Chapter 63: Making Money Is Forever the Hard Truth (Asking for Favorites, Asking for Follows)

When a patient in the ward has an incident, the Chief Resident bears primary responsibility; when an Emergency consultation has an incident, the Chief Resident bears primary responsibility; when there's a problem with the medical record, the Chief Resident bears primary responsibility. The Chief Resident is also called a Big Fool, or a Leper's Spawn — anyway, as long as there's any messy business in the department, responsibility can be pinned on him.

When the Superior isn't around, whether it's a Doctor, a Master's Student, or a regular Standardized Residency Trainee, they all fall under Chief Resident Jin Hongzhou's management — including the duty roster arrangement, which is also Jin Hongzhou's responsibility. His authority is actually not small.

The Bed 9 that Jin Hongzhou mentioned belongs to Professor Dong Yaohui's Group. Professor Dong Yaohui is Jin Hongzhou's Master, so when Jin Hongzhou scolds his own Group's Subordinates, he doesn't give any face at all.

But after Jin Hongzhou exploded, the Attending Physician Shou Jun'ai immediately prostrated at the computer, carefully examined the medical record, then scratched the back of his head for a while, turned his head and asked in a low voice: "Zhou Ge, where's the problem?"

After seeing Shou Jun'ai move, Jin Hongzhou didn't continue his outburst. Then, looking more carefully, he discovered it was his own blurry vision — he had mistaken the correctly written Lesser Trochanter of the Femur for the Lesser Tubercle of the Humerus.

"Sorry about that, I was too nervous, thought you'd mixed up hand and foot." Jin Hongzhou apologized, both eyes full of bloodshot veins.

"Zhou Ge, that shouldn't happen. I always have the Doctor Senior Brothers help me double-check. Zhou Ge, why don't you go rest for a bit..." Shou Jun'ai's gaze at Jin Hongzhou held no grievance, only heartache.

Because only their Group's people know just how hard Jin Hongzhou's daily life is.

Just as Jin Hongzhou was about to reply, the Chief Resident's duty phone happened to ring again. Jin Hongzhou, who had just stood up, immediately sat back down, hands half-clenched into fists, rubbing his eyelids.

About five seconds later, as if everything had vanished into thin air, he pressed answer with one hand while patting Shou Jun'ai's shoulder with the other: "Hello, Trauma Surgery."

"Okay, Respiratory Medicine, fell in the toilet, right? Good, don't panic for now. You call and arrange a Bedside X-ray, calm the Patient and Family Member's emotions, just say the Orthopedic Doctor is coming right over to handle it."

"Mm, yes, immediately contact your department's Chief Resident and Superior, and the Head Nurse, ask for the Detailed course of injury..." Jin Hongzhou's voice faded into the distance.

After Jin Hongzhou left, Lan Tianluo hurriedly shifted half his buttocks toward Fang Ziye's side, and said in a low hurried voice: "Senior Brother, help me check the medical record."

Chief Resident Jin Hongzhou is constantly on the verge of going berserk; Lan Tianluo doesn't dare be the least bit careless.

"No problem. As long as you write your medical record according to procedure every day, verify the location and Surgical Procedure, reflect the reasons for the Superior's Medical Orders during each Ward Round, and write according to this standard, there absolutely cannot be any problem."

"Problems only arise from Low-Level Errors." Fang Ziye reassured Lan Tianluo slightly.

Actually, Jin Hongzhou's temper is considered pretty good. Before, when Fang Ziye first entered the department, it was Qin Geluo as Chief Resident. Qin Geluo's irritability back then was far more easily triggered than Jin Hongzhou's.

Jie Han turned his head at this moment and lowered his voice: "Senior Brother, you're really not going to this year's Orthopedics Annual Conference? Registration starts now. Master's meaning is, if you go, you can room with me."

"Can save a bit on accommodation costs."

Fang Ziye shook his head, smiling: "I'm not going. I'll Guard the Department. I went the previous two times; you go with Master."

Jie Han nodded smugly: "I have to go see. This year it's in Xia City, Fujian Province..."

Looking at Jie Han's expression, Fang Ziye couldn't help but recall his own younger self — fresh out of Undergraduate into the Master's Graduate Student stage, filled with yearning for such High Quality, High Level academic conferences.

After all, it's the Nationwide Orthopedics Annual Conference. Only, Fang Ziye knew that once Jie Han goes out this time, he'll see that even Professor Deng Yong is unremarkable, and Zhongnan Hospital's Orthopedics is just that level of scenery.

At that time, Jie Han might have a bit of Suspect Life. But this is the inevitable path for every Orthopedic Doctor.

While Fang Ziye and Jie Han conversed, Lan Tianluo's gaze stared fixedly at the computer, unblinking.

Fang Ziye thought for a moment, then asked: "Tian Luo, do you want to go? If you want to go, you can discuss it with Teacher Yuan Weihong."

Lan Tianluo shook his head decisively, expression serious: "Hey, what does an academic conference like that have to do with Standardized Residency Trainees like us? Better to honestly stay home and Guard the Patients, and get into the Training Room — that's practical."

Lan's words are practical. Academic conferences have not a penny's relation to ordinary Resident Physicians. If they go, they won't grasp any especially key points; instead they'll feel the discussed content is too high-end, not down-to-earth, and just glance through it superficially.

November slowly arrived.

Early in the month, Fang Ziye faced a major matter: registration for the Doctoral Assessment at Han City University Affiliated Zhongnan Hospital. Although Fang Ziye had already secured a stable Doctoral Admission Quota, the registration process still had to be gone through.

Otherwise, if you don't even register, how can the School admit you?

On November 2nd, Fang Ziye went through the tedious registration process, filling in the titles of papers published during his Master's and the corresponding journals, the Thesis Proposal for his impending Master's Graduation Thesis, and the Graduation Thesis title.

Fang Ziye is a graduating Master's Graduate Student, currently without a Diploma or Degree Certificate, so he needed to submit these. If he had the corresponding certificates, he could skip the Thesis Proposal and only provide the Graduation Thesis title and original manuscript.

Naturally, an Expert Recommendation Form was also needed. Getting these things was relatively simple for Fang Ziye.

When getting Professor Han Yuanxiao and Professor Dong Yaohui in the department to sign, both Professors looked at Fang Ziye with beaming smiles, then wrote their names.

Thus, Fang Ziye's registration process was complete.

Reaching this step, Fang Ziye finally felt completely at ease.

On the way to the Training Room, Fang Ziye happened to run into Jie Han walking toward the Training Room together with Lan Tianluo as a team. The two were standing there, watching a blogger's "Scream" on Douyin!

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"I believe his f*cking dogsh*t love. Right now I just want to Make Money, Make Money, and still Make Money."

"Ten years as a Simp, all for nothing. One night at a Bar, she calls him Hubby."

"As long as the lights flash fast enough, there's no f*cking sadness, it's all love. Little Brother, you've gone Qi Deviation, you know that..."

This chicken soup is a bit strong — so much so that when Fang Ziye approached, neither of them noticed.

Fang Ziye swung both palms left and right, patting each of their left and right shoulders respectively. The two heads leaning together bumped into each other, then cutely knocked once more.

Seeing Fang Ziye: "Senior Brother Fang, Senior Brother Fang."

Jie Han then said: "Senior Brother Fang, didn't Senior Brother Fan say he wanted to invite you to the Laboratory to do experiments?"

Fang Ziye straightened up at this moment, beginning to display his Senior Brother charm: "That bit of Small Fry in the Laboratory, what meaning does it have? Isn't it done in two or three moves?"

But Fang Ziye's posturing words weren't finished when a girl carrying a Snack Pack slung diagonally walked by on the opposite side. She turned her head to look at the posturing Fang Ziye, expression particularly conflicted. When Fang Ziye stopped speaking and looked at her, she smiled gently and said: "Senior Brother Fang..."

It was precisely Luo Tingzhu.

Fang Ziye smiled back and asked: "Junior Sister Luo, heard your Suturing Technique has improved greatly again. Congratulations?"

To dispel the awkwardness.

Luo Tingzhu also playfully teased back: "Compared to a Great God like Senior Brother Fang, who regards everything in the Laboratory as Small Fry, there's definitely no comparison."

(Chapter End)