Chapter 732

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

"Hmm, I can understand your feelings, and I also understand the feelings of my seniors — that is, the other professors you mentioned."

Fang Ziye spoke seriously again: "What you said isn't wrong either; perhaps if you had stated your medical history from the start, or if today were my outpatient clinic hours, I still wouldn't have been able to spare this much time to listen to you pour out your heart."

"But the key question is: what is your own demand?"

"How complex your situation is needs no further elaboration from me; you should have a clear idea in your own heart."

As Fang Ziye spoke, he saw the expressions of the middle-aged couple flickering uncertainly; Fang Ziye's heart turned cold, and he pointed it out even more directly: "More precisely, what kind of outcome do you want the treatment to achieve?"

"Treatment is a mutual process; you have your expected goals, I have my capability assessment — if the two can match perfectly, then we discuss follow-up treatment; if they are far apart, then we part ways."

The middle-aged man's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his voice somewhat hoarse: "Professor Fang, you are the doctor — surely it's for you to say what kind of outcome my condition can be treated to?"

Fang Ziye shook his head, refusing to fall into that trap: "If you make me speak, and I just say I can't treat it, what can you do about me?"

"I believe you should have already been to major hospitals across the country."

The other party's family background was good, so their demands would certainly be quite high; Fang Ziye reckoned that although he had ways to restore some of the other party's function, he also dared not make promises lightly.

The fundamental source of medical disputes lies in patients' efficacy expectations exceeding the medical level that doctors can provide.

Seeking medical treatment is similar to a buying-and-selling process, yet also different from a buying-and-selling process.

Because once the hammer falls, there is no such thing as a return; Fang Ziye also cannot restore them to their pre-treatment state.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man was still struggling; he glanced at his wife, then said: "Can, can he stand up and walk a few steps?"

"Even if it's only a few steps, that's fine."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, looking at Fang Ziye with extreme nervousness.

For many people, walking a few steps is not an extravagant wish.

Being able to walk only a few steps, for 9,999 out of 10,000 people, is a kind of torture.

But this kind of activity, for the middle-aged man before him, is also an extravagant wish.

Only when paralyzed does one know the freedom of natural walking; only when bedridden does one know how happy it is to stand up.

"More precisely, you don't need to be afraid."

"For your own health, for your own expectations, just speak as boldly as you can. If I think there's hope, I'll go along with your wish; if I think I can't do it, you can still seek another expert." Fang Ziye continued to reach out his hand.

At this point, Fang Ziye also somewhat understood why this middle-aged man would go buy a 'scalper ticket'!

His family wasn't short of money; to him, even a few dozen yuan registration fee and two or three thousand yuan weren't much different.

The middle-aged man only wanted a relatively better life.

"Then what about going to the toilet? Using a cane is fine too!" The middle-aged man said boldly.

Fang Ziye waited patiently, waited another five seconds without the middle-aged man speaking again, then said: "No other wishes to make?"

Fang Ziye relatively cruelly used the word 'make a wish'.

The word 'wish' is relative; take finding a partner — if a girl has good education, job, and income, at a level of 20,000 yuan monthly salary, and she asks for a partner with 20,000 yuan monthly salary and equivalent education, that's normal dating.

The reverse is the same.

But if she herself earns 3,000 a month and wants to find someone earning 20,000, that's purely making a wish; it's not that no one succeeds at wishing, but the probability is after all too small, like fishing for a needle in the ocean.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man lowered his head: "Professor Fang, you say it then; at least you haven't stated right now that I completely can't be treated — whatever you say it can be like, that's how it'll be."

Once you've gone into the water, you don't mind going into the sea.

People who have waited on the shore, then drifted in wind and waves for a long time, all hope to once again set foot on solid ground.

People swept into the torrent, having grabbed onto something, just hope to hold on tight, seeking a thread of survival...

The former Fang Ziye perhaps couldn't especially empathize with such people, but having seen many, Fang Ziye gradually understood.

Some suffering has nothing to do with life and death; if life and death are simple and clean, they're actually not painful — rather, it's the living who suffer.

"Currently, our Orthopedics Department's indications for functional reconstruction surgery are limited to peripheral nerve injury, muscle contracture, muscle atrophy, local adhesions, and other localized disease types."

"Your situation belongs to spinal cord complete paralysis. At present, there is no clinical team or basic research team with a relatively good treatment plan."

"So, the demands you've raised — to those patients who come for treatment outside — belong to instinct, belong to what they can do right now."

"But all their instincts, for you, are actually very difficult to achieve."

"I believe you, and I also know some patient friends with the same situation as you; some of them may have encountered even more painful experiences than yours."

"For example, urinary and fecal incontinence; for example, pressure sores and infections caused by paralysis..." Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye's voice was not loud; the woman beside the man had already covered her mouth. Although no crying sound burst out, her eyes were red, hot tears seeping into her palms.

The middle-aged man, eyes red, hesitated for a long while before saying: "Compared to some patient friends, I'm still relatively young, so can I ask for a bit more luxury?"

"I want to watch my children grow up."

"I'm only in my forties; this half of my life, though I don't benchmark myself on how many good deeds I've done, I've never done bad things; parents are good, wife is good, children are good, career is also smooth."

"How did it suddenly—"

The middle-aged man realized he was starting to say nonsense, so he simply added one more sentence: "Perhaps this is the retribution for my half-life of happiness."

"My first half of life was too smooth; although my family background was ordinary, I had a loving father and mother; my wife is my high school classmate, my first love, and has accompanied me through thick and thin."

"But we only suffered for one year; after university graduation, I started a business with 30,000 yuan and succeeded."

The woman by now had stopped crying, and was silently wiping the man's faint tear stains with tissue.

Fang Ziye could tell this was a somewhat lucky 'ordinary person'; luck was better, hadn't walked any crooked paths, first love still there, relationship very good, harmonious family, savings, family, children, parents...

The man's emotional control was very good; he should be quite filial to his parents too, or rather, with his kind of experience, in his parents' eyes, it's quite an achievement.

Young and promising, returning home in glory, career successful, family blissful — all achieved; just now, it seems a bit like 'not meeting a good end'...

After both of them had slowly reined in their emotions, Fang Ziye took a breath and said, "I can understand your feelings very well."

"But the word 'health' has nothing to do with good or evil, nothing to do with generosity or stinginess, nothing to do with whether one is heroic or not, nothing to do with whether one is a hero or an ordinary person."

"Perhaps, standing from my angle, I can still pour a basin of cold water on you: there are people who have it more miserable than you, poorer family backgrounds than you, more extreme than you, and even less healthy than you."

"There aren't that many 'whys' for this..."

"Sudden ill health has nothing to do with past experiences. Currently, there are not many diseases for which a clear cause-and-effect relationship can be found."

"Arthritis is one; pulmonary fibrosis and lung cancer caused by smoking is one; silicosis is one..."

"Pursuing what the cause is now, whether it's fate or whatever, is no longer important."

"To tell the truth, you happened to come at a good time today; if I were very busy with surgery today, I definitely wouldn't have agreed to add you to the schedule on a weekday."

"Today is the second day our new ward has opened; our group happens to have no surgery schedule today, and tomorrow and the day after are the weekend."

The middle-aged man nodded: "I know, Professor Fang."

"Your number is very hard to get; there are also very many people seeking you for treatment; I also had people conduct on-site investigations."

The middle-aged man gave a thumbs up: "Regarding medical skill and character; in my heart you are top-tier; perhaps not the absolute best, but comprehensively speaking you are definitely first-rate."

Fang Ziye's medical ethics are definitely not the best; there are people with better moral benchmarks than Fang Ziye, but Fang Ziye's technique, in his cognition, is the best one.

"Thank you for your praise, but I am the doctor, you are the patient, so I still have to put the ugly words up front."

"As for your request, I can only say we can try!" Fang Ziye said.

"There is a certain chance, but it may also fail to meet your such high requirements. Moreover, you might also be the first batch of clinical trial subjects."

"Of course you can also wait."

The middle-aged man listened and smiled: "Professor Fang, do you really think I can still wait?"

The middle-aged man pulled up his trouser leg; his lower leg had already atrophied to nearly skin-and-bone, but he is a middle-aged male, so his skeleton is still relatively wide."

It could be seen that he was also a relatively sturdy person before."

Use it or lose it."

Generally speaking, the longer a paralyzed person drags it out, the harder it is to recover."

The middle-aged man's family circumstances can definitely afford a rehabilitation therapist; under the condition of regularly doing 'passive movement' rehabilitation, the middle-aged man's muscle atrophy still became like this."

If he continues to wait, perhaps what awaits him is death."

Having lost motor function, cardiopulmonary function is certainly gradually deteriorating, and this kind of exercise cannot be replaced by anything except autonomous activity."

"This is up to your wishes; the initiative is in your hands." Fang Ziye said."

He is not the first paraplegic patient Fang Ziye has encountered, nor is he the first paraplegic patient Fang Ziye has refused to treat."

After Fang Ziye opened his outpatient clinic, there were still many paraplegic patients who came to the clinic seeking treatment; their identities and experiences were even more 'weighty' than the middle-aged man's!"

Among them were no lack of 'heroes', well-known experts, entrepreneurs, company shareholders..."

But still no way; those who should be refused, Fang Ziye refused without giving any face at all."

At that time, if it couldn't be done, it couldn't be done! ~"

The middle-aged man, however, instantly pierced through his previous 'lie', saying: "Professor Fang, your meaning is that you now feel we have reached the stage where clinical trials can be conducted on our disease type?""

"We also have a chance?""

"'We'?" Fang Ziye pretended not to understand, looking at the middle-aged man with a half-smile, tearing off a layer of fig leaf."

The middle-aged man said he hadn't done bad things, but didn't say he was a very honest person; white lies are not some great treachery or evil."

The middle-aged man immediately bit his lower lip, but then nodded at once: "Professor Fang, looking at your expression, you must have guessed it too; it's us. Not just me alone.""

"Our little patient-friend circle actually comes to test their luck at your place every few days, Professor Fang.""

"If by chance we wait until it arrives, then more people will come to seek treatment from you, Professor Fang; of course, we will definitely seek treatment normally, queue normally.""

"Actually, not hiding it from you, Professor Fang, when you first started doing functional reconstruction surgery, I had only just joined the patient-friend group recently, only two years.""

"At that time I was forty-two; now I am forty-five...""

"Around me, there are not a few patient-friends who have recovered under you; only, more patient-friends have been pushed away and rejected by you one time after another.""

Fang Ziye said: "Maybe so?""

"But there's no way; in the past we were all young, after all; young people must admit their own insufficient capability.""

"Just because it couldn't be done before doesn't mean it can never be done; in the past I rejected you because my capability truly hadn't reached it.""

"You can't demand that an elementary school student must know how to do university math, right?""

"The current me actually has no certainty either; I can only say we can try.""

"Then you go handle the hospitalization appointment procedures, reserve a bed first.""

"But some words we may need to say clearly in advance; with your situation, pre-operation will delay for a very long time, post-operation hospitalization time will also be relatively long, and hospitalization costs will also be relatively high.""

"Comprehensively speaking, after reimbursement it might need around two hundred thousand.""

The middle-aged man was originally still somewhat nervous, but hearing the end, the middle-aged man instead said: "Professor Fang, if you can make me stand up, I'll directly give you two villas in Han City, and privately give you ten million consultation fee, no problem! ~""

"You issue me the admission certificate; I know the procedure." The middle-aged man had not the slightest hesitation."

The paralyzed patient-friend group has a big circle, and also some small circles."

Like him, paralyzed patient-friends with some social status, are in a small circle; therefore, they pay close attention to relevant treatment dynamics."

When Fang Ziye initially started doing functional reconstruction surgery, they actually already learned about it; there were also patient-friends in the group who shared many 'procedures'."

For example, 'try a try', signing, saying many 'maybes', etc."

But even if it's just a try, perhaps many patient-friends still came to Zhongnan Hospital without much hesitation."

Fang Ziye then smiled and said: "I'm just telling you the truth about medical expenses, because after all the patient groups I encounter are many! ~""

"Not everyone has wealth like yours; and the more cruel fact is, even if such treatment has already matured, even ten years from now, it's still a cost most families can't afford.""

"This has nothing to do with whether you give me villas or give me ten million; even if you gave them I wouldn't take them.""

The middle-aged man fell silent, and did not stand there speaking without backache saying that's others 'not trying hard enough' or whatever."

It's not that there aren't people who lie flat, but "earning money" and "success" — besides capability and effort — also require opportunity.

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he issued an admission certificate to the other party and said: "Your situation is rather special, so just go through the routine appointment for hospitalization and give us more time for research, alright."

"Don't go looking for connections to get admitted early anymore; slow work yields fine products."

"And don't tell your patient friends privately either — our early clinical trial capacity is limited; at the very beginning we'll only take two or three cases to try."

"If the therapeutic effect isn't good, we'll proactively stop this clinical project at any time."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's face changed drastically, but he quickly composed himself and said with a smile: "Professor Fang, if you proactively stop this clinical project, then those of us still alive really have no way out."

"In our group there's a professor from Peking Union Medical College Hospital who's been collecting relevant data; he says that currently, in all of Eastern Han, the only ones who might possibly obtain the qualifications to conduct a treatment trial for this disease type — besides a few old academicians — are you, Professor Fang, and Professor Liu Huanglong."

The middle-aged man's patient group is relatively high-end; they've done a lot of data collection, and the group members' identities and professions are quite comprehensive.

They also understand the clinical trial approval and review process relatively clearly.

Although currently the National Health Commission sets the admission standard for new surgical techniques at the associate senior title, some major, high-end techniques' admissions aren't really something ordinary associate seniors and chief physicians can apply for either.

The chief physicians and associate senior physicians of some prefecture-level city hospitals — even those of well-known teaching hospitals — if they want to perform new surgical techniques, aside from minor adjustments to surgical variants, are basically not approved at all.

Fang Ziye said: "That's still not all; it's that you understand it still not comprehensively enough."

"But this isn't important; surgery must first guarantee quality before pursuing quantity. Remember what I said."

"Don't put pressure on us; only slow work can produce fine products." Fang Ziye said.

"Thank you, Professor Fang; I'll go handle the hospitalization procedures right away."

"Thank you, Professor Fang." The middle-aged man also didn't bring up the matter of "gifts" again.

In business speak business, in politics speak politics; according to his understanding of Fang Ziye, if Fang Ziye were willing to go forward to a bright future now, he could squat in Jingdu and no one in the medical system — not even provincial-level bigwigs — would have any way to touch Fang Ziye.

As long as Fang Ziye prepares to serve that tiny, tiny, tiny handful of people well, no one can touch him.

Not serve immediately, just have the preparation to serve ready.

It's just that Fang Ziye seemingly didn't make that choice.

……

On the way to the operating room, Feng Junfeng followed closely behind Fang Ziye, like a clingy bug, just like Fang Ziye years ago following closely behind Yuan Weihong.

But unlike Yuan Weihong's eldest disciple who founded the school, Fang Ziye's "founding eldest disciple" Feng Junfeng's face at this moment looked gaunt and suffering, tongue pressed against his teeth: "Master, what exactly is this Qingyuan's background? How is he so weird?"

"Huh? How is he weird?" Fang Ziye generously took off his clothes, revealing his abs before starting to change into surgical scrubs.

For a surgeon, one's physique cannot be hidden from one's students.

"The operation was too good~" Feng Junfeng's eyebrows drooped, looking like he was crying but not crying.

"Even Tian Luo felt a bit… unable to hold back."

In Feng Junfeng's view, Lan Tianluo's surgical talent had already reached the peak, right? But what he hadn't expected was that Hu Qingyuan would actually be even more perverted than Lan Tianluo.

With a carefree attitude, he could still make people suspect life.

Fang Ziye heard this and smiled: "This actually involves aptitude compatibility; even with equal aptitude, each person's strengths and compatibility points differ quite a bit."

"Tian Luo is extremely excellent, but he merely likes medicine and isn't naturally compatible with medicine."

"Ah?" Feng Junfeng heard this and half his face went numb~

"Interest is interest, talent is talent; interest does not equal talent!" Fang Ziye said.

"Lan Tianluo merely likes medicine, but I feel his greatest strength actually isn't medicine; it's just that because he likes it and his own aptitude can support it, he appears unique."

"If I didn't give him decomposition analysis, his talent and Tingzhu's would be about the same level."

"But what about Hu Qingyuan?"

"His talent in surgical operation is uniquely first-rate; he just happened to play games first."

"And, Hu Qingyuan has been pent up by me for too long; currently he's in a 'abstinence period'!"

"Master, you look too." Feng Junfeng's eyes widened; halfway through speaking, his mouth was directly covered by Fang Ziye.

"I meant this meaning; whether you look or not isn't important."

"Damn it, everyone's been young." Fang Ziye doesn't benchmark his own "private life"; which young person hasn't given a few steps for their little junior brother to speak?

But there's also no need to say it in the operating room.

At any rate I'm your supervisor, you're my student.

Fang Ziye released Feng Junfeng, then collected his expression and started holding his neck high: "Talent is relatively fixed; aptitude can be improved; compatibility lies in the interplay between talent and aptitude."

"Feng Junfeng, what do you feel is your most compatible direction?"

Feng Junfeng listened in bewilderment, gave a foolish smile, and said: "Shout 666 for Master?"

Fang Ziye knew Feng Junfeng was indirectly saying his own "relative incompetence": "This is also capability and compatibility, but compared to bootlicking, you're far worse than Li Yuanpei and them."

"This track you can't play."

Feng Junfeng then drooped his head dejectedly: "Master, regarding data processing, compared to Senior Brother Tian Luo or Uncle-Master Tian Luo, I'm not even a fart."

"Regarding research direction discussion and control, compared to Brother Jie, I can't even touch the soles of his feet; regarding operational talent and progress speed, compared to Junior Brother, I'm so bad it's pathetic."

"Really can't pull out a single point."

In the most top-tier team, if your excellence isn't obvious, it's all the "original sin of inferiority"; is Feng Junfeng really that bad?

That's not true; although Han City University isn't that top-tier, and Han City University's clinical medicine isn't that top-tier either, Feng Junfeng can rely on his own ability to stand out among a crowd of master's students, beating Deng Yong's master's students and external master's students of his same class — that alone has already reached the upper reaches of the medical field's pyramid.

It's just that in the process of integrating into Fang Ziye's existing team, he appears to "have no sense of presence"~

"Now you feel relatively mediocre, right? So you're also in an 'abstinence period'~"

"This is my personal understanding: Hu Qingyuan's past was all too smooth; he could obtain almost everything others wanted without expending any effort."

"For example, a 985 undergraduate degree, for example, a guaranteed graduate school recommendation, for example, playing games, for example, spending money."

"But after joining my team, he's gone too long without short-term achievement incentives, so after returning from Enshi, he'll crazily want to regain that kind of 'sense of achievement'! Even if it's just some small achievements, small progress."

"With this desire as driving force, even if I don't intervene, he himself can progress quickly along with the team."

"As for you, Junfeng, Master also hasn't found your most compatible point yet; we'll have to search slowly."

"Put it all together, you can do anything, go anywhere—you're a truly versatile brick, at least for now."

Hearing this, Feng Junfeng felt a bit disappointed, yet also curious: "Then what about Yao-ge?"

The Yao-ge Feng Junfeng spoke of was Tian Yao, his own doctoral classmate.

"Tian Yao—I still don't understand him well enough. He's probably just upright in character; that's probably his greatest strength."

"He's suited to getting things done. Give him a task, and he'll find his own way to complete it." Fang Ziye replied cautiously.

When Fang Ziye was in Enshi, he had also joined their "Little Trio" team, so he had a rough grasp of his students.

Tian Yao had far fewer petty thoughts than Feng Junfeng; he was very honest, seemed to have no presence, yet was the one Fang Ziye felt most at ease with.

Hu Qingyuan had good talent and the strongest malleability; Fang Ziye placed the highest hopes on him, so he only gave him a direction, without arranging specific tasks or urging him on progress.

Feng Junfeng was closest to Fang Ziye, quite bold, and rather slick in his dealings—couldn't be called a top-tier social butterfly, but his capabilities were well-rounded.

Feng Junfeng had previously followed Associate Professor Peng Long, with relatively limited resources and poor research conditions; he had made it this far relying on talent alone.

The reason he wasn't particularly outstanding was that he hadn't found the most fitting point.

"Then Master, who do you like the most?" Feng Junfeng awaited the answer expectantly.

"None of them." After putting on his mask and cap, Fang Ziye walked up the stairs with his hands behind his back.

Feng Junfeng continued to follow at his heels, realizing he had said the wrong thing: "Master, I'm sorry—I wasn't trying to curry favor and show off."

"Hmm, go to the operating room first and see Professor Zeng's surgical atmosphere." Fang Ziye didn't pursue the matter further.

Yesterday, Professor Ceng Duoqin had invited Fang Ziye to the operating room, saying it was "guidance," but actually it was also letting Fang Ziye guide them a bit; more importantly, it was to let Fang Ziye know of Ceng Duoqin's presence.

He was showing Fang Ziye how he became Chief Physician in the Bone Disease Department, why he could become Chief Physician, and why the Bone Disease Department sent him over.

One purpose was to gain some teaching authority, and the other was to hope the two teams could find an opportunity to cooperate!

Moreover, some of the patients currently staying in Professor Ceng Duoqin's group had come specifically for Fang Ziye.

The puncture diagnosis procedure could be performed by Professor Ceng Duoqin's group, but in subsequent treatment, Fang Ziye must participate.

This was the patient's request before hospitalization, and Fang Ziye had promised, so he couldn't go back on his word.

The surgery volume arranged for the first day in the ward was quite high—seventeen punctures in total, with the schedules of both operating rooms fully packed.

Fang Ziye's arrival did not disturb any procedures, nor did it interrupt the puncture rhythm of Xu Gongming and Li Hanyao.

Professor Ceng Duoqin claimed to personally "perform puncture biopsies" in the operating room, but in fact, as the Chief Physician of the group, he was just plugging gaps and making up for deficiencies.

If the puncture process wasn't good enough, Ceng Duoqin would say a few words and then perform it himself; if the operation was acceptable and the puncture sampling had reached the standard, he would also offer a few words of praise.

Fang Ziye sent Feng Junfeng to help with disinfection and draping, to get familiar with Ceng Duoqin's students.

Ceng Duoqin, meanwhile, walked between the two operating rooms with Fang Ziye, inspecting like a big shot, and asked: "Ziye, between Gongming and Hanyao, whose puncture operation is better?"

Fang Ziye's eyelids fluttered twice, and he said nothing.

"You look down on both of them?" Ceng Duoqin tilted his head doubtfully.

"Sigh~" Fang Ziye sighed softly: "Professor Zeng, our Orthopedics Department's puncture technique is actually a basic skill fused with local debridement."

"The puncture techniques of Hepatobiliary Surgery and Vascular Surgery are considered the more orthodox puncture techniques."

Puncture technique and biopsy can be organically combined, but you carefully contemplate the fundamental definition of this puncture operation—one is "pierce," one is "stab," not just poke, okay...

Although the Bone Disease Department has puncture biopsy, compared to the puncture techniques of Sports Medicine, Vascular Surgery, and Hepatobiliary Surgery, it's just passable; it wouldn't be said that you did it wrong.

It truly couldn't be called extremely exquisite.

To be honest, in Fang Ziye's view, Level 3 and just-reached Level 4 puncture techniques were just chickens pecking at each other.

The Bone Disease Department's emphasis on puncture technique was similar to Trauma Surgery's emphasis on suturing technique—just enough to use was fine.

After all, the Bone Disease Department practiced puncture technique for diagnosis; Trauma Surgery practiced suturing to suture wounds, without needing to do especially exquisite functional reconstruction, transposition, and the like like Hand Surgery.

Now Trauma Surgery has restored the weight of suturing technique because the department is performing functional reconstruction surgery.

"Still, each specialty has its own expertise. I believe, Teacher Zeng, you all are great at this! —the division of lower limb segments, tissue-balanced debridement, and devitalized replantation." Fang Ziye naturally didn't dare to completely dismiss the Bone Disease Department.

Some operations the Bone Disease Department knows, Fang Ziye couldn't do quite so exquisitely, after all, he hasn't added any points yet.

The Bone Disease Department's single lower limb whole-bone bone tumor devitalized replantation surgery—looking at the entire medical circle—is also a super huge workload.

Ordinary surgeons don't even dare to think about it, let alone do it.

Every specialty and subspecialty has its own signature skill.

Ceng Duoqin said: "I actually hope that in the future, our department won't need to have such huge projects anymore."

"Full lower limb bone tumor devitalized replantation—the longest surgery time I've experienced was forty-three hours."

"Forty-three hours, three teams rotating shifts, not daring to stay in the toilet for long! ~" Ceng Duoqin said this himself and still felt a lingering fear.

Ever since it was discovered that oxen could plow fields, humans carrying iron plows to plow fields became history; to really do that would be needlessly suffering.

"Professor Zeng, we can't be that optimistic—bone tumors outside of long bones, the current microcirculation interruption method still can't handle them."

"For example, large bone tumors in the pelvis, for example, super-large bone tumors in long bone segments—these are all things the microcirculation interruption method can't handle." Fang Ziye shook his head.

"Being able to solve the others is also a kind of technological revolution, right?"

"After all, special tumor patients are just a minority group."

"Today's eighteen puncture patients—the elderly only account for six, twelve are all under eighteen years old."

"From the perspective of respecting the elderly, I hope those elders have a happy old age; from the perspective of blessing, I hope those children can all have a healthy next life." Ceng Duoqin put his palms together, not putting on a show.

"The most common way bone tumors metastasize is through blood supply, so, Ziye, this microcirculation interruption method is simply an extermination-level big killer in the process of bone tumor chemotherapy escape."

"Since chemotherapy rose in the eighties, the treatment of bone tumors and most tumors has risen; roughly seventy to eighty percent of patients have a fairly good prognosis."

"But twenty to thirty percent have a poor prognosis, which is also a very large group."

"Actually, the doctors in our department are also human; they aren't born cold."

"It's just that seeing too much and being powerless means they can only sever emotions and desires, making themselves inevitably cold and indifferent, to avoid a mental breakdown."

Fang Ziye remembered the "jokes" and "comments" he had seen: Alas, I have a heart that grieves for the world and pities people, but lack the ability to save all beings, so right now I can only hold the key to express my heartache.

"Teacher Zeng, I'm sorry! ~" Fang Ziye suddenly apologized.

Ceng Duoqin turned his head, his gaze doubtful.

"I suspected you all during that period," Fang Ziye said with a sincere gaze.

Ceng Duoqin realized Fang Ziye was referring to the time the Bone Disease Department wanted to send a professor to Trauma Surgery.

"Hey, it's just a misunderstanding, who hasn't had one?"

"Rumors and gossip—about you Fang Ziye, about me Ceng Duoqin, about our Orthopedics Professor Du Xinzhan; some say someone seeks fame and reputation, others say this and that."

"Often, people say that prejudice is a great mountain. But actually, from our perspective as medical practitioners, we should realize that the essence of prejudice is a kind of miniature cognitive impairment."

"Seeing too much of it makes it no big deal."

"Between life and death, it can be that long, or just a few years, or just a few months, or even a few minutes." Every professor has their own unique view of the world and of life.

This is their own cognitive surface expression.

So Fang Ziye could feel that other professors' techniques were 'relatively bad', yet he would not look down on any professor or associate professor.

……

Fang Ziye and Ceng Duoqin chatted very happily.

Previously they did not work in the same place, so naturally they didn't know each other well; Fang Ziye had no time to wander around the Bone Disease Department, and Ceng Duoqin wouldn't suddenly come to Trauma Surgery to talk about life with Fang Ziye.

"Master, the patient in the next room wants to see you," Feng Junfeng suddenly reported.

"It's the patient named Le Yuan," Feng Junfeng said in a somewhat strange tone.

Ceng Duoqin naturally understood Feng Junfeng's meaning and laughed hahaha: "Professor Fang's peach blossoms are growing on his hair strands."

Fang Ziye stood up: "Teacher Zeng, don't laugh at me."

He turned to ask Feng Junfeng: "What did she say?"

"She asked if she could let you perform a puncture on her," Feng Junfeng said.

Fang Ziye wouldn't open this door for her, otherwise she wouldn't have to do other operations in the future: "This is a hospital, not a massage parlor, and I'm not a technician. She's getting a puncture diagnosis and still picking people?"

"It was settled before; ask her if she still wants the diagnosis. If not, forget it. She's an adult."

"You'd really say that?" Feng Junfeng felt awkward.

Fang Ziye heard this, his gaze sharpened, and he said unpleasantly: "Do you want to get your master killed, then find another master and keep saying this from now on?"

"Oh oh, okay! ~" Feng Junfeng immediately turned and left.

"Professor Fang has encountered quite a few cases of negative transference in clinical practice, right?" Ceng Duoqin said only after Feng Junfeng left.

Fang Ziye scratched his nose and said calmly: "Teacher Zeng, I was young once too; occasionally, when walking outside, I've had lustful thoughts upon seeing beauty."

"Since you admit this yourself, you should allow others to have similar thoughts."

"In such matters, judge by actions, not by intentions."

"Moreover, it's just a vague feeling; once nipped in the bud, it ceases to exist."

Fang Ziye had certainly encountered similar troubles before, but now Fang Ziye handled it very well.

Even Fang Ziye's first patient for mangled extremity limb salvage surgery, the child Yan Chu, might not have lacked corresponding feelings; her existence was actually relatively special to Fang Ziye's career.

But Fang Ziye still ruthlessly cut off contact with her.

Fang Ziye didn't like being a fish pond, and naturally wouldn't enjoy the feeling of raising fish.

"The proverb says: begins with looks, loyal to character, trapped by talent, defeated by reality."

"But it seems that for you, Professor Fang, the words 'defeated by reality' will never appear."

"Being handsome is still useful." Ceng Duoqin felt a bit envious.

Fang Ziye asked back somewhat narcissistically: "Teacher Zeng, is it possible that many people were handsome when young, but not as talented as me?"

Actually, Professor Ceng Duoqin was also suave and debonair; even in his forties, he was still very charming.

It's just that this charm bloomed a bit late.

Ceng Duoqin's pupils shrank instantly, and angry emotions were activated: "Me? You! ~"

"So you're that kind of Fang Ziye, right?"

"You've started learning from your master, right?"

Fang Ziye actually scolded him for being too bad when young; although it was a fact, must facts be spoken? Must they be spoken?

Fang Ziye said frankly: "Teacher Zeng, then you've misunderstood me again."

"If you feel my master is putting on an act, then I'm for real."

"Why must everything be learned from the master?"

Ceng Duoqin heard this and was instantly speechless, twisting and turning like a young wife.

Because he couldn't find a single fault in Fang Ziye's words.

Little Ye has grown up!

He has grown heavier and more real than North Sea One Leaf.

Others' unrestrained nature is tossed about by waves, but Fang Ziye's current unrestrained nature is self-produced!

Fang Ziye looked at Professor Ceng Duoqin with a burning gaze and slightly lowered his chin: "Teacher Zide, excessive humility is pride and hypocrisy."

"We should all live more authentically; that's actually quite good."

"I'm really just seriously analyzing the problem you proposed……"

Understand the teacher, become the teacher, surpass the teacher.

Fang Ziye frankly did it.

Unrestrained is not a bad label. The ability to raise sky-high waves is the ability to sway openly and aboveboard. (Chapter End)