Chapter 695: Disrespecting the Elderly and Not Respecting the Elderly

"Ziye, do you want to meet the patient's family before surgery? During rounds this morning, they were still asking me about you."

"I thought you'd have met them by now since you've been back a few days, Ziye." Professor Du Yingshan suggested privately after the preoperative discussion ended.

Fang Ziye shook his head slightly: "Professor Du, let's not meet before surgery. I'm the lead surgeon too; I'm afraid I'd have scruples if I met them."

"Treating relatives is one of the biggest taboos in medicine, but fortunately they aren't too close."

"If the postoperative results are good, then everything can be worked out."

"I hope we can still leave some room for maneuver now."

Fang Ziye refused both outwardly and inwardly.

If he hadn't gone to Henan Province with Luo Tingzhu again, even if Luo Tingzhu hadn't handled her family relationships well, Fang Ziye as Luo Tingzhu's boyfriend should have gone to see Aunt Ruan and Liu Gaobo.

But after going to Henan Province and meeting Luo Tingzhu's father Luo Pan, Fang Ziye also found he didn't know how to handle this relationship anymore.

Some secrets and hardships, some people's struggles and experiences, could only forever sink into the roller wheels of history.

There are some dark sides you can't imagine, never placed before the public; even after declassification, what some people encountered would not, and dare not, be made public.

The cruelest things most recognized by history are actually just the tip of the iceberg inside.

Fang Ziye didn't know how these people handled things, so he didn't dare to disturb them casually, for fear of uncovering some festering old scars...

In this world, there are far more people who handle things better and have greater energy than himself; it wasn't up to one Fang Ziye to lecture and handle all problems.

"Doctors avoid treating relatives; this is better."

"Then Guan Qiquan, you go notify the patient and family; go to the operating room now to prepare, jointly with Director Zhang Quan of Spine Surgery, for Liu Gaobo's proposed spinal tumor 'microcirculation instrument-guided' combined chemotherapy preparatory plan."

"The total surgery time is estimated at around forty-five minutes."

"It's now nine-ten in the morning; we officially start around nine-forty, and finish the surgical operation at ten-twenty-five! ~" Professor Du Yingshan made the corresponding surgical arrangements very meticulously.

Currently, the standard treatment principle for bone tumors remains unchanged!

Preoperative neoadjuvant radiochemotherapy, first eliminate the tumor's diameter; after neoadjuvant radiochemotherapy reaches a certain stage, then perform surgical resection; postoperatively, give periodic radiochemotherapy to completely kill the remaining tumor cells, to extend the patient's survival period.

A more refined summary is: radiochemotherapy, surgery, radiochemotherapy.

Radiochemotherapy under microcirculation instrument-guided intervention is actually an innovation performed during the radiochemotherapy stages before and after surgery, requiring one additional surgical operation.

It looks like taking off pants to fart, but is actually very necessary.

Because according to animal test results, if combined radiochemotherapy is done well, ablation can even replace resection.

The void formed after tumor ablation in the lumbar vertebrae can be treated minimally invasively with PKP or PVP, allowing the patient to abandon traditional internal fixation and reduction surgery.

This is very much worth looking forward to.

The group immediately stood up and headed toward the operating room.

Spine Surgery was not in the Orthopedics Building, but in the Surgical Building, just one floor above the operating room, so everyone only needed to walk downstairs.

"Fang Ziye, regarding Liu Gaobo's tumor staging, based on imaging results and PETCT results, it's still quite considerable."

"I personally feel he might achieve tumor ablation through combined chemotherapy, then undergo PKP fixation treatment post-surgery, with a quite good prognosis."

"More importantly, under microcirculation instrument intervention, the chemotherapy cycle doesn't go through systemic blood circulation; the chemotherapy drug dosage the patient can bear during the cycle is at least twice the traditional chemotherapy dose."

"If the Phase I clinical trial results are good, Ziye, you've truly opened a brand new door for our bone tumor specialty's treatment! ~" Du Yingshan spared no words of praise.

"Hope so, but even with microcirculation instrument intervention, the development of precise targeted chemotherapy drugs remains the correct direction for future tumor treatment research."

"After all, current clinical trials cannot fully predict long-term prognosis! ~"

"Regarding tumor recurrence and tumor reoccurrence, these two prognostic aspects, there is no say at all." Fang Ziye's brow was tightly furrowed, and he didn't say everything.

The microcirculation instrument combined chemotherapy plan is indeed great, but not omnipotent, unable to achieve very perfect efficacy.

But even if imperfect, it's a minor flaw not hiding the jade; it fundamentally doesn't affect its 'greatness' once mature!

Preoperative anesthesia and surgical operation went very smoothly.

Professor Du Yingshan said there was still extra time.

Because the current surgery is actually not a surgery for treatment purposes, but rather a small operation performed for treatment with the microcirculation instrument as the goal.

Actually, the operation process isn't considered complex.

If Liu Gaobo's tumor weren't in the vertebral body but in the limbs, Fang Ziye wouldn't need to personally operate at all.

Thirty-nine minutes, and all operations were finished.

Liu Gaobo was in the light general anesthesia stage and woke up at the forty-seventh minute; by the time the postoperative work of the surgical operation was done, he happened to be very clear-headed as he left the operating room with Fang Ziye and Huang Pengcheng.

Liu Gaobo recognized the masked Fang Ziye and said with a smile: "Professor Fang, thank you for your hard work, and thank you for the trouble."

"It's nothing, Uncle Liu."

"The microcirculation instrument went very smoothly; over the next period of time is the chemotherapy stage, then Auntie and Younger Sister will need to take good care of you! ~"

"Actually, if your condition is good at this stage, you can wear a waist support and get out of bed; it's just that showering will be more troublesome." Fang Ziye replied.

"Being able to get out of bed is good, being able to get out of bed is good! ~"

"If I could get out of bed and walk around during the entire surgery period, that would be perfect."

"When I went to the outpatient clinic at Third Hospital before, the doctors there told me I needed to cut, fix, put in steel plates, and lie in bed for many days; I was just afraid..." Liu Gaobo said, saying more and more, and also felt he had said too much.

"Anyway, thank you, Professor Fang."

Saying bad things about other hospitals in front of doctors at Zhongnan Hospital wasn't something that would make Fang Ziye and the others happy.

Because Liu Gaobo could say Xiangya Third Hospital, and turning around might also say bad things about Zhongnan Hospital.

People working in hospitals don't like patients saying bad things about other hospitals; perhaps there are some, but that's not something an individual can reverse.

"Rest well; this hard battle has just begun." Fang Ziye patted Liu Gaobo's shoulder.

Aunt Ruan Qiutao and Liu Xia were waiting at the operating room doorway; after receiving Liu Gaobo, the two also thanked Fang Ziye again.

But because Liu Gaobo was about to return to the ward, the two of them didn't delay for too long.

The bed management doctor was the one who sent the patient back; Fang Ziye and Huang Pengcheng only symbolically escorted him to the operating room doorway, then changed to seeing him off with their eyes.

After everything was over, Huang Pengcheng slightly turned, lowered his voice and said: "Ziye, can you privately find some free time to pass on your microcirculation instrument operation technique to me?"

"Although it might not be of much use to you, for our specialty, it's a divine technique."

Huang Pengcheng was Associate Professor Du Yingshan's associate professor, and at this moment his face was full of expectation.

"Brother Cheng, it's not that I'm unwilling to teach you, but for the more common microcirculation instrument pathways, Professor Liu and the others have already formed standardized protocols."

"As for the rest, that's individualized design; there are no specific rules to speak of, and I haven't summarized it well yet either."

"Bone tumors grow in all sorts of bizarre locations; they don't follow any routine at all. Unlike amputations, which are just a very simple segment."

"It's really not that I, your younger brother, am unwilling to teach." Fang Ziye explained tactfully.

Upon hearing this, Huang Pengcheng sighed with emotion: "How come even creating an original technique still has no operational routines or shortcuts?"

"Being a doctor is too hard! ~"

"Haha, but it doesn't matter if you can't learn it; this brother, I've made up my mind to befriend you! ~" After Huang Pengcheng finished speaking, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone.

"Open your QR code, I'll scan you! ~"

"Never had a chance to add your WeChat before; now that we've run into each other face-to-face, I absolutely can't let this slip."

While Huang Pengcheng skillfully opened his screen and WeChat, he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, yet his thoughts were exceptionally meticulous.

"Although I could have other brothers push your WeChat to me, I still feel that doing it this way isn't polite enough."

"Asking for contact info should obviously be done in person, right, brother?"

Fang Ziye smiled and held out his phone: "Brother Cheng, you're right."

"Next time when we're free, let's meet for drinks! ~"

Huang Pengcheng said: "Ziye, don't just keep staring at those brothers in your Trauma Surgery and Hand Surgery; our entire Orthopedics Department has many more brothers waiting for you to cherish."

Fang Ziye also nodded in agreement——

"Brother Cheng, if there's nothing else, I'll head back first! ~"

"This Liu Gaobo is an uncle of mine; trouble you to look after him a bit more."

Huang Pengcheng patted his chest in guarantee, looking honest and trustworthy: "Easy, easy. Professor Fang's uncle and my uncle are definitely the same."

Fang Ziye then left the operating room first.

Today Trauma Surgery's surgeries were nothing special; after Fang Ziye drank last night and packed his things to return to the department to deliver stuff, he also took a look at the basic situation of today's scheduled surgery patients in Trauma Surgery.

"Tingzhu, Uncle Liu's microcirculation instrument has already been connected; his chemotherapy regimen was personally set by Professor Hu Pingdong of Bone Disease Department and Professor Tu Chao of Tumor Department together." Fang Ziye sent a voice message to Luo Tingzhu.

Professor Tu Chao is a newly renowned professor in Zhongnan Hospital's Tumor Department; although he isn't a Ward Director and his seniority isn't old, he enjoys fame within the hospital.

Those in the know all know that in Zhongnan Hospital's Tumor Department, finding Tu Chao might be a little bit more reliable than finding other more famous professors.

Luo Tingzhu seemed silent all morning, but in reality was waiting at any moment: "That's good, hard work, Senior Brother."

"I'm mainly a bit nervous; otherwise I'd also want to come back and check on Uncle Liu."

"You properly guard your Bone Tumor Department over there; where are you running off to today? West China Hospital Second?" Fang Ziye asked.

"No, still at West China today. Running another group; tomorrow going to Sichuan Provincial People's Hospital."

"Hmm... wait a moment, I've got something here..." Just as Fang Ziye was about to approach the Orthopedics Building Trauma Surgery, he heard cursing and grumbling voices.

"You Orthopedics people really bully others too much; giving you a whole separate building for the Orthopedics Building is one thing, but how many operating rooms did you get?"

"Now you still want more?"

"Our entire specialty, three groups share one operating room in total, your Trauma Surgery three groups already have two operating rooms and it's still not enough, you still want one?"

"Have you any shame?"

"Those who don't know would think your department is number one nationwide, even globally." The voice came from a middle-aged man, with a title of balding, and his scolding was very heavy.

The one currently accompanying with a smile in Trauma Surgery was Vice Professor Chen Fang: "Professor Teng, please calm down, have a sip of water first."

"We also didn't know about the problem you reported, ah?"

"Our Trauma Surgery's current Director is Yuan Weihong, who just took office recently, with shallow seniority! ~"

"If you say we fought and snatched for it in the hospital, then you come scold us, we'd accept it."

"But you also know, whether it's Director Yuan or the previous Director Deng, including Director Han Yuanxiao, none of them ever mentioned this matter."

"Why the hospital's Medical Affairs Department made this arrangement, you should go ask the Medical Affairs Department, ah? You coming here to vent complaints, it's no use against him either?"

"We didn't ask for it, the hospital insisted on giving one..." Chen Fang's words were halfway spoken when the sound of Professor Teng slapping the table rang out.

"What do you mean?"

"So you Orthopedics are precious? You don't want it, but the hospital still forces it on you; our Burn Department is that useless, the hospital sees we can't make use of the operating room and just takes it away?"

Professor Teng slapped the tabletop heavily again: "Is that what you mean?"

"You didn't say it openly, who knows if you accommodated some connections in the dark; that Deng Yong of your Trauma Surgery, is he any good?"

"In ancient times, he'd absolutely be a eunuch who clips between being human, playing both sides. Outwardly righteous, inwardly harboring treachery..."

"And that Yuan Weihong, what good thing is he? I heard."

Fang Ziye happened to walk to the doorway right now, originally having circled past, just about to continue eating melon with Luo Tingzhu.

But this Professor Teng directly launched personal attacks on his own teacher, and that Fang Ziye couldn't tolerate.

"Thump thump thump! ~" Fang Ziye knocked on the door then directly pushed it open.

"Teacher Chen, busy? I've got a bit of an urgent matter to find you."

Chen Fang made eyes at Fang Ziye, signaling him to leave quickly.

But Fang Ziye was determined to make Professor Teng shut up, so naturally wouldn't leave just like that: "Teacher Chen, really a bit urgent."

"Who is this teacher?"

Professor Teng said: "You guys have business go do business, I didn't come looking for you!"

"You get Yuan Weihong over here for me, even if he's on the operating table you call him over! ~"

"I want to properly reason with him, exchange a few moves."

"What thing is this? Jumping onto my face to take a shit."

Fang Ziye heard this and scanned Professor Teng up and down again, saying: "Teacher, calm down."

"My master is currently on the operating table performing surgery. You say to call him down — without special circumstances, that's not appropriate, is it?"

Professor Teng said: "Is the current situation not special enough? Not urgent enough?"

"If today's matter isn't clarified, I'll come every day. I've already come four days."

"You tell your master: if he doesn't show his face, doesn't give me an explanation, wants to be a turtle hiding in its shell, then from now on I'll come to your department every day to drink tea!" Professor Teng directly started acting like a rogue.

Fang Ziye called Chen Fang out. Actually there was nothing important — he just wanted to make Professor Teng shut his mouth.

Professor Teng is a Chief Physician; criticizing Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong a bit is perfectly justified.

But out of sight, out of mind — how he curses in private doesn't matter. Fang Ziye heard it, though, and still had to handle it as appropriate.

Of course he wouldn't confront Professor Teng head-on.

The other party is in a rage right now; reasoning definitely won't get through.

……

After chatting a few sentences with Luo Tingzhu, Fang Ziye went into the operating room. After scrubbing in and stepping up, he stood at the assistant position and told his master about Professor Teng raising hell in the department.

Yuan Weihong shook his head: "What can be done?"

"The ones who suffer the overt loss is their Burn Department."

"Accurately speaking, ever since our hospital's Plastic Surgery Department was established, the Burn Department's patient volume has been decreasing. In the past half year, surgery volume and outpatient numbers have both dropped nearly one-third."

"Before they could still do some cosmetic and flap surgeries. Now those have also been split off, yet they still occupy two operating rooms — that's really hard to justify."

"Professor Teng has indeed come several days. He couldn't reason it out in the hospital, so he came to our department to make trouble."

"Nothing more than wanting us Hand Surgery to cede a portion of surgical permissions."

"But those are disease types managed by Hand Surgery. I wouldn't dare open that mouth." Although Yuan Weihong hadn't met Professor Teng face-to-face, as Ward Director he understood Professor Teng's intent like a clear mirror.

The Burn Department is very important!

Every hospital must have a Burn Department, but the Burn Department is a department with very obvious cyclicality.

Before it was just seasonal variation; now it's even more a department with strong randomness.

With burn patients decreasing and specialty divisions becoming increasingly refined, the Burn Department having fewer and fewer patients is an inevitable development path!

"So that's how it is? I was wondering why Professor Teng came to scold people." Fang Ziye nodded and began coordinating as assistant.

But after only a few minutes of operating, Fang Ziye yielded the position, giving Qin Geluo the first assistant spot. He himself went to the third assistant position, becoming the true core technical control.

Every time Yuan Weihong looked up, he could hear Fang Ziye say: "No problem, Master, you just do whatever!"

"Anything goes!"

This is Fang Ziye's confidence, and the backbone of a team.

Hearing Fang Ziye's authorization, Yuan Weihong's courage grew too.

Although not to the point of messing around randomly, some surgical approaches he originally only thought about — he slowly turned them into reality.

Having someone backing you up is the best material for learning surgery, especially for a doctor like Yuan Weihong who is already mature. What he fears is lack of opportunity and lack of courage…

Originally Yuan Weihong now should be extremely cautious. After all, with his growth, even Deng Yong would find it hard to back him up anymore.

But because of Fang Ziye's existence, filling the 'backup' role, for the next several years Yuan Weihong won't have to fear that his own mistakes fall outside Fang Ziye's range.

Surgery isn't about everyone scoring an objective 100 every time. As long as you reach above 90 by your own standard, you can reverse a patient's prognosis. These tolerance margins are where a hospital's foundation lies…

At 12:17, Yuan Weihong led Qin Geluo off the table with a flourish. Li Nuo remained to guard the operating room and handle the wrap-up. With a wave of his hand: "Speed up surgical turnover. Today strive to finish battle before 5 PM."

"Got it, Wei Ge!" The circulating nurse responded very steadily.

After Yuan Weihong left the OR, Lin Fangzhong, Gong Luoyuan and several bed-managing professional master's students filed out. Today Liu Haihua, the current 'Master's Senior Brother', acted as representative, quickly catching up to Fang Ziye's side: "Industry Brother, free tonight to come to the training room for a round?"

"Fellow disciples have been looking forward to you for a long time."

Fang Ziye last went to the training room on September 25. Half a month has passed. Fang Ziye glanced at Yuan Weihong, saw he had no arrangements, and said: "Then perfect — I'll push the dinner I didn't want to go to today."

Fang Ziye last went to the Training Room on the twenty-fifth of September, and it has been half a month since; Fang Ziye glanced at Yuan Weihong, and knowing the other party had made no arrangement, he said: "Then it works out — I'll push the meal gathering I don't want to attend today."

Teaching is the fundamental plan and long-term sustainable source for improving knowledge points. Fang Ziye would never abandon it.

Thinking it over, Fang Ziye still feels that livestreaming research teaching online is unreliable. Proper medical professional skill transmission and research skill transmission should both maintain the traditional current form.

After thinking it over, Fang Ziye still felt that doing live streaming teaching of research skills online was unreliable; proper medical major skill transmission and research skill transmission should both maintain the traditional in-person format.

Doing some popular science online can attract some people to know about Zhongnan Hospital and Fang Ziye — that's enough.

"Great, I'll reply in the group then. Senior Brother Li and them will definitely be very excited." Liu Haihua, having succeeded, hurriedly took out his phone.

Then he paused, fell out of step, and began chirping away sending mass messages.

Qin Geluo's ears clearly heard Liu Haihua and the others' voices, and he could only helplessly reveal an envious expression.

Liu Haihua and the others' age is precisely the age for learning, so they can openly ask Fang Ziye to teach.

Fang Ziye is their senior brother. But Qin Geluo, counting it up, is still Fang Ziye's teacher and senior. 'Name not proper, words not smooth' — wanting Fang Ziye to guide him requires more thought.

"Wei Ge, our group's rhythm is getting smoother. You say — can we schedule three surgeries a day in the future?" Qin Geluo suggested.

Yuan Weihong heard this and immediately shook his head: "Best not to."

"One: we're also human, not high-speed machines. Need work-rest balance. Our current surgeries should prioritize quality."

"Two: sharpening the axe doesn't delay the chopping. Our current main task is still to raise everyone's comprehensive strength, until all grow to the level of standing alone."

"Geluo, don't you usually read hospital notices? Our hospital's Guanggu Branch Campus is expected to be completed by year-end this year — formally operational by mid-next year."

"When that happens, if you get transferred there, without Ziye's backing, or even if I bring you along — what then?"

Zhongnan Hospital is indeed building the Guanggu Campus. But this matter has too little relevance to Qin Geluo, so he really hasn't paid much attention.

Yuan Weihong's proposal isn't groundless. In Trauma Surgery now, Yuan Weihong is 'Administrative Director' in name only — not properly justified.

Professor Gong Jiahe came to Zhongnan Hospital. Even Professor Du Xinzhan yielding position is a natural thing.

Although Deng Yong is called Hubei Province's 'number three', there's still a huge gap between Deng Yong and 'National Treasure' level figures like Duan Hong.

Although Deng Yong was known as the "Third-in-Command" of Hubei Province, there was still a huge gap between him and a "National Treasure Doctor" like Duan Hong.

Professor Gong Jiahe is a figure on par with Professor Duan Hong of Tongji Hospital; whether in seniority, reputation, or technical level, he stands at the leading top tier nationwide.

Currently, in Trauma Surgery, Gong Jiahe is the Group Leader Professor, and Yuan Weihong serves as Administrative Director; even if Professor Gong Jiahe says nothing, the internal framework and setup are actually not very proper.

"Third, our department's current development plan still demands precision, demands essence, demands the cutting edge, and should not demand quantity!" Yuan Weihong had already steadied his mindset, adhering to the philosophy of taking one thing to the extreme.

Qin Geluo nodded, and did not reply further.

……

Afternoon, six o'clock sharp.

Only then did Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong exit the operating room; although Yuan Weihong had anticipated finishing the battle before five o'clock, that postoperative functional reconstruction surgery for a mangled extremity this afternoon still had some unexpectedly tricky operations.

Even after discovering the problem, Fang Ziye taking over the surgery at four o'clock still consumed nearly two more hours before pushing the surgery to a relatively satisfactory state.

"If you're ordering takeout in the department, I won't keep you company, but I can arrange a boxed meal for you." Yuan Weihong knew Fang Ziye had agreed to go teach at the Skill Training Room in the evening, and tilted his head to say to Fang Ziye.

"Master, no need, you should go back and keep Xiao Qi company." Fang Ziye hurriedly replied.

"I'll just order takeout myself! By the way, ask Zhou Ge if he wants to join."

As they spoke, the two entered the Trauma Surgery ward in single file, went straight to the office to change out of their white coats, then went to routinely inspect the patients from the morning surgeries.

Lin Fangzhong, who was on duty, immediately followed closely behind the two, reporting in detail the hourly vital signs and drainage volume of each patient since leaving the operating room.

The patient has currently been awake for six hours, has taken in a little water, and is planning to drink congee……

"Been awake from anesthesia this long, drinking a little thin congee is no problem."

"What comes next is to recuperate well, follow our daily functional rehabilitation and conduct phased functional exercises!"

"Don't force it, but it's best not to cut corners either." Yuan Weihong's demeanor when facing patients and family members was extremely steady.

"Thank you, Professor Yuan, thank you, Professor Fang, we will definitely cooperate."

"My husband saw other patient friends walking and exercising freely in the department, and has long been envious beyond measure; he absolutely won't cut corners." The patient's wife guaranteed repeatedly.

Holding a small fruit platter in hand: "Professor Yuan, this is just some fruit we conveniently brought along; you and Professor Fang, don't dislike it, take it and eat some."

"You've really worked hard."

"No need, you keep the fruit yourselves, otherwise our office would have to be turned into a fruit wholesale department!"

"You've also seen, inside is already stuffed with a lot of fruit, all placed there by you family members when no one was paying attention."

"But actually it's not necessary; if it spoils it's a waste of food and money, your kind intentions we have received with ten thousand percent gratitude!"

"Professor Fang and I still need to grind through tomorrow's surgical cases, you all rest well, don't see us out, and especially don't send things."

"Recuperate well!"

After asking clearly that there were no other special discomforts, the three only then exited the ward amid the family members' 'voices of thanks'.

But Yuan Weihong's action of akimbo circling had only gone two rounds when Lin Fangzhong's low voice attacked his ear: "Master, Professor Teng hasn't left yet!"

Yuan Weihong's movement stiffened, he turned his head in shock, looking at his student.

"Still in the Director's Office right now, Professor Chen Fang has already left." Lin Fangzhong knew Yuan Weihong's mood was bad, and could only report truthfully.

"Sigh!"

"Ziye, you order a meal first, come with me to meet this Teacher Teng." Yuan Weihong pressed his fist against his forehead bone.

Fang Ziye turned to Lin Fangzhong and said: "Two barbecue rice meals, ask Zhou Ge, if he wants one then three."

"Extra meat, extra spicy, no extra rice, I'll transfer you the money later."

Lin Fangzhong is Yuan Weihong's student, Seven-Year Program, only entered the department this September, and is considered the same batch as Hu Qingyuan entering the department.

Yuan Weihong's stiff face, from the moment he entered the Director's Office, was pulled open by emotion; his ingratiating voice seemed able to soften the concrete tissue of the office walls: "Teacher Teng... Teacher Teng, truly sorry!"

"Only just finished surgery, made you wait long."

Professor Teng really had just sat in the office for a whole day, and turned his head indifferently upon hearing this: "Director Yuan, this means you don't plan to hide, and deign to come meet me?"

Yuan Weihong hurriedly signaled Fang Ziye to go add tea, while saying: "Teacher Teng, look at what you're saying, where am I hiding?"

"Every day there are surgery schedules, surgery has already opened the room, can't very well ignore the surgery, right?"

Fang Ziye walked to the tea area, and discovered this Professor Teng was also quite rude, finishing off all the tea leaves Yuan Weihong had taken out.

But Fang Ziye didn't complain either, properly and by the rules took a new box.

"Director Yuan, let's not beat around the bush!"

"You just say it, this old comrade of mine has been bullied by you, how do you plan to handle this matter?" Professor Teng, relying on his age to act arrogantly, directly drew his sword.

Yuan Weihong apologized with a polite smile: "Teacher Teng, your words are too heavy. This Xiao Yuan truly cannot bear it; you must clearly state, just who is capable of bullying you, Teacher Teng."

Teng Yuanzhen also stopped beating around the bush, and again hooked up his Erlang leg: "Our Burn Department's operating room was allocated to your Trauma Surgery."

"Your Trauma Surgery originally exclusively enjoys two operating rooms! That's two."

"Our Burn Department's operating room is still shared with Geriatric Surgery."

"Isn't this the drought-stricken dying of drought, the flood-stricken dying of flood?"

Yuan Weihong interrupted upon hearing this: "Teacher Teng, this is the Hospital Medical Affairs Department's arrangement, our Trauma Surgery never brought it up!"

Teng Yuanzhen coldly laughed upon hearing this: "You didn't bring it up, but isn't it because you kiss ass so well, making some of your department's patients comfortable?"

"So bullying by relying on power, seeking profit by authority!"

"Now who doesn't know your Trauma Surgery is part of the High-ranking Official Ward's bed allocation?"

Yuan Weihong this time directly locked the closed Director's Office door with a backhand lock: "Teacher Teng, please speak with caution!"

"Our hospital indeed has a High-ranking Official Ward, but that is the Geriatric Department's managed ward area, and has not a penny's relationship with our Trauma Surgery!"

"As for operating room allocation, it is the Medical Affairs Department and Surgical Department comprehensively arranging based on each specialty's surgery volume."

"How come you're pursuing responsibility onto me?"

"If you feel I went crying and shouting to snatch it, you produce evidence, I'll immediately apologize, and apply to return the operating room to you."

"But for things that don't exist, you also cannot falsely accuse."

"Relying on age to act arrogantly isn't any good temper." Yuan Weihong's reply was also quite rude.

It was also because Yuan Weihong was unwilling to make a big deal out of it; otherwise, Li Guohua from Trauma Surgery or Old Professor Xiong Zhizhang would have come here and beaten Teng Yuanzhen right out, and he still wouldn't have dared to fight back.

Teng Yuanzhen's face twitched uncontrollably; although he had long known Yuan Weihong's mouth was vicious, having his fig leaf torn off to his face still made his old face burn slightly: "Director Yuan, a wise man doesn't speak in riddles! ~"

"Our Burn Department has it tough; originally our surgical volume isn't much, and if the surgery schedule isn't timely, some patients might leave."

"Director Yuan, you should know, our Burn Department is a relatively traditional department, and currently the surgical directions we carry are limited."

"How about this, let's discuss: you lend us the Trauma Surgery operating rooms for a few days?"

"I don't need much, two days a week is fine, just to maintain the previous surgical rhythm."

"I hope you can understand our department's difficulties."

"Our Burn Department can't compare to your Orthopedics Department." Teng Yuanzhen spoke with both voice and tears.

However, Yuan Weihong simply didn't buy this act: "Teacher Teng, you say traditional department?"

"Right now, in the whole hospital, how many specialties are more traditional than our Trauma Surgery? Huh?"

"Our Trauma Orthopedics has existed for at least several thousand years."

"Now even some better town hospitals can do fracture surgery; how long has it been since our department did a pure fracture surgery?"

"When our Trauma Orthopedics was struggling before, did the hospital consider our feelings?"

"In the early 21st century, prefecture-level city hospitals and county hospitals developed rapidly in surgical level, causing our level of hospital's trauma patient volume to plummet."

"At that time, our department's old professors also went to intercede for others, saying our Trauma Orthopedics was traditional, but what was the result?"

"On the two words 'preserving tradition', you can't bully our Trauma Orthopedics! ~"

The Burn Department could at least admit some fracture patients, but Trauma Surgery hasn't admitted pure symptomatic patients for a long time.

Timely, Fang Ziye had already brewed the tea and pushed it to Teng Yuanzhen and his own teacher respectively, using not the special cups Yuan Weihong bought, but disinfected large glass cups.

Hearing this, Teng Yuanzhen's breath hitched several times.

"Then... then..."

"Then Director Yuan, do me a favor; right now, our hospital's Hand Surgery has a huge surgical volume, anyway they don't do flap transfer surgery, you might as well go discuss with Director Liu."

"If they're unwilling to do those surgeries, just hand over the surgical authority to our department." Teng Yuanzhen retreated to ask for the next best thing.

Perhaps this was Teng Yuanzhen's main purpose all along.

Yuan Weihong laughed and refused again: "Teacher Teng, Hand Surgery's surgical authority is our brother departments' family affair. Even an upright official finds it hard to judge family affairs."

"I can't open this mouth; if someone has to go speak, it can only be Teacher Teng you yourself."

Teng Yuanzhen instantly slammed the table and stood up violently, losing his temper: "Yuan Weihong, this you won't do, that you won't do, what exactly do you want?"

Yuan Weihong also slammed the table and stood up: "Teacher Teng, it's very simple."

"You do whatever you want! ~"

"If you want the operating rooms back, go find Medical Affairs yourself; if you want the flap transfer surgical authority, go find Hand Surgery yourself."

"This is your freedom."

"I'm just someone who does things; I obey hospital arrangements."

Yuan Weihong then raised his voice several octaves, looking threateningly at Teng Yuanzhen's raised hand, warning: "You still want to hit someone?"

Joke, if you hit me I'll hit back.

Teng Yuanzhen looked at Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong, two burly men, instantly pull their hands back, swing a fist and smash it on the table.

"A dog relying on its master's power! ~"

Yuan Weihong also restrained the anger on his face, saying: "Teacher Teng, actually the hospital is still relatively fair."

"If you feel the Burn Department has development potential, or you can lead the Burn Department to the national forefront, you can bring the Burn Department people to sign a military order!"

Hearing this, Teng Yuanzhen's face instantly fell: "Me?"

"I can't learn to be like you... that group of reckless men."

Fang Ziye heard this, the corner of his eye tightening.

Although Teng Yuanzhen didn't say it explicitly, Fang Ziye could roughly guess; those old seniors of Zhongnan Hospital Orthopedics, in their heyday, must have fought hard for Orthopedics' development.

Signing a military order is no good 'choice'!

Equivalent to putting a whole generation's 'heads' on the line; if they couldn't fulfill the military order's content, they'd have to collectively resign in responsibility...

In their era, who could be so reckless?

The faces of old men like Li Guohua and Xiong Zhizhang froze in this instant; they were no longer one symbol after another.

Zhongnan Hospital's original body was just Ezhou Medical College, just a junior college!

Only in the early 21st century was it merged into Han City University; at that time, Zhongnan Hospital had only been a Top-tier Grade-A Hospital for ten years! ~

In just a dozen years, Old Senior Li Guohua and the others, from this kind of family background, stubbornly raised Zhongnan Hospital's Orthopedics to the top three in the province!

Only then did we and others have the shade we enjoy; the hardship within is hard for ordinary people to imagine.

"Teacher Teng, you won't agree to this, won't agree to that."

"Then please leave, we won't see you out."

"Since you know our department produces reckless men, then before I call our department's old seniors over, don't come provoke trouble."

"Our Orthopedics can reason, and can also not reason; can use force, and can also not use force."

"Please leave, we won't see you out! ~" Yuan Weihong generously opened the door's deadbolt, pulled the door open, not giving an inch of face.

Yuan Weihong's figure stood tall and straight!

During Yuan Weihong's graduate studies, Zhongnan Hospital Orthopedics' status was already slightly better, but Yuan Weihong following his teacher Chu Lao Professor also ate bitterness.

So he knew Orthopedics' development was not easy, impossible to hand over the resources finally gotten to others cupped-hands.

Fatty meat delivered to the mouth, no reason not to bite!

When there's bitterness eat bitterness, when there's meat eat meat!

Developed to now, Yuan Weihong can only accept it calmly, and on this basis, push Trauma Surgery forward one step further, and cannot turn back!

"Master, the tea is still hot." Fang Ziye added just at the right moment, just right.

Teng Yuanzhen heard this, his whole body trembled, looking at Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong, the two who completely disrespected the elderly, he flicked his sleeve, turned his back and left.

But what awaited him was not Yuan Weihong's persuasion to stay, but a heavy door closing sound from the Director's Office.

Teng Yuanzhen opened and closed his mouth several times, and left Trauma Surgery.

In the Office, Fang Ziye then picked up the teacup and asked: "Master, what is the matter with the military order Teng Professor spoke of?"

(Chapter End)