Chapter 552

"Otherwise, why would Professor Fang not reply to you at first, and then suddenly say so much?" Zheng Dahai looked toward the old man.

He shook his head: "Professor Fang is a very professional doctor; not only is his technique good, but his memory of every aspect of medical practice is precise."

"Others might be able to transfer to Professor Fang's group, but you really can't transfer, and even if you did, Professor Fang couldn't operate anymore."

"Medicine is not child's play!"

Upon hearing this, the old man lowered his head and muttered, stubborn as a mule: "If I don't transfer, I don't transfer; anyway, I'm already this old..."

Zheng Dahai took a deep breath: "Old sir, if you're just thinking of not transferring directly? Then isn't all this you've done today a waste of effort?"

The old man and the old man's daughter glanced at Zheng Dahai, didn't reply, and just left in silence.

Roughly after leaving the office area, Zheng Dahai, this "older middle-aged" man in his fifties, saw a scene he would find hard to forget.

He saw that the departing father and daughter, the old man threw down the cane in his hand, the woman held the cane and whispered a few words by the old man's side.

The two walked almost simultaneously toward a certain corner, and disappeared at once...

Zheng Dahai felt his age was not small, and the world he had seen was not narrow, but for a moment, his brain still crashed a bit.

He stood for several minutes; the winter sun was absent, cold wind hit his face, fallen leaves drifted.

The sanatorium's environment was still beautiful, evergreen leaves full and plump, and unknown flowers still blooming in the eleventh month of the lunar calendar.

This was originally a road Zheng Dahai often walked; that distinctly colored large trash can, that cluster of late chrysanthemums he liked to look at most on his ward round route, that step that once tripped a group member, the carved beams and painted rafters — everything was clearly very familiar.

But right now, he was educated once again, as if all of this had become very strange.

The logic is very simple!

That old man is not brainless, nor is he completely without purpose in making unreasonable trouble; he put on this whole show today just to attract aggro.

Purely to attract Fang Ziye's aggro; he isn't even a patient in the sanatorium!!!

Why attract Fang Ziye's aggro? First, to show that some people aren't to be trifled with, that they also have tempers.

Second, to bring them a message: they are also victims.

The things certain people in the Hubei Provincial Health Commission, and some other people, have cooked up are completely inhumane dog-shit nonsense.

Fang Ziye can wait, but patients can't wait; ordinary patients don't want to wait, and they have the same mindset.

What if you don't wait?

Just directly "kill off" these "scum"?

Actually, when you get older and see more people, your edge dulls instead; bow your head if you can, it's just stuffing a bit of things, it doesn't affect anything.

As long as there's a chance to queue, with so many treatment precedents, just wait.

However, this matter was accidentally discovered by Fang Ziye, and he even unintentionally ran off, which substantively damaged those people's interests; it would be strange if they didn't come out to mess with that human trash.

Now, still in the sanatorium, putting on such an act.

Anyway, Zheng Dahai put himself in the other's shoes; if he were Fang Ziye, after encountering this, his mental defenses would probably lower.

It's just a matter of doing a few more surgeries.

On Zheng Dahai's return trip, sure enough he heard Professor Du Donglin of Hand Surgery and Professor Yao Zhanzhong persuading: "Professor Fang, actually, harmony is precious."

"The number isn't large, just seven or eight cases; the surgery schedule isn't tight either; just treat it as doing a few more consultation surgeries."

"The patients stay with us."

"Anything else?"

Fang Ziye listened, showed no expression, took a long breath, then said: "Professor Du, Professor Yao, I wonder if you two have ever very carefully studied the original anatomy of bones and muscles."

"When I was researching a new classification of fractures before, I once did research in this area, and incidentally sorted through all the original data of the four limbs' muscles."

"But with functional impairment, roundness and fullness are inevitably incomplete."

"Bilateral sides unequal in size."

"Mm hm hm." Du Donglin didn't understand what Fang Ziye was saying, only taking it as Fang Ziye sharing his previous academic achievements.

"A person can fake expressions, change faces, change temperament, but cannot change tendons and bones."

"Just now this old man, his bones have no problem; what is he using a cane for?"

"His bilateral thighs are round and full in shape, the iliac crests are level, bilateral lower limbs are equal in length, no obvious deformity seen at the knee joints."

"Just using a cane doesn't mean functional impairment?"

"Even if it's neurogenic functional impairment, it should be an uncoordinated muscle strength limp, not a steppage gait like after bone continuity disruption." Fang Ziye had already made this very obvious.

In front of a particularly professional trauma surgeon, pretending to be a cripple — the other party picked the wrong person to act against.

The reason Fang Ziye ignored the other party was because Fang Ziye had seen through it long ago.

The other party simply isn't a patient seeking treatment!

If that were all, fine; not his patient, yet standing on the moral high ground scolding him and even bringing up his parents and family — he endures without scolding back?

This is just a cursing match between two normal people; even if the other party called the police and made a scene wherever, it's just a very normal social dispute; he's just a normal person, Fang Ziye would be wasting an opportunity not to scold back.

What international joke is this?

Du Donglin stumbled even while sitting, nearly knocking over the chair he was sitting on.

"Professor Fang, you mean to say this person, he's faking? He?"

"His medical record data is fake!"

"Han Hongquan! Bring his medical record data over here." Du Donglin's brain went numb at the first moment.

If a normal person was treated as a real patient and put on treatment, then his trouble would be huge.

Han Hongquan is their group's attending physician; not young either, thirty-seven and still not promoted to Deputy Chief Physician; professional operation capability is good, so he was drafted over.

Han Hongquan's face looks relatively mature and steady, shoulders broad; hearing this, he hurriedly pulled up the corresponding medical record data, and immediately opened his MRI imaging data.

"Professor Fang, your film-reading level is best; help us take a look? This is indeed femoral nerve functional impairment, right?!" Du Donglin busily pointed at the computer screen.

Fang Ziye merely glanced once, then replied: "Then it's confirmed; the patient should be real, but whether it's specifically him, neither you nor I can confirm, right?"

Director Liang, hearing this, could no longer keep up the pretense.

He walked forward two steps and whispered beside Fang Ziye's ear: "Professor Fang, may I disturb you for a moment? You have no surgery scheduled today; can we speak privately?"

Director Liang was no longer as serious as before this time; his eyes held countless unspoken words.

Fang Ziye nodded upon hearing this.

He then followed Director Liang out.

Director Liang likely came from the army; his physique was exceptionally sturdy and robust, and at fifty he still showed no signs of aging. He subconsciously took out a cigarette, held it in his hand, and prepared to light it.

Then he thought Fang Ziye did not smoke, so he put it back: "Professor Fang, I admit it—the old man who just went out is not a patient of our sanatorium."

"He is a friend of one of my former superiors. I also admit that my former superior was a bit anxious earlier, so he resorted to unconventional means."

"Including this time, there is actually some meaning of resorting to unconventional means!"

"He is fond of reading the Thirty-Six Stratagems and is well-versed in Sun Tzu's Art of War. He wants to try some trick like 'luring the tiger to devour the wolf' on you? Anyway, it's just finding someone to pretend to be fierce to you, and then act pitiful on the side."

"You also know he is my former superior; I have to listen to his arrangements, so I could only keep it from you."

"But just as you said, ordinary people cannot fake being a cripple in front of a truly professional orthopedic doctor."

"I apologize to you on behalf of my former superior!"

"I hope Professor Fang can consider that my former superior, as well as several others, have disabilities that are more or less the result of serving the country or the people, and agree to perform a wholehearted surgery for them once."

"This is my personal request. If Professor Fang still disagrees, I will go directly to report to Dean Chen, and we will never mention this matter again."

"I have not received any benefits. The state's subsidy to me and the sanatorium's salary are enough for me and my family to be relatively well-off."

"I can swear on the party emblem for this!" Director Liang held both hands together with fingers extended, pointing them toward the sky, his tone serious.

Fang Ziye sighed upon hearing this: "Director Liang, what virtue or ability do I, Fang Ziye, actually possess?"

"To be treated like this? I am actually just an ordinary surgeon, and I think I have figured it out."

"This kind of surgery, which does not save lives and can be considered 'cosmetic' in nature, would be quite troublesome."

"Perhaps I'll say something a bit cruel; you might not agree!"

"Compared to some patients we have seen in clinical practice who have already passed away or undergone amputation, being able to walk with a limp is truly a blessing."

Director Liang heard that Fang Ziye's tone had softened a bit, and hurriedly nodded with a smile: "Professor Fang, you are definitely an expert in professional knowledge."

"Different people have different experiences and understandings of this world. My experience is shallow; I have not experienced many major scenes, nor have I seen much life and death."

"However, when I was previously dispatched to carry out disaster relief, I did indeed see the fragility of life."

"Similarly, after I returned, I also saw many living people suffering from the hardship of mobility impairment."

"How to judge who should be treated and who should not, I cannot decide."

"If Professor Fang is willing to perform a miracle and bring someone back to life, many people will remember Professor Fang's kindness." Director Liang replied in this manner.

"Director Liang, then please mark it specially in the group chat at that time..." Fang Ziye agreed.

After hearing this, Director Liang immediately smiled: "Professor Fang, rest assured. Whatever is on your mind, I will definitely arrange for someone to handle it clearly and transparently for you."

"At that time, I will report everything to you one by one, and no one will disturb you again."

"I live in the dormitory. If you have the opportunity, Professor Fang, please visit my humble home, and we can have a few drinks." Director Liang pointed toward the dormitory building.

Fang Ziye found it very surprising: "Director Liang, you actually live in the dormitory building?"

"The nature of the sanatorium is that of a medical sanatorium. Of course, professional experts need to put in more effort. I came here for a job. After retiring, with nothing to do, I moved my dormitory over here." Director Liang said very politely.

"Thank you, Director Liang, for your kindness!" Fang Ziye said hurriedly.

Director Liang hurriedly waved his hands: "Professor Fang, you misunderstand. When I moved out back then, it was not to make room for you. I cannot casually owe this favor."

"Professor Fang, then I will not disturb your work." After saying this, Director Liang left. After turning around and leaving, he turned back to greet Fang Ziye several times.

Fang Ziye then returned to the office area and found Professor Gong Jiahe and several others.

However, at this moment, Professor Gong Jiahe was gathered together with Professor Du Donglin of the Hand Surgery Department.

Professor Fang Zhikuan saw Professor Fang and said: "Professor Fang, there is nothing more important here. Why don't you go chat with Professor Gong and Professor Du?"

"Professor Du means that our Hand Surgery Department and Trauma Surgery Department will be combined to form a large Orthopedics Group."

"This would be convenient for surgery station allocation and also more convenient for surgery teaching."

"Combined?" Fang Ziye was stunned upon hearing this.

It could be done this way?

"Yes. The grouping and combining in the sanatorium can be applied for with Director Zheng of the Surgical Group under Dean Chen. As long as one has sufficient ability, it is relatively free."

"Originally, there were only four groups here: Surgery, Internal Medicine, Rehabilitation, and Traditional Chinese Medicine. Later, many more groups were differentiated."

"For example, Internal Medicine is still a large Internal Medicine Group. After all, most people who come here are surgery patients, so there are relatively fewer patients in the Internal Medicine Group."

"Most patients in the Rehabilitation Group are those after surgical operations..."

Professor Gong Jiahe and Professor Du Donglin might still not have reached an agreement. The two stood up at the same time and walked together to Fang Ziye's side.

"Professor Fang, you have no surgery scheduled today? Professor Fang Zhikuan and Professor Yan are handling routine matters. Would it be inconvenient for us to go back and have a cup of tea together?"

"Coincidentally, Group Leader Du of Hand Surgery also has time!" Professor Gong Jiahe said very politely. He had some respect for Fang Ziye.

The meaning in his eyes was that this matter should be discussed by you, Fang Ziye. After all, you will become a group leader next month, so it would be overstepping for me to make the decision in advance.

True scholars and professionals are very respectful toward those who are more excellent than themselves.

The Dao has its order of precedence; the skilled are the teachers.

Fang Ziye thought for a moment. Indeed, there was nothing special to correct about his current patients, and everything that needed to be explained had been explained!

The most troublesome thing was the surgery he had to perform. It had to be done tonight, and everyone should discuss it together. If someone came up with new ideas and insights that could improve the quality of the surgery, then it would be a gain.

If it really could not be done, then they could only follow the scheduled surgery plan.

He came here to hone his surgery skills, to create exquisite surgeries, and to strive to make the treatment of every patient the best.

"Fortunately, I have the honor to listen to the guidance of both professors." Fang Ziye said.

Those who respect others are respected by others.

After coming here, there might be some people who were resentful of him in their hearts, but on the surface they were all polite.

It's perfectly normal to feel unconvinced in your heart.

Judge by deeds, not by intent; judge by intent, and there's no good person under heaven.

……

The three had originally agreed to go to Professor Gong Jiahe's place, but as they walked, Professor Du said he had some good tea leaves there, said to be very authentic West Lake Longjing Tea Tea.

After reaching the villa area's entrance, the group changed direction.

The pebbles on the viewing path were neatly arranged; the garden had not only evergreen shrubs for all four seasons, but also flowers and plants, and the sound of flowing water babbling.

The environment here was still very elegant; the interior decoration was no less impressive than the courtyard inside the sanatorium.

Professor Du Donglin brought up the previous matter again, apologizing to Fang Ziye — their group's work hadn't been meticulous enough, to the point that they didn't even discover the patient and "patient" matching error.

Admittedly, that old man was too cunning, but they themselves hadn't examined carefully enough either, failing to catch such a mistake.

As they spoke, Du Donglin used facial recognition to open the villa's automatic door.

"Professor Du, this kind of thing, ordinary people would also find hard to anticipate; the angle is tricky, probably guided by some senior expert."

"Normal people wouldn't think to pretend to be a patient to handle admission procedures, would they?" Fang Ziye said.

This was truly the first time he'd encountered such a thing; if his research understanding and theory hadn't been deep enough, he wouldn't have discovered it either.

The 'patient' isn't a patient, the patient isn't the 'patient'!

What the hell is this, discussing Zen or playing charades?

After the three entered the villa one after another, Du Donglin had set up a tea room himself, and even had an original-sound guzheng recording tape.

"I'm rather conventional; whenever I'm thinking, I'm used to listening to a bit. Actually I can't really appreciate it either." After Du Donglin turned on the player, deep and far-reaching music poured into the ears.

It had a unique charm; the sound quality really was better than a mobile phone's.

However, Fang Ziye couldn't specifically appreciate it either.

Brewing tea, lighting a cigarette, knowing Fang Ziye liked to drink beverages, Du Donglin even suggested whether to get Fang Ziye a milk tea or coffee.

There was a coffee machine outside; Fang Ziye didn't want to drink tea today, so he went and made a cup of coffee, added ice cubes to let it cool.

"Professor Du, the merged group you mentioned before, letting me shoulder two group leader positions on my own, is still a bit too aggressive!"

"Up to now, I still haven't had any experience leading a group." Fang Ziye replied truthfully.

After listening, Du Donglin shook his head decisively: "That's not true, Professor Fang. What you're doing now, every move you make, is actually leading a group — you just don't realize it."

"Think for yourself: the role you're learning to play now, isn't it exactly the role of the teacher you used to follow?" Du Donglin smiled faintly.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye was first stunned.

He naturally had no experience leading a group, but he'd watched Deng Yong, Yuan Weihong, Liu Huanglong and others lead groups for years; through constant exposure, he'd picked up a thing or two.

"Actually, leading a group has no standardized mode or format; everyone has their own experience, and each person's understanding and philosophy differ."

"This is even harder than teaching, so there's no objective standard at all!" Du Donglin replied.

Fang Ziye came from a formal academic background, having undergone very orthodox formal teaching; his understanding of every title and rank in the medical circle was profound and thorough.

So, although Fang Ziye said he had no group-leading experience, it had already seeped into his bones; even just mimicking his teachers' manner, he already had that trend.

It might just be that before, Fang Ziye's superiors were all teachers, and his subordinates were all senior brothers or fellow trainees, so he lacked this awareness.

And Fang Ziye's luck was relatively good, or rather Fang Ziye was too excellent, so his teachers didn't push responsibility onto him, only letting him "substitute-teach the group," subtly cultivating his ability all along, while Fang Ziye himself didn't realize it.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye felt quite moved.

The faces of Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong flashed chaotically in his mind-sea for a while; in the end he just took a deep breath.

If a person wants to grow, slowly realizing the aging and ordinariness of parents, the aging and ordinariness of teachers, is an inevitable path.

No one can be protected carefree for a lifetime, unless you're willing to stay a fledgling eagle forever, never flying out.

Not learning to grow up means staying childish forever.

"Professor Du, I also just came to the sanatorium; although Professor Gong previously gave me some popular science about the rules inside the sanatorium, my understanding still isn't deep enough."

"Allow me to ask rashly once more: what exactly does leading a group entail?" Fang Ziye said.

Du Donglin laughed: "Professor Fang, you don't need to be nervous; this isn't a teaching hospital, it's not even a proper hospital."

"Look, no outpatient clinic duty, no need for too much research; leading a group here actually just means being responsible for surgeries, handling a bit of teaching, then leaving daily affairs to others."

"The doctors here are all of very high quality; completing daily affairs is not difficult at all."

"If placed in an outside hospital, any one of our groups, in comprehensive strength, could barely squeeze into the national top twenty! — maybe even more."

"After all? No teaching hospital's medical resource richness can reach the level of three or even four professors in the same group."

"And our patients here have high surgical difficulty, complex and tricky conditions — something outside teaching hospitals generally can't compare to!"

"Moreover, we have few routine patients here; almost every patient requires burning some brain cells."

"If Professor Fang becomes the Orthopedics Group Leader, then Professor Gong and I become the Persons in Charge of the Trauma and Hand Surgery Sub-groups; we'll assist Professor Fang in completing some difficult surgeries."

"Just that, during or outside surgeries, Professor Fang might need to put more thought into teaching."

"Give us a lecture; the lecture fee will be recorded by the sanatorium."

"The standard won't be much lower than outside; naturally, part of our performance pay will be deducted, but that doesn't matter, we certainly all agree." Du Donglin said so.

"This way, Professor Fang's surgery volume increases; although workload also increases quite a bit, you can actually gradually let go of some surgeries!" Du Donglin said.

If it weren't Fang Ziye coming this time, it wouldn't have made Du Donglin concede so much.

But there's no way; this Fang Ziye, one mangled extremity case, one functional reconstruction surgery, directly reached the cutting edge of both the Trauma and Hand Surgery sub-specialties.

If he doesn't come take shelter under such a big tree to learn properly, then Du Donglin would have something wrong with his brain too.

Once this technique is learned, won't his status rise rapidly?

Professor Gong Jiahe then said: "Professor Fang, Professor Du's words have some reason; moreover, this way our discussion group can have more members."

"Basically a hundred benefits, zero harm."

"Of course, Professor Fang will naturally have more hard work; but the patient volume of Hand Surgery and our Trauma Group, Professor Fang can control yourself — four to six surgeries a week is already very, very many!"

"If Professor Fang is willing on weekends, you can also schedule them."

Fang Ziye nodded upon hearing this: "Actually, it's like this. I came to Enshi Yangyuan originally thinking I could do some basic research on the side, after all, it's relatively leisurely here."

"This picked……"

Before Fang Ziye finished speaking, Du Donglin exclaimed with great joy: "Professor Fang, that would be perfect. I have two students in Enshi."

"I have some too! They can all help out, running errands and such." Gong Jiahe nodded.

"If you, Professor Fang, have good ideas, there's no need to worry about lacking manpower."

"Speaking of which, neither Professor Du nor I are good at basic research; we just put our students in the laboratory and let professors who are good at research take them under their wing."

"They will definitely graduate, with plenty of opportunities for surgery and learning." Professor Gong Jiahe explained meticulously.

Having spoken to this extent, Fang Ziye felt it would be a bit embarrassing to disagree.

So he agreed.

After the two groups merged, it was all benefit and no harm for Fang Ziye: he could quickly accumulate surgical volume and have more assistants.

Fang Ziye wouldn't even need to go on 'patient rounds'—three professors aren't enough for you?

Of course, they also had reason to use Fang Ziye, increasing their own surgical volume!

But surgical volume isn't enjoyed by one person alone; Fang Ziye suffers no loss, does he?

One hour later.

Du Donglin said: "Professor Fang, then it's settled. I'll go write materials for Dean Chen and Group Leader Zheng later to arrange this matter."

"Professor Gong, you just need to sign when the time comes."

"Good! ~" Professor Gong Jiahe agreed.

Leaving Du Donglin's villa, Fang Ziye silently cursed the two old foxes in his heart, but they were truly within the permitted scope of the rules, applying their understanding of the rules to the extreme.

It could be understood: within the rules, maximizing benefits isn't considered exploiting loopholes.

After all, everyone came here to improve themselves.

After the groups merged, Fang Ziye benefited; both could learn and have more surgical participation—why not?

What Fang Ziye needed to do more was teach more and earn more money; they just temporarily lost their 'status' as group leaders!

To be honest, the status of group leader, lose it or not, who cares.

Only by being able to do things can one have status; if you can't do things, you're worse than a dog, and they might kick you out early.

As Fang Ziye walked, his mobile phone suddenly vibrated with a message.

It was Dr. Chen Song sending a personnel change notice in the large group:

"After agreement between Professor Lin Qiaoshan of Hepatobiliary Surgery and Professor Zheng Dahai of the Surgical Group, Dr. Meng Yannian will no longer serve as a licensed physician of the Hepatobiliary Surgery Group!"

"To be implemented starting next month; subsequent personnel vacancies will be notified separately." After seeing this message, Fang Ziye immediately sent a message to Big Brother Gu.

"Elder Brother, did you see the notice in this group?"

"Nian-ge? Is he leaving?" Fang Ziye asked.

Meng Yannian, around forty years old, was not an Associate Senior before coming, but was promoted to Associate Senior after coming; according to Big Brother Gu, it happened around June or July this year.

"Yes, Nian-ge has to leave, he has no choice!"

"He can't do much, and no one is protecting him, so why stay? To be fed good food and good salary? Where is there such a good thing?"

Gu Yi continued: "If it weren't for you, Ziye, coming to the sanatorium, I estimate I would have been kicked out in December too."

"I came in May; logically, after October ends, I should leave."

"But it's you, Ziye, who is capable; the sanatorium hopes I can render meritorious service."

"Well, now your brother has good days; the benefit I told you about before is this."

"Of course, I am the most junior and the least skilled here; even if I stay, I probably can't stay long." Gu Yi sighed emotionally, clearly very reluctant to leave this place.

Fang Ziye replied: "Maybe there's a chance, as long as you're willing, Elder Brother."

Gu Yi shook his head: "Ziye, you won't stay long either; I can't always be supported by others; I'll leave eventually."

"Capability is status; this place is very realistic."

"High salary doesn't support idlers, generous emolument doesn't meet the mediocre. Consider it as tempering, I suppose." Gu Yi also saw it very openly.

This place was originally just a journey after his graduation; he couldn't stay long anyway.

But being able to stay for a while is a while; the salary and treatment here are excellent, much better than his classmate Wang Yuanqi.

Fang Ziye, upon hearing this, looked thoughtful.

Then he didn't reply anymore.

After returning, he continued to review literature and continued to polish the surgical plan for that patient with lower limb shortening.

The patient was scheduled for surgery on December 24th, next Monday.

Today is the 21st; there are still a few days; he needs to slowly think of a solution.

In the evening, after everyone ate together in the canteen, they gathered at Fang Ziye's villa again!

This time, not only did Gong Jiahe and others come, but Professor Du Donglin and Professor Yao Zhanzhong of Hand Surgery also came.

Even if they couldn't offer any opinions, simply listening to Fang Ziye's ideas was excellent.

Hearing from Professor Gong Jiahe and Professor Fang Zhikuan, Fang Ziye's theories and thinking were first-rate; they couldn't learn directly, but borrowing a bit would benefit them greatly!

Learning and improvement, at their level, isn't it just accumulation bit by bit?

Fang Ziye prepared the plan, while Gu Yi prepared the case materials.

Others prepared ears and notebooks; in the few days approaching the weekend, such a scene continued for three times.

Although each session wasn't long, only two or three hours, such discussions were enough to show how complex this surgery was!

However, no matter how much they polished it, they couldn't figure it out.

Soon, Monday arrived.

In the morning, after making rounds, Gong Jiahe said: "Professor Fang, the time is still too urgent; let's go to surgery. This kind of new treatment breakthrough for this disease type cannot be completed in a short time."

"I think Professor Fang, the second plan you proposed is just perfect."

Fang Ziye nodded and said: "Mm, then let's do it like this for now. We'll go to the operating room……"

A group of people, finally formed a team and walked into the operating room, commencing yet another difficult and complex case's surgical treatment after Fang Ziye's arrival.

(Chapter End)