Chapter 711: Professor Fang Is Truly a Remarkable Person!

Fang Ziye's lack of regrets cannot sever others' attachments, and others' regrets cannot entangle Fang Ziye's peace.

In Trauma Surgery, Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao, two Chief Physicians with nothing to do, led Li Yuanpei and the others to begin laying out the specific details of reception, assigning tasks down to individuals.

Professor Gong Jiahe's status is transcendent; he currently holds no administrative post and has just arrived, so he is not burdened with miscellaneous affairs and only needs to lead people on ward rounds and take charge of the wards.

When Fang Ziye returned, Professor Gong Jiahe happened to be leading people back as well, and heard Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao arguing slightly over one person.

Professor Gong waved a hand, signaling Vice Professor Chen Fang to assign surgeries, and casually stepped closer: "Professor Deng, I'm familiar with Professor Leng from the Military General Hospital; if you find it hard to arrange, I'll just take him for a few drinks."

Hearing this, Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao both immediately showed wry smiles. Deng Yong asked: "Professor Gong, you're also familiar with Professor Leng from the Military General Hospital?"

"Familiar, we've crossed paths many times," Gong Jiahe replied.

"When he arrives, you bring him directly to Zhongnan Hospital; the rest Professor Deng, you don't need to worry about. How about that?"

Gong Jiahe has also seen the Military General Hospital's representative; this time, although Professor Tang Fupei will also come, he will not arrive on the opening ceremony day.

He will come on the 17th, give a lecture, and immediately return to Jingdu; in principle, the one leading the Military General Hospital delegation is Professor Leng.

"That would be best; then it's hard work for you, Professor Gong."

"Originally, for this Annual Meeting, Professor Gong, you shouldn't have to bother," Deng Yong replied cautiously and politely.

Although a strong dragon doesn't suppress a local snake, facing a strong dragon like Gong Jiahe, an expert who can operate freely even in Enshi Yangyuan, there is still quite a gap between him and Deng Yong in level.

The gap in connections and social resources is also not small.

"Hey, if there's work do work, if there's no work help out. Professor Deng needn't deliberately treat me as an outsider and be distant," Gong Jiahe said casually.

Fang Ziye stepped forward at the right moment: "Professor Gong, then it's hard work for you."

When Fang Ziye walked in, Yuan Weihong glanced at Fang Ziye a few times, but still continued with his own business.

"Tuesday still arrange Bed 9; although he was admitted later, the preoperative examination results for the previous Bed 5 admission were poor, so for safety's sake, let him recuperate for a while first."

"If his blood pressure levels still fluctuate later, surgery would rather be cancelled than risk it."

"Patiently explain to the patient and family members..."

"The stimulation that happened in the Hand Surgery Operating Room last month, I don't want to experience once."

Deng Yong was arranging other matters: "This time, Xinzhou Province's..."

A team is composed of multiple people; the team's function is that when encountering multiple matters, it can operate simultaneously.

Based on the number of team members, it can be converted into multiple small center points.

Seeing Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao continue chatting and discussing, Fang Ziye came to Yuan Weihong's side and began participating in preoperative discussion.

Morning, ten-thirty.

Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong finally finalized the surgical arrangements for the next three working days, and Qin Geluo and Li Nuo respectively led teams to explain reasons to patients having surgery and those having surgery postponed.

Yuan Weihong was taken out by Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao, walking all the way to the Director's Office, presumably to discuss which domestic renowned hospital "chief" professors Zhongnan Hospital would be responsible for receiving this time.

Fulfilling reception duties and exhausting the host's courtesy is the traditional way of treating guests. It doesn't necessarily have to be arranged extremely comprehensively, but at least it mustn't make people feel you're co-hosting the Annual Meeting in a chaotic mess, with no rules, ultimately losing face for the entire province's Orthopedics.

Li Yuanpei was the first to form another small center team, assigning tasks to Fang Ziye, Shu Lang, Qiao Fei, Ning Zhengyang, Cao Nong, and others.

"Ziye, when is Jie Han coming back? Can he help receive one person?"

"Professor Xiao Tao from the Sixth Hospital of Magic Capital, we still haven't found a suitable person to arrange for."

"Although Professor Xiao Tao is indeed not as famous as Professor Zheng Haidong or Professor Lin Yuan, we can't not connect with him."

"If Jie Han really can't make it in time, I'll have to call friends from other specialties to help."

"These few vacancies really can't be arranged!"

Fang Ziye busily replied: "Jie Han should make it; he'll be back Tuesday evening."

"Tian Luo will also come; they each submitted a Youth Forum script, and besides making PPTs, they should have no other matters."

Li Yuanpei was very busy, quickly noting down Jie Han and Lan Tianluo.

"Shu Lang, your task will be heavier; you have to receive three people total, two of whom you must receive; yesterday's preliminary count shows their schedules don't conflict."

"One arrives on a 9 AM flight, the other at 7 PM."

"I also arranged a 3 PM task for you, but you must tell me then if you can go! If you really can't, don't make this trip."

"If you go, you must be back by 4:30 PM to let me know if you can make the 7 PM airport run!"

Shu Lang frowned tightly at this, slowly nodding and noting the details.

"You don't need to note it; I'll send the info to you separately when the time comes."

Li Yuanpei interrupted Shu Lang and continued looking at Qiao Fei and Ning Zhengyang.

After over half an hour passed, Li Yuanpei finished assigning tasks to the Doctor and Master's student juniors, then looked at Fang Ziye.

"Ziye, yours is the most troublesome."

"Wednesday the Operating Room still has two surgeries; we must do a good job with contingency preparation."

"In case Teacher Yuan calls you to scrub in, you still have to remember to call those professors you're receiving to explain."

"Not afraid of ten thousand, but guard against the one in ten thousand."

Fang Ziye's schedule is the hardest to arrange, because it very easily conflicts.

Fang Ziye also doesn't know the art of division.

Fang Ziye nodded, vigorously rubbing his face, a bitter expression: "Hosting a COA is much harder than hosting a Hubei Province Orthopedics Annual Meeting."

Li Yuanpei replied: "Naturally; for our own Hubei Orthopedics Annual Meeting, our Trauma Surgery invites at most twenty-odd national experts."

"Divided among so many Han City hospitals, we receive two or three people at most."

"Besides domestic professors, COA also has some foreign professors coming to exchange."

"After getting the news, hearing brothers from Tongji Hospital and Peking Union Medical College Hospital say, two months ago the big shots started broadly inviting their connection networks."

"Forget it, no more complaining."

"What we need to do next..."

"Reception tasks, responsibility for the Meeting Room, all must be specified down to individuals."

"You're also responsible for supervising each other, checking if anyone has overlapping tasks, or is sitting idle with nothing to do..." Around 11:40, Li Yuanpei rubbed his somewhat dry lips.

"Brother Pei, basically there isn't any." Shu Lang replied, he was also taking notes.

Probably because he saw Li Yuanpei was too tired, his brain aching, so he felt a pang of heartache for this Senior Brother.

"Where's Fang Ziye?" Li Yuanpei tilted his head left and right but didn't see Fang Ziye.

"Industry Brother went to the laboratory, said he still has a video conference, probably will last until early morning again."

"Before he left, he specifically told me to tell Brother Pei to call him if you have anything."

"He's not eating dinner! ~ He had takeout delivered to the department." Ning Zhengyang immediately replied.

Li Yuanpei pursed his lips: "Oh right, it's almost mealtime."

"Damn it, Ziye doesn't have it easy either, he's got a pile of his own things we can't help with, and he still has to add trouble for him."

"Truth be told, it's still that our Trauma Surgery team is too small right now, if we had two or three sub-wards, today's matters wouldn't need to be planned out in such detail."

"When the takeout arrives later, you guys eat first."

"I'll go report to Master and Teacher Yuan, then go ask how Haojiang's arrangements are going." Li Yuanpei put away his notebook, stood up in one motion.

Currently in the group where Gong Jiahe and Professor Chen Fang's Associate Professor group are, the PhD team only has Liu Haojiang, and there aren't many graduate students below either, making scheduling even more difficult.

On the contrary, relying on Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong those two being capable, Li Yuanpei has enough people to assign, he's also afraid Liu Haojiang and the others will be like a clever housewife who can't cook without rice.

After everyone felt a pang of sorrow, Shu Lang then clapped his hands, saying: "These tasks are all implemented, the bed management doctors who have surgeries tomorrow must make sure to do the informed consent signatures properly."

"At 7 PM, I'll come over to check."

"Saying it in advance, if by 7 o'clock you still haven't completed the informed consent signatures, then come stay up late with me." Shu Lang's tone carried a hint of irritation.

This kind of irritation made Liu Haihua, Gong Luoyuan and the other Master's students feel a bit headachey, brows deeply furrowed.

……

Afternoon, 7:30.

Laboratory, in the conference room.

It was the mid-session break time, Fang Ziye after eating, wrapped up the takeout boxes: "Tian Luo, Jie Han, have you two finished the ppt for the stage report?"

"If finished, send it to me and Nie Mingxian to take a look, in case there are any mistakes or omissions, we can still help you fix them." Fang Ziye said.

"Senior Brother, don't mention it."

"Still working on it." Lan Tianluo shook his head.

Jie Han's writing ability is stronger, he immediately nodded: "Senior Brother, I sent it in the group."

Fang Ziye opened Jie Han's ppt and finished reading: "Not bad, Jie Han really has a knack for making ppt."

Lan Tianluo immediately complained: "Senior Brother, help out little brother."

"My head's all swollen."

"Recently doing data analysis, making charts, done so much I'm about to vomit."

Jie Han also knew Lan Tianluo was suffering, the specific implementation plans for the large data analysis tasks in the group were all shouldered by Lan Tianluo alone.

So he secretly sent another ppt in the group, which turned out to be precisely Lan Tianluo's lecture topic.

After Lan Tianluo opened it, he said: "Senior Brother, when did you also finish making mine? You could've said something."

"Rest assured, if there's this kind of thing in the future, you must tell me in advance, I absolutely won't force it, would feel like the ppt being made by you makes me lose face."

Lan Tianluo now has also shed his former greenness, advancing considerably in the direction of shamelessness.

Liao Jia then very keenly said: "Jie Han, you have this kind of text organization ability, I suggest you can prepare some ppt templates and hang them on professional websites."

"Ten yuan per download, those middle-aged old bastards in your orthopedics department don't lack these three melons two dates! ~ Especially the department directors in prefecture-level city hospitals."

"Within five years, you absolutely can earn a fortune."

Hearing this, Jie Han froze for a moment: "Is that okay?"

"What's not okay about it? Knowledge payment, a willing buyer willing seller matter."

"If you're willing to do it, you can also compile an orthopedics research literature speed-read journal, adopt a paid subscription format on WeChat Official Account."

"As long as you guarantee good enough quality, it's also absolutely a considerable income."

"Actually, you just need to grasp the mangled extremity limb salvage surgery and the research projects our group is doing, organize and sort out the key points, and you can attract quite a few people."

Listening to Liao Jia speak more and more outrageously, Jie Han immediately shook his head: "Then wouldn't I be switching careers to become self-media?"

"All my current accumulation would be wasted."

It could be seen, Jie Han wants to earn extra money, but also doesn't want to make these things his main profession.

With Fang Ziye setting an example in front, both Jie Han and Lan Tianluo are striving toward the model named Fang Ziye.

"That's true too, I'm just giving an unreliable suggestion, Jie Han you must never choose like this, there's no such necessity." Liao Jia himself currently doesn't even know what he wants, naturally wouldn't give Jie Han real advice.

"But making some ppt templates to earn money, that can be considered, doesn't take much time." Jie Han still wants to earn money after all.

A few people chatted idly for a while more, those who should make tea finished making tea, those who should go to the toilet finished going to the toilet, then they once again plunged into data analysis.

This is still only the first week's pilot patient data, the first batch of clinical trial data has a month's worth, similar meetings will definitely need to be held frequently in the future.

……

Early morning, 2 AM.

After Luo Tingzhu finished reporting, the discussion meeting finally came to a conclusion.

Fang Ziye said: "Tian Luo, we've each organized an initial table, all sent to you, spend some time re-organizing them."

"Check for gaps and fill omissions, if there are no missing points, referencing one copy is enough."

"But not today."

"It's already 2:05 now, everyone go back wash up and sleep."

Luo Tingzhu was collecting snack trash on the table, asked with slight worry: "Senior Brother, if you go back at this hour, you won't get much sleep, right?"

"Mm, I'm not going back for now."

"Just go straight to the department, brush my teeth, and sleep. Tomorrow."

"Oh wait, no morning run today, after rounds I'll stay in the operating room, then see if I can catch another nap."

"Jie Han, Tian Luo, you two head back tomorrow, perfect chance for me to come pick you up." Fang Ziye said.

Hearing this, Lan Tianluo and Jie Han both rolled their eyes once in unison, then shook their heads: "Senior Brother, how about this time you don't come pick us up?"

"Give us a reason to spend money?"

Luo Tingzhu heard this and said: "Senior Brother, those two plan to go straight to the S Store after getting off the high-speed rail, they've arranged to pick up their car."

A man's first dream is mostly to pick up a car of his own.

Fang Ziye put away his phone and backpack, the computer charger was already back in place, he nodded in agreement: "Sure, buying a car makes things much more convenient."

"What brand are you two planning to buy?"

"Full payment, right?"

Jie Han and Lan Tianluo had earned quite a bit of money these two years through publishing papers, plus doing research projects at the sanatorium, after gaining recognition Dean Chen gave them some subsidies, and even covered room and board.

Their savings were definitely not small.

"We'll know after we go look." Jie Han and Lan Tianluo both played coy.

Fang Ziye couldn't be bothered to press further: "Then I'll wait for you two to bring your second wives to see me."

Luo Tingzhu heard this, froze for a moment: "What?"

Liao Jia then explained to Luo Tingzhu: "A man's car is equivalent to a second wife."

"Not for lending! ~"

Luo Tingzhu rolled her eyes after hearing this.

Liao Jia closed the meeting room, everyone's video feeds were simultaneously cut off.

Fang Ziye shut down his computer, closed the lid, stood up, stretched lazily, and when he pushed open the office door, he surprisingly found the lab lights still brightly lit.

This made Fang Ziye, who was about to head straight back to the department, pause his steps, and he walked toward the operating room direction of the lab.

Finding the person in question in the cell room, Fang Ziye said: "Zhengyang, why haven't you gone back yet?"

"Senior Brother, the previous experiment failed, so I'm reviving a new batch of cells."

"I'll go back once I'm done." Ning Zhengyang recognized Fang Ziye's tone.

Ning Zhengyang was exactly one class below Fang Ziye, same class as Shu Lang and Qiao Fei, and was Yuan Weihong's academic PhD student.

"Alright, get some rest early." Fang Ziye checked his watch, it was already 2:13 AM, he said this and left first.

After leaving the lab, Fang Ziye discovered that other labs on the orthopedics floor also still had lights on.

Academic involution kings were not few in number.

After going downstairs, Fang Ziye's steps kept crushing the streetlights' lingering shadows, carefully savoring this fellow trainee Ning Zhengyang.

The old Ning Zhengyang was somewhat arrogant, when he first came to Zhongnan Hospital for a while, hearing that I was good at games, he was still very unconvinced.

He persisted all the way to now holding onto this unconvinced feeling.

Even though Fang Ziye, Lan Tianluo and the others were thriving spectacularly, he still insisted on doing his own thing, always just polite and courteous, never once saying he wanted to join the team to share a slice of the pie.

But still that saying, everyone's stubbornness is actually forged through persistence and endurance.

"Character no problem, nature no problem, personality a bit strong but no problem, talent and qualifications no major problem either." Fang Ziye finished speaking, stopped in place, turned his head, and looked distantly at the experimental building.

Relationships are built through interaction.

Friendship is not like romance, which begins with looks, begins with first-sight chemistry, then looks at character, and only finally categorizes as talent, constantly dividing into layers...

"When there's time, still ask him, can't force things, but also can't completely ignore it." Fang Ziye's low muttering stirred no waves.

Fang Ziye darted into the doctor's office, found an empty bed and crashed head-first to sleep, brushing teeth and washing face were all a waste of time.

A night without words.

6:30 AM, Fang Ziye forgot to set his alarm, was woken by noise, fumbled for his phone to turn off the alarm and continued sleeping.

Then slept straight until 7:45 AM, Li Yuanpei finally broke Fang Ziye's snoring.

Patted Fang Ziye awake, said: "No hot dry noodles, Zhou Ge's office has milk and bread."

"You brush your teeth now, eat breakfast and you'll still have five minutes of awake time."

"What time is it?" Fang Ziye woke up, eyes bleary.

Didn't get to bed until 2:30, right now he really couldn't be described as spirited.

"7:45... 6." Li Yuanpei said.

Fang Ziye flipped up and rushed into the washroom.

7:49 AM, Fang Ziye went straight to the inpatient general office, grabbed two pieces of bread and a box of milk, rushed back to the doctor's office, wolfed them down.

Li Yuanpei mocked: "You're an associate professor, more tired than a damn ox or horse, is it necessary to work yourself like this?"

Fang Ziye spoke with food in his mouth, words unclear: "Maybe it's because I'm cheap to the bone."

Except for that month of leave in August after the injury, Fang Ziye felt his other time was all spent in a complete mess.

"That's because you have a dream, so you don't want to lie flat."

"If I were you, I could lie flatter than a coffin." Li Yuanpei said.

Fang Ziye swallowed the bread in his mouth, softened it with milk, swallowed and said sharply: "Your grandpa's family property left to you, just the interest alone is more than a lifetime of income for a non-hardworking me."

"And you tell me you want to lie flat?"

Fang Ziye wasn't lying, if he didn't work hard, working at a prefecture-level city hospital, annual income capped at 300-something thousand.

This really wasn't enough to match the interest on Li Yuanpei's family savings.

Li Yuanpei had no way to refute, pointed toward the office door: "Start slaving away, Professor Fang! ~"

Fang Ziye continued stuffing the remaining bread in his hand into his mouth.

"Let's go! ~"

……

Time flows like water; in a blink, another two days have passed.

November 13th, Fang Ziye arrived at the high-speed rail station at nine o'clock sharp.

Pengcheng University's Teacher Jiang Baoguo only arrived in Han City at ten thirty in the morning; there was still over an hour to go.

In the parking lot, Fang Ziye stared at the two unlicensed Maybachs, circling front and back, left and right for a while, before tilting his head to ask: "How many girls' WeChats have you added these past few days?"

A Maybach is enough to maintain the fish in the pond.

If it were before, without having experienced the Liao Jia and Xiang Cai incidents, Fang Ziye still wouldn't believe the world could be this direct.

But after all, a person's insight improves continuously with the things they experience, constantly seeing a more realistic world.

"Definitely some, but not much." Jie Han flicked his own hair with a slightly frivolous air, his face full of high spirits.

Fang Ziye paid no mind to Lan Tianluo; Lan Tianluo has always been lavish with money, never treating money as money.

To handle a research project, he invested six or seven million, just to buy a pretext.

But Jie Han's family circumstances aren't well-off, so Fang Ziye looked at Jie Han with some embarrassment: "This should have emptied out all your family savings, right?"

"There's still fifteen hundred in living expenses in my WeChat, both Jiebiao and Weilidai limits are maxed out, what's there to be afraid of?" Jie Han put on a full nouveau riche air.

Fang Ziye calculated carefully; Jie Han's bonus distribution and such weren't small either. Although they couldn't compare to his own, as long as he didn't spend recklessly, he should have a million or so in savings.

Fang Ziye's income has been over ten million these past few years; if his fellow trainee following him didn't even have fifteen percent, then Fang Ziye's cut would actually be a bit excessive.

Lan Tianluo glanced at the time at this moment: "Driver Xiao Lan, I'm going on duty now; you two wait slowly."

"Hurry up and get in, don't pick up the wrong person." Fang Ziye immediately said upon hearing this.

Boasting is boasting, showing off is showing off; serious business can't be dropped.

"Senior Brother, you can rest assured about how I do things; the ride-hailing car has already been reserved, paid and waiting." Lan Tianluo raised an eyebrow at Fang Ziye.

Lan Tianluo merely drove to the high-speed rail station; he wasn't driving this car to pick people up.

In the research field, people who can secure this much money at Lan Tianluo's age are phoenix feathers and unicorn horns nationwide.

Even big professors wouldn't be so high-profile as to drive a Maybach; if Lan Tianluo drove this to pick someone up!

One look and others would definitely exclaim that Zhongnan Hospital's Orthopedics Department is truly "insiders"!

As for those two words "reputation," don't even mention them.

After Lan Tianluo left, Fang Ziye asked: "Jie Han, why didn't you think about buying a house first?"

Jie Han understood Fang Ziye's meaning and said: "Having a car would be more convenient, right?"

"Actually, this car isn't one I bought to drive regularly; it's Huang Shan preparing to use it for a storefront." Jie Han replied.

"You bought this kind of car for Huang Shan? Every year to maintain it, you'd have to invest a lot! ~" Fang Ziye said.

Only upon hearing this did Jie Han explain the actual situation to Fang Ziye, pulling up his bank card balance again and listing it for Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye understood after reading it; Jie Han's family background is average, but Huang Shan's family background is not bad. It might not compare to Li Yuanpei, but her family dotes on her enough.

But for external consumption, naturally one wants to boast a bit.

"No matter; we ourselves are one generation. Absolutely one generation." Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye's own family background is also very average; it might only be a little bit better than Jie Han's.

Jie Han said: "Senior Brother, actually being able to have this kind of income now, I'm already extremely, extremely satisfied."

"What I get now are just rewards and subsidies; they completely don't count as monthly salary and performance income."

Jie Han pulled open his coat: "What I want to do is, after discarding income and livelihood, become a true doctor like you, Senior Brother."

"Lan Tianluo is the same; in terms of passion, he loves medicine even more than me! ~"

"Loving a profession and having interest in it is the best driving force."

"You're already excellent enough, especially you; you must believe the four words 'late bloomer'."

"I believe your future achievements will be higher than Lan Tianluo's."

"On the mental level, it will forever be a notch higher than the reality level; this is an innate advantage you possess."

"Even if you're currently slightly behind Lan Tianluo, the future him definitely cannot compare to you." Fang Ziye replied seriously.

If not for Level 5 and Level 6 skills, Fang Ziye would rather believe Lan Tianluo's achievements would be higher than Jie Han's, because Lan Tianluo's operational aptitude is a bit better than Jie Han's.

But Fang Ziye is no longer the previous Fang Ziye; his mental level has already been raised through opening a cheat.

Therefore, looking at the coming decades, Jie Han's height will definitely be higher than Lan Tianluo's; even if at that time Jie Han's operational level isn't as good as Lan Tianluo's, this is still a settled fact.

Jie Han doesn't need such high-end operational technique; he only needs to raise his technique to the point where he can convert his mental layer into reality, then that will be Jie Han's high-potential outbreak period, and a sustained outbreak at that.

"Being able to watch you all slowly get better, I'm also quite happy."

"Still remember, back then we were all so poor. You were slightly better. Lan Tianluo was even better." Fang Ziye said.

After Jie Han entered the hospital he started churning out papers, so the year before Fang Ziye went on rural rotation to Enshi, Jie Han's research bonus was actually a bit higher than Fang Ziye's.

"Senior Brother, you're a huge potential stock! ~"

"Senior Brother, let's agree first: in the future, us few, don't get involved in any economic disputes; even if we open our mouths to borrow money, you must not lend to us." Jie Han said.

"Haha, okay." Fang Ziye understood Jie Han's meaning.

Who knows how many blood brothers have fallen over the word "money"; Jie Han hopes the few of them keep their relationship purely pure.

……

At ten forty, Fang Ziye waited on time at the high-speed rail station exit for Professor Jiang Baoguo and an Associate Professor with him.

Fang Ziye hurried forward to help push the suitcases, laughing as he said: "Teacher Jiang, hello Teacher."

Jiang Baoguo knows Fang Ziye, and also knows Fang Ziye doesn't know his group's people: "Zijian, this is Professor Fang Ziye!"

"Professor Fang, our group's Du Zijian, his name structure is very similar to yours."

"Hello Professor Du."

"Professor Fang, hello." Fang Ziye and Du Zijian shook hands.

Fang Ziye then hurriedly guided the two toward the parking lot, asking as he walked, "Have the two professors eaten breakfast? If not, I can take you to try the local hot dry noodles."

"Although we came early, we've already made do."

Jiang Baoguo said, "Professor Fang, there's no need to be polite. Right, Professor Fang, we won't go check in directly first; can you take us to Peking Union Medical College Hospital first?"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye said with a smile, "Naturally, Teacher Jiang."

"Is Teacher Jiang going to find Professor Zhong Junyu?"

Fang Ziye came to pick up Jiang Baoguo, so he naturally had a certain understanding of him. In 2010, Jiang Baoguo won the research project on microsurgical coaptation repair of peripheral nerves and new coaptation materials, and received the Ministry of Education Technological Invention First Prize.

From 2016 to 2022, he served as Dean of Peking University People's Hospital. In December 2019, the National Trauma Medicine Center was officially launched, with Jiang Baoguo serving as Director. In November 2021, he was elected as an Academician of the China Academy of Engineering.

On June 30, 2023, he served as Orthopedics Group Leader of the National Health Commission Medical Emergency Work Expert Group.

Currently serving as Academician of the China Academy of Engineering, Director of the National Trauma Medicine Center, and Dean of Pengcheng University General Hospital.

Fang Ziye couldn't guess why Jiang Baoguo would leave Peking University for Pengcheng University, but for a talent of Jiang Baoguo's caliber, no matter which university he went to, all treatment could be maxed out.

"It's to find Professor Zhong to discuss some matters." Professor Jiang Baoguo wore glasses; although his skin was slightly dark, he looked refined and gentle.

Just from appearance, one could not tell at all that Professor Jiang Baoguo was related to orthopedics.

After Jiang Baoguo got in the car, he then said with a smile, "Professor Fang has been very busy lately, ah?"

Fang Ziye knew the other was asking why he hadn't agreed to the banquet, so he hurriedly explained, "Teacher Jiang, COA is being held in Han City, our provincial orthopedics Director Li arranged a pile of tasks for our hospital."

"Old pushing young, I've already been dispatched tonight to pick up Academician Zhang!"

"It's just a task arranged in advance; a superior made a request, I didn't dare delay."

Jiang Baoguo also didn't think Fang Ziye was using Academician Zhang Xingze's name to pressure him; he just said with a half-smile, "Professor Fang seems to have extraordinary connections in Hubei Province."

"No wonder you're unwilling to go anywhere! ~"

Jiang Baoguo isn't stupid; there are only so many Academicians domestically, how could it just happen that all the Academicians attending this time were dispatched to Zhongnan Hospital, and then Fang Ziye was sent out?

This is someone deliberately paving the way for Fang Ziye, letting him show his face before them first.

Academicians are a recommendation election system.

If you're not familiar with others, that's a maybe-vote-maybe-not situation.

Academicians outside the specialty can be unfamiliar with you, but if no one inside the specialty supports you, then what position are you even trying for?

Fang Ziye busily said, "It's all the support and favor of seniors!"

Fang Ziye's modesty, in Jiang Baoguo's eyes, was completely a hollow fig leaf; he said bluntly, "A waterfall plunges straight down, a hundred boats contend in the flow."

"Huazhong University of Science and Technology and Han City University are both top-tier famous schools in Eastern Han; no matter which discipline's leader has a chance to strike at the Academy of Sciences, they will spare no effort."

"Tongji Hospital and Peking Union Medical College Hospital of Huazhong University of Science and Technology have occupied resources for so many years; they should also yield a little."

"If I encountered a young and promising person like Professor Fang, I'd also cherish them dearly."

The words Jiang Baoguo didn't finish were that every university, to let their own professors strike for Academician, would rush forward like 'madmen'.

Even a single discipline in a province would first prop up a seat, striving to lead hair growth to achieve endless continuity.

If not for special circumstances, who would easily give up such an opportunity? There must be some reasons that allowed Fang Ziye to seize this initiative.

"Thank you for Teacher Jiang's praise, my face skin is very thick, even pretending has to be treated as real." Fang Ziye replied while stepping on the accelerator.

The car Fang Ziye bought was an Audi; although eye-catching, it wasn't particularly outrageous.

"..."

Along the way, Jiang Baoguo didn't mention eating again, nor did he say the specific reason for finding Professor Zhong Junyu; he just asked Fang Ziye some questions all the way, possibly unrelated to pain or itch.

After driving into Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Fang Ziye proactively opened the car door for Teacher Jiang Baoguo, saying with a smile, "Teacher Jiang, did you contact Teacher Zhong in advance?"

"Do you want me to help make a call?"

Du Zijian replied, "Professor Fang, you mind your own business; later we'll go to the hotel to handle check-in ourselves. Professor Jiang and I have some business with Professor Zhong, don't know when we'll finish."

"Then if Professor Du has any needs, call me anytime." Fang Ziye bowed with an apologetic smile.

Fang Ziye didn't blame the other's "high coldness"; he had refused the other's goodwill first, and under such premises, expecting Professor Jiang Baoguo to be especially enthusiastic toward him would be overthinking.

Fang Ziye wasn't greedy either; he felt he could become the "group pet" in the orthopedics Academician dream team; meeting first was fate, being able to know a few teachers was his unique opportunity, no need to expect too much.

Of course, Fang Ziye still politely accompanied the two to the Surgical Building of Peking Union Medical College Hospital, until Professor Zhong Junyu and the Associate Professor appeared downstairs; Fang Ziye greeted everyone again, then left on a pretext, not disturbing further.

Professor Zhong Junyu personally led Professor Jiang Baoguo to a conference room in the Surgical Building; with no outsiders left, Jiang Baoguo then said, "Professor Zhong, your province's Fang Ziye, is truly a remarkable person, ah?"

Hearing this, Zhong Junyu pursed his lips: "Why does Professor Jiang say this?"

"Earlier, Old Professor Qiu Zhenghua told me that if I had time and reached Han City, I should look at his heart-and-soul's little Fang."

"But when I actually invited this little Professor Fang, he refused me." Jiang Baoguo said with a half-smile.

Jiang Baoguo himself still hadn't figured out the reason for being refused by Fang Ziye.

This question, Zhong Junyu also couldn't answer well: "Professor Jiang, Zhongnan Hospital's Professor Fang is a very outstanding young person."

"Perhaps there were other arrangements; if little Professor Fang had any shortcomings, please Professor Jiang don't mind."

"Isn't it that I've been waiting for Professor Jiang you all along?"

At Zhong Junyu's level, what is seen is momentum, not just the momentum of Peking Union Medical College Hospital, but also the momentum of Hubei Province.

Only when momentum accumulates can things follow as a natural progression.

Hubei Province's orthopedics, if it wants to drum up a momentum in the national orthopedics jianghu in the coming years, it can only overtake on curves, continuously overtake on curves, overtake until everyone is flung out by centrifugal force.

At that time, a true orthopedics diagnosis and treatment center momentum position that can contend with Magic Capital and Jingdu can be formed.

Only when Hubei Province's orthopedics produces a person who steps into the Academician circle can there be a continuous flow of rolling water, breaking the deadlock and moving.

Hearing Zhong Junyu's answer, Jiang Baoguo's tone became even more certain: "Looks like Professor Fang is indeed a remarkable person!"

Zhong Junyu, a professor of Peking Union Medical College Hospital, would also step forward to support and lift up Fang Ziye.

As Fang Ziye drove back, he clipped his phone in the navigation position, connecting the car Bluetooth with the phone Bluetooth.

"Master, Teacher Jiang went directly to Peking Union Medical College Hospital and did not go to the hotel to handle check-in procedures."

"I've already called the hotel; Teacher Jiang and Professor Du Zijian's rooms will be kept reserved." Fang Ziye reported.

"How is Professor Jiang Baoguo's emotional state?" Deng Yong asked!

Although Deng Yong agreed with and recognized Fang Ziye's refusal of Professor Jiang Baoguo's dinner invitation, he still had to help analyze it.

Even if they cannot become close, they must not offend him.

Fang Ziye replied truthfully: "Master, Teacher Jiang has been probing indirectly, but did not mention anything of substance."

"Sigh."

"Big shots like these are hard to attend to; in any aspect, going too far is as bad as not going far enough — cannot be too cold, and even more cannot be too warm." Deng Yong also could not fathom Professor Jiang Baoguo's intentions and thoughts.

"Master, since a choice has been made, there is no more need to argue right and wrong."

"I'll contact Teacher Zhang Xingze again to clarify his schedule." Fang Ziye replied...

Fang Ziye did not return to the hospital, but instead went directly to guard the high-speed rail station.

In case someone at the hospital had a last-minute mishap — for example, got stuck in a traffic jam and couldn't arrive in time — Fang Ziye went to fill the vacant spot.

The fellow disciples were each on their own, and there was no opportunity to eat together.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Ziye indeed temporarily received a task to drive and deliver a Professor Chen from Sun Yat-sen University Affiliated Hospital.

Originally, Wang Zixin was responsible for picking up this Professor Chen, but he was whisked away by the professor he had picked up earlier, who made Wang Zixin take him and his friends to taste local specialty dishes.

The Professor Chen Fang Ziye received was exceptionally talkative; upon getting in the car he asked: "Professor Fang, you should still be single, right? Ever thought about developing your career in Yangcheng?"

Fang Ziye responded calmly: "Thank you for Teacher Chen's thick kindness; my spouse and I currently both work at Zhongnan Hospital."

"Is Teacher Chen going directly to the hotel to handle check-in procedures, or going out to look around?"

The professor named Chen Yumin had good self-awareness, and said: "Professor Fang, just send me to the hotel; I've made plans with friends to go out and play."

"Wouldn't dare let Professor Fang act as a tour guide."

"But if it's convenient for you, Professor Fang, we could go eat lunch together..."

(Chapter End)