Chapter 667

Du Yingshan, hearing this, instantly shuddered violently.

He took quick steps forward, running ahead, his low murmurs trailing behind: "Master, Master..."

Fang Ziye then looked at Ceng Duoqin and Ning Haiqing: "I, Fang Ziye, have lived up to Trauma Surgery, and equally lived up to the Bone Disease Department."

"Even if I have failed Professor Hu Pingdong, failed Professor Ceng Duoqin."

"Everything I did today, I have a clear conscience!" Fang Ziye's voice was cold and clear, hands behind his back, neither pleased nor angry.

Be it Hu Pingdong or Ceng Duoqin, neither represents the Bone Disease Department, but Fang Ziye absolutely lives up to Zhongnan Hospital's Bone Disease Department.

Ceng Duoqin found it hard to speak; Professor Ning Haiqing bowed slightly: "Professor Fang, I'm sorry..."

The tiger cub is still the mountain king; Fang Ziye may not be mature, but that doesn't mean he hasn't grown. He now has a solid, stable place in all of Zhongnan Hospital.

"Teacher Deng, Ziye, how did the talk go inside?" Yuan Weihong was waiting right outside the door; earlier, with Ceng Duoqin and Professor Ning Haiqing both there, it wasn't convenient to speak.

Deng Yong nodded slightly: "It's more or less settled."

"Good then." Yuan Weihong let out a long breath of relief.

Fang Ziye is the student of both Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong; at this moment his mood was tangled and knotted.

Although Yuan Weihong is his own teacher, he was originally a genuine, bona fide Associate Professor; the level he stands at, the vision he has, is still relatively "limited."

Fang Ziye indeed saw Deng Yong glance at him, but the two did not speak.

Yuan Weihong continued: "Ziye, you'll stay back for a while this time, right? I checked with Medical Affairs in advance; your practice registration can be transferred over anytime."

Yuan Weihong is a very rule-abiding person; even if he needs Fang Ziye to join the department to help him establish authority, he would still go through the proper procedures first.

This point differs somewhat from Deng Yong.

"Master, I will stay for a while." Fang Ziye replied.

"Yuan Weihong, I have something to discuss with Ziye; you go handle your business first. Gather the department staff and relay the meeting results too." Deng Yong said.

Now Professor Han Yuanxiao of Trauma Surgery is also deeply trapped; the department is left with only some Deputy Chief Physicians — picking the tallest among dwarfs.

In terms of comprehensive technical level and research accumulation, Yuan Weihong is the intended candidate for 'Ward Director'.

But for Yuan Weihong to sit in that position, besides needing leadership appointment, he must also find a way to win over the crowd himself — especially make Chen Fang and Associate Professor Peng Long, who are senior to him, 'submit'.

"Alright, I'll go right now." Yuan Weihong nodded agreement and walked quickly out of the department.

Hurried steps, slightly nervous and uneasy.

Fang Ziye could actually understand Yuan Weihong's retreating figure, but looked at Deng Yong with a heart full of doubt: "Master, barring accident, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan will be promoted to Chief Physician next year."

"Why must you put such great pressure on Teacher Yuan?"

"And Professor Gong's matter — Teacher Yuan seems completely unaware?"

Deng Yong teasing his own teacher like this made Fang Ziye unhappy.

Deng Yong didn't reply, turned and walked away first, until he reached the elevator hall, turned the corner into the stairwell, then turned back: "You're quite the thinker now?"

"Looks like that trip to the sanatorium changed your perspective completely from before."

Deng Yong's voice was calm, revealing no joy or anger.

Fang Ziye didn't deny Deng Yong's assessment, explaining: "Today's matter was entirely just Director Du, Master you, and Old Professor Hu Pingdong of Bone Disease — the three of them putting on a show."

"I really don't know why Director Du insisted on calling me back."

"Tell me your thinking in detail." Deng Yong didn't get angry at Fang Ziye's wild words; instead his gaze held some appreciation.

Fang Ziye said: "First, from our own department's standpoint, Master you actually made two preparations: one, you contacted Professor Gong Jiahe early on to bring in another Chief Physician who can keep Professor Duan Hong in check for our Trauma Surgery."

"If not for Professor Li Yongjun's incident this year, I definitely wouldn't have thought in this direction; but since Professor Li's incident happened, I feel Professor Gong might also have been recruited by you, and premeditated long ago."

"Because Master you didn't want what happened to Teacher Yuan to happen a second time, even if I have the energy to deal with it."

Deng Yong replied: "You analyzed this point wrong; Yuan Weihong and I are not in a master-disciple relationship, so I couldn't properly step forward for him."

Fang Ziye smiled, and didn't drape 'clothes' on Deng Yong again: "But actually Master you did step forward, just to no avail."

"You." Deng Yong's expression showed feigned anger.

"It was Master you who told me to speak the truth." Fang Ziye retreated half a step, hurriedly replying.

When Yuan Weihong was rushed by Wu Xuanqi, Deng Yong was anxious; recalling now he may seem calm, but at the time Deng Yong's thoughts and choices couldn't be faked.

If he truly didn't take Yuan Weihong's matter to heart, he wouldn't have had so many people step in to help back then.

It's just that Deng Yong privately went to clash with Duan Hong, and Duan Hong didn't give face.

Academic disputes aren't necessarily life-and-death, but there's definitely advance and retreat; Duan Hong wouldn't dismantle his own student's ladder and let him fall smashing every bone.

Deng Yong's face didn't work either.

"Master, let's continue with the second point."

"Professor Ceng Duoqin definitely can't come to Trauma Surgery — not just because of Professor Gong Jiahe, but because of Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan."

"Our Trauma Surgery has the Trauma Center and Trauma Surgery two sub-specialties; Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan can transfer back anytime."

"Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan has guarded the Trauma Center for several years; even without merit there's hardship, let alone both merit and hardship."

"Even Professor Ceng Duoqin cannot turn a blind eye to Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan's contributions."

"Director Du Xinzhan and Old Professor Hu Pingdong saw these points clearly long ago."

"It's just Professor Ceng and them feel that this time Zhongnan Hospital developed the microcirculation instrument combined with chemotherapy for bone tumors, reaching a high-speed development period for the Bone Disease Specialty."

"Even Trauma Surgery should yield to them, free up a team for Bone Disease's development."

"This is indeed a particularly good opportunity."

"If the person in charge of this project weren't from our Trauma Surgery, then whether Master you or Director Du, you'd only be able to agree to Professor Ceng Duoqin's proposal."

"If there's a very prominent brother within Orthopedics, it benefits our other sub-specialties too."

"But the problem is, the microcirculation instrument was developed by me and Nie Mingxian and them; the combined chemo with bone tumor and microcirculation instrument, I was the initiator."

"Against this background, Old Ceng and them single-mindedly think giving me a bone tumor specialty team-lead position can soothe my emotions — they definitely haven't considered it thoroughly enough."

"If Director Du can't even see this clearly, then Professor Du couldn't have served as Director for so many years."

"Because the funding for this project doesn't come from our hospital; currently the Bone Tumor Specialty and I only have a cooperative relationship."

"Just a cooperative relationship means we can cooperate or not cooperate; we haven't signed any substantive contract."

"The reason Professor Du asked me to come is because Professor Hu Pingdong of the Bone Disease Department wants to borrow my hand to take the Bone Disease Department down a peg."

"Because our hospital's Bone Disease Department has been in a relatively 'leading' position for many years."

"They have many Chief Physicians and deep research accumulation, so they've always believed that our Orthopedics Department's development should be led by the Bone Disease Department."

"The weight of development should also lean more toward them."

"Professor Hu Pingdong also knows there's this atmosphere in the department, so he wants to borrow my reputation to give them a good lesson."

"Actually, not only can a superior one rank higher crush you to death, a genius among blood brothers can also suppress the limelight of the other brothers until they have zero presence."

"Talent is the best motivation for a specialty's development."

"Is that so? Master." Fang Ziye spoke a lot in one go, laying out all his analysis.

Hearing this, Deng Yong furrowed his brows tightly, eyebrows locked: "Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn't."

"But based on your analysis, I feel your guess is correct."

"I also didn't expect Professor Hu to be in the know; I only thought it was Director Du who persuaded Old Professor Hu Pingdong to let him...?"

Deng Yong didn't say the words "let Hu Pingdong step down."

Immediately turning his head, he looked at Fang Ziye and exclaimed with feeling: "Words and deeds, pearls and jade. Being a teacher is truly hard."

"Worthy of Old Professor Hu Pingdong!" Deng Yong gave a thumbs up, his expression becoming exceptionally conflicted for a moment.

"Master, actually you too." Fang Ziye wanted to flatter him.

Deng Yong shook his head, turned and went downstairs, tone desolate: "Your master is a failed master."

"Failed master." Deng Yong repeated once, then disappeared around the corner.

Fang Ziye chased half a floor down; Deng Yong's descending figure remained steady, not at all like he was waiting for Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye didn't chase further; he knew Deng Yong's mood right now must be very complex.

The relationship between Old Professor Hu Pingdong and the several professors of the Bone Disease Department is very harmonious.

Fang Ziye even guessed at this moment that the reason the Bone Disease Department could develop so rapidly in the previous generation was precisely this Old Professor Hu Pingdong's merit.

A single sub-specialty suddenly produced four Chief Physicians, and all four are of the same generation; this is exceptionally rare even in Zhongnan Hospital.

Because hospital resources are relatively limited, one more Chief Physician in the Bone Disease Department means relatively one fewer Chief Physician in other specialties.

If the Orthopedics Department internally didn't lose any, then they definitely seized them from other surgical departments; achieving this is even harder.

Yet even with such flourishing momentum, they were still struck on the head by Old Professor Hu Pingdong wielding the stick named Fang Ziye — a stunning blow.

Overtaking on a curve, achieving total crushing across all fronts by forging a new path — after that, it's not something you can catch up to just by accumulating foundation step by step.

Fang Ziye doesn't know if he was used as a cat's paw, but one thing Fang Ziye is very clear about: Fang Ziye has already entered the Orthopedics "Chief Physician tier" circle.

Whether power, influence, fame, accumulation, or circle — Fang Ziye has openly walked into all of them, and with a relatively high standing in this circle.

What kind of circle is the Chief Physician tier?

It's that people below you can borrow your name to do things, venture outside, and many will give you a few points of face more or less.

Including but not limited to job hunting, applying for research projects, etc.

Your junior doctors can rely on your name to boldly admit patients, knowing you can back them up.

Peers of your level, knowing your excellence, recognizing your strength, will respect you; in any meeting or conversation within the same circle, you have a seat.

Your suggestions will be highly valued and considered.

Your "all directions" will notice you, will want to consult and ask you: in what way, what direction should you develop your group, can you move forward, how far should you go?

Can you trample the specialties of the whole country and even the whole world underfoot, become the veritable No. 1, or something close to No. 1, or become a domestic industry benchmark — in short, they hope you progress, and hope your specialty progresses too, incidentally pushing the hospital forward, everyone together completing "performance"...

Fang Ziye now has two choices: one is to return to Trauma Surgery, the other is to catch up to Deng Yong.

Fang Ziye chose the latter.

Fang Ziye's steps were very fast; he'd only reached the 1.5th floor, not yet the 1st floor, when he caught up to Deng Yong.

"Master, wait." Fang Ziye called out.

"Why aren't you going back to pack your luggage?" Deng Yong asked doubtfully.

"My luggage is in Elder Yuan's car; Teacher Yuan went to a department meeting. I don't want to go squeeze into a temporary meeting today." Fang Ziye explained.

"You want me to go eat?" Deng Yong smiled and asked.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Master, what exactly is Professor Han Yuanxiao's situation? Can you tell me some of it?"

Deng Yong paused mid-step, left foot already down, right foot hooked, looking at Fang Ziye from the right. Eyes flashing with sharp light.

"Why are you asking this?" Deng Yong said.

"When you encounter a problem, you must solve it; even if you can't directly solve it, you must find a way to solve it indirectly."

"I want to help Professor Han." Fang Ziye didn't conceal his thoughts either.

Deng Yong's mouth corners twitched for a while.

"Master, it's like this." Fang Ziye wanted to continue explaining.

"Go to my home to talk." Deng Yong immediately interrupted, continuing downstairs.

The Dharma is not transmitted to six ears; some things are inconvenient to speak of outside, because walls have ears.

Deng Yong didn't drive over; he rode an electric scooter.

Fang Ziye sat behind Deng Yong...

Arrived at the community, took the elevator up, entered the room — the whole way was extremely smooth; today's Deng Yong didn't even think of making tea for Fang Ziye.

All the way he brought Fang Ziye into the study, turned on the air conditioner, then said: "You continue."

"Professor Han treated you like that before, and now you want to help him?" Deng Yong puzzled.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Master, how Professor Han treats me is our Trauma Surgery's internal matter; how our Orthopedics Department appears harmonious to the outside is only for the outside."

"Within the entire Orthopedics Department, those who can stand in Our Trauma Surgery's shoes and consider problems are still Our Trauma Surgery's own people."

"On this basic foundation, Professor Han has never changed."

"Our Trauma Surgery cannot be supported by Professor Gong Jiahe alone; even if Associate Professor Xie upgrades to Chief Physician, he is only Professor Han from years ago — he needs to establish his own footing."

"If Master you can return to clinical work, that would be best; it's just that currently we still haven't explored a better solution."

"So, keeping Professor Han here is the only way Our Trauma Surgery's foundation will be steady enough."

"Master, the principle you taught me before was to let me take root firmly."

"I remember it especially clearly: but to take root firmly enough, the soil must be fertile, no stones underneath, and the vertical depth must be sufficient — only then will my foundation be steady enough."

"Analyzing pros and cons, rather than recruiting another professor from outside into Our Trauma Surgery, it's better to just let Professor Han continue staying."

"What exactly is the matter Professor Han encountered this time?"

The most excessive thing Han Yuanxiao ever did was wanting his Teacher Liu Qiao to enter the department, thereby making his teacher and Deng Yong fall out.

He never framed Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong.

But if another outsider came, Fang Ziye couldn't guarantee it either; he even less wanted to test another person's character bottom line.

Including Professor Gong Jiahe being recruited, Fang Ziye didn't dare guarantee he would be safer than Professor Han Yuanxiao.

"Han Yuanxiao was backstabbed!" Deng Yong, perhaps recognizing Fang Ziye's thinking, said so.

"His doctoral thesis data was stolen, and someone published it in another journal two months before his doctoral defense."

"Two months early."

"And this matter has been nearly twenty years from now; the original data was long gone." Deng Yong said.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye frowned.

"Master, back when you got your doctorates, didn't you publish papers first, then write the doctoral thesis directly using the data?" Fang Ziye's eyes narrowed.

Now Han Yuanxiao is nearly fifty; it's been nearly twenty years since his doctoral graduation.

That was 2003-2004.

Back then, the internet wasn't as developed as now; checking literature wasn't this convenient, and information communication wasn't convenient enough either.

So after Han Yuanxiao's data was plagiarized, he really might not have discovered it at the first time, and later just didn't follow up on it.

"Back then for doctoral graduation, one letter was enough." Deng Yong said it feeling a bit ashamed himself.

But this is the fact.

In the early 21st century, many domestic doctoral graduations were very lenient; today's doctoral graduation is not easy — without a Q2 original article type paper, delayed graduation is highly probable.

Fang Ziye continued asking: "Could it be that person's published paper had exactly the same type as Professor Han's paper in all aspects?"

"Repeated data — Professor Han Yuanxiao's thesis could get positive results, and the other party could get the same positive results too?"

"Who was the person who published the paper?" Fang Ziye asked three questions in a row.

This matter has much to discuss.

Even if someone else plagiarized Han Yuanxiao's data, as long as Han Yuanxiao himself could repeat the data content, wouldn't that clear himself?"

Fang Ziye saw Deng Yong not speaking.

"Could it be Professor Han really bought it?" Fang Ziye asked.

Deng Yong shook his head again: "Not bought. Absolutely not bought."

Deng Yong spoke to here, tone somewhat awkward.

After struggling a while, Deng Yong explained the actual situation. Told so Fang Ziye was also dumbfounded.

During Han Yuanxiao's doctorate, he had a girlfriend; of course, counting now who knows which ex-girlfriend she was.

At that time, it was Han Yuanxiao and his "ex-girlfriend" cooperating on experiments.

Boyfriend and girlfriend, doing research projects and experiments together is very normal.

It's just this "ex-girlfriend" didn't have just one "boyfriend" — she kept a fish-pond mode, whoever was excellent she'd finally choose to stick with.

This thesis's original data was in her hands.

Back then doctoral defense review wasn't that strict either; Han Yuanxiao's "ex-girlfriend" gave one set of data, simultaneously "sponsored" two "boyfriends"!

Han Yuanxiao used it to graduate; the other person used it to publish a paper.

Fang Ziye hearing this, raised his head to look at the ceiling, only feeling dazzled —

Mouth opened and closed a few times.

But soon he asked again: "Master, this isn't right either?"

"Regardless of who Professor Han's data was given to, the research direction definitely isn't completely the same; the other party using Professor Han's research direction couldn't possibly get exactly the same results."

"Go repeat the other party's experimental results — if you can't get the same or similar images, wouldn't that be fine?"

Deng Yong continued: "That person died! ~"

"2008 in Sichuan Province."

"You go apply for re-examination again?"

Fang Ziye choked again.

What enormously outrageous things did Han Yuanxiao do in his past life? How does he keep encountering such unlucky explosive events?

How can this be investigated?

Character not failing integrity, choosing loyal and pure people on major principles — you can't go dig into people's small details.

Han Yuanxiao can only smash his teeth and swallow blood.

Then the problem comes again.

Since this heroic couple has already passed away, who exposed this matter?

If this matter blows up into a huge mine, even evolves into news, the final result most likely is Han Yuanxiao discouraged and never recovering.

"This matter, you'd best not meddle!" Deng Yong knocked on the table, giving Fang Ziye a stern warning.

"Under no circumstances should you get involved." Deng Yong said.

"Alright." Fang Ziye nodded.

A paper is both important and unimportant to a person's life; the integrity of a matter cannot serve as a benchmark for a person's entire lifetime.

"Master, I won't get involved."

"But I personally feel that there is still a relatively good solution to this matter, and that is for Professor Han Yuanxiao to self-prove that his experimental results make sense."

"As long as it can be repeated, and an experiment is conducted once more to obtain the original data, he can self-prove his innocence." Fang Ziye said.

Some things do not necessarily require identifying a fake to prove clarity.

The clear can clear themselves as well.

"Han Yuanxiao is doing exactly that himself." Deng Yong said.

"If it can be reproduced, you and I don't need to help him; but if it cannot be reproduced, you and I helping him would be of no use either."

……

When he came out of Deng Yong's home, Master Yuan Weihong sent Fang Ziye a message; Fang Ziye has the Outpatient Clinic every Saturday in September, the Deputy Chief Physician is the time slot where one must absolutely start seeing outpatients, because now for promotion to Full Professor there is a requirement for outpatient volume……

"Alright, Master." Fang Ziye replied with a message.

The more one grows up, the more matters there are to keep hidden in one's heart; perhaps it is because there are more of these hidden matters that a person will no longer be forever so pure.

(Chapter End)