Chapter 696: Hospital Core Backbone! (Please Subscribe)

Fang Ziye's voice was calm; he set aside the teacup originally meant for Professor Teng Yuanzhen and shifted slightly to make way for Yuan Weihong to enter.

Yuan Weihong did not hide it either: "The so-called military order is exactly what the words say."

"Back then everyone was poor, resources were especially barren. To get a tilt in resources, you had to rely on guts to break through."

"The era is different now; the old seniors never teach these things anymore."

"I don't know much either; I estimate only Professor Deng and Professor Han Yuanxiao's generation know the details. Professor Deng even took a risk for you."

Yuan Weihong also spoke up for Deng Yong, never stabbing in the back.

Deng Yong's basic kindness toward Fang Ziye has never changed.

After Yuan Weihong sat down, he picked up the teacup, sipped slowly, then narrowed his eyes as he savored it: "Our Zhongnan Hospital's platform may not be much, but the Orthopedics Department's platform has always been decent."

"We were long ago rated a National Key Specialty, so the resource support for you, Ziye, has never stopped."

"Even if you went elsewhere, what you could get might not be more than here; after all, the bigger the place, the more people there are dividing the resources."

At this point, Yuan Weihong finally said a line of self-praise.

Fang Ziye had long since left the 'unit choice period'; Yuan Weihong's words were not empty talk.

Fang Ziye then said: "Master, with you and Teacher Deng here, I've never feared suffering a loss here, and I feel even more naturally at ease."

"Going elsewhere, no matter how strong the foundation, you can't avoid considering human relations — who to curry favor with, who not to offend, and so on..."

Comparing Zhongnan Hospital and the Yangyuan vertically, the Yangyuan's resources would certainly be better, but the framework and constraints are also stronger.

Chen Song treats Fang Ziye well too, but definitely not as well as Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong.

This is family and background.

"That's right! ~" Yuan Weihong set down the teacup unhurriedly.

"Everyone has their own origin and destination; even Liu Huanglong, he went to Peking Union Medical College Hospital, looks flourishing, but actually isn't as free as at Zhongnan Hospital."

Fang Ziye's palm tightened slightly, his five fingers pinching faintly: "Isn't Liu-laoshi's father-in-law that-what? Can Liu-laoshi still be restrained at Peking Union Medical College Hospital?"

"That-what is that-what; that-what isn't omnipotent!"

Yuan Weihong crossed his Erlang leg, stroked his chin, and seized the topic's natural convergence to give a reminder: "A county official is not as good as the current manager; they're not even in the same field."

"Giving you face is sentiment; not giving is duty."

"Look at the Hydraulic Engineering College's Academician big shot — can he really completely suppress a certain famous professor of our Zhongnan Hospital?"

"Even if he can, he can't do it."

"Peking Union Medical College Hospital's development wasn't built by Liu Huanglong's that-what; how much glory can he ride on you, Liu Huanglong?"

"To sum up, the biggest beneficiary is still Liu Huanglong."

"Peking Union Medical College Hospital is just a stepping stone for Liu Huanglong! ~"

Fang Ziye was slightly puzzled and asked back: "Then did Liu-laoshi return to Zhongnan Hospital?"

"Every hospital, every specialty, has its own independent inheritance."

"As long as Professor Wen Dongfang and Professor Zhu Weiguo of Hand Surgery are still alive, it won't be the current Liu Huanglong's turn to act willfully and tyrannically in Hand Surgery! ~"

"Including the previous Professor Ni Yaoping, it's the same."

"To truly be like Professor Li Guohua, peacefully step down from the Chief position and still stay on at the hospital — is that so easy?"

"In other words, if Teacher Deng and I are still around one day, you, Fang Ziye, no matter how high you leap, there will be a constraint."

"When we stop thinking of ourselves and only think of developing a platform, you, Fang Ziye, also can't act as you please."

"We will weigh pros and cons with a higher vision."

"Liu Huanglong returning from Peking Union Medical College Hospital — at most a hundred benefits to one harm; Liu Huanglong would of course choose that! ~"

"Our department's Professor Li and Professor Xiong's generation, for the development of our Orthopedics, poured their hearts and blood, to have today's family foundation and team."

"And Ziye, a person's lifetime is very long."

"In such a long river, to keep one's original heart at every stage and guard it to the end — such people are rare."

"Like Professor Dong Yaohui, like Professor Deng Yong, like Professor Han Yuanxiao..."

"Do you really think Professor Dong Yaohui was wrong? Professor Deng Yong also wrong to an outrageous degree? Professor Han Yuanxiao really not worth mentioning?" Yuan Weihong poured out everything he knew, exerting his utmost strength to help Fang Ziye broaden his vision.

This was no longer teaching, but the final push he made as a teacher.

The vision Fang Ziye currently perceives would not be lower than his, Yuan Weihong; perhaps even higher.

But horizontally, Yuan Weihong after all holds a bit of age advantage, so he spoke out everything he knew, to fill Fang Ziye's 'knowledge blind spots'!

"Master, the predicament the Burn Department currently faces, our Trauma Surgery also encountered back then, right?" Fang Ziye asked.

Yuan Weihong nodded: "Of course! ~"

"Every specialty in its development must face such a predicament."

"At that time, our Orthopedics had only two sub-specialties: one was Trauma, the other Hand Surgery."

"Back then, the old seniors had three routes to choose from: one was to wholeheartedly develop Hand Surgery, strive for Hand Surgery's disease types."

"Or add more sub-specialties — for example, now Joint Surgery, Sports Medicine, Bone Tumor, from group to department..."

"Professor Li Guohua and Professor Xiong Zhizhang chose to further deepen cultivation in our Trauma Surgery, choosing to advance toward more difficult operations, the complex fractures and nonunions others won't gnaw at."

"After many years of hardship, along with other professors of Trauma Surgery, they barely blazed a path."

"Later, the era developed very fast! ~"

"Before our hospital's patient source was about to dry up again — that is, before prefecture-level city hospitals' complex fracture technical level would also rise — you, Ziye, developed a new disease-type direction."

"So our Trauma Surgery currently need not worry about patient source, and Hand Surgery can also transform toward the most cutting-edge disease types."

"A hospital's patient source is the common people; the common people who come here to see you are the foundation of the hospital and department; you must truly solve patients' problems to speak of development."

"Otherwise?"

Yuan Weihong spoke to here, then added: "Of course, you also must develop to gain patients' recognition..."

Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye chatted a sentence here, a sentence there, until just before the barbecue rice Fang Ziye ordered arrived, then he left.

Chief Resident Jin Hongzhou also rushed over early, and upon entering he started shoveling down food like a starving ghost, embodying the essence of "eat whatever can be eaten" to the fullest.

By the time Fang Ziye and Lin Fangzhong had only eaten half, Jin Hongzhou was already rubbing his belly; he habitually set the Chief Resident's consultation mobile phone on the table and leaned back in the chair.

"The feeling of being full, so comfortable! ~"

Then he glanced sideways at Fang Ziye: "But Ziye, your way of eating slowly like this must feel even more comfortable."

"Zhou Ge, hard work! ~" Fang Ziye took a bottle of iced drink from the mini-fridge and handed it over.

"Can't call it hard work; you won't be more relaxed than me either, the things your brain thinks about all day and the pressure you face — I wouldn't dare touch them now."

Jin Hongzhou was close in age to Fang Ziye, and with the iced coffee Fang Ziye handed him, his mind was especially clear: "I heard about it."

"Last night, that kind of emergency situation Hand Surgery ran into!"

"It's because Ziye your thinking is sharp; otherwise, Hand Surgery might be holding a mortality case conference today."

Jin Hongzhou now wouldn't dare say Fang Ziye's days are comfortable.

Physical labor you just endure; enduring more or less is a matter of quantity.

But what Fang Ziye is doing now — holding things up — that's something you can't do without sufficient skill; once you can't do it, lives have to fill the gap! ~

And it may come with all kinds of "mental pressure" a team faces!

Hearing this, Lin Fangzhong looked at Fang Ziye in shock, and also mimicking Fang Ziye's manner, handed a bottle of drink to Lin Fangzhong.

Jin Hongzhou smacked the back of Lin Fangzhong's hand with his right hand: "One look and you still haven't grown sensible; are you suited to hand this fast-food drink to your Senior Brother Fang right now?"

"He has the time; you buying a cup of coffee won't bankrupt you, right?"

Lin Fangzhong is a seven-year integrated Master's-PhD program student, just entered clinical rotations; one look shows he hasn't experienced clinical tempering.

Lin Fangzhong also went along smoothly, immediately smiling: "Zhou Ge, what do you want to drink?"

"Me? Whatever, iced is fine."

"Not necessarily me."

"Beep beep beep beep beep..." Before Jin Hongzhou finished speaking, his phone rang.

Jin Hongzhou picked it up and looked: "Not talking anymore, I'm going to the Emergency Operating Room. Sooner or later I'll be worked to death."

Jin Hongzhou stood up nimbly and rushed out in quick strides.

After Lin Fangzhong asked clearly what Fang Ziye wanted to drink, he placed the order, then said: "Senior Brother, the Chief Resident really has it hard; were you and Zhou Ge about the same before?"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye smiled faintly: "That's quite a bit different."

"Now Zhou Ge, if he runs into a patient he can't handle, he just calls people directly."

"Before, what my two teachers told me was: if you encounter a problem, absolutely don't let me call them to solve it; directly call them to take the blame."

The Chief Resident period passed a year ago, yet the things that happened during the Chief Resident period remain vivid in memory.

Lin Fangzhong naturally didn't understand what Fang Ziye meant by "take the blame," only knew to nod: "That is a bit different."

"Senior Brother, I heard Lan Senior Brother and Jie Senior Brother and them can already independently perform mangled extremity limb-salvage surgery?"

"How did they learn? I heard people say, currently in the department, even Attending Big Brother Li Nuo still doesn't know how to do this kind of surgery."

"Senior Brother Li Yuanpei and Senior Brother Xiong Jinhuan don't know either; how do Jie Senior Brother and Lan Senior Brother know?"

Lin Fangzhong only knows to look at the concrete and surface of problems.

Fang Ziye said: "Learn slowly; you'll know later too."

"Li Nuo Big Brother went out for gilding before; there's loss and there's gain."

"How could one person monopolize all the benefits?"

"The situation in the department now is much better than before; almost all the Associate Professors and Attending Big Brothers in the department can independently perform mangled extremity limb-salvage surgery."

"Before I... forget it, won't talk about before..."

"Lin Fangzhong, have you decided? Learn professional basic skills first, or think about graduating first?" Lin Fangzhong is Yuan Weihong's student after all, Fang Ziye can't completely ignore him.

Actually he has always given quite a lot of care.

"Senior Brother Ning Zhengyang suggested I start learning from professional basic skills; I considered for a long time and felt it works, so I set this plan first."

"Senior Brother Fang, what do you think?" Lin Fangzhong consulted very humbly.

"We'll ultimately be doctors; I naturally lean toward you learning clinical basic skills first, learning the department's daily affairs first."

"But everyone has their own aspirations; if you want to take a purely academic route later, then the depth of clinical basic skills doesn't have a particularly huge gap."

"You just follow your cohort and learn slowly for now; practice methods are all the same. Once you practice to about the right level, Senior Brother will tell you the practice method suited to you." Fang Ziye said.

Tempering basic skills has no shortcuts.

The more refined the skill, the deeper the benefit later when Lin Fangzhong independently runs surgeries.

"Thank you, Senior Brother! ~" Lin Fangzhong nodded and smiled, then started eating; in every gesture his eyes brimmed with yearning for the future.

Because the future hasn't arrived yet, one can look forward to it.

After eating, Fang Ziye began waiting for the teaching time to arrive.

Before going to the Skill Training Room, Fang Ziye also checked the patient just transferred back to the department from the recovery room this afternoon; seeing vital signs were still stable, the stone in his heart finally settled.

A patient's matters have no small matters; no amount of caution is excessive.

One more round of rounds might waste time, but not personally making a round leaves the heart uneasy.

Actually what Liu Haihua and them said about letting Fang Ziye teach in the Training Room — it's not large lecture teaching at all!

Fang Ziye has already done a second revision on every most basic basic-skill tempering method inside the Training Room; currently it has been promoted to all Master's and PhD small groups.

With practice methods in place, what Fang Ziye needs to do is give them demonstrations, then based on each person's different level, give suitable explanations and guidance.

For example, Zhu Yunwen who repeated a year and was held back — his incision technique is currently only one step away from the Master's graduation standard: knife control depth.

Zhu Yunwen's knife control direction and path have long reached the Master's graduation standard, but in depth control he still lacks the fire.

Another example: the reason Liu Haihua's suturing technique has issues is in controlling the rotational force of both hands — still lacking.

"Not controlling the rotation angle well isn't necessarily because you're not flexible enough; perhaps your grasp of rotational force isn't precise enough."

"So, Liu Haihua, you can spare about half a month later on to practice rotational force — for example, using a needle to suture hard pumpkin rind — it might be of some benefit to you."

"But it also might not actually work; if after practicing for about half a month there's still no change, then my suggestion is invalid, and you need to hurry back and continue repeating the tofu suturing in the training room."

"Did you hear that clearly?" Fang Ziye asked Liu Haihua.

Liu Haihua nodded like a chick pecking rice, ears perked up, expression formal, his hands rapidly editing text.

"Senior Brother, heard it loud and clear, we've got a recording too! ~"

So-called learning is actually the process of recording and exchanging what one has and lacks!

Traditional teaching classrooms are one-off affairs.

But now, with the development of the times, the one-off classroom model has already become a thing of the past.

Because of the rise of iPad and mobile phone recording functions as well as speech-to-text extraction functions, one-off classrooms can be recorded.

When Senior Brother Gu Yi was at Enshi Yangyuan, he recorded many of the things Fang Ziye said, then organized and reviewed them after going home.

Senior Brother Gu Yi could think of this method, and Liu Haihua and the others naturally could think of it too; good methods get utilized.

"Mm, then next, Li Yuanpei..." Fang Ziye looked toward Li Yuanpei's direction.

Li Yuanpei shook his head: "Ziye, I won't waste time and a slot; you give Jinhuan a round. I can't divide my attention right now."

"This is already PhD Year 3."

The former Li Yuanpei might still have been torn over whether to choose a purely administrative track or a half-clinical half-administrative track.

The current him has made up his mind; this life of his will certainly not be like Fang Ziye walking a specialized professional path, he can't even reach the level of his Senior Brothers like Wang Yuanqi.

Better to honestly play to his own strengths and interests!

Xiong Jinhuan's side had already unfolded a stance, just waiting for Fang Ziye to come over, then Xiong Jinhuan would show Fang Ziye his current basic skills level.

After Fang Ziye slowly went through each person's existing level like this, he then gave targeted guidance.

With his growth in all aspects, Fang Ziye increasingly felt the benefits of solid basic skills.

And if surgical basic operations are likened to the basic skills of surgical level, then these people in the training room are the basic skills of the entire Trauma Surgery's future.

Only if they do well will Trauma Surgery's future be better! ~

Only if they develop healthily will Trauma Surgery's development be healthier.

This is also the fundamental reason why Li Guohua and the others, for the sake of a Song Yi, directly overturned Deng Yong, who was then the Trauma Surgery Administrative Director.

Fang Ziye only realizes this point now, but Old Professor Li Guohua and them probably realized this point ten or twenty years ago.

Zhongnan Hospital can do without a single Deng Yong, but cannot do without the Master's and Doctoral student groups.

Evening, eleven twenty AM.

When Fang Ziye left the Skill Training Room, not a single person left before Fang Ziye.

After Fang Ziye left the training room, the several nearby training rooms were still bright as day.

Inside the Trauma Surgery training room, Li Yuanpei's voice carried weight: "Fang Ziye also walked out of here just like us back then."

"The difference between Fang Ziye and you is that Fang Ziye didn't have the current Fang Ziye teaching him back then."

"You don't know, the Attending Physicians and even Associate Professors in the department all want your Senior Brother Fang Ziye to teach a bit, but others can't open their mouths to ask."

"So, you must cherish this kind of opportunity."

"If under Senior Brother Fang Ziye's such feeding, you still can't outdo others during the Doctoral Assessment and hiring assessment, then just accept your fate; you simply aren't cut out for Zhongnan Hospital's bowl of rice! ~"

"Talent too poor; even if you barely stay, you'll only harm the whole team later! ~"

If Fang Ziye was giving jujubes, then Li Yuanpei right now was swinging the stick.

Although the words were unpleasant, Fang Ziye once also extremely detested this kind of routine talk, but looking back, examining Li Yuanpei and the previous teachers' 'PUA'!

One would discover, every sentence is true.

The involved are confused, the onlookers see clearly!

Perhaps Zhongnan Hospital's teachers also feel that if you can't outgrow others under such an environment, then not getting a PhD is deserved, not staying is your own limited aptitude.

October 11.

Time flew by, and it was Friday.

Afternoon, three twenty PM.

Hand Surgery, in the Demonstration Classroom, after Fang Ziye finished expressing his thoughts, he said: "Teacher Liu, this is my idea."

"The first patient's surgery can be done, the second one don't touch."

"Discuss carefully with the patient's family, let them discharge."

"Her current condition, surgery cannot solve the problem."

Liu Huanglong heard this, his eyeballs rolled around, he himself was also very hesitant, and only then nodded: "Ziye, really can't think of another way?"

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Unless our team uses two whole time periods to push this one case of hers, doing nothing else, there's still a sliver of possibility."

"But that's impossible! ~ The patient probably can't wait that long either."

"Her neurodegenerative lesion has already spread into the cervical spinal canal; this place, surgery can't be done! ~" Fang Ziye waved his hand.

This is Zhongnan Hospital, not Enshi Yangyuan; there simply aren't that many resources to pile up on one person.

Even if everyone is willing to spend this time, there are so many people in the department who still have to eat; not doing other surgeries, Liu Huanglong himself wouldn't survive, and others still have to live.

"Alright, then let's arrange it like this! ~"

"Zhu Quanlin, in a bit you come with me to explain properly to Bed 14, arrange for her to discharge tomorrow!" Liu Huanglong also no longer continued to struggle.

However, Liu Huanglong asked somewhat unconfidently: "Ziye, this first surgery is also neurodegenerative lesion; you're not lead surgeon, can we really pull it off?"

"We don't have experience doing this kind of surgery! ~"

Functional reconstruction surgery also varies vastly in difficulty depending on the primary disease causing the functional impairment.

"No problem at all, Teacher Liu."

"I've done a functional reconstruction surgery for a neurodegenerative lesion before; the difficulty isn't that great, and with your team's tight coordination, Teacher Liu, we can absolutely pull it off! ~"

"However, I have a small suggestion here — I hope Teacher Liu can do your best to persuade the patient to allow the excised nerve segments to be preserved."

"Tingzhu is currently establishing a stable cell line for peripheral nerve neurodegenerative lesions, and right now there's only one set of tissue banked."

"It would be more prudent to collect a few more sets." Fang Ziye said.

Liu Huanglong immediately showed great interest upon hearing this: "Establishing a new cell line? How's the progress now?"

Fang Ziye knew Liu Huanglong was trying to freeload again: "It's done! ~"

"Teacher Liu, it's not like I'm the one leading it."

It's Luo Tingzhu's research project — you tell me if you're embarrassed or not?

Liu Huanglong might have felt a bit embarrassed too; he smiled and said: "I'm just asking about the progress out of concern; what are you thinking? Your Teacher Liu isn't the kind of person you just imagined."

Fang Ziye: "I was just thinking Teacher Liu is a good person."

Guan Qiquan couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing with a "Pfft," looking Fang Ziye up and down — the one who had truly inherited Yuan Weihong's essence — and felt that Zhongnan Hospital would definitely be lively from now on.

Fang Ziye isn't Yuan Weihong, yet he is "Yuan Weihong," and Fang Ziye's current capability isn't something Yuan Weihong at this age could compare to.

Who knows how many people will fall under Fang Ziye's seemingly harmless face.

Liu Huanglong's expression cracked for a moment; he swiped at the air: "Pah, Ziye's starting to get mischievous."

"Ziye, that microcirculation instrument microcirculation interruption research project still has some sub-projects — Ziye, are you interested in putting your name on one?" Liu Huanglong steered the topic back on track.

The microcirculation interruption project — Fang Ziye provided the idea and technical support; Liu Huanglong was the operator.

So, for the current follow-up projects, Liu Huanglong didn't dare to take credit without acknowledging him.

Otherwise, if Fang Ziye really minded later and stopped giving new good stuff, that would be losing more than gaining.

Liu Huanglong, who always looked at the big picture, wouldn't do such a losing deal.

"Teacher Liu, I won't put my name on these minor papers."

"If there's nothing else, I'll head out first — I still have an appointment with Teacher Duan Hong from Tongji Hospital later."

"We agreed on seven in the afternoon; driving and taking the subway there now should be just right."

"Driving there is too congested." Fang Ziye flipped his wrist to check his watch.

Liu Huanglong wasn't surprised that Fang Ziye's social circle now directly included people like Professor Duan Hong — this matched Fang Ziye's actual identity.

If Fang Ziye hung around with Associate Professors like Guan Qiquan every day, Liu Huanglong would instead wonder if he had buried a talent somewhere.

"Ziye, you're a big-shot professor now — you go be busy! ~" Fang Ziye brought up Duan Hong, and Liu Huanglong didn't dare utter a peep.

Guan Qiquan and Yang Wenzheng stood up one after another along with Fang Ziye and the others, then accompanied them step by step to see Fang Ziye out of Hand Surgery.

Until Fang Ziye's back view disappeared around the corner, Yang Wenzheng was still shaking his head in amazement —

"I truly can't imagine that Ziye, whom I discovered by accident three years ago, has actually grown to this step today."

"Back then, I even reported to Old Professor Wen Dongfang, planning to snatch Fang Ziye back from Trauma Surgery." Yang Wenzheng suddenly spaced out.

Liu Huanglong slapped Yang Wenzheng's shoulder hard: "There was such an opportunity? How do you people do things?"

Yang Wenzheng tilted his head slightly: "Didn't think that much at the time, so Professor Ni Yaoping and Professor Deng Yong never reached an agreement."

"Thinking back now, that time was absolutely a golden opportunity!!!"

It was the Orthopedics Annual Conference three years ago; all the bigwigs in the department had gone out, leaving only junior doctors to hold down the fort.

Yang Wenzheng happened by chance to recruit Fang Ziye as an assistant, and giving Fang Ziye a chance to suture a mouse tail vessel was what uncovered this super seedling of Hand Surgery.

It's just that at the time, Fang Ziye was registered under the old professors of Trauma Surgery, so the poaching attempt failed.

Thinking back now, if they had known earlier, Old Professor Wen Dongfang would probably have paid ten or even dozens of times the price to get Fang Ziye.

Then right now, the Administrative Director of Orthopedics might be Liu Huanglong, not Deng Yong.

The bigwig Professor Gong Jiahe invited to anchor Trauma Surgery might be some Hand Surgery giant.

"Now? No opportunity."

"Ziye has already entered the hospital's most core backbone circle."

"At last week's Friday regular meeting, although Trauma Surgery and Yuan Weihong himself didn't mention it, our hospital's Vice Dean and Dean Wang both specially ordered everyone in the hospital to find a way."

"To ask: in what capacity should Fang Ziye enter the weekly hospital regular meeting to be appropriate!"

"Otherwise, every week's hospital regular meeting would still need to be relayed once before reaching Fang Ziye's ears, and even that he finds a bit slow." Liu Huanglong said.

Hearing this, Associate Professor Guan Qiquan's jealousy surged up, his facial features instantly distorting: "Not a Ward Director, not a Head Nurse — going to the hospital regular meeting?"

"Is this promoting Ziye? How old is he?"

Liu Huanglong coldly snorted at this: "Is age a problem?"

"Deputy Chief Physician, Associate Professor's deputy senior title, Researcher's chief senior title — you tell me which one of these ranks doesn't meet the minimum standard for promotion?"

"Plus, the Trauma Surgery Ward, secretly collaborating with the High-ranking Official Ward, directly drawing patients from the High-ranking Official Ward to perform surgeries — how much resource tilt has this brought the hospital?"

"Why is our hospital's branch campus able to start normal operations by year-end this year? Where did the funding come from?"

"Our hospital's lab expansion, the OR expansion soon — how do we ask for the funds?"

"The higher the position, the more they cherish their lives! ~"

"Fang Ziye broke out of a place like the Military Region Yangyuan where experts are as numerous as clouds; by 'technical level,' those who can receive his technical services are at least at a certain rank."

"A doctor of this level accidentally placed in a local hospital — you tell me, can those in the know not take it seriously?" Liu Huanglong said.

Hearing this, Associate Professor Guan Qiquan tilted his head slightly and asked in a low voice: "Teacher Liu, I've heard that some mysterious experts, once recruited, no longer enter the ordinary rankings!"

"Then these experts?"

"Where are they now?"

Liu Huanglong's expression immediately tightened at these words.

He glanced sideways at Guan Qiquan and stopped replying.

He took a couple of steps, then said, "If you want to court death, don't you dare drag me into it……"

As long as one is human, there is birth, aging, sickness, and death.

With birth, aging, sickness, and death, there is medical demand.

Since there is medical demand, there will be the supply and allocation of medical resources.

The medical resources ordinary people can access are all open; the medical resources they cannot access — those are the most hidden and also the most formidable.

After Liu Huanglong left, Yang Wenzheng added in a low voice, "Brother, the bigwigs in the province don't even queue for medical treatment anymore."

"You ask Professor Liu where they went — how do you expect him to answer you?"

"Anyway, simple wealth and glory, those four words are just the most basic treatment……"

No one dares to underestimate, nor can anyone underestimate, the strength of the Health Care Group.

Temporarily assembled, the ad hoc Health Care Groups are all the top specialty bigwigs of a province; the routinely stationed Health Care Groups, if pulled out, could probably make many people despair.

Of course, relatively speaking, these people have also lost the freedom of "research," or they just do research in name only.

While Fang Ziye was on the subway, he received several "phone calls" during work hours!

There were dinner invitations from Chen Fang, Gong Zixi, Nie Xuehua and others within the department, and also a "father-daughter interrogation session" call from Associate Professor Ceng Yi of Anesthesiology asking about Luo Tingzhu's situation!

Ceng Yi said, "Ziye, the private feelings between you and Tingzhu, I can't control, but if you dare to lose my precious student."

"I'll definitely make it so you can't stay at Zhongnan Hospital, at least leaving you in a total mess……"

Ceng Yi, very protective of his own, warned this before hanging up.

"Rest assured, Teacher Ceng, Tingzhu is my wife, I definitely won't bully her; what she's doing now is all laying the most solid foundation for her future growth."

"And there are also some brand-new joint projects, related to your Anesthesiology Department."

"Teacher Ceng, if you're sensitive about it, last night, I also dropped a little hint?" Fang Ziye said meaningfully.

After Luo Tingzhu finishes this batch of cell lines, the next step is a clinical project, exclusive to Anesthesiology.

It connects the Microcirculation Instrument with the Anesthesiology Monitor, allowing real-time monitoring of all patient data during surgery, and even has wonderful uses in emergency rescues during sudden critical situations.

"Mm, oh."

"Ah! ~"

"Right, if you hadn't mentioned it I wouldn't have thought of it — how did I not think of it?" Ceng Yi began to doubt his own IQ.

Fang Ziye then hung up, and after politely declining two dinner invitations, he finally received a call from Professor Gong Jiahe.

"Professor Gong, have you finished surgery?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Yes, Group Leader Fang, I've finished surgery, completed my own task, only then did I dare report to you; otherwise I'd be too embarrassed to disturb you, Group Leader Fang." Gong Jiahe's tone had become quite respectful.

"Teacher Gong, you flatter me. You are my senior." Fang Ziye hurriedly said.

"One thing is one thing; the bone defect project we've been advancing at the sanatorium has already reached its final stage, and the new-material substitution project has also gotten a start."

"Group Leader Fang, when do you have time? Let's go back together again?"

"Perfect, I'll also invite Professor Zhang Yue from Huaxi Hospital to join us."

Gong Jiahe certainly hadn't forgotten the sanatorium project; even after returning to the Zhengda First Affiliated Hospital Branch, he felt increasingly bored.

So he very decisively chose to transfer units after the hospital found a replacement.

Having been to the sanatorium and seen the world, an ordinary branch hospital Orthopedics Director could hardly spark Gong Jiahe's interest anymore.

Professor Gong Jiahe was still so straightforward; Fang Ziye smiled lightly: "Professor Gong, I've never forgotten this matter."

"But there's no need to rush; we can't play the savior on top of Professor Zhang Yue's head — although Professor Zhang himself is rather low-key……"

Gong Jiahe was stunned upon hearing this; though blunt, he also thought of the crux.

"Group Leader Fang, you mean you gave Professor Zhang a reminder, and he has to finish his own project first before participating in the project?" Gong Jiahe was very surprised.

Originally, Professor Zhang Yue had actively sought out Fang Ziye, hoping Fang Ziye could collaborate on a project and help with project completion.

This was proposed by Professor Zhang Yue himself.

Fang Ziye was perfectly positioned to take advantage of the vacancy, but Fang Ziye not only didn't do so, instead he left Professor Zhang Yue the fullest face.

"Naturally; only wholehearted, interest-driven involvement is the best driving force — never a task — that is our most relaxed state."

"This allows for better brainstorming."

"Professor Gong, you should know, the fixation material for bone defect we want to make is not merely for personalized prostheses, but we hope to achieve some breakthroughs in all internal fixation material fields in the future! ~"

"If we completely rely on domestic material models and prototypes, the prosthesis cost, quality, etc., belong to autonomous control; then even if we want to lower prices."

"We can also find a suitable range; the most important thing is reliable quality, no need to pay patent fees to others again." Fang Ziye said.

This matter was an event thread Fang Ziye had once specifically asked his assistant to remember; Fang Ziye naturally couldn't possibly forget.

And it was still Event Sequence Six.

"Group Leader Fang truly has the boldness of a master." Professor Gong Jiahe praised, though he couldn't find a suitable adjective.

"Teacher Gong, this doesn't have much to do with boldness or not; I hope that in our cooperation process, we can also become friends."

"Rather than purely lording it over others; if there are steps, within my capability, I'll try my best to shape them out." Fang Ziye replied.

Gong Jiahe hehehe'd a laugh: "If Group Leader Fang speaks like this, then my heart feels warm and fuzzy too."

"Since you can be this sincere with Professor Zhang, then Group Leader Fang, you definitely won't let Old Gong me down in the future! ~"

Fang Ziye was stunned: "Teacher Gong, I suspect you're taking advantage."

"Hey, no need to suspect, I'm just taking advantage."

"Nothing else; when free, send a message, come to my place, let's have a drink together."

"I've been here this long and never invited you, Group Leader Fang; this once, a slow-pace, unscheduled slow date — Group Leader Fang won't stand me up, right?" Gong Jiahe retreated to advance.

"This weekend, but the venue changes slightly, Teacher Gong — you come to my place."

"You, me, plus my Master Teacher Deng Yong, my Grand-Master Old Professor Li Guohua — wonder if Professor Gong finds it convenient?" Fang Ziye proactively set up the gathering in advance.

If one asks what the future situation of Trauma Surgery will become, the one who ultimately decides the overall situation certainly won't be Yuan Weihong! ~

Although Yuan Weihong is currently the Administrative Director of Trauma Surgery, Fang Ziye knows Yuan Weihong can only barely manage to lead the department in surgery, and cannot have him set the development scale and development direction.

There is another Master who makes things difficult for him.

These directions need Li Guohua, Deng Yong, Gong Jiahe, and the others to study thoroughly, chew up, and feed to Yuan Weihong, and then Yuan Weihong can showcase them; only then is there unity from top to bottom.

This is also the necessary path.

Gong Jiahe heard this, paced a few steps, then nodded and said: "Good! ~"

"Group Leader Fang indeed has been tempered by experience; from now on I will both follow Group Leader Fang and follow Director Fang! ~"

Gong Jiahe understood Fang Ziye's plan as soon as he heard it.

He felt Fang Ziye was also quite interesting; clearly he himself was very young, and could pretend to know nothing.

But Fang Ziye was: in whatever position, he took on whatever burden that position entailed, never impatient, could shift responsibility, but once he accepted a position, he would slowly and strictly be responsible for that position.

Whether from the perspective of the hospital's core backbone, or as the current "leader" of Trauma Surgery, Fang Ziye could not only enjoy the corresponding treatment without bearing pressure and obligations.

"Teacher Gong, you absolutely must not say that; I still have to go report to the other bosses."

"After I go see Professor Duan and ask clearly what these big bosses are doing, then I can think about how we make a living under such big bosses." Fang Ziye said subtly!

"Fine, you go busy yourself first."

"This kind of thing still needs to be handed over in advance; otherwise, by then if the direction is off, it will be wasting money."

"I won't disturb Group Leader Fang anymore." Gong Jiahe actively hung up the phone.

(Chapter End)