Chapter 709: Someone Is Pretending to Be Impressive Here

"Thank you for the basic research support from Professor Fang's team; the previously investigated cancer village incident now has some leads."

Professor Zhou Yan spoke few words, stopping after a shallow taste.

Fang Ziye finished reading and stood still for a moment, quickly editing: "Professor Zhou, I only provided a train of thought; the ones who completed the task are still the frontline personnel in the laboratory. Therefore, I dare not claim credit."

"You should thank Professor Fang, and you should also thank the teachers in the laboratory."

"To find key nodes from the vast unknown components and structures, without Professor Fang you sorting out the threads, it still wouldn't work."

"Professor Fang has outpatient clinic today, right? I won't disturb you then." Professor Zhou's thoughts were quite meticulous.

Fang Ziye didn't reply much more.

Eastern Han has quite a number of cancer villages, and the ones with unknown causes are not limited to the few that Professor Zhou Yan previously framed for Fang Ziye.

During the investigation, if no proven carcinogens are found to exceed standards, then new carcinogens need to be sought, and their carcinogenicity classified — whether Class 1, Class 2, or Class 3 — this is something public health must do...

Fang Ziye indeed didn't have that much merit in this matter, but he did practically help sort things out, making a certain contribution to building the main framework, but they were all just guesses, without any substantive data support.

Noon, twelve forty.

Only at twelve forty did Fang Ziye send off the last add-on patient of the "morning session"; after closing the consultation room door, Fang Ziye and Lin Fangzhong picked up their boxed meals and started shoveling food in.

Around twelve fifty, a patient and family member holding an examination order tried to push open the consultation room door.

After the creak of the door being pushed sounded, Lin Fangzhong turned his head, Fang Ziye raised his head; both had spinach in their mouths and chili peppers just delivered into their mouths.

After eight eyes met, the patient and family member silently closed the door.

The biggest rule of eating, in Eastern Han, is unimpeded.

Fang Ziye is now the attending doctor of the outpatient clinic, not the duty doctor of the emergency department; by rights he should enjoy the right to eat on time.

Fang Ziye continued silently eating his rice, but Lin Fangzhong immediately stood up, went to the door, and locked it from the inside.

After sitting down, taking advantage of his mouth being temporarily empty, he spoke in a low voice: "Senior Brother, following your rhythm of adding patients, you'll probably have to see sixty or seventy patients a day."

The normal working hours of the outpatient clinic are seven and a half hours: eight to twelve in the morning, two to five-thirty in the afternoon.

A total of four hundred fifty minutes.

Sixty or seventy patients, counting initial consultations and reading results, at least a hundred-odd times.

Even if each takes five minutes, you'd still have to work overtime.

Perhaps the patient-visits are even more.

"Lin Fangzhong, my current outpatient structure is still relatively simple; once familiar with the process, it looks relatively simple."

"If it were complex comprehensive disease types, it would be even less easy!" Fang Ziye said.

Lin Fangzhong didn't continue replying; instead, after finishing the meal, he brought up the ordered coffee, cleared the table, and the two each leaned back diagonally to rest temporarily.

Lin Fangzhong laughed inwardly: "Senior Brother, I heard from the department teachers that even for a single disease type, the image reading and diagnostic complexity of functional impairment diseases is also very high."

"Teacher Deng Yong's average consultation time each time is over ten minutes."

"So, the maximum capacity for a day is only about forty; once there was an add-on to fifty, heard they worked overtime until seven-thirty in the evening."

"Still, Senior Brother you're amazing; sixty or seventy numbers, generally done by six in the afternoon."

Those able to enter Han City University's Seven-Year Clinical Medicine Program have no problem with learning ability and thinking grasp.

Horizontally comparing consultation times, one can glimpse the gap in strength between the two.

One can also more objectively guess Fang Ziye's current comprehensive level.

"Maybe it's that your Senior Brother I read films more carelessly?" Fang Ziye asked with a smile.

"How could that be? Reading this disease type carelessly, how many times have you, Senior Brother, been complained about?"

"Actually, following your outpatient clinic, Senior Brother, I feel my image reading level has also improved quite a bit, but many times it's still somewhat foggy, not transparent enough." Lin Fangzhong actively told Fang Ziye about his own improvement.

Fang Ziye's physical sense wasn't great; Lin Fangzhong had only entered Trauma Surgery recently, his image reading ability in just two or three months only rose from Level 1 5/20 to around Level 1 15/20.

Still hasn't upgraded to Level 2.

Such improvement, in Fang Ziye's eyes now, really doesn't have much difference.

But encouragement that should be given still must be given: "Good that there's improvement; that way you'll feel life is more fulfilling."

"Your current level, compared to mine back then, improved much faster."

Lin Fangzhong nodded, somewhat secretly delighted: "Thanks to your teaching, Senior Brother, my improvement in this aspect is indeed slightly faster than same-class classmates."

"Although in the training room I can't find a sense of improvement, during ward rounds, I myself can feel that the structures I can see are more than others."

"This is only two months."

After Fang Ziye returned to Zhongnan Hospital, Lin Fangzhong only then started following Fang Ziye's outpatient clinic.

Two months, able to pull a section of distance away from other classmates, Lin Fangzhong was already very satisfied.

Accumulation this kind of thing, relies on time and efficiency to slowly grind, to pull open the gap.

Although the main purpose is not to pull distance from others, the sense of achievement feedback after pulling the distance makes one somewhat addicted.

Otherwise, Lin Fangzhong right now not comparing with his own classmates, but instead comparing with his own Senior Brothers, isn't that purely asking for abuse?

"The three major image reading arts of the diagnostic framework, physical examination, and basic theory are the hardest core foundation of medicine."

"In clinical operations, our Trauma Surgery's hemostasis technique and debridement technique are also absolutely the most universal currency; more purely understood, they are general equivalents."

"These nodes, no matter how much time you spend being practical, it's not excessive."

"Moreover, same as theoretical learning, the first thing you must do is memorization and preliminary understanding!"

"If you can't even remember what the key anatomy is, you definitely can't read films well; if you don't even know how to do physical examination techniques, you definitely can't do physical examination well either."

"Analogized to debridement and hemostasis in surgical operations, if you can't even do them, you cannot experience their application and purpose in comprehensive clinical surgical procedures."

"So, don't blame Senior Brother for not telling you now why you have to train like that in the training room; you just follow and train first, wait until you've trained well, then you'll naturally have your own time to experience."

"Moreover, Lin Fangzhong, your opportunity is still considered good now; wait until my students come back, you might have to split the follow-up doctor time evenly."

Fang Ziye is a person who speaks very directly, not hiding or concealing.

Now that Hu Qingyuan isn't here, I'm willing to teach you wholeheartedly if you follow me, and later I'll have my own students too.

Lin Fangzhong grinned honestly and nodded.

Talking about the future is too far off; right now the chance to follow Fang Ziye and observe the Outpatient Clinic is extremely precious, and besides myself, none of Deng Yong's other students have such good treatment.

On one hand it's something I fought for myself, on the other hand, it's because Fang Ziye is my Direct Senior Brother.

……

Afternoon, six ten.

Fang Ziye pushed the Admission Certificate to the young man sitting opposite him: "With your father's situation, you don't need to struggle this much."

"If it could be cured just by taking medicine, then I can guarantee you that I might have to change careers later."

"Because everything I've learned would become meaningless."

"You don't need to struggle, medicine definitely won't cure it. It's a structural problem, and with current technical levels, there's no way to improve it through drugs alone."

"His muscles have already adhered, his nerves have developed interlock compression, if not treated with muscle relaxation surgery, it definitely won't get better……"

After Fang Ziye had Lin Fangzhong take the young man's father out, he spoke very directly.

The young man hesitated for a good while, then said: "Professor Fang, actually I don't want to struggle this much either, it's just that you also know, we're all ordinary working people."

"You might not know, to snatch your appointment number, I snatched for nearly a month, only got it last Saturday."

"You just said, if my father needs to reserve hospitalization, it might take one and a half months, or maybe around two months."

"This time is too long, too uncertain, right?"

"I don't even know if I can get leave then." The young man was around thirty-two or three, slightly older than Fang Ziye, and also earnestly stated his difficulty.

Fang Ziye stood up, nodded and said: "I can understand too, if my family member got sick and always had to wait, I'd feel irritable too. If all the time is uncertain, it makes one feel even more uneasy inside."

"But the problem is, I can't give you a specially precise answer. You're thinking of precision down to which day, which hour, which minute, which second."

"So it's convenient for you to request leave."

"But medicine is uncertain, just like you couldn't predict your father's condition would develop to such a severe degree, if you'd known early, you'd definitely have brought him for a checkup earlier, right?"

"If he'd known early, your father himself might not have worked so hard in his early years to injure his body."

"Our Department has a reservation patient notebook, the information recorded on it is very complete, everyone reserves like this."

"You tell me, how could I possibly advance your father's hospitalization and surgery time just because you have difficulties?"

"Whose family members don't have to work?"

"Civil servants have to work too, if some emergency inspection comes up, they get headaches too."

"I have many civil servants calling me saying they have annual inspections and audits next month, hoping I'll accommodate them."

"If I accommodate them and let their relatives be hospitalized this month, what about the ordinary people who reserved surgery back in September?"

"If I can agree to let you jump the queue now, there's a possibility that when your father's turn finally comes with difficulty, you'll be jumped over."

Hearing this, the young man's mouth corner twitched, he put away the Medical Record Book and Admission Certificate Fang Ziye handed over: "Professor Fang, you say it's naturally like this, but actually there are still operations, right?"

Fang Ziye smiled: "You go reserve and you'll know, on our Hospital's reservation patient notebook, everyone has a prefix number in front of them."

"Our Department, every day we record how many hospitalized patients there are today, which numbers they are, produce it, and publish it on the official account and video account."

Fang Ziye gave the other party a supervision channel.

The young man still said meaningfully: "But, Professor Fang, how many patients your Department discharged today, how many beds were freed up, we don't know, right?"

Fang Ziye stood up, stared blankly at the young man, not saying a word.

The young man felt his words were also a bit too rigid, might have annoyed Fang Ziye, so he immediately cleverly apologized: "Professor Fang, I wasn't deliberately drilling into a dead end, sorry."

Fang Ziye instead took a deep breath: "No need for sorry, I also have to get off work to eat."

"I'm not answering your question just now because I have no way to answer it."

"Numbering the prefixes of reserved hospitalized patients, daily scheduling and video publishing to the official account, is already the limit of my capability range."

"Wanting to achieve absolute fairness, personal capability is limited."

"And to say something not too pleasant, if my parents got sick and needed hospitalization, I would also spare no expense to have them hospitalized at the Hospital at the first time."

"Because at that time, I'm no longer just a pure doctor, I'm also my parents' child."

"Incidentally, I've been in the Medical Industry all my life, so I inevitably have no chance to make big money and get rich……"

Fang Ziye doesn't deny that the Department still has people from Ben Yuan or colleagues who drill loopholes, stuffing their direct relatives or collateral relatives in.

But for non-industry people, you yourself chose that your relationship network isn't in the Medical Industry, you enjoy the advantages unique to your own relationship network, yet want to pursue fairness in every other aspect.

That's thinking a bit too much.

Just like Fang Ziye, he would never say teachers in the education system can directly stuff their kids into famous schools without considering school district housing.

For example, his own Master's daughter, she can directly enter Chang District's best primary and middle schools through her Master's Wife's connections, without Master Yuan Weihong needing to operate.

What's wrong with that?

Hearing this, the young man hurriedly said: "Thank you Professor Fang for being so frank."

Fang Ziye said: "Actually it's not that I'm frank, it's that I'm not deliberately trying to establish some noble persona for myself, I'm just doing some things to the best of my ability."

"And these things are my limit, so-called righteous and awe-inspiring, absolute fairness, that's not something small figures like us can consider."

"You'd better think it over, either go reserve hospitalization, or follow your idea and go to Other Hospitals, find other professors to try, see if Chinese medicine conditioning can achieve your expected rehabilitation requirements……"

Fang Ziye also knew he'd said a bit too much to the other party: "It's not early now, I have to get off work to eat."

"After eating, I still have a video conference."

The young man exclaimed, very surprised: "You guys work overtime for meetings too? I thought you doctors only sit Outpatient Clinic one day a week."

This belongs to having a little attention to the Medical Industry but understanding little, purely imagining it oneself.

"Sitting Outpatient Clinic this one day is receiving patients, other time must handle hospitalized patients' conditions, do Surgery, evaluate preoperative and postoperative indications."

"Remaining free time is doing research, Learning yourself. And a messy pile of administrative related things, might also have to go teach students."

"You tell me, all these times need balancing, if not put on Weekend, when else can they go?"

Fang Ziye currently still has no teaching tasks; after all, his main personnel file is at the Military Region Yangyuan, and he was seconded out.

Otherwise, the Basic Medical College would absolutely assign Fang Ziye a course task, which is also an obligation Fang Ziye must fulfill as an Associate Professor.

After all, he enjoys the Associate Professor subsidy.

The young man took his father and left toward the Orthopedics Building.

……

"Senior Brother, I'm free this evening; do you need any help on your end?" Lin Fangzhong walked side by side with Fang Ziye out of the Outpatient Building, holding two white coats, forcing a smile, trying to look harmless.

"My office is only that big; what help could you give even if you came over?"

Fang Ziye turned his head, reading Lin Fangzhong's mind: "Focus on building your foundation first; don't blame Senior Brother for not reminding you — with your current basic capability accumulation, you still fall a stretch short of my students who look all flashy on the surface."

Lin Fangzhong froze, eyes widening outward: "Hu Qingyuan plays games every day and even does livestreams; he…?"

Fang Ziye crossed his arms, walking calmly, and explained evenly: "I didn't help him with those basics, but the fact you see him that way proves you can't judge people by appearances alone."

"Although I know you all work hard and want to help, you also have to act within your abilities — it's not that I'm unwilling for you to come help!"

"If I put you on stage to suture right now, would you dare go up? Would you dare say you're not afraid of affecting the patient's surgical quality?"

Fang Ziye gave Lin Fangzhong an objective analogy; it wasn't PUA.

Speaking only of ability and not credentials absolutely doesn't mean expecting everyone in the world to revolve around you.

"Senior Brother, then you go be busy." Lin Fangzhong sensibly stopped struggling and replied, instead waving goodbye to Fang Ziye and taking Fang Ziye's white coat back toward the department.

Fang Ziye glanced at the time; he could only walk toward the Experimental Building with his bag on his back while ordering himself another takeout.

After placing the order, Fang Ziye called Yuan Weihong.

"Master, have the department's tasks been scheduled yet? I still need to wrap up data with Lan Tianluo and the others today."

"Although Professor Yao Zhengwu's invitation can be taken lightly, it also shouldn't be treated too carelessly." Fang Ziye opened with an explanation.

The Bone Disease Sub-venue's manuscript invitation was beyond Fang Ziye's expectations, but since the matter had come, he had to prepare at least a little, to show respect to the listeners and the organizer.

"Mm, good!"

"I'll have someone send your schedule to Han Jingyi, and have her draw up a specific itinerary for you."

"Oh, right, Ziye, I heard you even gave Han Jingyi a raise?" Yuan Weihong asked with a laugh.

"Master, it went up by fifteen hundred; monthly salary is now six thousand, which works out to three hundred per workday, with five insurances and one fund."

"Xiao Han is getting on in years too, and she does things steadily and sincerely." Fang Ziye didn't expect his Master to bring this up.

"Mm, just asking." Yuan Weihong replied lightly.

But how could Fang Ziye not understand Yuan Weihong? He soon moved from the elevator waiting area to the stairwell and replied in a soft voice: "Master, then how about I go suggest to Xiao Han that we cut her salary a bit?"

Yuan Weihong counts as a boss of sorts now, with a whole string of people under him, and he's different from bosses like Deng Yong who don't understand research.

Right now, Yuan Weihong probably also wants to hire a research assistant, but he can't be too stingy about it.

Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong belong to the same team; the two research assistants will inevitably interact later. If Yuan Weihong pays less than Fang Ziye, it wouldn't look too good for Fang Ziye toward Yuan Weihong.

"Forget it; your Master isn't as poor as you think." Yuan Weihong knew Fang Ziye had guessed his thoughts.

Hiring a research assistant was just a preliminary idea before, but this Orthopedics Annual Conference made Yuan Weihong realize he currently must have a dedicated research assistant.

Mentioning this, Fang Ziye considered cautiously for a moment, then said: "Master, why don't you help give Teacher Deng a call?"

"Actually, for our big team, assigning Li Yuanpei another person would be more appropriate; otherwise he has to handle every detail himself, which wastes a lot of time."

"But Yuanpei's own seniority isn't enough, and Teacher Deng lacks sensitivity in this area. Better to assign someone to Li Yuanpei in his name."

Yuan Weihong immediately interrupted: "It's not that Teacher Deng lacks sensitivity in this area; it's that it's inconvenient for him to assign an assistant!"

Fang Ziye fell instantly silent.

Right — given Deng Yong's temperament and working style, some things really aren't suitable for others to know he's doing; otherwise it's a thorn he'd bury for himself.

Deng Yong's nature, no matter how you wash it, is essentially unrestrained by convention and can't be brought to the formal table.

"Then forget it, Master; pretend I never brought it up." Fang Ziye said.

Yuan Weihong said: "It's good that you can be considerate of your classmate, but if you want to establish yourself in the department purely through administrative and management means, Li Yuanpei absolutely has to break through."

"A specialty department's dedicated administrator — no hospital has ever had one before. If he's going to be the first, he inevitably needs his own unique ability and charm to legitimize it."

"This isn't something that can be done just by someone's understanding."

"Which person who eats the first crab doesn't need to suffer and take risks?"

Yuan Weihong then asked: "Right, your chemotherapy clinical trial — the Phase I partial data should have started being collected, right?"

"How is it?"

Fang Ziye said: "Not as perfect as imagined, but usable."

The one-month data after the first week of the chemotherapy period for the microcirculation chemotherapy regimen, compared with traditional chemotherapy data, has come out.

It certainly doesn't reach the ideal state, but it also tramples the traditional systemic chemotherapy regimen underfoot and grinds it.

The fact that systemic side effects can be almost ignored alone lets Fang Ziye loudly proclaim this is an epoch-making "chemotherapy revolution"!

Just that, after all, the Phase I clinical trial chemotherapy drug concentration didn't reach the most ideal state, so the expected efficacy doesn't reach the theoretical perfection.

It's merely several times better than traditional chemotherapy effects.

Theoretically, it can achieve clinical cure effects through chemotherapy.

"That's good enough; research is about advancing step by step — even if you take a shortcut, don't think you can ascend to heaven in one step."

"Moreover, traditional chemotherapy is broad-spectrum targeting, not specific targeting; therefore, to reach the most ideal state, we still have to rely on new drug development." Yuan Weihong replied.

"Mm, yes, Master."

"Going from 60 points to 95 points can definitely be achieved through effort, but going from 95 to 100 definitely requires talent and opportunity."

"What we do is just effort. New drug development is what ultimately determines talent, and also opportunity." Fang Ziye finished, then added.

"Just don't know, Master, the basic research on sugar metabolism you're currently undertaking — how much the improvable talent can reach, 96 or 97."

If traditional chemotherapy efficacy can score 60 points, then by improving traditional chemotherapy and establishing the microcirculation chemotherapy regimen, theoretically it can reach above 90 points in the end.

Achieving a perfect score of one hundred should be impossible.

Even if a targeted drug truly emerged, combined with traditional chemotherapy, it still couldn't reach one hundred points; one could only infinitely approach such an ideal state.

Even if Yuan Weihong made a major breakthrough in the sugar metabolism of bone tumors, he still couldn't bring the final therapeutic efficacy of tumor treatment to ninety-nine points.

This objective reality must be acknowledged.

But being able to achieve a treatment effect above ninety-five points is already the upper limit that bone tumor treatment has been able to reach in the past several decades or even a hundred years, and it can bring a salvation-like hope to bone tumor patients.

"Enough, listening to your pie-in-the-sky promises has even got me all fired up."

"You're in medicine, not in inciting rabble-rousing."

"Just focus on doing your own job well. On my end, things are progressing fairly steadily for now; no need for you to worry too much." Yuan Weihong said.

"Alright, Master. Then I'll head upstairs first." Fang Ziye hung up the phone and walked out from the stairwell path.

The newly planned Orthopedics Laboratory was on the twenty-third floor; to protect his joints, Fang Ziye would not choose to climb the stairs up.

……

The entire twenty-third floor consisted of Orthopedics laboratories; Trauma Surgery had its own separate laboratory division, occupying three laboratories.

Among them, Deng Yong was in charge of one, Han Yuanxiao was in charge of one, and Yuan Weihong was in charge of one.

The comprehensive laboratory contained many offices and operation rooms; the laboratory Yuan Weihong was in had a private office for Fang Ziye.

Although the area was not large, it was Fang Ziye's exclusive office.

Currently, Fang Ziye served as the Deputy Director of the office where Yuan Weihong was based.

There were other people in the laboratory, but Fang Ziye did not go to the conference room; instead, he headed straight for his own office, and after closing the door, he first picked up the shower head and sprinkled some water on the green radish and orchid grass on the windowsill.

While watching the wall clock, he also teased the green radish's plump leaves, until around six thirty-five, when Fang Ziye went to wash his hands, opened his computer while waiting for the takeout.

At exactly seven o'clock in the evening, Fang Ziye punctually launched the WeChat discussion group's video group chat.

Lan Tianluo, Jie Han, Luo Tingzhu, and others came online one after another.

Fang Ziye smiled and said: "Not bad, everyone has their own pick-me-up."

"But Tingzhu, are you serious? Coffee in the right hand, milk tea in the left!"

Fang Ziye immediately changed his tone: "Is there someone else with you?"

"Mm, Chen Xixian is here hanging out? The milk tea was brought by her too."

"Currently, Doctor Chen Guangbai works in our sanatorium; he doesn't have his own villa and still lives in the dormitory! ~"

"Chen Xixian came to see Doctor Chen; he had something to do, so she temporarily came to sit with us for a bit." Luo Tingzhu replied.

Although Chen Guangbai is Chen Song's son, his professional ability, after being delayed for so long, is indeed still a bit short of being able to solely own a villa.

Chen Song can appreciate Wu Xuanqi and prepare a villa for Wu Xuanqi, but Chen Guangbai is Chen Song's son, so it's not appropriate to do that for him.

"Do you believe Doctor Chen would live in a public dormitory? Who knows which villa at the foot of the mountain he's already bought! ~" Fang Ziye said with a laugh.

Liao Jia clicked his mouse: "I remember we were supposed to have a video conference, not a 'lovey-dovey single-dog-abuse conference,' right?"

"Can you pay some attention to your image?"

Luo Tingzhu heard this, and now she wasn't shy either, replying openly: "Teacher Liao, a meeting also needs a gradual process; jumping straight into reporting without being in the right state."

"But if Teacher Liao is really in a hurry, then you can present the data first?"

Liao Jia also said rather bluntly: "My point is, with so many people attending today, besides the two of you, everyone else is a single dog."

"Still, pay attention." Liao Jia was very sensitive about this identity.

Although Liu Guo is a team member, he is not responsible for the clinical trial site stationing and data collection, so naturally he did not attend the meeting today.

Lan Tianluo's fairy tale, Jie Han's girlfriend Huang Shan — they certainly wouldn't appear in the video conference either.

"Fine, since Brother Liao is urging, let's formally begin then."

"Brother Liao, you have the most seniority; you kick things off." Fang Ziye said.

"Everyone's here, let's switch to the tx conference! I can't cast the screen here, so I can't present data."

"We've got a busy day ahead; if we don't sleep by one in the morning, we won't sleep at all. Don't waste too much time chatting."

"I've already set up the meeting room; you just copy the link over." Liao Jia suggested decisively.

Five minutes later, Liao Jia spoke.

"Based on the data I collected from several trial hospitals in Jingdu, the one-month post-chemotherapy follow-up review data for the first week's participants has already been fully retrieved."

"The overall chemotherapy quality is not bad, but there is also a variable factor. For example, Jingdu People's Hospital participant No. 3, her chemotherapy effect compared to normal chemotherapy effect shows only a 1.5-fold difference."

"I contacted the treatment team; we once again meticulously coordinated with the Pathology Department, and conducted a five-time review diagnosis on the pathological sections again; the results still support the diagnosis of osteosarcoma."

"The diagnosis is not wrong; the chemotherapy regimen is also standardized. Below is the chemotherapy standard independently formulated by Jingdu People's Hospital according to the chemotherapy regimen; dosage, types, etc. all have no issues."

"But the effect, compared to other patients in the same group, same department, same diagnosis, all showed a cliff-like exceptional case, only a fifty percent improvement over traditional chemotherapy efficacy; we need to organize and analyze this specific data……"

"Regarding this data, I, the treatment team group, and the professors from Jingdu People's Hospital, made the following analysis——" Liao Jia began to report in detail.

Doing academics and doing research should look like doing academics and doing research — down to the details, even down to every single data point, to analyze and compare, rather than talking glibly.

These minute data points that give one a headache are the problem points Fang Ziye and the others must handle, complex and tedious……

Time slowly pushed forward, eleven forty.

Nie Mingxian finished reporting and analyzing his data, then started patting his head.

He let out a long breath of relief and suggested: "We were still too optimistic in our expectations for data reporting and exceptional case analysis."

"At most we can report and discuss one more group today; we can't do more, or our heads will explode."

Nearly five hours had passed; the expectation was to complete at least five people's reports, but the actual result was that only Liao Jia and Nie Mingxian's data were finished, and everyone felt a bit strained.

During the mid-meeting break, a voice came from Luo Tingzhu's side: "Luo Juanjuan, I'm leaving; you rest early."

"You're a girl, why push so hard with a bunch of rough men? Isn't a beauty sleep better?"

Luo Tingzhu took off her headphones and got up to see them off.

Fang Ziye glanced at the time in the bottom right corner and said: "How about we stop here for today? Clinical trials aren't something accomplished overnight."

"We can't just ignore everything for the sake of progress."

"And don't bring up Group One again. Tomorrow we'll go online again, and I'll continue reporting the data."

Before the meeting started, Liao Jia, who had been urging everyone to start quickly, also nodded: "I think we can delay it a bit too."

"These past few days organizing and discussing this data, my head's about to explode. We can't be too hasty."

Nie Mingxian and the others didn't express a stance, the meaning being that they could tough it out if they wanted, but if not, they were all more inclined to go rest.

Doing research requires an ascetic's will, but that doesn't mean whipping your own flesh like an ascetic.

"Then let's rest."

"Don't fry your brains stiff. Tomorrow everyone sleep in a bit longer, we'll start in the afternoon."

"I still have things to handle in the department tomorrow." Fang Ziye said.

The others didn't think Fang Ziye was being precious either.

Actually, everyone present wasn't that old. Before, they just thought that once they broke through the Junior Physician stage, things would become very leisurely.

Fang Ziye was someone close to their age. Only after seeing Fang Ziye get busier and busier, with all kinds of miscellaneous tasks mixed together until even Fang Ziye was somewhat exhausted, did they realize that actually, past the Junior Doctor stage, it's also impossible to be leisurely.

On the contrary, there's a pile of all kinds of trivial matters, and these are already after Fang Ziye received preferential treatment, without so many administrative tasks and the annoyance of irrelevant meetings!

"Mm, then let's leave it at that for now."

"I also have to attend the Clinical Area Vascular Surgery Group's case discussion tomorrow, see how next week's surgeries should be done and which patients to admit." Nie Mingxian also started complaining.

Liao Jia didn't indulge him at all: "Two busy big shots, please scram out of the leisurely chat livestream! ~"

Luo Tingzhu had just seen someone off at this moment. Hearing Liao Jia curse, she put on her headphones and asked: "What's the situation? How come Teacher Liao is angry again?"

Liao Jia said: "Tingzhu, ask Tian Luo and Jie Han, just now were the two of them acting cool here?"

"I didn't fabricate rumors or slander, right?"

Lan Tianluo and Jie Han both nodded simultaneously. Lan Tianluo said: "Just now Senior Brother and Big Brother Nie Mingxian both acted cool. And it was pretty severe."

After he finished speaking, the two attendees Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian were kicked out of the conference room by this organizer Liao Jia...

After both left, Liao Jia then steadied his emotions and spoke: "Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian's clinical tasks aren't small either. When we hold meetings in the future, we still need to pay more attention to the time rhythm."

"The research timeline can be extended, but it can't affect their clinical surgeries."

After Liao Jia finished speaking, he explained again: "I'm not saying you few are as leisurely as me and can't get things done. It's an objective analysis, don't have any ideas in your hearts, okay?"

Lan Tianluo shook his head: "Liao Ya, of course not."

"Do what your age should do and can do. That we're currently able to vertically delve into the research field to such an extent already far surpasses our peers."

"Big Brother Nie Mingxian has always deeply cultivated clinical work, and his research talent isn't bad either."

"Besides my Senior Brother this kind of unreasonable freak, who could bloom on both sides simultaneously at this age?"

"Big Brother Wu Xuanqi is almost thirty-six too. Isn't he still mostly staying in clinical work?"

"Being able to do one side well first is what a normal person does."

Liao Jia listened to this and felt very pleased: "Thank you for comforting me like this, but my shortcomings I'm very clear on. I haven't entered clinical work for many years now. Estimated I won't be able to go back in this lifetime."

"I don't have that plan myself either. Alright, dismiss."

"Your futures are wide open, and you're all still young. Strive to work hard. Weigh the pros and cons well, do it so you won't regret it."

Liao Jia spoke to here, then narrowed his eyes again: "Actually I don't have regrets either."

"Liao Ya, being able to reach your step, what's there to regret? How comfortable." Lan Tianluo said.

Liao Jia glanced at Lan Tianluo: "If you weren't so stubborn, your current income and economic accumulation would definitely be thicker than mine."

"Annual salary over ten million and you don't even glance at it..."

Lan Tianluo only accompanied with a smile, and didn't regret it either.

The next day, although it was Sunday, Fang Ziye still got up very early.

The habit of morning runs was one reason. Another reason was that the department's been very busy recently, with a pile of tasks to do. Fang Ziye also had to go shoulder the obligations within his responsibilities.

Sitting at the old place eating Hot Dry Noodles, Fang Ziye seriously reviewed today's plan that he'd made yesterday.

The first point clearly wrote Liu Huanglong's father-in-law.

The second point wrote Liu Gaobo's re-examination.

After closing the phone screen, Fang Ziye continued eating noodles in big mouthfuls.

After arriving at the department, Fang Ziye immediately put on his White Coat, preparing to accept the planned task torment.

But the unexpected thing was, at 7:40 in the morning, before the normal workday handover time, Burn Department's Professor Teng Yuanzhen suddenly visited.

Fang Ziye met him face-to-face at the doorway of the Doctor's Office.

Fang Ziye's hand straightening his collar froze in mid-air, just hesitating on how to greet him.

Professor Teng Yuanzhen extended his right hand first: "Professor Fang, is it convenient to chat a bit?"

Teng Yuanzhen's seniority is very old, only a few years younger than Old Professor Dong Yaohui. Currently already approaching retirement, he's an old senior in the hospital.

Fang Ziye also extended his hand and shook it, saying: "Professor Teng, the things you want me to do, I really can't do them, and can't achieve them. You may have found the wrong person."

Teng Yuanzhen's blankness flashed past in an instant: "I came to ask you how our Burn Department should develop. How is that finding the wrong person?"

"Last time after I caused a disturbance, I went back and discussed for a long time with Hospital Leadership and some old friends too."

"In the end it was still decided to come ask you, Professor Fang, for your views and suggestions on the future development of a traditional department like ours."

"I've asked many people. Professor Fang might as well just treat it as me, with no way out, trying a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Give me a little time?"

"I guarantee I won't disturb your other normal work! ~" Teng Yuanzhen's attitude this time was sincere.

Fang Ziye listened and invisibly let out a breath in his heart. His nasal cavity suddenly felt slightly sour.

(Chapter End)