Chapter 672

"Ziye, are you sure doing it this way is useful? Aren't you taking the opportunity to get back at me?"

The next day, September 2nd, Monday.

After Yuan Weihong arrived at the department early, he went straight into the Director's Office, called Fang Ziye ahead of time to wake him up and had breakfast together; the hot dry noodles were still on the way.

"Master, why would I get back at you? Do you feel there's somewhere you've let me down?" After Fang Ziye finished brewing tea, he held it with both hands and presented it before Yuan Weihong, his tone respectful.

"It really works? Then how long do I have to practice before seeing results?" Yuan Weihong wasn't pursuing the matter of Fang Ziye messing with him; his eyebrows flew and his eyelids twitched with excitement.

"Short term five years, long term over ten years." After Fang Ziye spoke, he jumped back a step.

Yuan Weihong had already made a gesture to hit him.

Fang Ziye immediately used his right hand to push open a safe distance, saying: "Master, Teacher Deng is already over fifty, and still hasn't crossed that step."

"Professor Duan Hong is the same age as Teacher Deng, and only has a slight edge in hemostasis technique; you're only thirty-seven this year……"

"You can't hit me."

Yuan Weihong withdrew his hand and placed it behind his back.

Fang Ziye was telling the truth, but this is a universal principle; the 'principles' on Fang Ziye never apply universally, because if following normal developmental logic, Fang Ziye would still need twenty years to touch that level.

Even if Fang Ziye is exceptionally gifted, he should still have some technique.

Yuan Weihong just wanted a shortcut for himself.

"Then even if I don't practice as you say, I might still reach that step……" Yuan Weihong muttered in a low voice.

Seeing Yuan Weihong's expression had already collected itself, no longer fierce, Fang Ziye approached again: "Master, what you say is possible — do you have confidence?"

Yuan Weihong deflated again.

To have a certain status within the province, the skill to enter the inner chamber is essential; if you can't cross that threshold, no matter how deep your seniority or how old your age, others' respect for you is merely heavy on form, light on substance.

In other words, if you want heavyweight status nationwide, possessing National Treasure Doctor-level strength is a necessary prerequisite; fishing for fame is useless, connections aren't much use either.

Medicine is a special industry, a rigorous science.

No matter who it is, they won't allow others to 'legally' toy with their life.

"Then if I endure torment as you say, will the possibility really increase?" Yuan Weihong's tone was faint, rather bitter.

At this moment, how he wished his talent could be better, to break the traditional shackles and cage.

Not merely for Jianghu status, but also to glimpse higher peaks for himself.

Medicine is certainly a science where the more you learn the more afraid you become, the more you learn the more you feel you don't know, the more powerless……

"It should."

"But Master, I can't be certain either; with my current insight, my own experience, I can only say it should."

"And this kind of 'should', in Beijing Third Hospital, Jishuitan Hospital, Huashan Hospital, many seniors have certainly added their own understanding to it as well."

"I also don't know if these famous orthopedic hospitals having successors one after another is purely due to inheritance factors, or purely because the students they accept have higher average aptitude."

"With our hospital's platform, we can't do the latter experiment; in the short term, we can't recruit the nation's top-tier aptitude students, so we can only seek another path." Fang Ziye replied.

Fang Ziye is now not only an Associate Chief Physician, but also an Associate Professor.

Associate Professor is a teaching title; having assumed this position and received the Associate Professor subsidy, Fang Ziye also feels he has an obligation to do something for this vain title.

Even if it's a failed attempt, Fang Ziye has to try.

After all, Fang Ziye knows his current debridement technique and hemostasis technique levels are Level 6; this Level 6 basic skill realm currently has no way to be described in the country.

Because Level 6 doesn't appear conventionally, it's not a stage that inevitably appears.

In the entire history of medicine, Level 6 only appears occasionally; it requires absolute absolute talent to reach; aptitude and accumulation aren't enough.

"So Master is just a test subject for your teaching experiment." Yuan Weihong's gaze leveled at Fang Ziye.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye laughed: "Master, why don't you awaken some superpower, the kind that can copy others' skills like a golden finger, like in novels?"

"It'd be done right away."

"Scram—!" Yuan Weihong cursed.

Fang Ziye laughed heartily while soothing Yuan Weihong to sit down, then continued: "I made this same suggestion to Teacher Deng before, but Teacher Deng said he's old now, no longer has the chance to keep breaking through."

"So he can be lazy and not eat this suffering."

"But Teacher Deng didn't contact you directly, because this is your personal choice."

"The same choice, I'll also give to Vice Professor Chen Fang and Associate Professor Peng Long, Brother Zi Xi and them."

Yuan Weihong's mindset gradually calmed.

"Cast a wide net, wait by the tree stump, fate and opportunity, this kind of breaking out of the cocoon and rebirth, truly is painful……" Yuan Weihong said.

"Breaking through is easy, holding the ground is hard—!"

"Master, then let's settle it like this; our department, for the next few years, won't go expand any technical innovations, just do some micro-innovations on existing techniques."

"Stand firm on our footing, take mangled extremity limb salvage surgery to the extreme first, hammer our trauma surgery basic skills to the point of powerlessness first."

"After completing these preoperative accumulations, see if we can independently develop a teaching mode with our department's own attributes, complete the inheritance afterward."

"After that, we can then think about other things; we don't need to rush."

"The wine that's already been brewed, just needs to wait for fermentation……"

"Master, today I have to go take a look at Vice Professor Chen Fang's group's operating room." Fang Ziye said.

"Mm, go ahead. Today is their surgery day." Yuan Weihong nodded.

"Oh, the takeout arrived, you go get it……"

……

Once the general direction was set, the variables in the department really weren't many.

The patient volume in the department wasn't small either.

Mangled extremity patients' transfer time is originally long enough; Zhongnan Hospital's mangled extremity limb salvage surgery already has a certain reputation within the province, so transferred emergency patients from nearby aren't few.

Mangled extremity limb salvage surgery is emergency surgery; previously not many people could routinely perform this surgery, but after a year of accumulation and learning.

Now the attending physicians and associate professors in the department can all routinely carry them out.

The ward handles functional reconstruction surgeries after limb-salvage surgery and post-limb-salvage rehabilitation work.

Because the work is routine enough, with few variables, the risks faced are naturally lower, and as the surgeries become more specialized, the operative time also decreases.

Correspondingly, freely disposable study time increases.

Yuan Weihong, Chen Fang, and Peng Long formed a first-echelon study group, advancing toward that mysterious and vast National Treasure Doctor-level basic skills.

Attending physicians Zhang Zi Xi, Qin Geluo, and Nie Xuehua are the second-echelon people marching toward their dreams.

Chief Resident Jin Hongzhou is still very busy, busy managing and attending to the department's patients, overseeing the emergency limb-salvage surgeries for mangled extremities studied together with Associate Professor Xie, busy allocating various tasks...

The department's doctors: those who should prepare for graduation prepare for graduation, and those like Li Yuanpei preparing for employment continue preparing for employment.

No variables whatsoever.

The overall atmosphere looks like lying flat, rigid, by the book, strictly following rules.

About a week later.

September 8.

In the Bone Disease Department, the Deputy Chief Physician Office, after Professor Ning Haiqing read several articles, he asked Dou Xinyuan, the associate professor beside him.

"Xinyuan, what has the Trauma Surgery Department been doing since Fang Ziye returned?"

"Any new research directions?"

"This Fang Ziye's ideas are extraordinarily novel; even if they aren't our Bone Disease Department's direction, we must pay extra attention to them." Professor Ning Haiqing took off his glasses, thinking seriously.

Fang Ziye said one thing that was right: Fang Ziye absolutely lives up to the hospital's Bone Disease Department.

Because Fang Ziye led the proposal of the concept of combining the microcirculation instrument with orthopedic tumor combined chemotherapy, Zhongnan Hospital received the three highest-quality pieces of the bone tumor cake.

Currently the project is passing the Ethics Committee review, going through other review procedures, and Zhongnan Hospital's Bone Disease Department is making various preparations for the first batch of clinical trials.

Including but not limited to adjusting and optimizing chemotherapy regimens, chemotherapy dosages, etc., this requires checking a lot of data and literature, even consulting domestic experts, exchanging information...

Associate Professor Dou Xinyuan is the main undertaker of the literature-searching task, and right now his eyes are also fatigued: "Professor Ning, since Fang Ziye returned, the Trauma Surgery Department has done nothing."

"Everything is exactly as before."

"I heard Chen Fang say that originally Yuan Weihong still wanted to do something, but was rejected by Fang Ziye at the department's handover meeting without giving any face."

"Just do the original surgeries, just admit the original patients."

"For example, simple bone defects, mangled extremity emergencies, and bone transport surgery..."

Dou Xinyuan also seems somewhat fatigued; after speaking he stretched a lazy stretch: "Inside the Trauma Surgery Department itself, there are some student rumors that Fang Ziye isn't friendly enough to his own department, doesn't share the good stuff over."

"Some also say Fang Ziye has exhausted his talent, now just wants to rest on his laurels, doesn't even want to think about developing new projects..."

"All the work focus is entirely on wrapping up previous projects, and the project at his sanatorium."

Hearing this, Ning Haiqing tapped the table with his finger: "Knowing when to advance and when to retreat, this Fang Ziye is quite a good management talent?"

"Even if he really leads people, he won't make major mistakes."

"Not rashly seeking credit at the most suitable time to grab credit and charge forward — that belongs to a very meticulous person; carefulness avoids major errors."

"The other possibility Teacher Hu speculated on completely doesn't exist."

Dou Xinyuan heard this and smiled bitterly: "Professor Ning, this Fang Ziye is quite interesting? The four words 'young and promising' are embodied in him to the fullest; how can he bear not making a big splash?"

"Look at before, how arrogant he was, shouldering several projects alone, spanning two sub-specialties."

"Basically never stopped, continuous output! ~"

"After returning, yet suddenly?"

"Doesn't he feel the current situation is like having to hold in a shit until it snaps off, that uncomfortable?"

"If I were Fang Ziye, I would definitely press the advantage, think of a few more project directions and attack fiercely." Dou Xinyuan's tone carries some envy, his face full of longing.

"It's also possible Ziye himself has realized his current accumulation is already enough to last a long time, so he no longer advances rashly."

"When charging forward, the shoulders carry a burden; carrying the burden is very heavy, Dou Xinyuan." Ning Haiqing actually appreciates Fang Ziye quite a bit.

Dou Xinyuan heard this and slapped his thigh: "Oh, right, Professor Ning."

"Last month, that is August, at this year's Hubei Province Natural Science Award and Science and Technology Progress Award ceremony, Fang Ziye didn't go in person."

"Had someone accept on his behalf."

"At that time, the scene actually wasn't very good-looking; everyone thought Fang Ziye was throwing a fit at the provincial leaders."

"Now it seems, maybe it's not like that."

Hearing this, Ning Haiqing froze: "Ziye got a First Prize and didn't go accept it? Didn't Deng Yong kick his butt?"

Last year Fang Ziye only got a Second Prize, but this year, Hubei Province felt Fang Ziye's contribution was strong enough, so gave two First Prizes.

Respectively the Natural Science First Prize and the Science and Technology Progress First Prize.

Such an honor, logically speaking, Deng Yong and the hospital absolutely would not ignore, letting Fang Ziye directly act like a hooligan.

And Ning Haiqing knew, Fang Ziye was in 'leave' status in August, Fang Ziye completely had this time.

"Professor Ning, Fang Ziye should be fully running the National Award procedures."

"National Technical Invention Award Second Prize, National Science and Technology Progress Award Second Prize, Natural Science Third Prize. Just-released internal news, end of September will go to the meeting to accept awards." (This is a parallel world, dates slightly modified, selection is also once a year, readers please don't take completely seriously)

Whether provincial-level awards or national-level awards, they are actually determined in advance, but only announced and awarded at the National Science and Technology Conference and the National Science and Technology Award Conference.

Han City University's award weight this time is very heavy, so they got internal news in advance.

"Deng Yong this is Qin Shi Huang eating Sichuan pepper, winning like crazy." Ning Haiqing is extraordinarily envious.

"But Natural Science only Third Prize; if it were Second Prize, it would be even better."

Ning Haiqing feels quite regretful, then continues: "But after all it's not a basic theory breakthrough; wanting to get a good ranking on the Natural Science Award is not easy."

"Professor Ning, it's enough already! ~"

"At least, in Hubei Province's medical circle it's completely enough! ~ For the next ten or twenty years, no one will dare touch Fang Ziye's position."

"Once this award is secured, one's ranking and status become completely different from ordinary people like us."

As one of the highest national-level awards in our country's scientific and technological field, the National Science and Technology Progress Award's conferral grades are comprehensively evaluated based on the innovation degree, difficulty and complexity, advancement of main technical-economic indicators, overall technical level, achieved economic or social benefits, potential application prospects, transformation and promotion degree, and role in industry development and technological progress of the projects completed by candidates and candidate units.

In the face of the real world, everywhere operates solely on results.

Once Fang Ziye obtains these current awards, it can basically stabilize Fang Ziye's ranking at Han City University and Zhongnan Hospital.

To put it more badass, now Director Du Xinzhan can be replaced, but Fang Ziye cannot be replaced; even Zhongnan Hospital's vice deans can be swapped out one by one, but Fang Ziye cannot be removed.

The reason it's not that the dean can be replaced is because Dean Wang obtained the 'National Science and Technology Progress Second Prize' several years earlier than Fang Ziye, and is also a top-tier senior predecessor!

"Fang Ziye definitely got the news long ago, that's why he's so unhurried." Dou Xinyuan said.

Upon hearing this, Ning Haiqing blinked curiously and put on his glasses: "How much is the prize money for the National Science and Technology Progress Second Prize again?"

"150,000." Dou Xinyuan remembered clearly.

"Oh, right."

"Only 150,000..." Ning Haiqing shook his head.

"Too little. So many people don't want to win it."

Hearing this, Dou Xinyuan felt a sudden chill; you're actually that kind of Ning Haiqing?

Never mind 150,000 prize money, even if you had to pay 500,000 out of pocket, the line of people would stretch from Zhongnan Hospital all the way to Xiangya Hospital.

September 8th, Sunday.

Han Street, inside a restaurant.

After Fang Ziye entered the private room, he discovered there were only two people inside: Liu Huanglong and Liu Huanglong's doctoral student Chen Xiangjun.

"Fang Progress, booking you once is now harder than ascending to heaven? Today Professor Fang has finally graced us with his presence." Liu Huanglong gestured for Fang Ziye to sit down while speaking.

"Teacher Liu, ascending to heaven only requires doing the simplest exercise; to see Teacher Liu you have to walk a winding, roundabout path, right?" Fang Ziye drove the half-hanging cart.

Liu Huanglong is a surgeon himself, no need for Fang Ziye to explain what the simplest exercise is.

He quickly composed his expression: "You really were corrupted by Brother Wei after all."

"Ordered the dishes, take a look if you want to add anything." Liu Huanglong handed over the tablet.

"Teacher Fang." Chen Xiangjun was the same age as Fang Ziye, his whole person was square and upright, with large muscle mass, looking quite sturdy.

"No need to add more, Teacher Liu."

"Would be a waste if we can't finish it." Fang Ziye said while fanning himself.

"It's the weekend today, Ziye you can have a small drink, right?" Liu Huanglong sought out Fang Ziye today for no other reason, just to have a meal.

"Can drink a little less; yesterday my fellow disciples were rushed over the top by my Master, this morning they all woke up with headaches! ~" Fang Ziye touched his nose.

Upon learning Fang Ziye had won such a major award, the department still upheld the longstanding jianghu rule: Fang Ziye had to treat everyone to a meal.

The meal was a meal, but with Lan Tianluo and the others absent, Yuan Weihong incited Li Yuanpei and the others to force drinks; unexpectedly these beasts really didn't treat Fang Ziye as human.

Three against one, Fang Ziye was forced to drink until he passed out.

The consequence was most people passed out right along with Fang Ziye.

"That's because Professor Fang you're popular, everyone wants to toast you, it's only human nature." Liu Huanglong said.

Fang Ziye laughed and said: "Our fellow disciples also hold great respect for Teacher Liu, wonder if Teacher Liu would be willing to give them a chance?"

"Should I call them over in the group chat?"

Liu Huanglong directly exploded, yanked Fang Ziye's ear: "You're getting more and more insolent now."

Fine, Liu Huanglong directly disregarded jianghu rules and pulled rank by age; Fang Ziye decisively couldn't outplay him.

"Teacher Liu, recently several professors from the Bone Disease Department have been interacting with you quite closely; wonder if Teacher Liu can tell me the truth."

"Right now, has our hospital's Bone Disease Department launched clinical trials ahead of schedule or not?" Fang Ziye's gaze turned calm.

"This kind of talk doesn't allow fakes."

"Otherwise, Teacher Liu you might also have quite big trouble."

Upon hearing this, Liu Huanglong's expression instantly turned solemn: "What? Fang Ziye, you wouldn't still bring the 'Embroidered Uniform Guard' to kill your way to my home, would you?"

"Teacher Liu, rules are rules."

"I haven't broken rules myself; anyone else who wants to break rules, aren't they all trying to shit on my head?" Fang Ziye replied.

The approval rules for early clinical trials and clinical treatment methods are all experience and lessons piled up with millions or even tens of millions of human lives throughout history.

No one is allowed to break this rule.

Some people break this rule to grab eyeballs, and the end result is singing 'Iron Window Tears' inside an orange, even if they feel their research results are very advanced and shocking.

Because clinical trial rules are a bottom-line layer of protection for the most ordinary commoners, not letting them become 'illegal test subjects' for no reason!

Not everyone understands the risks of medical trials.

"No." Liu Huanglong shook his head; he knew Fang Ziye was telling the truth, not joking.

"Good that there isn't; also congratulations to Teacher Liu on your happy acquisition of the major award." Fang Ziye said.

The microcirculation instrument's R&D was led by Liu Huanglong; for the awards Fang Ziye received, Liu Huanglong was also nominated.

It's just Liu Huanglong didn't claim credit for it, didn't 'show off mightily' in front of department colleagues to steal the peach.

Maybe he thought about it, but considering Fang Ziye's combat power, he didn't dare.

"Heh, I just hitched a ride on your coattails, Ziye."

"But my mood is relaxed too; later I might be able to have a few more small drinks..."

"Before today, I've already treated Yuan Weihong and Teacher Deng Yong to several meals. All drank quite happily." Liu Huanglong is very good at handling interpersonal relations.

This matter let him gain an advantage; naturally he would reciprocate to Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong, Fang Ziye's two Masters, on another level.

Liu Huanglong understands human relations himself, so Fang Ziye instead had much less trouble; otherwise his two teachers might have nagged in his ear.

"Teacher Liu, when do you plan to advance into Functional Rehabilitation Technique?"

"I heard Professor Zhou Yan from Xiangya Hospital say he's quite familiar with you," Fang Ziye asked.

"I went to study with him a few years ago; it's just a pity Professor Zhou Yan later changed tracks."

"Ziye, how did you get hooked up with Professor Zhou Yan again? When did this happen?"

"Can you contact Professor Zhou? If so, could you ask him to come over and give me a few more demonstration surgeries? I always feel it's still not quite enough."

Liu Huanglong spoke instinctively, then noticed Fang Ziye holding his head high and chest out, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

"Holy crap..."

"You've mastered it again." Liu Huanglong's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his swallowing motion exceptionally forceful.

"Teacher Liu, then I can also not know it! ~" Fang Ziye said.

"Cut the nonsense. Why aren't you developing new projects and new surgical techniques in your own subspecialty? What do you want with me?"

"Want me to be your vanguard again?" Liu Huanglong's eyelid twitched.

"Let me make this clear first: no matter what you say, I'm adopting a conservative policy right now. Our specialty's current foundation isn't weak either..."

Fifteen minutes later.

Liu Huanglong signaled his student to go lock the door, tone respectful: "Professor Fang, go over your idea in detail again."

"Teacher Liu, you already have plans, don't you? Professor Zhao Le from Tongji Hospital mentioned it to me several times before. If you really don't have time, I won't bother you." Fang Ziye started putting on an act.

Where is there anyone who isn't 'bad'? Either their accumulation isn't enough, or the atmosphere isn't suitable.

(Chapter End)