Chapter 647: Data Speaks! ~ (Please Subscribe)

Although his own parents cared about face, Fang Ziye had to cut off that line of theirs — in doing things and speaking, don't have any face complex, otherwise you'll suffer losses.

Liang Xia and Fang Nan exchanged a glance, and Liang Xia said: "Then the wedding should still be held more lively."

"Then if I say, if you insist on being this stubborn, Tingzhu and I will directly take the household register to register our marriage certificate, and then not hold a wedding."

"What would you do then?"

"If I say I want to hold the wedding in Han City, just invite a few tables of people, even if you two disagree there's no way, because this is my marriage!"

"Once I get stubborn, what can you do?"

"Just not let me get married, just let me be a bachelor for a lifetime?"

"I know you definitely wouldn't be willing, so I also won't choose that way, because you're my parents, I have to respect you."

"But everyone's situation is different, for example, in our town, rich people give bride prices of three hundred ninety-eight thousand, does our family have to follow suit too?"

"Some families give dowries of over a million, then do you think when my uncle marries off Xiaoqin he can also afford to give that kind of dowry?"

"But think about it in reverse, Tingzhu hasn't done anything wrong, she herself is firm that she can handle her own parents' side, so we shouldn't pressure her."

"I've studied medicine for so many years, there were many years I didn't come back for New Year's, right? Did you miss me?" Fang Ziye continued asking.

"Of course we missed you?" Liang Xia replied.

Fang Ziye continued: "Right? I also want to come back, I'll think of ways to come back."

"But?"

"Tingzhu is different, she doesn't even have a way to try."

"Her father occasionally comes home once in a while, but her mother, never easy to come back, and her father only comes back to the hometown after Spring Festival."

"She spends it alone with Grandma."

"How do you expect her to cultivate feelings with her own parents? Huh?"

"Suppose, I mean suppose, in the future after I'm married, I also only come back after Spring Festival, stay one or two days, then dump all the kids on you, give you some money..."

"Or I find another one outside..."

"You two wouldn't tie me up and beat me?"

"..."

Fang Ziye still hadn't completely persuaded Fang Nan and Liang Xia, but this matter was temporarily shelved.

After patiently explaining to the two, Fang Ziye went to the second bedroom upstairs, and Luo Tingzhu was indeed sitting worriedly at the head of the bed, looking out the window, looking somewhat disappointed.

After Fang Ziye pushed open the door, Luo Tingzhu smiled and glanced in Fang Ziye's direction, her complexion slightly pale.

Fang Ziye took off his shoes and sat side by side with Luo Tingzhu: "Tingzhu, my parents aren't looking down on you, nor are they picking at your scars, and they won't feel that you and I won't have your parents' support in the future."

"You also know, they're country people, they want to respect you even more, so it still has to be a proper formal marriage, even if they can't learn the ancient three letters and six rites. This parental hurdle, they hope to handle well."

"Because they're my parents, so they don't want to cause me trouble, can you understand?"

"They even more don't want you to marry over in a muddle-headed way. Letting others feel our family doesn't treat you as a person."

Actually, many people when finding a wife, if no bride price is needed, it makes many people happy, being able to pay less money is best.

People like Fang Ziye's parents are instead not many.

Luo Tingzhu nodded: "I know, Senior Brother."

Luo Tingzhu's voice was rather low; if she could, she also hoped to have a happy family, have parents who love her, parents who arrange her marriage affairs, etc...

But her own parents on both sides, each formed their own families, also had their own children, they could never gather together again, peacefully and harmoniously, lively and bustling surrounding together like this.

Even if there are children in the future, she wants to bring her own children to see maternal and paternal grandparents, she wouldn't know where to go...

Luo Tingzhu now instead somewhat fears Fang Ziye's parents' respect.

"Do you feel wronged?" Fang Ziye put his arm around Luo Tingzhu's shoulder.

Luo Tingzhu shrugged her shoulders, nodded.

No one can know, when ten thousand homes' lights shine, parents accompany each other, Luo Tingzhu's feelings.

This isn't even the loneliness and longing of one's own parents being far from home, earning money outside.

Rather, when Luo Tingzhu is lonely, her own parents, in another place, enjoy happiness anew, but all this has nothing to do with her.

Fortunately, Luo Tingzhu lives alone, and didn't follow either side.

Fortunately, Luo Tingzhu's grandma also didn't pass away especially early, at least during her high school period, Luo Tingzhu's holidays still had someone to accompany her.

If her grandma were alive, this matter would be much easier to handle.

"It's okay, past things are all past, although some things can't be gotten over, we can only look forward."

"Your heart knot, I also can't help you untie. Even if Uncle and Aunt divorce and reorganize families now, it still can't be untied, right?" Fang Ziye comforted in a soft voice.

"Although you forgave Uncle and Aunt, it doesn't mean you've walked out of your own past grievances."

"Actually we both know, if you're willing, your dad, your mom, they can come rushing over tonight."

"It's just you haven't made the corresponding preparations yet."

Luo Tingzhu continued nodding, she listened to Fang Ziye's heartbeat, her gaze began to move upward, looking at Fang Ziye's profile, then saw Fang Ziye's plaster cast and gauze.

"Senior Brother, let's not chat about this, does your hand still hurt?" Luo Tingzhu changed the topic.

"Still a little. But it's okay now, when functional exercise starts tomorrow, estimate I'll still have to suffer a bit." Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye also doesn't hope his right hand leaves any sequelae.

But after the injury, estimate all functions won't be able to recover to one hundred percent of pre-injury, at most infinitely close to one hundred percent.

But as long as it reaches above ninety-five percent, it won't have too big an impact on his own technique, Fang Ziye is still Fang Ziye.

"Do Uncle and Aunt insist on seeing my parents?" Luo Tingzhu suddenly brought the topic back, tone calm.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "It's not that they insist on seeing, but my parents ultimately still reminded me!"

"But they can not meet, but I must go see them."

"After all they're your parents, they gave birth to and raised you. Letting me have such a good wife, I want to go pay respects to them."

"You have to take me with you, just go after a while."

Fang Ziye isn't versed in all human relations either; with marriage, there's no such thing as the more you handle it the better.

It's just a single hammer's 'transaction'.

Luo Tingzhu nodded in agreement: "Okay."

Life is a process of constant compromise step by step — compromising with oneself, with others, with the past, with the future — that is growth.

"..."

The next day, Fang Ziye had Lan Tianluo drive his car to send Fang Nan and Liang Xia home.

When Fang Ziye got into the back seat to chat with Fang Nan and Liang Xia, Fang Nan said: "Xiao Ye, you're all grown up now; if you feel things have been thoroughly considered, then go with your own thoughts."

"Mom and Dad are old, thinking a bit rigid, but as parents we still have the obligation to tell you some things we know."

"Even if you don't accept them." Fang Nan and Liang Xia also took a step back.

"Thanks Dad, thanks Mom! ~" Fang Ziye's heart felt a mix of emotions.

Although he also felt Fang Nan and Liang Xia's thinking was a bit old-fashioned, a bit face-saving, even a bit rigid.

But watching the once 'omnipotent' parents gradually approach ordinariness, even having quite a few 'flaws', this feeling, real yet painful.

But this is also growth.

"Tingzhu and I will be back after a while." Fang Ziye said.

Lan Tianluo sat in the driver's seat, not saying a word.

Only after Fang Ziye left did Lan Tianluo say: "Uncle, Aunt, sit tight, I'm starting the car."

"Okay, Doctor Lan."

After the car slowly started, Liang Xia said: "Doctor Lan, I heard you're Luo Tingzhu's younger brother, right?"

"Yes, I'm Sister's biological younger brother." Lan Tianluo said through gritted teeth.

Fang Ziye didn't return directly to the villa area; after seeing his parents off, Professor Li Yongjun waved him over from across the way first thing.

Luo Tingzhu and the others had already returned to the experimental area.

"Ziye, Dean Chen wants you and me to go together to the conference room in the administrative area." Professor Li Yongjun's face was still a bit dark.

"Okay Teacher Li! ~" Fang Ziye's voice was calm, his right hand slowly clenching and opening to exercise finger flexion and extension function...

In the conference room, quite a few people had come; besides Li Yongjun and Fang Ziye, there were group leaders and deputy group leaders from Internal Medicine, Traditional Chinese Medicine, Laboratory Department, and various other departments.

Deputy Director Peng Xuelin of the Medical Affairs Department held a report, and once everyone was present, he said in a rather loud voice: "Dean Chen, I'll read the data."

"Good." Chen Song nodded.

"This time, our sanatorium received a total of 233 patients for observation, 197 mild cases, 240 severe and critical cases. A total of 640 patients received."

"The vast majority of patients achieved extremely good outcomes."

"Overall mortality rate entering our sanatorium was under eight percent. Severe and critical emergency patient mortality rate did not exceed twenty-five percent..."

"During this rescue process, our sanatorium accepted eighty-five percent of severe and critical patients; the remaining fifteen percent, only one person is currently in Min Da Hospital's ICU."

"This time, the doctor with the highest consultation rate in our sanatorium was Deputy Chief Physician Zhou Vassal of Surgery; the doctor with the highest severe and critical emergency consultation rate was Professor Fang Ziye of Surgery..."

"The highest rescue rate was Professor Xie Dongfang responsible for the observation area..."

Peng Xuelin described every data point very objectively; Fang Ziye didn't come out on top in every single one.

For instance the highest rescue rate was the doorway observation area, because they were all superficial injuries; aside from a very few possibly overlooked and dying, basically all achieved good outcomes.

Patients who could be sent away, what could happen to them...

"The doctor with the highest severe and critical emergency rescue rate was Doctor Fang Ziye, participated in fifty-one rescues total, mortality rate four percent."

Hearing this data, everyone gasped.

Most people know, four percent of fifty-one is 2, and one of those was an aortic dissection rupture.

Data speaks too, data doesn't lie! ~

Fang Ziye's eyes were calm, without any expression fluctuation.

Things that have already happened, no matter how well or poorly done, dwelling on them further has no meaning.

"During this emergency rescue process, our sanatorium had five medical staff injured: three from Group One, one each from Groups Two and Three."

"The three from Group One were injured at the accident scene: one with right upper arm abrasion, one with right lower leg crush injury causing fibula fracture, one with palm laceration."

"Group Two's injured was a nurse, crushed right foot while pushing a gurney, resulting in toe fracture."

"Group Three's injured was Professor Fang Ziye, scratched by rolling stones at the scene, right hand tendon damage."

"During this emergency rescue process, our sanatorium had ten people total experience hypoglycemia, one collapse from overwork! After rescue and treatment, all are now safe and sound."

"Dean Chen, all data from our hospital's emergency rescue process has been fully reported."

Chen Song heard this, nodded: "Song Libo, you report the statistical data, arrange work injury leave properly."

"And compile the data for upward reporting, provide appropriate nutritional subsidies."

Song Libo immediately produced a report: "Dean Chen, five injured this time, two nurses, three doctors, all have completed relevant leave procedures."

"Nursing Department's two have already found replacement posts."

"Toe fracture and fibula fracture were treated with Kirschner wire internal fixation by Deputy Chief Physician Nie Mingxian and Deputy Chief Physician Wu Xuanqi."

"Internal Medicine's one injured was Professor Qian Cheng of Respiratory Medicine, palm laceration; he said he can continue working. Treated with suturing by Professor Du Donglin of Hand Surgery and Deputy Chief Physician Wu Xuanqi."

"Surgery's two injured: Deputy Professor Jiang Daobin of Neurosurgery right upper arm laceration already debrided and sutured, operated by our Professor Du Donglin personally."

"Trauma Surgery Deputy Professor Fang Ziye for right hand tendon damage, treated with tendon suturing by Deputy Chief Physician Wu Xuanqi."

"Our hospital's surgery currently has a total of..." Song Libo continued detailed corresponding reporting...

Song Libo shifted tone: "Dean Chen, during this rescue process, two pharmaceutical companies jacked up prices during equipment allocation!"

"I've already had the relevant information and recordings compiled into materials and reported out; one copy to Han City Military Region, one reported to Enshi's Market Supervision Bureau."

Hearing this, everyone's gazes immediately flashed.

"Which two companies?" Chen Song's voice instantly turned cold.

"Dean Chen, which two companies they are isn't important." Song Libo reminded very steadily.

Chen Song nodded: "Wang Qishan, in this emergency rescue, you led the team very well, and did not arbitrarily intervene just to pursue the usefulness of Traditional Chinese Medicine in emergency rescue, but also timely led the team to make corresponding suggestions and diagnoses for most of our hospital's patients."

"I have always emphasized that our Traditional Chinese Medicine Group, like the Internal Medicine and Surgical Groups, are all components of the Yangyuan; our Traditional Chinese Medicine Group is useful, but medical skill is not only useful in Traditional Chinese Medicine, Traditional Chinese Medicine is for utility."

"Traditional Chinese Medicine is not for fame."

"Any medical skill that can cure illness well is good medical skill."

Wang Qishan is the Deputy Group Leader of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Group; hearing this, his expression was calm, and he swept his gaze over everyone one by one: "Thank you, Dean Chen, for your encouragement; this is our duty."

"True Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners would not, in order to save patients, in order to highlight their own superiority, their own sense of existence, belittle other medical sciences; Professor Yang of Internal Medicine, Professor Fang of Surgery, during the hospital's diagnosis and treatment process, also sought our opinions!"

Currently, the Yangyuan's Dean is Chen Song, Chen Song is the Group Leader of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Group, so Wang Qishan also does not wish to see too great a gap between different groups, creating divergences in order to snatch credit.

Chen Song continued looking at Professor Yang Fenggen of Internal Medicine: "This time, Professor Yang of Internal Medicine also deserves commendation; when our Yangyuan's Anesthesia Group lacked manpower, you stepped forward without hesitation and took charge of the patients' vital monitoring."

"You made an extremely great contribution to the perioperative safeguarding of trauma patients."

"During trauma surgery, seven parts monitoring, three parts surgery. Our Yangyuan, in this participation in ultra-critical rescue, could achieve this data; you deserve the greatest credit! ~"

Yang Fenggen heard this and hurriedly said: "Dean Chen overpraises; the saying 'seven parts monitoring, three parts surgery' is not false, but without the three parts, the other seven parts are all false."

"This point can be seen from the data counted by Group Two."

"The various professors of Surgery, in the rescue of trauma, exerted their utmost effort..."

Yang Fenggen did not set himself up as a benchmark.

Internal Medicine or ordinary Emergency is fine, but for this kind of large-scale trauma emergency, the one playing a major or even crucial role is still Surgery.

Undeniable.

Chen Song then turned his head to look at Li Yongjun: "Surgery Professor Li Yongjun."

"Since you transferred Professor Fang Ziye of our Yangyuan's Emergency Surgery Group out of the Yangyuan, the survival rate of critical patients inside the hospital has dropped to eighteen percent."

"With what do you bear this responsibility?"

Chen Song finished speaking, and urgently knocked on the table: "Now, at the doorway, the Transfer Point, people from the En City Health Commission and the Military Medical Administration are there communicating with and explaining to the family members of the deceased patients; do you want to go participate on-site?"

Li Yongjun heard this and immediately lowered his head.

This question, he had no way to answer!

Because there is no correct answer; even if he said the quantity of patients Fang Ziye rescued on-site was not less than the number rescued staying in the Yangyuan, it would have no meaning.

Because even if Fang Ziye didn't go, some patients might not have had absolute life danger, just the on-site handling wasn't that good, some patients still had to be transferred to the Yangyuan, and still had hope of survival.

But, after Fang Ziye left the Yangyuan, there were indeed some patients who could have been rescued, who are now gone forever.

"Dean Chen, I have no way to bear responsibility."

"Regardless of how Dean Chen handles it, I will calmly accept the handling result." Li Yongjun said in a deep voice.

Chen Song looked at everyone: "In this rescue process, Surgery's merits and faults offset. There is no commendation, and I will not report merit for anyone."

"Surgery Group Leader Li Yongjun, on-site emergency command has merit!"

"But overall rescue command was a mess, fundamentally unable to find the focus and positioning; merits and faults offset."

"You are a team; since you are the Surgery Group Leader, you are the team's Person in Charge; your every word and deed, every choice, is actually practicing life and death."

"Your mistakes will not only affect yourself, but also affect the team you are in; this is where your duty lies."

"One prospers, all prosper; one suffers, all suffer."

"Today's meeting ends here."

"Each Group Leader go back and assign your internal affairs." Chen Song waved his hand, and did not continue to pursue accountability against Li Yongjun.

Because Li Yongjun indeed did very well on-site, this point he cannot deny!

But, on-site command belongs to on-site command; rescue absolutely does not only have on-site.

Saving people out, and saving people alive, curing people well, are concepts of different dimensions.

As everyone exited the Conference Room, they all looked at each other looking at Li Yongjun and the Surgery people, then looked at Chen Song, silently.

Rather, Li Yongjun and the others said nothing, quietly packed their Notebooks, and exited the Conference Room.

Out of the Conference Room, Li Yongjun then turned and asked: "Professor Lin, our Surgery Group's Operating Rooms, have stopped now, right?"

"Yes, on-site rescue has ended, no more patients being transferred over, estimate it's subsequent no more..." Lin Qiaoshan swallowed the two words 'living people'.

"Mm, later instruct each Small Group to meticulously do well their own Group's related Elective Surgery work."

"Each team, carefully assess the condition of in-hospital patients; once Vital Signs are Stable, successively transfer in-hospital patients out."

"Successively restore our Yangyuan's duties." Li Yongjun said.

Lin Qiaoshan immediately asked further: "Professor Li, then what about those people injured in this on-site rescue?"

"I mean, the Functional Department's firefighters and Police."

Li Yongjun didn't hesitate at all: "Continue observation, Rehabilitation, timely successively arrange Discharge! ~"

Lin Qiaoshan's brows tightly locked: "I'm afraid this way, it might cause dissatisfaction from some other patients."

Keeping the Functional Department people, transferring everyone else out, isn't that differential treatment?

"Dissatisfied then dissatisfied; when the accident occurred, they were also the first to rush to the scene; they deserve to be treated well." Li Yongjun came from Capital Hospital, and is very certain on this aspect.

Lin Qiaoshan immediately said: "Professor Li, it's not just this situation either; there are also some on-site bystanders who, at the first time after the incident, rushed to participate in rescuing the injured; what about this part of people?"

"They even more don't eat this bowl of rice; it's based on this point that I raised this doubt to you, Professor Li."

Lin Qiaoshan considered quite thoughtfully.

Yes, Police and firefighters deserve to be treated well, but from another level, these two professions just eat this bowl of rice; they must go.

They underwent special training!

However, there are also some bystanders, purely sincere heart; they are not professional, no training, got injured participating in rescue; if a one-size-fits-all approach, it's inevitably somewhat inhumane.

"I personally feel that although Dean Chen didn't mention this matter, Dean Chen's heart must certainly have considerations."

"If it were normal times, our sanatorium need not concern itself with this kind of matter, but this is after all a special situation."

"After the fire occurred, what needs conclusion is not merely extinguishing the fire and the scene, not merely these few days of emergency rescue, but also all manner of follow-up." Lin Qiaoshan's stubble moved up and down, sharp like steel needles.

Li Yongjun's gaze flashed.

"Then this matter will be discussed later. We'll first arrange the follow-up surgery and treatment."

(Chapter End)