Chapter 721

"Teacher Fang, someone's outside looking for you." While Fang Ziye, Deng Yong, and Yuan Weihong were discussing plans for "the next few months" in the office, a shout from the duty fellow trainee came from outside the Director's Office door.

"Someone else coming to make an appointment to see you?" Deng Yong raised his wristwatch; the time was already pointing to 5:59 PM.

Fang Ziye's outpatient volume was limited, but some people still found another way: after surgery ended on weekdays, they would come through acquaintances at this hospital for introductions.

Fang Ziye accepted some and refused others, as it wasn't good to refuse everyone.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "No? Yesterday I declined an invitation from Brother Zhong Yewei of Hepatobiliary Surgery."

Fang Ziye didn't exchange pleasantries or reports with the two teachers; he just walked straight out.

Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong both didn't stand up. Although Deng Yong was now the Orthopedics Administrative Chief Director, he wasn't the Director of Hand Surgery, so he often hung out in the Trauma Surgery Director's Office eating and drinking for free.

As soon as Fang Ziye stepped out the door, he saw Auntie Ruan Qiutao and Liu Gaobo. This time Liu Gaobo was in even better spirits, walking straight over wearing a waist support.

This time Liu Xia didn't come along; she was still in university.

"Uncle Liu, Auntie Ruan? You're a week late this month?" Fang Ziye greeted them with a smile.

Normally, Liu Gaobo should have come for a follow-up at the beginning of the month, but it was already the 11th.

"Mm, there were some things at home that held us up."

"After the previous two rounds of chemotherapy, Professor Du said my recovery is going very well! ~" Liu Gaobo said with a smile.

"So they allowed me to walk over wearing a waist support. I just wanted to come thank Professor Fang in person."

Fang Ziye hurriedly put on his name badge and walked toward the office: "Come on, Uncle Liu, let's go look at your follow-up films."

The hospital now had a digital system; as long as there was a medical record number, one could view all of the patient's past and current visit records.

Liu Gaobo and Ruan Qiutao didn't stand on ceremony; they first followed Fang Ziye to the Doctor's Office.

After looking, Fang Ziye nodded: "Uncle Liu, your physical condition is quite good. After the ca cells were blocked and died off, the bone tissue cells' self-regenerative ability is very strong."

"Maybe it's because I used to do hard labor; my physical quality is still decent, right?"

"I didn't feel anything uncomfortable before either. If it weren't for the routine physical exam, I wouldn't have known I grew this thing."

"But I heard Professor Du say that this new chemotherapy regimen is very good. If the tumor cells can be completely eradicated, not only can surgery be avoided, but there won't be too much impact on the follow-up either."

"It's equivalent to just doing a small puncture incision technique, right? It won't affect bodily health or anything like that?"

"This tumor isn't poisonous, is it?" Only now did Liu Gaobo dare to face his condition directly, speaking the word "tumor" outright.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye laughed: "Uncle Liu, you're not medical practitioners, so you don't understand the nature of tumors very clearly."

"Tumor cells, by definition, are abnormally proliferating tissue. The harm they bring is not toxic damage."

"Rather, after growing wildly, they cause local compressive space-occupying lesions, and internal and external secretions increase, causing abnormalities in hormones and such within the body."

"The things it secretes are all normal substances within our bodies. How could they be poisonous?"

"Of course, toxicity depends on dosage. If normal hormones are too much or too little, they will cause harm to the human body."

"If the tumor tissue isn't treated and undergoes unlimited proliferation, it will cause a consumptive disease, absorbing all the energy to feed its growth..."

"To put it figuratively, it's like a monster that eats a lot and is also very strong."

"If the big pot of rice in the canteen is eaten by him alone, one of him can eat a hundred people's share."

"But the amount of food in the canteen is limited. If you don't deal with this monster, everyone will starve to death. Kill it, and it's fine."

"Of course, capturing it and killing it requires particular methods."

"Traditional chemotherapy is like putting medicine in the canteen; everyone who eats eats it together. But this medicine also has significant toxic side effects on people..."

"The microcirculation interruption chemotherapy we're doing is like pinpointing that this monster is between two people. Its basic principle is like this..."

Since Liu Gaobo himself was no longer so afraid of his condition, Fang Ziye simply made an analogy.

Liu Gaobo nodded: "That's true. Even if poisoning one sacrificial burial victim doesn't affect the overall situation. Anyway, we have so many cells in our bodies; normally many die every day."

"My bed management doctor has told me many times..."

"Professor Fang, why haven't you come to the Bone Disease Department for so long? I heard patients from the Bone Disease Department say they haven't seen you come over in a long time."

Fang Ziye closed the computer system: "Oh, Professor Du and the others' technical level and professionalism are actually much better than mine. Why would I go over there?"

"And there are other things to be busy with in the department. We're about to open the new campus, and by then I'll have to go to the new campus."

"But Uncle Liu, you don't need to specially go to the new campus. Just continue your chemotherapy and follow-up here."

"According to estimates, after you do about four courses of chemotherapy, you can enter the final surgery stage. However, Uncle Liu, your situation will be relatively better, and the chemotherapy effect is very precise."

"So surgery might not be needed. Just local cryoembolism will do, and then use bone cement to support the vertebral body of the lumbar spine. This is also a small surgery."

Only now did Ruan Qiutao speak: "Thank you, Professor Fang, for troubling yourself."

"It's nothing, it's nothing. Professor Du Yingshan put in more effort. You should thank him more." Fang Ziye replied hurriedly.

Ruan Qiutao said: "Professor Du only privately told us this time that my husband's current situation—Professor Fang, the microcirculation instrument you operate is different in surgical quality from what others operate."

"The reason my husband's chemotherapy can be precisely positioned and the surgery operation is also closely related. This is called precise positioning."

"This might be the next hot development direction and a research project that needs to be conquered in bone tumors..."

"Professor Fang, with your technology, you should actually go to the Bone Tumor Department more! ~" Ruan Qiutao made a suggestion.

However, after all, her relationship with Fang Ziye was somewhat special, and she hurriedly added: "This is just my personal opinion. Professor Fang, you're an expert in the industry, so you definitely understand better than us."

"I've mainly seen too many patient friends, so I was moved to speak."

Fang Ziye nodded and said: "Auntie Ruan, actually, the division of labor in our Orthopedics Department is relatively clear."

"Of course, after the new campus is established next month and we move there, I will also accept some bone tumor patients..."

Ruan Qiutao hurriedly asked instead: "Professor Fang, is it convenient for us to introduce some patients over?"

"After your Uncle Liu got sick, he also met quite a few patient friends. They know your Uncle Liu can recover without resection surgery, and they actually look forward to coming to Han City for treatment."

"Some of them even came over to inquire, but came full of hope and returned disappointed."

"This time we also inquired for quite a while before learning the actual situation from Professor Du Yingshan."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's eyes flickered, and he said: "Auntie Ruan, actually, you bringing up this matter—I should not refuse it."

"But, transferring from Sha City to Han City is indeed very tiring. It not only increases the patient's financial burden but also requires enduring the hardship of travel and many inconveniences."

"The Xiangya hospitals in Sha City and the Tumor Hospital there have decent treatment standards too; there's actually no need to specially transfer to Han City."

"And! ~"

"After all, Uncle Liu was previously hospitalized at Xiangya Third Hospital..." Fang Ziye knew some of Ruan Qiutao's intentions, but it wasn't appropriate to spell it out.

Surely someone had approached Ruan Qiutao, pulling strings.

But Fang Ziye couldn't just give Ruan Qiutao face and accept all the patients she recommended wholesale!

Even if she was Luo Tingzhu's mother.

Unless they were especially close, Fang Ziye would only "risk" stepping in; otherwise, if Ruan Qiutao was recommending patients for her own or Liu Gaobo's career path?

Then Fang Ziye could only leave this matter to Luo Tingzhu to handle.

"Professor Fang, what do you mean?" Ruan Qiutao heard the difficulty in Fang Ziye's voice.

Fang Ziye touched his nose: "Auntie, I was reckless in my youth and offended quite a few people; now I can only walk by the shore, and even a small movement will draw attention."

"So, if you want me to arrange someone?"

"That's definitely impossible."

"But if it's someone very close to you, I can think of other ways! ~" Fang Ziye answered truthfully.

Not being able to seek private hospitalization means not collecting benefits during the admission and discharge procedures, equivalent to Fang Ziye changing the shape of the trap others set for him.

It doesn't mean Fang Ziye can't go around asking people for his own relatives.

A transaction is a transaction, and face on the surface is face.

Transactions can continue, but face is used once and less once.

Hearing this, Liu Gaobo touched Ruan Qiutao with his hand, signaling her not to continue.

"Professor Fang, it's fine, I'll go back and tell my patient friends." Liu Gaobo responded actively.

"Thank you, Uncle Liu, for your understanding." Fang Ziye responded just as directly, with no room for tact.

Walking face relies on the face, walking connections relies on the gateways; the essence of the two is different.

To find Fang Ziye and have him sell his own face, such face, Liu Gaobo couldn't repay it, and thus couldn't ride this wind.

After all, he was nothing more than Luo Tingzhu's stepfather.

After politely seeing off Liu Gaobo and Ruan Qiutao, Fang Ziye's heart had no other ripples.

Selling face for Liu Gaobo is no problem.

But selling face for Liu Gaobo's advancement, Fang Ziye can't afford it, and there's no such necessity.

Fang Ziye's conversation with Liu Gaobo wasn't short; Yuan Weihong had already come out of the Director's Office.

"That big sister who just went out, she's Tingzhu's mother, right?" Yuan Weihong's voice was warm and moist.

"Mm, she's been hospitalized in the Bone Disease Department all along; the current effect is quite good, she can avoid the knife." Fang Ziye answered.

"That's quite good; I heard that in this situation, under our hospital's current assessment, there are only three cases."

Yuan Weihong poked Fang Ziye's nose: "You're hiding things again! ~"

"Can't blame me for hiding things if you haven't learned it clearly."

Fang Ziye strongly refuted, starting to pull open his white coat: "Master, I swear, I'm teaching with all my heart, pouring out my heart! ~"

"Go, go, go, why are you so mischievous now?" Yuan Weihong realized he and Fang Ziye were becoming increasingly casual, as if this wasn't his student but an old friend.

No way, Yuan Weihong's mind was full of 'National Treasure Doctor' legends now, so he kept wondering if Fang Ziye was holding back.

Fang Ziye threw a returning boomerang at Yuan Weihong: "Thank you, Master, for bestowing the first peach of our Master's School, your earnest teachings, every word a pearl and jade, I can't wait to..."

The passage that once moved Yuan Weihong to near tears had now become the greatest backstab; Yuan Weihong on the spot wanted to jump up and give Fang Ziye a big slap.

He raised his hand, but still couldn't bring it down.

He resentfully picked his nose: "I have two things to tell you."

"First thing, a very close old brother of mine is coming."

"Second thing, a very close old brother of yours is coming."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's eyes lit up immediately; this was finally a super good piece of news: "When are Senior Brother Sun and Big Brother Su Xiao arriving?"

Su Xiao was Deng Yong's first student, older than Yuan Weihong, already forty-three this year, young and promising, early on he became Director of Orthopedics at Three Gorges University Affiliated Hospital; who knows if he's now Deputy Dean!

As for Fang Ziye's very close old brother, that must be his entry guide, Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing; Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing was already a first-year doctoral student back then, forced by his own teacher to continue managing beds for a few more months, just to teach him.

"The application just went through, why are you in a hurry?" Yuan Weihong said.

"Expected to be next January."

"These two people are visiting doctors brought to your branch hospital; the other visiting quotas remain in our main hospital."

"Mm, these two separate quotas are yours alone; the hospital's Progress Office is very giving face."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's eyes rolled: "Master, you can assign Senior Brother Sun to me, right? What about Teacher Su Xiao?"

"You've helped Su Xiao before; now he's about to be nominated Deputy Dean! ~"

"Sending him to your place is just right; you can also have someone handy to use."

"Otherwise, where would I find a Deputy Chief Physician to bring for you?" Yuan Weihong's gaze was resentful.

Next month's administrative and personnel arrangements must be settled this month.

Peng Long suddenly resigned, leaving Yuan Weihong scrambling; previous plans all fell through, even the personnel arrangements within his own group had to be changed.

Associate Professors are not useless.

Fang Ziye fell silent for a while, thinking that just now Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong were discussing exactly who he should bring along.

Fang Ziye suggested: "Master, if it's a Fellow Trainee, I'll leave Tian Luo for you, and I'll take Jie Han."

"Is that okay?"

"Why don't you take Tian Luo and leave Jie Han for me?" Yuan Weihong countered.

"That's even better. Master, you should quickly accept Jie Han, this freak of a disciple." Fang Ziye found a way down the stairs and took it.

The reason he chose Jie Han was because Jie Han's overall professional level was not as good as Lan Tianluo's, and he was also very troublesome; this was settling for second best — he couldn't very well snatch someone from his own master.

"Go on, go on, if you're taking them, take them all! ~"

Yuan Weihong finished replying, saw Fang Ziye's gaze shifting uncertainly, and added in a low voice: "While your master still doesn't have a research group or a department, you'd better grab the advantage early."

"Once your master strikes out on his own, there won't be good deals like this for you anymore."

Yuan Weihong was telling the truth; he could be generous now because Fang Ziye had gotten ahead of him, so he was willing to hand over his own pile of students to Fang Ziye.

Otherwise, Fang Ziye wouldn't be able to take a single one of the two students.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye bared his white teeth, smiling with an utterly harmless look.

Yuan Weihong realized his posturing had failed; during this period when he himself had been leading a group and a department, if Fang Ziye hadn't come back, Trauma Surgery might not even be Trauma Surgery anymore.

He wanted to show off, and Fang Ziye gave him the chance to do so; anyway, in this regard, Fang Ziye had always been very face-giving.

In the end, Yuan Weihong couldn't hold it in himself.

Yuan Weihong hurriedly changed the subject back to business: "Peng Long left, our department is missing a Deputy Chief Physician. Do you think an internal promotion is better, or recruiting a new one with high salary?"

"Also, our Trauma Surgery's manpower is still too little. Next year we must ask the hospital for a batch of non-quota permissions."

So-called non-quota permissions means the department is extremely awesome, developing extremely fast, with huge talent demand, so no quota ceiling is set.

But it must be strictly selective — the kind where they'd rather reject everyone.

The activation of this recruitment mode has large fluctuations up and down, because the quota isn't fixed — they might not recruit a single person.

"Master, personnel matters — you and Teacher Deng discuss it, or you and Teacher Gong discuss it. I won't intervene."

"Too many voices make things more mixed and chaotic. I'm just a little minion who does the work; you must never ask me."

"I can't even retain my own people." Fang Ziye didn't take the bait.

"Liao Jia left too?" Yuan Weihong's brows furrowed slightly — this was probably Fang Ziye's biggest setback in recent years.

"He left, very cleanly, possibly the kind who won't return to the country." Fang Ziye nodded.

"Everyone has their own future and calculations."

"Meeting is fate; the world is always like this — people come, people go."

"Your master, back in the day, also had some good friends; now they're scattered to the four winds."

"You're lucky — so Jinhuan and Yuanpei both have ways to stay at the hospital, but?"

"Look around at the others in our department — which one isn't a lone tree in a single cohort?"

"Possibly even a lone tree in the entire master's lineage."

"Let me ask you — if later, neither Jie Han nor Lan Tianluo can stay at the hospital, what will your mood be?"

Yuan Weihong asked a heart-piercing question, and very objectively stated: "Fellow disciples' feelings are cultivated through interaction, not deepened just because you do more research projects together!!!"

"It's not only doing research that makes kindred spirits."

"The three great iron bonds of men — doing research together isn't one of them."

Yuan Weihong finished speaking and turned to leave.

Fang Ziye pursed his lips and smiled, took off his white coat, and went to the doctor's office.

These two words "life" are too simple, completely unable to describe life's experiences, but these two words "life" are also too philosophical — they suffice to summarize everything.

Ups and downs can only be its modifiers; they cannot change its essence as the core word.

……

Evening, video conference!

The three-up-three-down six-window mode became three-up-two-down.

The conference host initiator changed from Liao Jia to Nie Mingxian.

Everyone's expressions seemed perfectly normal.

Nie Mingxian said: "The second week results of the Phase II clinical trial have also come out one after another; the second chemo results for the first week chemo patients of the Phase I clinical trial have also gradually wrapped up……"

"The Phase II clinical trial results use an expanded cohort model; I've already received data feedback from some Magic Capital teachers on my end. Ziye, let's organize and send them to the group chat — we still need to look for outliers."

After Nie Mingxian finished, Lan Tianluo immediately followed up.

Fang Ziye hadn't spoken the whole time; after these people all finished their content, he tidied the tabletop: "My data hasn't been organized in time yet. I'll report to you tomorrow."

"It's not early now; New Year's Day is a travel peak. You'd best prepare the sanatorium research area handover in advance."

"Come early or buy your tickets early."

"Brother Nie, you stay at the sanatorium a while longer, then go back to Han City with Professor Li Yongjun!" Fang Ziye said.

Nie Mingxian nodded: "Okay."

"Also, recently I've already asked friends to inquire who in the industry has good animal experiment results."

"Liao Ge has his own autonomous choice; we all respect his choice, but the vacant position left hanging — we have no time to prop it up, so we can only recruit another team."

"Also, Brother Nie, remember to apply for the Associate Professor filing recently. Our Trauma Surgery's next Associate Professor promotion quota is for you."

"The Professional Deputy Chief Physician quota goes to Zhang Zixi and Qin Geluo."

"This year our Trauma Surgery exclusively occupies one quota — it's the extra one from our Surgical System; the hospital gave it directly to our Trauma Surgery."

Hearing this, Nie Mingxian's brows first tightened, then he quickly shook his head: "I don't do teaching; what use is an Associate Professor title to me?"

"Give this to Nie Xuehua, older brother; he's been an Attending Physician this long, lacks Professional Deputy Chief resources — give him a Teaching Deputy Chief, he can get more subsidies too."

"I've also heard things about Zhongnan Hospital Trauma Surgery! ~"

Fang Ziye froze: "You have an informant here?"

Luo Tingzhu also looked at Nie Mingxian curiously.

Nie Mingxian said: "Did you forget what identity my wife has? She's a hospital Associate Professor, after all; if she watches a department, there aren't many blind spots in information."

"Ziye, I'll also give you a heads-up."

"Before the Trauma Vascular Center is established, I won't easily return to Zhongnan Hospital to practice professionally! ~"

"This is the bottom line my teacher and I discussed, so?"

"You don't need to worry about me, the Yangyuan will be responsible for my promotion."

Nie Mingxian has his own path to choose.

"That's enough, the rest of you four handle the handover privately, I'm leaving first." Nie Mingxian waved his hand with a smile and hung up the video conference.

Nie Mingxian was the host; once he hung up, the meeting disbanded.

The four could only switch to a group video call.

After reopening the video, Fang Ziye asked: "Tingzhu, what did the other professors at the Yangyuan say? Can Hu Qingyuan and them still stay in the Research Area?"

"Those few, if there are no special circumstances, I temporarily don't plan to move them."

Lan Tianluo said: "Senior Brother, you're really underestimating your seniority."

"The Yangyuan has always kept your position; you placing a few students here is what puts them at ease."

"It's just that right now, your Research Assistant's position isn't so easy to keep."

"Originally, I thought she and Hu Qingyuan had something going, but Hu Qingyuan seems to look down on her a bit."

Fang Ziye's Research Assistant is Han Jingyi.

Fang Ziye said: "Originally the two weren't on the same level anyway."

"I never matchmake this kind of mandarin duck pairing; it's just you guys messing around over there."

Hu Qingyuan, someone who can get recommended exemption just by playing around, earns money gaming and streaming — how could he look up to someone like Han Jingyi who's currently under Fang Ziye?

If Han Jingyi didn't have the identity of Fang Ziye's Research Assistant, Hu Qingyuan might temporarily get together with her for fun, but she is his teacher's Research Assistant after all — how willful would Hu Qingyuan have to be to play around with his own teacher's Research Assistant?

Jie Han listened and replied: "Senior Brother, I plan to take a short break for a while to catch up on clinical operations."

"Good! ~"

"Should catch up on clinical operations too." Fang Ziye nodded in agreement.

Fang Ziye finally looked at Luo Tingzhu; Luo Tingzhu said: "Senior Brother, I'll come back after finishing my current research project."

"Just in time to do a simple thesis proposal for my postdoctoral project."

"Otherwise I took the money but did nothing, I'm afraid the Hospital will give me trouble."

Those entering the Postdoctoral Mobile Station also need to defend upon exit; although there's no degree certificate, the Hospital pays the money.

With no relevant output or results, it's hard to account for it.

And the Postdoctoral Mobile Station subsidy isn't less than the Hospital's new doctors, even more.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye said: "Tingzhu, what I mean is, why don't you not come back for now. The Yangyuan side."

"Senior Brother, let's talk privately." Luo Tingzhu rarely took the initiative to interrupt Fang Ziye.

Lan Tianluo understood: "Ah ha, it's not early, I have to go report, you guys chat slowly."

Jie Han: "Senior Brother, Senior Sister, I need to rest too."

At once, the group video chat turned into a private chat.

The group video chat only shows status; if no one joins, others can't hear the content.

Only then did Luo Tingzhu say: "Senior Brother, although the Yangyuan's resources are better, even without the resource accumulation here, I should still be able to have pretty good development."

"I've already stayed nearly four extra months, I've thought it through very clearly."

"I don't want long-distance! ~" This time, Luo Tingzhu had very much her own mind.

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu have been long-distance more than once.

Before it was an international long-distance relationship from going abroad; then they finally got together in Enshi, but Han Yuanxiao at Zhongnan Hospital had issues, Fang Ziye returned from Enshi to Han City, and the two were long-distance again.

Luo Tingzhu certainly discussed the future and development with Fang Ziye, their respective ideas.

But after experiencing it personally, each made their own choice.

Fang Ziye then said: "Tingzhu, mainly you always follow me running around, I feel very guilty... and... aren't you always someone with your own ideas..."

Luo Tingzhu wants to be the Anesthesiology Department's benchmark, to reconstruct the anesthesia anatomy foundation model — this isn't something a general unit can support.

"I do have my own ideas; I've analyzed carefully, I can do it, and don't necessarily have to rely completely on the Yangyuan."

"Admittedly, the atmosphere here is better, resources more ample."

"But Senior Brother, I can't possibly stay in the Yangyuan for a lifetime."

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Tingzhu, words don't need to be this absolute; in this world, there aren't that many absolute impossibilities."

"For me personally, you're very good in the Yangyuan — clinical has clinical, research has research, few medical disputes, not little income, good research atmosphere! ~"

"Relatively speaking, it suits you best."

"More importantly, every disease type's anesthesia is very challenging." Fang Ziye was also analyzing very objectively.

Luo Tingzhu fell silent for a moment upon hearing this.

Compared to Zhongnan Hospital, the Yangyuan's anesthesia is clearly more interesting!

Fang Ziye said: "Tingzhu, you think I want us to be long-distance?"

"Just I feel there's really no need to rush this short while."

"After Spring Festival, we'll get engaged, then married; after the wedding leave, Han City's Surgical Convalescent Ward will be built."

"Where else would your Anesthesiology Department move if not here?"

"You coming from Enshi Yangyuan makes you an Elder; if you leave now, when you're transferred back in later, you'll be a new recruit."

"Three months! ~"

"Just three months." Fang Ziye made an OK gesture to Luo Tingzhu.

This isn't Luo Tingzhu being petty or too clingy; it's that Luo Tingzhu truly has a fully willful retreat route.

Fang Ziye actually has one too, but Fang Ziye isn't that impulsive to just put down Zhongnan Hospital, or give up the Yangyuan.

Luo Tingzhu fell silent, then smiled at Fang Ziye and said with a hint of grievance, "Senior Brother, but I missed you."

This was a maidenly side Luo Tingzhu rarely showed; at this moment, she was no longer an iceberg, no longer a genius girl who kept strangers at bay, but simply a passionately in-love girl waiting for her boyfriend to pamper her.

"You don't actually miss me; it's that you yourself haven't gotten over your knot, you feel you wronged me, so you want to come keep me company."

"This is a guilty conscience, a psychology of apology and compensation, not a calculation after deep consideration."

"You may not be able to see it, but I cannot turn a blind eye."

"We see each other plenty too; you can come find me on weekends, Han City isn't all that far from Enshi..."

Hearing this, Luo Tingzhu gradually calmed down, though her gaze was a bit unfocused; she probably hadn't fully come out of it yet.

After all, Liao Jia's departure also made her very unaccustomed.

Nie Mingxian, in the lab, called out "Lao Nie" incorrectly many times.

Lan Tianluo and Jie Han would also occasionally say, "Call Liao Ge."

Even she herself subconsciously dialed Liao Jia's number at least three times.

That wasn't a simple friendship, but partners, a research team, recognized core members, a truly inseparable part of the team.

Finding a person with this kind of technique is extremely difficult.

Basically everyone is stuck very tight.

If not for the Xiang Cai factor, Liao Jia would have left at least two months later, and those two months would have been enough for the team to accomplish a great deal more.

"Really, don't have a guilty conscience." Fang Ziye stretched out his hand.

"Okay!" Luo Tingzhu nodded again.

The next day, Friday.

During handover, many people's gazes involuntarily glanced toward Peng Long.

There are no impenetrable walls in this world; Peng Long's sudden resignation affected not only the Trauma Surgery structure, but also dealt a significant blow to some PhDs and Master's students.

Even a dignified Zhongnan Hospital Associate Professor would resign; then what are they fighting for hospital retention? What is the PhD they're fighting for?

However, today's main theme isn't the matter of Peng Long's resignation.

Friday is the last working day.

Yuan Weihong is currently still the Administrative Director; after handover ended, he said, "Once December passes, our hospital's second-half-year specialty inpatient turnover rate, length of stay, and other data results will come out."

"Compared to the first half, our department's new surgery proportion has slightly increased, but the increase is not large."

"There are many factors involved; Professor Deng and Professor Han's temporary transfers have had a very large impact on our surgery structure."

"But fortunately, Teacher Gong Jiahe came to our hospital to help out in the second half, which kept our data from looking terrible compared to the first half."

"Regarding the latter half of this month, I have several ideas."

"That is, centering on Teacher Gong, conduct more teaching surgeries, carry out teaching classes large and small in the Training Room, and conduct more teaching ward rounds."

"Let our hospital's Master's students, PhDs, and Ben Yuan physicians all have sufficient clinical participation, cultivate a surgical atmosphere."

"At the same time, our Trauma Surgery's basic research progress is also quite rapid; according to inside word, our Trauma Surgery's basic research output ranks first in Orthopedics this year."

"Second only to the Tumor Department."

"Why it's second to the Tumor Department, everyone knows the reason; I won't analyze further."

"The core of our work is still clinical; do clinical surgeries well, receive clinical patients well."

"So, here, I still have to criticize two people."

"First, Follow-up Resident Cao Nong, lax supervision! Leading to two medical order errors appearing this week."

"This is an unforgivable error, and an error that should not appear in our department."

"Second, Chief Resident Jin Hongzhou."

"Jin Hongzhou, the training work for Resident Physicians still needs to be strengthened to a certain degree!"

Yuan Weihong didn't go trouble the Bed Management doctors, simply pinning the responsibility on the Chief Resident and Follow-up Resident.

At this moment, a small Master's student standing on the periphery lowered his head very nervously, trembling with fear.

Jin Hongzhou immediately took the blame: "Okay, Director Yuan, I will definitely strengthen the training of Bed Management doctors on preoperative and postoperative orders from now on."

Yuan Weihong immediately brushed past the topic, hands propping his chin: "Of course, there's also a rather important matter to announce."

"That is, this year's Doctoral Supervisor and Master's Supervisor application work has already begun!"

"Teacher Gong, you need to apply too; I'll have Li Yuanpei organize the materials then, you just sign."

Gong Jiahe didn't bring his own graduate students, after all the schools are different.

So here Gong Jiahe has no helpers.

Hearing this, Vice Professor Chen Fang immediately replied: "Director Yuan, Teacher Gong's application forms, I've already printed, signed, and submitted."

The notice came out the day before yesterday at noon; Chen Fang completed the procedures yesterday; this is also serving extremely well.

No way around it; this is the charisma of a National Treasure Doctor big shot.

"Submitted is fine; I was just afraid a misunderstanding might arise later." Yuan Weihong replied.

"Nothing else; does Teacher Gong have anything to say?" Yuan Weihong handed the topic to Gong Jiahe.

Gong Jiahe heard this, cleared his throat: "Director Yuan, today there really is a bit of a matter."

"Teacher Gong, you speak." Yuan Weihong's expression was very serious.

Gong Jiahe has always been very low-key; since he has something to say today, it likely won't be a small matter.

"Someone asked me if there are job openings here."

"Originally I planned to say it privately, but since the atmosphere has reached this point, I won't hide it."

"Is our hospital's recruitment announcement released uniformly by the hospital, or can the specialty apply on its own?" Gong Jiahe's tone was very serious.

Uniform release by the hospital means tallying the specialty's demand quantity, compiling it into a table.

Specialty self-application is special treatment for special times; recruitment announcements can be issued anytime.

Peng Long was instantly awkward upon hearing this! ~

He turned his head in shock to look towards Professor Gong Jiahe's direction.

Yuan Weihong was also a bit at a loss for words.

At this time, Yuan Weihong suddenly realized that Professor Gong Jiahe, as a top-tier big professor nationwide, recruiting several people was like child's play for him.

He might even be able to pull one or two professors over without any trouble.

Perhaps if Peng Long hadn't mentioned resignation, Gong Jiahe would have found it hard to speak up, but with this opening, it was precisely the opportunity for Gong Jiahe to act.

Gong Jiahe is stating his stance.

Damn it, from now on I'm a member of Trauma Surgery; those who want to leave, those who are resentful, hurry up and leave, however many leave I'll recruit that many.

Whoever loves to throw a temper at Yuan Weihong I can't control, but absolutely don't throw a temper at me.

Yuan Weihong originally wanted to give Peng Long another chance to change his mind.

But now, Professor Gong Jiahe stepped forward directly and blocked off Peng Long's retreat route.

This is Gong Jiahe's way of establishing authority!

Very tactful, but also very firm.

Yuan Weihong hurriedly replied: "Professor Gong, everything is fine."

"The people you recommend, the Hospital can give a dedicated channel! ~"

Every Hospital has a year-round Premium Channel with no deadline, called Super Talent Introduction, with even better specs than the Talent Introduction Fang Ziye and other Doctors can get.

"Mm, then it's settled."

"Trouble Director Yuan to mention it to the Personnel Department then." Gong Jiahe's voice was neither cold nor bland.

Gong Jiahe had been at the Hospital for several months, all very low-key, only doing his own duty.

Except today.

Why would it be today, rather than yesterday?

That shouldn't be asked of Gong Jiahe, should ask Peng Long.

All of Peng Long's room for maneuver and retreat routes were gone; Gong Jiahe directly dug up the ground behind Peng Long!

"Then Professor Gong, shall we start Ward Round? Send off Monday's Surgery at the same time?" Yuan Weihong's voice was a bit fawning.

"Mm, good! ~" Gong Jiahe nodded.

Everyone stood up, Gong Jiahe went straight away.

Yuan Weihong and the others involuntarily glanced towards Fang Ziye's direction; Fang Ziye spread his hands innocently, eyes full of innocence.

Today's matter has nothing to do with me?

Someone comes, someone goes.

Someone goes, someone must come; since you said you want to leave, sometimes you just have to leave...

Adults must be responsible for their own actions, even if it's just losing their temper.

(Chapter End)