Chapter 703: Super Big Deal! (Requesting Subscription)

This was Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan testing him, probing Fang Ziye's attitude.

Fang Ziye was no longer what he used to be, and the current orthopedics structure was no longer what it used to be; Ziye was no longer that dispensable orthopedics little brother, but rather a "big shot of orthopedics" whose every opinion mattered greatly!

Fang Ziye did not delay for long, replying: "Teacher Xie, looking vertically, Teacher Yuan is my person of gratitude; I should naturally support him continuing to stay in Trauma Surgery."

"But looking horizontally, our hospital's core system is ultimately the professor-led group system; Teacher Xie, your comprehensive level is relatively superior to my person of gratitude."

"From the perspective of relatively longer-term development, if my teacher goes to the Trauma Center to gain experience for a while, it would also be more beneficial."

"So I one hundred percent support Teacher Xie's proposal."

Xie Jinyuan read very quickly: "Really?"

"Teacher Xie, my honest words come from the bottom of my heart, and are not merely to curry favor with you." Fang Ziye replied candidly.

"Thank you, Ziye, for being able to support and choose so objectively. /clasped fists salute." Xie Jinyuan sent a worshipping gesture.

"Then I must congratulate Teacher Xie even more." Fang Ziye replied with a smile.

After finishing the chat with Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan, Fang Ziye temporarily put down his mobile phone and continued to ponder deeply for roughly two minutes.

Then he picked up his mobile phone and sent this message to Yuan Weihong.

Yuan Weihong himself did not yet know about this proposal, so he replied relatively flustered: "Ziye, what do you think?"

"Master, if I say my suggestion is that after Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan is promoted to Chief Physician next year, you first go to his current position, would you want to beat me up?" Fang Ziye probed in reply.

"Damn it, what do you think?" Yuan Weihong was not polite to Fang Ziye at all, and the text he sent seemed as if it were baring its teeth and brandishing its claws.

Fang Ziye was not surprised, but he had long had a contingency plan: "But Master, although your seniority is not as good as Teacher Xie Jinyuan's, your accumulation is much thicker than his?"

"So, your resume should look better than his."

"Ziye, you're betraying your own kin for righteousness!!!! ~" Yuan Weihong disregarded everything else and sent a string of exclamation marks.

Fang Ziye continued unhurriedly: "For Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan, being promoted to Chief Physician and leading a group alone is his upper limit."

"But for Master you, it is not so!"

"Master you have basic research accumulation as internal strength, professional technical accumulation as the sword in your hand, and connections as a ladder net; would you lack an opportunity to lead a group?"

"Master you are only thirty-seven years old this year, and already a Chief Physician Researcher, Associate Professor, Deputy Director Physician, holding an Outstanding Youth Fund research project! ~"

"The position where Professor Duan Hong is located is where Master you should go! ~"

"But this requires a smooth foundation; it is best to have a relatively more impeccable resume to convince others."

"Master you lack neither research projects nor opportunities to lead a group."

"After you are promoted to Chief Physician, the hospital will inevitably assign you to lead a group; after your seniority rises, you sitting in the position of Administrative Director of a specialty is also a matter of course."

"Even further, the position of Specialty Chief Director where Teacher Deng is now is also yours."

Yuan Weihong interrupted at this moment: "Wait a moment?"

"I've done all these things you said, so what the hell were you doing?!!!!"

Yuan Weihong still loved his students, at least he loved Fang Ziye.

"Master, I naturally want to be a good-for-nothing rich second generation who waits to die! ~"

"Don't you understand yet? I think I was happiest during my doctoral period."

"Carefree and without worries." Fang Ziye sent back a voice message with a laugh.

"You."

Yuan Weihong said: "First, I don't want to be scolded."

"Second, those with virtue hold their position."

Fang Ziye replied: "Master, let me say something unpleasant; what do matters within our master's school have to do with outsiders?"

"Second, who dares to say Master you lack virtue and ability?"

"Third, actually Master, given my temperament, I am at most only suitable to lead one group, and not suitable to be an administrative director! ~"

Fang Ziye was very clear about his own flaw: that in extreme situations, he lacked a kind of smoothness that others "considered" necessary.

But Fang Ziye felt he could not change it; so-called smoothness was all polished out by experience.

After Fang Ziye got the panel, he had been flourishing all the way; everything was handled with violent suppression, and others' polishing were all smashed to pieces by Fang Ziye's sharp edges.

And to have the current Fang Ziye go back and correct his temper, there was no longer any opportunity, and it would only make Fang Ziye feel too tired! ~

"Master, as long as I don't leave Zhongnan Hospital, no one will dare say you are unworthy."

"As for the rest, why bother so much?" Fang Ziye said.

Yuan Weihong said: "Even when I was in my prime, if you didn't become the director, what would happen when I retired?"

"Aren't there still fellow trainees Lan Tianluo and Jie Han?" Fang Ziye had already selected candidates long ago.

"It's not necessarily true that only becoming a director is the most excellent."

Yuan Weihong: "......"

Deng Haibo's message was: "Ziye truly lives up to his name; if he doesn't act, it's fine, but once he acts, he amazes everyone."

"After Professor Wu stepped down, he called me to talk about Professor Fang; I stayed in the room and agonized for a full two hours, still unable to figure it out!"

Fang Ziye twisted his buttocks to straighten his sitting posture, and quickly edited the message with both hands: "Professor Deng, you flatter me; I am only doing my own job well, and I hope you and Professor Wu won't blame my presumption!"

"Actually, the idea was given by Professor Wu Yong; I am at most just a worker executing tasks......"

Fang Ziye then sent two cute "Silly Laughing Chosen One Worker" emojis.

Sent it.

Seeing Fang Ziye bring up Wu Yong's name, Deng Haibo could only helplessly say: "Professor Fang is indeed eloquent and also very modest."

Wu Yong was the director; Deng Haibo certainly couldn't say Wu Yong was wrong.

But actually, Deng Haibo knew in his heart: ideas are ideas, approaches are approaches, and execution is execution.

Many people can think of how to do things better, but whether they can actually do it and realize it in reality is what matters most.

Surgery is even more so.

The skill in one's hands is the true skill.

"It's not that I'm being low-key, I'm just stating facts, Teacher Deng. I've never even thought about doing aortic suture without hemostasis — our Orthopedics doctors have never had such a notion." Fang Ziye spoke on behalf of the entire Orthopedics Department to explain.

There's no other reason — Orthopedics arteries can all be hemostasized first, then sutured.

At worst, you amputate the leg — there simply doesn't exist the conceptual notion of aortic suture without hemostasis.

In Vascular Surgery, Professor Wu Yong can have such a notion to save a life.

In Orthopedics, no one can have such a notion — as long as anyone dares to generate such a notion, it's purely for showing off, and gambling with the patient's life as the stake!

The ins and outs must be analyzed clearly, and the groundwork laid properly.

Only then can it be convenient for Fang Ziye to carry out similar operations in the future, having a prefatory explanation to rely on.

What's more, this is also the truth.

Deng Haibo has long been an old hand — facing Fang Ziye's little-old-hand tactics, he's also very sensible: "Okay okay okay, Professor Fang, I'll definitely say a few more good words for Director Wu Yong when the time comes."

"Strive to talk until he believes it."

Fang Ziye appears to be humble, but in reality he's asking Deng Haibo to do a favor — go kiss up to Professor Wu Yong, to resolve Fang Ziye's "worries about the rear"!

Make Wu Yong take the initiative to step out and play this show-off role, and prop up this reputation.

Fang Ziye began to complain: "Oh my, that's really too much thanks to you, Teacher Deng."

"Teacher Deng, you're very familiar with my Master — you should know, I also have no choice. I've fallen many times, so I've fallen painfully; having fallen painfully, I can only learn my lesson..."

Deng Haibo cut off the topic: "Alright, Fang Oil Stick, not talking with you anymore — this weekend I'm going to find Deng Yong for drinks."

He didn't scoop up much practical benefit, but instead got a task strapped onto him by Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye thus finished clearing Deng Haibo's chat window — not seeing Luo Tingzhu's message, Fang Ziye continued to the next column —

"Aunt Ruan, can Uncle Liu be discharged? That's a good thing! ~"

"When will he be discharged? I'll come see you off then." Fang Ziye said.

Aunt Ruan hurriedly replied: "Professor Fang, you're usually busy so don't trouble yourself. During our hospitalization here, you've been quite troubled. You've come so many times."

"I've also asked around with many people in the Department — they know you've been very busy lately."

Ruan Qiutao's tone was sincere.

Originally, Ruan Qiutao was also led astray by her own daughter, thinking Fang Ziye was truly throwing a tantrum — during their hospitalization, Fang Ziye actually only came two or three times.

But after she inquired about Fang Ziye's schedule arrangements, she realized — Fang Ziye being able to squeeze out time these few times, and even personally coming to do surgery — that was truly giving enormous face.

"Aunt Ruan, you're still being so polite with me?" Fang Ziye didn't say it explicitly.

Ruan Qiutao is, after all, Luo Tingzhu's mother.

Ruan Qiutao's tone was decisive: "Professor Fang, one matter belongs to one matter."

"Still need to distinguish clearly."

Seeing this, Fang Ziye tapped the table, asking in a roundabout way: "Aunt Ruan, I have a fellow trainee currently doing research in Sha City."

"Look — why don't you stay in Han City a few more days? You and Uncle Liu have been here so long, I haven't even had a chance to treat you to a meal."

After seeing these two messages, Ruan Qiutao was silent for a long time.

"No need for Professor Fang to worry. No need for a meal."

"Don't know which hospital your fellow trainee is working at now, Professor Fang?" Ruan Qiutao asked very cautiously.

After reading this message, Fang Ziye suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He remembered one year during New Year, Luo Tingzhu's parents both sides had the whole family mobilized to Han City — originally wanting to gather together.

But Luo Tingzhu severed this gathering from the middle.

"Aunt Ruan, I'm free now — can you come downstairs? Let's go walk around the Basic Medical College together?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Okay..." Ruan Qiutao nodded.

Fang Ziye went out the door very neatly, and then half an hour later, was walking together with Ruan Qiutao on the playground behind the Basic Medical College.

Ruan Qiutao looked at the photo album Fang Ziye had specially organized related to Lan Tianluo, looking very absorbed.

Upon seeing a group photo of Lan Tianluo and Assimilate, Ruan Qiutao even specially asked: "Who is this girl?"

"Her name is Assimilate, she's a physician in the Pharmacy Department of Peking Union Medical College Hospital, currently my fellow trainee's girlfriend — she's three years older than Tian Luo." Fang Ziye replied meticulously.

Ruan Qiutao nodded, looked very carefully at Assimilate's photo, then turned to the next page — but saw the album had already reached the end.

She then returned the mobile phone to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye, who already knew of the relationship between Lan Tianluo and Ruan Qiutao, became even more certain of this point at this moment.

When Fang Ziye took back the phone, he lowered his voice and asked: "Auntie, actually I'm very puzzled."

"Professor Fang, I should go back — Liu Xia alone can't take good care of your Uncle Liu!" Ruan Qiutao actively closed the topic.

Changing from sitting to walking, she twisted the shoulder bag into her palm, and began walking forward.

"Aunt Ruan! ~" Fang Ziye called out to Ruan Qiutao.

Ruan Qiutao lowered her head, seemingly using her arm to wipe something: "I don't blame him."

"At that time, he could only choose this way — he couldn't protect us."

"I'm also grateful to my mother-in-law — for this she never spoke to him again for life. Even at death, she didn't forgive him."

Ruan Qiutao's voice was very light and low, almost inaudible.

But it was just right — delivered to Fang Ziye's ear.

Yet just these simple, few short lines of words let Fang Ziye guess something — and then he didn't continue to probe deeper.

Like this, it seems everything makes sense.

The reason Luo Tingzhu's Grandma is at daggers drawn with Luo Pan and Lan Tianluo isn't because Lan Tianluo treated Luo Tingzhu badly — it's because Luo Pan wasn't good enough to Ruan Qiutao.

Otherwise, how could a child's jest make an old person hold such a grudge? Not interact for a whole lifetime?

But as for why Luo Tingzhu's grandma would harbor hatred even toward Lan Tianluo, this "biological grandson," that was also not something Fang Ziye could hear about today.

In the early twenty-first century, the late twentieth century, Eastern Han's public security environment was very chaotic!

Far from comparable to now.

After Fang Ziye returned home, he did not mention this matter to Luo Tingzhu, but instead smiled cheerfully while organizing materials and chatting with Luo Tingzhu, chatting until around one in the early morning before going to sleep.

……

The next day, nine in the morning, Bone Disease Department.

Du Yingshan personally sat with Fang Ziye in the Director's Office, opened the computer, and carefully read the scans.

And pulled up a comparison of the MRI results from admission and from one day ago.

Du Yingshan's voice carried a trace of caution: "Ziye, based on the segmental comparison before and after Liu Gaobo's operation, the bone dissolution caused by the tumor has shrunk by at least half."

"Spinal angiography also shows that the tumor is still localized within the vertebra, with no enhanced vascular shadows or enhanced lymph nodes seen in the surroundings."

"This is only the result after one cycle of chemotherapy."

"Based on my discussion with Professor Hu, Professor Ning Haiqing, and some other experts in the industry, we speculate that Liu Gaobo is very likely to achieve a clinical cure effect through chemotherapy alone."

"It's just that later, the void caused by bone absorption may be relatively large, but that's no problem; direct PVP filling can avoid open surgery."

"This is a very standard and typical case of all-chemotherapy treatment of osteosarcoma, conforming to the current surgical standards for osteosarcoma treatment."

Everything Du Yingshan said was displayed in the MRI system, and Fang Ziye could also see it.

However, Fang Ziye still meticulously reviewed Liu Gaobo's various examination indicators from top to bottom.

He tilted his head and asked: "Professor Du, during Liu Gaobo's entire chemotherapy period, there was still some chemotherapy drug extravasation into the body system, and liver and kidney function still had transient abnormalities."

Du Yingshan heard this and said: "That's a given. This dosage is almost negligible; it may have entered the body through the focal lymphatic system or tissue fluid system."

"The chemotherapy dosage is less than one-thousandth of the conventional dosage, causing only abnormal fluctuations in liver and kidney function; this is already a completely negligible state."

"Ziye, our ward's current first-cycle chemotherapy effect is very good, especially in terms of safety."

"Because the chemotherapy drugs are concentrated in the segment, we have very boldly increased the chemotherapy dosage to twice the conventional dosage based on calculation, and it is still safe and reliable."

"Based on my and Professor Hu Pingdong's estimation, the final chemotherapy dosage, if it reaches maturity, may reach five to fifteen times high-throughput chemotherapy!"

Du Yingshan's speculation is not groundless, but based on approximate estimation from the drug extravasation dosage.

However, Fang Ziye still very cautiously said: "Professor Du, in our animal experiments, the highest average chemotherapy throughput was only seven times conventional chemotherapy."

"What can be confirmed is that at seven times concentration throughput, the chemotherapy drugs still have a chemotherapy effect, but whether they still have a chemotherapy effect if higher, there is no absolute data support."

"It may require further speculation through animal experiments!" Fang Ziye told the truth.

Clinical trials should be based on animal experiments and cannot be detached from clinical trials.

Du Yingshan heard this and hurriedly said: "Fang Ziye, that is natural."

"Our department is already conducting higher-throughput animal experimental research; our hospital's microcirculation instruments are all ready-made, and the technical level is also on constant standby!"

"This point definitely doesn't need you, Ziye, to worry about anymore."

"I can be very certain, this will be a major transformation in tumor treatment!"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye suddenly tentatively asked: "Professor Du, then what if, in the future, the chemotherapy effect is relatively good, and surgical intervention is not needed?"

"Then this bone tumor treatment, would it belong to the Tumor Department or...?"

Bang!

Du Yingshan was only focused on excitement and simply hadn't thought of this point—

After Fang Ziye's words fell, Du Yingshan's right hand turned into a slap and smashed directly onto the table; the teacup shook left and right several times.

Fang Ziye was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly stood up: "Professor Du, I still have some matters in my department; how about I go back first?"

Du Yingshan didn't reply; his gaze scanned up and down Fang Ziye's body, his mouth opening and closing uncertainly, his eyes deep, his pupils as if holding a thousand words, merely suppressed so they didn't burst out.

Those words, judging from Du Yingshan's current expression, were not pleasant to hear.

"Teacher Du." After nearly half a minute, Fang Ziye felt his body turning a bit cold, so he called Du Yingshan again, hoping he could recover his reason.

"It's nothing, Ziye, you go." Du Yingshan's voice became faint and distant...

Fang Ziye took the opportunity to hurriedly slip away—

After leaving the Director's Office door, Associate Professor Chen Xiao happened to be stopped at the office doorway by a subordinate, holding a notebook consulting on a drug dosage.

Chen Xiao said: "Maybe Professor Hu misspoke; you correct it first, I'll call and ask in detail to ensure dosage safety."

"Not bad, doing things very meticulously."

"Then I'll go write the medical orders first, Teacher Chen." The graduate student nodded.

Seeing Fang Ziye approach, he immediately called out: "Teacher Fang."

Chen Xiao also greeted: "Ziye, you've come to see your acquaintance again?"

"He can be discharged now; the first-cycle chemotherapy effect is very good."

"Hongsheng, you go write the medical orders."

The graduate student called Hongsheng immediately walked away properly and rule-abidingly.

"Mm, Professor Du said discharge today, so I came to take a look; during this period, thanks for the trouble, Brother Xiao." Fang Ziye struggled a bit, but still decided to change Chen Xiao's address to Brother Xiao.

Chen Xiao's age isn't that old either, only thirty-seven, same age as his own Master, only about seven years older than himself.

"Mainly Professor Du and Cao Jin and them worked hard; your relative was personally managed by this big-shot Doctor Cao Jin!" Chen Xiao emphasized.

Cao Jin was a Doctor who stayed at Zhongnan Hospital in the same cohort as Fang Ziye; it's said he has very high qualifications in the Bone Disease Department.

In this cohort, he just missed the Bone Disease Department's corresponding Master's standard by a tiny bit, and entered the PhD program through the high-end cutting-edge operation special assessment.

In that cohort, his comprehensive grades ranked first in the Bone Disease Department.

Very few people at Zhongnan Hospital can stay through the operation special assessment for a PhD; if Trauma Surgery didn't have Fang Ziye and 'Song Yi', they would have to wait until Lan Tianluo grew up before producing another such talent.

"Brother Jin already sent me a message long ago; he indeed worked hard." Fang Ziye said.

"Brother Xiao, your group's data should also be pretty good, right?"

Chen Xiao nodded: "Didn't I collect everything and send it to you? Ziye, you didn't even take a single glance?"

Fang Ziye said: "Our own hospital's teachers doing things, I believe they are more rigorous, so there's no need to look at all! ~"

"I mostly just looked at the other three hospitals' data. Extracting abnormal values."

Chen Xiao then spoke in a businesslike tone: "You still have to look, this isn't a joke."

"Professor Hu and Professor Du and them often say, they want us to wait for your feedback results at any time! ~"

Fang Ziye said: "Feedback also has to wait until all the data has been statistically analyzed, then we can give a better clinical data based on the data."

"I feel my previous guess was still correct. In animal experiments, six-times flux treatment effect was higher than other multiples, but in humans, the conclusion definitely won't be the same."

"Because the ratios of human skeletal volume to lower limb volume, surface area, and total body surface area are all different."

Chen Xiao nodded: "That's true. Ziye, you do things so meticulously and rigorously, no wonder you're famous."

"When you make it big in the future, you absolutely mustn't forget to give your Brother Xiao a hand."

"The relationship between us two brothers..." Chen Xiao and Fang Ziye started walking toward the department exit with arms around each other's shoulders...

Hand Surgery, Demonstration Classroom.

Zhu Quanlin was reporting the patient's preoperative and postoperative activity data comparison very seriously and professionally: "The patient's current wrist joint range of motion comparison table is as follows!"

"Palmar flexion: preoperative 30°, current postoperative 45°, normal reference value: 50°-60°."

"Dorsiflexion: preoperative 5°, current postoperative 22°, normal reference value: 30°-60°"

"Ulnar deviation: preoperative 12°, current postoperative 26°, normal reference value: 30°-40°"

"Radial deviation: preoperative 6°, current postoperative 15°, normal reference value 25°-30°."

"Internal rotation..."

"Extensor digitorum muscle strength..."

Because it was in Hand Surgery, therefore Zhu Quanlin and the others reported the patient's postoperative functional physical examination very meticulously and precisely.

Every muscle strength was individually graded and assessed; this kind of physical examination, only very professional hand surgeons can perform.

Fang Ziye might even have slight omissions, but the presented results were still all understandable.

Just a single detailed upper limb physical examination report, Zhu Quanlin reported for a full ten minutes or so.

Liu Huanglong listened, tilted his head and asked seriously: "Ziye, how do you feel the current rehabilitation extent is?"

"Originally I was still worried our team couldn't pull off this degenerative disease functional reconstruction surgery, but from the current results report, it seems pretty good."

Fang Ziye listened, looked carefully at Liu Huanglong, meeting Liu Huanglong's expectant-for-praise gaze, and asked: "Teacher Liu, do you want me to give a civil critique or a martial critique?"

Liu Huanglong was immediately stumped: "What's the difference between the two?"

Associate Professor Guan Qiquan and Yang Wenzheng immediately corrected their casually sitting postures, placed both hands flat on their abdomens, and restrained their playful smiles.

"Civil critique is praising; martial critique is speaking the truth." Fang Ziye said expressionlessly.

"Then let's hear both! ~" Liu Huanglong extended his own right hand to scratch his temple hair, then stroked down his earlobe.

"If civil critique, then the overall surgery completion degree is very good. Functional improvement is also very good, postoperative expectation is worth expecting."

"Especially in muscle strength reconstruction, basically most muscles' strength have recovered to grade four or above, meaning they can resist partial resistance."

"Surgery completed quite beautifully." Fang Ziye smiled.

Liu Huanglong put down his right hand, thumb and index finger rubbing against each other for a while: "Then the martial critique?"

"Who did this patient's muscle suturing?"

"Or rather, who was the lead surgeon for this patient's extensor digitorum reconstruction surgery?" Fang Ziye directly pointed it out.

Associate Professor Guan Qiquan subconsciously glanced at Liu Huanglong, then very sensibly raised his own hand; Liu Huanglong then touched his own nose.

"Done very well, but don't do it this way next time!"

"Extensor reconstruction surgery, don't casually do tendon and muscle transplantation! ~" Fang Ziye didn't really give a martial critique either.

Liu Huanglong asked in detail: "We discovered during surgery that the patient's muscles were all in an atrophic state, not much muscle residue remained."

"In such a situation, if we don't do transplantation treatment, what should we do?"

Fang Ziye said: "As long as it hasn't completely disappeared or rotted, don't add unnecessary complications."

"Transplantation surgery is more used for repair surgery."

"Reconstruction surgery and transplantation surgery still need to be separated."

"The less residue, the more cautious tendon transplantation must be, after all they aren't muscles and tendons of the corresponding parts! ~"

"No matter how you shape them, they can never be the original state."

"On the contrary, if you don't do transplantation treatment, it won't affect muscle strength too much either, unless it's a completely absent state where there's no way, only then is transplantation surgery needed for reconstruction."

"Otherwise it's best to do functional reconstruction of the original anatomical structure, not anatomical reconstruction after transplantation."

"This is still different from local adhesion surgery after mangled extremity postoperative..."

Fang Ziye spoke to here, then smiled again: "However, the handling of nerve segments was still very good. Professor Liu is especially professional in nerve handling."

Although Fang Ziye was praising himself, Liu Huanglong couldn't be happy at all.

Surgery has specialties; he himself is more skilled at nerve handling.

He turned to ask: "Ziye, are the intricacies of tendon transfer surgery and tendon transplantation surgery especially deep?"

Only true hand surgeons know that actually tendon handling and nerve handling are also not the same; different people's skill levels also differ.

"Later on, it's just personal experience; there's no absolute right or wrong. Professor Liu, I'm only speaking my personal experience." Fang Ziye knew Liu Huanglong's mood might not be too good, so he softened it a bit.

After all Liu Huanglong isn't from Trauma Surgery; he was waiting for his praise and recognition, not martial critique.

The department's first time lead-surgeoning a nerve degenerative disease functional reconstruction surgery, Liu Huanglong's mood was actually very good.

"Sigh, surgery looks not simple; doing it and doing it well is even more not easy."

"Ziye, this patient, there's no rescue method anymore; next time I'll definitely pay attention!" Liu Huanglong said.

Fang Ziye then continued: "Teacher Liu, the patient's etiology is different, when handling, the thinking should also have some differences."

"Moreover, we must also pay attention to our own final positioning of the patient's functional recovery expectations! ~"

"If the patient only requires relatively simple range of motion, then any method can be chosen."

"If the patient has relatively high and precise requirements for postoperative range of motion, then we must, based on the etiology, make corrections to the treatment models and approaches! ~"

"There is no absolute functional reconstruction surgery, only suitable reconstruction approaches."

"Speaking of the root, it is actually the flexible application and transformation of the two reconstruction approaches: anatomical reconstruction and functional reconstruction; the root point lies here."

"It is not that anatomical reconstruction is absolutely good; although functional reconstruction is currently rejected by most sub-specialties and teams, that does not mean it is bad."

"If during the operation process, one blindly believes in a certain concept with a one-size-fits-all approach, it shackles the upper limit of the surgical prognosis."

"I personally still feel that what our Hand Surgery needs to do now is not merely as simple as completing one surgery or one category of surgery."

"Rather, it is to solidly do a category of surgery that others cannot do well, and even to clean up the mess for surgeries others have done but with problems."

"This is a problem we must face after initiating the research and development of functional reconstruction surgery, and it is also the responsibility we should undertake."

"Doing things, see them through to the end! ~"

"Of course, this is also just my thought! ~" Fang Ziye implied.

Liu Huanglong's ambition was great; Fang Ziye had no way to control him like he controlled his own Master.

But after all, they had known each other, and had also cooperated together.

Under suitable conditions, Fang Ziye still wanted to tell Liu Huanglong: your steps have been a bit too big recently! ~

The current Hand Surgery team is very obviously disconnected from you.

The most obvious point is that even the Associate Professors in your group can no longer restrain your thinking; such a team is disconnected, unhealthy! ~"

"What are the responsibilities of an Associate Professor? First is learning surgery, second is teaching subordinates, third is holding down the daily surgeries in the hospital area, fourth is 'supervising' the leading Professor, able to have a dissenting voice, letting the Professor know they cannot be a one-man show."

"If even one of these functions the Associate Professor cannot fulfill well, then this team will inevitably become disconnected into a sub-health state."

"At the start there may be nothing, but increasingly it will evolve into a one-man show; at that time, whatever Liu Huanglong says goes."

"Until the end, walking more and more wrongly, having long since deviated from the word 'team'!"

Fang Ziye could say these things to Yuan Weihong, but he could not say them to Liu Huanglong, because Fang Ziye was not Liu Huanglong's teacher, and Liu Huanglong had not benefited much from Fang Ziye.

Liu Huanglong was, after all, a shrewd person; although not old in years, to climb to such a position at such a young age, his instinct was extremely keen.

"Ziye, if you have other words, feel free to speak directly?" Liu Huanglong asked, touching his chin.

"Then there is nothing else, Teacher Liu."

"The above is my view on this surgery; overall, it is also a major breakthrough for our Department! ~"

"I said before, Teacher Liu, you definitely can complete this surgery." Fang Ziye said cautiously.

Being able to complete it, and being able to complete it relatively perfectly, are two concepts.

Hearing this, Liu Huanglong stood up and walked out of the office together with Fang Ziye.

Liu Huanglong saw Fang Ziye all the way to the Hand Surgery hospital area door; after entering the stairwell passage, Liu Huanglong then said: "Ziye, do you have some words that are unsuitable to say in front of others?"

Fang Ziye had already stepped down the third level, right hand holding the escalator, turning his head back: "Teacher Liu, I feel the problems I raised are not your operation problems! ~"

"I know you have already exerted your full effort."

Fang Ziye finished speaking and walked on down; Liu Huanglong called out twice more, but he never turned back again.

Liu Huanglong's expression gradually became serious; after his eyes flashed a few times, he muttered: "Not an operation problem?"

"But you clearly said my operation was not good enough?"

After Liu Huanglong returned to the Department, he heard Guan Qiquan and the others whispering privately.

Liu Huanglong eavesdropped for a while.

Zhu Quanlin said: "Brother Guan, this Fang Ziye is really too not giving Teacher Liu face, right? Still criticizing in writing and verbally, our surgery was clearly already done this well."

Guan Qiquan shook his head: "Loyal advice is harsh to the ear but benefits action."

"Fang Ziye is not Yuan Weihong, nor is he the kind of person who likes to show off and put on airs in front of others."

"I always feel that Fang Ziye not choosing to go on stage for this surgery has other considerations."

Yang Wenzheng asked: "At that time, didn't Fang Ziye say our team absolutely could take down this surgery?"

"The fact is also so! What deep meaning could this still have?"

Guan Qiquan then asked: "Then you say, we have already finished, the reported results are this good, he suddenly comes with a written criticism or verbal criticism?"

"What does this mean?"

"Stepping on our Hand Surgery once, finding a sense of existence?"

"If Fang Ziye really wanted to find a sense of existence, wouldn't ignoring us directly be better?"

"Why bother inviting him, coming and then offending Professor Liu once?"

"Eaten full and nothing to do?"

Zhu Quanlin heard and said: "If there are words, just say them directly, what's with playing charades, tormenting whom?"

"Who else to torment, tormenting me, modal particle!" Liu Huanglong pushed the door and entered at this moment.

Guan Qiquan and the others stood up one after another, properly and rule-abidingly shouting "Director Liu."

Liu Huanglong instructed: "From now on, our group will also not do this kind of neurodegenerative disease functional reconstruction surgery."

"We still cannot do it."

Guan Qiquan heard this, his expression changing slightly: "Professor Liu, but?"

"We have already finished it, though?"

"The current effect is also not bad."

Guan Qiquan actually felt the current surgical quality was still very good, very worthy of expectation.

If they had chosen not to start from the beginning then fine, but now it has already started, to call a halt, wouldn't the previous efforts all be taking off pants to fart — wasted?

"But it didn't make Fang Ziye satisfied, did it?"

"The relationships between subspecialties are quite delicate; one still needs to pay attention to certain things!"

"Compared to the functional reconstruction surgery for postoperative functional impairment of mangled extremities before, the functional reconstruction surgery we produce now still falls short in some respects."

"Still, wide entry strict exit — wait until Fang Ziye and them produce an animal trial model, then we'll go practice properly."

"Don't ruin Hand Surgery's current good situation for nothing just for the sake of doing surgery."

"Fang Ziye can keep Yuan Weihong and them steady; we also need to think carefully about why that is……"

Guan Qiquan patted his own right cheek: "Last month could still be explained by Trauma Surgery lacking a Chief Physician to allow bottom."

"This month, Professor Gong Jiahe has already come to Zhongnan Hospital, yet Fang Ziye still chooses to remain unmoved as before."

"Should be in a period of recuperation."

Liu Huanglong raised his own right hand: "But Fang Ziye has one point that isn't wrong — we can indeed complete this kind of surgery now."

"Even though we've never carried it out before, our internal force and skill have already risen solidly and steadily."

"It's just that the fire candidate isn't enough yet."

"Sigh, truly envy Yuan Weihong for being Fang Ziye's teacher, so Fang Ziye can unscrupulously tear open Yuan Weihong's clothes."

"No matter how much I cooperate with him, it's only the relationship between Professor Liu and Fang Ziye or Professor Fang……" Liu Huanglong sighed with emotion, his voice and expression exceptionally desolate.

When Fang Ziye returned to Trauma Surgery, Yuan Weihong was already waiting a bit anxiously.

Pacing left and right at the doorway of the demonstration classroom on one hand, checking his watch on the other, muttering "What's he gone off to do?".

When Fang Ziye appeared in the distance and called out "Master", Yuan Weihong restrained all his impatience: "Ziye, you've come."

"Been waiting for you all this time!"

"Professor Gong and Old Professor Xiong Zhizhang are also here!" Yuan Weihong, upon seeing Fang Ziye, pulled Fang Ziye's hand and said.

"Master, was slightly delayed in Hand Surgery for a bit."

"Embarrassed!" Fang Ziye hurriedly put his mobile phone into his white coat, lowered his head slightly, pushed open the door, followed behind Yuan Weihong, and walked into the demonstration classroom filled with major patients.

(Chapter End)