Chapter 741

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

"Arrogance" originally means pure and noble, not pursuing fame and fortune, not mixing with the vulgar crowd. Now it mostly refers to those unwilling to follow the crowd, keeping themselves untainted.

Fang Ziye and Wang Xinghuan each held their silence in a standoff, lasting nearly a minute.

After a while, Wang Xinghuan spoke: "Fang Ziye, from a personal angle, I support and understand you. Everyone has things they want to do and must do."

"But from other angles, I think you're a bastard. Carefully consider what your family would think if you went home to rot after your PhD graduation."

Wang Xinghuan's words were relatively calm.

Fang Ziye's choice at this moment, not to say it was completely consistent with his own stance, but it was similar.

Zhongnan Hospital has done its utmost for you, Fang Ziye, but now you're suddenly going against the grain.

Admittedly you're noble, you want to pursue the Great Dao, but you completely failed to put Zhongnan Hospital's needs in your vision, in your considerations.

Of course, Fang Ziye is still young, so after finishing, Wang Xinghuan added slowly: "Fang Ziye, I support you having personal ideas, and I'm even clearer on your current income level and situation."

"But when we think about problems, we can't be this childish! ~"

"If your family is well-off, if your family has a mine, then whatever the fuck you do is right. As long as you don't squander the family fortune, if you take money to do charity, you're noble, because doing so won't affect your parents."

"But if your family is originally poor, your parents are bedridden with illness or have supported the whole family by farming year-round, in that situation, you abandon your parents without a care, you take your own salary to do charity! ~"

"No one dares say you're wrong, but in their hearts they'll absolutely curse you as a bastard! ~"

Fang Ziye is an adult, he has his own worldview, yet he also cannot easily wash away Wang Xinghuan's worldview; on the contrary, Wang Xinghuan's worldview is even more mature than Fang Ziye's.

Now, Wang Xinghuan is Fang Ziye's "unconventional" parent.

This family of Zhongnan Hospital isn't that wealthy; compared to many disciplines at Han City University, it can be said to be destitute...

"Dean Wang, I'm not making excuses, nor am I deliberately trying to explain anything."

"The reason I told you these things before is because they are my true and objective thoughts, but they aren't the complete reason."

"If Teacher Wang knows me relatively well, you should know that I, Fang Ziye, am a relatively 'extremely' selfish person." Fang Ziye said.

"Then why do you still pretend to be so generous?" Wang Xinghuan retorted sharply!

Zhongnan Hospital needs Fang Ziye to charge forward, to fight out an Academician honor that Zhongnan Hospital doesn't have.

Fang Ziye smashed this expectation; at least in Wang Xinghuan's eyes, Fang Ziye is now not doing his proper job.

Adults must think comprehensively about problems; even if it's sucking up, as long as the sucking up has value, isn't groveling, isn't selling one's bottom-line dignity.

Who isn't sucking up in a disguised form?

"Yeah, Teacher Wang, then how could I pretend to be generous?"

"In this world, what we can confirm is only the starting point and the endpoint we want to reach; as for how we experience the journey between start and end, we cannot predict it, and it's uncertain."

"Actually, if one confirms one's endpoint too early, the obsession runs too deep instead."

"I feel that position cannot be sought." Fang Ziye didn't explicitly say Academician title, but the reference was already clear.

"If you don't seek it, it definitely won't fall to you! ~" Wang Xinghuan calmed down slightly, yet still couldn't achieve complete tranquility; his breathing remained somewhat disordered, lacking rhythm.

"Teacher Wang, is it that the resources the hospital gave me, Fang Ziye, were already all-out effort, and if I don't reach that step, I'm guilty?"

"I've already seized benefits that should belong to others, harmed an especially, especially large number of people; has this harm already reached the point where I must press forward under a heavy burden?"

"Teacher Wang, pat your own chest and say: has it really reached such a pass? If you say yes, then I feel our concepts differ somewhat." Fang Ziye straightforwardly laid out his attitude.

Dean Wang, you can have high hopes for me, but don't engage in excessive moral kidnapping.

The hospital's attention, the teacher's deep affection, Fang Ziye acknowledges them all.

But Fang Ziye also doesn't believe that the current sentiment the hospital has given Fang Ziye has reached the point where Fang Ziye must go all out for the hospital regardless of everything.

People enjoying the same treatment as Fang Ziye are not few, and the honors and benefits Fang Ziye has fought for the hospital are also not few.

Fang Ziye doesn't feel he owes the hospital that much.

"You lay it out straight: do you want to leave? Or did someone give you better treatment?" Wang Xinghuan finally voiced his worry.

Fang Ziye smashing the plate at this time, from Wang Xinghuan's angle, he had to consider this problem.

If Fang Ziye wants to leave, there are always people willing to take over Fang Ziye's contract; a breach-of-contract fee cannot bind Fang Ziye.

If even the moral level cannot restrain Fang Ziye now, Wang Xinghuan doesn't want to struggle over it much either.

"Dean Wang, I don't deny that many people have contacted me, including some headhunting companies, also getting in touch with me."

"But I completely have no such intention."

"Dean Wang, speaking frankly, I myself am not that interested in that position, at least have no obsession."

"If I get it, I take it; if not, so be it."

"As long as it doesn't affect my eating, doesn't affect our hospital and discipline's development, whatever happens happens."

"And speaking the most practical words, that identity besides adding some extra bonds, isn't of much use."

"Just makes travel a bit more face-saving, and the funding obtained can be a bit more." Fang Ziye said.

"Fang Ziye? Do you want to examine your own words?"

"You call this 'merely'?" Wang Xinghuan knocked on the table again.

"Do you know how many people struggle for a lifetime for this 'merely', turn white-haired, exhaust their heart and blood?"

"Even unable to take that first step forward?"

"Leaving other things aside, our Central China region, the Xiangya Hospital System — are they impressive or not?"

"Want to go say this kind of talk over there? I guarantee they absolutely won't beat you to death!"

The Xiangya Hospital System has no in-service Academician at this hospital; this is Xiangya Hospital's greatest regret in recent years.

For many years now, they have dreamed of planning this matter.

Regardless of which subspecialty or field someone might reach that step, the Hospital and Central South University will spare no effort in providing corresponding support.

Xiangya Hospital is possibly one of the few top-tier hospitals that has never had an in-service Academician from its own institution.

Zhongnan Hospital cannot even reach this hospital's tier circle.

"So, we absolutely must go then?"

"Dean Wang, I may not be able to fully empathize with you, but this is my choice, and also the truest thought in my heart," Fang Ziye said.

"If there is fate, there is; if there is no fate, there isn't. It also doesn't affect me."

"However, I also thank Dean Wang for your kindness and guidance, but I am very calm right now, very clear about what I am doing, and what I want to do."

"I have already passed the stage of needing to chase money and pursue fame and fortune."

"Toward my parents and clan, I only feel guilt for being unable to accompany them. And I do not feel guilt for being unfilial or unworthy of my ancestors."

"Toward my master's school, I only feel guilt for being unable to repay the effort and heart's blood my teachers expended in promoting and patiently instructing me, and I do not feel guilt for being unable to repay their guidance."

"Toward the Hospital, I only have gratitude, and do not feel I owe too much. I am grateful the Hospital could give me so many opportunities."

"So, I also hope Dean Wang will not put any shackles on me. I am just an ordinary person."

"With my own thoughts, my own experiences, my own obsessions, my own desires."

Wang Xinghuan's tone gradually turned cold: "I hope Director Fang will not regret this in the future."

"I..."

Fang Ziye cut off Wang Xinghuan's words: "Dean Wang, even if I regret it, so what? After all, we are all adults now, and none of our skins are that thin."

"What can a few scoldings do? It's just going back on one's word."

"Me? You?" Wang Xinghuan was drunk.

"How come your generation is like this?"

……

In the end, Fang Ziye did not reach an agreement with Wang Xinghuan, because their directions were not consistent.

Or perhaps it was because the two people's positions were different, so Fang Ziye could make his own choice with peace of mind, while Wang Xinghuan had to consider problems from his own position.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye's state of mind instead became increasingly calm.

Choices only have suitable or unsuitable; there is no right or wrong.

Everyone has a path they must walk.

……

Fang Ziye poured himself a cup of tea, sat by the window, turned on the computer, and video chatted with Luo Tingzhu.

Han City in winter was a bit cold; Fang Ziye turned on the room's air conditioner, wore the black fluffy pajamas Luo Tingzhu bought, sat with his legs crossed, left hand holding the teacup.

After Luo Tingzhu took a few deep breaths, she said: "Senior Brother, I support you."

"Research should be free."

"The essence of doing research, of doing scientific research, is to not be a slave to other people's thoughts and routines, to not be solidified by standards and guidelines set by others, but to use one's own ideas, through modern medicine's statistics and related argumentation methods, to explore the most real laws."

"On the contrary, if we ourselves immerse in our own theories, become set in our own pasts, that is actually putting a special kind of shackle on ourselves."

"Medicine is different from other industries after all."

"Take a writer for example: if a person writes a good work, then spends a lifetime only immersed in that old work, never able to pull themselves out, no matter how excellent the work, they will eventually be trapped in it, unable to attain freedom."

"Medicine is even more so." Luo Tingzhu encouraged Fang Ziye with reason and evidence.

Fang Ziye's decision was made on the spur of the moment; he had not given anyone advance notice beforehand, nor discussed it with others.

But even so, Luo Tingzhu still supported Fang Ziye.

"Specializing in one's craft, specializing in one's technique, doing only one thing for a lifetime — there is nothing bad about that."

"For the medical profession, this is instead a spirit worthy of reverence; one can do one thing to the extreme, become the industry's top."

"It's just that my desires are more numerous." Fang Ziye replied.

Becoming the peak of a technique — is that feeling good? Being a pure, professional person — is that good?

Of course it's good.

It's just that this feeling, Fang Ziye has already experienced it.

It's not that Fang Ziye realized it belatedly; rather, Fang Ziye went out and ventured a round. Not only does Fang Ziye himself believe his strength and capability are the industry's top, others would think so too.

So many Level 5, Level 6 skills are placed right here.

Others have at most two or three on them; how could Fang Ziye not be awesome? How can others compare with Fang Ziye on the operational level?

Comparing pure operation, even if the old Academicians revived and returned to their peak periods, before Fang Ziye they would only have to say 'the younger generation is formidable.'

Luo Tingzhu covered her mouth, having anticipated this: "Senior Brother, you can finally calmly admit that you now count as the true number one in Orthopedics nationwide, right?"

"Literature has no first place; one can think this in one's heart, but cannot run out and say it. At least this kind of words cannot come from my mouth."

"After all, it's impossible for us to have any competitions or the like now."

"First or not first, it's not important anymore."

"Anyway, as long as one feels it in one's own heart, whether someone comes looking for trouble or comes to appreciate, one fears nothing and has no dread — that is a kind of peace of mind from the bottom of one's heart," Fang Ziye said.

"However, medicine is not fighting and killing after all. Crushing other peers in operation is certainly very interesting at first."

"But it certainly is not the endpoint."

Luo Tingzhu nodded, her smile gradually freezing. She held her milk tea, sucked a small sip, then put it down: "Senior Brother, not contending with people, only contending with disease — that is every medical practitioner's final destination."

"Many people only finally walk toward this destination because they can no longer compete. Senior Brother, you being able to advance toward here early is a happy thing."

"I think anyway, being a doctor, as long as one can treat patients' illnesses, can enjoy the happiness of patients' recovery, that's very happy."

"But if." Luo Tingzhu's mouth shape froze for a moment.

Continuing to emphasize: "I'm saying if there is an opportunity, I would definitely also be willing to give more patients the chance to be treated."

"Compared to foreign doctors who are just called doctor, these domestic professional titles that bind us may also limit our research immersion time to a certain extent."

"Many people are trapped by title promotion, and only after they really cannot break through anymore do they settle down to pursue research breakthroughs; the early-stage research is actually all preparation for promotion."

Fang Ziye replied, "But, Tingzhu, do you believe it or not."

"If in the current or recent years' environment like this, we imitate foreign countries and separate research from clinical work, ninety-nine percent of doctors would not do research."

"Our country's research atmosphere would only become worse than now. Absolutely not better!"

Without sufficient foundational depth, one generation can only make 'sacrifices' and bear the enormous pressure.

That is not the endpoint, only the process.

If such an atmosphere is not created, the current domestic medical industry is thoroughly a 'medical handicraft workshop'!

Raw materials need to be imported, technology also needs constant import, there is not a single 'patent' belonging to the domestic side, and the majority is always eaten by others.

"The evil consequence of this is that centralized procurement will never develop, and our medical expenses will have to keep aligning with international standards."

"Our economic level cannot compare with foreign countries, so there will be even more people impoverished by illness! ~"

"Eastern Han's attitude is very clear, we cannot learn from India."

"Without innovative patent drugs, where would generic drugs that save lives come from?" Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye saying this is naturally not groundless talk, but Fang Ziye has actually seen this level of vision, so his angle of viewing problems is no longer the same as many years ago.

In other words, if the whole world does not protect patents.

Then Fang Ziye would not think about improving any microcirculation instrument, and no company would be willing to invest in Fang Ziye; even the country might not invest.

Investment would mean certain loss!

Might as well not develop the pharmaceutical industry?

As long as there is a new product, everyone swarms to copy it, just waiting for others to invent.

If no one invents, then everyone just accepts their fate; get sick and you are destined to die, without even a chance of treatment! ~

Many ordinary people of course support—

If it cannot be cured, I can die, but it's best not to let me die because of poverty, unable to afford treatment.

"Senior Brother, then what disease type do you plan to tackle next?"

"Nerve replantation? Nerve cultivation? Or? Hemisection of spinal cord type?" Luo Tingzhu asked following Fang Ziye's topic.

"Haven't decided yet for the time being! ~"

"Nerve cultivation surgery needs to be done, but I also don't have to do it personally; the general direction is definitely to lean toward limb salvage surgery, might do diabetic limb salvage surgery first."

"Then develop toward reconstructive surgery direction, step by step moving forward." Fang Ziye said.

Hearing this, Luo Tingzhu nodded and exclaimed, "This is the benefit of a big shot leading the team; with a general direction, casually throwing out a branch can support several teams."

"Even prop up the jianghu status of several hospitals."

There is a joke online.

Others call me Engineer Fang, but I'm just a twenty-something Doctor; what do I know about clinical medicine?

Current Hu Qingyuan can also say this sentence, but as Fang Ziye's student, when ordinary biotech companies look for Hu Qingyuan, they still call him Teacher Hu nonstop.

Including the previous Fang Ziye, during his Master's period, instrument companies and biotech companies also kept calling him Teacher.

They are not calling the current Hu Qingyuan and the Fang Ziye of that time; they are calling the current Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong.

One thing that must be admitted is that if a university Associate Professor is willing to serve at a biotech company, the comprehensive strength is very formidable.

"Limb salvage surgery is one direction, reconstructive surgery is the general direction."

"In these two directions, there are actually quite a few small branches that can be derived, covering all subspecialties of our Orthopedics Department. It will also involve some surgical specialties."

"In the recent ten years, if I can figure out these two directions, even if I don't reach the position Dean Wang and them mentioned, other Academician teachers seeing me would also be polite and proper." Fang Ziye was exceptionally certain.

Not to mention others, just Madam Tu Youyou's research achievements.

Even most Academicians in front of her can only be proper and rule-abiding, not daring to suppress others with their own status.

Luo Tingzhu hearing Fang Ziye mention Mr. Tu Youyou, asked, "Senior Brother, you now feel, between basic theory breakthrough and applied science breakthrough, who is more important after all?"

"The reason Teacher Tu couldn't be elected Academician is mainly that her breakthrough in basic research is insufficient."

"Artemisinin is after all an extract, not a theoretical original creation."

"Minor path comments say, artemisinin treats malaria, inherent to it; Teacher Tu merely transformed it into replicable reality, actually not conquering the inherent logic."

Artemisinin treating malaria is the key substance extracted by Tu Youyou together with her team.

But this proposal originates from Traditional Chinese Medicine ancient texts.

Fang Ziye remembers reading the original text, but which Traditional Chinese Medicine masterpiece specifically, Fang Ziye forgot; anyway it is recorded.

"Tingzhu, actually involving our Traditional Chinese Medicine old predecessors, I personally shouldn't express opinions."

"Artemisia treating malaria belongs to basic principle breakthrough; if Teacher Tu herself proposed this concept and extracted artemisinin, then that would be a basic science leap."

"However, artemisia treating malaria, although recorded in ancient texts, has not been fundamentally verified, so from a certain angle it is only conjecture."

"Or conjecture that has undergone superficial experimental verification."

"Such conjecture, many people can do; our country's ancient texts are vast as the sea, medical-related conjectures, allegedly number in the hundreds of thousands or even millions..."

"If all are verified one by one, it would inevitably consume massive financial and material resources! ~"

"Those able to transform conjecture into reality are called practical application capability. This is also very critical."

"For example Jie Han, if you collected his whimsical ideas, they'd long reach a first-tier university book's thickness."

"But most likely they are rootless conjectures."

"From this angle, application capability is higher than the capability to raise questions."

"But if a person's operation is very good, but lacks thinking to guide it?"

"Hmm, we Eastern Han people's hands-on capability is not weaker than any country's... including ancient times..."

"For example gunpowder, our country's fireworks research and development was extremely brilliant, but the direction had a problem, so."

"You understand my inner struggle, right?"

"The two aren't easy to compare horizontally; it's best if they can connect with each other — that's the most perfect form." Fang Ziye analyzed.

Asking Fang Ziye to single out which was more important, Fang Ziye really couldn't tell the difference; he could only say both were very important.

Fang Ziye respected Teacher Tu Youyou greatly, and also felt regret that she hadn't become an Academician, but he also had to admit some rumors actually had a certain logic to them.

Can't say it's absolutely right, but also can't say it's absolutely wrong.

"Then what about other people?" Luo Tingzhu instinctively turned the topic to a sensitive angle.

Fang Ziye hurriedly widened his eyes: "Tingzhu, you want to murder your husband? Other people — how could that be something I'd comment on?"

"Even if I would comment, I wouldn't comment."

Luo Tingzhu hurriedly changed the topic, and it was a very crucial one: "Senior Brother, you want to do limb salvage surgery, but I currently don't have any better ideas."

"But if you want to do reconstruction surgery, the pathological and physiological anatomy models I've currently collected and organized can share basic data with you."

"Making it convenient for you later when doing reconstruction surgery to have a relatively objective reference."

"Although you could collect these data yourself with some more time, after all I've already finished them."

"Senior Brother, you wouldn't be too embarrassed to ask, would you?"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately reached out to act spoiled: "Little rich wife Tingzhu, hungry hungry, want hugs……"

"Tell me, how much pocket money do you want this month, I'll give it to you." Luo Tingzhu shook her own hand, not consuming Fang Ziye's "sentiment" at all!

"Can three thousand work?"

"Two thousand for meals, one thousand to go get a massage……" Fang Ziye deliberately acted silly.

Originally Luo Tingzhu was about to transfer the money, but hearing this she withdrew her hand: "Won't even give you three hundred."

At this moment, Jie Han's message arrived in the group chat: "It's already ten thirty, do we still need to continue organizing data?"

Immediately, the four-person group gathered.

The original six-person group had already temporarily lost two members — one named Liao Jia, the other Lan Tianluo who had become Chief Resident.

However, Nie Mingxian probably didn't have a consultation at this moment, so he just sent his data to the group chat, then sent a fist salute emoji.

At this time, Lan Tianluo's sense of guilt was probably no different from Fang Ziye's when he was Chief Resident two years ago.

The four people also had to continue doing it.

Fortunately, as the clinical trial data gradually approached maturity, many hospitals had gradually become familiar with the routine and started doing various subtype analyses within the clinical trials.

So when conducting data statistics, they had already gone through preliminary analysis and organization, no longer like before where they simply reported back a string of pure data.

This reduced everyone's workload to a certain extent.

……

January 7, Tuesday, morning, 11:03 AM.

"Professor Fang, what do you mean? We came specifically for you, and now you're telling us you don't do this kind of surgery anymore?"

"Then didn't we come for nothing?" In the outpatient consultation room, the middle-aged couple heard Fang Ziye's words, and the man's face was full of anger.

Fang Ziye said: "First of all, I thank you for your trust! ~"

"But my current work focus has indeed shifted! ~"

"Currently in Han City there are many professors who can do this kind of surgery; if you want to have the surgery, I can recommend you to them."

"Their surgery level is also very, very high."

The patient was a middle-aged aunt, in her forties, and she got anxious right then: "Professor Fang, but everyone says your technique is the best? How can you not do this surgery anymore?"

"So many people say the quality of your surgeries is much better than other professors'."

"We came specifically to seek your consultation!"

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Much better than others — that's purely rumors spreading from rumors; I'm not that divine either."

"Not doing it anymore is a shift in work focus, just like your child encountering a good teacher who, due to a job transfer, goes to another unit or goes to teach another subject — that's also a very normal thing, right?"

The patient's husband was at a loss; they had waited a long time for today: "But? There's no such logic?"

"You clearly can do it, and can even do it better?"

Hu Qingyuan glanced at Fang Ziye, and Fang Ziye also said very calmly: "Big Brother, let me put it this way."

"Look at my physique — how is it? Looks like I've got quite a bit of strength, right?"

The couple both sized up Fang Ziye a few times, nodded, and didn't deny it.

Although Fang Ziye wasn't particularly tall, only 1.78 meters, that wasn't short either; the main thing was Fang Ziye was sturdy and well-built.

"Then am I not a good seedling for carrying bricks at a construction site?"

"Do I have to go carry bricks at a construction site?"

"Or say, my eloquence is also pretty good — I could go be a medical device salesman."

"What we choose to do can't be coerced purely by whether we can or not, right?"

"Let me say something not so pleasant: suppose your child has some talent for piano, but she herself is only interested in liberal arts and wants to become a writer later."

"Must you force her to become an art student?" Fang Ziye explained while also keeping an eye on the time.

"A girl, pretty, with some temperament — must she go develop in the entertainment circle? Can't she be a big company's boss?" Fang Ziye continued to emphasize.

The logic was simple.

But as patients, especially as patients who very much wanted Fang Ziye to do the surgery, hearing it was a completely different state of mind.

"Professor Fang, then if you won't do the surgery, what should we do?"

"You can't just ignore us?" the woman asked.

Fang Ziye said: "Big Sister, it's not like that; I'm not as important as you think."

"Before, for situations like yours, there wasn't any place that could treat it, and everyone just got by like this."

"Now, many hospitals have already started carrying out functional reconstruction surgery; the technique is also very, very good, and postoperative rehabilitation is also very good."

"Then there's no question of what to do about it."

"My current task is to think of solutions for some patients facing amputation, and if the opportunity is suitable, perhaps enable them to avoid amputation."

"This task is also very important and extremely challenging."

The aunt spoke somewhat selfishly: "Professor Fang, can't someone else do the task you're doing now?"

"Why must it be you who goes?"

"Your surgical skills are so good, you should do more surgeries for patients like us?"

Fang Ziye said: "If someone else goes, why can't it be me?"

"This is an already finalized plan and arrangement, I agreed to it myself, and I want to go do it, so even though I also feel regret, I can only say sorry to you."

"It's work, transfers are perfectly normal."

"I'm sorry, Big Brother, Big Sister, if you want to be hospitalized, I'll issue you admission certificates, you can go to our hospital area to complete the hospitalization procedures. Or you can also have it done at Professor Wang Zongkai's side at our new campus."

"If you don't want to be hospitalized here, I'll sign for you, you return today's registration. Truly sorry."

"..."

At nine past eleven, after Hu Qingyuan saw the middle-aged couple out of the consultation room, taking advantage of the gap before the next patient walked in, he said: "Master, this is already the ninth one this morning, and also the one with the best attitude."

"Master, aren't you really afraid of being complained about?"

Fang Ziye said: "Hu Qingyuan, you have so much money, why don't you donate a hundred thousand yuan to a charitable institution?"

"Hu Qingyuan, you're so smart, why did you attend Han City University instead of going to a specialty college? Leave the better opportunity to children of average aptitude, let them have a better degree as a safety net, so they can have a good future later?"

"Being a doctor, what surgeries to do and not do, it's a mutually willing matter."

"It's not a clearly priced commercial transaction."

"The circumstances where a physician 'shall not refuse treatment' are limited to 'critical emergency patients' and 'sudden public events' these two situations. When you have time, read the legal provisions carefully too." Fang Ziye gave guidance.

Doing things definitely cannot be done recklessly!

Hu Qingyuan hadn't had time to reply when another wheelchair was pushed in from outside the door, and Hu Qingyuan immediately turned around, beginning to receive the patient.

And smiling, he said: "Hello, may I ask where you feel unwell?"

Hu Qingyuan is not Fang Ziye; even though he noticed the other party's leg and foot inconvenience, he still very 'academically' followed the textbook process to conduct the inquiry.

This is not redundancy, it's to form a habit, to form a standard inquiry habit.

Fang Ziye can be non-'dogmatic' because he has sufficient experience and technical support; Hu Qingyuan at this age is still in the period of cultivating habits, so he should just be honest and steady.

"My dad, his legs aren't very convenient..." The one pushing the patient was the patient's daughter.

Hu Qingyuan quickly finished the inquiry, confirmed there was no trauma, and it did not fall under the emergency scope, then said: "Based on your father's medical history, physical examination results, and imaging examination results, the current diagnosis considered is bilateral knee joint functional restriction, large-scale muscle adhesion."

"This has clear surgical indications and requires surgical treatment."

"However, my teacher no longer does this kind of surgery now; you may need to have the surgery at Professor Wang Zongkai's side in our department."

"What?" The woman was not old, twenty-five or twenty-six, her voice a bit piercing.

"Your father's condition must be treated with surgery; conservative treatment has no meaning."

"Before surgery, further examination is still needed to confirm the nature of the lesion, etc., but my teacher currently no longer does this kind of surgery."

"So, if you choose surgical treatment, you'll have to go to our hospital area or Professor Wang Zongkai's side at our new campus to queue for surgery." Hu Qingyuan continued explaining.

Sitting in outpatient clinic, a physician must receive patients and give relatively reasonable suggestions.

"What does not doing this surgery anymore mean? Are you refusing to treat?" The woman's voice immediately became somewhat tricky.

With the development of self-media, many people have a certain understanding of many aspects.

Hu Qingyuan was also already familiar with this: "This isn't refusing treatment; this is a work task transfer."

"We provided you with standard diagnostic and treatment suggestions, and there is a standard treatment plan."

The woman said: "No, you wait."

"You say surgery is needed, but Professor Fang doesn't do surgery, how is that not refusing treatment?"

"If you make things difficult for us like this, I'll go report you! ~"

"We registered for this number for two or three months! ~"

Hearing this, Hu Qingyuan glanced at Fang Ziye; Fang Ziye still sat steadily at the fishing terrace, so he said: "Madam, if you feel our service attitude is bad, complaining is your right."

"However, I still need to explain clearly to you."

"Outpatient diagnosis is preliminary diagnosis, giving treatment opinions, not necessarily receiving the patient into the ward for hospitalization, not necessarily requiring the outpatient doctor to complete the surgery."

The woman completely exploded: "What messy nonsense is this?"

"What right do you have to not do surgery? You say not doing it and it's not done? Then why do you open an outpatient clinic?"

"My master certainly does surgeries, just not functional reconstruction surgery anymore! ~ Orthopedics doesn't only have functional impairment as a disease."

"My teacher has already marked it relatively clearly in the registration system."

"If you want to transfer registration, we can transfer you to another professor's number in our orthopedics department; if you want hospitalization treatment, we can issue you an admission certificate, you can go queue in the department." Hu Qingyuan's attitude was clear.

The woman, hearing this, pushed her father out of the consultation room, then began to explode: "Is this how you be a doctor?"

"Saying not doing surgery means not doing surgery, why not do this surgery? Do you treat patients as human?"

"I'm telling you, if you really dare say such words, I'll complain about you, expose you! ~"

As the woman spoke, she took out her mobile phone intending to film.

However, Hu Qingyuan also had coping experience for this: "Filming is not allowed in the consultation room. If you want to film, then we'll film together."

"If the video you post is edited deceptively, we'll directly report to the police and sue you for defamation."

Hu Qingyuan opened his own mobile phone and also started filming: "First, this lady, I clearly told you, our hospital is not an individual system, it's a team system, it's a comprehensive unit."

"Since it's a team-type unit, there is division of labor, everyone has their own roles and task orientations."

"My teacher's current task focus is not functional impairment treatment; our hospital also has professors doing functional reconstruction surgery......"

"If you want diagnosis and treatment, we can recommend you go there, directly join the queue, and don't need to see other doctors' outpatient clinics again."

"The admission certificates we issue are absolutely recognized by both the new and old campuses of Ben Yuan."

"So, Our Hospital has not refused treatment. Next, if you have any other questions, please continue to ask..."

"Oh right, I need to confirm one thing first. Our Unit's Video Account might publish the content I recorded. Do you agree to appear on camera?"

The woman instantly flew into a rage. While walking out, she cursed loudly: "What a broken hospital, what dog-shit doctors? Acting all high and mighty."

"No medical ethics, putting on airs, posturing! ~"

"Not doing the surgery anymore..."

Hu Qingyuan chased after her: "Remember to return your patient number. My Teacher can sign for it."

The woman pushed her father away while cursing continuously.

The patients waiting outside also frowned, unable to understand what exactly today's scene was about.

However, regardless of whether they understood or not, Fang Ziye's choice had already been made! ~

"..."

Twelve twenty at noon.

"Professor Fang, I really fucking don't understand you! ~"

"Such a big shelf, not giving an inch of face. I really respect you." Another Colleague from Ben Yuan failed to persuade Fang Ziye and hung up the phone in a rage.

Fang Ziye looked at his Mobile Phone, pursed his lips, then wiped his face.

At this moment, Hu Qingyuan brought in KFC Takeout from outside. After closing the door, Hu Qingyuan lowered his voice: "Master, have the Medical Affairs Department people left?"

"They haven't come yet! ~" Fang Ziye sighed:

"You sit for a bit too later. Watch how your Master accepts the Moral Whip." (Chapter End)