Chapter 698: Thank-You Banquet! (Requesting Subscription)

Fang Ziye held his hands clasped before his abdomen, sitting upright with proper posture, ready to listen to instructions.

He had not expected Deng Yong to call on him to state his position; tilting his head slightly, Fang Ziye saw that the years had once again ruthlessly eroded Deng Yong's temples, which had already turned partially white on this man now past fifty.

Deepening crow's feet cut through age spots, his gaze drooping, his eyes reluctant yet seemingly resolute as if severing something.

"Master, I will follow your arrangement," Fang Ziye said softly.

Deng Yong bulged his eyes, his vitreous body protruding two millimeters: "If I tell you to speak, you speak."

Li Guohua no longer played mute at this moment: "Mediocre talent means suspicion in a melon field; outstanding talent aspires to the ends of the earth."

"Ziye, you speak your view; it doesn't matter if it's not right."

Li Guohua had long since walked this path; now looking at his own student, he couldn't help but feel a sense of reincarnation.

Unlike himself back then, the current Fang Ziye was more outstanding than the Deng Yong of those years.

Gong Jiahe also looked at the "proper and rule-abiding" Fang Ziye with eyes slightly lowered, barely suppressing a smile.

The Fang Ziye at the sanatorium was clearly a different demeanor; although Zhongnan Hospital was Fang Ziye's "birthplace," Fang Ziye was indeed somewhat restrained here.

Fang Ziye said: "A few days ago, Professor Teng Yuanzhen from the Burn Department came to our Trauma Surgery to vent his anger; I felt some of what he said still made sense."

"Whether a weak department or a strong department, neither can be left to fend for itself; both must absolutely follow the four-character primitive jungle law of survival of the fittest."

"Traditional departments will face more development difficulties, but they are the foundation on which the hospital stands."

"Trauma Surgery is the foundation of Orthopedics; any campus's Orthopedics without Trauma Surgery leading the way is somewhat laughable."

"If it were truly so, it would not be a comprehensive hospital, but would become a specialty hospital."

"However, the current situation of the Bone Disease Department must also be considered; Professor Ceng Duoqin has been a professor for three years yet still doesn't independently lead a group; this is indeed an uneven internal structural distribution..."

"Initially, our hospital's Orthopedics only had Trauma Surgery and Hand Surgery mixed together; at that time, all of Orthopedics' sub-specialties were gathered in one place."

"With the establishment of this branch campus, we can also adopt this model."

The above were all repetitions of Gong Jiahe's meaning.

Fang Ziye once again placed his hands clasped flat on the tabletop, fingers flexing and extending: "Second, comprehensively analyze the development advantages of our Orthopedics' five sub-specialties."

"Although I am from our Trauma Surgery, I must also admit that in the coming years, the Bone Tumor specialty will be in a relatively advantageous position nationwide."

"At the same time, even Professor Du Xinzhan's Joint Surgery is not a weak specialty; therefore we don't need to consider supporting the weak, but should strive to develop the more advantageous specialties first, forming a strategy of first building sub-specialties with greater specialty influence."

"When our Trauma Surgery was in a relatively advantageous development period, Professor Du approved a Trauma Center for us, which is also half a Trauma Surgery."

"This is Professor Du's generosity, and also Joint Surgery's magnanimity; our Trauma Surgery cannot be too petty."

Hearing this, Li Guohua's eyes emitted rays of light halos, his gaze beginning to shift.

Professor Gong Jiahe happened to be sitting beside Fang Ziye; turning his head, he saw Fang Ziye's profile, angular and clear-eyed, not putting on airs.

This kind of ambition, from inside out, is absolutely someone who can accomplish great things.

Deng Yong, however, frowned slightly and asked: "According to your explanation, the Trauma Center Professor Du Xinzhan originally assigned to our Trauma Surgery is entirely handled by our department internally."

"This time's Guanggu Branch Campus, is it also entirely handed over to the Bone Disease Department?"

Fang Ziye first nodded, then shook his head: "Master, one undeniable fact is that when the new Guanggu campus was built, there were no fixed patient sources, mainly relying on Emergency."

"Our Trauma Surgery needs to undertake the task of trauma disease diagnosis and treatment, but we don't necessarily have to focus entirely on the inpatient wards over there."

"The Emergency Department at the Guanggu campus is also newly built; I estimate many specialties will also face the same hesitation as our Orthopedics' sub-specialty allocation."

"While they are deliberating which sub-specialty belongs there or whether to share wards, we might as well go to their Emergency Department first and establish the Trauma Center."

"The Trauma Center's allocated beds don't need to be many; only fifteen to twenty beds are needed, just enough to facilitate our mangled extremity limb-salvage surgeries."

"After surgery, patients are transferred from the Guanggu campus to our main hospital for functional reconstruction surgery..."

"I estimate that currently not many specialties are willing to dispatch manpower to that Emergency Department! ~"

Hearing this, Professor Gong Jiahe's gaze lightly flashed: "Ziye, why do you want so many Trauma Centers?"

"Our Trauma Surgery is already short on manpower."

"Moreover, do mangled extremity limb-salvage surgeries enough times, master them, and it's just that."

"Are you willing to get up day and night every day to do emergency surgeries?"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye replied: "Master, we'll master it ourselves, but there are still others who haven't."

"If our own specialty's manpower isn't enough, we'll apply to the hospital for a batch of visiting doctors; I believe many prefecture-level city hospital teachers would be very willing to become the first batch in their prefecture-level city capable of doing mangled extremity limb-salvage surgery."

"Our Trauma Surgery steps forward first to take on the Emergency Department's task; the hospital will certainly be willing to give us a few more visiting doctor quotas, thus nicely solving the manpower problem."

"Second! ~" Fang Ziye glanced at Professor Gong Jiahe.

Then continued: "Although our Trauma Surgery has few chief physicians, due to unique personnel relations, our department's teachers have different experiences."

"My master Yuan Weihong, Vice Professor Chen Fang, Associate Professor Peng Long, have all independently led groups."

"Later when the department stabilizes, if Professor Han Yuanxiao returns, he will certainly also be prioritized to lead a group; if they are made to give up leading groups to follow others, they will certainly feel quite unaccustomed."

"After Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan was promoted to professor, he should also be prioritized to lead a group."

"A ward can accommodate at most three groups; add one more Trauma Center, and it can accommodate five groups, thus nicely avoiding the Bone Disease Department's current awkward situation."

"If by that step the hospital still doesn't arrange a new ward belonging to our Trauma Surgery, then we'll have to negotiate terms with the hospital and collectively go to a better place."

"This idea is not bad! ~" Li Guohua nodded.

"Although our Trauma Surgery doesn't have four chief physicians like the Bone Disease Department, due to some historical factors, our specialty currently has six people who have led groups."

"Although going from not leading a group to leading one faces enormous pressure and challenges, once weathered, re-entering someone else's group will always feel somewhat unsettled in the heart."

"One more place to accommodate them allows the specialty to have more flexible growth space internally."

"It's only a pity our Trauma Surgery's chief physician quantity isn't enough; otherwise we'd definitely be able to ask the hospital for another ward."

As Li Guohua said this, Professor Deng Yong's gaze drooped slightly.

The reason Trauma Surgery has few chief physicians: one is because Old Professor Dong Yaohui passed away unexpectedly; second is because Han Yuanxiao and he have some "discord," causing the current situation to be turbulent.

Now although there is an additional Gong Jiahe as outside aid, the overt reason Han Yuanxiao was stripped of chief physician status is supposedly Han Yuanxiao's own impropriety, but the real reason is "Fang Ziye"!

Deng Yong has had contact with the sanatorium, so he knows the fundamental inside story.

Gong Jiahe caught another layer of meaning and asked thoughtfully, "Professor Han's problem can still be resolved this fast?"

"Deng Professor and Li Professor, this capability isn't weak, huh?"

Li Guohua laughed upon hearing this: "Professor Gong, it was originally fabricated out of nothing, catching wind and shadows, a matter of splashing dirty water on our hospital — handling that sort of thing is naturally easier."

"Professor Li might as well spell it out." Gong Jiahe was very curious — with this mess surrounding Han Yuanxiao, what better solution could there be?

"The world has already obtained the best-of-both-worlds method; it fails neither the Buddha nor the beloved."

"Our department's Han Yuanxiao's research route is correct, and that comrade's research route is also correct."

"Everyone is perfectly happy! ~" Li Guohua gestured two big thumbs up.

Gong Jiahe is a professor, a Chief Physician, but he's not that easy to fool.

Upon hearing this, he immediately lost all composure — his whole body's muscles tensed, and he trembled involuntarily —

Both are correct?

How is that possible?

Gong Jiahe looked at Fang Ziye thoughtfully, then at Li Guohua, and said with a smile hiding a knife: "In my view, it's Professor Li — your ability to fabricate something out of nothing is even greater! ~"

The possibility of both being correct is almost zero; it can only be one person plagiarizing the other.

Now Li Guohua says it's a perfect result — that can only mean Zhongnan Hospital fabricated it out of nothing.

And such ability has no solution.

No one who sets up a scheme could imagine the chessboard would be shattered by such an outcome.

A game that was originally an unsolvable dead end ultimately evolved into a counter-routine dead end, with no solution ever again.

Openly stepping out to splash dirty water on a professor, and even dragging in a historical deceased meritorious figure — this line of people, this lifetime, is absolutely ruined.

This is a super-era absolute capability, absolutely capable of making Zhongnan Hospital stand firm at the world's top research institutions.

The entire Hubei Province circle is too small.

No, in the future, probably the nationwide circle won't dare to move on Zhongnan Hospital's head anymore.

"Professor Gong, watch your words." Li Guohua tapped the table.

Gong Jiahe immediately nodded like a chick pecking rice: "Sorry sorry! ~"

"I'm just thirsty and wanted to drink — I'll punish myself with a cup, punish myself with a cup."

Gong Jiahe hurriedly used the wine in his cup to fill his misspoken words.

Only, Gong Jiahe's hand holding the wine cup was still trembling slightly.

Fang Ziye, being very sensible, also raised his cup and drank with Gong Jiahe: "Professor Gong, let's drink together."

After Gong Jiahe finished the wine, his lips slowly moved for a good while before he grinned again: "Deng Professor, Li Professor, I feel that in the past ten years, the most correct decision I made was probably choosing to come to Zhongnan Hospital."

The reason it's the past ten years rather than twenty is because he feels the most correct decision in the past twenty years was going to Enshi Yangyuan.

Deng Yong busily laughed: "Professor Gong coming to our hospital brings glory to our humble abode; we hope that under Professor Gong's leadership in the future, our Trauma Surgery will develop even better, reaching another level."

Deng Yong and Li Guohua, in this back-and-forth, performed the two moves of winning hearts and showing their trump cards to perfection.

Gong Jiahe, our Zhongnan Hospital's Trauma Surgery may not match Zhengda Affiliated First's Trauma Surgery platform, but our department has sharp tools, has trump cards.

In the future, as long as you don't act too willfully, even a predicament like Han Yuanxiao's, we might be able to find a way to solve for you.

This is still us passively responding move for move; if we were to take the initiative, how sharp would that be?

Just say — is it worth it or not?

"Everyone progressing together — mainly we still have to rely on Old Professor Li and them to control the direction for us young people; we're still young." Gong Jiahe became completely honest.

……

After the dinner ended, on the way back to his house by taxi, Gong Jiahe still wore a worried frown.

Neon lights outside the window flashed past, dazzling and strange.

Gong Jiahe was originally unfamiliar with Han City; at this moment he felt even more strange, as if placed in a human world he had never been to, reality and illusion intertwining —

He racked his brains but still couldn't figure out how Zhongnan Hospital could possibly 'fabricate out of nothing' like this.

"What the f*** kind of capability does it take to fake it like this?"

"Fake or not fake?"

"Just for this matter, spending this much effort and cost?" Gong Jiahe clutched his chin, pulling hard as if unaware of pain, self-harming.

Finally the driver couldn't bear to watch and spoke up to remind: "Old brother, you're already this old — whatever happens you should let it go, right?"

"If there's really something especially troubling, think more about your kids, don't think extreme."

Gong Jiahe was startled, then smiled gently: "Master, you're overthinking — I'm just surprised, not wanting to end it all."

The master seriously looked at Gong Jiahe's expression through the rearview mirror, and said no more nonsense.

……

After Fang Ziye and Deng Yong saw off Old Professor Li Guohua, they were sternly sent back by Li Guohua: "I'm not old yet, the distance isn't far, no need for you to see me off."

"I'll walk back myself, get some fresh air! ~"

"Good mood."

"Master, since you're in a good mood, let me accompany you for a stretch." Deng Yong suggested again.

"I'm finding my old partner to talk — you want to eavesdrop too?"

"How about I have them take you away?" Li Guohua asked very bluntly.

Deng Yong immediately waved his hand and took his leave!

Fang Ziye then returned home with Deng Yong; Fang Ziye helped clear the table and trays.

After washing the bowls and placing them on the drying rack, Fang Ziye wiped down the kitchen once more, then walked into the reception room where tea and the fruit platter prepared by the master's wife were already set out.

Deng Yong was smoking on the rocking chair facing the balcony window; hearing Fang Ziye approach, he passed him a cigarette: "Want to try one?"

This time, Fang Ziye didn't refuse, accepting it with both hands.

Deng Yong stood up, holding a lighter to light Fang Ziye's cigarette; Fang Ziye initially wanted to refuse, but Deng Yong knocked his hand away, so Fang Ziye could only bow and hold the flame.

After one drag, his throat felt slightly choked, and he coughed twice.

Sitting on a small chair, he smiled and said: "Master, I still can't learn this thing."

"No matter, try it; if you don't like it, just toss it." After Deng Yong finished speaking, he took another deep drag, then slowly exhaled.

Blue smoke emerged in rings, sparse and rising, curling and dispersing.

"Your master has been in Han City for close to thirty years! Back then, transportation wasn't this developed; my father carried me on a carrying pole to board the train."

"In a flash, so many years have passed; Han City has also changed enormously..." Deng Yong sighed with emotion.

Fang Ziye took another shallow drag, not inhaling deeply; the smoke scattered with his words: "Master, that generation of Grandpa relied on brute force to lay the foundation of Zhongnan Hospital."

"Your generation relied on."

Fang Ziye couldn't bring himself to say the word 'lick', so he changed his phrasing: "IQ, to advance a step further."

"As for us now, we also don't know how to walk the road ahead."

Today, Deng Yong and Li Guohua chatted a lot; among other things, they spoke of the period right after Zhongnan Hospital was upgraded to a Top-tier Grade-A Hospital.

Li Guohua and the others, in order to seize the developmental initiative for Orthopedics, were ferocious, practically fighting other specialties bare-chested, and finally won a standalone building for Orthopedics.

At that time, a hundred wastes awaited revival; everything was won with fists and feet.

In Deng Yong's era, fists and feet were useless; Deng Yong also knew he couldn't walk the old path of his predecessors; what could he do? He could only employ tactics!

Watching Duan Hong of Tongji Hospital rise, he shamelessly employed a sticky tactic, relying on shamelessness to curry favor; whether fists and kicks or mockery, he just stuck to Duan Hong like a dog-skin plaster...

He hung around Duan Hong for a long time; today Duan Hong has rightfully become a "National TCM Doctor" level figure, but Deng Yong is no lesser; relying on his own mettle, he became a top-three figure in Hubei Province's Trauma Surgery.

"You are now on the orthodox path, relying on speeding through curves."

"So, you led the team and sped to victory."

"So, I can face my Person of Gratitude with a clear conscience, and drink with him."

"So, you did not disappoint the Old Professors' expectations of you, their promotion of you; they are also very happy."

"So, we also can't keep up with the times anymore. We can only watch you run forward; at most we help you pack some housework and chores within our ability."

"At most, it's just helping you bring up kids and such." Deng Yong spoke to here, took a final drag, and snuffed out the remaining stub!

Fang Ziye also extinguished his, and did not say he was wasting it.

Instead he said calmly: "Master, this world is very large; besides Zhongnan Hospital there is Tongji Hospital, besides Tongji Hospital there are Jishuitan, West China Hospital, Huashan Hospital, Beijing Third Hospital, Xiehe, Xiangya..."

"Occupying a rear position, jumping one step might put you in the midstream, but here, jumping ten steps may not necessarily advance you one step; so the road is actually still very far."

"Treating a single advantageous disease type can only keep us from falling behind; it cannot support our hospital's more leading position."

"Unless it is a series of leading positions."

"After finishing these, we must still look to the international stage."

"Our surgical level is not bad."

"But our technological level lags behind..." Fang Ziye looked out the window, pointing with his own right hand.

Hearing this, Deng Yong grabbed his own right hand and scratched it, then pulled out a small tuft of hair, a smile emerging; the flesh mole at the corner of his mouth outlined new angles.

"You continue speaking." Deng Yong's voice was gentle, like a country bumpkin 'father' who had never seen the world.

"Master, you can't admit that our Eastern Han people's house-building technical operation level cannot compare to foreign countries, right?"

"But in the thirties and forties, why were we so far behind? Why are we able to lead now?"

"It relies not only on these two hands, nor only on our large population, but on our infrastructure having been built up."

"Without steel reinforcement bars and cement, even if Lu Ban were reborn, he couldn't build a thirty-story building! ~"

"Without lime, the towers Eastern Han built over five thousand years are only those few layers."

"Without fire, no matter how good spiny meat tastes, it only has those few flavors and textures."

"Our operating rooms are actually still too crude."

"Domestically producible instruments we can use, drugs with confirmed efficacy we can use, inspection equipment and instruments we can use — all are still too few."

"So, under such a situation, even if we wear out these two hands, we still cannot climb to world top-tier."

"Perhaps we barely stand on the same line as them; the effort we expend might be several times, dozens of times theirs..."

Deng Yong asked softly: "So this is your reason for going to the Yangyuan?"

"And not for..." Deng Yong did not continue.

Fang Ziye's reputation inside the hospital and outside, within the province's Orthopedics circle, naturally differ far too much.

Inside the hospital, Fang Ziye is an Orthopedics rising star, a surgical genius, Zhongnan Hospital's absolute backbone, the future, the talent the hospital has designated to be cultivated according to Academician standards.

But in other hospitals, or lower-level hospitals, Fang Ziye is just a bootlicker who sucks "powerful assholes".

Recognizes power, not people!

Not many people can invite Fang Ziye to do surgery; Fang Ziye also hasn't built much of an industry relationship network; yet Fang Ziye gets promoted straight up and specially promoted.

Because Fang Ziye does surgery for the powerful?

"Master, even if that's true, there's nothing wrong, right?"

"If a man doesn't look out for himself, heaven and earth will destroy him! ~"

"All are treating illness; whose illness is not an illness? Whose life is not a life?"

"So-called saving one life surpasses building a seven-story pagoda; does saving a powerful rich person's life make it inferior? Only saving ordinary commoners' lives counts as boundless merit?"

"In the face of the right to life, everyone should be equal."

"But actually, it's not equal either." Fang Ziye sighed with emotion.

"Let's not talk about it." Deng Yong interrupted.

"Okay." Fang Ziye then did not continue speaking further.

With Deng Yong, they just quietly watched out the window, enjoying the happiness belonging solely to the two of them, master and disciple.

He enjoyed the joy of Orthopedics Department rising within the hospital.

He enjoyed the joy unique to Trauma Surgery's success.

……

October 16, afternoon, two o'clock.

Fang Ziye pushed open the automatic airtight door of the operating room and walked straight to Yuan Weihong's side: "Master, I need to take leave and go out for a bit."

Yuan Weihong was turning to explain the details of the functional reconstruction surgery from the previous operation to Qin Geluo, tilting his head slightly: "Why do you need to take leave and go out now?"

"You shouldn't be going out for a booty call at this time, right?"

Fang Ziye might leave Zhongnan Hospital, but he basically didn't take leave to go out in the middle of surgery, so Yuan Weihong asked one more question.

"Going out to eat!"

"Although it was a temporary notice, everything has been arranged, and he has to leave again at ten tonight," Fang Ziye replied.

"Who is it?" Yuan Weihong asked, blinking his eyelids.

The one treating Fang Ziye to a meal was Chen Guangbai, who had specially come from Enshi to Han City today to treat Fang Ziye to a meal.

And not only did Chen Guangbai come, Chen Guangbai's wife and Chen Xixian also came, mainly to express gratitude for Fang Ziye's life-saving grace in rescuing Chen Song.

Fang Ziye had left Enshi in a hurry, and Chen Guangbai hadn't had time to arrange it, so he specially came to make up for it.

Originally it was scheduled for seven o'clock today, and they would stay in Han City after eating, but Chen Guangbai temporarily received a 'phone call' and had to rush to Jingdu tonight.

"A colleague," Fang Ziye replied.

"Then you go, don't drink," Yuan Weihong didn't ask further, continuing to say to Qin Geluo: "This functional reconstruction of the flexor carpi radialis, you need to base it on the humeral condyle's..."

Li Nuo was also on the side, seriously pricking up his ears to listen, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent.

Only then did Fang Ziye quietly withdraw from the operating room.

Just as he got off the Surgical Building, Chen Guangbai personally came up to meet him: "Professor Fang, you were performing surgery, right? Truly sorry, treating you to a meal still disturbed your work."

Chen Guangbai clasped his hands together, his face full of apology.

"It's fine, Doctor Chen, don't you also have an emergency on your side?" Fang Ziye said.

"No way, they're urging me over there urgently, it concerns a major event for our Traditional Chinese Medicine circle, I have to rush over."

"If I don't go, I estimate my old man at home won't be able to sit still either," Chen Guangbai said.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's gaze flashed.

No way?

Did that matter ferment so quickly? My side hasn't even started preparing yet.

After Chen Guangbai led Fang Ziye into the car, he actively sat in the driver's seat.

"Professor Fang, great kindness needs no thanks, today is just a simple dinner, no special specifications, but the dishes are quite exquisite."

"My wife and my daughter are also here, I have something tonight, so I can't drink with you."

"But if you want to drink, my wife can drink a few cups with you."

Fang Ziye hurriedly said: "No no no, Doctor Chen, I can't drink well either."

"Professor Fang, actually, after all is said and done, it's still those few words. I still want to thank you, for saving my father's life."

"After you left, our team re-enacted the previous surgery process, and the conclusion we finally reached is, if it weren't for Professor Fang's intervention."

"My father's survival rate was close to a single-digit percentage."

"Even with Professor Li Yongjun and others intervening, it was still this data," Chen Guangbai boasted with sound reasoning and evidence.

"That should be Professor Li and them being modest," Fang Ziye shook his head slightly.

Chen Guangbai said: "No, Professor Fang, your rescue ideas were also very valuable guidance, if you hadn't come?"

"This rescue might not have been able to continue normally."

"Now, although my father has completely lost his sense of taste, the motor sense of his left hand, and the motor sense of his left foot, this is already the best result."

Fang Ziye was stunned: "What? Dean Chen?"

"His sense of taste completely lost?"

"When I left, weren't there still some left?"

Chen Guangbai nodded: "This cannot be reversed, this is already the best result for now."

"Being able to reverse life and death always requires paying some price."

"If it can be solved in the future, even better, even if not, both my father and I feel this is already a bestowed grace!"

"By the way, Professor Fang, the gift I gave you last time, why did you firmly refuse to accept it?"

"Since ancient times, consultation fees should be collected according to the rules."

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Isn't it because Doctor Chen gave too much?"

"Actually it's just a small token of my heart! ~"

……

Chen Guangbai treating guests to a meal was really just treating guests to a meal, the place was high-end enough and the price was not cheap, but the whole process did not mix in other elements.

What they chatted with Fang Ziye about was family matters, among them Chen Xixian chatted the most, mainly discussing Luo Tingzhu's marriage with Fang Ziye.

Chen Xixian said she was one of the bridesmaids, asking Fang Ziye to prepare red envelopes early...

The actual time spent eating was not long, after eating, Chen Xixian went out shopping with her mother.

As a young lady, although she knew she was a caged bird, she spent money without any "rules" at all, hadn't bought anything for a long time, having come to Han City, not spending well would be letting down her identity as a young lady.

After the wife and daughter left, Chen Guangbai said: "Professor Fang, Chen Xixian has been spoiled by me, she's rude, please don't mind."

Fang Ziye shook his head slightly: "Doctor Chen, we are people of the new era, we interact freely, I think being casual like this is quite good."

"Besides, Chen Xixian and Tingzhu are still friends, my girlfriend doesn't have many friends, being too formal would make our private gatherings awkward."

Chen Guangbai was not a rigid person either, nodding slightly: "Then you young people can just interact as you please."

"I came to Enshi this time not only to treat Professor Fang to a meal, but also to bring you some good news, although someone has already leaked word to you about this good news."

"After several years of development at our Enshi Yangyuan, we have received high recognition from the Military Region, so the Han City Military Region has decided to expand our Enshi Yangyuan's model across the entire province."

"Forming a large-scale, integrated sanatorium system combining rehabilitation and scientific research, and moreover, because our sanatorium relies on the Military Region, it can operate very formally internally, centralizing the various sanatorium centers."

"In the future, perhaps all the sanatoriums in Han City will become surgicalized, and patients from the surgical systems of the entire province and even neighboring Military Regions will be sent over here."

"This way, in the future, Professor Fang, you won't have to worry about the supply of patients when carrying out your work."

"Moreover, comrades carrying out tasks, even if they suffer accidental injuries, will have an extra layer of protection."

"And, before my father passed away, he also made a suggestion, which is that he hoped Professor Fang could use your dual identity to combine some of the sanatorium's models with external teaching hospitals..."

"After all, our sanatorium's patient source scale is still too small; some clinical trials, even if they want to be carried out, cannot concentrate so many cases..."

"One is to open up sources, and the other is to export what is developed from the sources, which requires a relatively sensitive link, and also requires someone to simultaneously hold multiple identities in clinical and research, and have very strong personal ability."

"This task, aside from Professor Fang Ziye, no one can do it! ~"

"So, Professor Fang, you cannot shirk the position of Group Leader of the Surgical Clinical Group and the 'Supervisor' combining research and clinical."

Fang Ziye looked him up and down after hearing this: "Doctor Chen, is this your consultation fee or an arrangement after internal discussion at the sanatorium?"

"Are we all speaking frankly?"

Chen Guangbai laughed heartily upon hearing this: "Professor Fang, do you still need to distinguish so clearly?"

"Both."

"My father proposed it, and it was decided by a meeting of all the professors and people in the Administrative Area of the hospital."

"Scientific research must ultimately be applied to clinical practice; otherwise it is invalid or relatively invalid research! ~"

"Professor Fang, your personal ability is praised by everyone." Chen Guangbai said with a meaningful tone.

Chen Guangbai surely knew about what happened to Han Yuanxiao, but the Enshi Yangyuan hadn't had time to exert itself yet, and Fang Ziye directly threw out a nuclear bomb.

What kind of effort is this?

With this kind of energy, who dares to be dissatisfied?

"Doctor Chen, then I won't decline, but let me put the ugly words first: if it's not done well, you can't blame me."

"If I offend someone, you have to help me." Fang Ziye said.

Chen Guangbai slapped his thigh: "I can not blame you, but if you want me to help you, I am powerless."

"My current personal ability, upon entering the sanatorium, can only start from scratch, after all I've been neglected for many years; do you think I inherited my father's mantle?"

"My current strength can barely be considered a bit stronger than an ordinary Associate Professor."

"Of course, I mean the kind of very orthodox Associate Professor who follows the Traditional Chinese Medicine path, not one who gets there through crooked ways."

Because the Traditional Chinese Medicine system is traditional medicine, it is difficult to objectify in professional title evaluation, so the title system is actually relatively chaotic.

Moreover, the personal ability of Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners is not easy to objectively quantify at present, so there is a lot of room for operation.

"Doctor Chen, you definitely can."

"Doing business is much harder than being a doctor."

"By the way, Doctor Chen, may I ask one more question: which company did you sell your company to in the end?" Fang Ziye asked casually.

"The Han City Military Region." Chen Guangbai replied.

Fang Ziye, upon hearing this, suddenly gasped.

What the hell kind of obscure Demon King answer is this?

His eyes looked around Chen Guangbai's body in astonishment.

"Is there a problem?" Chen Guangbai asked back with a smile-not-smile.

Fang Ziye's mouth opened and closed for a while, then he shook his head completely.

Hmm, then it's fine.

Fang Ziye said, how could Chen Guangbai and the sanatorium's difficult problems be handled so quickly.

It turned out that when Chen Guangbai went out to start a company before, he had already thought out the final destination.

So Chen Guangbai had previously spared no effort to pour money into the sanatorium.

Chen Guangbai had never been inside the 'system' at all.

Others thought Chen Guangbai changing careers was neglecting his proper business, but actually he was not playing the traditional sanatorium game at all.

"Doctor Chen, you're awesome! ~" Fang Ziye gave Chen Guangbai a thumbs up.

Chen Guangbai shook his head: "Mainly also because the scale was too big; selling it to others also helps clear out the rot."

"So, I found a most special, most reliable department."

Whether this can actually operate inside, Fang Ziye can't control, and doesn't want to get involved.

But Chen Guangbai's other sentence almost made Fang Ziye want to jump up on the spot: "The AI prosthesis your team is developing is currently extremely popular."

"So many people have a very high evaluation of Professor Fang."

"Your network of connections is not narrow, oh."

Chen Guangbai spoke with a meaningful tone.

Fang Ziye, upon hearing this, thought for a moment, and asked: "Boss Chen, you must not tell me, it's because of this thing that you were recruited?"

"This thing accounts for a larger factor."

"You think, if this thing can really be further optimized, it might be sci-fi mechs..."

"Of course, it won't grow to such a fierce level in a few hundred years, but some experts proposed whether these prostheses can be optimized into auxiliary training devices, to more standardized, visualized, orderly, and stepwise improve soldiers' physical fitness."

"Anyway, I don't understand." Chen Guangbai didn't go deeper into it either.

Fang Ziye quickly shook his head: "I don't understand either, Doctor Chen, you must explain, I don't understand."

Fang Ziye currently has no plans to transform into a full-time military doctor or engage in medical military-industrial research.

"Rest assured, even if you understand, we are reluctant to let you be recruited, right?"

"We're all doctors first, so we hope there can be more experts around us." After soothing Fang Ziye, Chen Guangbai spoke again.

"Professor Fang, this trip of mine to Jingdu might get entangled in some trouble."

"Someone says the Aristolochic Acid Incident from twenty years ago might appear once again."

"Just don't know how many ancient prescriptions we'll have reduced this time." Chen Guangbai looked toward the distance with drooping eyelids, his voice low.

"Doctor Chen, there are ancient prescriptions being reduced, but also quite a few contemporary prescriptions being developed; some not-so-good things being optimized is a good thing."

"Nor can we rule out that some contemporary prescriptions and folk remedies are just idle fantasies of boring people, blindly hitting on disease treatment." Fang Ziye didn't understand Traditional Chinese Medicine either, so he could only offer such comfort.

"Mm, as long as it doesn't involve classical classical formulas, the rest we can only take one step at a time."

"For Traditional Chinese Medicine to develop is still too difficult."

"Drug efficacy issues, prescription issues, drug property issues, side effect issues that people didn't pay attention to before."

"If our Traditional Chinese Medicine circle also had a genius willful person like Professor Fang you appear, how good that would be." Chen Guangbai remarked with feeling.

"Aren't you one, Doctor Chen?" Fang Ziye replied.

"Me? I don't count."

Chen Guangbai shook his head: "I can't not count... I don't have that kind of courage; at most I'm just a deserter."

Evening, seven twenty.

Lanterns just lit, the traffic outside flowed like woven fabric.

Fang Ziye had just returned to Luo Tingzhu's house; after taking off his coat he walked to the windowsill, thoughtfully picking up the old mobile phone Chen Guangbai had given him.

Chen Guangbai's voice echoed in his ear: "Doctor Fang, this is a mobile phone with an organized contact list; inside are some phone numbers you'll surely find useful."

"And this phone card is also rather special! Others have already kept your contact information in mind, Professor Fang."

"Professor Fang, rest assured; barring special situations and super urgent situations, your phone won't ring."

"And even if it does ring, you have work at hand and don't answer — no problem."

"It's just a pure contact phone."

Fang Ziye's rather old-model mobile phone —

The phone was a bit heavy, not large in volume, even the screen very small.

After turning on there were no fancy functions at all; seemingly only messaging and calling functions, but according to what Chen Guangbai said.

Its main selling point is ultra-long standby and strong signal.

Such a good thing, Fang Ziye also couldn't refuse to accept.

Moreover, Fang Ziye even sensibly didn't go through the contact list inside; who knows, maybe there's a monitoring device installed, and every operation of Fang Ziye's would be monitored?

Mainly because Fang Ziye currently has no need whatsoever.

(Chapter End)