Chapter 740: Medical Academic Overlord Chapter 737: Break Away (Requesting Subscription)

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

Fang Ziye's first reaction upon seeing the three was the phrase "outshining the master," but he quickly discarded this thought, as it was still uncertain who among the four was truly the "master"...

"Master, Teacher Gong, Teacher Han." Fang Ziye greeted them while closing the door behind him.

Han Yuanxiao was the first to stand up, leaning toward Fang Ziye: "Ziye, you're here; this matter has truly caused you unnecessary trouble."

Fang Ziye did not respond to Han Yuanxiao, but asked first: "Master, Teacher Gong, nothing happened, right?"

Although Deng Yong was the Chief Director, he could not speak at this moment; his position as Bone Surgery Chief was not something he had won against Gong Jiahe.

Placed in major surgery, Deng Yong would still have to listen to Gong Jiahe.

"There was no physical conflict, though some patient friends were called in, and we discussed it many times."

"The current situation is not easy to handle."

Gong Jiahe's tone was calm, without any intention of blaming Fang Ziye.

Functional Reconstruction Surgery reached its culmination in Fang Ziye's hands, causing this technique to become one of the most popular surgeries in orthopedics.

So Fang Ziye's technique was relatively better, which was only natural.

After Gong Jiahe came to Zhongnan Hospital, he also learned of Zhongnan Hospital's "history"; under such circumstances back then, Fang Ziye could only rush back to take charge of the overall situation.

But with anything, once a choice is made, there are corresponding pros and cons.

The benefit was that the situation in Trauma Surgery stabilized, and other sub-specialties did not get to ride on top; the drawback was that Fang Ziye leaving now would cause aftereffects.

And to resolve such aftereffects, one must face a period of growing pains.

"The result of my discussion with Deng Yong is that some patients only recognize you, Fang Ziye, and you must take them away, and you must also arrange their hospitalization in parallel."

"Or it's you, Fang Ziye, coming here in your spare time to perform surgery for a while and clear out this batch of patients."

"We are now at the Outpatient Clinic, continuing to formally inform subsequent visiting patients and explain things clearly to them."

"But this requires a not-short cycle," Gong Jiahe said.

With the hospitalization patient appointment system, then the patients seen at the Outpatient Clinic and the hospitalized patients would form a kind of time delay.

Explaining things clearly to the visiting patients during this period is not such a simple matter.

There are quite a few people who, in order to improve the postoperative quality of surgery, would rather choose to wait than settle for second best.

Most of those who can afford to drag this out have decent family backgrounds, either with money or with influence.

And the more embarrassing thing is that when Fang Ziye was in the department, his attitude in handling matters was too rigid, not giving these people a chance to exploit loopholes, and no one dared to incur public anger.

So, when they abide by the rules, if Zhongnan Hospital's Trauma Surgery violates them, others' anger will also be quite intense.

This is the backlash from previously "not allowing queue jumping"!

Why did we line up honestly, yet he Fang Ziye left? Is there still any talk of rules?

Hearing this, Fang Ziye nodded: "I know, Teacher Gong; I will strive to explain and clarify this matter to them later."

After replying, without giving Gong Jiahe a chance to respond, he continued: "Director Gong, Director Deng, I only learned of this matter this morning."

"I have also been thinking about how to fundamentally resolve this matter."

"Although not much time has passed, by noon I had already made my final decision! ~"

"So, here, I hope Director Gong and Director Deng can formally submit a written document to my hospital's Medical Affairs Department."

"The content of the document, I have already written."

Gong Jiahe was fine, but when Deng Yong heard Fang Ziye call him Director Deng, his eyeballs bulged out by at least three millimeters!

"Fang Ziye. What have you written! You can't act recklessly again! ~"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye smiled and nodded: "Master, of course I won't act recklessly."

"I feel that it is also time for me to put down this technique."

"Therefore, I hope that Master and Director Gong can, in the name of Orthopedics, formally announce on the official website that Orthopedics, Trauma Surgery Professor Fang Ziye, due to the development needs of Orthopedics, the department orders Professor Fang Ziye to undertake the research and development work of new disease type treatment standards from today onward."

"As for me, from now on I will formally announce to all patients coming to my Outpatient Clinic that I no longer perform Mangled Extremity Limb Salvage Surgery and Functional Reconstruction Surgery."

"As the saying goes, it is not scarcity but unevenness that one should fear! ~"

"Mangled Extremity Limb Salvage Surgery and Functional Reconstruction Surgery have developed to this day and no longer need a person named Fang Ziye to continue! ~"

Deng Yong refused Fang Ziye's proposal without thinking: "Absolutely outrageous! ~"

If Fang Ziye no longer performs Mangled Extremity Limb Salvage Surgery and Functional Reconstruction Surgery, then the accumulated advantage of Zhongnan Hospital Trauma Surgery would not be so advantageous.

"Fang Ziye, do you know what you're saying?" Deng Yong looked at Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye not performing this surgical technique and announcing "Single Technique" retirement from the blade is not impossible.

Clinical doctors have the right to choose what surgeries they want to perform and what surgeries they do not want to perform.

The hospital simply cannot refuse patients, but the lead surgeon can adjust the surgical technique structure according to their own business focus; this is only natural.

Currently, medical system reform constantly lets the treatment of some disease types sink downward, doing exactly such things.

If you make Peking Union Medical College Hospital and Huaxi Hospital general surgery professors remove appendixes every day, and even have patients specifically requesting them to remove appendixes, must they do it? Isn't that using great talent for small tasks?

"Master, I naturally know this, and I have also considered it carefully."

"This is my decision; regardless of whether the hospital level makes such an announcement, I will truthfully tell my Outpatient Clinic patients this," Fang Ziye said!

"I am very open about it; I don't feel I owe anything to anyone." Fang Ziye's voice was very calm.

Fang Ziye knew he was not in some Wuxia World, and there were no such sayings as martial way, immortal way, or chivalrous spirit.

But in reality, Fang Ziye himself had his own unique understanding of medicine.

Gong Jiahe silently lowered his head, his right index finger drawing circles on the tabletop.

Professor Han brought Fang Ziye a cup of hot tea; after setting it down, Professor Han's tongue kept licking his dry lips, wanting to speak but stopping again and again.

Only Deng Yong, after a moment of shock, began to speak out: "Fang Ziye, what right do you have to give up the surgery you're best at?"

"What right do you have to be so confident? This is your specialty, your strength, your foundation!"

"This is your label, your characteristic; if you give it up, it means you're giving up."

Fang Ziye came to Deng Yong's side, patted Deng Yong's shoulder, his gaze gentle, his tone calm as he interrupted: "Master, calm down, let me explain."

Deng Yong picked up his teacup, no longer hot, drank it dry, chewing tea leaves between his teeth, his gaze on Fang Ziye, his tongue coating sensing the astringency of the tea leaves while he sniffed.

In this world, in the profession of doctor, being able to do what others cannot—that's impressive!

What everyone pursues is being able to do what others cannot; this is called professionalism, this is called the pinnacle of the industry.

Fang Ziye has finally reached this point with great difficulty, yet he wants to give up—what arrogance is this?

This is a technique Fang Ziye can live off for a lifetime.

Even if anyone else enters this trade, as long as Fang Ziye is here, others are all juniors; Fang Ziye can comfortably establish his own sect...

Fang Ziye says he wants to give up.

This is no less than young Zhang Sanfeng comprehending Tai Chi but choosing not to found Wudang; the wuxia world would lack the Wudang sect.

Guo Jing's daughter also didn't become a nun; in this wuxia world, there would be no Mount Emei...

Or rather, in the wuxia world, a hundred Wudang sects, two hundred sects calling themselves "Mount Emei" fighting over orthodoxy.

The script isn't written like this.

Fang Ziye still said calmly: "Master, because I'm still young!"

"I'm only thirty-one sui this year; I don't want to be confined to these two techniques for a lifetime, immersed in this comfort zone."

"The me of before enjoyed bringing patients the happiness of health."

"But the me of now has become somewhat inflated."

"I not only want to bring health to patients troubled by functional disorders, I also want to do something for patients of other disease types."

"Even, perhaps by the time I'm forty, I might want to do something in other surgical departments, not completely confined to orthopedics..."

"I didn't do this before because my capability wasn't enough; I could only make a living off this specialty—this is my root."

"Afterward, my root is still here, but my capability is enough; I can't be too self-satisfied and closed off."

Fang Ziye said this, then slightly cupped his hands: "After Academician Chen Zhongwei passed away, the technology of limb replantation surgery did not regress, but with the development of time, has always been improving, continuing and developing to the prosperous situation of today."

"The hand surgery departments of prefecture-level city hospitals can all perform limb replantation surgery. Nowadays, patients with severed limbs, even without Academician Chen, can still recover."

"Whether I, Fang Ziye, perform these two techniques or not won't have much impact on the development and prosperity of this technique!"

"Moreover, I've already done what I should do and what I can do; for the remaining time, is it wrong for me to do what I want to do?"

"I feel it's not."

"The meaning of life lies in constantly stepping out of the comfort zone, constantly challenging oneself; at least that's my understanding, because I'm still young."

After saying these things, Fang Ziye calmed down again: "Of course, my choice is also the best way to completely solve the current problem from recurring."

"Our hospital's Trauma Surgery Department, even without me, Fang Ziye, performing functional reconstruction and mangled extremity limb salvage surgery, is still top-tier domestically!"

"Me performing these two techniques is no more than that."

"Why must I be such an oddball, making my teachers hesitate?"

"Actually, I've had this thought in my heart for a long time, I just never found a suitable opportunity!"

Fang Ziye is a person, and also somewhat clever, so he couldn't let a phenomenon exist without thinking of a solution.

Obviously, at this time, choosing to go down the mountain, choosing to sever ties, is the best choice.

Without Fang Ziye's functional reconstruction and mangled extremity limb salvage surgery, only then is it a hundred flowers blooming, only then is it 'a hundred boats racing'.

"Master, you must believe me; me saying this now, although somewhat arrogant, is also completely not inappropriate." Fang Ziye's tone was firm, his gaze resolute.

There are many ways to go down the mountain: there's the sun setting behind the western mountains, there's leaving with a flick of the sleeve, and there's ascending to immortality in a carefree manner.

Fang Ziye is not going down the mountain in a state of extreme old age, so this is not embarrassing.

After Deng Yong swallowed the tea leaves, his tongue scraped the inner wall of his mouth, pushing up his left cheek, his mouth somewhat crooked.

Fang Ziye wasn't hot-headed; he had thought it through with reason and evidence, and also to solve the problem.

"Fang Ziye, you must think it through; once you choose this, if you want to do something later, you might bear infamy!" Deng Yong admonished.

Deng Yong's implied meaning was: Fang Ziye, being carefree comes at a price.

"Master, if I really one day can't afford a meal and must turn back, compared to eating, what does it matter if others scold me?"

"Besides, even if I come back, I'm still standing on the mountain!"

"Those who scold me only dare to do it behind my back; now there are many people scolding me behind my back, and it doesn't matter."

"I have a very thick skin." Fang Ziye had planned his retreat route.

I've announced I won't do this kind of surgery; if one day I really come back to do it, who would dare say my skills aren't good enough?

At most they'd say you break your word.

In the entertainment circle, there are many who say they'll quit and then return, even entering and exiting multiple times.

The entertainment circle lives off fame; surgeons live off skill.

For Fang Ziye's major decision, Han Yuanxiao and Gong Jiahe both dared not speak, fearing they would affect Fang Ziye's decision.

This kind of decision requires great, great resolve, and might even affect Fang Ziye for most of his life.

Deng Yong fell completely silent, and his expression gradually returned to calm.

Although he expressed no attitude, at least he didn't flare up again.

After a long while, Deng Yong nodded: "Fine, but this doesn't solve the urgent problem. This batch of patients, you still have to deal with them."

Fang Ziye said: "Master, that's not necessarily true!"

"Perhaps if you post the notice tonight, maybe tomorrow many patients will stop shouting and yelling?"

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong's gaze flashed, and he looked Fang Ziye up and down.

Gong Jiahe also cast a look of ill intent; Han Yuanxiao might not be as transparent as Deng Yong and Gong Jiahe, but he too realized Fang Ziye was being a bit mischievous.

At this moment, Fang Ziye's choice to no longer perform these two surgeries meant that future patients would all be unable to benefit from Fang Ziye's technique.

Perhaps the root cause was Fang Ziye's job transfer, but the fuse — that was today's "coercion"!

In such a situation, perhaps someone would, in order to retain Fang Ziye and continue having him serve as lead surgeon, take the initiative to solve the person who raised the problem.

No one can openly force a surgeon to perform a specific surgery!

They can only force him not to perform a specific surgery.

You can make it so a person cannot perform a certain surgery, but you cannot force a person to be able to perform a certain surgery — this is a very basic principle.

Moreover, Fang Ziye now has the sanatorium's identity as endorsement; ordinary people cannot provoke Fang Ziye, and ordinary "coercion" events fundamentally cannot happen directly to Fang Ziye.

This solution, compared to making Fang Ziye take a step back and temporarily taking the department's patients to the new campus for surgery to appease short-term "public anger," resolves the future trouble more fundamentally.

So, Deng Yong and Gong Jiahe seemed unable to find a reason to refuse either.

Professor Gong Jiahe spoke at this time: "Professor Deng, then shall we make the phone call?"

"Announce first, fill in materials later, right?"

Deng Yong nodded: "Good! ~"

"This is our Orthopedics Department's internal affair; the hospital's job arrangements can naturally be announced first, with materials supplemented later."

"They can even be left unsupplemented."

The internal job assignments of the Orthopedics Department are something the specialty can decide on its own.

Fang Ziye no longer being responsible for functional reconstruction surgeries, or not being responsible for functional impairment disease types — this is something Orthopedics can adjudicate on its own; even the Medical Affairs Department and the hospital cannot control it.

When Deng Yong called the Medical Affairs Department on behalf of Orthopedics, the person who answered, Xiong Hanzhong, was stunned; his subconscious reaction was the same as Deng Yong's — he hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay: "Director Deng, what's going on?"

"Is it that today's matter was handled under too much pressure?"

"If it really won't work, let's deliberate further together. For Professor Fang to permanently halt this surgical technique right now — that's not the best choice! ~"

Xiong Hanzhong is from the Medical Affairs Department; although the Medical Affairs Department is not a clinical department, it has permission to access the 'real data' of many patients within the hospital!

Ordinary doctors in the wards may not know patients' basic information, but these patients' health information also needs to be archived and processed — the Medical Affairs Department knows the relevant information.

Therefore, some code information, the Medical Affairs Department can all get clues about; at least they know which codes correspond to which units.

Fang Ziye is now smashing a perfectly good plate at Zhongnan Hospital — isn't this digging up many people's "lifelines"?

"Director Xiong, this is a resolution that I, Director Gong, and Director Fang — three people — carefully deliberated together."

"In our Orthopedics Department's Trauma Surgery, besides Director Fang, there are also multiple professors who have already mastered and excel at these two techniques."

"However, a specialty's development cannot lack a vanguard."

"Director Fang is the one who charges into battle for our Orthopedics; a comprehensive hospital also cannot become a specialty hospital for just one or two disease types."

"So, Director Xiong, I hope the Medical Affairs Department and Hospital Administration Office can understand — issue a statement on behalf of our Orthopedics proving this is our hospital's normal work scheduling." Deng Yong said.

Deng Yong spoke lightly, but at this moment Xiong Hanzhong's heart had ten thousand horses galloping: "Director Deng, this matter is of great importance; I need to report to Dean Wang before I can decide."

"Director Xiong, this is our Orthopedics' internal affair; whatever the result of your request to Dean Wang, we will still make this decision! ~"

"Development and innovation are the necessary path for every specialty's development." Once Deng Yong decided on something, his firepower was extremely ample.

Xiong Hanzhong still wanted to express that he needed to consult...

After hanging up the phone, the four people in the office looked at each other, then no longer said much.

Then, the four people filed out of the office one after another.

In the doctor's office, several patients and family representatives were still sitting — Qin Geluo and the others were accompanying the patients, chatting and discussing the solution to this matter.

After Fang Ziye, Deng Yong, and the others walked in, Qin Geluo and the others, as well as the patient family representatives, all stood up one after another.

After briefly recognizing each other.

Fang Ziye then said: "Fellow patients, thank you for your recognition, and thank you for trusting me, Fang Ziye, so much."

"Because of my job transfer, going to the new campus, I was unable to complete surgeries for you — there was truly some lack of consideration!"

"So, I've decided to announce one thing: that from now on, I will no longer perform these two surgeries."

"I will instead turn to researching new disease type treatment plans."

One sentence from Fang Ziye directly stunned everyone into a daze.

No, the f***ing script and logic structure aren't written like this, are they?

What do you mean you won't perform these two surgeries anymore?

Oh, you think our meaning is that you doing surgeries well is a mistake, so you're f***ing not doing them anymore?

This decision is too explosive.

"Professor Fang, how can this work?"

"You? How can you?" The middle-aged man standing opposite Fang Ziye, big-bellied and portly, was at this moment in a standard standing posture.

Because the development of events had exceeded expectations.

"Job transfer — our hospital is a comprehensive hospital, and cannot only be responsible for patients of these two disease types; the world is big, there are many clinical directions."

"Our Trauma Surgery currently has many confirmed disease names but no treatment plans."

"For example, previous functional impairments, mangled extremities — weren't they all without treatment plans?"

"So, I don't plan to perform these two surgeries anymore — completely stop — and according to the department's actual development needs, go do some disease types other than functional impairment and mangled extremity."

"Of course, those who came here today, and those already hospitalized — if you truly choose to trust me, Fang Ziye, I will also be extremely grateful for your trust, and will not betray your trust."

"One by one, I will give you a satisfactory explanation and answer."

"That is to say, patients currently in the hospital — those willing to follow me to the new ward for surgery can go queue for hospitalization."

"Those willing to wait for me to return for surgery — then queue slowly; I will come by every Thursday and Saturday until all surgeries for patients with November appointments are done."

"Only then will I devote myself wholeheartedly to doing my own things."

"This is my own choice, and also the department's development plan; I hope all you patient friends can understand."

"That's roughly the handling method; you all take a look, see if there are any other unsatisfactory points, bring them up together, and we can discuss them all at once."

"Or, from now on I'll come to the Old Campus every day to work overtime on one surgery, work overtime for one or two months, and work weekends too." Fang Ziye's tone was still quite gentle.

It was just that the content within his words was quite restless, and restless to the point of explosion.

Fang Ziye's words clearly left these people at a loss.

Not doing these two surgeries anymore, then who can we patients go to find in the future?

However, merely for those who come to find Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye guarantees that for every person willing to wait for him, he will perform surgery for them; this already counts as a one-to-one explanation.

No one can demand that Fang Ziye finish all the surgeries in a single day; this is something that couldn't be accomplished even if you killed Fang Ziye.

After the announcement was made, a group of people chatted worriedly for a while longer, and only then did Fang Ziye drive away.

And when Yuan Weihong stepped down, seeing someone send this message on his phone, Yuan Weihong first lost his soul for a moment, then covered his face, faced the wall, and stood leaning against it.

This action lasted for several minutes before he stopped; Yuan Weihong turned back, his eye rims a bit red...

In his view, if only he had tried a little harder, exerted a bit more effort, not needing to surpass Fang Ziye, even just having the same level as Fang Ziye, so that Fang Ziye's existence could be replaced, Fang Ziye wouldn't have been forced into such an extreme path.

And currently, the words have already been spoken, the hospital's notification has already been issued, the department's decisions are all made; saying anything more now is already of no use.

Yuan Weihong naturally did not call Fang Ziye either.

He did not comfort Fang Ziye, because he couldn't help; mere unilateral verbal comfort is actually quite pale and powerless.

Off work, evening rush hour.

Fang Ziye spent nearly over an hour before he reached the New Campus and parked the car.

Parked in a ground-level parking space, Fang Ziye stood under the dark night, suddenly feeling a sense of trance-like loss.

The streetlight illumination outside wasn't glaring, yet Fang Ziye also felt his pupils somewhat uncomfortable.

Speaking of it, Mangled Extremity Limb Salvage Surgery and Functional Reconstruction Surgery were both developed single-handedly by Fang Ziye himself, raised like his own biological children.

Now, they have to be let go like this.

There truly is a unique kind of reluctance.

But Fang Ziye knew that if he needed a quiet research and development environment, if he needed to engage with new disease types, making such a clean break was a must.

Otherwise, regardless of whether it was Zhongnan Hospital or not, Fang Ziye's person would inevitably be tagged with even more awesome labels, and Fang Ziye would be entangled with these two surgical techniques for a lifetime.

And given Fang Ziye's current irreplaceability, if Fang Ziye didn't make a decisive break, then people with such surgical needs would come in an endless stream.

Even if only a small handful of people were willing to come to Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye in this lifetime would never finish these two surgeries.

Some people slowly grow old; they will also become wealthy and powerful old people; once old they become newly diagnosed 'Functional Impairment' patients, cycling repeatedly like this.

Fang Ziye tore off a tree leaf; the tree branch was pulled into a tensioned bend, then swayed back and forth.

Flickering uncertainly under the streetlight's glow.

Seeing this, Fang Ziye murmured in a low voice: "So it turns out, watching some growth, departure, having to make a severance, feels like this."

"Somewhat painful, yet also somewhat happy."

"Perhaps this isn't completely the same as the feeling of a child growing up and leaving, but it's certainly similar..."

"However, you have your development path; I've already raised you this big; you can also be considered to have fully fledged wings."

"You've long been capable of independent capability; it's not that you aren't mature enough now, but that there aren't enough people who have mastered you."

"Those who have mastered you merely lack proficiency, not that your system isn't perfect enough."

"So, bye-bye! ~"

"Your dad still has other things to do, and other children to take care of." Fang Ziye threw the leaf on the ground as if gone mad.

And then, without looking back, he walked toward the Surgical Building.

A streetlamp stretched Fang Ziye's shadow long, then immediately another streetlamp wiped out the shadow; accompanying Fang Ziye's shadow, it is forever finite.

Until he arrived inside the Surgical Building, where the light was bright enough, there were no more stretched shadows around Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye's state of mind was as bright as the things before his eyes.

"From now on, I, Fang Ziye, can also count as someone who has gone up the mountain and come down the mountain." Fang Ziye patted his own chest; his state of mind infinitely peaceful.

Still that sentence: being a doctor, these three characters suffice.

Worthy.

Fang Ziye has not let anyone down.

On the contrary, the reason Fang Ziye made this choice was actually just to do more.

Break and then establish; no break, no establishment.

If he didn't break open his previous circle, didn't make a severance, then he would forever not be able to break free with ease.

The people's doctor is not a disease-type doctor, you know?

In Fang Ziye's heart, he asked and answered himself.

Deep in Fang Ziye's heart, Teacher Deng Yong's question from the soul flashed once again.

"Is it better to be an Academician Doctor, or better to be a People's Doctor."

At that time, Fang Ziye's answer was exceptionally determined.

"To be a People's Doctor."

Back then, Fang Ziye was not transparent about this path; he felt the two perhaps didn't have too great a difference.

However, now. Fang Ziye's state of mind has become transparent.

If Fang Ziye continued to be entangled in these two surgical techniques, with the accumulation of two extremely original super techniques, Fang Ziye had a very, very large possibility of walking into the "Academician" hall.

The two surgical techniques Fang Ziye developed were both extremely original, not improvements, not second creations on existing techniques, but truly original.

And he brought them to a culmination of mastery.

If Fang Ziye continued to choose to entangle himself further, he would be worthy of the people, and he would have no regrets toward his patients.

But?

In Fang Ziye's heart, after all, there was still a higher beacon.

Walking a circuit around the Yangyuan let Fang Ziye understand that in this world, there are too many people mired in all kinds of different diseases, suffering in different fields, in different directions.

And he himself happened to have the capability, and was still young.

So why not be a little greedy, and think a bit more about doing more for patients of other disease types.

If many people thought this way, perhaps one day, his own father-in-law Luo Pan would not need him to personally develop a treatment plan; there would be a team capable of solving his suffering.

Fang Ziye at once also did not dare to take too large a stride.

If it was only for fame, to achieve renown in one morning by doing a research project, Fang Ziye should shut the door, stay away from the worldly clamor, and directly drill into the direction of drug treatment for tumors, stay secluded for several decades, then emerge.

He would inevitably one day view all the flowers of Chang'an, but that kind of life was not what Fang Ziye wanted.

"Senior Brother?"

"Master called me!"

"Barbecue rice, let's eat together?" Lan Tianluo also ordered takeout for Fang Ziye.

It wasn't that Deng Yong and the others didn't care enough about Fang Ziye, but the matters Fang Ziye had to handle were too big, and the explosive force of Fang Ziye's solutions was too strong, to the extent that Deng Yong didn't even have time to care whether Fang Ziye had eaten.

Although he had agreed to Fang Ziye making this choice, he still had to find Jingjing for a heart-to-heart talk.

Yuan Weihong hadn't stepped down yet either.

So, Fang Ziye's meal could only be solved on his own.

"Good! ~"

"You eat at this place too?" Fang Ziye said.

"Is it a delivery platform?"

Lan Tianluo said: "Yes, the barbecue rice nearby doesn't have a flavor as good as this place, or perhaps I'm just used to this place's flavor."

"Senior Brother, you really want to give up?"

Fang Ziye nodded: "This world is too big, I want to go see it."

"Tianluo, don't you want to go see it too?"

Lan Tianluo thought carefully, recalling the things he and the others had done; that kind of fulfilling sense of achievement, compared to the current "enjoying the fruits of others' labor," was wonderful by who knows how many times.

Some people enjoy the life after reaching the summit.

Some people like the hardship and stimulation during the climb; that is a kind of faith, not standing on the peak seeing all mountains small, looking at the people climbing.

"I do want to, but the current accumulation isn't enough, I can't lead a team." Lan Tianluo secretly spoke of his own ambition.

"Then you're not being honest, huh?" Fang Ziye laughed, tapping Lan Tianluo's big ears.

Lan Tianluo's ear roots immediately turned slightly red: "Senior Brother, you know again."

"But it's nothing! ~"

"This is just an exploration between me and Jie Han, the two of us; whether it succeeds or not, we don't know."

"Senior Brother, don't help for now, let us try."

"We have to try."

"Succeed or not, no regrets."

Lan Tianluo and Jie Han, the two of them, couldn't sit still either; they have already set out toward the development of a new disease type.

Having experienced working on functional reconstruction surgery, mangled extremity limb salvage surgery, and the development of the microcirculation instrument with Fang Ziye, and later the chemotherapy regimen for microcirculation interruption surgery.

For the development of treatment plans for new disease types, they have also figured out the routine, at least knowing what to do at every step.

Then being a bit more ambitious, of course they want to walk through a small process themselves.

Fang Ziye hadn't spoken yet when Lan Tianluo added: "But Senior Brother rest assured, we won't have thoughts of falling behind again."

"The power of the team is the most massive; dispersing might mean multiple dragons rising, but the greater possibility is that they just differentiate and can never rise again."

"The things we can do will certainly be facing the sea, watching spring flowers bloom."

"Small fights, that's not our endpoint! ~"

Lan Tianluo had rice stuffed in his mouth; after swallowing, he didn't take a second bite, and at this moment, his heart was very surging and excited: "Senior Brother, I can affirm."

"When we walk forward, only with shared aspirations will we walk to the end."

"If someone scatters halfway, they certainly aren't a destined person."

"Even if he is Professor Liao Jia, or some other professor......"

Fang Ziye glanced at Lan Tianluo: "What medicine did you take today?"

Hearing this, Lan Tianluo's eyeballs rolled around, and he put down his mobile phone: "After experiencing the preliminary success of several phases of clinical projects for the microcirculation interruption surgery and bone tumor chemotherapy regimen."

"And said, I have the opportunity to enter the core circle of the Yangyuan Research Area, so I also knew that our Yangyuan's purpose is facing the sea."

"And said, I have the opportunity to enter the core circle of the Yangyuan Research Area, so I also knew that our Yangyuan's purpose is facing the sea."

"Best if we can turn the US dollars around."

Lan spoke to here, his Chief Resident mobile phone rang.

Lan Tianluo heard it, immediately startled.

With a bitter expression he chose to answer; after bringing the phone to his ear, he stood up, carefully put down his chopsticks, the end that goes in the mouth facing outward.

Mouth saying: "Oh, okay, I'll be there right away! ~"

Fang Ziye heard, said: "So fast you forgot the lesson I gave you before?"

"Can eat then eat, can sleep then sleep, can shit then shit."

"Look, now you have no rice to eat, right?"

But what Fang Ziye didn't expect was, Lan Tianluo holding his lunch box ran, while starting to wolf it down, not answering Fang Ziye's words at all, main strategy being listening to advice.

However, he gave the definition of "eat whenever, eat however much" a step further.

That is, he can eat at any time, eat while sitting, eat while walking, eat while waiting for the elevator...

Fang Ziye saw this, feeling some heartache for Lan Tianluo, yet not that much heartache for Lan Tianluo.

Having passed the Chief Resident hurdle, Lan Tianluo's belief will become even stronger from now on! ~

In technique, in diagnosis, in knowledge system, he will also become more accommodating.

Finally, perhaps that notification fermented.

Fang Ziye's mobile phone began to ring continuously.

The first to call Fang Ziye was Dean Wang Xinghuan: "Director Fang, what is your Orthopedics Department doing? What are you trying to do?"

Fang Ziye heard this, laughed lightly and said: "Naturally, upholding Dean Wang's trust, with these slender shoulders, I shoulder the heavy responsibility Dean Wang assigned, forging ahead with determination! ~"

"Speak human language! ~"

"I have no time to joke with you, I've already been calling continuously for forty minutes, been like a grandson who got his head smacked by his grandpa, feeling stifled." Wang Xinghuan scolded.

"Dean Wang, I want to do clinical research again, just thought I'd cut off some of the previous surgical techniques."

"Only by going all out can good research projects be produced." Fang Ziye said.

"Are you fucking looking for trouble? Does the current you still need research accumulation and paper accumulation?"

"Let me say something unpleasant: serving your department's patients well is more beneficial than you going outside to find a group of academicians to drink with."

"The academician friends we don't know, some of them they know."

"Do you still need to handle these things?" Wang Xinghuan was furious.

Fang Ziye heard this, did not reply immediately, but remained silent for half a minute, then said: "Dean Wang, half a year ago, I calculated: if I return to my hometown, spending 300,000 a year."

"I wouldn't need to work anymore; the interest on my savings would be sufficient."

"Even if I just wander around Han City idly, with my current patent dividends, every year I can live freely, I don't need to worry about livelihood, can settle down well in Han City."

"Then what do you think my current work is for?"

"Don't give me that nonsense! ~" Wang Xinghuan scolded.

"I'll withdraw that announcement right now; the benefits of that position are beyond what you can currently imagine. Whatever you want to do, you must drag it out for me."

"If you really reach that step, whatever you want to do, no one will be able to control you! ~" Wang Xinghuan ordered.

Fang Ziye raised his tone, firm tone: "Dean Wang, patients need it."

"And now no one has the qualification to say I'm being falsely arrogant! ~"

"Even you?"

"Or that other academician teacher."

Wang Xinghuan on the other end slapped the table in exasperation, and then only heavy breathing remained... (Chapter End)