Chapter 567

Fang Ziye parked his car in the parking lot, then yawned as he walked toward the villa area; passing the security booth, he tossed two packs of cigarettes inside.

"Long Ge, these were gifts from someone else!" Fang Ziye put them down, then sat back down and drank a cup of water.

Long Jinhua examined the cigarette brand carefully, then looked up with some hesitation: "Professor Fang, these are all good cigarettes; if you gave them away for recycling, you could get seventy or eighty yuan back."

"How about I give you a contact? He can take them for eighty-two."

"I'd just be wasting them smoking them myself anyway; even our team leader doesn't smoke this well."

Fang Ziye shook his head: "I can't be bothered to run around. Besides, Long Ge, you happen to smoke them."

"Those old professors I work with should smoke less anyway."

Long Jinhua scratched his neck, laughing: "Professor Fang, you're still too polite."

"Right, Professor Fang, about two hours ago, a person left here together with Dean Chen Song, muttering something about the sanatorium fundamentally not needing orthopedics."

"Saying trauma is emergency and such, suggesting Dean Chen cancel orthopedics."

"I didn't hear the specifics fully, and Dean Chen didn't express any attitude."

Long Jinhua thought Fang Ziye seemed to be from orthopedics, so he repeated the information he had heard.

Fang Ziye's hand holding the water cup stiffened, the smile on his face freezing: "Who said this?"

Professor Gong Jiahe and the others don't know this news; it should be someone else privately chatting alone with Chen Song.

Long Jinhua shook his head: "Don't know. I only know Dean Chen."

After leaving the security booth, Fang Ziye felt everyone's information channels were still too narrow; he and Gong Jiahe and the others had just finished a high-quality surgery and studied for quite a while.

They went out together to celebrate very happily; several old comrades even had the leisure to play mahjong, yet here at the sanatorium, someone was suggesting disbanding the orthopedics group!

Long Jinhua doesn't know him, meaning the other person isn't from inside the sanatorium — for example, Zheng Dahai and such...

Fang Ziye didn't take this matter to heart either; after returning, he started a video call with Luo Tingzhu again, and then chatted casually.

The next day.

After finishing his morning run, Fang Ziye went first to the sanatorium canteen to eat.

After getting food and looking for a seat, he ran into Dean Chen Song.

Dean Chen Song only ate one fried egg and a bowl of rather thin white rice congee. He sat there quietly; seeing Fang Ziye hesitate, he instead greeted him first.

"Professor Fang, good appetite?" Dean Chen Song looked at the rice noodles in Fang Ziye's plate plus two meat steamed buns, his eyes showing envy.

Being able to eat is a blessing; being able to eat is a good thing, representing a good stomach and strength.

Chen Song spoke first, so Fang Ziye sat down opposite Chen Song: "Teacher Chen, you're only eating these; can you get full?"

"Drinking some congee in the morning is easy to digest!"

"Digestive function isn't what it was in youth; you eat yours first."

Fang Ziye was naturally not polite; in Enshi there's a traditional saying 'eating is the greatest matter'; even when guests visit, the host doesn't have to yield their seat while eating!

Of course you find a stool for the guest to sit, invite the guest to eat together and such...

Chen Song just silently watched Fang Ziye eat; when Fang Ziye finished the rice noodles and started gnawing on a steamed bun, Fang Ziye smiled and asked: "Teacher Chen, you're already at such an advanced age, yet you still often come to the sanatorium to see patients?"

"I heard Professor Gong say the several professors in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Group all have very deep skills?"

The Traditional Chinese Medicine Group is the most distinctive and strongest group in the sanatorium, led by Chen Song as Group Leader, with six renowned experts and professors; currently the Acting Group Leader Wang Qishan is the most active.

There are even rumors he might be the Candidate Dean of the sanatorium.

The Traditional Chinese Medicine Group currently has over ten members.

Including Chen Song, the six Masters of Traditional Chinese Medicine are all not from academic backgrounds.

"Professor Fang, you've researched our Traditional Chinese Medicine Group too?" Chen Song's gaze was kindly and smiling.

"Teacher Chen, it's just hearsay; many professors in our sanatorium like to give me popular science lectures when they have nothing to do."

"To integrate into the sanatorium's atmosphere as quickly as possible, naturally I need to understand more." Fang Ziye replied.

"And this time, our Hand Surgery Group has a very troublesome chronic osteomyelitis with multiple sinus tracts; I plan to ask Teacher Cao from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Group to take a look; I'm afraid he won't last much longer."

That Hand Surgery chronic osteomyelitis with multiple sinus tracts — Fang Ziye fears he might not even be alive some night.

He was forcibly admitted; because it's an orthopedics disease type, it was put into Hand Surgery. Actually Fang Ziye feels he'd be more suitable in Infection Department or Infection Surgery Department.

Cao Hexiang of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Group is a grandmaster of the Nourishing Yin School; hearsay says he's very good.

This patient — the group has no good solution, and we can't just watch him die; we'll try whatever methods we can; treating a dead horse as a living one, we can't just watch anxiously.

"Minister fire generates life; without this fire, humans cannot have life."

"But when minister fire moves recklessly, it becomes evil fire; it can consume true yin; yang often has surplus, yin often has deficiency." Chen Song habitually recited a medical classic.

Then explained routinely: "Although the Nourishing Yin School advocates nourishing yin and reducing fire in treatment — heart, liver, kidney yin deficiency leading to deficient fire flaring upward."

"But these four limbs ulcerating differ from ordinary yin deficiency yang excess; the heat disperses on the surface, moves externally, both interior and exterior are dry, meridians blocked, yin deficiency not supplemented..."

"I personally diagnosed this patient and tried prescribing; effect was minimal."

Chen Song sighed lightly here: "Traditional Chinese Medicine's development is limited; ancient sages' understanding was also relatively limited!"

"The healthy development of Traditional Chinese Medicine still needs our generation to apply its management, striving to follow the era of modern disease type development."

Chen Song spoke rather bluntly.

Some disease types, ancient doctors might never encounter.

Why not encounter? Because back then there wasn't such great violence; second, nutritional support treatment wasn't this strong; for example this patient, chronic osteomyelitis to this stage would have died long ago.

Disease types didn't develop to such late stages!

Traditional Chinese Medicine is certainly good, but it cannot solve all problems, and will face new problems.

Fang Ziye listened and understood Dean Chen's difficulty: "Dean Chen, this patient — I've seen the entire past treatment process; local antibiotics, systemic medication, debridement surgeries all used, none had any effect."

"Even imported high-grade antibiotics used a pile; probably?"

"Death is common; birth, aging, sickness, death — these are the four seasons of life." Chen Song sees far more transparently than Fang Ziye.

"The sanatorium isn't afraid of death."

"Thank you for your understanding, Teacher Chen." Fang Ziye finished speaking and continued gnawing on the last meat bun.

This patient was the only one so far for whom Fang Ziye felt he couldn't even grasp a direction or clue.

For him, amputation was already too late; his life could no longer be saved!

If amputation was to be done, it should have been done earlier.

Fang Ziye quickly finished eating; Chen Song picked up the plate and walked with Fang Ziye to the tray return area, then said: "Professor Fang, is it convenient to take a walk together?"

Fang Ziye took out his phone and checked the time: "It's still early, convenient, Dean Chen."

At a time like this, saying it's inconvenient or not on the way would be completely lacking in awareness, speaking and acting without thinking.

After leaving the canteen, the two walked slowly along the sanatorium's paths.

The cold wind bit, but the waves were not great.

It felt a bit cold hitting the face, but it was still alright; Old Chinese Doctor Chen Song was dressed more thickly. They walked roughly twenty-odd meters before Chen Song said: "That Professor Lin who came last time came for me."

"He wasn't specifically targeting you, Professor Fang."

Fang Ziye's pupils contracted slightly: "Teacher Chen, Professor Lin and I might have conflicting ideologies!"

On the surface, it looks like Lin Peng took the position himself; after all, he wanted to come lead a group and have me work for him.

Chen Song laughed, tilting his head to look at Fang Ziye: "Professor Fang has a pure heart like a child's, which is quite rare."

"But this Lin Peng indeed came for me."

"Some of my ideologies conflict with the mainstream TCM ideology in reality. I once proposed that the TCM circle should also have an accountability system like modern medicine, practice universal prescriptions, examine standardized pattern differentiation and treatment, and adjust classic formulas as appropriate."

"The intent was to clean out those who use TCM as a front for fame-seeking and reputation-fishing, or to restrain those making ill-gotten gains!"

"Some people think I am shaking the foundation of TCM."

"But in reality? Professor Fang, you should know that in every corner of our Eastern Han, you can see certain slogans."

"Specializing in treating all kinds of cancer."

"I don't rule out that some people can treat jia and ji ju. But such people are extremely few, and require chance and coincidence."

Seeing Fang Ziye's doubt, Chen Song explained: "Jia and ji ju are our TCM's alternative names for cancer."

"There are also those with ulterior motives who, under the guise of accumulating wealth, promote that TCM drugs have no side effects and advise eating more and supplementing more; these are the people strangling the root of TCM."

"TCM drugs take effect; generally three doses show improvement."

"TCM health cultivation, not TCM drug health cultivation……"

"However, such disputes ultimately sink into silence; my previous ideas were indeed too extreme." Chen Song sighed with emotion.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye said: "Teacher Chen, I'm very grateful you don't harbor much malice toward modern medicine."

"I'll return those words to you." Chen Song nodded.

"There are no few big experts and big professors of modern medicine who only acknowledge TCM drugs but not TCM, considering it an outdated thing."

Chen Song continued: "When I was in Jingdu before, I also offended quite a few people. Back then they had no way to deal with me, but everyone grows old eventually."

"Youthful vigor is not a good thing; grudges run too deep, and there will always be a day of eating the bitter fruit."

"Now, my old friends have all passed away one after another, and I find it increasingly difficult to spend my old age in peace."

Fang Ziye: "……"

Fang Ziye had thought Chen Song was always this elegant; turns out he was also 'carefree' in his youth.

"I am a tumor in the TCM circle; many people want to eradicate me, so it's not unlikely they'd send people to ruin the sanatorium I built, denying me any chance of a comeback."

"Lin Peng is one of them; there are also some other people in our sanatorium who might secretly bear such secrets, I just don't know."

"Professor Fang, you must know: the more traditional a person is, the more deep-rooted their determination to utterly exterminate heterodox sects!" Chen Song spoke calmly and lightly.

Fang Ziye could only keep twitching the corner of his mouth.

How could he reply to this?

He didn't understand the TCM circle at all, had no background story, so it was hard to empathize.

Furthermore, Fang Ziye fundamentally didn't know how exactly Chen Song had offended people.

What if you were the one ruthlessly exterminating others before?

"Teacher Chen, what you've said is too distant from me." Fang Ziye lowered his posture.

"I once had an idea: to use modern medical methods to statistically analyze some of TCM's classic formula adjustments."

"But the results weren't good!"

"I once had another idea: to combine modern medicine and TCM, unify the establishment quota; the result was still failure, many ideologies of the two conflict."

"Now, I just don't want to think about the two leaning on each other anymore, so I built the sanatorium, directly conducting comparison, each researching on their own!"

"TCM also has TCM's basic research; for example, re-differentiating today's medicinal herbs, re-determining drug properties, re-organizing classic formula adjustments, to adapt to today's drug properties, today's seasonal changes, today's patient symptom patterns……"

Chen Song was a bit long-winded; after saying such a large pile, he finally got to the main point: "Professor Fang, someone told me the sanatorium's Trauma Surgery is redundant; no emergency means no trauma?"

"Do you think such a statement sounds ridiculous?"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye nodded but didn't answer directly.

Chen Song paved the way with such a large pile; it couldn't be completely useless.

"Not understanding trauma, that's why they say this; Trauma Surgery is not merely just emergency trauma!"

Fang Ziye was also quite clear-headed, and followed up: "Not understanding TCM, that's why they might say TCM has little use; TCM is also not merely just prescribing classic formulas, pulse diagnosis, acupuncture……"

Chen Song directly slapped Fang Ziye in the face: "TCM surgery has already been lost; current TCM diagnosis and treatment methods are exactly what Professor Fang you just said."

Fang Ziye: "……"

Well, cleverness went to the horse's leg, got kicked!

In the future, for fields I don't understand, it's still best not to run my mouth.

"Teacher Chen, have you really considered abolishing Trauma Surgery or Orthopedics?" Fang Ziye asked.

The system here at the sanatorium is imperfect; groups and divisions are formed on a whim; as long as patients aren't ruined, the freedom here is very high, different from a hospital!

There are no patients who must be treated here.

"Professor Lin Peng just arrived and inserted himself; seeing there was no one to harm, someone proposed that Trauma Surgery is useless!"

"Professor Fang, do you think I've gone senile?" Chen Song rolled his eyes and said.

"Moreover, based on my personal experience and summary, some chronic disease treatments in trauma, and some concepts of Traditional Chinese Medicine, actually coincide without prior consultation."

"It's just a pity that Professor Fang is unwilling to engage with Traditional Chinese Medicine, even showing some reluctance. I shouldn't say more then."

Fang Ziye said: "I truly don't know it, and I'm already this old; even if I wanted to learn now, I estimate I wouldn't learn fast."

Fang Ziye's tone even carried some lack of confidence, because he actually could learn very fast, just unwilling to get involved.

The Traditional Chinese Medicine circle, from what he understood and contacted, is simply a mess, far more chaotic than Modern Medicine.

Since his last consumption, Fang Ziye's Knowledge Points have accumulated to over eighty thousand; if he were truly willing to progress in Traditional Chinese Medicine, picking a direction to get started would definitely be no problem.

"Different trades have their specialties; I hope Professor Fang can make more breakthroughs in your own field. Traditional Chinese Medicine emphasizes comprehensiveness; even surgical operations can be one of its treatment concepts." Chen Song was very magnanimous.

Fang Ziye was also unwilling to yield: "Traditional Chinese Medicine treatment is also a treatment method highly recommended in our Modern Medicine textbooks."

How did surgery become your subordinate product and one of your choices?

The reverse is equally true!

In the ninth edition of Surgical Science, Traditional Chinese Medicine treatment appears no fewer than several hundred times.

People from two systems discussing this issue can discuss for three years; it's not fresh at all.

Chen Song had debated this many times, so he changed his address first: "Traditional Chinese Medicine diagnosis includes inspection, auscultation/olfaction, inquiry, and palpation; this is genuinely deriving diagnostic basis from the patient's body."

"The main dialectical methods of Traditional Chinese Medicine are Eight Principles Differentiation, Etiological Differentiation, Qi-Blood-Body Fluid Differentiation, Zang-Fu Differentiation, Six Meridians Differentiation, and Wei-Qi-Ying-Xue Differentiation!"

"The eight major methods of Traditional Chinese Medicine treatment are sweating, emesis, purgation, harmonization, warming, clearing, elimination, and tonification."

"The main treatment forms of Traditional Chinese Medicine are prescriptions, moxibustion, manual techniques, and cupping!"

"Traditional Chinese Medicine is actually very simple, right? Professor Fang."

Fang Ziye thought to himself, I'd be a fool to believe you; if Traditional Chinese Medicine were this simple, it wouldn't be so hard to get started.

Inspection, auscultation/olfaction, inquiry, and palpation alone are divided into many different types of inspection; pulse diagnosis is even more complex in mechanism.

Fang Ziye only smiled without answering, appearing somewhat impervious to persuasion.

Seeing this, Chen Song sighed, giving up other thoughts: "You young people nowadays indeed have less and less sentiment."

"Only staring at immediate benefits, unable to calm down and study properly!"

"You're like this, that kid is like this, including Song Yi too. Forget it!"

"Professor Fang, you go be busy!" Chen Song said.

Fang Ziye instantly felt pardoned: "Teacher Chen, every line is easy to enter but hard to master; if we swap perspectives, if you were sixty years younger, would you be willing to delve deeply into surgery?"

Chen Song thought for a moment, then said: "Probably not..."

Fang Ziye and Chen Song took their leave of each other.

But Chen Song shouted: "Professor Fang, if you don't want to advance in our Traditional Chinese Medicine direction, then within half a year, you must produce some achievements for me, otherwise I'll disband your Trauma Surgery Group."

Fang Ziye stumbled upon hearing this.

Hey, other groups have no hard requirements, why does our Trauma Surgery Group have one?

You're targeting me personally, right?

Fang Ziye turned and left without looking back, not taking this matter to heart at all.

Breakthrough, right? Small breakthrough or large breakthrough, both are breakthroughs; as long as you give enough money, I'm not worried about this.

But wanting me to switch careers is still underestimating me a bit.

Surgical Outpatient Area!

Professor Du Donglin, Professor Gong Jiahe, and others gathered together, talking and laughing, seemingly exchanging pleasantries.

Fang Ziye looked closer; everyone was surrounding the previously departed Professor Lin Peng, introducing themselves to each other.

As Fang Ziye approached, everyone scattered a distance away; Professor Du Donglin then pretended to introduce to Fang Ziye: "Professor Fang, this is the Hand Surgery Professor Lin Peng newly sought by Dean Chen for our Hand Surgery. He's also a big shot in the industry."

"Professor Lin Peng, this is our Yangyuan's current Orthopedics Department Group Leader, Professor Fang Ziye; although young, his strength is extremely strong!"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye could only pretend not to know Lin Peng, smiled and stepped forward two steps, smiling radiantly: "Hello Professor Lin, I'm Fang Ziye; you can call me Ziye or Xiao Fang."

The human relations Lin Peng wanted, Fang Ziye could easily provide.

"Don't know where Professor Lin previously held a high post?" Doing the act fully; now in the Surgical Office, others might not know Lin Peng, so Fang Ziye conveniently steered the conversation there.

Lin Peng's eyes shifted, smile unbroken: "Professor Fang, this isn't important; according to Yangyuan rules, once you come you're Yangyuan people; where you came from before isn't the focus."

"Hope Group Leader Fang can give more guidance in the future."

Although Lin Peng's smile was radiant, the corners of his eyes were full of fatigue.

His entry into the Yangyuan this time was quite difficult; he also experienced what is called the warmth and coldness of human relations.

He had led a group, yet even the position of Deputy Group Leader was not secure.

Professor Du Donglin and Professor Gong Jiahe's surface politeness, in reality equally didn't take him seriously; Fang Ziye's imperviousness...

This made him feel that his past self was simply childish, actually thinking of coming to 'coerce Fang Ziye' for a bargain; it was truly a bit of a joke.

But still that sentence: as long as there can be breakthroughs in professional and academic fields, the path that should be walked still must be walked, and the advancement opportunities that should be strived for still must be strived for.

"Professor Lin is too polite; Professor Lin is a senior, should give more guidance; I'm young in age and shallow in seniority, it's only right that Professor Lin you give more support."

"Speaking of it, I'm the Group Leader, but internal group matters are all discussed by everyone; I'm merely a figurehead here..." Fang Ziye gave Lin Peng everything he wanted to the extreme.

Lin Peng listened, his face instantly darkened!

Estimated that those words he said to Dean Chen Song were all relayed by Chen Song to Fang Ziye, so now Fang Ziye became sensible.

After mutually recognizing each other, it was time to each do their own things.

When Fang Ziye headed toward the Trauma Surgery Group, he specially instructed: "Professor Du, Professor Lin is a senior expert, should have his own specialty diseases; if Professor Lin is willing, his wishes must also be fully respected."

"Group Leader Fang, rest assured, definitely will; coincidentally our Hand Surgery has two rather difficult patients, should consult more!" Du Donglin is quite cutting too.

Fang Ziye's words, he took them up seamlessly without a flaw.

……

After Fang Ziye finished inspecting the Trauma Group's patients, he said to Gu Yi: "Senior Brother, later you go separately and have a good talk with that patient with multiple bone defects and his family members."

"His surgery, for the time being, cannot be rushed. I see he himself is rather anxious; we must avoid affecting his mindset!"

"Sharpening the knife does not delay the woodcutting; the cause must be clarified before surgery can be performed!"

"I just glanced at my phone. The surgery I did on that little girl at Enshi Central Hospital before — fortunately the cause was identified preoperatively, and the surgical method was temporarily modified intraoperatively; otherwise, the efficacy probably would not have been this good."

"This patient is the same; he cannot be rushed. He has already waited that long outside, and we cannot treat the sanatorium as a place where immortals reside; there must be immediate, tangible results."

Gu Yi nodded, opened his notebook, and wrote it down: "Okay, later I'll go talk with them."

"Group Leader Fang, regarding his preoperative medication levobupivacaine, I recently read several papers, all recommending that for his situation the dose should be fifty percent higher than the drug instructions!"

"In a sustained state of bone defect, the incidence of fat embolism in the bone marrow is relatively high; short-term high-dose shock treatment may have certain benefits."

Gu Yi addressed him properly as Group Leader Fang, rather than calling him Fang Ziye.

"Is that so? You find the literature and bring it out; later consult Professor Gong. I'll go check the situation; if there is evidence to support it, we'll clearly assess and control the risk prediction, and adjust if adjustment is needed." Fang Ziye nodded.

This kind of thing, he had done before too — searching literature, finding various materials, giving suggestions to superiors in clinical practice, earning knowledge points.

Although Gu Yi cannot earn knowledge points, his own cognition will also improve.

Gu Yi is now truly doing scholarship seriously.

Gong Jiahe then took up the conversation: "Gu Yi, we'll talk later. Professor Fang has to go review today's surgical patient data; this is Professor Fang's habit!"

The group temporarily decided to go to the demonstration classroom first, with Gu Yi finding the literature.

The treatment here demands precision and refinement; every single point is worth careful deliberation!

This patient with multiple bone defects — Fang Ziye has not yet deeply advanced his treatment plan, so he understands little about it; it is not that Fang Ziye's level is inadequate.

However, after Fang Ziye arrived at the Surgical Outpatient Area, Du Donglin and the others had not yet returned; presumably at his hint, Professor Lin Peng was asked to give more guidance, so time was delayed.

Fang Ziye was just about to sit down when Professor Zheng Dahai unexpectedly walked in from outside leading a group in plain clothes!

And he seemed to be heading straight for him. As the group approached, Fang Ziye hurriedly stood up, because among them was someone he still recognized: "Director Zhou? Hello, hello!"

The visitor was actually Professor Zhou Gongbo, Director of Huashan Hospital Hospital Trauma Surgery Department!

This is a genuine trauma surgery titan, an existence even more formidable than Professor Duan Hong, Director of Tongji Hospital Trauma Surgery Department!

Director Zhou Gongbo bore himself with distinguished bearing; in his fifties, he looked at most around forty, not old at all, his facial features still handsome.

Upon seeing Fang Ziye, Zhou Gongbo's already smiling face became even more radiant: "Professor Fang, hello. It's really a pleasure to see you again! I was originally expecting to meet you at the COA, but unexpectedly you were absent."

"Director Tang even lost his temper." Zhou Gongbo hurried forward and shook hands with Fang Ziye.

The Director Zhou mentioned by Zhou Gongbo is precisely the newly elected Academician Professor Tang Fupei.

"Professor Zhou, you're too polite. I originally planned to come, but work had a transfer, so I couldn't spare the time." After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he looked at the elder beside Zhou Gongbo.

The elder had silver-white hair, stood 1.76 meters tall; his frame was sturdy, yet the wrinkles and aged appearance on his face could not be concealed.

Zhou Gongbo hastily introduced: "Teacher, this is Professor Fang Ziye, also the attending physician for that Huang Ling nonunion surgery we did before."

"The Doctor Fang who came for a follow-up a few days ago and told us about."

"Professor Zhou, this is my teacher, Professor Tian Lin; these are my students!"

"Hello, Professor Tian!" Fang Ziye hurriedly paid respects politely to Tian Lin.

Speculation is speculation; formal acquaintance is formal acquaintance. Old Professor Tian Lin — his seniority is even greater than our hospital's Old Professor Li, his reputation nationwide is even higher. He has pushed forward the advancement and development of Eastern Han trauma surgery considerably.

Nonunion is his specialty. Since the 1970s of the last century, he began research and treatment of nonunion, and to this day he remains on the front lines of both research and clinical practice.

Old Professor Tian Lin spoke very directly: "Professor Fang, I also know you are very busy now. I contacted you for a long time before getting the opportunity to meet you face to face."

"I'll speak plainly. I've worked on nonunion for nearly a lifetime, and that patient Huang Ling's situation is still the first time I've encountered it."

"However, our hospital still has quite a few similar nonunion patients, all rather extreme cases. I and Zhou Gongbo, including some of my other students, have researched them deeply!"

"For a long time there has been no substantive progress. This time I heard Professor Fang you also have certain attainments in this area, so I came specially to visit and consult."

"But I also heard Professor Fang your work is rather special, so I'll speak directly: I wonder if Professor Fang is willing to form a remote research group with us?"

"We won't occupy too much of Professor Fang's time. We hope you serve as a research consultant, occasionally answering questions will suffice!" Tian Lin's personality is straightforward.

After a slight preamble, he simply stated his purpose.

The so-called research consultant is equivalent in nature to something like an honorary professor.

One need not come work at the research group; salary subsidies can be collected; one just occasionally participates remotely in academic discussion meetings.

Tian Lin's visit represents not merely himself, but also the laboratory, and even more so an invitation issued by the national-level orthopedics laboratory — relatively formal. Once Fang Ziye agrees, there can be a formal appointment letter.

Fang Ziye looked at Professor Zheng Dahai.

Professor Zheng Dahai said: "Regarding research consultants, the sanatorium imposes no special restrictions."

"Huashan Hospital Hospital is also a prestigious hospital we have long admired; Professor Fang may decide for himself."

Professor Zhou Gongbo then said: "Thank you, Professor Zheng, for giving us a chance to meet. Since time is relatively limited, Professor Fang, let me briefly introduce the compensation matters."

Fang Ziye said: "Professor Zhou, compensation and such need not be discussed for now. I agree."

"I still have one surgery today. Could I trouble you and Old Professor Tian Lin to rest in Enshi for a bit? After my surgery finishes, we'll talk in detail face to face?"

Old Professor Tian Lin and Old Professor Zhou Gongbo can be called the culmination of nonunion treatment research. Their coming to discuss cooperation is genuine cooperation, not fishing.

This is truly 'guests from afar,' unlike that Lin Peng, who has no outstanding research achievements at all, yet acts all haphazard, treating everyone like fools.

Zhou Gongbo smiled upon hearing this: "That would be best."

"We'll quietly await Professor Fang's call."

"We have contact information." Professor Zhou Gongbo shook his mobile phone.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Dahai said: "Professor Zhou, Old Professor Tian, the sanatorium has rest rooms and a tea room. If you have no other arrangements, you can go there to rest."

"Watching TV and movies, playing some chess are all good choices."

Zhou Gongbo replied: "Professor Zheng, we have other arrangements. Enshi is also a tourist destination; we plan to go look around."

……

After finishing their words, the few people exchanged a few more details with Fang Ziye, then left carefree.

They had come to discuss cooperation, not to ask someone for a favor, so they came and went like the wind.

However, as they were leaving, they happened to run into Professor Du Donglin and the others.

Professor Zhou Gongbo was now quite famous; when Professor Du Donglin and the others were young, it was the heyday of Old Professor Tian Lin and the others, so they were familiar with each other.

So, Du Donglin hesitated for a moment, but still greeted the two of them.

In reality, among the hand surgery professors Zhou Gongbo was familiar with, Du Donglin was not included; among the senior hand surgery veterans Old Professor Tian Lin knew, half were nearly in their graves, and he didn't recognize them even more.

Du Donglin wasn't familiar with them, let alone Lin Peng of the China-Japan Friendship Hospital under the Chinese Trauma Surgery Branch of Eastern Han—they were even less familiar.

Only Zhou Gongbo had met Lin Peng a few times.

Seeing Lin Peng greet them politely, Zhou Gongbo smiled and nodded: "Teacher, this is Professor Lin Peng, from China-Japan Friendship Hospital in Jingdu, formerly a student of Professor Xie Daping's student."

"Xie Daping's student? Is it Dou Qiyao or Yuan Zhen?" Tian Lin, hearing a familiar name, still remembered a few people from the younger generation.

Lin Peng was two generations younger, so he didn't know him.

Lin Peng swallowed twice and replied: "Old Professor Tian, my teacher is Professor Yuan Zhen! ~"

Xie Daping was his grand-teacher; if he hadn't passed away, he would be ninety-one years old this year. His teacher Yuan Zhen was fourteen years younger than his grand-teacher, seventy-seven this year.

Tian Lin was from the same era as Professor Xie Daping.

"Professor Yuan Zhen shouldn't be young anymore, right? Around eighty?" Tian Lin asked.

"Seventy-seven this year, almost seventy-eight!"

"Old Professor Tian, why have you come to Enshi this time?"

"I have surgery scheduled today. After my surgery ends later, I will definitely take a few professors out for a tour." Lin Peng immediately asked ingratiatingly.

Zhou Gongbo directly refused: "No need, Professor Lin. We already have an appointment with Professor Fang later; after chatting a few words with Professor Fang, we will head back."

"It's not very convenient!"

"Teacher, let's go."

Lin Peng was stunned upon hearing this, followed them, and blurted out: "Professor Fang Ziye?"

"Yes, Professor Lin should be familiar, right?" The voices of Zhou Gongbo and Lin Peng gradually faded away.

Du Donglin completely ignored Lin Peng's 'departure'!

Hand surgery having one more person wasn't a burden, and having one less person didn't stop work from proceeding as usual.

This kind of person was indeed quite interesting.

"Let's go back and go over the examination data with Professor Fang again; Professor Fang should be waiting for us," Du Donglin said to Yao Zhanzhong and the others.

Yao Zhanzhong laughed and picked his nose: "Professor Du, I reckon this Professor Lin is trying every means to avoid Professor Fang!"

"The ward round today was quite wonderful; someone who doesn't even understand the basic principles of functional reconstruction surgery still wants to guide Professor Fang in clinical research."

"The heart is big." Lin Peng wasn't there, so Yao Zhanzhong joked very rudely.

These matters all had to be reported to Surgical Group Leader Zheng Dahai and the sanatorium's logistics department originally.

The sanatorium taught without discrimination; if someone was willing to come and their seniority assessment was sufficient, they would be given a chance.

But if they did not do well, the more courteous they were when brought in, the more rude they would be when kicked out!

Fang Ziye soon waited for Du Donglin and the others!

When the group gathered to discuss the surgical plan, Professor Lin Peng walked in through the doorway somewhat awkwardly.

Fang Ziye glanced at Professor Lin Peng, and Lin Peng himself felt guilty first: "Group Leader Fang, I've just arrived and am not yet very familiar with the few patients in the sanatorium."

"You go about your business, no need to mind me; I'll get familiar slowly on my own."

Lin Peng's heart was pounding with anxiety!

He didn't even know what he had ultimately come into this circle for.

This place was definitely not easy to hang around in!

Fang Ziye didn't pay him any mind; after asking Lin Peng to sit down, he acted as if Lin Peng didn't exist at all.

Immediately after, Fang Ziye led the team forward and entered the operating room.

Du Donglin and the others didn't pay Lin Peng any mind either, treating him well, while going on stage to perform surgery alongside Fang Ziye, also giving Lin Peng a chance to go on stage.

However, they didn't let him operate, but politely said: "Professor Lin, you've just arrived and aren't very familiar with the surgeries here, so just watch for a few days first."

"Once you're slightly familiar, you can also show your skills."

Lin Peng nodded with a stiff scalp.

In the past, he might have answered a few words more or less, but today, he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

Fang Ziye unhurriedly led the team in advancing the surgery!

When Gong Jiahe and the others were sharpening their surgical skills below the stage, Fang Ziye interrupted: "Professor Gong, I have other arrangements today; the matter of the surgical review can wait until tomorrow or this evening."

"You all record the video first."

Gong Jiahe, upon hearing this, immediately nodded: "Alright, Professor Fang!"

Fang Ziye had no obligation to teach them; it was entirely voluntary.

Fang Ziye had business, and they couldn't morally kidnap Fang Ziye either.

Then, a group of old fogeys with nothing to do stared at Lin Peng's expression with burning gazes.

Lin Peng felt uncomfortable all over; wherever he put his gaze, he felt it was inappropriate. He could clearly feel that he was being made a monkey of.

But he couldn't suppress a single one of the people making a monkey of him!

However, Lin Peng still had some psychological fortitude; after just two minutes, he immersed his gaze into Fang Ziye's surgical operation.

Ignoring all teasing with a monograph, with an attitude of learning, he rejected others' watching the show.

As a professor, being able to become a committee member of the Trauma Surgery Branch of the Chinese Medical Association naturally meant he had unique qualities and certain capabilities.

So very quickly, Lin Peng's gaze was once again drawn by the surgical procedure.

This Fang Ziye is strong!

Not the kind of strength that's for show, but truly, genuinely strong!

No wonder so many people are willing to revere him as a Top Scholar; it's not merely virtual fame!

Rather, it's real achievement forged through life-and-death struggle, the kind that can disregard all doubt.

……

Because it was Professor Du Donglin of the Hand Surgery Group and the others taking the stage, after Fang Ziye finished the critical debridement, he gradually let go, his tone calm and decisive: "Professor Du, you come perform the tendon transfer!"

"Alright! Group Leader Fang." Du Donglin wasn't rude either, merely respectful in tone, cautious in movement!

With the teacher right in front of you, you still don't learn; when exactly do you plan to learn?

When you're operating solo and courting death?

(Chapter End)