Chapter 650: Showing Off Skills! (Please Subscribe)

"Ziye, sitting here alone in a daze?" Li Yuanpei walked in carrying a cup of coffee, and there wasn't Fang Ziye's share.

Coffee was for staying alert; what Fang Ziye needed now was more rest.

"Yuanpei, you've had lunch already, right?"

"You've all been working hard these recent days too; take some free time to rest as well. After all, I've already cleared things with Wu Xuanqi and Professor Duan Hong on that end, so you don't need to be anxious." Fang Ziye said.

Li Yuanpei and the others were real-deal Professional Doctorate students; at the first time the incident occurred, they were mobilized to the sanatorium's doorway to conduct screening work, and they would be very tired too.

"We're fine; we slept comfortably for a whole day and a whole night; today we just came over to pack up the unfinished mess left in the laboratory before."

Li Yuanpei found a stool and sat down, leaning his back against the chair: "I've been increasingly feeling that human nature is inherently base."

"You take the past; our fellow disciples' research project funds were never enough to divide, you competed and I snatched, heads full of packages, it would feel extremely pressing."

"Afraid we wouldn't do well enough, and then there'd be no funds for experiments to graduate. Also afraid we couldn't produce results under limited funds."

"Later when we arrived in Enshi, whether it was the breadth of research projects or the richness of funds, both were incomparable to the past, yet we missed those days of dogs snatching food."

"Recently, I've actually somewhat wanted to return to clinical work; I feel staying in the laboratory for long is meaningless."

Fang Ziye smiled calmly and replied: "Yuanpei, doing basic experiments is boring to the extreme; summing it up overall, it's just repeating repeating repeating every day, even more prosperous and tedious than our work as Resident Physicians."

"Ordinary people find it very hard to endure."

"If I didn't misread in the group chat, you still have some other senior brothers who've nearly finished the major point experiments of this experimental pathway, right?"

Li Yuanpei and the others had been in Enshi for four months already.

They came to Enshi in early March; now it's nearly July; counting fully it's been four full months.

Li Yuanpei, Jie Han, Dong Wenqiang, Xue Cao, Xiong Jinhuan, Liu Haojiang, Provincial People's Hospital Shen Tao's Doctor Tang Cheng, Master's Student Lin Luo.

Even not counting Jie Han's work contribution from the previous two months, it's still seven people cooperating for four months, calculating to twenty-eight months.

Even at a workload of one per two weeks, by now they've accumulated over fifty workloads.

"Still early from finishing all of it, but the comparatively important nodes have all been perfected."

"When we came over before we estimated there were over eight thousand workloads; finishing all of them would truly take until the Year of the Monkey and Month of the Horse!" Li Yuanpei shook his head slightly.

Just going by the team's current progress, even if they continue deep cultivation together for seven months, continuing at one workload per two weeks, one person a year is just over a hundred, seven people a year only produces seven hundred plus!

Over eight thousand workloads, estimated to truly take over a decade.

Can support them until all seven advance from Attending to Chief Physician.

Research depth enough, research breadth enough, contributions enough.

"Wu Xuanqi provoked you; he truly stepped in eight lifetimes of bloody bad luck." Li Yuanpei chuckled.

"Oh, right, Ziye, we plan to submit a Cancer Discovery paper together, IF around 28."

Wu Xuanqi at that time had a "sudden whim" to try to drag Fang Ziye into a quagmire by picking fault with Yuan Weihong; as a result Fang Ziye backhandedly piled up a super explosive basic research project loop of over eight thousand workloads.

This wasn't a formal targeted measure; immediately following, Fang Ziye backhandedly knocked down all the papers Wu Xuanqi had just published.

The things Wu Xuanqi wanted Fang Ziye to do, he himself did clearly and plainly, and moreover was 'humiliated' by Fang Ziye in front of their entire research group.

You want to learn?

I'll teach you...

This move truly broke Wu Xuanqi's wings.

Even if Wu Xuanqi can surpass Fang Ziye through means to seize the Hubei Province Discipline Leader position, his own fellow disciples probably won't be convinced anymore.

"Nonsense! Workloads have distinctions too."

"The workloads you've accumulated currently, I estimate can be published." Fang Ziye didn't respond to Li Yuanpei's question about Wu Xuanqi.

Back then, he alone in four months also produced over fifty workloads; the published Impact Factor was around twenty points.

And back then Fang Ziye's research project quality wasn't as good as this current large experimental pathway, so naturally couldn't reach twenty-eight points that high.

"Ziye, before I came, I discussed with Senior Brother Dong Wenqiang and them."

"It's just that if possible, we still plan to stay for half a year, finish the comparatively key major node experiments, then still go back, take the research project back to do."

"After all, we're still Zhongnan Hospital's students; Master isn't here either; the name isn't proper and the words aren't smooth."

"I asked Master; he means the same." Li Yuanpei said.

Li Yuanpei and them came here originally: one was to do experiments, accumulate; two was to help Yuan Weihong cope with the crisis.

Now Yuan Weihong's crisis is already resolved; they naturally should go back.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Since you've all asked Master, then go back; the research projects you're doing yourselves can be openly taken back; I and Teacher Yuan won't pursue it."

"Just, regarding the current key node papers of this large experimental pathway, in terms of author ordering, you sort it out yourselves; must not create any conflicts, understand?"

"After all, the several nodes each of you is responsible for, if done seriously, publishing in Cancer Cell wouldn't have too much difficulty."

Fang Ziye originally gave over a dozen major nodes; what they've finished now are these major nodes.

Over a dozen major nodes subdivided can accumulate over eight thousand workloads; equivalent to one node down, at least seven hundred plus workloads!

Even if split to publish, it's enough for four to five ten-point basic papers.

Just the time needed is extremely extremely long.

With Fang Ziye giving them a safety net to start, they don't need to fear wrong direction or have concerns about trial-and-error costs.

"Great kindness needs no thanks; we're brothers forever." Li Yuanpei lowered his head slightly, voice desolate but formal.

Fang Ziye and Li Yuanpei were merely classmates; between classmates there are no obligations whatsoever; no one needs to be responsible for anyone else.

The favor Fang Ziye gave was too great.

"I can't eat it all alone anyway."

"At our age now, wanting to go out drinking, could it be you still want to eat alone?" Fang Ziye said laughing.

When the family was poor, brothers might all want to eat more meat themselves, satisfy the mouth and belly's desire.

But once there's a bit of family background, one hopes going out for a banquet has people come, rather than often drinking alone under the moon.

Fang Ziye finished speaking, and in his heart slowly silently checked off a task with a half-hook.

With matters here settled, there's still follow-up.

But at least, the follow-up matters aren't that urgent anymore.

My teacher's crisis has been resolved; what comes after is just drinking and merrymaking, flowers and moonlight...

"Oh, right, Ziye, that trouble you stirred up before — has it been smoothed over now?" Li Yuanpei hurriedly asked.

After seeing Li Yuanpei off, Fang Ziye sent another message to Han Jingyi, asking her to make a note on the page for the tenth-odd item to be recorded — the matter related to Yuan Weihong's project.

"Han Jingyi, you must record it clearly; a good memory is no match for a bad pen."

"I've meddled in too many things at once; I must sort them out one by one, and you're my research assistant — absolutely no mistakes allowed." Fang Ziye instructed.

How professors lose their time — the old Fang Ziye could only guess; he never had the chance to truly experience it.

Today's Fang Ziye finally experienced it for real: if you're capable of doing things, you really have endless things to do.

There are too many things to do in this world, too many meaningful things to do; each thing accomplished contributes greatly to your growth and to society, but you must clarify a priority order.

And according to big data statistics, only associate professors barely have the qualification to participate and lead teams.

This is a lesson distilled from historical accumulation.

If you can't even rush up to the simplest 'rank' of associate professor, and you really sit in Fang Ziye's current position, you might really be crushed to death, or pressed so flat you can't breathe.

Either you don't strive for progress, or you die on the road of running around — no second choice.

"Okay, Teacher Fang." Han Jingyi's reply was very affirmative.

After Wu Xuanqi's surgery ended, he also came to the research area; twisting his head as he walked, he entered Fang Ziye's office and boiled water to make tea himself.

Lowering his head, voice pondering: "Ziye, haven't been this tired in a long time — not just physically tired, the heart is very tired too."

"Still been slack too long; with you always there before, I didn't have to think too much about problems."

Wu Xuanqi's words were quite sincere.

"Brother Qi, that new experimental method for bone tumor invasion and metastasis — you've already worked it out, right? When will the paper be published?"

"Mid-year's almost past; best not to affect other project groups' completion." Fang Ziye pressed.

"Submitted, submitted — green light all the way, now just in minor revision."

"The journal level for this kind of paper must be very high, so it must be rigorous! ~"

"And once this paper is published, it'll definitely be watched by countless people, especially some medical device companies now — you've cut off some of their basic business, equivalent to making them earn a lot less money." Wu Xuanqi hurriedly nodded, saying.

"Right, you're the sole corresponding author. So this pot, you have to carry it for real; I can't withstand the subsequent storm."

The corresponding author is mainly responsible for communication with journal editors and readers, ensuring the paper's accuracy, completeness, and timeliness. The corresponding author is usually the project's overall person in charge, responsible for project funding, design, quality control, etc., and is the responsible party and beneficiary of the research results.

If someone picks fault with the paper, the first shell hits the corresponding author; the editorial department will also directly contact the corresponding author to solve the problem.

For this kind of experiment that revolutionizes basic experimental methods, whether Wu Xuanqi or Duan Hong, even many professors at Tongji Hospital's Basic Medical College, after deep thought, all felt they couldn't provide a safety net.

Simply didn't want to stir up trouble.

"Brother Qi, you're so generous, I feel a bit embarrassed?" Fang Ziye laughed, extended his right hand, found it bound with a small splint, could only raise his left hand to scratch his head.

"No choice; even if I don't want to be generous, I can't swallow it."

"Sigh, working stiff, working spirit, workers are all superior men."

"If you're not ruthless moving bricks today, tomorrow your status won't be steady enough!"

Wu Xuanqi spoke to here, bared his teeth: "Academician Fang, if one day you feel this Wu is still alright, remember to bestow an academician nomination."

Wu Xuanqi's whole face at this moment wrote the two words 'ingratiating'.

Fang Ziye felt quite uncomfortable, touched his nose: "That thing's still far off, and that thing still depends on fate."

An academician title — truly not something you can achieve just by doing things; opportunity, resources, accumulation, etc., not one can be missing.

"Then how can Professor Fang be so sure you're not this fated person?" Wu Xuanqi said.

"I don't even have eligibility to apply for Outstanding Youth, and you're telling me this..." Fang Ziye rolled his eyes.

Originally, Fang Ziye could apply for Outstanding Youth this year; the project proposal had already been submitted, but then Xie Shulan's grandpa pulled that stunt.

Equivalent to Fang Ziye only getting his PhD graduation certificate in June this year — right now.

"Congratulations, Brother Qi, I saw the list!" Fang Ziye said with pointed meaning.

Originally, Han City had an Outstanding Youth slot that was solidly Fang Ziye's; the National Natural Science Foundation Committee had already finalized the list.

Fang Ziye was blown up in April, so this name got replaced by someone else — and it just happened to be Wu Xuanqi replacing Fang Ziye.

Because in one year, trauma surgery can't have multiple projects funded; only the best can be taken; if Fang Ziye were there, Wu Xuanqi couldn't win in the same year...

Fang Ziye was disqualified, and Wu Xuanqi also counted as standing out among the younger generation in trauma surgery.

"Are you deliberately mocking me?" Wu Xuanqi abruptly raised his head.

"Brother Qi, why's your mind so dark? I'm sincerely congratulating you." Fang Ziye cupped fists slightly, but his right hand was too big after bandaging, looking especially foolish.

"Considering you're a patient, I won't haggle with you."

"Right, Ziye, Professor Zhang Yue's team from Huaxi Hospital have been contacting me recently, saying you told them to contact me, right?"

"I've been busy with other things before, didn't get a chance to say hello; they're still asking." Wu Xuanqi changed the subject again.

Fang Ziye nodded.

"Professor Zhang Yue's subsequent project intertwines with our bone defect 3D printing material project, so Professor Zhang Yue requests cooperation with our team."

"Brother Qi, you can squeeze out time, right?" Fang Ziye said.

Too many things; Fang Ziye had no choice but to use his 'brother unit' brothers.

Even Huashan Hospital's collaborative project with him, Fang Ziye ranked at event twenty-four.

"Can I say I can't squeeze it out?" Wu Xuanqi's expression was slightly bitter.

"That won't do; you're already on the pirate ship." Fang Ziye shook his head like a rattle.

Wu Xuanqi is actually quite a cute person, but the premise is you have to beat him half to death with a stick first, then pull him up.

Otherwise, a person like that is hard to convince.

Including now, Fang Ziye still feels Wu Xuanqi definitely has the intention to 'do in' him, Fang Ziye.

However, up to now, Wu Xuanqi has always been under Fang Ziye's encirclement; the things Wu Xuanqi does mostly relate to Fang Ziye, while the things Fang Ziye does, Wu Xuanqi only dips a toe in and is already physically and mentally somewhat exhausted.

He dares not.

But Wu Xuanqi is a person who is extremely capable at getting things done.

Professor Liu once taught Fang Ziye: if you encounter another genius and want to suppress him, either you confront head-on, or you stick to him tightly, just like dealing with Nie Mingxian — attract him over...

It's just that Fang Ziye chose a different way from attracting Nie Mingxian, launching the most 'violent' frontal assault on Wu Xuanqi, forcing Wu Xuanqi to have no choice but to join.

Because he can't beat him.

"Sigh... working man, working soul..." Wu Xuanqi started muttering again.

While Fang Ziye and Wu Xuanqi continued chatting, Nie Mingxian and Liao Jia happened to be free and came over to discuss the follow-up project progress with Fang Ziye.

However, Luo Tingzhu seemed like a timed alarm clock; upon entering she immediately said in a slightly raised, certain tone: "Senior Brother, you have to go to the Rehabilitation Area for rehabilitation! ~"

Hearing this, Wu Xuanqi immediately laughed: "Oh oh, I happen to have business back at the project group."

Nie Mingxian and Liao Jia exchanged a glance. "Liao Ge, let's go, go see your girlfriend, have a meal together?"

"Ziye, Tingzhu, you two aren't going then?" Nie Mingxian quickly found a 'fitting' excuse.

He came to invite Fang Ziye to eat.

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu shook their heads simultaneously.

Then Fang Ziye was taken to the Rehabilitation Department by Luo Tingzhu...

However, after the two entered the Rehabilitation Group and stated their purpose, Deputy Director Huang Yundong under Professor Ding immediately became nervous.

Stammering, he asked: "Professor Fang, then this... how exactly should the rehabilitation training be conducted?"

If it were anyone else, Huang Yundong would definitely have started hands-on physical examination.

But the one who came is Fang Ziye; Huang Yundong dares not.

Which damn bastard came up with such an inhuman thing that would actually injure Fang Ziye?

Fang Ziye's rehabilitation level and rehabilitation concepts — even Professor Pi and Professor Ding of the Rehabilitation Group dare not chatter about them.

Early this year, the Rehabilitation Group Leader specially sought out Fang Ziye for theory; after returning he didn't speak, and everyone understood how it was.

From then on, the rehabilitation plans of Fang Ziye's team, the Rehabilitation Group never interferes.

The Rehabilitation Group only has two small groups: Professor Pi's and Professor Ding's.

"No matter, Doctor Huang, I'll do it myself..." Fang Ziye took Luo Tingzhu to the Rehabilitation Area himself.

"Okay okay, Professor Fang suit yourself; if you need help, must say electromagnetic therapy, let me know, I'll help you set up the machine." Huang Yundong nodded repeatedly like a rattle-drum, as if he had successfully sent off a plague god.

"Tingzhu, let me tell you, I'm professional in rehabilitation; the rehabilitation plan I design for myself is the best." Fang Ziye looked at Luo Tingzhu.

Luo Tingzhu nodded, chin propped on hand, eyes alluring, voice coquettish: "Train then, Senior Brother."

She just wants Fang Ziye to be well, not to oppress Fang Ziye's time.

Fang Ziye thus became henpecked...

Time flows like water; in a blink a week has passed.

Yangyuan, Research Area, Academic Report Hall.

Right now Liu Huanglong stands at the very top of the Academic Report Hall, flipping through PPT with great fanfare, delivering an academic report in high spirits.

"After our team's year-long animal experiments and clinical diagnosis and treatment exploration, we finally confirmed the standardized plan for the level of upper and lower limb microcirculation circulatory severance two months ago."

"Some content we described earlier will not be repeated here."

"We preliminarily confirmed five planes each for upper and lower limbs, ten planes total, respectively femoral sheath internal femoral artery femoral vein."

"Thigh anterior femoral artery, great saphenous vein. This segment suggests clamping the small saphenous vein and profunda femoris artery."

"Knee joint segment..." Liu Huanglong speaks with resonant force.

He appears to face the crowd, but his gaze intentionally or unintentionally still casts toward the direction where Fang Ziye sits.

This time, the reason he dares to hold this Hand Surgery academic report with such fanfare here is mainly thanks to Fang Ziye giving him the project plan, letting him once again walk ahead of national peers in Hand Surgery.

And, even many Bone Tumor experts specially ran here to attend the Hand Surgery academic conference.

The microcirculation instrument's microcirculation circulatory severance plane standardization plan is not only a core technology application of limb replantation surgery, but will also become one of the key operations of Orthopedics bone tumor microcirculation chemotherapy in the future.

If even the segments can't be placed well, there's no need to talk about the follow-up.

"According to our project group's data statistics results, the above cross-sections can very well restore local microcirculation below, without leakage and other phenomena occurring."

"Similarly, after establishing arteriovenous access, the whole body's systemic circulation also operates normally, without aggravating the heart's pumping and blood-holding burden."

"And, under such microcirculation severance surgery, our team has successfully carried out multiple Hand Surgery cases of flap transplantation postoperative infection, tendon transplantation postoperative infection, local severe infection and other protracted non-healing cases."

"Microcirculation severance surgery, in our Hand Surgery application, besides wide application in limb salvage surgery, in infection control and treatment aspects, has also achieved considerable efficacy."

"Regarding infection treatment related data and plans, at that time Doctor Zhu of our team will separately report to the experts; I will not repeat here..."

Liu Huanglong fluently spun out the general outline for a full two-plus hours; he talks too much.

Or rather, Liu Huanglong was trained by his father-in-law into the ability to speak off-script for one or two hours at will, and still speak substantively, summarizing appropriately — this is also an ability.

Such ability, Fang Ziye currently does not possess.

Liu Huanglong finished; the venue erupted in thunderous applause, but Fang Ziye did not contribute applause.

Because his sutures haven't been removed yet, so he only made the motion of clapping, without the sound of clapping.

However, right at this moment, Liu Huanglong pressed down on the crowd's applause and spoke: "I believe many experts are very concerned about the technical application expansion of this microcirculation severance surgery of ours."

"There's still a bit of time next; we invite our hospital's Professor Fang to briefly share the potential application prospects of microcirculation severance surgery; everyone applaud and welcome."

Hearing this, the venue again erupted in thunderous applause, and quite a few people even stood up; gazes, whether active or passive, moved toward the position pointed to by Liu Huanglong's right hand, concentrating on Fang Ziye.

Gaze of respect, appreciation, expectation, jealousy, and envy intertwined in this moment.

(Chapter End)