Chapter 556: Staying True to One's Original Intention in Dealing with Others (Seeking Subscriptions)

Qu Tangwei said he would make a phone call, but Fang Ziye quickly reached out to stop him: "Professor Qu, no rush, it's just that the current situation has changed, and this surgery will be postponed until after the holiday."

"Surgery should not be rushed."

"The current situation does not match previous records; I still need to look up some information," Fang Ziye explained.

Qu Tangwei grinned, furrowed his brow, and after calming his emotions, spoke in a low voice: "Professor Fang, I'm truly sorry, I overlooked this too."

"But Professor Fang, you're really impressive!"

"My niece had multiple electromyography tests before, all normal, and now it's only been half a year without one!"

"No one else suspected this aspect, but Professor Fang, you spotted the clue at a glance."

"I have to admit, your skill is something else!" Qu Tangwei gritted his teeth and sucked in a breath of cold air.

For a condition lasting many years, many professors would think in fixed directions; Fang Ziye confirmed a nervous system problem based on just two MRI scans.

This efficiency and decisiveness, and the skill behind them, were extraordinary.

The specialists his niece saw at the outpatient clinic before were not ordinary people, but famous experts and professors in hand surgery!

The focal shadow they missed on the films was read by Fang Ziye, proving it was just an early sign.

Degenerative lesions, prolonged course, gradual progression—before quantitative change occurs, they are very hard to detect!

"Professor Fang, slow work makes fine products, no rush." Qu Tangwei wanted what was best for his niece, not for her surgery to be as fast as possible!

If he just wanted speed, he would have sent her to Zhongnan Hospital long ago; why come to Enshi to go through this trouble?

With his connections, getting Liu Huanglong an appointment number was no problem at all.

His niece had this kind of problem, so he had also been following the research progress in hand surgery.

"Professor Qu, sorry, we originally promised to do the surgery today, but we still have to respect the established facts," Fang Ziye said somewhat apologetically.

Because pushing it off like this would make him seem arrogant.

"That's putting it too heavily, Professor Fang, you don't know how reassured I feel right now."

"Finding a change before surgery is much more reassuring than discovering it after surgery."

"It's just that Professor Fang will have to put in a lot more effort," Qu Tangwei said.

If he thought from the other's perspective, if a patient he took over discovered such a thing on the eve of treatment, he would definitely be furious inside.

Fang Ziye's mindset at this moment was probably not much different.

……

That afternoon, during the discussion of tomorrow's reconstruction surgery for complete bone defect of a single lower limb, Fang Ziye expressed his attitude.

"Professor Gong, after our preoperative design and discussion of the plan, I think, for this surgery, Professor Gong and Professor Fang can handle it."

"When Professor Gong recommended this patient to me before, you should have had some confidence in your heart, right?" Fang Ziye asked with a smile.

Gong Jiahe and Fang Zhikuan and others were not pushovers; they couldn't just be hangers-on!

If every surgery in the group had to rely on Fang Ziye, wouldn't their existence be rendered meaningless?

The difficulty of hemipelvic reconstruction is higher than that of complete bone defect of a single lower limb.

Gong Jiahe wouldn't take on too much work beyond his own ability for the group.

Gu Yi was pouring tea for others, but when he got to Fang Ziye, he handed him a bottle of bottled coffee, then sat down and looked at Gong Jiahe.

Gong Jiahe's eyelids blinked rapidly, his expression pensive; after a full half minute, he gently shook his head: "Professor Fang, Professor Fang and I can both do it, but I just weighed it, and still think it would be better if Professor Fang you were the lead surgeon."

Fang Ziye then said: "Professor Gong, if it's a difference between 60 and 80 points, we can strive for it, but between 90 and 95 points, there's no need to quibble over details!"

"This time, with the instrument company assisting in making an individualized bone prosthesis model, I believe you and Professor Fang can definitely handle it."

Theory helps people in the long run.

Instruments help people in the present!

Direct and clear.

Could Gong Jiahe and Fang Zhikuan not perform that hemipelvic reconstruction surgery before? That's not the case!

It's just almost impossible to achieve Fang Ziye's high quality.

Because they didn't have such good prosthesis instrument assistance. What they produce would probably be around 60 points.

This time is different; with the assistance of individualized prosthesis design, it can at least reach 80-something points.

Fang Ziye couldn't undertake all surgeries in the group; that would be too "tiring"!

"Professor Fang, express your attitude! ~"

"We are a team; in principle, we are in a cooperative relationship, not a superior-subordinate relationship in the hospital, right?" Fang Ziye asked.

Fang Zhikuan was a very pure specialist doctor, actually somewhat tempted, looking at Gong Jiahe: "Professor Gong, I think we can try."

"It shouldn't be that the surgery would be ruined."

Everyone needs to progress, and needs to dare to face difficulties.

Now there is such a good opportunity right in front of them—

If they can rely on the new 'prosthesis design' to start such complex bone reconstruction, their confidence will be greater in the future, and after they return, they can also perform such surgeries independently.

Have experience, have experience, have cognition, have confidence!

Gong Jiahe looked at Fang Ziye, and seeing he wasn't joking, nodded: "Professor Fang, then we'll try; you stand by the operating table and give a little guidance, to avoid mishaps."

"Professor Gong, you're too humble; for this kind of surgery, even if I hadn't come, you and Professor Fang could definitely handle it."

"Then all surgeries in our group this month are concluded here."

"Cases to be admitted after the holiday, we can communicate on mobile phones during the holiday; I have to return to Han City before New Year's Day."

"I previously made an appointment with a young patient; she will perform a dance at the New Year's Eve party, and I promised to go as an audience member," Fang Ziye added again.

He had mentioned this twice already.

Hearing Fang Ziye mention it a third time, Gong Jiahe's curiosity was also piqued: "Professor Fang, is this young patient's treatment so high? Always on your mind? Who is she?"

"A relative?" Everyone else closed their notebooks.

The following conversation need not be recorded in the notes; it has nothing whatsoever to do with academic professionalism.

"Not a relative — she's the patient from my second mangled extremity limb-salvage surgery, my first functional reconstruction surgery. Very brave!"

"The fact that our hospital can cross these two disease types — this young lady's confidence-building for us has also been extremely important."

"Currently her rehabilitation is going quite well. During a previous follow-up consultation, she invited me, and I agreed." Fang Ziye explained.

He had promised little Yan Chu he would go watch her performance; a promise made cannot be broken, he must do his utmost to fulfill it.

Fang Ziye's plan was: after tomorrow's single lower-limb total bone defect surgery is finished, if the outcome is acceptable, he would first go check on that patient needing "remote consultation" for multiple arterial aneurysms, then directly return to Han City for the holiday.

This month, the Trauma Surgery Group's surgical volume is actually not high: one pelvic reconstruction, one functional reconstruction, one lower-limb shortening deformity bone lengthening, plus tomorrow's total bone reconstruction.

Only four surgeries in total; counting that old grandma, just five patients.

This workload can be said to be quite relaxed.

However, every single one of these surgeries, placed outside, would likely be a difficult complex case; each one requires burning through a great many brain cells.

And in the end they may not necessarily turn out well!

"Is that so? Then Professor Fang, we'll meet after the festival. After the festival you'll have to change your title to Group Leader Fang. Very much looking forward to Group Leader Fang leading our Trauma Surgery and Hand Surgery teams onward and upward." Professor Gong Jiahe lightly cupped his fists, which counted as a simple handover.

Fang Ziye smiled: "Just do as many things as possible!"

"Next year I'll be somewhat busier. This month is for familiarizing myself with the environment here and the extreme — basic experiments haven't even started yet."

"But after the festival and after Spring Festival, I'll also have to start entering the lab; otherwise these days would be too wasted."

"Several Professors, stay and eat together? I'll order takeout? Or go to the canteen together?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Let's go to the canteen. With this many people, cooking is troublesome, and takeout tastes slightly worse!" Gong Jiahe replied with a laugh.

Only then did the group end the afternoon's discussion and talks.

They went as a team to the canteen; after eating dinner, each went their own way.

Of course, the several professors clustered together — probably off to play mahjong or Chinese chess — while Gu Yi returned to his own dormitory!

Because Fang Ziye said he would start basic experiments after Spring Festival, he also needed to prepare some things, such as procurement and the like.

Having already mentally prepared to follow Fang Ziye and grind, if he actually made zero preparations, then he'd truly be just taking advantage without doing any work — why would Fang Ziye bring him along?

After Fang Ziye finished exercising, his whole body was sweaty. He rushed back to the villa, soaked in a bath, comfortably put on long-sleeved pajamas, and came to the living room!

Holding a hair dryer in one hand, he walked to the access control point, pressed the outside gate's switch button, and quickly blow-dried his hair.

"Director Liang, hello!"

"I was just showering; sorry to keep you waiting." Fang Ziye put down the hair dryer while apologizing.

"Professor Fang, it is I who rashly disturbed you."

Director Liang held a box in his hand and proactively displayed it: "This is tea leaves from my dormitory, also local mountain tea. Heard Professor Fang you like this, so I'm sharing a bit with you."

"Professor Fang, I heard from little Shan that you returned the things again? Is that being too polite?"

Fang Ziye invited Director Liang to sit on the sofa while pouring tea into his teacup, then smiled: "Director Liang, my agreement to admit those patients wasn't to replace the role of Hu Hai and those people."

"Your kind intentions, Director Liang, I appreciate in my heart."

"Those teachers' kind intentions, I also appreciate in my heart. I don't need them for the time being. Anyway it's just doing a few surgeries." Fang Ziye replied.

Fang Ziye's current state of mind is rounded and smooth — this benefits from the tempering and grinding by Old Academician Qiu Zhenghua and Old Academician Gu Yuandong.

If the body is upright, one need not fear a crooked shadow!

To move upward, connections are certainly important, but if too much of this stuff is mixed in, it becomes a time bomb.

Fang Ziye previously wanted to jump out of the "puppet" position not to become the dark-box operator manipulating puppets, but simply, genuinely, to just be a doctor.

You say Fang Ziye has some grudge or compatibility issue with those patients who found Hu Hai and the others — there's absolutely no basis for that.

If you say Fang Ziye would maliciously get angry just because those people gave things to Hu Hai but not to him Fang Ziye, then Fang Ziye would be no different from Hu Hai.

The current Fang Ziye temporarily doesn't need these people's random meddling; their help right now would purely be making things worse!

Helping also depends on angle and timing; even who is helping you is very particular.

Director Liang looked Fang Ziye up and down; his gaze sharpened.

"Professor Fang, you truly are an interesting person — really can't tell you're only in your twenties."

"Looks like Professor Fang's teachers have all seen the big world." Director Liang's tone suddenly relaxed.

"Director Liang, learn from what's there, observe the world when there's nothing. My luck is relatively good; many teachers have guided me. So no matter how others view me, call me arrogant or say whatever — I don't care."

"When there's profit to be gained, I won't give up; when there's no profit to be gained, I won't curry favor upward either."

"The current time is no longer a cycle where I, Fang Ziye, can rise swiftly. So I still need more precipitation, not striking iron without iron."

"Why climb a rootless ladder."

Striking while the iron is hot and striking iron without iron are two different concepts.

"Healing and saving people should not become a transaction, or a one-way pathway! You're willing, I'm willing; you need it, I happen to be able to give it, and we're also suited to each other — that kind of medical care is relatively pure." Fang Ziye said.

Once, Deng Yong asked him: did Fang Ziye want to become an Academician Doctor or a People's Doctor? Fang Ziye chose the latter!

The current Fang Ziye has always thought this way.

The path and the original heart must not go crooked — because Fang Ziye fears he cannot control himself. If he opens some precedent this once, afterward his Dao-heart will become unstable.

For example, this time, because he lost his temper, he was too extreme toward these "seeking treatment" patients. In the future, if he encounters patients who "offended" him, he might retaliate during surgery or treatment!

That would break through Fang Ziye's bottom line, and a healer's bottom line.

If this time Fang Ziye took things, treated this as a transaction!

Then in the future, when Fang Ziye admits patients again, would he think: I already did surgery for you, you won't give me a little something?

I'll kill you!

Fang Ziye cannot be certain he wouldn't — so he simply refuses to start this precedent.

A thousand-li dike collapses from an ant hole.

This is also the worldview Fang Ziye hammered out himself, based on Fang Ziye's experienced cognition, unrelated to others.

Perhaps it will change later, but for now at least it is so.

Director Liang took a deep breath and replied, "I understand, Professor Fang."

"Thank you for spending so much breath talking with me!"

"Professor Fang, sorry for the rude disturbance; I won't continue disturbing your rest."

After Director Liang finished speaking, he stood up and took his leave, not having drunk the tea, and not saying any other words.

Fang Ziye merely saw Director Liang to his own villa doorway, then turned back and began video-call congee with Luo Tingzhu!

He watched Luo Tingzhu write her paper; Luo Tingzhu watched him check literature!

That night, Fang Ziye received a call from the sanatorium's Old Chinese Doctor Chen Song, saying Director Liang had already applied on his own and left the sanatorium.

Fang Ziye listened with some surprise, but also did not curiously ask why...

(Chapter End)