Chapter 720

"What did you do?" After the old man was seen off accompanied by Li Yuanpei, Yuan Weihong immediately closed the room door.

Fang Ziye's tone was calm: "Actually I didn't do anything, Master, I just gave Old Man Guo a phone call."

"What was said on the phone." Yuan Weihong of course didn't believe Fang Ziye merely made a call to persuade him, that simple.

"In his generation, there are still people who have died."

"In his generation, there are also people who are disabled." Fang Ziye simply said two sentences.

Besides that, Fang Ziye did not say anything further.

Old Man Guo's condition was not caused by Yuan Weihong.

"How dare you speak to a senior like that?" Yuan Weihong did understand Fang Ziye's forceful persuasion approach, but saying this, could he avoid being sprayed at?

Fang Ziye grinned and laughed lightly: "Master, I've seen many people worse off than Old Man Guo."

"It's not that he entered there early, is old in age, and has deep seniority that he can just put on airs at will."

"Just because things weren't done that well, he has such a big temper, then how can our department operate normally in the future?"

"If everything has to be picked and chosen, compared back and forth, then there would be plenty of things to pick and choose from."

Fang Ziye looked at Yuan Weihong, tone determined: "His surgery, I was in the operating room the whole time."

"Did we do something wrong?"

"Did we deliberately do it not well enough?"

"Comparing back and forth, to say something unpleasant, there's not just one peer who died earlier than him……"

Hearing this, Yuan Weihong finally realized Fang Ziye had truly matured; his words and actions now possessed his own style.

Yuan Weihong exhaled lightly: "This kind of talk can't be said recklessly, but you've seen more, so I estimate you can shut the old man's mouth."

Fang Ziye said: "Master, we're in different positions, so we eat the rice of different positions, and we rely on selling our labor."

"This is Zhongnan Hospital, the service targets Zhongnan Hospital faces are ordinary common people."

"Although this old man was also an ordinary commoner at first, if he still throws a tantrum relying on some other identity, we can't keep serving him."

"Otherwise our work won't be able to carry out normally."

"There are plenty of hospitals more powerful than our Zhongnan Hospital, he has the autonomous right to choose, if he doesn't trust us, he might as well not have trusted us from the start."

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he sighed lightly again: "This kind of thing, sooner or later we'll encounter it; we do what our capabilities allow, and we don't need to learn that Putian Medical Group set of tricks, right?"

Fang Ziye tried to be tactful in having a heart-to-heart chat with his Master.

Because Fang Ziye also knew, in the current department, it's a stage where individual strength development is relatively unbalanced; Yuan Weihong might not be able to satisfy some super high-end patients' extreme demands.

But saying it in advance, you can choose not to come!

It's because Putian Medical Group's own patient source isn't enough that they wave the banner of this professor and that professor.

To attract more patients as "customers"!

"……"

After eating breakfast and waiting for handover, Fang Ziye sat at the red painted oval handover table in the doctor's office, examining his mobile phone screen, looking at the service area photos sent by Lan Tianluo and Jie Han.

It was truly "Red sun rising in the east, luxury car and beauty."

"You two dog prodigals have to show off like this?" Fang Ziye scolded in a voice message.

The two who just picked up their cars, each hooked a "beauty," and went flirty on the road heading for Enshi.

Jie Han's voice snickered in the voice message column: "Senior Brother, when you just picked up your car, you were also very 'flirty'?"

"We're on the 'commute' road of travel fatigue! ~"

"How many times have you yourself gone out traveling?"

Jie Han's resentment wasn't hidden at all.

Fang Ziye retorted: "At your age, did I have such a good thing? I returned from overseas, and in less than a few days I went on Chief Resident."

"After finishing Chief Resident, I went out traveling; you only remember me going out traveling, but don't remember any of the other things, right?"

Lan Tianluo: "Of course of course!"

"I have to handover now, you guys play slowly, drive carefully." Seeing his two junior brothers able to live even better than he did when younger, Fang Ziye was even happier.

This represents his team has been developing all along, increasingly thriving.

If one generation is not as good as the previous, that's when one needs to reflect.

Hearing Fang Ziye was about to handover, the two also stopped showing off, fell silent and no longer replied.

Fang Ziye also closed his phone.

Normal handover started and ended normally, normal ward rounds also started and ended normally; Fang Ziye's current days are still quite "comfortable"!

Past the Chief Resident stage, also past the Attending stage, but above there's still the leading "Big Brother" Yuan Weihong, so the matters Fang Ziye has to manage on the surface in the department are very few.

After finishing rounds he just normally drills into the operating room; everything else he doesn't need to care about at all.

……

The Orthopedics Annual Conference is annual in nature; its convening and closing are inevitable, but for normal days, it's merely an accidental "momentary splendor"!

After the conference, whether glorious or chatting merrily or unknown, all will return to their respective posts, continue working solidly, continue accumulating, in preparation for next year, the year after……

Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong are very clear on the current development plan for Trauma Surgery: that is "recuperate and gather strength," improve the team's basic quality, continuously eat clinical capital, until eaten through, eaten refined, eaten until Trauma Surgery's development reaches a relative balance point.

"This is called storing up energy for a future move! ~"

"Master, the day before yesterday I swiped short videos for half an hour, and saw someone explain the usage of the cannon in Aroma rather uniquely."

"The cannon's function lies in 'Zhen'; only by not firing it out can this cannon's power possibly be maximized."

"Conversely, if a cannon blasts out, the power shows, the cannon's power is greatly reduced, and it might even lose the advantage it held." Fang Ziye said.

Yuan Weihong nodded, he stood up, turned and tore off a calendar sheet: "12.11", Wednesday.

"Still twenty days, your Master my Ward Director experience card will expire too."

"And finally I can get rid of this awkward ghost place." Yuan Weihong touched his own hair, rubbing it rhythmically.

Fang Ziye poured Yuan Weihong a cup of hot tea, pushed it over, then took the shower head to water the Green Radish by the window and the newly arrived potted plants: "Master, this isn't bad either."

"Come, experience it, perhaps feel the insufficiency! ~"

"Then next time, the mindset will be steadier."

"With Professor Gong Jiahe's ability, if he isn't given a Ward Director position, no matter where he goes, it wouldn't make sense to argue."

Yuan Weihong turned and sat down, picking up the teacup: "Yeah! ~ Doesn't make sense."

"Teacher Gong is fifty-three this year. Although his physical functions may not be at their peak, surgical technical operation, fire control, teaching ability, administrative ability, and so on, are all at their peak period."

"Dean Wang Xinghuan, in order to keep Professor Gong Jiahe, gave Teacher Qian Zhong's Surgical Administrative Chief Director position to him, and Teacher Qian Zhong conceded."

"If I continue to shamelessly stay here, then I would really be shameless." Yuan Weihong said.

Actually, with Fang Ziye around, Yuan Weihong wasn't completely unable to sit in this position, but Yuan Weihong needed to rely on someone to sit firmly.

And Professor Gong Jiahe could effortlessly sit firmly at the Fishing Terrace.

"Master, Professor Gong Jiahe's character is upright and straightforward, and he is also a particularly easy person to get along with."

"Afterwards, even if Professor Gong's ideas and thoughts contradict our expectations, there is no need to worry too much."

"Teacher Gong's focus won't be on our hospital." Fang Ziye advised.

Although Gong Jiahe was easy to get along with, when he lost his temper, he wouldn't give anyone face.

After December passed, it would be the new year. After the new year, Fang Ziye would have to go to the new campus to nominally lead a department. By then, Yuan Weihong could only continue to hang around with Gong Jiahe.

Yuan Weihong's eyelids fluttered quickly as he asked: "Ziye, Professor Gong said he was almost forty-seven before he broke through that layer of threshold."

"Is this layer of window paper really that hard to pierce?"

Yuan Weihong calculated that Professor Gong Jiahe's qualification definitely wasn't inferior to his own!

Yuan Weihong himself, from 'having nothing' to entering the hall, had only used ten years, but from entering the hall to advancing one step further, would it take more than ten years?

Since Professor Gong Jiahe came to Zhongnan Hospital, Yuan Weihong had been even more obsessed with that layer of window paper, even to the point of being unable to wake up.

"Master, you're still young?"

"How old are you? Only thirty-seven years old. In a surgeon's career, that hasn't even reached the golden period yet."

"Take it slow." Fang Ziye wasn't encouraging him for the first time, and definitely wouldn't be the last time.

"If you don't think about comparing professional title promotion speed with Teacher Liu Huanglong, your current level is much thicker than his at that age."

Recently, Yuan Weihong, through tempering and seclusion, had several basic skills and specialty basic skills also improved to the expert level. Now Yuan Weihong's basic skills were solid like an iron bucket.

"That's right."

Yuan Weihong continued to ask: "You always say Professor Gong Jiahe's final focus isn't in our hospital, nor in Hubei Province, so where exactly will he be?"

Fang Ziye replied: "Master, if you had asked me this question a few months ago, I definitely wouldn't be good at telling you."

"But recently, I privately inquired about some minor path news. These minor path news are descriptions about National Treasure Doctor level. Definitely not accurate enough, but also have some truth."

"What description?" Yuan Weihong's eyeballs were shining.

"The classification of National Treasure Doctor level is roughly divided into these few levels. For example, Broad National Master Level is equivalent to National Treasure Doctor level treatment, but hasn't reached it yet, having such potential."

"Teacher Deng Yong, my master, is currently barely pulled into this circle. Domestic famous professors and experts are mostly in this big and small circle."

"Big circle fifty people, small circle twenty people. Generally speaking, if there really is a professor who can advance one step further, most are produced from this circle. One or two per province, some provinces have none."

"Then is Small National Master Level, for example Professor Duan Hong. Their key skill for improvement is not the core basic skill of Trauma Surgery."

Fang Ziye stopped here.

"Then what about Large National Master Level?" Yuan Weihong continued to ask further.

"No upper limit." Fang Ziye said.

Currently, what the circle discusses is the essential difference between Small National Master Level and Large National Master Level, which lies in whether the core basic skill has broken through to the National Treasure Doctor level.

And from Fang Ziye's vision, actually the true Large National Master Level should be that three basic skills are improved before it can barely be enough.

Otherwise, they are all just 'Youth Edition'!

For example Trauma Surgery, if Debridement Technique, Hemostasis Technique, and Incision Technique haven't reached National Treasure Doctor level, can it still be called Large National Master?

However, a person with a cheat cannot easily define and change a circle, disturbing others' Dao Heart.

No matter how awesome Fang Ziye is, he is just one person.

Many of his ideas need to be implemented, and must have the help and participation of others. And these participants are real comrades existing in reality.

"Fine... I also shouldn't inquire about these too ambitiously."

"Damn it, I'm your master, why does the phrase 'too ambitiously' fall on me?" Yuan Weihong couldn't take it, started to stand up and touch Fang Ziye's back of head.

"No rebellious bone?"

He doubted and touched his own back of head again...

Fang Ziye said nothing, put down the shower head, then sat and drank tea with Yuan Weihong. This time every morning before handover was the most relaxed time for the two of them.

Other times, Yuan Weihong had to practice basic operations, go find the cadaver teacher to practice anatomy, read books, learn, and bring students.

Other times, Fang Ziye had to handle research projects, teaching, scientific research, and contact other research project groups.

"Liao Jia left?" Yuan Weihong suddenly asked.

Fang Ziye nodded frankly: "Left, Free Agent, cannot be retained."

"Left yesterday, luggage cleaned cleanly."

Yuan Weihong sighed: "Talent, in order to leave early, almost without sleep or rest, in less than a month, designed so many models! ~"

"Did you guys give the money in place?"

Fang Ziye said: "Naturally. Friendship hasn't scattered, character cannot be ruined. Money was definitely given, but whether Professor Liao Jia looks up to it or not is unknown."

"Anyway he didn't even look at it."

"I advanced it myself."

Liao Jia wanted to leave, Fang Ziye also gave the other party a clean break, took out his private savings, and advanced the money that should be given and could be given.

"Is it a pity?" Yuan Weihong asked.

Over the past few days, Fang Ziye had not expressed his stance at all, nor had he lost his temper; this actually made him a bit worried.

However, Yuan Weihong took this kind of thing very lightly; everyone has their own choices.

Among Han City University's undergraduates, Seven-Year Program, and Eight-Year Program students, there were also quite a few outstanding talents; some Orthopedics Department professors fancied them, but the other party ran off.

Or they went to other specialties, other schools — all are human nature.

It's not that just because I appreciate you, you must be appreciated by me and enter my tutelage.

For example, in a person's youth, more or less they will encounter a few members of the opposite sex they admire; but it's not that just because I admire you, you must belong to me.

"What a pity, but everyone has their own aspirations."

"Professor Liao Jia made it clear when he came that he might pack up and run off at any time."

"It was agreed upon in advance!" Fang Ziye naturally felt heartache.

The team missing a Liao Jia was truly missing a super general.

Previously not having much contact, Fang Ziye would think Liao Jia's talent was comparable to Nie Mingxian's, but now recalling, Liao Jia's talent was probably a notch higher than Nie Mingxian's.

He usually treated work as a joke.

On the basis of Nie Mingxian's caliber, a notch higher in talent meant reaching a level where one might lack the opportunity, a hurdle impossible to cross in a lifetime.

At certain times, 99 and 100 have an essential difference.

"As long as you don't let this matter overly affect your emotions, that's fine; everyone has regrets!"

"Heaven and earth are both square and round, but both may revolve around us individuals as the center."

"This kind of thing may still appear in the future; people come and go, a constant flow of people — this is the normal state of life."

Fang Ziye nodded and said: "Yeah, Master, so now I somewhat understand Professor Li and their feelings."

"If it were me, I might have bullied Teacher Deng even more ruthlessly two years ago."

"My classmate Song Yi might even have a shot at the First Prize next year."

Song Yi was in the same class as Fang Ziye, and participated in the 'High-end and Cutting-edge Technical Specialty Assessment' together with Fang Ziye, and passed.

However, unlike Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi, perhaps Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi passing the specialty assessment was because he met the requirements, while Song Yi passing was because Zhongnan Hospital only set this requirement; if there were other requirements, he could also meet them.

Now, after three years of tempering, his progress can be described as rapid progress.

"But I also asked Song Yi's teacher, Professor Wei Junqiang!"

"He said when Song Yi was at Jingdu University Third Hospital, his potential wasn't this high; perhaps going through a round at our Zhongnan Hospital caused his little universe to explode." Fang Ziye explained.

Yuan Weihong said: "That's natural; if Song Yi's talent really reached that level, Professor Wei Junqiang of Jingdu University Third Hospital wouldn't have let Song Yi leave."

"Now Song Yi's growth has reached the point where he won't be easily let go."

"Professor Duan Hong's luck is really good too."

"The group is full of talent."

Fang Ziye smiled and said: "Master, it can't always be only our hospital having good luck; Orthopedics Departments with some strength all have the chance to receive very qualified talents."

Speaking of this, Fang Ziye's phone suddenly flashed.

Fang Ziye didn't avoid it and picked it up to look; immediately his face changed drastically: "Fang Ziye, got time to come out for breakfast?"

"I have an 11 o'clock flight; planning to fly to Europe after eating."

"Who is it? Tingzhu?" Yuan Weihong saw Fang Ziye's expression suddenly change and was startled.

"Liao Jia. He wants me to go eat breakfast. He hasn't left Hubei Province yet?" Fang Ziye replied, slightly stunned.

Yuan Weihong's eyeballs rolled rapidly a few circles: "I can delay the surgery until 9:30 to formally start the operating room turnover."

"Friends invited, we still have to see them off."

"We are doctors, but also people."

Yuan Weihong knew Fang Ziye was a person who valued work very much.

Today there was a surgery schedule; Fang Ziye would absolutely not mess around, but slightly delaying the operating room turnover time was the only opportunity Yuan Weihong could strive for Fang Ziye.

"Master, I'll strive to rush back before 9 o'clock." Fang Ziye also didn't struggle.

Surgery also requires ward rounds.

8 o'clock handover; when the handover takes long it's twenty minutes, ward rounds twenty-plus minutes; after entering the operating room, preparing sterile draping etc. also takes twenty to thirty minutes.

Formally starting operating room turnover at 9:10 belongs to a very standard rhythm.

I merely miss the handover and ward rounds, and it doesn't affect the surgery and patients.

Yuan Weihong didn't reply, the meaning being to let Fang Ziye arrange the time himself.

……

Cailinji on Zhongnan Road.

"Liao Ge!" Fang Ziye saw Liao Jia; Liao Jia was eating soup noodles, and beside him was also placed a portion of stirred hot dry noodles.

After Fang Ziye sat down, he picked up the bowl.

"Eh, I've eaten from this bowl; I really couldn't get used to it so I ordered a new one; you order a bowl yourself." Liao Jia stopped him.

"I'll just change chopsticks!" Fang Ziye continued stirring.

Although he had eaten breakfast, although the noodles were a bit clumped, Fang Ziye didn't dislike it.

It wasn't that he couldn't afford this money; he just felt waste wasn't good; moreover, he came now not to eat a bit of noodles.

"Liao Ge, I thought you left long ago!" Fang Ziye stirred anew and said with a smile.

"I did leave, then came back."

"I already arrived at the Magic Capital last night, preparing to take off; received information. So I rushed back over." Liao Jia said.

Fang Ziye's brows secretly knitted; he hadn't sent Liao Jia a message, nor was he this conflicted.

"Was it that Xiang Cai who sent you the message?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Yes, just came to make a decision."

"Finished up last night, preparing to go overseas today, thought it over and still decided to meet you for breakfast."

"Thought Professor Fang would be busy, wouldn't have time." Liao Jia spoke very casually.

"Decision? What kind of decision?" Fang Ziye couldn't figure out what exactly Liao Jia had done.

"What other decision? Delete phone number face-to-face, block, delete WeChat friend, block, never contact again! ~" Liao Jia said it very satisfyingly.

"You could just delete unilaterally, why spend this money." Fang Ziye muttered.

"Haha, you don't understand, this is called venting anger."

Liao Jia felt very cool, very happy himself. So changing the flight ticket and these travel expenses felt very worth it: "Fang Ziye, honestly, this time in Enshi was actually quite fulfilling and happy."

"Thank you, for letting me see what academic prosperity looks like."

Liao Jia's words were polite, only his tone was very conventional, no raising of cups, no bold words.

"Liao Ge, you wouldn't be not planning to come back after this overseas trip, would you?" Fang Ziye heard Liao Jia say this and froze for a moment.

"Don't know, haven't calculated it out."

"Maybe I go overseas and find a rich foreign woman to settle down with?"

"Also maybe, I go out and find a job, get a green card?" Liao Jia was even more casual.

"Then wish Liao Ge a good time." Fang Ziye didn't persuade either.

Liao Jia was happy Fang Ziye was so free and easy, didn't ask why Fang Ziye didn't persuade: "Then I wish Professor Fang a bright future, early summit."

……

"Liao Ge, want me to send you to the airport?" When leaving the noodle shop, Fang Ziye asked.

"You didn't even drive, this means you've already made the choice."

"You're not just Professor Fang, you're also Director Fang, you have your own things to do."

"How is going to the airport not going? Bye." Liao Jia waved, reached out and hailed a taxi.

As the taxi gradually approached, Liao Jia just got in the car like that.

He didn't even take luggage.

Probably didn't even check out of the hotel in Magic Capital, just came to Han City so carefreely...

On the return journey, Fang Ziye felt some gains and losses, but still held back the thought of messaging Liao Jia, rushed back all the way, and directly plunged into the operating room.

Only, Fang Ziye had just entered the operating room when he discovered everyone's atmosphere was somewhat off.

Yuan Weihong sat under the operating room timing panel, expressionless, eyes hollow!

When he himself entered, his gaze only flashed lightly, but limited to just a flash.

Fang Ziye looked at the time on the operating room timing panel, only 08:58!

He returned twelve minutes earlier than estimated.

Li Yuanpei looked back walking over, whispered in Fang Ziye's ear: "Peng Long submitted resignation."

Fang Ziye heard this and froze, looked at Li Yuanpei.

"Only delivered to Teacher Yuan's OA system at 8 AM, Teacher Yuan asked Associate Professor Peng, then personally signed." Li Yuanpei said.

"Did Peng Lao Shi say specific reason?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Zhejiang University Second Hospital." Li Yuanpei said.

Okay, Associate Professor Peng Long is job-hopping, going to a better unit, this way might have better development prospects.

Of course, Fang Ziye wasn't that simple either, stepped toward his teacher's direction, sat down leaning against the round steel stool by Yuan Weihong's side, the steel stool wasn't steady, Fang Ziye used gluteal muscles to rotate two circles before completely fixing the round plate.

"Master."

Yuan Weihong tilted head slightly, spoke first: "Peng Long's matter, has nothing to do with you."

What Fang Ziye cared about wasn't this: "Did Peng Lao Shi not say other reasons?"

"Said. Nothing to do with you, has to do with me." Yuan Weihong was candidly blunt.

Every specialty's Chief Physician quotas are very few, but competitors are like carp crossing the river!

Peng Long is already forty-two years old.

In terms of seniority, he should promote first, but in terms of other accumulation, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan is Trauma Surgery's current-year promotion.

After Xie Jinyuan promotes up, Yuan Weihong has to open the first echelon again.

Behind is Fang Ziye.

Orthopedics Department's Deputy Chief Physician and Chief Physician promotion quotas each year are just those few!

Fang Ziye lowered voice: "Is there a possibility to get one more?"

Meat in the bowl not enough, what to do? Go snatch in the canteen.

Canteen meat not enough, can only have hospital go to vegetable market to snatch! ~ Snatch from other hospitals in this province.

Orthopedics is the bowl, Zhongnan Hospital is the canteen, Hubei Province is the vegetable market.

"Too late." Yuan Weihong said.

"February, Peng Long will formally start! ~"

"Our hospital's procedure, he's already completed it, he's Deputy Chief Physician, gave one and a half months advance notice, not much breach of contract penalty."

"Sigh! ~" Fang Ziye sighed.

This is a no-way thing.

This kind of thing, will still appear often in the future.

Now there are many attending physicians in the department, each year's Deputy Chief Physician promotion quotas are just these.

Not only might Peng Long leave, later if Zhang Zixi and others can't keep promoting up, they might also carry bucket and run.

This is one of the reasons for a hospital's superior title numbers narrowing and decreasing.

"There's already a branch hospital, isn't there? Why is Professor Peng in such a rush?" Fang Ziye said in a low voice.

The quota isn't enough — that's a reality, but aren't they already trying to snatch them?

Two hospital areas, two wards, plus the Trauma Center — Trauma Surgery has plenty of Chief Physician quotas!

"Then don't rush to get promoted?" Yuan Weihong said.

Fang Ziye nodded: "I can."

Fang Ziye wasn't originally in a rush to get promoted to Chief Physician anyway; Deputy Chief Physician and Chief Physician only differ in benefits, the difference in permissions isn't especially large.

Fang Ziye's main income doesn't depend on the department's Chief Physician professional titles.

"You can, but others think they can't — that's useless too."

"Look at it openly, just do surgeries well..." Yuan Weihong said.

Everyone has their own aspirations.

Fang Ziye didn't say anything more after that!

However, when the day's surgeries ended and Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong came to the department, they saw Professor Deng Yong and Professor Han Yuanxiao.

Professor Han Yuanxiao originally planned to return in December, but to be thorough, to give Yuan Weihong face, and to give himself a buffer, he planned to enter the department together in January next year, after Professor Gong Jiahe took over as Ward Director.

But today, both appeared in the department at the same time!

Associate Professor Peng Long had previously followed Han Yuanxiao; seeing the two, Peng Long didn't feel particularly guilty, but welcomed them very enthusiastically.

Yuan Weihong beside Fang Ziye didn't pretend to avoid them either; seeing the two professors, he also leaned over.

Fang Ziye just stood still slightly.

"Fang Ziye, don't just stand there!" Deng Yong turned his head to glance at Fang Ziye, and everyone sidestepped toward the Director's Office.

Fang Ziye stepped forward to follow; after entering, as the person with the least seniority, he started boiling water and pouring tea.

After Han Yuanxiao closed the door, Deng Yong's cursing rang out: "I'm saying, this Peng Long, you're a good handful of years old, how can you still be calculated against by such tactics?"

"Can't you see, they're fundamentally targeting Fang Ziye?"

Peng Long said in a low voice: "Teacher Deng, Teacher Han, I didn't think that much at the beginning."

"Besides, normal resignation and changing units — isn't that very normal?"

Deng Yong knocked on the door: "It's normal, then we don't care about you now, you handle your own life and death, can you handle it?"

"Is the Administrative Deputy Director of Zhejiang University Second Hospital's Trauma Surgery so easy to be?"

"You go grandly then?"

Fang Ziye was fetching water, not particularly clear on these matters; Han Yuanxiao, after closing the door, came to Fang Ziye's side and whispered a few words.

Fang Ziye's expression turned stern.

Zhejiang University Second Hospital already had a Comprehensive Trauma Center, and it was developing very rapidly.

Recently, they planned to establish a Limb Salvage Center, letting Peng Long go lead the Limb Salvage Center.

The contract had no issues, the treatment was also quite good.

If Peng Long did well himself, he could also reach the Chief Physician professional title as quickly as possible in the first echelon, all conveniences were given fully.

But there was a prerequisite condition: Peng Long had to do very well.

Before last month's annual meeting, someone had already contacted Peng Long; around the annual meeting, Peng Long had finalized conditions with Zhejiang University Second Hospital's people.

Recently, Peng Long had already started thinking about going through resignation procedures; then that side's people came to probe Peng Long again, asking if he could lure Fang Ziye away.

Peng Long said that definitely couldn't be lured; the other side said, if you can't lure him, you might not be able to handle the Limb Salvage Center.

Nominally it's a Limb Salvage Center, but actually it's a place similar to a High-ranking Official Ward that the Second Hospital established, not much direct connection with Emergency Trauma.

However, the other side still gave Peng Long a certain buffer time.

The contract was signed, but when signing, they would write such a sentence: if due to personal ability problems, unable to perform duties, the unit can unilaterally terminate the contract.

Even 'Talent Introduction' is the same.

Peng Long is now stuck right here.

The Limb Salvage Center is fine, doing limb salvage surgery is also fine, but what nature of ward the Limb Salvage Center is, isn't something Peng Long can unilaterally decide.

Peng Long said calmly: "Teacher Deng, Teacher Han, it's fine, even if I'm trapped, brushed out, that's also my own fault."

As an adult, Peng Long naturally has to be responsible for his own choices and actions.

Can't handle it, then get 'exiled' as a free agent — that's also Peng Long's own doing.

Deng Yong bared his teeth: "Right? You Peng Long are carefree, leaving generously."

"But have you thought, if you leave like this, what about our department? What about your group?"

Deng Yong, as the former Orthopedics Administrative Chief Director, had already completed handover; although he didn't come to Trauma Surgery to take office, instead going to Bone Disease Department to hang around with 'Liu Huanglong', he also held personnel authority.

Resignation approval, besides the Ward Administrative Director, also needs the Specialized Administrative Chief Director and General Surgery Department Chief Director to sign.

The current General Surgery Administrative Chief Director is also Professor Gong Jiahe.

So, Deng Yong also received the OA notification.

On this issue, Peng Long had considered long ago: "Professor Deng, Professor Han, our hospital has abundant talent, my personal ability is average."

"Even if I leave, it won't cause any impact on the department."

Deng Yong cursed: "Do you not understand words? Now it's others wanting to dismantle our home?"

"This Limb Salvage Center, you going is sending your head."

"Now, you either breach contract with that side! Or bring people together over, or watch helplessly as you lose your job and need to find a new one."

"But people you definitely can't bring, you're not qualified enough!"

"What? Now even admitting defeat doesn't work?!" Deng Yong had already spoken very clearly.

We take a loss, pay some money and accept it, okay?

Although your Peng Long's departure doesn't affect Trauma Surgery much, the impact on your group is not small; wanting to find another person with equivalent ability would also take considerable effort.

Deng Yong had already given him a way out; whether Peng Long took it or not was Peng Long's own choice.

Peng Long lowered his head for a while, seemingly hesitant, seemingly wavering, but still shook his head resolutely: "Director Deng, Director Han, I understand what you mean."

"However, the trouble I stirred up myself, I'll bear it alone."

"No need for the department to worry."

Compared to continuing to waste time, Peng Long had made up his mind to go out and fight for it.

Anyway, he had the skills to fall back on; even if he couldn't go to Zhejiang University Second Hospital to run a Limb Salvage Center, he could go to a decent unit, carry out mangled extremity limb salvage surgery and functional reconstruction surgery, and wouldn't truly be unable to find a job.

Hearing this, Deng Yong's expression gradually calmed.

Peng Long's attitude was firm; this was no longer someone else screwing him over, but Peng Long himself feeling that staying at Zhongnan Hospital, his own development prospects were limited.

This was completely opposite to the thriving surface appearance of Zhongnan Hospital Trauma Surgery.

"Good! ~"

"Since your mind is made up, I won't persuade you anymore."

"Wishing Professor Peng a bright future." Deng Yong clasped his hands, took a deep breath, and narrowed his eyes.

"Our hospital's breach of contract penalty, you don't need to pay it either. I'll go to the hospital and talk to the Personnel Department." Deng Yong said.

"Thank you, Teacher Deng." Peng Long pushed open the door and walked out.

Han Yuanxiao hurriedly followed out.

This was his old subordinate; suddenly leaving, as the former supervising professor, he also had to go comfort him.

After the two left, Deng Yong sat down, pressed his brow, feeling inexplicably irritable.

Roughly half a minute later, Yuan Weihong whispered to Fang Ziye: "Tang Sai also resigned last month!"

"No way?" Fang Ziye felt astonished.

Associate Professor Tang Sai, in recent years has been the Orthopedics Department's Teaching Director! He's a seedling-level young generation in Joint Surgery who would soon be promoted to Chief Physician, his weight not less than Yuan Weihong in Trauma Surgery.

Professor Du Xinzhan valued him especially.

Because it was another specialty's personnel, Fang Ziye naturally couldn't pay attention that comprehensively; Fang Ziye wasn't idle, waiting around every day for gossip.

"What's not true about it?"

"Tang Sai went to the Provincial People's Hospital; he'll assume the post once this month ends." Yuan Weihong's tone held no expression.

Fang Ziye froze for a moment, asked: "Master, this wouldn't be some difficult problem Teacher Du gave you, would it?"

Fang Ziye had heard that during new and old director transitions, predecessors might give the incoming director a show of authority, so right at the handover, they'd leave some free courses.

First Tang Sai, now Peng Long; in two days, would there be resignation procedures from Bone Disease Department, Sports Medicine too?

Deng Yong shook his head: "This has nothing to do with Director Du."

"This is an inevitable situation specialty transitions will face."

"People with some ability won't be willing to stay subordinated; Tang Sai probably saw that Joint Surgery wouldn't be able to take over the baton for ten or twenty years, so he wasn't willing to stay."

"This kind of transition is actually scraping bone and cutting flesh, transplanting elsewhere; from ancient times to now it's always been so."

The two words 'sentiment', are the least valuable.

When it comes down to it, work is just a job, for feeding the family.

The most essential sentiment is curing disease and saving people; wherever you work, it's curing disease and saving people.

Discard this bottom-line sentiment, and all other sentiments aren't worth a penny.

Deng Yong added: "This kind of developmental separation syndrome has always been a pain point and difficulty; to resolve them, you can only rely on time to recuperate, or rely on opportunity to fill the gaps."

Deng Yong glanced at Fang Ziye, also smiling: "Of course, it's not your fault either."

Fang Ziye immediately understood Deng Yong's deepest implication.

Oh, alright!

Tang Sai's leaving, perhaps really does have a thousand threads of connection to myself.

Current Zhongnan Hospital, Fang Ziye in Trauma Surgery, directly takes off from the ground.

Bone Disease Department, that's even more standing firm and ascending.

Hand Surgery, Liu Huanglong sits steadily on the Fishing Terrace; even eating his old capital he can eat for twenty-plus years.

Sports Medicine Specialty, Fang Ziye also threw in some new research projects; it's just the previous Professor Du Xinzhan's Joint Surgery, Fang Ziye didn't scatter anything.

People with some discernment all know, in the coming decades, Orthopedics' sub-specialty structure will be displaced.

You have output, but your output can't compare to others', that's original sin!

Development not fast enough, is regression.

Rather be a chicken head, than a phoenix tail! ~

Peng Long's leaving is intra-specialty separation syndrome, Tang Sai's leaving is intra-orthopedics separation syndrome...

If Deng Yong weren't this director, then even if Tang Sai left, Fang Ziye might not react for a long time.

But now Deng Yong is right here, so Fang Ziye knew the news at the first time.

Fang Ziye asked again: "Master, before this, our Orthopedics resignation numbers weren't this many, right?"

"I remember it was just a Bone Disease Department teacher who resigned."

Zhongnan Hospital's establishment quota, how could it be given up that easily? Moreover, they're senior attending physicians and deputy chief physicians, the backbone of the specialty.

Deng Yong said: "Why don't you reflect on how old you are?"

"Nezha churned the sea, and only churned for one day!"

Fang Ziye: "..."

Deng Yong continued: "But no need to be this worried; people leave, people come."

"This class of good students coming for your reputation should be quite a few; you're right in Han City, the Doctor and Master's Student assessments this year are arranged together!"

"February, you come over and take a good look, best not to misjudge, letting the opportunity slip away."

(Chapter End)