally opened her eyes softly and powerlessly.

At this moment, Fang Ziye was reclining on the bed, seriously reading the messages in his email.

Among them were some manuscript review feedback, and some were replies from professors Fang Ziye had proactively contacted after a previous seminar.

Luo Tingzhu propped herself up, used the hair tie on her wrist to tie up her hair, then picked up her phone to check the time before saying in a desolate tone: "Senior Brother, I'm going to take a shower, then I have to head to the station."

Fang Ziye held his phone; the time had already reached 5:30 PM; Luo Tingzhu's train was at 7:20.

"I'll go pack some snacks for you; it's too late at this hour, you'd be ordering takeout yourself once you're back in Han City."

Fang Ziye also got off the bed, tidying up the battlefield debris while saying: "Earlier I saw you sleeping too soundly, so I couldn't bear to wake you."

Luo Tingzhu's movements paused slightly, and she blushed again; this time it was a faint pink flush, not just the burning red of shyness.

With parting ahead, Fang Ziye no longer continued teasing his little girlfriend, but instead seriously and earnestly went to prepare her "dry rations" for the journey.

A bunch of grapes, two peaches, twenty-odd cherries, twenty-odd winter jujubes, a large pack of snacks, two slices of bread, two boxes of milk.

If Luo Tingzhu didn't have an explosive appetite, it would be enough to last until tomorrow morning.

Putting the washed fruit into a dedicated fruit box, stuffing the snacks into a snack pack for convenient carrying.

Luo Tingzhu's clothes and luggage, she had already finished packing while Fang Ziye went to perform surgery.

Therefore, all that remained was to wait for Luo Tingzhu to finish her shower and apply her face cream, then they could set off.

At the train station, because it wasn't a special weekend, let alone a holiday, there were very few pedestrians.

The time had already reached 6:57; Luo Tingzhu still couldn't bear to enter the station for security check, until the 7:00 alarm rang, then Luo Tingzhu hugged Fang Ziye once more, and walked toward the security checkpoint with one step and two glances back.

"It's fine, I'll be back in Han City in a few days." Fang Ziye waved at her.

Then he took the initiative to leave first!

If the reluctance to part continued endlessly, it would never end.

Turning back, Fang Ziye walked straight to the train station entrance and hailed a car.

Fang Ziye originally still planned to walk up from the blockade point, but unexpectedly, when returning, the blockade had already been lifted.

The driver didn't say much either; he just gave Fang Ziye a ride further, until the villa entrance, then held out a QR code while saying: "Brother, it's not that Big Brother is ripping you off, it's just that the return trip from here can only run empty."

The driver raised the price; Fang Ziye could understand.

The increase wasn't much, just five yuan; Fang Ziye decisively scanned and paid the other party, then strode into the villa area.

"Tingzhu, I'm home already, you rest well, I'll come to Han City on New Year's Day to keep you company for the New Year's Eve countdown."

"You've seen it too; this Enshi Yangyuan platform is actually very good, very suitable for doing academics and scholarship." Fang Ziye said.

"Mm, I've already arrived at Ba County now."

"Don't know if this year, if I go to Uncle and Aunt's home for the New Year, they'll dislike me for having nowhere else to go." Luo Tingzhu suddenly said this.

"How could they? They'd be overjoyed."

Fang Ziye said: "Did you forget the matter of you gaining a few pounds before?"

"Don't mention this again!!! I haven't eaten snacks for half a month in Han City, and only lost one pound." The exclamation marks and emoticons Luo Tingzhu sent were exceptionally goofy.

Perhaps no girl can calmly accept the fact of herself getting fat or ugly.

Even if she is Luo Tingzhu, an academic girl who usually rarely cares about outside gazes.

Otherwise, who in general would carry a snack pack every day, and use duck feet as "hard currency" in social interactions?

"Mm, I'm going to Professor Gong's place now, have something to do!"

"After you arrive, just take a taxi straight back; when you're home, video call me to chat." Fang Ziye replied like this.

After Luo Tingzhu replied with an okay, Fang Ziye hurried toward the courtyard where Professor Gong was.

The villa area is row houses, twenty or thirty units total, right? Only Chief Physicians have the chance to live here.

For example Professor Yan Huanan, was previously an Associate Professor, now couldn't move in, still lives in the same building as Gu Yi and the others.

But actually the supporting facilities inside are also excellent.

After Fang Ziye pressed the doorbell, five people came out from Professor Gong's courtyard.

Fang Ziye recognized all of them.

Old Chinese Doctor Chen, Neurosurgery Professor Zheng Dahai, Professor Gong Jiahe, Spine Surgery Professor Kuang Leyou, Hand Surgery Professor Du Donglin.

Old Chinese Doctor Chen is the Person in Charge of the Yangyuan's Medical Group, and also the actual Group Leader of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Group; he comes to the Yangyuan at least three times a week.

Not bad, over eighty years old, and still running around this diligently!

However, this is only the second time Fang Ziye has seen him this year; the first time was when Fang Ziye was just planning to come.

When Fang Ziye came here to report, Old Chinese Doctor Chen didn't even show his face.

"Teacher Chen, Teacher Zheng, Teacher Kuang, Teacher Lin, Professor Gong..." After Fang Ziye called out to them one by one.

He then smiled and explained: "I originally planned to find Professor Gong to review the case again, but it seems it's not very convenient."

"No no no!" Gong Jiahe hurriedly waved his hands.

"Doctor Fang, you've come at just the right time; the Rehabilitation Group and the Testing Department recorded today this one patient's postoperative data on the first day after the surgery ended today."

"Dean Chen is currently leading us in reviewing the data." Gong Jiahe explained, and opened the door.

Old Chinese Doctor Chen, full name Chen Song, has a very simple name — father Chen, mother Song; privately many people call him Dean Chen, meaning the Yangyuan Dean.

However, Fang Ziye is more used to calling him Teacher Chen.

This is a habit Fang Ziye brought from Zhongnan Hospital, and it's hard to change for a while.

After Fang Ziye walked into the courtyard, Old Chinese Doctor Chen then smiled and said: "Professor Fang, since you have time, come over and sit for a bit."

"Originally I wanted to call you over early on, but I heard Professor Gong say you had other important matters. So it wasn't good to disturb you."

"Since ancient times there's a saying: Golden List Success, minor promotion."

"If Professor Fang ever has a happy event, remember to notify me; I haven't drunk wedding wine in a very, very long time. Your wedding wine, I must come and beg a cup! ~"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately replied: "Teacher Chen, you are a Guest of Honor, hard to come by; it should be next year, after I return for the New Year I'll pick an auspicious day."

"I hope at that time, if the various teachers have time, you'll all come drink a cup of wedding wine."

While speaking, Fang Ziye walked into Professor Gong Jiahe's house together with everyone.

There are many seats inside — modular sofas plus single sofas — six people can sit completely comfortably.

Gong Jiahe went to the printer first thing and printed out another copy of the report, walked over, and handed it to Fang Ziye: "Doctor Fang, you take a look at the detailed report the Rehabilitation Group produced!"

"The row highlighted in red is your surgery's postoperative day one data today; the other control groups are data from functional reconstruction surgeries done at our Yangyuan and some other top-tier hospitals."

"A forty percent gap — if this level can be stable, then for the whole of Eastern Han, it should be Professor Fang, your surgical quality is the highest."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye hurriedly opened the report.

The Yangyuan is a very proper medical-nature sanatorium; the quality of its research personnel and clinical staff is very high, belonging to the top tier nationwide.

After Fang Ziye opened the report, he indeed discovered that the test data inside were detected through the Rehabilitation Department's various instruments.

These include but are not limited to the kind of data from when Fang Ziye previously attended the Provincial Skills Competition — for example, nerve conduction velocity, nerve activity, muscle conductivity, tensile strength, etc.

Data speaks, data supports; generally speaking, it's very hard to fake — this is also the cornerstone of Modern Medicine.

Modern Medicine — currently every sentence in the textbooks is mostly supported by data; it's just that the data has been converted into theory.

Fang Ziye wasn't humble at this moment either; after flipping through it, he replied: "Maybe I seized the first-mover advantage; the other professors haven't familiarized themselves with this technique yet."

"Actually, our Zhongnan Hospital's Professor Liu Huanglong's functional reconstruction surgical quality is also quite high."

Fang Ziye couldn't say it — his own level is National Treasure Doctor grade; this technique has only just been carried out, so maybe the data you've tested still can't fully reflect the gap between me and them.

That wouldn't be just forty percent?

Maybe after you've climbed up to twenty percent, you'll know the remaining twenty percent — every step forward is very hard.

But others' evaluations of themselves are already high enough, so Fang Ziye no longer self-blown bragged, lest he strike at others' Dao Hearts.

After all, Professor Du Donglin of Hand Surgery is still here.

Du Donglin immediately smiled and replied: "Professor Fang, you're still too humble!"

"First-mover is first-mover, but after being first, you still run fast — that's where the gap shows."

"Actually, Professor Fang, you coming to our place — on the surface I'm definitely convinced, but I'm a rough person, I only look at facts, so in my heart it's very hard to be convinced."

"Of course, that was before."

After Du Donglin finished speaking, he even stood up and proactively poured a cup of tea for Fang Ziye.

Professor Gong Jiahe saw this and hurriedly reached out: "Professor Du, let me, let me do it."

Du Donglin is three or four years slightly younger than Gong Jiahe; he should be forty-six or seven, but he's already the Hand Surgery Group Leader.

His strength is considerably formidable, and Du Donglin is the only 'Expert' Fang Ziye currently knows who came directly from abroad to serve at Enshi Yangyuan.

Before this, he had no work experience at any domestic hospital.

"Professor Gong, this disciple tea — you want to snatch it too?" Du Donglin hurriedly asked.

Upon hearing this, Gong Jiahe immediately withdrew his hand.

This absolutely cannot be substituted!

He just looked at Fang Ziye, to see how Fang Ziye would respond.

Fang Ziye's hand lightly shrugged, and he immediately said: "Professor Du, this won't do; you're a senior, a teacher, I'm a student — we can be friends and mutually exchange."

"What disciple-taking — not allowed, not allowed! ~"

Fang Ziye stood up and proactively retreated two steps.

Even if Du Donglin is sincere, Fang Ziye can't agree — this would put him on the cusp of the storm.

Can only say Du Donglin's age is too great, his title too high.

If Liu Huanglong wanted to take him as master, Fang Ziye wouldn't dare agree — let alone Du Donglin?

Du Donglin then also smiled: "Then let's make friends, Professor Fang, this tea you must drink."

Fang Ziye nodded this time: "This is fine."

But in his heart he secretly cursed: Indeed an old fox — one operation and he's cut off all my retreat.

And the kind that doesn't hurt anyone.

After Fang Ziye took the teacup, he didn't drink it, but set it down, legs together, carefully attending.

Don't speak first; if it can be said, say it; if it shouldn't be said, then don't say it.

He came to find Gong Jiahe, originally for the matter of transferring patients.

Everyone still hadn't spoken when the doorbell rang again.

Gong Jiahe tilted his head to look at the surveillance, hurriedly saying: "It's Director Liang from Logistics; I'll go open the door."

This time, the others didn't move.

Director Liang was from the Logistics Department; he had his assigned responsibilities, but wasn't from the medical industry, so everyone didn't interact much.

Upon meeting, they spoke and laughed pleasantly.

After Director Liang entered, he went directly to Old Chinese Doctor Chen Song's ear and whispered a few words, then said: "Professor Chen, that's the current situation; almost everything has been handled."

"Director Liang, you've worked hard; you go back and rest first! ~"

"You go tell Professor Fang the results." Chen Song said in a low voice.

"Alright, Professor Chen." Director Liang then came to Fang Ziye's ear and whispered to Fang Ziye for a while.

After listening, Fang Ziye tilted his head to look at the other party; Director Liang smiled: "Professor Fang, you can rest assured about my handling of things; there won't be any remaining loopholes."

"Then all you professors go ahead and be busy; I'll leave first." Director Liang pointed behind him, and after getting Chen Song's nod, he left directly.

Unlike everyone else who didn't take the initiative to welcome him, he was only responsible to Chen Song; as for others' opinions, he could completely ignore them.

In the following conversation, Fang Ziye had no mind to listen at all; his head was full of the results Director Liang had told him...

So, in the end, what Gong Jiahe and the others discussed, Fang Ziye only heard roughly; the meaning was that in the future, Hand Surgery and Trauma Surgery should cooperate more and communicate with each other.

Strive to save and treat more patients suffering from diseases, and help them escape the sea of suffering as soon as possible...

It was probably past nine o'clock when this discussion ended.

Chen Song noticed Fang Ziye's scattered thoughts, and after it ended, he took the initiative to say: "Professor Fang, do you want to take a walk together?"

Chen Song's words directly made Gong Jiahe extinguish the intention to keep Fang Ziye for idle chat.

Fang Ziye naturally agreed, and then went out together with Chen Song.

The others each returned to their own places; they wouldn't be so lacking in sense as to follow Fang Ziye and Chen Song to eavesdrop by the wall.

The night wind was slightly cold; Fang Ziye saw Old Chinese Doctor Chen Song wrap himself tighter after encountering the cold wind, and hurriedly said: "Teacher Chen, why not come to my place for a sit?"

"At least it'll be warmer."

Chen Song also nodded: "People get old; they truly can't withstand wind and cold."

Chen Song walked ahead: "Professor Fang, I roughly know some things about your matter, but previously I didn't pay attention to it, mainly because my understanding of you wasn't deep enough."

"Today, after hearing Director Zheng of Neurosurgery and Director Du of Hand Surgery mention your surgical quality, I decided it was time to step in and intervene."

"Actually, our Yangyuan isn't convenient to intervene in local matters, or rather, matters of other departments; we are just a simple Yangyuan!"

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Fang Ziye nodded.

Although Enshi Yangyuan was special, after all it couldn't have any real power, and he even more couldn't interfere with local policies or other things.

Most people here were technical personnel, not administrative staff; what did they know about policies and management?

"Professor Chen, I understand!"

"Our Yangyuan has so many people; if everyone's matters had to be managed, it would lose its flavor." Fang Ziye said.

Perhaps not only Fang Ziye had difficulties; others also had their own encounters; did the Yangyuan have to step in directly and forcefully solve everything?

What kind of special department were you anyway?

However, when things happened, problems should be solved, not left alone.

"However, Professor Fang, you are more suited to doing academics, doing research, handling medicine, promoting technology, rather than being restricted by these messy things."

"The current situation is that both sides got fifty big boards each; those who used connections were also punished, because of threats."

"Even if those people were wrong in every way, threats are wrong; it's bullying the weak for private gain!"

"When they were thinking of taking crooked ways, they had already thought about following the rules they trusted."

"I am an official, or I have status, so I should be special. Therefore, to deal with them, we can only find people more special than them!" Old Chinese Doctor Chen Song said.

The two approached Fang Ziye's courtyard; Fang Ziye directly opened the door, leading Chen Song in while saying:

"Teacher Chen, let's go in first, and then we can talk slowly."

Chen Song paused for a moment, only minding walking.

After entering, Fang Ziye closed the door; the cold wind was completely blocked out; under the heating, the indoor air was very warm.

Old Chinese Doctor Chen directly took off his coat; Fang Ziye did the same.

"Teacher Chen, do you want tea?" After leading Chen Song to sit down, Fang Ziye asked hurriedly.

"No tea; I'll chat with you for a while, and leave after chatting." Chen Song said.

"Professor Fang, you don't need to worry; those people who maliciously controlled the registration system and transaction relationships no longer have the ability to deal with you, Professor Fang."

"Unless it's a small number of people who take sword-walking-slant approaches and directly come to your face to cause trouble."

"This is human nature; it's not something we can handle."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye nodded.

Director Liang had said this before.

Arranging connected people; those with the worst nature went directly inside; others were either demoted or sent to idle posts.

When the wall falls, everyone pushes!

They had leaks; after slightly leaking some wind, they were directly taken down by others; every position was a coveted treat.

Director Liang didn't even do anything; he just sent these things to some other people, either subordinates or peers.

Then find someone to slightly leak some wind below.

It's estimated that in the recent period, about ten or twenty positions will become vacant; those with clean backgrounds, send them far away; those with dirty backgrounds, minor ones get knocked/warned, major ones get sent inside.

The root of all this was Fang Ziye — his ability was simply too strong!

The surgical results were in a completely different league from what others produced.

Old Chinese Doctor Chen didn't want Fang Ziye to suffer from this degenerate affair, so he stepped in directly.

"Thank you, Teacher Chen!" Fang Ziye hurriedly cupped his hands in thanks.

These people were small fry, but they weren't something Fang Ziye's current social connections could handle.

But once they were dealt with, they truly wouldn't be able to cause Fang Ziye any trouble in the future.

"As for their stolen goods, there will be a resolution — either turned over to the state treasury or donated directly. Professor Fang, if you're interested, I can have Director Liang prepare some materials for you."

"But most of it should be confiscated," Chen Song said.

Fang Ziye shook his head. "No need, Teacher Chen. I'm not interested in that."

Chen Song immediately thrust forward with a "single sword": "Professor Fang, do you no longer have any ties? Do you want to return to Zhongnan Hospital, or stay here?"

"I think highly of you, so I'm giving you a chance to choose freely."

"But only this once," Chen Song said.

Chen Song's hair had turned white, but he looked exceptionally hale and hearty.

Not being affected by wind and cold was due to his age; it didn't mean his body was unhealthy.

His current bearing and demeanor were a blend of elder, senior, and expert.

Fang Ziye's eyes darted around a few times, then he cautiously asked, "Teacher Chen, if I stay at the sanatorium, can I really bring my students over?"

Answering a question with a question!

Fang Ziye now had his own ties and his own family business to manage; he was no longer the solitary man he once was.

If this was leaving the world, withdrawing from the dust, then Fang Ziye would definitely choose to go.

"Of course. Our laboratory needs staff, and many professors working here have brought their students."

"Even if you're willing, staying here to defend your thesis is no problem!" Chen Song replied with a smile.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately nodded. "Teacher Chen, then I'm willing to stay here and honestly do some scholarship for a while."

"Incidentally, if there's an opportunity, can you secure some benefits for my family? I'm a vulgar man! ~"

Fang Ziye's answer was very down-to-earth — just very vulgar.

Doing enough surgeries to give his parents a retirement pension — Fang Ziye couldn't even imagine how happy they'd be when they found out.

Although the pension wasn't high, its existence actually represented a certain social status; at least when they were old and had money, others would look at them differently.

Their son had a successful career, their old age was secure, and walking among the neighbors they could boast — this was what they considered most respectable in their lifetime.

They didn't seek riches and honor, nor did they seek to travel and enjoy themselves in big cities...

"You're quite direct!"

"Then stay. I happen to see you have some talent; the book I passed to Wu Xuanqi would show a different brilliance in your hands."

"So even if you want to go back, I'll still let you take some books back with you."

"Traditional Chinese Medicine is good, and it has its uses, but its writings are ultimately too old, and there's a certain gap between it and the present."

"All medicine should emphasize adaptation and practicality. For example, old prescriptions emphasized genuine medicinal materials — necessarily good herbs from the mountains, aged herbs."

"Now they're scarce, or even gone, so they must be recompiled, rewritten, and experienced anew."

"Other techniques, such as acupuncture and the like, are the same."

While speaking, Chen Song noticed Fang Ziye's eyes flashing, and said, "Rest assured, I won't force you to learn Traditional Chinese Medicine. TCM has many schools."

"Closed reduction, massage, and other non-invasive, non-decoction treatment methods — we can discuss them together."

"As for the rest, speaking from the orthodox path of medicine, I shouldn't block your way."

"Regardless of whether other TCM practitioners admit it, I personally believe that the invention of antibiotics, standardized treatment for tuberculosis, cesarean sections and other surgical techniques are what modern medicine has brought to this world!"

"TCM couldn't solve these for thousands of years, so it has its limitations — that must be admitted."

"But as for convalescence..." Chen Song didn't continue.

Fang Ziye didn't understand TCM at all; no matter how much he said, it would be futile.

Whether TCM is useful doesn't require Fang Ziye's recognition.

"Teacher Chen, I've said before that it's a pity I never learned TCM in this lifetime."

"But fortunately, I've encountered modern medicine, and truly found it useful, and after studying it for a while, I've found the path ahead is wide open."

"So, seeking to advance further, I dare not seek anything else!"

"Perhaps in this lifetime, my understanding of TCM will be limited to the TCM in undergraduate textbooks."

No matter what others said, Fang Ziye truly felt the usefulness of modern medicine.

Is closed reduction unique to TCM?

No.

It's written in the orthopedics treatment principles.

As for others, such as mangled extremities and pelvic defects — could such cases be encountered in ancient times?

No matter how wise the ancients were, could they foresee that a car accident today could smash someone's toes into their brain?

If they could foresee all that, they wouldn't be doctors — they'd be gods.

The times are developing, and the things we face are changing.

"Professor Fang, very good! ~"

"But our sanatorium also hopes you can actively step forward to teach and participate in learning."

"Of course, it's entirely voluntary."

"If Professor Fang is willing, I have many teaching resources here, and many students willing to come listen to Doctor Fang's lectures," Chen Song asked.

In the field of TCM, master-disciple inheritance emphasizes fate; if fate hasn't arrived, the master isn't on the same path — not teaching you is simply not teaching you.

So, he doesn't force people.

But modern medicine emphasizes teaching without discrimination; as long as one encounters it and wants to learn, it can be taught, and he also feels that's very good.

Fang Ziye heard this and was first stunned, then nodded: "I can, Teacher Chen."

"If there's time, and it's not a special holiday, I have no problem!"

A seminar directly doubled Fang Ziye's knowledge point gain.

Fang Ziye now hates that he can't have one every month; it's probably just that other professors are unwilling to run around.

Now that there's still such an opportunity, where would Fang Ziye still dare to be arrogant?

Refusal does not exist.

Knowledge points have always been one of the things Fang Ziye loves most; they are more useful than money, reputation, or fame and fortune, and more fundamental.

Most of Fang Ziye's everything now benefits from knowledge points; Fang Ziye's own effort actually only accounts for a tiny bit.

"Hmm, then they died their due!"

Chen Song nodded, stood up, and went out the door wearing his coat.

Fang Ziye hurriedly followed out the door: "Teacher Chen, let me see you out! ~"

……

After seeing Chen Song back, Fang Ziye suddenly still felt a bit dazed.

That is to say, today I just performed a routine surgery, the result quality was very good, even better than other professors.

Then Chen Song discovered this point, got a bit spooked, felt those demons and monsters shouldn't affect him, so he finished them all off!

"Hey, I haven't even exerted force yet!"

"What kind of surgery counts as surgery today? Too routine, just a subordinate functional reconstruction surgery; next time I still plan to handle a bowel and bladder functional reconstruction surgery?"

"If that gets pulled off, wouldn't many old men and old ladies go crazy?" Fang Ziye, alone in the room, muttered to himself.

Functional reconstruction surgery is a general term for a category of surgeries.

If the activity function of the upper and lower limbs can be reconstructed, then other functions can in principle also be reconstructed.

For example, bowel and bladder function, for example, blinking function, for example, mouth opening function.

Don't think these functions are commonplace; they are attributes everyone must have.

Most people have them; that's what their mom gave them, and they themselves didn't lose them.

Some moms, because they gave birth to children too excellent, were envied by heaven and couldn't give them; some kids are more mischievous and lost the functions their mom gave, suffering pain for a lifetime...

(Chapter End)