Chapter 569: Double the Joy (Requesting Subscriptions)

"Professor Fang, thank you so much. I feel like I can walk very freely now."

"I myself had almost forgotten how long it's been since I walked this normally and freely." During the morning rounds, a hard-to-age "uncle" held Fang Ziye's hand, expressing sincere gratitude.

Walking should be an ability that every normal human can learn and acquire after birth; if one is born with difficulty, they don't feel the loss deeply.

Going from good to bad is harder than going from extravagance to frugality.

"Recuperate well. According to the rehabilitation plan we formulated for you, slowly build up muscle strength and gait."

"Judging from your current re-examination results, there should still be room for further improvement. I'm actually not afraid that you won't practice; I'm afraid you'll rush it, practice too aggressively. Step by step."

"It's best to complete every step of the rehabilitation procedure fully and thoroughly, and not impatiently leap to the next step." Fang Ziye held the "uncle's" hand with both hands, and after giving his instructions, he withdrew his hand.

Currently, Fang Ziye still couldn't confirm whether these two patients were actually the ones who had previously clashed with Hu Hai; they looked like them, yet not quite.

Anyway, Fang Ziye had agreed: as long as the sanatorium was willing to admit them, he was willing to perform the surgery. As for whether the sanatorium was willing to admit them, that was the sanatorium's problem.

So far, Fang Ziye had not received any prompts.

"Professor Fang, rest assured. Your word is an imperial edict. However many days you tell me to practice, I'll practice that many days — not one session more, not one day less." The "uncle" raised his fist in a pledge.

Functional impairment isn't fatal; actually, dying cleanly isn't scary either. What's scary is living in a muddled, unclear state.

The "uncle" immediately followed up: "Professor Fang, the fruit we sent you — why did you return it?"

"Accepting a bit of fruit doesn't count as a violation, does it?"

Bringing this up, it was Miao Haoyu who replied: "Uncle, it's not a violation per se, but you sent too much. The people on duty couldn't finish it all, and throwing it away felt like a waste."

"Actually, you don't need to send these things, to avoid waste!"

"Professor Fang and the other professors are all quite busy. Besides surgical tasks, treatment tasks, there are research tasks, consultation obligations. They don't spend much time in the sanatorium normally."

When he sent the fruit, Miao Haoyu was on duty, so he had the nursing department staff on duty return the fruit, and had them distribute it to patients and family members in other courtyards.

"This is also a bit of my sincerity!" The "uncle" said.

In the sanatorium, he wanted to give money but temporarily hadn't been able to.

Hearing this, Gong Jiahe laughed heartily: "Comrade, sincerity is sincerity, but we can't neglect our proper duties just to accept your sincerity, can we?"

"Think about it: if on the day we're supposed to operate on you, we suddenly tell you we have to go accept someone else's sincerity, delaying or even canceling the surgery, you'd definitely think we're bastards too."

Gong Jiahe's EQ was extremely high.

Hearing this, the other party laughed, nodding: "Right? You're all big experts and professors, with lots of proper business."

He let go with both hands, crutches tucked under both armpits, held them in front of him and shook them: "Then I'll just verbally thank you all again. Thank you, everyone."

"You're all good doctors. I won't delay or waste your time with these things anymore in the future."

He didn't know about other things, but anyway, he came here for surgery and didn't pay a cent!

"Then you rest well. We have to continue rounds. The other patients are quite complex; we need to discuss them properly." Gong Jiahe, as the representative, cut off the chat topic, then led the people away.

……

After Gong Jiahe and the others left, the "uncle's" family member, a middle-aged man approaching forty, walked in: "Dad? Didn't expect this blind cat to hit a dead mouse? You actually cured the old ailment on your leg."

"I initially thought this was a Putian Medical Group hospital." The middle-aged man said while helping the old man toward the bed.

"What is a Putian Medical Group hospital?" The old man asked.

It wasn't that he couldn't use the internet, but by the time he learned to go online for entertainment, Putian Medical Group hospitals had already become outdated vocabulary, rarely mentioned online.

"It's that kind of..." The middle-aged man explained in detail.

"What's the routine of this kind of hospital? Originally specialty graduates can all fabricate an overseas study experience, some foreign university's specially appointed professor type of gilding."

"Actually, their skills, compared to those in teaching hospitals, aren't even fit to carry their shoes."

"Let me show you. Take this plastic surgery hospital — the highest education is just a Professional Master's, as far as I know."

"But look at how its resume is written? Study experience at a famous Korean hospital, twenty-nine years old this year, already practiced for over ten years..."

"He started formal work right after high school graduation. A genius who didn't even need to attend undergrad!" The middle-aged man explained so thoughtfully to his own father.

"Me putting it this way, can you think of my previous concerns? This Professor Fang?"

"Isn't he cut from the same cloth as those people?"

Old man: "That's your unilateral speculation. Conjecture and facts are often at odds."

"What do you think now?"

"Definitely have to find trustworthy people, reliable channels. We came from the same class — could he deceive me?" The old man countered.

The middle-aged man's face was full of smiles now: "Professor Fang is very strong. His strength is in no way inferior to some famous domestic experts. In the future, he'll only be more formidable than these experts."

"What a pity, couldn't get his contact info. Otherwise, if friends I know could be referred over, we could cultivate quite a few connections." The middle-aged man sighed.

"Medicine does not knock on doors. Best to do less of this kind of thing."

"Can help by chance when the opportunity arises. When the timing isn't mature, you'd better not meddle recklessly."

"This Professor Fang fundamentally doesn't lack patients." The old man saw through his son's meaning at a glance, yet didn't support it.

Building bridges for others as a means of cultivating connections is ultimately not one's own thing; it's unreliable.

……

After finishing rounds, when they returned to the Surgical Treatment Area, Professor Du Donglin of Hand Surgery and the others also walked in slowly.

In the crowd, Professor Lin Peng's complexion carried a hint of pallor.

Not a few seconds after walking into the office, Lin Peng gritted his teeth hard and said in a low voice to Professor Du Donglin: "Professor Du, can we talk alone?"

Professor Du Donglin was originally going to report to Fang Ziye. Hearing this, he also nodded politely: "Of course, Professor Lin?"

"Should we talk right here, or go next door to find a quiet place?" Du Donglin's voice wasn't loud.

Although he looked down on Lin Peng, there was no need to offend him to death.

The other party had already decided to retreat in the face of difficulty; he should preserve his last bit of face.

Twenty minutes later, Professor Du Donglin returned, directly joining the case discussion, and did not report the situation to Fang Ziye at the first time.

Fang Ziye, Gong Jiahe, and the others were discussing the surgical plan for a patient with severe lower limb flexion-adduction deformity. Gong Jiahe and the others all listened attentively.

This kind of surgery is actually a combined disease type of Hand Surgery and Trauma Surgery; placing it in either specialty is fine, so Du Donglin also found it very beneficial after listening.

He then temporarily put Lin Peng's matter to the back of his mind.

Another full half hour passed before Fang Ziye finished the discussion: "Professor Gong, Professor Fang, let's tentatively finalize the surgical plan like this for now, schedule surgery normally for this Thursday."

"If the situation changes, we'll talk again anytime later."

"Currently, our Trauma Group's functional reconstruction patient can also be electively transferred out for rehabilitation; we saw today that his recovery is very good."

Although it's only the fourth day post-op, Fang Ziye feels the surgical quality is very reliable, and there's no longer any need to observe for two weeks like with the previous functional reconstruction.

Get the patient discharged early, so we can admit new patients early.

Routine rehabilitation occupying a whole courtyard is still too extravagant.

The sanatorium has also done quite a few functional reconstructions; Gong Jiahe and the others know Fang Ziye's expertise in this area, so they nodded directly without any hesitation: "Good, I'll have Director Song from Logistics go talk to him in a bit."

After Director Liang resigned, Director Song is acting as Logistics Director; if there are no other accidents, he'll naturally be promoted in due course.

"Professor Lin Peng left!" Du Donglin said as he and Fang Ziye left the Surgical Diagnosis Area.

Fang Ziye glanced at Du Donglin in surprise, thinking, ruthless person!

Making Lin Peng leave this fast — is this a single cut straight to the aorta?

Fang Ziye expressionless: "Professor Lin, this sanatorium — you can come as you please, leave as you please?"

"Easy to enter, even easier to leave, hard to stay." Du Donglin said.

"The probation period here can be short or very long, but the assessment content is extremely strict; only very few people can stay routinely."

"When Dean Chen recruited, he emphasized 'education without discrimination'; as long as you had a bit of ability, he was willing to give a chance, but whether you seize the opportunity, he's not responsible for explaining."

"So, if Professor Lin Peng is willing to leave, he can leave anytime, including many Deputy Chief Physicians and helping Junior Doctors."

Lenient entry, lenient exit, strict retention — this is a very 'cruel' competition mechanism.

A bit similar to the recruitment model at Hanzhong Tongji Hospital and Peking Union Medical College Hospital; in these two hospitals, as long as you have a doctorate and a few papers, you can go work there.

But you sign a contract; if you don't reach a certain step within n years, it's automatically terminated.

Using money to buy a possibility.

If you do well, Tongji Hospital will continue to treat you well; if you do badly, whether you can find a job, whether it affects your future — that's your own voluntary choice!

"Professor Du, then please see Professor Lin out when the time comes; that's basic hospitality."

"After all, Professor Lin Peng is also one of our Orthopedics people." Fang Ziye suggested.

Lin Peng is from Trauma Surgery, but after entering the sanatorium he went to Hand Surgery; Fang Ziye couldn't properly see him off — on the surface, the two aren't very familiar.

Fang Ziye also wouldn't put on a fake act to maintain some persona!

"Rest assured, Group Leader Fang, proper social courtesy is a must."

"If the departure is good, we see them off well; if not good, there's a not-good way to see them off." Du Donglin replied rudely.

"Professor Fang, heard your student also came to Enshi, entered the lab — any other arrangements now?"

"If no arrangements, our group still has a manpower vacancy; can we borrow them for a bit?" Du Donglin turned and asked.

Called a transfer, but actually it's to curry favor with Fang Ziye!

Du Donglin fears Fang Ziye just got promoted to Deputy Chief Physician, just became a Supervisor, has no suitable research projects for the student; sending them to his group first at least lets Fang Ziye's student get more exposure, broaden their horizons.

Fang Ziye understood almost instantly: "Thank you, Professor Du, I've already arranged my student; thank you for your trouble."

Du Donglin exclaimed: "Professor Fang is truly high-yield! ~"

"Just arrived in Enshi not long ago, clinical projects already being laid out, basic research seems to have leads too."

"Great reputation is well-deserved; truly lives up to the name."

"Hope we have time to cooperate more." Du Donglin spoke from the heart.

Even Huashan Hospital made a move, an old-generation figure like Old Professor Tian Lin personally mobilized for Fang Ziye — why are you, Du Donglin, still putting on airs?

Enter the game early, seize the current opportunity!

Of course, unlike Lin Peng, Du Donglin's talk of cooperation is real cooperation — you need, I supplement; I seek, you supply.

"Professor Du, there'll definitely be opportunities." Fang Ziye thought carefully, felt Du Donglin's proposal was reliable.

He wants to open quite a few pits, but his team's manpower simply can't cover them all.

Like last year, even with so many people in his team participating simultaneously, they only launched two projects.

However, Fang Ziye feels if the opportunity is suitable, a slight compromise can push forward a few more projects, which is more beneficial for the discipline's development.

Having reached this step, Fang Ziye has already clarified several points.

First, Professor Duan Hong of Hubei Province wants to pass the Trauma Surgery baton to him, so his thinking must align in that direction.

Not in the position, don't plan the politics.

Occupying a post without doing the work is more shameless than murder!

Second, having only promoted two clinical projects so far, Fang Ziye has already achieved relative freedom with Level 4 Skills!

One skill, from Level 1 to Level 4, consumes about 600 Skill Points; Fang Ziye's daily Knowledge Point gain is over four thousand.

Eight Level 4 Skills, two hundred forty a month, several thousand a year!

Fang Ziye is naturally not satisfied with Level 3 and 4 Skill freedom; if Level 5 Skill relative freedom can be achieved, that's truly reaching the Life Peak.

Fang Ziye isn't one to fish for fame, but with Knowledge Point income and objective things supporting him to "fish for fame" developing new treatment plans, solving new disease types — the benefits and returns are relatively infinite!

Then, if a dozen or twenty clinical projects can be run clinically, pushed and spread, daily Knowledge Point gain reaching eight-nine thousand or even ten thousand — Fang Ziye could continuously unlock Level 6 Skills.

Rather than the current tight squeeze.

Third, naturally, money and fame.

Projects bring money, and not a little!

Research rewards for published papers, various level bonuses and honors for innovations, and the added value behind these bonuses and honors — all have a chance to push Fang Ziye to true relative financial freedom.

Fang Ziye isn't greedy either; if he can have tens of millions in savings this life, that's enough.

Fang Ziye currently had a sum of money in hand; it looked like a lot, and compared to ordinary people it was money they couldn't earn in a lifetime, but if he truly wanted to live especially comfortably, it was actually still relatively not enough.

As for even loftier goals, those too had to be accumulated step by step like this.

……

January 9th, Wednesday!

The afternoon before the Group decided to perform the lower limb deformity surgery, Fang Ziye packed his various gear and prepared to head out to the demonstration classroom in the sanatorium.

Unexpectedly, his mobile phone received a call from Old Dean Chen Song.

Fang Ziye was in the courtyard, straddling his electric scooter, asking on one side: "Teacher Chen, hello?"

Chen Song's tone was slightly off, even carrying a trace of impulse: "Fang Ziye, I heard someone say, your research simultaneously opened three directions?"

"What are you trying to do?"

Biting off more than you can chew!

Chen Song's tone was very bad!

In Chen Song's view, research projects should be done step by step, solidly; like Fang Ziye, a hammer here, a sledgehammer there — wasn't this joking with the funds in the sanatorium laboratory?

Fang Ziye indeed had opened multiple pits, but not just three.

In the laboratory alone there were three: "Teacher Chen, these projects are all collaborations between me and others; the one I mainly run myself is only a single basic research project."

The osteosarcoma miRNA was managed by Fang Ziye himself, his student and Gu Yi doing it; the others, such as the major project on minimally invasive treatment of bone tumors, the small project on animal experimental models, were all collaborations with Nie Mingxian and Liao Jia.

Another one, concerning bone defect treatment, the precise digitalized design scheme for individualized prosthesis treatment, was being handled in collaboration with Lan Tianluo and Chen Guangbai's company.

"I'm asking what you want to do?" Chen Song's tone was no longer considered bad.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye also realized the seriousness of the matter, and replied: "Teacher Chen, when I came to the sanatorium, no one ever told me I couldn't collaborate with other teams?"

"No one said a single person cannot participate in multiple projects at the same time!"

"If that's the case, I can cancel participation in the other projects!" Fang Ziye hurriedly replied.

The sanatorium's care and regard for Fang Ziye was not low; they were about to arrange the 'Military Medical Study Team' for him, and they would soon arrive here to learn functional reconstruction surgery together with Fang Ziye.

So Fang Ziye's teaching task was actually not light.

Money could also be earned quite a bit.

"Does your family usually grab projects by the handful?" Chen Song's attitude was not good, even a bit sarcastic.

"Can't you be a bit more steady, do things bit by bit moving forward, don't get arrogant from favor? Haven't we been good enough to you?"

"You're already a Deputy Chief Physician; some things originally shouldn't need us to explain in detail to you. This is a matter of principle."

"Eating from the bowl, eyeing the pot, and both hands still trying to embrace two from someone else's house? How can this kind of thing appear on a professional researcher like you?" Chen Song was truly a bit angry, so his words were also very unpleasant.

Chen Song did not fail to recognize Fang Ziye's capability, and even more trusted Fang Ziye's clinical ability; making Fang Ziye Group Leader, even agreeing to merge groups, letting two professors serve as deputy group leaders supporting Fang Ziye.

What a personal Master can do, is just this much.

Fang Ziye took a deep breath, without any superfluous explanation: "Alright, Dean Chen, I understand."

"It was me who went a bit too far; I'll go handle these matters right now."

"Handle? How do you plan to handle them? I must ask one more question." Chen Song asked.

"The newly arrived Professor Liao Jia and Director Nie Mingxian in the laboratory, their projects are also collaborations with us; I'll have them move out of the laboratory!"

"As for my student, he can only follow me."

"The other project concerning the bone defect individualized prosthesis design model is currently a remote collaboration relationship, so it hasn't occupied the laboratory's resources..." Fang Ziye said.

When beaten, stand at attention.

This matter, Fang Ziye had never requested instructions from Chen Song about; he assumed the sanatorium laboratory supported doing research, especially supported basic research.

So, it was Fang Ziye who unilaterally jumped to conclusions first.

"You still have more?" Chen Song's tone hardened, then he took a deep breath.

"Forget it; I called just to give you a heads-up, not to make you immediately process these people out; you're a Deputy Chief Physician now too."

"Permissions and title aren't like before; I also can't not give you face, letting you lose face in front of the team's other people."

"Don't let it happen again."

"You monopolizing resources like this will cause the laboratory's fund distribution to become unbalanced; if everyone drags their whole family in like you, occupying pit positions before accomplishing anything, how am I supposed to manage this big team?"

"The teams in the laboratory are many times more than the clinical group's teams!" Chen Song's tone ultimately softened slightly.

Then he asked again: "Fang Ziye, talk about the progress of these several projects of yours now; I'll take a look at how to approve funds for you."

"If these application forms weren't laid before me, I still wouldn't have discovered — so your appetite really isn't small!"

Fang Ziye then honestly stated his plans and layout, as well as the preliminary research results, simply in one go.

Finally summarized: "Dean Chen, regarding the bone defect individualized defect model, because there are no actual experimental consumables, the funding given doesn't need to be much."

"On the osteosarcoma miRNA project, it's our team's central project; I myself also have some funds I can bring over to use."

"Concerning the construction of animal experimental models for osteosarcoma and synovial sarcoma, and the establishment of evaluation systems, it temporarily still needs the sanatorium's fund support; later we can also apply for funds."

"As for the subsequent interventional treatment of osteosarcoma and orthopedic tumor projects, that's a later story!"

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, Chen Song's side fell silent for a long while; sounds of whispered discussion came back, should be Chen Song discussing something with others.

Roughly after a minute, Chen Song himself first sucked in a cold breath: "You mean to say, the several projects Fang Ziye participates in have all already started on the road?"

Chen Song's voice raised several degrees.

"Yes, Dean Chen, stopping them now would all be too much of a pity."

"Although I find it incredible, but based on currently grasped data, they're all at the stage where only funds are needed to verify results!"

"The preliminary research preparations for these several projects are all very sufficient; they should be well-prepared."

"Although? Such energy and thinking are hard to fathom, but research is a place that produces miracles!"

Fang Ziye hadn't waited for Chen Song's answer before he already got the answer.

Of course, Fang Ziye also didn't know how to respond.

Chen Song and the others investigated him, but ended up getting themselves "entangled" in the process.

Now, even if they don't give the money, it wouldn't be appropriate to try to call a halt.

After all, Fang Ziye has had successful R&D proposals for several clinical projects.

Mangled extremity limb salvage surgery, functional reconstruction surgery, and the improved microcirculation instrument technique — especially the improved microcirculation instrument technique — are now being applied in more and more clinical settings!

Chen Song thought for a while before asking, "Fang Ziye, these things... did you prepare them long in advance?"

"We prepared for a period in the early stage, and right now the team has enough manpower, so we thought we'd just launch them all!"

"Really sorry about that, Dean Chen. Maybe I'm not fully transparent about the rules in the sanatorium laboratory yet."

Fang Ziye explained.

The sanatorium is a bit well-off, but not infinitely so. Not all the money is prepared for you, Fang Ziye, alone.

Fang Ziye had entered the laboratory before, but back then he was purely a tool person — just doing experiments here, nothing else. In other aspects, he had no qualifications to understand.

After Fang Ziye finished explaining, the phone on Chen Song's end still hadn't been hung up.

Another person spoke up with a complex tone: "Dean Chen, Liao Jia uploaded another result report, and Nie Mingxian also sent up a research proposal."

"Want to open and take a look?"

Hearing this, Chen Song chose to place the phone in front of himself without hanging up: "Then let's open and take a look first."

"Can't quite understand it, Dean Chen." After opening it, half a minute passed before someone replied in a low voice.

Research — each field has its specialty!

After seeing Liao Jia's result report, without a concrete research proposal, you might not necessarily understand what the other party is doing.

"Fang Ziye, come over. Laboratory, 3rd floor, Planning Scheme Management Office..." Chen Song said directly into the phone, only this time his tone had obviously softened considerably.

Because he had a feeling that if nothing unexpected happened, this impulsive decision to call and diss Fang Ziye might just produce a tiny bit of an accident.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye could only hurry to call Gong Jiahe and the others to start discussing tomorrow's surgical plan on their own first.

Then he quickly rode his electric scooter to the laboratory parking area, grabbed his cap and mask, and rushed up to the 3rd floor of the laboratory.

The 3rd floor is the laboratory's administrative area and logistics area. Basically all supplies and administrative office work for the entire laboratory are conducted on this floor.

Including financial applications and approvals.

Fang Ziye knocked on the door. He only recognized Chen Song: "Dean Chen!"

"Explain your project progress in detail, as well as the significance represented by these current results, and the next steps of planning."

"The stuff you're doing is slightly a bit abstruse." Chen Song said.

Fang Ziye thought to himself, well of course it's a bit abstruse?

A person possessing Level 6 Trauma Surgery Basic Theory, with multiple specialties and sub-specialties at Level 5 Theory integrated into one — if the experimental design proposed by such a person could be so easily understood.

Then these theories wouldn't be worth anything.

Experimental proposals vary in quality. If it's purely basic cell research pathways, because the country has placed great emphasis on this in recent years, there are quite a few people who can understand it.

But regarding the construction of normal data models for human body structure, that still belongs to a brand new database. Currently foreign countries are slowly building it too, and it hasn't been systematized yet!

Therefore, every step is feeling one's way across the river by touching the stones.

If Fang Ziye's team can really achieve something in this area, then in terms of research accumulation, they would truly be walking at the forefront of the world.

It doesn't mean Fang Ziye is already world top-tier, or that the team has made huge contributions. It just means Fang Ziye's team already possesses the capability and quality of a world top-tier research team.

While completing the catch-up, they might even overtake.

This is a request for money, so Fang Ziye could only explain in detail with relative patience. For the especially specialized parts, he skipped over them.

After finishing the explanation, he said: "Dean Chen, various teachers!"

"Understanding tumor blood supply habits and vascular growth patterns to treat tumors through interventional surgery — this is no longer the most advanced idea or theoretical thinking."

"However, up to now, no one has succeeded in this area."

"Current interventional surgery has only been successfully applied in femoral head necrosis. In other treatment aspects, it's still an absolute blank period."

"This is a brand new direction. A new direction inevitably represents new medical device and drug-related markets."

"It also brings gospel to patients."

"However, to advance in these directions, we need to overcome many difficulties. These are all detailed in the research proposal."

"Of course, some sub-plans in these directions all require exploring while crossing the river. They might not work, or they might."

"These will be left for verification." Fang Ziye replied.

This is the standard "Outstanding Youth Fund" and "Distinguished Youth" major project thesis defense template!

Why would Fang Ziye know this?

Yuan Weihong had performed it in front of him before.

If you want to attend a defense, you must first know how to write a bid proposal — that is, set the hook.

The more detailed the proposal, the better. The more breakthrough potential, the better!

Of course, the main theme, summed up, is still just one.

I have the capability. I have the early preparation.

Pay up!

Chen Song looked at the people sitting around the table. These people had obviously been confused by Fang Ziye's talk, or rather persuaded.

Not a single person dared to point fingers anymore.

They're all top experts in basic research, but these big shots all share one understanding: for matters outside your own professional scope, keep your mouth shut!

Lest you try to lecture on reason, lose in a theory contest, and humiliate yourself.

A layman guiding an expert — isn't that a joke?

Half an hour later.

When Fang Ziye stepped out of the Laboratory door, he recalled Chen Song's words: "I'll add another twenty million to your funding. Handle it properly. If you can handle it, handle more."

"I can see you're a talent and give you face, but those several people will absolutely not give you face. The fact that you can leave them speechless means you've definitely hit their pain point or blind spot."

"That is extremely difficult!"

"multipletimeshappiness (Multiple Happiness)?" Fang Ziye raised his head and looked at the sky, laughing like this.

Twenty million in research project funding?

(Chapter End)