Chapter 652: A-Level Talent Recognition! ~ (Seeking Subscriptions)

"Teacher, Professor Fang is still as impervious to persuasion as ever; he absolutely has some prejudice against our Transplant Department." As they left the conference venue, Dou Hua's tone was certain, yet also helpless.

Fang Ziye's imperviousness made him especially vexed; if he could, he really wanted to go up and slap the other man a few times.

But if he really did that, what awaited Dou Hua would be Zhao Yuzhu tying him up and dragging him to apologize at Fang Ziye's door, speak nicely, and even endure consequences returned tenfold by Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye is an Orthopedics practitioner, and has already risen to prominence in the circle; Orthopedics seniors, whether they liked Fang Ziye or disliked him, would all step forward to back Fang Ziye.

Picking a fight for no reason?

That bunch of carpenters in Orthopedics are not ones to reason with; if it came to hard logic, they fear no one from any specialty.

"The other party didn't state it explicitly, so don't jump to conclusions either! Framing someone at will, unless you can find substantive evidence."

"He said similar words in front of everyone." Zhao Yuzhu's face was also somewhat dark at this moment.

"Professor Cheng personally visited Professor Fang at Zhongnan Hospital once, and was refused by Professor Fang; at that time Fang Ziye was only an attending physician."

Speaking to this point, Zhao Yuzhu sighed again: "A mere microcirculation instrument, how can it not be produced?"

"How come those few can produce it?"

"Damn, that's weird."

Zhao Yuzhu's muttering left Dou Hua even more at a loss; he lowered his head slightly and said: "Teacher, I've heard an anecdote, don't know if it's true or not."

"Last year, Academician Gu Yuandong of Huashan Hospital also announced he would develop a microcirculation instrument for the limbs, but in the end it came to nothing, and Zhongnan Hospital still brought out the finished product first."

"The microcirculation instrument concept in Orthopedics is already mature, yet even Academician Gu leading a team couldn't replicate it; could it be that this technology, aside from Fang Ziye's team, will choke anyone else who enters?"

The improved development of the Liver Microcirculation Apparatus is led by Academician Cheng Xiaoping of Hepatobiliary Surgery; from the proposal of the concept to now, a full nearly one year has passed, and there is still no substantive progress.

On the contrary, some minor-path news from abroad says a laboratory in Germany has made slight advances, and has even published a paper, but only presented data ranges, not presenting very precise data in the paper.

"This Fang Ziye is somewhat insensible." Dou Hua said.

Zhao Yuzhu's thick brows relaxed, he clasped his hands behind his back, withdrew his anger, tone tricky: "Dou Hua, is that how you see Fang Ziye? Is that your innermost true thought?"

Hearing this, Dou Hua lowered his head, shook his head: "No."

"Teacher, I'm standing from our angle, and find him hateful."

"But if standing from Professor Fang's own angle, I find him quite shrewd. Knowing when to stop, he firms his own horse-stance, firms his own foothold."

"But just..."

"Teacher, we are the Transplant Department ah!" Dou Hua said.

Currently, the Transplant Department's surgical technique has absolutely no problem; if they want to seize the initiative in this specialty, the more important thing is the organ supply source.

If they can widen the time gap between organ donor and recipient, then they can save more patients, let more patients recover in their own department.

"Good that you still have some vision; I haven't taught you all these years for nothing."

"What I can be certain of is that this Fang Ziye has some prejudice against our Transplant Department to some degree. But I also have no evidence."

"Even if there is evidence, there's nothing we can do about him."

"It can only be if he is willing." Zhao Yuzhu said.

Hearing this, Dou Hua froze: "Why?"

Zhao Yuzhu pursed his lips, wanted to speak but stopped: "No why, anyway you just remember this point, remember it to death."

If Zhao Yuzhu didn't remember wrong, the reason Professor Cheng Xiaoping no longer came forward to persuade Fang Ziye must be quite sensitive, even the edge of a minefield.

No matter how much Zhao Yuzhu wanted to advance, he also had to consider his own safety.

What can be seen with the naked eye now is that before Fang Ziye in Orthopedics' bone tumor standardized treatment plan, there will be a major breakthrough.

At this time point you take crooked ways on Fang Ziye, make him shift his affection; whether discovered by Fang Ziye's teacher or by others, they'll poke you with a stick, your asshole will be ruptured and you can only admit you're unlucky.

In the face of the absolute general direction and the big picture, Eastern Han's industry won't be that muddleheaded!

……

"Teacher Liu, actually I'm very disappointed, and very lost." After eating, Fang Ziye stood openly facing Liu Huanglong, tone serious, slightly cold.

Liu Huanglong noticed Fang Ziye's handsome face mixed with a hint of heaviness, eyes clear yet dimly lacking luster, gently lowered his head.

Fang Ziye continued exercising his right hand's grip while saying: "Teacher Liu, with my personality, I'd rather believe Wu Xuanqi stabbed me in the back, I also can't imagine Teacher Liu you would dig a pit for me."

"And your method differs from my Master's, because your driving purposes are different."

Fang Ziye gave Liu Huanglong face, yet didn't fully give face.

"Sigh..." Liu Huanglong sighed deeply.

"Little Fang, today's matter, I don't want to over-explain; indeed I couldn't withstand the pressure."

"Or rather, when I chose to walk a certain convenient path, everything attendant on this convenient minor path will keep fettering me."

"Saying it like this, can you understand? I have no way." Liu Huanglong's expression didn't change, only his voice seemed slightly desolate.

Some words he cannot speak clearly; even without a third-party listener, he dare not speak, fearing it becomes a habit.

Ultimately speaking, it's still his own father-in-law; the degree of recognition and trust toward Fang Ziye, by comparison, still only feels Fang Ziye is a junior, unable to see the road ahead, still walking the minor path in his vision.

This kind of notion, Liu Huanglong has no way to change, because he has depended on others many times.

Eastern Han is a society of personal favors; when Liu Huanglong goes out to walk personal favors, he must inevitably allow personal favors to walk in, otherwise there will be a break forming a rebound, blowing him into a mess.

Liu Huanglong has unspeakable difficulties; Fang Ziye also doesn't continue to struggle.

This is Liu Huanglong's road; he must make this choice.

"Teacher Liu, we each argue our own!"

"If that teacher really helped me somewhere, you can speak directly; I can think of a way to thank, but not listen to someone manipulating."

"If I remember correctly, at least that teacher never stood before me to pave the way or plan for me; so whether it's a ladder he set out or a borrowed ladder, I also cannot possibly conveniently climb it."

"All along, I've greatly admired Teacher Liu your capability, and have always regarded you as a teacher."

"But everyone has their own values; I don't want to be involved in other specialties not because my foundation is insufficient, my vision insufficient, my understanding of this world still insufficient, so I must persist in what is in my vision."

"Rather than from a macro angle, hearing others say where is good and I go drill there; if it were truly so, I also wouldn't have walked to this step; hope Teacher Liu you can understand." Fang Ziye laid bare his heart.

This is already the second time.

The first time, Professor Cheng Xiaoping was brought before Fang Ziye by Liu Huanglong, and that time Liu Huanglong truly couldn't refuse.

This time, Liu Huanglong might still be unable to refuse, because Liu Huanglong doesn't even need to bring Professor Zhao before Fang Ziye; as long as he gives Fang Ziye a stage, he will step forward and ask himself.

"Good! ~"

"Ziye, I'm certain I remember very clearly."

"I also affirm that your persistence is what's right." Liu Huanglong's expression returned to normal, swallowing all his mixed feelings.

He dared not change lightly, nor could he change lightly, but he also had to learn to try.

A family with an elder is like having a treasure.

But when this elder's cognition can't cover for you in every situation, you have to learn to think for yourself, rather than continue sticking to shortcuts, blindly obeying and charging forward.

"Thank you, Teacher Liu, for understanding."

"I'll head back first; I still have to go to rehabilitation training in a bit, otherwise Tingzhu's call will be coming."

"Oh, right, Professor Liu, Professor Zhou Yan said he still wants to stay on site and listen a while longer, but he doesn't want to get involved in the issue; he has other tasks recently, and hopes Teacher Liu, at your convenience, won't drag him into it." Fang Ziye added.

Professor Zhou Yan came to the sanatorium, performed surgery, and also discussed some things with Fang Ziye's team, but after all he is a Hand Surgery specialist.

Recently the microcirculation instrument has developed so rapidly over the past year; if he doesn't promptly update his own understanding, he'll likely be left behind, so Professor Zhou Yan wants to stay and continue listening.

"Ziye, our Hand Surgery's Professor Zhou has always been a dragon showing its head but not its tail; the last time I saw him was when I went to Xiangya Hospital to study."

"I wouldn't dare drag him into any trouble; this person is eccentric."

"So far, this Professor Zhou has sent in at least ten professors?! ~"

"Whoever provokes him is unlucky." Liu Huanglong crossed his index fingers together.

"Sent in ten?" Fang Ziye was stunned for a moment.

"What does that mean?"

Liu Huanglong shook his head: "If I knew, I'd probably have to go in too."

"You be careful, you must guard against this Professor Zhou coming to trip you up under some other guise. He's especially skilled at data analysis, including but not limited to academic paper data fabrication, funding ledger fabrication, and all aspects of medicine-related matters."

"Some say he is the Discipline Inspection Commission of the Health Commission system walking outside." Liu Huanglong reminded.

Holy crap, could this Professor Zhou Yan really be coming for us?

Human experimentation?!

Fang Ziye nodded, these thoughts flashed through his mind but he didn't panic, and parted with Liu Huanglong.

Then he hurried to the clinical rehabilitation area next door, starting a new day of electromagnetic therapy...

Luo Tingzhu carefully lifted the gauze for Fang Ziye, meticulously cleared away the surface "Jinchuang Medicine," then looked at the sutures — they had already embedded into the surface layer of Fang Ziye's skin.

Where the sutures passed, the previous wound closure showed only a very, very faint white line, not the slightest scar.

"Senior Brother, the sutures can be removed; this wound has healed almost too well."

"The sutures have all loosened, the tissue approximation is simply perfect; could it really be the Jinchuang Medicine Doctor Chen prepared for you?"

"Actually it could have been removed the day before yesterday." Luo Tingzhu said, raising her head.

Fang Ziye did functional exercises every day, had to open it every day, but both Luo Tingzhu and Fang Ziye are modern medicine practitioners, so they firmly believe in postoperative day 9-11 suture removal for hand wounds.

Today happens to be the ninth day after Fang Ziye's surgery.

However, if going by Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu's assessment, actually two or three days ago clinical healing had already been reached, just not as good as now.

"Remove them. The earlier they're out, the easier for me too." Fang Ziye said.

Luo Tingzhu turned to get the suture kit; the Rehabilitation Department doesn't keep this thing on hand.

After Luo Tingzhu left, Rehabilitation Therapist Lan Mei of the Rehabilitation Department said: "Doctor Fang, Dean Chen Song really treats you well, personally prescribing and compounding medicine for you."

"Do you know what Dean Chen Song used to do?"

Lan Mei is one of the top Rehabilitation Therapists in the Rehabilitation Group; Rehabilitation Therapists and Rehabilitation Medicine doctors differ slightly in specialty — Rehabilitation Physicians handle theory and adjust plans, Rehabilitation Therapists handle specific operations.

"Sister Mei, I've heard some things, but not comprehensively, so I don't dare speculate wildly." Fang Ziye replied quite cautiously.

Lan Mei, in her forties, figure not out of shape; though the corners of her eyes bore traces of time, she still had charm: "Dean Chen Song used to follow the army; for trauma rehabilitation, she's top-tier nationwide, bar none."

"Gunshot wounds under her Jinchuang Medicine heal more tenderly than others' by several degrees."

"Even people with keloid constitution don't scar."

"This is true; we've done comparisons in the sanatorium — same person, two wounds, one with Jinchuang Medicine, one without; wound healing speed and post-healing scar residue show a stark contrast."

Fang Ziye was startled: "Then why don't we see patients using it in our surgery department?"

Lan Mei's eye corners crinkled at the words: "Doctor Fang, don't underestimate the Jinchuang Medicine in your hand; just the procurement raw materials cost over two thousand per application."

"In this day and age, wild medicinal materials of sufficient age are more expensive than gold." She finished and continued lowering her head to work.

Fang Ziye's right hand instantly trembled at the words.

By this reckoning, these eight or nine days of his, hasn't the raw material for the medicine alone cost nearly twenty thousand?

Then should he pay?

Fine, that's generally unaffordable, and even if ordinary people used it they'd only get cosmetic effect; good medicine isn't wasted like that either.

After suture removal, Fang Ziye finished physiotherapy, then went straight to the sanatorium's Surgery Training Room, put on gloves over the gauze and ran through the surgery basics once; he found his current strength state was only sixty percent of before the injury.

Although sixty percent power in the sanatorium is still a transcendent position, some basics near Level 5 25000/50000, it's still not the complete form.

Still have to slowly rehabilitate.

"Senior Brother, not bad, rehabilitation is excellent." Luo Tingzhu doesn't know Fang Ziye's full strength, only feels his current operation is already 'peak'.

Fang Ziye also doesn't want Luo Tingzhu to worry, smiled and nodded: "Now you're relieved, right?"

"Surface wound healed now, still can't overload."

"Clinical Group surgeries still have to be shelved for a while."

Luo Tingzhu hands behind back, nodding vigorously, helping Fang Ziye pack up while saying: "Senior Brother you're the most amazing."

"We didn't even rush much, and you directly finalized our team's patent application! ~"

"If those top foreign experts and professors knew Senior Brother you're competing on speed with them in your current state, who knows what they'd think."

This time, the foreigners' "first come, first served" didn't bring the team very much resistance like in TV dramas and novels.

Instead, Fang Ziye's side submitted materials first, and even provided some negative theoretical arguments, so the Eastern Han patent office quickly approved the utility model patent application, securing a certain advantage.

However, it's not completely worry-free either.

The microcirculation instrument is a type of device; a treatment method centered on this device has a certain possibility of being cracked.

After all, the team will have to provide some reference data then, which will save others a great deal of effort in imitation and replication.

Don't belittle yourselves, thinking Eastern Han people are inferior, but also don't underestimate people, thinking Eastern Han people's intelligence is number one under heaven.

Foreign systems absorb elite talents from many countries to settle, but Eastern Han's high-end cutting-edge industries mostly rely on local people.

One relies on quantity screening, one on selecting the best from the excellent; still need to be very cautious...

After packing up, Fang Ziye suggested: "Go out for a meal?"

"Been busy for a week too; now that the biggest stone in our hearts has dropped, we should balance work and rest."

This time the team could win because Fang Ziye and them grasped absolute initiative and teaching authority.

After all, foreigners still haven't thoroughly figured out the microcirculation instrument's operating mode; they only know how to use it now, and there might be many teams disassembling microcirculation instruments.

As the team leading the R&D, and with the bone tumor chemotherapy regimen theory also proposed by Fang Ziye's team, others wanting to overtake on a curve is still quite difficult.

Plus, Fang Ziye's theory is now world top-tier; if still overtaken, that would truly be encountering a ghost.

"Sure, last time we went out to eat was when Teacher Yuan came to Enshi."

"It's been four or five days too."

"Senior Brother, you're confirmed, starting vacation tomorrow?" Luo Tingzhu accompanied Fang Ziye.

"So I can message Nie Mingxian and Big Brother Liao Jia and them, let them take a few days off too."

"Since Doctor Nie Mingxian and Associate Professor Liao Jia came to Enshi, they basically haven't rested."

"Mm, start vacation from tomorrow then, balance work and rest."

"Vacation helps improve work state."

Fang Ziye immediately sidestepped a few steps, turned head and asked: "But, Tingzhu, will those professors from the anesthesia group agree to your vacation?"

Luo Tingzhu slightly lifted her chin, stuck out her tongue: "Senior Brother, I'm a teacher now."

Fang Ziye nodded.

Right!!

Asking favors is hard.

Now it's the anesthesia group's people who need Luo Tingzhu, hoping Luo Tingzhu can teach them motor-sensory separation anesthesia in detail.

Naturally only when the teacher has time do they have class.

"I also got nearly twenty thousand yuan."

"The subsidy for teaching at the sanatorium is too much." Luo Tingzhu narrowed her eyes, looking slightly money-grubbing.

"..."

Scenery outside the car window reversed; Luo Tingzhu drove carefully, traveling on the county road from Enshi back to Ba County, Fang Ziye's eyes tense, calm in crisis.

Luo Tingzhu also held head high and chest out, not daring the slightest negligence.

Finally, after three hours, Luo Tingzhu parked the car at Fang Ziye's doorway.

"Senior Brother, finally arrived." Luo Tingzhu somewhat secretly delighted.

"Yeah, finally arrived." Fang Ziye also sighed.

Actually Luo Tingzhu improved fast; before May Day when he went to Jingdu, Luo Tingzhu drove to the airport stumbling, now only two months passed, she can actually drive alone from Enshi Yangyuan to his hometown, this progress cannot be called not fast.

Should be she secretly put in effort too.

"Dad, Mom, we're back." Fang Ziye saw Fang Nan and Liang Xia walk out from inside, hurriedly shouted.

"Good you're here, good you're here, quickly come inside sit, hot outside."

"Inside has fans, upstairs also turned on air conditioner." Liang Xia said.

After returning from Enshi, the two elders installed air conditioners in the house's rooms and the administrative building lobby, mainly for Fang Ziye and her to conveniently come back and rest.

Fang Ziye grew up, can earn money now, they're not stingy either.

First thing returning to hometown, of course put down stuff first, then shovel rice, then sit around chatting.

After asking about Fang Ziye's wound healing, Fang Nan then said: "Xiao Ye, last time after returning from Enshi, me and your mom went to Han City again!"

"Han City houses are really expensive, the card you gave us, can't even pay full; if in the county, would be enough to buy five houses full payment."

Fang Ziye's card to Fang Nan had five million inside.

Currently, better communities near Zhongnan Hospital sell for over thirty thousand per square meter, and all large units.

"Dad, Mom, I still have provident fund, I'm now doing Han City Class A talent introduction, monthly provident fund is quite a lot! ~"

"After down payment, don't need to subsidize loan much myself." Fang Ziye said smiling.

"Senior Brother's monthly provident fund contribution base is maxed."

"Over eight thousand a month." Luo Tingzhu said.

"This much?" Fang Nan and Liang Xia both scared hearing this.

Over eight thousand provident fund, higher than many people's salaries in Ba County.

"I also don't know how the school operates for others." Fang Ziye said.

In principle, the country's recognition standard for Class A talent is: Nobel Prize, National Highest Science and Technology Award, Fields Medal, Turing Award, Pritzker Prize and other internationally renowned award winners.

Academician of the State Academy of Sciences, Academician of the Academy of Engineering.

National "Ten Thousand Talents Plan" outstanding talent candidates and others recognized as equivalent to above level top scientists, scholars and industry leading talents...

Class B talent is Distinguished Youth etc.

Of course, Han City's standards certainly cannot benchmark against national-level talent recognition; they might be slightly lower.

However, Fang Ziye doesn't seem to be a Distinguished Youth either, not even an Outstanding Youth Fund recipient; it should be that Han City University or the National Health Commission went through other channels to apply for a 'temptation' for Fang Ziye that is not low compared to Jingdu.

To speak truly, Fang Ziye's successful research and development of that microcirculation instrument already belongs to super high-end innovative talent.

(Chapter End)