Chapter 668

"Let's eat together tonight." Yuan Weihong wanted to treat everyone to a meal.

Fang Ziye looked at the message and said, "Master, let's call Jinhuan too?"

Xiong Jinhuan is Han Yuanxiao's student; he probably knows even more inside information.

This matter is obviously still a "game" between big shots; otherwise, Han Yuanxiao's "grievances" couldn't have been investigated so meticulously, and a blatant scheme with no counter could not have been dragged out.

"You have to call Jinhuan! ~"

"Ziye, trouble yourself a bit; you call him personally." Yuan Weihong said.

"Master, can I come over first to get the key? My luggage is in your car..." Fang Ziye sent the message back while hailing a taxi.

He could go back, but if he went back alone without getting his luggage, it would also be inconvenient.

Fang Ziye took a taxi there and messaged Yuan Weihong; after Yuan Weihong came down from upstairs, Fang Ziye took the initiative to say, "Master, I'll take the key to open the car door; I'll give it back to you in a bit."

"Just right, I'll walk a bit too." Yuan Weihong touched his forehead; now with five fingers closed together, his hair didn't even touch the upper edge of his brow ridge—

"I'll clear my head."

Yuan Weihong was under a lot of pressure right now; he knew his own level of skill was just at this level, and forcibly leading a team could barely scrape by.

But to become a sub-specialty director, with not a single Chief Physician holding down the fort in the department, he felt exceptionally guilty.

So Yuan Weihong's first choice was to think of calling Fang Ziye back.

Master and disciple walked a full hundred meters, nearly half a minute without speaking.

Fang Ziye then said, "Master, Professor Zeng's matter has already been resolved."

"Professor Zeng's matter being resolved is Professor Zeng's matter; the current problem isn't just Professor Zeng's matter alone."

"Teacher Deng's invited Professor Gong has already clearly stated his position; he won't serve as this Ward Director, telling us to digest it ourselves."

"Your task at the sanatorium is heavier, your development prospects are better; your master can't, for his own selfish gain, tie you down beside him."

"Professor Han Yuanxiao is currently entangled in troubles; the other two old brothers are shirking and dragging their feet, unwilling to take the position."

Anyone who can mix into an Associate Professor at Zhongnan Hospital has neither low EQ nor low IQ.

Interests coexist with risks; today's Zhongnan Hospital is not like before.

Although Fang Ziye left, Trauma Surgery still performs some functional reconstruction surgeries and mangled extremity limb salvage surgery tasks.

The people who come here for treatment are not ordinary in identity; without the identity and strength of a Chief Physician to wade into this muddy water of a directorship, that's putting a flirtatious burden on your own shoulders.

If it blows up one day, even a Deputy Chief Physician might not be able to keep their position.

Yuan Weihong still had to take it on.

"Professor Gong has come to our hospital; him not serving as Ward Director doesn't make sense, does it?" Fang Ziye said.

"The body is in Cao's camp but the heart is in Han's; Professor Gong Jiahe's choice—how could it be something Professor Deng and I can fathom or influence?"

"When all is said and done, Professor Gong still has dreams, and it definitely has a thousand threads of connection with that sanatorium of yours."

"He's unwilling to be entangled in mundane affairs! Our Zhongnan Hospital is just a stepping stone for him; our department needs to borrow his name for momentum—mutual benefit." Yuan Weihong analyzed it logically and thoroughly.

Yuan Weihong could still analyze some things; he wasn't completely ignorant.

Hearing Yuan Weihong say this, Fang Ziye recalled that Professor Gong Jiahe once said he was a "die-hard fan" of Old Dean Chen Song!

Henan Province is a province where the college entrance exam is nightmare-level; his child transferring from Henan to Hubei Province, with the same exam score, could at least get into a university one tier higher.

With Professor Gong Jiahe's level and influence, talent introduction would be effortless; using Han City as a stepping stone is also reasonable.

"Master, take it one step at a time; there will always be a solution." Fang Ziye said.

The situation is too chaotic; Fang Ziye can only grasp the fundamentals.

Yuan Weihong taking the Administrative Director post now fears most having no one to back him up; Yuan Weihong's talent is certainly not bad, but it hasn't reached Fang Ziye's freakish level of being able to leapfrog ten years of someone else's accumulation.

"Master, how did Professor Liu Huanglong prop up Hand Surgery?" Fang Ziye asked in a low voice.

After Liu Huanglong came to Zhongnan Hospital, all Chief Physicians in Hand Surgery were swept away in one pot; Liu Huanglong also swaggered over to lead the team—how did he shoulder it?

Liu Huanglong's strength isn't much stronger than the current Yuan Weihong either.

"Isn't that nonsense?" Yuan Weihong rolled his eyes, tone conflicted.

What identity do others have? What identity do I have?

Fang Ziye accompanied a smile on the surface, but inwardly slowly understood Liu Huanglong's previous "helplessness."

Borrowing power from his father-in-law, so he inevitably falls under the control of his "father-in-law"!

Some favors his father-in-law couldn't refuse, meaning Liu Huanglong himself couldn't refuse either, so he had to choose the path of matchmaking and bridge-building.

Fang Ziye didn't smoothly get his luggage; instead, he got the car key.

"You drive the car over; come pick me up when it's mealtime."

"Today your teacher-mother and I agreed; they won't eat with us."

"I still have to go back to the department to handle some things."

"Starting next month you'll begin outpatient clinic duty; as a master, I should teach you some things, but because it's you, Master won't waste words." Yuan Weihong said.

Fang Ziye doesn't need him to teach; with his own hard strength, he can complete normal consultations.

"Master, see you later! ~" The community where Luo Tingzhu lives has a parking space that wasn't rented out, so Fang Ziye driving there to park would also be more convenient.

Fang Ziye had just driven out of the Basic Medical College gate when Lan Tianluo's call came: "Senior Brother, just as you predicted, your patient numbers were just put up, and half of the released numbers were locked immediately! ~"

Fang Ziye's matter of returning to Enshi was decided two days ago.

Fang Ziye is nominally just an Associate Professor, so adding a batch of new Deputy Chief Physician numbers wouldn't cause too big a stir.

It's just that the numbers were just released and immediately locked; if there wasn't some shady business in this, Fang Ziye wouldn't believe it.

"Okay, thanks for the trouble, Tianluo."

"That friend you know in the Information Department, push his WeChat to me; I'll have to treat him to a few more meals then."

"Because I need to compare the basic info of the patients who locked numbers now with the personal info of patients who actually come for consultation then, and then I'll know which ID sources were used to lock numbers."

"Whether it's scalpers' tricks or someone else's methods, I have to investigate properly." Fang Ziye said with a smile.

Lan Tianluo: "Senior Brother, I heard that the scalpers might even proactively contact you to add appointments and such."

"Mm, if the other party really calls, that would actually make things easier." Fang Ziye replied.

……

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye did not feel delighted because his appointment slots were instantly snatched up; he only frowned tightly.

Generally speaking, those capable of locking down this kind of appointment source are either the "scalpers" with very hard connections seeking profit, or another type of "scalpers" with some connections seeking profit.

To have a direct confrontation with them would actually be unwise.

Especially during this relatively sensitive period right now, it cannot be ruled out that people who don't get along with Old Dean Chen Song just happened to extend their reach to this line of his.

Being a doctor like this actually goes against Fang Ziye's original intention.

But Fang Ziye also had no way; the path he encountered simply led him step by step to this direction.

……

Bone Disease Department, Director's Office.

Professor Ceng Duoqin, in his forties, lowered his head slightly: "Teacher Hu, I'm sorry, it's my fault."

"You cannot retire early! ~"

"I also don't want to go to other hospitals; I'll just continue following Director Du to learn." Ceng Duoqin's words were sincere.

Du Yingshan and Professor Ning Haiqing both glanced at Ceng Duoqin and also persuaded him to stay: "Teacher Hu, Ceng Duoqin's true intention is also good; our Bone Disease Department's wards are still a bit too small."

"Actually, according to our accumulation?"

Hu Pingdong's tone was calm; he reached out and pressed down everyone's words: "Our Orthopedics Department is currently already considered independent and unique; a standalone single-story building is our ward! ~"

"They are all our Orthopedics Department's ward areas; if we want to expand further, where else is there space to go?"

"No space; then we can only build a branch hospital, establish sub-departments of the branch hospital; this requires a very long time to push forward."

"Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Beijing Third Hospital — which department doesn't have professors and chief physicians clustered together? After we develop to a certain extent, we must get used to this kind of restriction."

"Of course, I've also reached the time to step down." Hu Pingdong said.

"Teacher Hu! ~"

"Teacher Hu."

"Master." The voices of Ceng Duoqin, Ning Haiqing, and Du Yingshan all rang out simultaneously.

"That you few can persuade me to stay like this, I feel this lifetime has no regrets; at least it maintained the surface courtesy of our specialty."

"But currently, limited by the situation."

"Our department walks the conventional path; it's not that we aren't hardworking enough, nor that our qualifications and accumulation aren't enough, but that we always follow behind others, only thinking about completing the catch-up."

"So, now it's the Trauma Surgery department — they've completed the overtaking on a curve……"

"They didn't just overtake others; they overtook us even more."

"Before, I always said we must first secure our footing, learn to run first, then learn how to overtake on a curve; this philosophy might still be too conservative……" Hu Pingdong narrowed his eyes, recalling his recent twenty years.

Nodding then shaking his head, occasionally smiling, occasionally expression stern.

"Master, this Fang Ziye he?" Du Yingshan swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva in succession, his tone not very good.

"Who told you to need a favor from someone?"

"The ancients spoke well: eat from someone's mouth and your mouth goes soft; take from someone's hand and your hand goes short; even with reason you yield three parts."

"If any of you dares to say we can not cooperate with Fang Ziye, let him freely choose, and still maintain our department's development speed, why would we need to retreat like this?"

"But the problem is we can't, right?"

"This Fang Ziye you know; he looks like Monk Sha, honest and hardworking, but actually wilder than Monkey King."

"Even his teacher Deng Yong has no Tight-Fillet Spell to recite."

All three fell silent.

If they really fell out with Fang Ziye, and Fang Ziye in a huff chose another hospital's Bone Tumor Department as the first batch of clinical trial bases.

Then their fun would be big; they'd lose the most advantageous opportunity for accelerated development, and for the decades after, everyone could just sink into the shadows.

"Better off without this mess……" Ceng Duoqin muttered in a low voice.

If there were no this mess of Fang Ziye, there would also be no Bone Disease Department's chance to take off; he, Ceng Duoqin, could swaggeringly split off and go independent, no one daring to stop him.

Even if Fang Ziye made Trauma Surgery flourish however much, it couldn't restrain his Bone Disease Department.

"Hearts and minds must not be too narrow! ~"

"Overall, Fang Ziye is still our hospital's own family; when he makes choices, he'll lean more toward our own side."

"Even if we're currently having some unpleasantness, he'll still preferentially choose us."

"Of course, Fang Ziye's appearance also tells us a principle: don't walk too conventionally! ~"

"This Fang Ziye's master lineage — not a single normal person along the whole line." Hu Pingdong's seniority is old enough, so he dares to evaluate anyone.

Du Yingshan heard this and added in a low voice: "Deng Yong's methods are tricky, Yuan Weihong's personality is tricky, Fang Ziye's temper is tricky……"

"Indeed not a single normal person along the line."

The four looked at each other, then fell into silence.

A full ten-odd minutes passed before Professor Ceng Duoqin once again earnestly pleaded: "Teacher Hu, you cannot retire early! ~"

Ning Haiqing and Du Yingshan also followed along.

Hu Pingdong let out a long sigh……

Afternoon, eight-thirty.

Fang Ziye slightly drunk-snored; after personally sending the somewhat drunk Yuan Weihong home, Fang Ziye then bid farewell and left.

Walking under the community building, letting the hot wind brush his face, letting sweat soak his back.

"Beep beep beep beep beep……"

Fang Ziye's phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar number, with the belonging place being Hubei Province, Han City.

"Hello." Fang Ziye chose to answer.

There might be a new fellow trainee in Zhongnan Hospital who learned Fang Ziye's phone number from someone else; Yuan Weihong is still drunk today, and if patients come to the department, he might still have to go over and check the situation.

Or maybe make a phone call to Deng Yong or something.

"Is this Professor Fang? Professor Fang, hello, my name is Lan Qi, you can also call me Xiao Qi." A very polite voice came from the phone.

"Professor Fang, I got your phone number by asking Vice Dean Liao Jiayuan."

Lan Qi reported his own identity.

Vice Dean Liao Jiayuan, with whom Fang Ziye has had a few encounters: "Mm, you speak."

"It's like this, Professor Fang, I have a few relatives here who want to come for a consultation, and they happened to ask me about it?"

"Professor Fang, can you do a favor and make it convenient?"

"When I have time in two days, I'll bring these friends to come see you."

Fang Ziye was only slightly tipsy, but not drunk yet; he knew the social tactics and routines inside: "Sorry about that, Brother Lan, my numbers are already full, I have to see over fifty numbers a day, it's still quite tight."

"Really can't add any numbers."

"If there's nothing else, I'll rest first."

"Professor Fang, wait! ~" Lan Qi hurriedly said.

"Professor Fang, these few are really my friends, and I can't push past the face either; Professor Fang, just work a little overtime, and I'll have my friends send a few bottles of good wine over when the time comes."

"Everyone knows Professor Fang's numbers are hard to get; they came from afar and it's also quite hard work, and they're truly coming for a consultation……"

"Can't add, sorry." Fang Ziye then decisively hung up the phone, and then directly blocked the other party.

However, Fang Ziye had just walked out the door when another unfamiliar phone call came in.

The voice was still Lan Qi: "Professor Fang, why did you block my phone number?"

"Did I disturb your rest?"

"Professor Fang, look, just help out, make it convenient; eight hundred yuan per number for you, I'll just keep a little hard-work money for myself."

"Just five numbers." Lan Qi said.

"Can't add…" Fang Ziye replied decisively.

Lan Qi's breath instantly stiffened: "Professor Fang, there's no need to be so upright and unbending; eating by one's own ability isn't awkward."

"These people aren't short of money, and they can afford this money; why bother, Professor Fang?"

"You disagree now, but you'll still agree in a bit." Lan Qi carried a hint of threat.

Fang Ziye said: "Then you try; I'll see just how I supposedly must agree in a bit; what can you do if I don't agree?"

"Then you wait." Seeing he couldn't get through to Fang Ziye, Lan Qi simply hung up the phone first.

Fang Ziye felt the other party was quite stubborn, and took it even less to heart.

After going out, he continued blocking a wave, then took a taxi back to the community where Luo Tingzhu was.

After taking a shower, he video chatted with Luo Tingzhu for a while.

In the middle of the video, sure enough, there really was a call from a number Fang Ziye had remarked on — it was precisely Vice Dean Liao Jiayuan.

Fang Ziye had showered, and his emotions had calmed down a lot.

"Tingzhu, I'll take a call; it's our hospital's Vice Dean calling." Fang Ziye said.

"Okay, Senior Brother, then you rest early; I'll go organize some more data, and I'll be back very late later."

"Remember to set your alarm; Zhongnan Hospital's schedule is different from the sanatorium; you must be at work by eight o'clock." Luo Tingzhu reminded very carefully.

"But I'll call you in advance tomorrow."

"Okay, thanks." Fang Ziye smiled.

"Vice Dean Liao, hello." After hanging up the video, Fang Ziye's tone became slightly polite, carrying a hint of flattery.

For Liao Jiayuan to be able to reach the position of Vice Dean, he must have his strengths; even if it's the strength of connections, that's also one of the strengths.

"Professor Fang, sorry about that, disturbing you so late at night."

"Mainly I just received a call; my relative, did he call and annoy you?" Liao Jiayuan asked.

"Mm, seems there was a person named Lan Qi who called me, saying eight hundred per number."

"But I didn't record it." Fang Ziye said it very hard and stiff.

Having a recording and not having a recording are two different matters; right now Fang Ziye still doesn't want to make things dead.

"Professor Fang, this Lan Qi is a bit insensible."

"The current rule of law is strictly cracking down on medical scalpers and scalpers; Professor Fang, you refused well, and I've already severely criticized him; I hope Professor Fang absolutely doesn't mind."

"In the future, if he calls you again, you just record it directly and tell me; I'll personally send him in! ~" Liao Jiayuan replied with an icy tone, attitude resolute.

"Vice Dean Liao, this is still a bit too much."

"But I've already released fifty numbers a day; really can't add any more." The other party had already conceded a step, and Fang Ziye didn't push to the death either, giving the other party a step down.

"If the numbers aren't full, Vice Dean Liao, you bring people over; there's definitely no reason not to add."

"Thanks, Professor Fang, for giving face; then I'll take it seriously?" Liao Jiayuan laughed heartily.

Fang Ziye looked at the group chat for a while more, handled the necessary information, then directly fell asleep.

……

The next day, at seven in the morning, Fang Ziye heard Luo Tingzhu's sweet voice.

"Senior Brother, did you laze in bed?" Luo Tingzhu should be washing her face.

"I've already finished running; ran for twenty minutes."

"Now preparing to hurry back to shower, then go to the old place to buy a portion of hot dry noodles, add a portion of beef, add some chili pepper……" Fang Ziye described the details very fully.

"Gurgle gurgle……"

"Senior Brother, you're annoying." Luo Tingzhu was a genuine foodie.

"Hehe... I'm going back to shower."

"Actually, it's you, Tingzhu, who hasn't figured it out. Today is Sunday, not a workday. Zhongnan Hospital isn't working yet." Fang Ziye said.

September 1st, and it's still Sunday!!

"Oh oh oh." Luo Tingzhu was currently in the sanatorium's research area, which had no weekends and no concept of dates; once she got up she went to the laboratory, and it was especially fulfilling.

Although it was Sunday, Fang Ziye still chose to go to the hospital, to the department, to report to his Master Yuan Weihong.

He was a Hospital Physician, not a simple Resident Physician; he could slack off anytime, could ignore the wards, could be irresponsible.

Just as Fang Ziye took a taxi to the hospital's opposite door, got off and crossed the road preparing to rush towards the Orthopedics Building, a person immediately leaned over and walked side by side with Fang Ziye.

"Professor Fang, I am Lan Qi."

"You must help me with a favor."

"The call I made to you yesterday, the other four I've already cancelled and even compensated a bit, but the last one I really cannot cancel." Lan Qi stood one meter seventy-five, half a head shorter than Fang Ziye, with a thin build.

He looked quite handsome, not too old, estimated to be even younger than Fang Ziye.

"Professor Fang, name whatever price, I'll pay it all. You help me solve this trouble, and I'll be grateful for your kindness." Lan Qi's voice had already changed shape at this moment, no longer having last night's 'tricky angle'!

"You go away."

"I said I can't add a number means I can't add a number. I still want to live a few more years."

"We're all post-90s; reasonably refusing overtime is our nature."

"Do not impose on others what you yourself do not desire." Fang Ziye said.

"Professor Fang, Professor Fang, you're not working overtime, you're saving lives! ~" Lan Qi hurriedly cupped his hands and begged for mercy.

"I'm not that noble. I'm just earning money, doing a job, taking a salary."

"Don't bother me either. If you keep bothering me, I'll call the police!" Fang Ziye warned solemnly.

He wasn't afraid of the other party acting recklessly now.

Fang Ziye had 'meritorious service' in the sanatorium; his file was still in the Military Region Yangyuan. If the other party dared use crooked methods to deal with him, he'd dare let them try the 'consequences'.

A dead camel is bigger than a horse. Even if Chen Song was no longer the sanatorium's Dean, the sanatorium was still the Military Region Yangyuan. With this connection behind him, Fang Ziye could shake some people in Han City.

Even just calling Director Song would be enough for many people to drink a pot.

(Chapter End)