Chapter 692: The Price of Reversing the Past! (Please Subscribe)

Han Yuanxiao wiped his gray-white hair, a stubborn cowlick springing up on the right side.

Han Yuanxiao, a kraft paper bag wrinkled by the years; the nasolabial folds on either side of his nose were deep as if carved by a knife, extending all the way down to the drooping corners of his mouth.

The shoulder lines of his custom navy suit remained crisp; the Hermes belt had to be punched two extra holes to cinch his loose waistband, the whites of his eyes yellowed and turbid, his pupils as if veiled by a layer of frosted glass.

Fang Ziye said, "Teacher Han, you should just say what you need to say; where is there any principle of whether the time is suitable or not?"

"This isn't a place to talk; let's go inside the office and speak." Fang Ziye opened the fingerprint password lock of the Director's Office himself using his fingerprint.

After Yuan Weihong took the post of Trauma Surgery Administrative Director, he changed the password fingerprint lock; Fang Ziye was the third person to have his fingerprint recorded.

After Han Yuanxiao followed Fang Ziye into the office, he reached out and said, "Ziye, you don't need to make tea for me; I'll leave once I'm done speaking, I fundamentally can't sit still."

Fang Ziye put down the tea leaves in the drawer, turned and picked up a disposable cup, poured a cup of water for Han Yuanxiao, then gestured for Han Yuanxiao to sit in the director's chair.

That used to be Han Yuanxiao's home turf; Fang Ziye, on the other hand, dragged over a red rubber-legged stool: "Teacher Han, what exactly is the situation right now?"

"By rights, if you can prove your innocence, this matter should have drawn to a close, no?"

"Could it be that the data I gave you has some problem?"

"Jinhuan didn't tell me either, did she?"

Han Yuanxiao doesn't pursue other people's plagiarism either; surely he can't be forced to die aggrieved?

Han Yuanxiao took the water cup and set it down, shaking his head as if rattling a rattle: "The data you gave me, Ziye, has no problem."

"The experiments for my previous paper, by current research technology standards, were very simple; they only took six days and the results came out."

"The basic data plotted into figures is almost identical to my published paper; the weighted difference is within normal tolerance range; I have already submitted these data to our hospital and Han City University's Research Integrity Office."

"Internal feedback has already been given, sufficient to prove there was no plagiarism."

"But?"

"This matter, after all, involves some old friends; wanting to purely prove one's innocence isn't that easy either."

"Plus."

"Don't know how, but the school and hospital privately leaked word, saying my two friends might be involved in academic fraud; this talk even reached the family members' ears."

"Now? They've shown up at the door, and produced other evidence……"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's brain momentarily crashed; his eyelids blinked hard a few times, then he asked: "Professor Han, this thing — you still retained substantive evidence?"

Whether the data source of Han Yuanxiao's paper was genuine, Fang Ziye had no way of knowing.

But everyone in academia knows that when you publish a paper, especially in earlier years, you only need to provide the final results, no need to directly append the original data.

Therefore, this gave Fang Ziye a certain operating space.

The experimental results were only to argue the conclusion; therefore, by modifying certain experimental condition parameters, the result figures could be fine-tuned and corrected.

But to modify and correct experimental condition parameters requires extremely deep and extremely fundamental basic experimental skills, in order to fine-tune without changing the original experimental direction.

That is to say, only someone like Fang Ziye would have the opportunity to pull this off.

But if Han Yuanxiao had retained substantive, "fed" data evidence back in those years, then Fang Ziye also wouldn't know what to do.

Han Yuanxiao continued shaking his head: "It's not that I plagiarized! ~ Or that I left behind any evidence."

"Rather, it's said that I falsely accused and framed a martyr; this hat has been pinned on me; the reason I'm 'recanting' now is precisely to make it a dead man's word against no one."

"The other side insists I plagiarized, just that I knew the original experimental parameters; the experiments weren't actually done by me at all."

"I also have a hundred mouths but no defense! ~"

"After all, this matter still has to comprehensively consider social influence; their family members even found reporters……"

"They also privately sought me out to talk."

"Her father probably knows some of our affairs, so he hopes we can let them off; after all, the person is dead."

"When young, who hasn't made mistakes."

"The school leadership and hospital leadership mean the same thing now."

Fang Ziye finally understood; this was just wanting to muddle through.

Equivalent to yellow mud falling into the crotch of one's pants — not shit, but shit all the same.

Now, no one will go repeat that paper's experiments; just afraid the data won't match up in the end; the paper published twenty years ago, the person dead sixteen or seventeen years, yet still have to recant and nail on the hat of 'academic misconduct'.

"Professor Han, then what do you mean?" Fang Ziye asked.

Han Yuanxiao's gaze was very innocent: "Of course I hope I can prove my innocence; I was innocent to begin with."

"If this paper weren't my master's graduation thesis, how much could it affect me?"

"But?"

Han Yuanxiao felt extremely wronged; so many years ago, a landmine he had never been aware of happened to explode on his later self.

And right when he was 'at the height of his limelight'.

Actually, if the target of Han Yuanxiao's plagiarism weren't someone with a special identity, it would be more manageable; the matter wouldn't have blown up this big.

Under the current situation, although Han Yuanxiao has proven his innocence, it's hard to completely shake off his own hat.

Because there are always some things that can't be explained clearly; for instance, you know the detailed data parameters, but you didn't do the work back then — it was someone else who gave them to you?

You only repeated it belatedly now; in fact it's still plagiarism, also another kind of academic misconduct.

Fang Ziye took a deep breath, not particularly anxious: "Professor Han, this is obviously someone trying to take advantage of the situation to kick a man while he's down! Clinging to this matter with no intention of letting go."

So-called academic struggle is like this; as long as you yourself aren't clean, you can forget about having a good time.

Actually, Han Yuanxiao himself isn't particularly "clean" either!

If no one pursues it, fine, muddle through; but once someone pokes it out, it will affect Han Yuanxiao's whole life.

Virtue has no damn use for professional skill, but a bad reputation is easily ruined and hard to build.

Han Yuanxiao hesitated for a while, then said: "Ziye, actually this time I came to find you to say, in case I go to extremes on this matter."

"For a period afterward our Zhongnan Hospital Orthopedics Department's reputation will all be implicated, but to prove my innocence, I have no choice."

"So I must choose to do so! ~"

Fang Ziye nodded: "Teacher Han, for the sake of your own future, doing things slightly more extremely is certainly understandable."

"You want to apply to repeat the experiments of those two teachers, right? Directly tear off all the fig leaves."

Fang Ziye knew what Han Yuanxiao wanted to do.

Since his own experiment was repeatable, the other party's experiment certainly couldn't be repeated.

You want to make a scene? Then make it big. Anyway, as long as the authorities recognize you in the end, the Hospital and Department's short-term reputation can't be worried about for now.

Because once this kind of thing hits the news, even if you have a twist ending later, many uninformed onlookers often don't look at the ending and follow-up.

The final verdict will be that you people of Zhongnan Hospital have no character.

"Ziye, I know my choice is selfish, but I have no way."

"I can only smash the pot and sink the boat, fight a desperate battle."

"A living person can't be suffocated to death, right?" Han Yuanxiao lowered his head.

Right now, he actually was a loser!

From the overall situation, Zhongnan Hospital's development momentum is flourishing now; a Han Yuanxiao doesn't help the Orthopedics Department much, giving up is just giving up.

From the Orthopedics level, they won't let you carry the Department's reputation to gamble your future.

Just, from the angle of our own people, no one has the face to let Han Yuanxiao directly carry the black pot when he has already proven his innocence!

If Han Yuanxiao has already proven his innocence, and you still push him out to die, then hearts will scatter.

At this time, the best choice is for Han Yuanxiao to retreat a step himself, willing to give up the defense for the sake of Zhongnan Hospital Orthopedics' reputation, calmly and comfortably accept all sanctions.

Then the Hospital, School, and corresponding Institutions will appropriately give Han Yuanxiao some compensation.

Fang Ziye then continued unhurriedly: "Teacher Han, this matter, someone is definitely deliberately targeting you. You know what I mean, right?"

"Do you know exactly who it is?"

Han Yuanxiao was stunned: "Is this important?"

This is the frivolousness on me, a dead end. If you don't want to blow it up, even if you know who, you can't do anything to them.

After all, you yourself are not clean.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Teacher Han, this is very important."

"I'm not good at fighting and slashing knives, but actually you and the Old Professors, including my teachers, are definitely good at it."

"The prerequisite condition we grasp now is that your experiment is also right, and that teacher's experiment is also right."

"Just by a freak coincidence, in an extremely impossible coincidence, the coincidence's feedback overlapped."

"Someone wants to deliberately provoke a dispute, even at the cost of besmirching a hero's reputation, they must provoke a dispute." Fang Ziye replied blandly.

"How is this possible?" Han Yuanxiao answered instinctively.

My experimental results are right, theirs are also right.

The three of us, damn it, the experiments we produced just happen to be this coincidental?

A one in ten million probability was hit by us?

"In the paper, detailed experimental parameters won't be involved; we can design experimental parameters ourselves."

"Teacher Han, I say it's right, then it's definitely right."

"The rest is the time for you and the Old Professors to do things."

"You said it?" Fang Ziye's voice was extremely confident, his temperament still very steady.

Han Yuanxiao's whole person petrified; the twenty-thousand-yuan watch's second hand ticked click-clack, in the dial's reflection his gaze was even more lifeless than the frozen dumplings in a freezer.

But suddenly, a sharp light radiated from the dial, as if it could sever everything.

Right eyelid nerve twitched, every twenty seconds jumping a desperate tango, dragging the mouth corner muscles into involuntary spasms:

"Truly, truly?" Han Yuanxiao's voice trembled, he fundamentally didn't dare believe the fact his ears heard.

"Yes, this is a fact."

Fang Ziye said: "Teacher Han, matters must have a clear right and wrong; otherwise, Han City University and Zhongnan Hospital professors can slander out of thin air, then in the future can a single person just splash dirty water on Zhongnan Hospital?"

"Then why didn't you say so earlier?" Han Yuanxiao's eyes were blood-red right now, in an instant he wanted to strangle Fang Ziye, emotions completely out of control.

Looking at Fang Ziye's expression, actions, and state, he had actually made corresponding preparations long ago.

"Teacher Han, before a person reaches despair, they don't know what despair feels like."

"If I said it early, you also wouldn't necessarily be willing to struggle to the bottom! You might have just muddled through."

"What I need is stability, is no one daring to move hands and feet against us again, I can't be bothered to deal with it!"

"There are too many things we can do."

"Wasting time on this is wasting your own life!" Fang Ziye's voice also became sonorous and forceful.

The solution, Fang Ziye had prepared long ago.

The two papers' results presented, different paths same image.

The arguments they support are different, only the expressed methods are similar, this is very normal.

For example, you want to prove x > 6. y greater than 9.

There is an intermediate number 20 < z < x < y, then one argument directly proves two different theses.

Han Yuanxiao's Adam's apple bobbed gulu-gulu, eyes blood-red even more: "Fang Ziye, how did you do it?"

After obtaining Fang Ziye's affirmation, Han Yuanxiao only then dissipated the instinctively burst anger, only then imagined Fang Ziye could achieve this step, a probability of fishing a needle in the ocean.

In this, Fang Ziye doesn't know how much energy and heartblood he consumed.

Current Han Yuanxiao is moved by Fang Ziye's sacrifice.

Fang Ziye and Han Yuanxiao are not relatives or old friends; calculating it, the two even had some friction; the previous Han Yuanxiao when in the Chief position, even tripped Fang Ziye up.

But under such premises, Fang Ziye still helped, and helped by completing an almost impossible miracle.

Fang Ziye's sacrifice is completely using a cannon to hit a mosquito — wasting energy.

While Fang Ziye was deducing different experimental pathways under different conditions, he actually obtained results that were nearly perfectly identical, and the margin of error completely conformed to the standards of modern experimental science!

This was equivalent to Fang Ziye forcibly re-deriving two experiments, and through modifying details and direction, bringing their results into a state of complete coincidence.

The result was that neither of the two people was wrong!

If Fang Ziye had used this time to calculate another research project, it would certainly have been a project not less significant than the Limb Salvage Surgery for Mangled Extremities.

But Fang Ziye expended so much for the sake of Han Yuanxiao.

Fang Ziye did not know Han Yuanxiao's thoughts, and replied, "Teacher Han, asking how it was done now has no meaning."

"When we encounter a problem, we must go solve the problem."

"Moreover, we must not only solve the problem, but simultaneously also solve the person who raised such an irrelevant problem; that is the main point."

"Even if he is merely a surface-level lackey, we must still do a good job of killing the chicken to warn the monkey."

"Because we are all Zhongnan Hospital people, so in situations where I can help Teacher Han, I will certainly do my utmost to assist."

"To the outside we are one family; in daily life there may be some minor conflicts, but in the vast majority of cases, family members find it hard to become enemies."

After listening, Han Yuanxiao began to size Fang Ziye up and down.

Fang Ziye still had delicate, handsome features, a face that made men jealous, but Fang Ziye's gaze was far more resolute than before.

The whites of his eyes were clear yet had shed the purity of one unversed in worldly affairs; within them seemed to hide many secrets.

Especially Fang Ziye's temperament — it was extraordinarily mismatched with his appearance; he was not merely mature in outward aspect, but from inside to outside, the aura he exuded, his every movement and gesture, all proved Fang Ziye's maturity had reached another height.

Fang Ziye was exceptionally clear on his own positioning, exceptionally knew his own place, exceptionally lucid about what he must do, what he wanted to do, and even what he must do in advance.

This was the bearing a highly qualified adult ought to have.

Moreover, within this adult Fang Ziye's body lay dormant energy nearly equivalent to a nuclear bomb detonation; such a Fang Ziye was even more terrifying.

Fortunately, however, Fang Ziye seemed to be 'one of us'!

As long as I myself do not harbor a second heart, and do not engage in framing or slandering Fang Ziye and the others, Fang Ziye is 'one of us'!

Han Yuanxiao laughed: "Ziye, perhaps we really have grown old."

"Or perhaps, you understand how to be a leader, how to control people, even better than me, better than the two of us, Deng Yong and I."

Han Yuanxiao had also served as a department director, had also wielded power, and knew that in such a position one must win people over.

But Fang Ziye's methods of winning people over were truly not something he could compare to.

One was the gap in capability; two was the gap in what one could give to others.

There are always people who do not understand why there were death-sworn warriors in ancient times, but in fact, after truly understanding the structure of this society, after truly understanding the hardships of society and life.

The saying 'A scholar dies for his confidant' is no longer an ancient rumor.

As long as you give enough, there will be people willing to sell their lives for you; such a method of winning people over is countless times more substantive than painting big cakes!

Han Yuanxiao had always felt Fang Ziye was still young, merely a child holding a sharp sword, but this time, Han Yuanxiao realized Fang Ziye had grown up.

And grown up in every aspect — his vision, his methods, his self-awareness, his underlying logic for doing things and the support for that logic of doing things — all were extremely, extremely mature.

"Teacher Han, that may not necessarily be so!"

"You need not be too anxious, or rather, we fundamentally need not be too anxious."

"When we encounter a matter, we go resolve the matter, and moreover not only resolve the matter."

"I personally feel heroes should be in the hall of fame, not held in someone's hand; anyone who wants to use them as a tool in their hand is defiling them."

"We should all revere heroes."

"This is perhaps a gene engraved in the bones of us Eastern Han people!" Fang Ziye spoke very candidly.

The former Fang Ziye did not have too much personal experience, but during the time working at the sanatorium, Fang Ziye had witnessed many things.

Shrapnel hidden in bodies, sequelae and pain after executing missions, Big Brothers who became hemiplegic to save people, uncles who guarded border regions and came to the sanatorium with whole-body multiple muscle atrophy...

No need to discuss whether these people truly experienced real war; their willingness to sacrifice for ordinary people, to sacrifice for strangers, makes them heroes.

The first time Fang Ziye heard of Elder Zhang, he instinctively wanted to think of every possible way to let him spend his later years a little happier, because that was the only thing Fang Ziye could do.

"I'm going to see Professor Li and them; I need to tell these things to them."

"I'm leaving first." Han Yuanxiao stood up, then hurriedly left.

He didn't even drink the water Fang Ziye personally poured for him, and just ran straight out like that.

"Professor Han." At the doorway, Han Yuanxiao ran into Yuan Weihong; Yuan Weihong even greeted Han Yuanxiao.

"Yuan Weihong, I have an urgent matter right now; we'll chat next time." His footsteps were flying fast, practically rushing outward.

As if a monkey just released from under the Five Elements Mountain seal.

……

"Master, I haven't eaten breakfast!" After Yuan Weihong entered, Fang Ziye acted coquettishly on one hand while starting to boil water and fetch tea on the other.

Yuan Weihong then mysteriously opened a cabinet door, took out a tea set tray, and pushed it before Fang Ziye.

"Find it yourself!" Yuan Weihong sat cross-legged right there.

Natural wood grain like ancient painting texture strokes; purple sandalwood-colored growth rings interspersed with lightning-shaped orange-yellow cracks; the pot knob carved in lingzhi shape, dense gill folds with hand-carved traces, every depth deviation not exceeding 0.03 millimeters.

The teapot base engraved with Yuan Weihong's seal-script large characters.

But Fang Ziye quickly looked at the overturned cup bottoms of the teacups, and turned over the one cup whose bottom bore Fang Ziye's seal-script characters of matching size. The inner wall's ice-crack pattern resembled a cracked glaze network.

The remaining teacups' bottoms were respectively engraved with the names of Lan Tianluo, Jie Han, Yuan Weihong and the others.

One pot, four cups — no extras.

"Master, aren't you afraid Zhengyang will get jealous?" Fang Ziye asked with a smile.

Yuan Weihong rapped Fang Ziye on the head: "A person's energy in a lifetime is limited; a master cannot bring along too many disciples."

"Besides, all the graduate supervisors under heaven can treat things with three-minute heat, only being better to the first few and the last student!"

"When it comes to me, it's not allowed?"

"There's no such principle!"

Yuan Weihong immediately picked up his own tea canister, carefully using forceps to extract a tea cake: "You're a teacher now too, can you guarantee you'll treat all your students equally from now on?"

"I'm watching, aren't I? Don't stand there talking without your back hurting."

Fang Ziye smiled at those words: "Master, being a master is too tiring, I plan to lie flat from the very beginning."

"Look at the students I teach, I just throw them into a sanatorium, toss them a research project, and it all depends on their personal aptitude and fortune! ~"

Yuan Weihong thought for a moment, and felt that was true.

Both envious and not envious: "You didn't learn a single bit of the teacher's good qualities, but you seem to have picked up a few bad habits, or so I've heard?"

"Heard you've got a nickname now, Fang Little Ye."

Yuan Weihong's nickname, North Sea One Leaf.

Fang Ziye's nickname Fang Little Ye, making them a master-disciple duo wandering the jianghu unrestrained.

"Master, who in our hospital has such a loose mouth? Why does everyone like giving people nicknames?"

"Am I unrestrained?" Fang Ziye said very sincerely.

"If I were unrestrained, the people saying this might not even have the qualifications to meet me." Fang Ziye turned tsundere.

Yuan Weihong immediately followed with another knock: "Say you're fat and you start panting! ~"

"Now you'd better obediently explain to me what you did during this whole vacation!"

"A whole vacation, your master I waited left and right, top and bottom, the wine I bought for you is about to expire, and you didn't make a single call, didn't reply to a single message! ~"

Yuan Weihong stood up, his gaze beginning to bore into Fang Ziye.

In Yuan Weihong's view, how Deng Yong treats Fang Ziye is Deng Yong's business.

How Deng Yong arranges things for Fang Ziye is Deng Yong's business.

How Deng Yong treats Fang Ziye well is Deng Yong's business.

In Yuan Weihong's view, Fang Ziye is his first student; when he first met Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye was quite shy, and he had more than once put on airs in front of Fang Ziye, feeling he should have the bearing of a teacher, holding up his own 'demeanor'!

He raised Fang Ziye like a Teletubby, so a private celebration banquet for Fang Ziye would inevitably include his family's share.

"Master, this, really isn't convenient to talk about."

"I spent the whole vacation saving people, nearly worked myself to death! ~" Fang Ziye didn't say it explicitly, just started rubbing his wrist.

"You saved people for a whole vacation? Who are you fooling?" Yuan Weihong said irritably.

Rescuing for a whole vacation, the person would've been long gone.

"Mm! ~" Fang Ziye delivered the word like carving, precise but deep.

Yuan Weihong was instantly silenced dry.

"Then it should be hard to say, I just won't ask you! ~"

"Come, try this tea..."

"Professor Du Yingshan sent it, told me to let you taste it specifically."

One sentence from Yuan Weihong directly crashed Fang Ziye's forehead.

He looked at Yuan Weihong in astonishment.

No, Big Brother Yuan, you've barely been Director for any time and you're already taking the corruption route?

Professor Du Yingshan's 'backdoor gift', you just take it this directly?

"Return, it's a return gift." Yuan Weihong hurriedly added, and at the same time, he rubbed his right temporal area where he deliberately grew his hair long to comb left covering his Mediterranean 'fine hair'.

Fang Ziye's gaze still flickered; Du Yingshan sending things over was nothing more than for the microcirculation instrument and the bone tumor chemo clinical trial pilot.

Appropriate social exchange, if Yuan Weihong consciously keeps control, isn't impossible; Fang Ziye: "Master, you put it that way, I feel I should send a gift to Professor Du instead."

"I have a relative arranged under him, surgery scheduled for tomorrow's first station."

"Who?" Yuan Weihong pressed.

"An uncle, spinal region osteosarcoma, originally planned for surgery at Xiangya Third Hospital, I persuaded him over." Fang Ziye hadn't forgotten Liu Gaobo's matter.

Only in October did the clinical trial approval formally land; during the vacation, Chen Song's condition was especially unstable.

Liu Gaobo is a tumor, delaying a day or two doesn't matter at all, but if Fang Ziye rushed back for surgery on the 6th and 7th, the previous efforts in Enshi might go to waste.

"Then you judge the situation yourself, best to wait until things settle before making the rounds. What to send, you decide yourself."

Yuan Weihong spoke to here, put down his right hand, used his right index finger to tap on the tabletop seven or eight times:

"Ziye, you've now struggled out from the bottom layer of medicine; from now on, what you face isn't just predicaments, but also some social exchanges."

"These, a master really can't give you very earnest advice on."

Not in his position, not plan his governance, not know his joy.

The path of medicine, if one can struggle out, the building of a connections network can be very broad.

As long as your medical skills pass muster, your connections network can expand by leaps and bounds.

Generally speaking, during the Resident Physician, Attending Physician, and Deputy Director stages, your connections network can hardly jump out of this hospital, but once you reach Director and Professor stages, the upper limit of your connections network becomes hard to define, varies by person.

Fang Ziye, though currently only a Deputy Director and Associate Professor, has already reached the 'qualification circle' where Zhongnan Hospital openly recognizes he can hold his own!

And with Fang Ziye's personal ability, this connections network will certainly break through the conventional Deputy Director's connections network.

"Master, I just started sitting outpatient clinic, I won't think about these yet! ~" Fang Ziye knew Yuan Weihong's meaning.

Last month, when Fang Ziye was sitting outpatient clinic, people tried to slip him things, but Fang Ziye certainly wouldn't take them.

Including last month during ward rounds and surgeries in clinical, many people wanted to add Fang Ziye's phone number or WeChat, but Fang Ziye refused them all.

"You not thinking about these now is fine, but you can't never think about them."

"As long as it's human activity, it's impossible to be completely isolated."

Yuan Weihong first made one point clear, then immediately added: "But you've been to the sanatorium, if you still plan to work in the sanatorium later, then you can ignore these."

So-called social exchanges, ultimately just finding yourself a few more retreat paths, raising your fault tolerance and work efficiency to a certain extent.

If Fang Ziye has other paths to walk, in daily work, choosing the path of desirelessness makes one firm, then no one can affect Fang Ziye.

As long as they don't think about "promotion," those little minions in the system are "True Big Brothers"!

Fang Ziye hasn't decided on this topic yet, so he just focused on brewing tea and didn't discuss it in depth.

The things to do next are actually relatively simple.

That is, drink tea, eat breakfast, handover, ward rounds, do surgery.

……

At the morning handover, Yuan Weihong sat somewhat nervously in the Director's seat. After the on-duty nurse and duty doctor finished the routine handover, he spoke eloquently:

"Our department currently has four most routine categories of surgery: one is complex pelvic fractures, two is treatment of nonunion, three is functional reconstruction after mangled extremity emergency surgery, four is common functional reconstruction surgery."

"Although these four categories of surgery are routine surgeries within our department, for the whole province, for the whole country, they are still not the 'most routine', 'everyone can do them' surgeries."

"So, we must pull ourselves together and not slight any detail."

"We must ensure quality and quantity, properly arrange each day's surgical schedule according to each group's different situations, continuously refine the details in surgery, and appropriately form each group's habits and rhythm in surgery……"

"Any hospital's daily surgeries, the department's relatively routine surgeries. And any different roles in any hospital, when facing daily work, their pressures are certainly all different! ~"

"For example, our Team Leaders, the Attendings learning surgery, the Doctors tagging along, the Master's Students new to the department — your levels of understanding of surgery, levels of cognition, and accumulation of basic skills are all different."

"So, you must also find your own positioning."

"Those who should grind surgery skills grind surgery skills; those who want to improve surgery find ways to optimize and improve each detail; those Attendings who should read through the overall surgical framework must calm down and break down the framework of the surgical process."

"Those Doctors who want to accumulate basic skills must combine the department's routine surgeries, in the Training Room, in daily work, when following the Chief Resident doing emergency surgeries, hone their own basic skills."

"As for our department's Professional Master's Students, your main task is to first accumulate basic medical theory, build basic surgical operations, strive to one day earlier evolve on the operating table into even a small role doing a suture — this is your task."

"All our superiors came up this way."

"What I have to say is just these! ~"

Finished speaking, Yuan Weihong looked at Professor Gong Jiahe, his brows and eyes slightly charming: "Professor Gong, do you want to say a few words?"

Gong Jiahe heard this, nodded and said: "I've only been here a few days."

"But I heard that our department's Skill Training Room has some interesting little operation techniques for honing basic skills. I hope one day Director Yuan can organize a few Doctors to integrate these little operation techniques and hold a small class, so we can also broaden our horizons! ~"

Gong Jiahe is a very professional Trauma Surgeon, and also a Top Surgeon, therefore his observation is meticulous.

Even though he just came to the department, he learned that some Master's Students at Zhongnan Hospital, under a relatively advanced surgical development atmosphere, have relatively good basic skills.

Moreover, just occasionally hearing some Master's Students and Doctors chatting, he realized that the "secrets" Fang Ziye taught in the Training Room were not ordinary.

This kind of keen perceptiveness is also exactly commensurate with his identity as a Top Professor.

Hearing this, Yuan Weihong instantly turned his gaze toward Xiong Jinhuan and Li Yuanpei: "Li Yuanpei, Xiong Jinhuan, you two are the Senior Brothers among the Doctors! ~"

"This class will be your responsibility to explain and make the PPT. I want to see results by next Monday."

"Professor Gong is waiting."

"Okay, Teacher Yuan." Li Yuanpei and Xiong Jinhuan stood at two corners of the crowd, both nodding.

Although the teaching reform was created by Fang Ziye, its most direct beneficiaries are not Fang Ziye himself, but students like Xiong Jinhuan who urgently need to improve their basic skill level.

So this task naturally cannot be directly assigned to Fang Ziye to waste time and energy.

After ward rounds began, Fang Ziye became proper and well-behaved, honestly following behind Yuan Weihong, only speaking occasionally.

During this period, whether it was patient family members who knew Fang Ziye greeting him or those who didn't, Fang Ziye tried his best to conceal his presence.

Otherwise, his momentum would be too overwhelming, causing Yuan Weihong, as the Ward Administrative Director, to lose face.

Of course, during ward rounds, Fang Ziye gave Yuan Weihong a lot of face; during the surgical process, Yuan Weihong was also very honest in giving Fang Ziye full presence in every detail of the surgery.

Having shed the teacher's burden, he also upheld the principle of asking when not understanding; anywhere that wasn't transparent enough, or not done well enough, he had Fang Ziye demonstrate.

The four words "humbly seeking knowledge" were also interpreted to the fullest.

These surgeries, placed in many prefecture-level city hospitals, are almost impossible to complete; even placed in top-tier hospitals like Tongji Hospital or Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Professor Duan Hong and others would find them tricky and difficult.

But in Zhongnan Hospital, it's actually just a difference between completing them well or not.

This is the advantage of seizing the initiative, developing it yourself, and being at the relatively most professional level.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the two surgeries arranged by the group today were finished.

After surgery ended, Li Yuanpei and other Doctors and Master's Students each went their own way — those who should go to the Training Room went to the Training Room, those who should go to the Laboratory went to the Laboratory.

"Wei Ge, Ziye, are you free today?" Just as Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong came out of the operating room, Qin Geluo's very polite and ingratiating voice came.

"I made an appointment with Master Nuo. How about we find a place? Have a small drink?"

At Qin Geluo's side, Li Nuo, who had gone to Spine Surgery for a few years, returned again.

The current Li Nuo, under the operation of his "Old Mount Tai," has been promoted to the honorable "Deputy Chief Physician," promoting in professional title even before Qin Geluo.

And the reason for the promotion and return is mainly because the development prospects of Trauma Surgery far surpass Spine Surgery, so naturally he should return to his own professional field.

Li Nuo bumped Yuan Weihong with his buttocks, tone frivolous: "Wei Ge, give a chance to pick up the soap."

"Yesterday's banquet was yesterday's; us old brothers' sincerity is our own."

"Brother Luo, Master Nuo." Fang Ziye greeted the two, looking toward Yuan Weihong.

Hearing this, Yuan Weihong could only suppress his inner unhappiness and said: "Then you choose the place."

Qin Geluo and Li Nuo had both spoken to this extent; the master and disciple's drink today could only be postponed again.

A promotion banquet, because of different participants, gets split into five, six, seven, eight times.

Fang Ziye's "honor" this time probably won't be finished celebrating in less than ten or so times.

Mainly because Fang Ziye is too inhuman; such a good holiday and he doesn't arrange to come out.

"Then it's settled! ~"

"Thanks Wei Ge, thanks Professor Fang for giving us a chance to bootlick."

"Slurp." Li Nuo shamelessly sucked his mouth, making a piercing sound, acting cheap in a way Fang Ziye had never seen before.

However, Fang Ziye had only driven halfway to the meal when the phone rang.

Traffic was heavy, Fang Ziye couldn't conveniently answer; Yuan Weihong leaned over and answered Fang Ziye's phone, and even turned on speakerphone.

"Professor Liu." Yuan Weihong spoke first.

"Yuan Weihong, you're not in the operating room either, so why is Ziye's phone with you? What are you doing together?" Liu Huanglong's suspicious voice came through.

"Ziye went to shower." Yuan Weihong's face didn't redden, his breath didn't quicken.

Yuan Weihong was only one year younger than Liu Huanglong; they were of the same generation. When they got flirtatious together, their flirtatiousness was not comparable to that of Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi.

A saying goes well: the righteous gentlemen you see are only that way because you aren't the person who makes them act flirtatious.

Men are playboys until death; it has nothing to do with age.

"Ho~ly~ shit~"

"You fuckers really play wild; I was planning to have Ziye help me review a case! ~"

"Come on, Yang Wenzheng, you come talk to him." Liu Huanglong's voice came back again.

Yuan Weihong froze for two seconds then got angry: "Liu Huanglong, are you sick? Calling after off-work hours."

"Don't you have any time awareness?"

Acting flirtatious in front of a single person is emotion; acting flirtatious in front of a group is being a dumb cunt.

(Chapter End)