Chapter 62: Capital and Students (Asking for Favorites, Asking for Follows)

Yuan Weihong looked at Fang Ziye: "Ziye, the road of life is long, and the combinations of life are not limited to just work; appropriate human relations will make your road smoother."

"To do a thing, from start to finish, different methods may produce different variables. So, you can't look at things only on the surface; you have to look at the core."

"Many things you don't understand actually have a relatively equivalent exchange as their underlying logic."

At this moment, Fang Ziye felt his teacher had completely become a different person — less of the usual seriousness and maturity, yet with another flavor, or perhaps this is just the teacher.

Words and deeds; Fang Ziye nodded.

"Master, I still have something to tell you, not sure if it's against the rules." Fang Ziye accepted Yuan Weihong's assistance internally, his gratitude collected and hidden, walking side by side with Yuan Weihong.

"You speak." Yuan Weihong looked left and right, his mood seemingly smug.

Quite a mood of others laugh at me too crazy, I laugh at others cannot see through.

Fang Ziye told Yuan Weihong the whole story of Luo Tingzhu wanting to do other departments' experiments in the laboratory: "I just don't know if this would be against the rules."

How could Fang Ziye's little tricks and methods be Yuan Weihong's rival.

He immediately poked through: "Are you asking if it's against the rules, or helping to complain? Why do I feel the latter accounts for a larger proportion?"

His thoughts directly seen through, Fang Ziye wasn't restrained or particularly embarrassed: "Master, it's both. Currently in Teacher Deng's group, it seems only Luo Tingzhu is alone, with nothing to do."

Others, whether Master's Students or Doctors, Teacher Deng basically has his own arrangements for all of them; only Luo Tingzhu alone needs to fight single-handedly.

"Then what else?"

"Before, Teacher Deng already explained this situation to Tingzhu. Internal Medicine side, the quantity of basic experiment projects, the thickness of funding, are all better than our Orthopedics, but she wasn't willing to go. She made her own choice, so she has to bite the bullet and walk it through."

"Teacher Deng Yong's current group internal resources are also relatively limited. Tingzhu belongs to an extra quota, not within Teacher Deng Yong's pre-considered range. This is also a no-way thing; for now, just make do like this."

"Tingzhu is just entrusting/depending on the laboratory platform; whichever department's experiment she does doesn't matter, as long as it doesn't consume especially large amounts of group internal funds to do experiments for outsiders, there's no problem." Yuan Weihong replied with a smile.

This at once saw through many things for Fang Ziye.

"Master, then our group?" Fang Ziye hesitated a moment, asked this question.

Yuan Weihong then paused his steps, simply turned his head to face Fang Ziye: "Let me ask you this: do you want me to take one more Doctor, or one more student?"

"Take one more Doctor, guarantee his or whoever's graduation, Teacher Deng and I can both easily do it. But you say you want a formal student — then you think too highly of your Master; your Master can't do that either."

"Ziye, the projects Master applied for are our three-person group's entire family background. One is to prepare for my later applications for surface-level, Qing Qian, etc.; it's also the stepping stone for your future Doctoral graduation resume, and also a resource reserve for Jie Han's future graduation and Doctoral study."

"To put it in unpleasant words, current Doctoral graduation competes not purely on personal ability, but on the thickness of resource accumulation on one's body and the utilization rate of resources."

"The more thickness of resource accumulation, the higher the resource utilization rate, then correspondingly, the achievements visible on him will be relatively more, and he will be more competitive. Whether clinical operations or experimental funding in the laboratory, both are limited."

When Yuan Weihong spoke here, he also swore: "Damn it, we're all big men, watching a wild/unofficial little girl drill into the department and laboratory — you tell me who wouldn't feel heartache."

"But what can be done?"

"You say, Teacher Deng abandons which of your Senior Brothers, then smashes all resources onto Luo Tingzhu? Can you pick one?"

"Wang Yuanqi? Gu Yi? Dong Wenqiang? Xue Cao or the newly arrived Yan Zhiming?"

"Or say, I won't care about you anymore from now on, just focus on cultivating Tingzhu, you go wild/unofficial outside on your own — do you agree?"

Fang Ziye maintained silence; such words, how could he dare agree; instead he felt a bit nervous.

Only then did Yuan Weihong resume his eight-character gait, hands behind his back walking forward, at ease: "You agree I also don't agree. This Doctoral quota of yours was originally extra."

"Teacher Deng also doesn't have too many resources to tilt toward you, so no way — only Master me letting you gnaw off the old."

Fang Ziye hurriedly caught up; once again walking side by side with Yuan Weihong, Yuan Weihong then said: "You, you can also widen your perspective a bit. Although currently, you and Senior Brother Li, Luo Tingzhu, are all Senior Brother/Sister relationships."

"But three years later at graduation time, our Zhongnan Hospital Trauma Surgery, at most — I say at most! — only has one hospital retention quota."

"You think about it." Yuan Weihong finished, patted Fang Ziye's shoulder, gently pushed Fang Ziye toward the opposite direction, and said no more.

Fang Ziye watched Yuan Weihong's retreating figure, in melancholy, seemingly feeling he had grown a bit!

Out mixing in the world, without a bit of capital, don't take on everything; otherwise you'll fall head broken blood flowing. Especially when you yourself don't even have capital, don't think about being saint and sage.

Retreat to reality; Fang Ziye also collected all his thoughts.

……

Returned to the department again, Fang Ziye saw Lan Tianluo and Jie Han still learning from him dawdling over the medical orders for their managed patients; not a single thing he had instructed got done.

But Jie Han seeing Fang Ziye return, still immediately put down the matter at hand, asked: "Senior Brother, is Master okay?"

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Master is happier than we imagined."

"Ah?" Jie Han was stunned.

Lan Tianluo took the chance to interject, whispered driving: "Told you, teachers' happiness, you can't imagine."

Fang Ziye immediately bumped Lan Tianluo with his fist; Lan Tianluo twisted and dodged twice, then each went to their positions to do their own things.

While Fang Ziye was distinguishing clinical medication literature, he used peripheral vision to glance at the office desk corner where a little girl was also holding literature circling experimental processes; his emotions instantly became a bit complex.

In his heart he secretly thought: if I can stagger graduation with her, would the teacher let her off?

But immediately, Fang Ziye dispelled this thought.

Early graduation doesn't necessarily mean early good employment; let's take it step by step.

Right at this time, in the office, a person exploded.

"This Bed 9, whose managed patient is it? You come look — what did you write?" The speaker was Chief Resident Jin Hongzhou; he seemed to have looked at a bed's current medical record and then could no longer hold back.

(Chapter End)