Chapter 710: Senior and Reality

Fang Ziye knocked on the door of the Inpatient General Office first, and when no one responded from inside, he used a key to open it.

After politely inviting Professor Teng Yuanzhen in and asking him to sit on a chair, he used the water dispenser and a disposable cup in the Inpatient General Office to brew a cup of tea for Professor Teng Yuanzhen.

After placing both hands on the table, he said with a light laugh: "Teacher Teng, you are a senior, I am a junior. Young in age, insufficient in seniority, you just said you want to consult me."

"If I speak cautiously, I am truly terrified and apprehensive."

Fang Ziye spoke with meticulous, pedantic phrasing, but his tone was calm, not servile.

Teng Yuanzhen was quite old, his whole head showed gray-white hair, medium build, age spots covered his temples and earlobes, his jawline was angular, his gaze deep and steady.

After Teng Yuanzhen entered the office with Fang Ziye, he didn't speak the whole time, first to calm himself, second to examine today's matter.

After Fang Ziye finished speaking for about half a minute, Teng Yuanzhen finally spoke: "Fang Ziye, I know, our Burn Department and your Trauma Surgery are the same, both belong to departments that must exist due to chance occurrence."

"But compared to Trauma Surgery, the Burn Department differs slightly in that the probability of events occurring is different."

Teng Yuanzhen expressed the current awkward predicament of the Burn Department in a relatively subtle way.

Few patients, few surgeries.

Currently, all top-tier Grade-A hospitals are on deficit establishment quotas, the government only issues basic wages, provident fund and such are also not much.

All departments of Zhongnan Hospital are also self-financing, basically the income of medical practitioners relies entirely on performance pay to support it.

Patient volume insufficient, then the three melons two dates of this performance pay, relying on sentiment cannot prop up a specialty.

Fang Ziye said calmly: "But Teacher Teng, you also need to pay attention to one point, that is the entry threshold for Trauma Surgery disease types is low, even better community hospitals are doing open reduction internal fixation or intramedullary nail internal fixation for fractures."

Burn Department's burn patients are indeed few, but Trauma Surgery's hospital volume is large.

Community hospitals absolutely have no Burn Department, but definitely have Surgery, at least have departments in the direction of fracture treatment.

Specialty quantity is many, everyone must exist, actually car accidents, external injuries and such caused trauma patients divided evenly, might still not compare to Zhongnan Hospital's Burn Department.

Fang Ziye continued: "Teacher Teng, actually last time, my teacher Professor Yuan Weihong already expressed the meaning very clearly."

"The traditional department's path, there are only these two roads."

"Rashly start a game, accept the price of failure! ~"

Teng Yuanzhen's eyes didn't move a bit, said: "But now, where is there still a direction to be rash?"

"The era is different."

"Back then, when your Orthopedics Department initially encountered development, it belonged to a relatively 'barbaric' era. So could rely on demanding resource tilt to develop itself."

"Now, even if I go ask the hospital for money, what can I do?"

The Burn Department's predicament is very similar to Trauma Surgery's back then.

Prefecture-level city hospitals, after Han City's municipal hospitals' medical standards developed, patients were divided away.

Even burn scar treatment and beautification are now categorized under the Department of Cosmetology, and with the rise of private medical aesthetics, the Burn Department cannot simply wait for "burn" patients, or it will only be waiting to "starve to death."

Fang Ziye also thought about this problem, so not much hesitation: "Since Teacher Teng knows the era is not the same, then the form of being rash must be even more extreme."

"At this time, it's not fighting against heaven's timing, can only go contend with people."

"I personally feel, at this time besides tyrannically snatching a few disease types from other specialties, really cannot think of other ways out."

Teng Yuanzhen's eyeballs suddenly bulged out a few millimeters: "You want me to go snatch from other specialties?"

Zhongnan Hospital's Trauma Surgery, in Professor Li Guohua's generation, was forcibly demanding money, developing all aspects of the department's technical level, finally making Zhongnan Hospital able to catch up to Hubei Province's top level.

To solve complex disease types and sequelae-stage patients that prefecture-level city hospitals and county hospitals cannot handle.

Burn Department's complex disease types and sequelae patients are slightly different, generally not many departments can handle sequelae patients.

Complex disease type patients, mostly 'pass away'!

Wanting to retread Trauma Surgery's old path, Burn Department also missed the time, Zhongnan Hospital's Burn Department didn't catch the time node of top-tier echelon.

Now wanting to purely strive to catch up, definitely not as good as other hospitals' development potential.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Otherwise? Besides this choice, does Teacher Teng want to get others' charity?"

"How possible?"

"Just like flap transplantation, our Hand Surgery would rather develop Hand Surgery Second Department again, also wouldn't easily hand it over."

"Like our Trauma Surgery's complex fracture comprehensive treatment, we would rather develop Trauma Surgery Second Department, also wouldn't throw away this disease type."

"This is fact." Fang Ziye's voice not loud, tone firm and decisive.

You don't go snatch, wait for people to give?

Teacher, this is the twenty-first century.

"Then how to snatch successfully?"

"This isn't sending one's own head to people?" Teng Yuanzhen's tone weak like a fine mosquito.

Teng Yuanzhen understood Fang Ziye's meaning, is saying take this disease type over, I do it for a while, I guarantee better than you or equal.

So, hospital level, you must acknowledge my capability, let me split disease types equally with him, or completely hand over to me to take over.

Fang Ziye still with very calm voice said: "Then Teacher Teng you besides expecting burn cases to increase, have no other method."

"Because once special burn patients appear, they are all more willing to go to Tongji Hospital and Peking Union Medical College Hospital, absolutely won't come to Zhongnan."

"Or Teacher Teng you expect, department produces an unparalleled genius, can lead Burn Department to directly surpass all Burn Departments in Hubei Province."

Looking back on the past, Fang Ziye increasingly respects Professor Li Guohua and others, similarly respects his own teacher Deng Yong even more.

Their dreams certainly were to wait for a Trauma Surgery takeoff opportunity, but they also undertook the tasks that should be undertaken back then.

Li Guohua's generation, responsible for letting Zhongnan Hospital Orthopedics departments survive, not to the point of falling apart.

Deng Yong's generation, then responsible for letting Orthopedics departments find ways to catch up to province's top level, even enter super top-tier echelon.

They all did it, all very hard.

If Fang Ziye didn't have this foundation and family background, he wouldn't be able to pull off shit for limb-salvage reconstruction surgery.

Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong and others almost starved to death, would still let you harm department's beds, use to receive mangled extremity?

Thinking fart eat?

Research and the future both require investing passion first, only then can there be stable income.

When clothes don't cover the body and food doesn't fill the belly, the first thing to consider is how to rely on one's own capability to fill the stomach.

In a situation where one cannot fill the stomach, one can only go take risks and "snatch".

Substantive snatching is illegal.

But if you replace others, wear others out to death to "snatch" jobs, snatch social resources, then you are legally "snatching"!

Not wanting to take any risks, not wanting to pay any price. Still thinking of leading a group of people to fill their bellies, is that not a pipe dream?

"But?" Teng Yuanzhen's expression began to hesitate, his slightly loose skin starting to tremble.

Fang Ziye said: "Teacher Teng, you yourself said it, the Burn Department is a traditional department, top-tier Grade-A hospitals all inevitably need it."

"To say something unpleasant, even if you act shamelessly, or ultimately don't accomplish anything, the hospital still can't really dismantle your department, can it?"

"At most be scolded a few sentences."

"Scolded is scolded, first think of a way to eat your fill then speak! ~"

This is the only solution Fang Ziye could think of.

Go snatch, be shameless, if really can't snatch it, or say ultimately don't achieve expected results, then act shamelessly.

Zhongnan Hospital absolutely will not let the traditional department fall apart.

At most just deal with you one Teng Yuanzhen, you're already this old, actually whether the department eats its fill or not, what great relation does it have with you? You can just retire.

Collect retirement pay, go drill into a small hospital outpatient clinic outside, how comfortable would those days be?

"Retreat ten thousand steps to say, Teacher Teng, what you care about is really your own income unable to support the family, unable to feed mouths?" Fang Ziye slightly raised his tone to ask.

Teng Yuanzhen silently stood up.

Today's him, still did not touch the tea.

Fang Ziye chased out, saw Professor Teng Yuanzhen off a stretch.

Teng Yuanzhen all the way did not speak, just appeared somewhat foolishly dazed as he entered the downstairs elevator, after the elevator door closed, Fang Ziye did not even have time to say another sentence to Professor Teng Yuanzhen.

According to Zhongnan Hospital's performance distribution system, a Chief Physician like Professor Teng Yuanzhen gets a very high performance coefficient, no matter how bad, it won't let them starve.

The ones truly starving are the subordinate doctors in the department, for example Attending Physician level.

Why is Teng Yuanzhen making such a fuss? Actually it's also with an elder's heart.

If not so, Fang Ziye really couldn't be bothered to deal with him, of course, Fang Ziye also couldn't possibly follow Teng Yuanzhen's line of thinking to walk the path.

Let himself go to Hand Surgery to plead, let Liu Huanglong give up ulcer and skin defect disease types?

Fang Ziye one doesn't want to be scolded, two won't do such a thing of eating from the bowl while betraying the pot.

It was Orthopedics that cultivated Fang Ziye, it was this Orthopedics stepping stone that gave Fang Ziye a mouthful of rice to eat, Fang Ziye then actively sells his own family's stove, speaks big words shamelessly saying the family has money?

This is absolutely brain watts.

But if it's Teng Yuanzhen himself initiating his own ruthlessness, insisting on snatching at the hospital level, that's a matter of each relying on capability to eat.

If Teng Yuanzhen hasn't contended with Hand Surgery, then he bears the consequences himself.

If he has snatched, then the Burn Department also barely pulls through, at least for the coming decades, can uncover the pot...

"Xiao Wenhong on duty said, this morning Burn Department's Professor Teng Yuanzhen came looking for you again?" Yuan Weihong arrived at the department, first thing brought Fang Ziye into the Director's Office.

"Yes, Master." Fang Ziye nodded.

"Still the previous matter?" Yuan Weihong started touching his Mediterranean: "Old Professor Teng this is relying on age to bully, insisting on grabbing young people's hair and not letting go, right?"

Yuan Weihong thought Teng Yuanzhen came to act shamelessly again, to force Fang Ziye to go to Hand Surgery as a mediator.

Teng Yuanzhen running all over the hospital, asking people all over the hospital, is not a secret.

"Master, that's not it, Teacher Teng hadn't even had time to say such words, before I blocked them back." Fang Ziye shook his head, then began washing the teacup engraved with his own name.

After pinching the tea leaves, pouring boiling water, the tea leaves began to rise and fall, tea fragrance dispersed.

"You can still block back his words?" Yuan Weihong's hand touching his head paused.

Fang Ziye smiled and said: "Master, Teacher Teng is just old, not muddled."

"If he really wants to force me, he can't use any means at all."

"And I'm not familiar with him, if he really hits me, I one hundred percent choose to call the police."

Yuan Weihong overthought, felt Teng Yuanzhen would be easy to bully Fang Ziye.

Actually not so.

Teng Yuanzhen and Fang Ziye's generation gap is too large, he one can't directly make a move, two has Orthopedics' old seniors endorsing Fang Ziye, he fundamentally can't control Fang Ziye's future!

Three, even if Teng Yuanzhen goes to the hospital level to gossip, the hospital also won't for the sake of a already retired, basically won't have much achievement old professor, do anything to bright future, prime of youth Fang Ziye.

Can't hit, can't punish, can't make trouble, scold a few sentences he can't find any reason either.

After all current Fang Ziye doesn't hold power.

Yuan Weihong continued touching head: "Then what did you say after?"

Fang Ziye truthfully repeated his conversation with Professor Teng Yuanzhen. But hid the final acting shamelessly segment.

Yuan Weihong finished listening, lightly laughed: "You give Professor Teng this rotten idea, he can still speak nicely with you?"

Fang Ziye said: "He asked, I dared to say, whether he does it or not is his business."

"Who can say I 'induced, misled' him?"

"Disease type competition is originally a hospital-level matter, a normal internal rotation within the Medical Affairs Office, and I don't have much to do with it either." Fang Ziye replied calmly.

Everyone is an adult, Teng Yuanzhen is nearly sixty, if he really was 'fanned the flames' by Fang Ziye, others would only feel it's you Teng Yuanzhen who has a problem, such an old age yet still so impulsive.

You go sign military order get punished deserved!

Yuan Weihong still wanted to say something when the office door was knocked.

Immediately after, Liu Huanglong turned the door handle, poked in a head: "Professor Yuan, is Professor Fang free?"

"I came to find him to consult a patient."

Fang Ziye had mentioned to Yuan Weihong long ago about treating Liu Huanglong's father-in-law, so Yuan Weihong immediately swallowed the words that had reached his lips.

He personally stood up and walked out the door together with Fang Ziye.

Although the other party was not a big shot in the medical circle, he was also one of the giants in Eastern Han's scientific research community; the respect that should be shown still had to be shown.

Liu Huanglong personally brought the person over; the examination materials, medical records, and the like were naturally organized and sorted with exceptional professionalism, so Fang Ziye did not spend too much effort before he sorted out the old man's situation clearly.

However, after reading the medical records and completing the physical examination, Fang Ziye's brows began to furrow tightly.

After Liu Huanglong helped the old man tidy his clothes, he sat opposite Fang Ziye again; seeing the hesitation in Fang Ziye's eyes, he spoke first with a smile:

"Professor Fang, just speak directly if you have something to say; I'm already at this age, there's no situation I can't accept! ~"

Liu Huanglong looked at Fang Ziye with slight nervousness; he knew his father-in-law's condition best — after every physical examination, he would read the examination reports.

Fang Ziye heard this and shook his head lightly: "Teacher, your current situation, it's not easy for me to give suitable advice?"

"From a medical practitioner's perspective, I suggest you put down your work and properly begin convalescence! ~"

The old man's situation is rather special; you can't say it's some external injury, it's not that.

But it is absolutely related to his own work.

"This way might avoid even worse further progression." Fang Ziye swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva and did not state it directly.

No wonder Liu Huanglong never mentioned his father-in-law, and never introduced Fang Ziye to meet this old man.

The chronic damage on his body is chronic nuclear radiation damage caused by accumulation of radioactive substances.

This thing, if work is not stopped, purely wanting to rely on drugs and rehabilitation to recuperate, can only be scratching an itch through a boot.

Therefore, Fang Ziye spoke rather cautiously.

Perhaps the old man is not a traditional heavy nuclear group member, but even if he is a light nuclear group member, he is not something Fang Ziye can casually touch.

Cases of nuclear radiation damage affecting muscle and nerve tissue are extremely rare, so Yuan Weihong has zero diagnostic experience with them.

But during his time at the sanatorium, Fang Ziye had performed functional reconstruction surgeries on similar late-stage patients, so Fang Ziye knows.

And in the sanatorium, there are three "no-cares".

No care for the other party's identity, no care for the other party's cause of illness, no asking the other party's name. Only responsible for treating the illness, doing a good job of medical security, bringing the technique up to standard; other responsibilities also need not be borne by the sanatorium.

Willing to do it then do it, unwilling to do it then forget it!

Liu Huanglong said: "Then Professor Fang, in this situation, are there any better rehabilitation methods that can delay it a bit?"

Liu Huanglong is a professional, so he also immediately focused on the professional question.

Fang Ziye said: "Rehabilitation training methods can at most delay function. They cannot avoid tissue damage or even further deterioration."

"Treating the symptom not the root! ~ The best choice is to properly rest."

"Cannot continue activity to worsen the damage, otherwise it will reach the step of surgery." Fang Ziye finished speaking and laughed lightly, also beginning to calm down.

Actually it's not that big a deal either, as long as he himself doesn't speak carelessly.

Liu Huanglong glanced at the old man.

"Trouble Professor Fang to formulate a rehabilitation plan for me, write it as detailed as possible. Being able to walk a bit more in the future would be pretty good too." The old man also replied very decisively.

Fang Ziye nodded in agreement: "Alright, Teacher, I'll take these materials first, and after returning I'll specially grind and refine them, and certainly try my best to set up a rehabilitation plan for you."

Seeing Fang Ziye agree, Liu Huanglong also politely led his father-in-law out.

Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong watched the old man's gait; it looked normal, but his muscle contractions were obviously not quite right, his walking was not as natural as an ordinary person's.

There's a sense of forcing himself to walk; it should be that part of his muscle function has suffered damage.

But since he can still walk normally, the current situation is not suitable for functional reconstruction surgery.

Moreover he's already at this age; functional reconstruction surgery is also impossible to perform on him.

"Ziye, what's the situation? Why do I feel like you and Liu Huanglong are both speaking in riddles?" Yuan Weihong felt he had watched Fang Ziye's consultation process, yet also felt he hadn't finished watching.

A feeling of taking a shit halfway and pinching it off but not pinching it off, instead pinching it back in.

Fang Ziye turned his head and said: "Master, that teacher hasn't gone far yet; you go ask him face to face?"

"An Academician teacher's matter, and it's not within our specialty; I'm not interested."

There is no high or low, noble or base distinction in professions; every specialty has relatively classified research projects; Fang Ziye has no interest in this either.

"Then forget it." Yuan Weihong didn't dare touch that bad luck.

Other things he doesn't understand, but many Academicians in orthopedics have military hospital backgrounds; their research projects are also mysterious; the number of external projects they participate in is pitifully few.

Yet they are openly and aboveboard pushed onto the Academician position; there must be some things that cannot be leaked externally.

At this time, Fang Ziye glanced at his watch and saw the time was already approaching eight-thirty.

Fang Ziye then said: "Master, let's go do ward rounds; after finishing rounds, I still have to go check on Luo Tingzhu's stepfather."

The matter of Luo Tingzhu's parents' divorce is not a secret in the department. After the reconstituted family, he can also be called stepfather.

It's just that there is no clear fostering relationship between the other party and Luo Tingzhu; in the future Luo Tingzhu has no obligation to support him in old age.

"Mm, good! ~"

"In a bit you go to the Bone Disease Department, I'll organize next week's surgery schedule, strive to finalize all in-hospital patients' surgeries before Wednesday."

"Then go do ideological work on other patients who didn't get surgery in time; apologize where apologies are needed..." Yuan Weihong also has a pile of matters.

Finished speaking, Yuan Weihong added: "Oh right, the Huashan Hospital banquet, I won't go; the Huaxi Hospital and Magic Capital Sixth Hospital banquets, if you feel the opportunity is suitable, introduce your master to meet the old seniors in the industry."

"I still have use." Yuan Weihong had gone back and thought it over.

If he wants to take the next step from Outstanding Youth Fund, he inevitably needs someone to promote him, and he himself also needs capability and foundation.

Yuan Weihong doesn't lack projects; he's just afraid that when the time comes, his project quality will be on par with others, and then others will see that others' accumulation is thicker and squeeze him out.

Although Outstanding Youth Fund and Young Thousand Talents Hat cannot be worn simultaneously, Yuan Weihong also covets taking another step forward after the Outstanding Youth Fund project completes?

"Alright Master, I also thought about it last night; I'll agree to the Huaxi Hospital and Magic Capital Sixth Hospital dinner appointments."

"The Pengcheng University and Huashan Hospital dinner gatherings, I'll temporarily push them back."

"Although the Pengcheng University teacher has a big background, I also feel that I'm not very familiar with that teacher; it's still better not to show too much closeness." Fang Ziye said.

Yuan Weihong immediately understood Fang Ziye's meaning.

In a region, if you say the Academicians within the specialty are harmonious and cozy, that's very hard to explain clearly.

But Fang Ziye had gotten on good terms with Old Professor Qiu Zhenghua first; he estimated it was recently that he found out Old Professor Qiu Zhenghua's relationship with that Old Professor from Pengcheng University wasn't very good.

So Fang Ziye simply didn't play both sides trying to please everyone.

Meeting first is Fate.

Of course, Yuan Weihong didn't ask the specific reason either: "As long as you've thought it through yourself, no need to specially report to me."

Yuan Weihong had already learned to let go, and Fang Ziye had also slightly gotten used to Master's non-restrictiveness, but he still added: "Master, I'm not proficient in these social dealings; right now I'm just going by feeling."

"If at the critical moment, you and Teacher Deng should advise, you still need to advise; I'm not completely unwilling to listen to advice."

"As long as it doesn't involve what I consider my bottom line, one more choice is one more path."

Yuan Weihong stood up: "Rest assured, it's not like I'm ignoring you."

"Get on with the work; there's a lot to do. Precisely speaking, you have even more things to do than I do now, so you must arrange your time even more concisely, don't waste it."

Fang Ziye had long experienced the feeling of wishing he could pry time open; he didn't continue exchanging pleasantries and struggling with Yuan Weihong. After finishing a cup of tea with Master, he walked out of the Department and headed downstairs to the Bone Tumor Specialty.

……

Fang Ziye's mood was quite good; after pushing open the stairwell door, he planned to go straight into the Department.

But just as he reached the floor where the Osteosarcoma Specialty was located, Fang Ziye felt his fine hairs stand up slightly, as if he had been targeted by a pair of "eyes."

Of course, Fang Ziye quickly discovered the source of the gaze, standing right in front of him—

It was a middle-aged couple, the two sitting listlessly at the doorway of the Bone Tumor Specialty, but at this moment, their dull, lifeless expressions held an additional complexity.

The middle-aged woman, upon seeing Fang Ziye for the first time, had her eye rims visibly redden to the naked eye; a sharp light flashed from within, vanishing in an instant.

Then it turned to resentment, helplessness, then to anger, then to composure, calmness, gratitude……

At her side, the middle-aged man's temple hair was already completely white; his face was dark and lusterless. At this moment, biting his teeth, tilting his head, he looked at Fang Ziye.

Unlike his wife, his gaze was thoroughly hollow, without any change, like a walking corpse.

Fang Ziye remembered this middle-aged couple.

It was the family of three Fang Ziye had seen before leaving Zhongnan Hospital last year.

That time, they were pushing a wheelchair, on which sat an eight-year-old young girl.

Fang Ziye's memory gradually blurred; that young girl should still have been wearing little braids, eating an ice cream cone at the time, looking very happy—

She was a young girl even more lively and cheerful than little friend Yan Chu.

"Big Brother, do you want to eat ice cream?" The young girl sitting in the wheelchair had even asked Fang Ziye that.

Fang Ziye's narrowed eyes gradually opened; his memories of this family of three were limited to this. Fang Ziye could no longer remember what he had talked about with them back then.

His memory of the three was limited to the ice cream cone in the young girl's hand, and that sentence she asked: "Big Brother, do you want to eat ice cream?"

Fang Ziye hadn't answered at the time, but if given another chance, he wouldn't be as cold as last time; he would answer whether he wanted it or not.

This time, in front of the couple, there was no longer a wheelchair.

Fang Ziye stood still for roughly forty-plus seconds, took a deep breath toward the two, gave a slight nod, then raised his right hand in a greeting, forcing out a "regretful" smile.

Fang Ziye had no guilt toward the two!

But he also felt regret.

Seeing Fang Ziye recognize them, the woman stood up with a rustle.

But the moment she stood, the middle-aged man with the hollow gaze grabbed her wrist and stood up along with her.

This represented that he had only lost his spirit, not his mind.

The woman didn't rush up to question impulsively; instead, her eye rims were red, tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes, and she wept in a low voice: "Professor Fang, my daughter's name is Zhao Mengmeng."

Fang Ziye heard this, blinked his eyelids, nodded and said: "Sorry, last time I forgot to ask what she was called."

"She really was very cute, and worthy of all your love."

"But still sorry, even if I see you now, Mengmeng's condition is still an uncontrollable stage……"

The middle-aged man said: "Professor Fang, you go be busy."

"We came this time to find something; my daughter lost an item."

"We only thought of it later; we didn't find it at home, so we thought maybe it fell here."

Fang Ziye listened and asked: "Did you find it? Do you need us to help you look together?"

"Found it, found it, Professor Fang. You go be busy." The middle-aged man nodded.

Fang Ziye then didn't continue asking further what exactly was lost.

Fang Ziye went straight into the Bone Disease Department, and quickly suppressed this emotion.

Because, based on the description from Fang Ziye's former Bone Disease Department classmates, the middle-aged couple's daughter absolutely wasn't the cutest girl, not even the cutest young girl; she could only count as one of the cutest girls.

There were many, many more of the cutest girls, the cutest, cutest boys, half-grown lads, half-grown maidens……

Or rather, age, cuteness, good or bad grades, high or low beauty, obedient or disobedient — in this narrow space of the Bone Disease Department, none of it had the slightest meaning.

After Fang Ziye entered the Bone Disease Department, no dedicated person was waiting for him either, until Fang Ziye arrived at the Doctor's Office doorway, only then did someone recognize Fang Ziye and call out; only then did the Bone Disease Department crowd stand up.

At the same time, Liu Gaobo and Aunt Ruan also turned their heads; Liu Xia at this moment waved at Fang Ziye with a somewhat happy face.

But Du Yingshan at this moment completely couldn't be bothered with Fang Ziye catching up with them, instead saying: "Ziye, come here a moment. I discovered this Liu Gaobo's tumor prognosis, relatively speaking, is of better quality than other similar patients."

"You wouldn't have held back a trick when establishing the microcirculation, would you?"

Fang Ziye hadn't touched Liu Gaobo's chemotherapy regimen; it was all the Bone Disease Department professors administering the chemotherapy regimen according to weight standards.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye called out to Uncle Liu and Aunt Ruan, then walked over, joking: "Teacher Du, I'm not surnamed Liu."

"If there really is someone who held back a trick, the Hand Surgery Professor Liu is the chief culprit."

While speaking, Fang Ziye also brought up Liu Gaobo's three post-chemo re-examination CT results and two MRI results.

Sure enough, in Liu Gaobo's most recent MRI examination, the osteosarcoma tumor body in the lumbar vertebra was only one-quarter the size of before.

After Fang Ziye finished reading, Du Yingshan examined him and then joked, "At this chemo pace, I'm tempted to just do local ablation and call it a day."

"That works too. Professor Du, you're the expert in this area. If you think we can ablate directly now, then let's ablate directly?" Fang Ziye had no objections whatsoever and affirmed Du Yingshan's statement.

"Just kidding. How could I bear to?"

Du Yingshan took another look at the MRI, then checked Liu Gaobo's mental state, and said with certainty, "Let's try two to three more rounds of chemo. After three rounds, we'll do another angiogram."

"If the tumor mass and surrounding blood vessels are still vigorous, we'll consider surgical treatment then."

"But if the local blood vessels and tumor cells have already been completely eradicated, then your type of localized osteosarcoma can be thoroughly defined as one of the categories of osteosarcoma that can potentially be completely resolved through chemotherapy alone."

"Liu Gaobo, your current condition is also good. We can have some expectations. No need to rush into surgery."

Liu Gaobo wasn't a medical professional either. Hearing this, he beamed with a simple, honest smile: "Professor Du, I'll listen to you. However you arrange it, I'll accept the treatment."

Ruan Qiutao also nodded: "Right, Professor Du, we'll follow your lead..."

As the conversation reached this point, Fang Ziye suddenly noticed that more and more people were gathering in the doctor's office.

Moreover, the family members' independent discussions outside were entering everyone's ears without reservation.

"Is this the Professor Fang that the professors often mention? I heard the most advanced bone tumor treatment now was developed by his team."

"Seems to be called something like circulatory chemo. Small side effects, strong chemo efficacy. Some early and mid-stage tumors can have a chance to be cured without surgery."

"Many people who had surgery before have come back for chemo again, precisely because chemo side effects are small now."

"That much smaller? You don't know. When my son had his first two chemo sessions, his hair fell out in clumps."

"During chemo, he vomited messily, always saying his stomach hurt, couldn't eat or drink, the whole person became skin and bones, couldn't sleep well, said his belly hurt."

"When he came for chemo last month, it was completely different. Ate well, slept soundly, as if chemo never happened..."

As the voices grew louder, Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes, thinking Du Yingshan had deliberately organized a showcase for him.

But unexpectedly, Du Yingshan slapped his hand on the desk and scolded, "What are you all doing? Why are you crowding at the office door?"

"The office is for consultations. Things here involve other people's privacy. Put yourselves in their shoes."

"You don't want your own privacy known by others, so don't eavesdrop on other people's privacy."

"Those who should return to wards, return to wards. What does it look like crowding here?" Du Yingshan's voice and expression were both stern.

The patients started clamoring: "We came to see Professor Fang. Professor Du, you keep saying Professor Fang this, Professor Fang that. Someone recognized Professor Fang the moment he entered the department..."

"Professor Fang, the current chemo regimen has much smaller side effects, almost none, but will the efficacy be affected?"

"Professor Fang, why don't you come work as a doctor in this department?"

"Professor Fang, you're so handsome. Do you have a girlfriend?"

With a crowd clustered together, any topic goes off the rails because there's always one or two social butterflies.

However, when the topic reached this point, the other doctors from the Bone Disease Department still very professionally gathered at the door, gradually closing the office door.

"Right now Professor Fang and Professor Du are consulting. If you want to see Professor Fang, you also have to wait until Professor Fang finishes his work, right?"

"Mutual understanding..."

Fang Ziye didn't say much more. After continuing to review the MRI with Du Yingshan for a while and confirming no major issues, he asked: "Professor Du, when can my Uncle Liu be hospitalized for chemo again?"

"Heh, you wouldn't know this, would you?" Du Yingshan stroked his chin.

"Our department's patients, before their last discharge, would schedule their next hospitalization. We have dedicated chemo wards."

"These chemo beds used to be daytime-only, but recently we applied to the hospital for half-day shifts and got approval."

"Meaning one bed can see two patients a day."

"Same goes for extra beds."

"If they're Han City locals, morning patients go home in the afternoon, afternoon patients stay here for the night."

"Liu Gaobo, you scheduled Tuesday afternoon admission, right?" Du Yingshan asked.

"Yes yes, Professor Du. I got the admission certificate before discharge." Liu Gaobo nodded in reply.

Du Yingshan then said: "Professor Fang, look, we've got the queue all sorted. So today definitely can't arrange hospitalization. Hope you can understand."

Du Yingshan truly lives up to being an old fox. His management of Fang Ziye's emotions reached an unprecedented height.

"Then I'll trouble you, Professor Du." Fang Ziye cupped his hands slightly.

Right on cue, Ruan Qiutao hurriedly said: "Professor Fang, are you free today? Later this evening, can we treat you to a simple meal?"

"My husband's condition could have such a big turnaround, thanks to you."

Fang Ziye actually had no time, but since Ruan Qiutao asked, he could only nod.

Seeing this, and hearing the commotion outside the door still not stopping, Du Yingshan said: "Professor Fang, people have gathered outside. With this formation, if you don't go out, we'll have to call Security."

"How about you go out and show your face to everyone? On Liu Gaobo's side, I still have some details to discuss with him carefully."

"With so many of our department staff here, they definitely won't hurt you, Professor Fang."

What could Fang Ziye say? Although Orthopedics isn't afraid of mass incidents, if they can be avoided, avoid them.

Fang Ziye pushed the door open and went out, then very honestly greeted everyone. After answering two questions, he said: "Thanks for recognizing me, but I'm a Trauma Surgery doctor."

"I still have work to carry out, so I can't stay and chat in detail with everyone."

"I have to rush over for my shift. Otherwise the leader will scold me, and I'll get lectured like a grandson..."

Hearing Fang Ziye say this, the crowd made way for a path.

However, when Fang Ziye exited the Bone Disease Specialty, there were still many patients, some on crutches, some supported by others, waiting at ward doors or in the corridor, saying "Thank you, Professor Fang."

This probably wasn't instigated or organized by Professor Du Yingshan, but it was organized by them covertly. Du Yingshan and the others should have made it especially clear to everyone who the principal investigator of this chemo research project was.

That's why everyone was so familiar with Fang Ziye.

This emotional soothing Du Yingshan delivered, Fang Ziye couldn't refuse even if he wanted to. He could only say, Du Yingshan this old fox handles things too thoroughly, making it so Fang Ziye can no longer easily refuse cooperation with the Bone Disease Department in the future.

Warmly seen off by the crowd at the Bone Disease Department entrance, Fang Ziye turned back and waved both hands.

"Thank you all. You all go rest." Then Fang Ziye turned, intending to take the stairwell up to Trauma Surgery.

Only, at the elevator waiting area, Fang Ziye saw Zhao Mengmeng's parents again!

They were laughing too, but their smiles were visibly strained to the naked eye.

The world's sorrows and joys may occur at the same time, but through different mirrors!

Fang Ziye, down and out, drilled into the stairwell, his joy and sorrow undecided; after climbing more than ten steps, he gradually suppressed the ripples in his heart...

"Huff!" He didn't know how many tens of steps he had climbed before Fang Ziye let out a long sigh of relief.

(Chapter End)