Chapter 555

After Fang Ziye left, Han Ningkun saw him off the whole way, driving him back to the sanatorium's doorway, and even got out of the car to offer a few polite apologies before heading back on the return journey.

Fang Ziye watched Han Ningkun's departing back view, feeling quite a sense of sighing lament.

Fang Ziye actually didn't need Han Ningkun to be this polite, but thinking from another angle, Han Ningkun also seemed unable to not be this polite, just like when he previously faced Old Academician Qiu Zhenghua and the others, he had to wear a beaming smile.

Fang Ziye first called Professor Qu Tangwei.

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Canteen.

Fang Ziye and Qu Tangwei sat opposite each other, Qu Tangwei's expression right now was serious!

Qu Tangwei was about 1.73 meters tall, with an upright build, but his face was slightly chubby, with a double chin; no matter how you looked at his build, it wasn't enough to support him having a double chin.

His eyebrows were very thick, making him look especially serious to begin with, and at this moment he appeared quite 'harsh'.

"Professor Fang, you're saying my niece has been picked on by hemp rope again?" Qu Tangwei's tone was a bit annoyed, not angry.

Hemp rope picks the fine spots to snap, misfortune seeks out the suffering people.

Qu Tangwei wasn't blaming Fang Ziye, it was just the steamed bun and eggs in his hand that suffered. They became a genuine egg pancake with even the eggshell included, with no other impurities mixed in.

"Professor Qu, currently it's only my speculation; the MRI the Central Hospital sent me earlier showed some nerve segments not clearly enough."

"I also only saw the degenerative changes in the surrounding nerves after looking at the previous MRI data today." Fang Ziye explained cautiously.

Qu Tangwei opposite took a deep breath with a complex mood and replied: "In my generation, there are quite a few brothers and sisters. Our parents couldn't look after them all."

"My second sister was especially good to me. I have quite a few nephews, but perhaps because of my second sister, this niece is the one I care about most."

"It's not good to chat like this at home, but in front of Professor Fang, I have nothing I'm embarrassed to say."

"There aren't many uncles under heaven who can treat everyone equally. I'm not one of that few."

"So Professor Fang, if you can think of a solution, money is not a problem." Qu Tangwei said.

Qu Tangwei was no longer the green youngster of those years, nor the small physician scraping by in Han City; he'd been a professor for many years, and although Internal Medicine's performance pay wasn't as high as Surgery's.

But adding up the research rewards and all the miscellaneous bits, taking out a few million was completely no problem.

Fang Ziye had no brothers or sisters, so it was hard to truly experience Qu Tangwei's mood right now, and he replied: "Professor Qu, this isn't a money problem!"

"AD or similar disease types are all extremely tricky to treat, and may even have no way to be treated."

"But the degenerative changes in the peripheral nerves are ultimately at a different location from AD; the central nervous system can't be touched, but the peripheral nerves can be thought of ways to move a bit."

AD is the abbreviation for Alzheimer's disease.

"Of course, as for the specific situation, we still have to wait for the examination results to come out before we can evaluate properly." Fang Ziye also didn't dare to make sweeping guarantees.

Currently, for AD treatment, it has always been stuck at a low-end plateau stage; for many years there has been no phased breakthrough.

Fang Ziye was also encountering a similar disease type for the first time.

This kind of degenerative nerve change also depends on the specific cause.

Qu Tangwei also calmed his mood, let out a breath of relief: "Professor Fang, that's for sure! I myself am a medical professional!"

"Not only must one calmly accept the heavens' whipping of me encountering those patients, one must also calmly admit the heavens' toxic beating of those around me."

"In the matter of illness, all beings are relatively equal."

Birth, aging, illness, death — besides the fact that all will die in the end, there is no stage that is equal.

Actually it also includes illness; it's just that in the matter of illness, no one can escape.

"Thank you, Professor Qu, for understanding." Fang Ziye then didn't say much more nonsense.

……

When Fang Ziye appeared again in the surgical department office area, Gong Jiahe and the others felt a bit surprised, but after Fang Ziye just explained a few sentences, everyone understood the situation.

Gong Jiahe touched his own double chin flesh folds that were even larger in scale than Qu Tangwei's, blinked and said: "Professor Fang, if you're embarrassed to go chat with Qu Tangwei, I can help you go over and talk it over."

"This kind of degenerative lesion can be transferred to Neurology to try one's luck."

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Currently, this little girl's muscle contracture has already become large-scale; before we only thought it was unilateral muscle contracture after viral infection!"

"But now it seems that after viral infection, it also became an inducement for neurodegenerative lesions, becoming bilateral contracture."

"Going to Neurosurgery, even if it delays the progression of the degenerative lesion, it's useless for improving symptoms."

"Professor Gong, thank you for your kind intention; if I really can't handle it, I'll directly explain to Professor Qu."

As a professor, Qu Tangwei wouldn't go so far as to make things difficult.

Fang Ziye is now an Associate Professor, and isn't afraid of his making things difficult either.

Gong Jiahe nodded: "Professor Fang, since you've come today, shall we go check on the few patients we're in charge of again?"

"That patient with complete unilateral lower limb bone defect was also admitted to the sanatorium yesterday, currently in a pre-operative waiting state!"

"Gu Yi said this patient is very much looking forward to seeing you, Professor Fang."

"Good!" Fang Ziye nodded, and followed behind Gong Jiahe and the others.

Rounds are similar to ward rounds; the "ward rounds" here are all individual inspections, so one can choose the order of rounds oneself.

Several people of course went first to see that nonunion old grandma.

Currently, after the group's immunosuppressive treatment, her bone callus is increasing more and more, and there's a trend of progressing to the next step of the fracture healing phase.

This healing trend is exceptionally pleasing!

Professor Gong Jiahe carefully reviewed yesterday's recheck X-rays and CT again, and proactively suggested: "Big Sister, congratulations, you can be transferred out today!"

"Recuperating at an outside hospital will have more of the smoke-and-fire atmosphere of life."

"The follow-up treatment will be written in detail in the medical record data, and the hospital you transfer to will also contact us!"

The old grandma and family members heard this, expressions both slightly silent; her husband lowered his voice and asked: "Professor Gong, must we go?"

"We've been turning around for ten years, only just now seeing a trend of improvement, can't you let us stay until rehabilitation?"

Professor Gong Jiahe nodded in reply: "You still have to go! Ordinary rehabilitation, we don't accept here."

"Currently, Big Sister's rehabilitation process has already been reviewed by multiple people, all consistently determined to be in the rehabilitation phase; believe it won't be long before it heals."

"Now Big Sister can also get out of bed and walk a bit."

"The resources here are still exceptionally tight." Gong Jiahe advised.

The old grandma herself sighed first, affirming: "Professor Gong, I'll walk!"

"It's just a bit hard to part with Professor Gong and Professor Fang, you really are my lifesavers!"

"No, you should be Bodhisattvas sent by heaven."

"Living Bodhisattva." She pressed her two hands together.

The sanatorium's admission and discharge procedures actually don't require Gong Jiahe and the others to discuss much; they only need to say a word to the logistics support department, and naturally someone will come to negotiate with the patient and family members.

After comprehensive assessment, those who should leave, even if they don't want to leave, have to leave!

Professor Gong Jiahe put down the CT in his hand, and proactively placed it into the flat film bag, then said: "Big Sister, our work nature is special, so we won't say goodbye to you."

"Wishing you a smooth recovery and good health."

The old man replied: "All professors, also wishing you good health, please help more patients like us who truly have nowhere to seek treatment!"

"Professor Gong, Professor Fang, you are both Living Bodhisattvas. You will definitely be healthy and live long in the future." The old man was superstitious, but did not attribute the credit to superstition.

Everyone thus walked away from the courtyard.

"All professors, if there's luck again, I hope to meet you in Suzhou... to express my gratitude." The two old people shouted toward the outside.

When entering the courtyard of the half pelvis reconstruction, Big Brother was leaning on a crutch 'going to the little toilet'!

This is an ability every man must have, but he had coveted recovering this ability for a long time.

Before, he never thought he could stand up.

Leaning on a crutch with one hand, embarrassedly letting the male caregiver take the urinal away, he said: "Sorry, professors, the time chosen for relieving myself wasn't right."

"You should know you coming at this moment, I had to hold it for a while."

He leaned on the crutch with both hands, moving slowly, pace not fast, but just like this, it also made him overjoyed.

His surgery had already passed ten days, he can get out of bed and walk a few laps.

Whenever it was the 'functional rehabilitation' time, he would definitely walk a few laps, enjoying the instinct of human upright walking.

"Recovery looks pretty good."

"Now you can only bear vertical stress, cannot lie on your side, can only lie flat, although this sleeping posture may make you feel uncomfortable, you must cooperate."

"Before your rebuilt bone grows, any unusual movements and lifestyle may cause the rebuilt bone block to loosen, then all our previous efforts would be wasted."

"Nothing else, after going back eat more high-protein food, same also need high-fiber diet, absolutely must not get constipated."

"For the near half year, you are not suitable for constipation." Professor Gong Jiahe finished speaking, then said: "If there's no accident, you should be able to transfer to an outside hospital for rehabilitation before the festival."

"That way it's close to home, you can also see the 'good' character you've been longing for." Professor Gong Jiahe's wording was polite.

Middle-aged with both son and daughter, just right to form a 'good' character.

"Thank you Professor Gong, thank you Professor Fang, thank you Professor Fang, thank you Professor Yan, thank you Professor Miao, thank you Professor Qu, thank you Doctor Gu, thank you all..." Middle-aged man not good with words, just thanked each person one by one.

While turning direction, while lightly nodding in signal.

Besides gratitude, he wouldn't say other words.

His surgery, postoperative already passed twelve days, surgical sutures all already removed, currently all aspects of recovery still pretty good, it's also time for him to leave the sanatorium.

His transfer out time, earlier than Professor Gong Jiahe predicted, is tomorrow.

He himself also agreed!

Although very much wanting to thank Fang Ziye and the others, he also missed his son and daughter more, and, the man knew, with his current identity and status, future opportunities to contact Gong Jiahe and the others would be very low.

So he didn't say too many polite words.

Professor Gong Jiahe said: "Professor Fang, still have to trouble you to design a more comprehensive rehabilitation plan for him, put it together in the medical orders."

"Since last time you discussed once with Professor Pi of the Rehabilitation Group, the Rehabilitation Group people are all unwilling to come to our Trauma Group." Gong Jiahe made a premium joke.

Professor Fang Zhikuan then chimed in: "Not coming is respect for Professor Fang, maybe also feel that in Trauma Department's rehabilitation piece, without Professor Fang's expertise, they don't dare to point fingers."

Last time, after this pelvis reconstruction surgery ended, the group routinely invited Rehabilitation Department people to design rehabilitation plan.

Result was rejected on several items by Fang Ziye.

Professor Pi of Rehabilitation Department knew and specially came to consult, slightly had a bit of temper.

But later, was also persuaded and sent away by Fang Ziye.

After that, Rehabilitation Group people simply didn't come anymore.

Fang Ziye had no way!

Many orthopedic surgery treatment principles all write, three parts surgery, seven parts rehabilitation.

Although saying, rehabilitation guidance's premise is surgery, Fang Ziye could only push his own rehabilitation medicine basic theory, massage techniques, movement rehabilitation, muscle strength rehabilitation and other items all to Level 5 5000/50000 tiers, convenient for Fang Ziye to guide postoperative patients.

This was lit up by Fang Ziye at Zhongnan Hospital.

His rehabilitation basic theory being this good, also cannot for the sake of giving Rehabilitation Group face, let Rehabilitation Group people "mess around"!

At least cannot on Fang Ziye's patients "mess around"...

"Two professors, don't tease me, better go see patients first!" Fang Ziye touched his nose, slid past this topic.

Arguing with Rehabilitation Group people on Rehabilitation Department theory, speaking of it is not a particularly proud thing.

After rounds finished, Fang Ziye received the detailed data package sent by Tan Guodong.

With Tan Guodong personally stepping forward, that young girl's examination speed was very fast!

"Professor Fang, the data inside, was personally operated and packaged by the directors of Imaging Department and Neurology Department, all original data inside are placed in the package."

"Please Professor Fang you go through it in detail! ~" Tan Guodong didn't dare call, only sent message to Fang Ziye to inform.

The rounds in the sanatorium, with Professor Gong Jiahe and others in charge, don't need Fang Ziye to worry too much.

For tomorrow's surgery on unilateral total femoral bone defect, they could actually perform it too. It's just that their level might not match Fang Ziye's.

Their understanding of preoperative and postoperative cognition for treating this disease type was also highly proficient.

Fang Ziye had done many things others couldn't, so he would no longer meddle recklessly!

He hid in a small office nearby, poured himself a cup of ice cola, then chose to accept the data package Tan Guodong sent.

Checking on his mobile phone wasn't very convenient, so after explaining a sentence to Professor Gong Jiahe, Fang Ziye left the sanatorium directly, returned to the villa, and opened the full data layers on his computer.

After reading very carefully, Fang Ziye discovered that this young girl surnamed Hong was truly lucky—her peripheral nerve degenerative lesion was at an early stage.

Moreover, she had met him, and this should be treatable.

However, it required Fang Ziye to consume a batch of knowledge points.

At the same time, Fang Ziye felt his own luck was simply too good—running into an early-stage peripheral nerve degenerative lesion so unexpectedly. Wasn't this heaven pointing the way for him to advance toward this key first step of the malignant disease type, peripheral nerve degenerative lesion?

Fang Ziye immediately called Professor Qu Tangwei.

Qu Tangwei rushed to Fang Ziye's home within half an hour, and after listening to the explanation, he said with an excited expression: "Professor Fang, so it can still be fought for?"

"You want to keep the resected lesion segment for research?"

"That's definitely no problem. I can persuade my sister and my brother-in-law. Nerve lesion segments aren't exactly private things!"

"Leave it to me!" Qu Tangwei patted his chest, and the 'indentation marks' on his double chin deepened.

(Chapter End)