Chapter 746

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

Tang Xiaoping was currently in the operating room's changing room, having taken off his own clothes and holding the green scrub suit in one hand, intending to put it on.

"Professor Fang, nothing much? I just hope Professor Fang you can come help out."

"Thanks for your trouble, Professor Fang!" Tang Xiaoping's expression was a bit ugly, but he still shook his head, suppressing the 'emotion' in his heart.

After Tang Xiaoping came to the new campus, the "Ward Director" position he competed for was reached, making him one of the few Associate Professors at Zhongnan Hospital who lead a team and a department.

But after arriving at the new campus, Tang Xiaoping suddenly discovered that when he encountered difficult patients again, calling the department's professors for rescue was no longer effective.

Distant water cannot put out a nearby fire; coming from Zhongnan Hospital's main campus area requires at least forty minutes, traffic jams even more so.

Vascular Surgery's massive hemorrhage disease types, five minutes can let a patient die more than twice...

Tang Xiaoping is the authentic Team Leader of the Vascular Surgery Group; Liu Faming and others encountering problems they cannot handle and seeking help from him is only right and proper.

If unwilling to don the title of the ward with the relatively highest emergency mortality rate at the new campus, Tang Xiaoping can only think of a way.

Opening one's mouth to ask for help is three parts demeaning—

Soon, Fang Ziye's voice came through the speakerphone again: "Professor Tang, I understand your meaning, it's just that the number of times this time is slightly a bit many, right?"

"Professor Tang, I am after all a Trauma Surgery doctor, an Orthopedic Doctor, my own emergencies and elective surgeries are also a whole pile?"

"Since coming to this side, I haven't had time to properly hold a group meeting."

Tang Xiaoping had long anticipated this day would come, but he also had no way!

Compared to the Cardiothoracic Surgery Group in the department facing ferocious disease types like aortic dissection, his pressure is not simple at all.

"Professor Fang, I know you're very busy, but scientific research is ultimately for serving clinical practice, right?"

"You having one less paper or one more paper right now is just icing on the cake; I hope Professor Fang you can do me a favor, and do the patient a favor." Tang Xiaoping's tone carried a slight fawning quality.

Fang Ziye more directly tore off the fig leaf between the two: "Professor Tang, I'm not saying I won't help? But you can't call me every single time, right?"

"You doing it like this makes it seem like I'm concurrently serving as Vascular Surgery's Chief Resident! ~"

"I'm not though?"

If capability isn't enough then don't be a Director. This is Fang Ziye's blunt truth.

Tang Xiaoping's tone stalled; at this moment, he profoundly experienced the difficulty of asking for help: "Professor Fang, sorry ah, I've never had this kind of thought, I'm seeking your assistance, not instructing you! ~"

"Hope Professor Fang you can give a lift."

"After all, the capable do more work."

"Professor Fang, our surgical patient is in Operating Room 13, please, after all it's a life..."

Fang Ziye nodded and said: "Professor Tang."

"The capable doing more corresponds to the incapable doing less, right!?"

Fang Ziye's counter-question voice was exceptionally harsh, even more aggressive, like a thorn, stabbing into Tang Xiaoping's heart.

Tang Xiaoping, having put on the sterile scrub suit, hurriedly brought the phone to his ear, turned off the speakerphone, breathing heavily: "Professor Fang, what do you mean by these words?"

Fang Ziye's very direct voice once again transmitted without any cover: "Professor Tang, you and I understand tacitly is enough."

"I will bring this matter up at the hospital weekly meeting."

"Always calling like this isn't right."

Fang Ziye also couldn't say 'if capable then do it, if not capable then scram'; Fang Ziye cannot interfere with other specialties' internal affairs, but can bring it up to reduce his own burden.

Everyone then understood Fang Ziye's meaning.

Tang Xiaoping finally couldn't hold back somewhat: "Fang Ziye, what identity do you have, you meddle in our Vascular Surgery internal affairs?"

"Whether I have the capability to be this Director, does it fall to you to criticize?"

Fang Ziye was saying he's incompetent, can't be this Director, this made Tang Xiaoping completely break down.

Fang Ziye said: "Professor Tang, don't keep mentioning always letting me help this kind of thing, you and I peace no matter."

"If there are Orthopedics-related disease types needing consultation assistance, we also absolutely will not refuse! ~"

Seeing Fang Ziye so ruthless, Tang Xiaoping said: "Hmph, Professor Fang truly lives up to being Professor Fang! ~"

"For your own career prospects, willing to disregard patient life and death, single-mindedly only wanting to do research, truly Professor Fang! ~"

Fang Ziye let out a cold laugh: "In the end who disregards patient life and death, you and I know in our hearts."

"Professor Tang, we are all adults, adults going out to work, what's emphasized is having self-awareness."

"From the so many calls I've received, I can only make the guess that you and I both understand."

"Once or twice helping is a favor; exceeding three times, constantly calling is beyond the scope of favors."

"As for whether I do research or not? Also not your place Teacher Tang to PUA me; if you feel my technique is poor, in clinical work I haven't done my proper job well, you can go to Medical Affairs Department to report me! ~"

"You can go collect evidence."

"At least, currently speaking, I haven't done the thing of asking a certain professor from your department to come do our Trauma Surgery surgery."

"Of course I've asked for Vascular Surgery consultation, but adjusting deep vein thrombosis is originally your department's consultation business! ~"

Tang Xiaoping's mouth corner trembled: "Fang Ziye!"

"What are you pretending for? You just write a few papers, do a few surgeries, right?"

"You just published a few high-score papers, right? Speaking as if the whole world only you are invincible..."

"Call you a few times and you're impatient."

"What are you busy publishing papers for? Nature? Science?"

Fang Ziye's voice remained calm: "Nature and Science I both can't publish."

"I was just planning to submit to CA-A."

Tang Xiaoping naturally knew CA-A; as a doctor, it was impossible for him not to know the top medical journals: "Hah, just a messy review article, what are you putting on airs for?!"

"Over a review article?"

"Fang Ziye, let me tell you, your character is the problem!"

Fang Ziye said: "Mm, Professor Tang, thank you for your exhortation."

"If that's your understanding, you can keep thinking that way? What type of article I publish has nothing to do with you!"

"At least I haven't made things difficult for others repeatedly because of my own affairs."

Tang Xiaoping was so angry he directly hung up the phone; his right thumb and four fingers gripped the phone's frame hard, the contact pads gradually turning white.

He raised the phone high, about to smash it down.

However, after taking several deep breaths, Tang Xiaoping ultimately calmed down; his left hand clenched into a fist and slammed against the changing room cabinet door!

"I f**k your mother, is it your place to judge me?" Tang Xiaoping said, then kicked a scrub suit some surgeon had left on the floor flying.

The scrub suit flew a distance, then slid to a corner before stopping, rolled and folded into ridges...

At this moment Fang Ziye was downstairs in the community; seeing the call had been hung up, he looked at his phone screen, then raised his head to look at the slightly glaring streetlights.

His mood gradually settled.

Then he walked toward the elevator and did not turn back to the hospital.

Vascular Surgery knew the new campus had a Vascular Surgery Group, but had not dispatched a Chief Physician over; that was their specialty's choice.

It had nothing to do with Fang Ziye.

Although, last time because of his teacher's wife's father, Fang Ziye had a brief period of 'guilt'; but after careful thought, he also felt he had not wronged anyone.

Tang Xiaoping calmly accepted the 'glory' of leading a group and a department; he must bear all the pressure, risks, and burdens that come with this position.

Regardless of whether Tang Xiaoping forcibly demanded it himself or was placed here to be tempered, whether he has backing or not.

If he has backing, his backing had better find him a long-term patron so he can keep gilding his resume; otherwise, this 'Ward Director' won't last long.

"Why does our Trauma Surgery's Han Yuanxiao, a Chief Physician professor, feel uneasy on the Ward Director position, while you, a Tang Xiaoping, can be perfectly at ease?"

"Incompetent in office is tantamount to recklessly endangering lives."

"Self-inflicted evil, cannot live." After muttering to himself at the elevator mirror for a while, Fang Ziye walked out of the elevator very calmly and headed to his room.

Fang Ziye had just returned to his computer when Nie Mingxian brought good news: "Ziye, our first three phases of clinical trial results are out; the statistical indicators match the predictions exactly."

"In that case, can we add the statistics column, fill the data into the discussion section, and submit?"

The clinical trial started in October; it just so happened to complete three phases before the New Year.

This year's New Year's Day only had one day off; currently it's already January 8th. Plus Fang Ziye and the others have been conducting weekly statistical analysis of the data results; therefore the current statistical results are already out.

As for the paper writing, the overall framework, Jie Han and Luo Tingzhu had already finalized the draft in November; now it just needs polishing.

"Then fill it in first; after filling, everyone double-checks internally; if no problem, we can submit."

"CA-A's editorial department receives a huge number of submissions daily; we submit early so others don't finalize and then have to withdraw, delaying their work efficiency." Fang Ziye nodded.

Top journals like CA-A and Nature are actually competitive; first you must guarantee the baseline quality; after surpassing what they consider baseline quality, they select the best for publication.

Top journal space is extremely limited; it's very possible that your article quality meets the publication standard, but because a higher-quality article appears, you get squeezed out.

Moreover, with the development of the times, the competition for such top journals is extremely fierce now.

Research types and output volumes that could publish in top journals over a decade ago definitely wouldn't meet publication standards today.

Peers worldwide are in internal competition.

Academic internal competition is endless; you never know what other teams can involute into.

"Then fill in the data; Tian Luo is still very thoughtful; he made a statistical template mini-program months ago; now just put the data in and it can be analyzed per the previous standards."

"Except for subgroup classification analysis, which still needs Tian Luo to personally oversee." Nie Mingxian laughed very happily.

The Bone Tumor Microcirculation Instrument Chemotherapy Project, from proposal defense to now, hasn't actually taken that long — only eight months.

Compared to other teams' super projects, often five years or even ten to twenty years, this timeline is already very short.

But no one doesn't hope it can have a good result and be made public.

Theoretical framework is the prototype; animal experiments are early accumulation; clinical trials are the baseline.

Only after passing through these thresholds can it properly begin slow clinical application, and then follow up on long-term prognosis.

This experience is not one bit easier than a woman's ten-month pregnancy and childbirth!

Therefore, everyone's expectations and enthusiasm for producing results are also very high.

Luo Tingzhu held up her milk tea and asked with a smile: "Senior Brother, Brother Nie, does this mean our project can be preliminarily concluded?"

"At least we won't have to think about it day and night anymore; subsequent result processing can also be less frantic?"

Nie Mingxian nodded: "Of course it is!"

"Up to now, our investment process can be considered concluded; next is the harvest season, and not just one harvest, but continuous harvests."

"Just the animal experiment results alone can be divided into 1-year prognosis follow-up, three-year..."

"Let alone the clinical project; even twenty years from now, we can still eat the benefits of this project!"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye discovered that the data portion he was responsible for had been privately handled by Luo Tingzhu.

Fang Ziye didn't say much more; just looked at Nie Mingxian and said: "Brother Nie, then the pure chemotherapy project ends here!"

"For the subsequent bone tumor interventional therapy, bone tumor vascular standard model, induction therapy, let's pause about a week and then restart, okay?"

"Should give ourselves a break too."

Nie Mingxian naturally agreed: "Of course!"

"Only now do I realize Liao Jia is really smart; he took the bucket and ran early."

"Credit can't miss him, fame can't miss him; we still have to help him wrap up and do work for him — that's the smart person's choice."

"Look, he went traveling for nearly two months, got married, and now the kid's probably almost here."

Liao Jia's flash marriage was no secret among them, and Jie Han asked curiously, "Brother Nie, where did Teacher Liao end up settling?"

"Did he go to Peking Union Medical College Hospital?"

"Did Teacher Liao's wife come back too?"

Nie Mingxian and Liao Jia were good friends; he nodded and said, "Liao Jia never went abroad, and he didn't get any awards either. He didn't publish many papers before, and he sold off all his patents."

"So his indentured contract is easy to sign."

"As for whether he settled at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, that's unknown for now, but his wife's contract won't be so easy to sign."

"She should be able to get a Hubei Province C-level or Han City B-level talent introduction, still going through the promotion process."

"But they're not short on money, so they can afford to wait."

"Right now they're newlyweds, all lovey-dovey; thinking about work would be abnormal. Two days ago they flew off to the Maldives again..."

Nie Mingxian said this, envious yet also asking, "Can you guys go out and have fun?"

"I don't have leave, and Liu Guo can't get leave either. If her contribution isn't enough, she's very likely to be cleaned out. Lately she's been working like crazy."

"After all, she spent all those years in Breast and Thyroid Surgery."

Fang Ziye heard this and said in a low voice, "Doesn't our clinical project's contribution count for her?"

Nie Mingxian nodded frankly, "Ziye, do you think it should count? Although she's my wife, she joined halfway."

"This isn't an 'entrepreneurial team'; if she counts, then your little assistant should count too."

"Sigh, a sanatorium, that's just how it is — the most snobbish place there is." Nie Mingxian started complaining.

Luo Tingzhu heard this and laughed, "Brother Nie, careful you don't get investigated."

"You're saying this in the sanatorium dormitory."

Nie Mingxian said, "It's true though. Dean Li Yongjun, Vice Dean Song Libo, and Vice Dean Pang Longshan — those few practically wrote the word 'snobbish' into the sanatorium's charter."

"And they won't let me talk?"

"Who, when they entered the sanatorium, hasn't been told: 'If you can stay, stay; if you can't, scram'?"

Luo Tingzhu heard this and shook her head.

Fang Ziye also shook his head.

Jie Han shook his head even more.

Nie Mingxian suddenly realized he was the joke: "Holy crap... Ziye, you're still a sanatorium clique..."

Fang Ziye stood up at this moment, leisurely brewing himself a pot of tea.

Since they were all on the same team, Fang Ziye calmly accepted the fact that his work was covered by others and he had become a "drag."

"Brother Nie? What do you mean 'still'?"

"That's not how you put it." Fang Ziye was a bit unhappy.

Nie Mingxian had to peel off his "joke" label, at least change the subject: "Aren't you an academic clique at Zhongnan Hospital? Aren't you an academic clique in your Trauma Surgery?"

"Fang Ziye, look at your Trauma Surgery people — which one isn't close to you?"

Fang Ziye thought carefully; counting from Yuan Weihong, or from himself, the people retained in Orthopedics in recent years — Trauma Surgery seems to have quite a few.

The previous 'Wang Yuanqi', now Fang Ziye, Li Yuanpei, Xiong Jinhuan...

Wang Yuanqi was forced out by his own teacher, but he did stay at the hospital at least.

In the future, Jie Han and Lan Tianluo will definitely join this hospital with unstoppable qualifications; no one would let them be poached by others.

Fang Ziye said frankly, "I recommend the worthy without avoiding relatives! ~"

"I didn't pull strings either; if others can beat them, let them go ahead. I have no objection."

Nie Mingxian said, "Beat a fart."

"Right now their accumulation at retention time is much stronger than when you, Fang Ziye, were retained. How can others beat them? You really think they're shit-stirrers? That way you guys..."

Fang Ziye hurriedly interrupted, "Brother Nie, this is a video conference, not us drinking privately. Still need to watch your quality."

Fang Ziye noticed Luo Tingzhu, though her ears weren't red, was still a bit uncomfortable. She thought and asked, "How about I leave first, go write a paper, you guys continue chatting?"

Fang Ziye checked the time; it was only 10:20, still early, so he nodded.

"Tingzhu, you rest early too."

Luo Tingzhu didn't reply, actively ending the video conference.

So only three big men were left.

After Luo Tingzhu hung up, Jie Han thought carefully, then said, "Brother Nie, speaking objectively, you can't discard facts."

"Just on professional basic skills, Lan Tianluo and I are very capable in our class, okay?"

Nie Mingxian said playfully, "Then let Ziye go to Bone Disease Department for a few years and see? See if you, Jie Han, get beaten by your Bone Disease Department classmates until you suspect life."

Fang Ziye spoke, tone calm: "Jie Han, don't argue with Brother Nie. He's someone who's been beaten by society."

"You don't have that experience."

Nie Mingxian instinctively retorted, "When did I?"

But immediately, Nie Mingxian realized Fang Ziye meant Li Yongjun's matter. Li Yongjun was doing very well at Peking Union Medical College Hospital too.

But just because he was saddled with a research project he couldn't complete, the result was being 'openly' squeezed out — everything he should've gotten, he couldn't get.

As for Nie Mingxian himself, he dropped out before because of his father; when he went for a PhD again, Peking Union Medical College Hospital's ecology had changed, and he had to live under others.

Nie Mingxian didn't want to betray, so he naturally couldn't integrate into the later Peking Union Vascular Surgery.

Nie Mingxian broke defense: "Fang Ziye, don't be like this, okay? If you talk like this, we can't even be friends."

"Brother Nie, having experience is a good thing. We can't understand that state of mind!" Fang Ziye was being scoundrelly.

Nie Mingxian started standing up cursing: "Fang Ziye, your grandpa! ~"

"You tm, I only now know you're this kind of person. You're a fake gentleman, a pure scoundrel. One morning you gain power and start cocking your tail."

"You really are a scoundrel."

Fang Ziye now probably couldn't understand what it felt like to be beaten down by society, because Fang Ziye was now flourishing.

Even if from now on Fang Ziye had no achievements at all, Fang Ziye's future would still be a smooth road.

Let alone being at the same level, even professors ten levels higher than Fang Ziye, professors fifteen years older than Fang Ziye, wouldn't dare say their accumulation was much thicker than Fang Ziye's.

Then, whatever they could get, Fang Ziye could also get safely and soundly! ~

Fang Ziye slowly picked up his teacup: "What? Brother Nie, didn't I tell you I want to directly apply for the Distinguished Youth project?"

"I never told you that a teacher from the National Natural Science Foundation Committee sent me a message asking me to apply for a project, right?"

"I didn't say that, did I?"

At this, let alone Nie Mingxian thinking Fang Ziye was going too far, even Jie Han thought Fang Ziye's mouth was a bit full of shit!

Nie Mingxian "calmed" down, gritting his teeth, voice calm: "Fang Ziye, I cannot offend Auntie."

"But if I went back to thirty years ago, I would have Uncle and Auntie shoot you against the wall."

"Little scoundrel, I'm not discussing swords on Mount Hua with you anymore, I'm leaving." Nie Mingxian calmly hung up the video call.

The final scene, he was still smiling like a flower.

The last few sentences, Nie Mingxian was even less hysterical.

Jie Han was picking his ears, scratching around in the folds of his auricle: "Senior Brother, I feel that what you just said was a bit too much."

Fang Ziye heard this and calmly said: "That's because you don't understand, Jie Han."

"Now Professor Li Yongjun has returned to the sanatorium, Liao Jia is very likely to go to Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Nie Mingxian is not you, and even less is he Lan Tianluo."

"If I don't take some more extreme measures, he might quit and run tomorrow, and I don't want our team to just fall apart like that."

"Although I now have some cooperation and overlap with Professor Li, after all, cooperation with Professor Li is with Professor Li."

"What if Wu Xuanqi secretly instigates Liao Jia to poach Nie Mingxian?"

"You have to think clearly, how did Big Brother Liao Jia come to our team!"

Nie Mingxian dug him out!

And Fang Ziye never felt that his private friendship with Nie Mingxian surpassed that of Wu Xuanqi and Nie Mingxian.

When Jie Han looked thoughtful, Fang Ziye added again: "Wu Xuanqi is a friend who witnessed Nie Mingxian's most down-and-out period and accompanied him through his most down-and-out period, closer than blood brothers."

"Don't look at them bickering now."

"But I tell you, when Nie Mingxian left Enshi Central Hospital, Wu Xuanqi, for Nie Mingxian to leave smoothly, could even abandon his basic bottom line."

"A person needs face, a tree needs bark."

"Can you abandon your own bottom line of being human for a few people?"

"You've gotten along with Wu Xuanqi for so long, how many times have you seen him violate the basic moral line?"

One thing Fang Ziye had to admit was that he was a bit fond of Nie Mingxian, not only because of the other's skill, but also because of his temperament, and their interaction mode could be very good.

This could also be considered a kind of soulmate.

"Senior Brother, then you speaking like that just now, won't it only make Big Brother Nie Mingxian angrier?" Jie Han asked.

"Not necessarily!"

Fang Ziye shook his head: "This matter is relative."

"Just like, you, Jie Han, to outsiders, also look kind and approachable, your truest side, you only show to the people closest to you."

"Nie Mingxian is very clear that me saying that just now was not treating him as a person."

"It's also what I want to say."

"When you don't treat another person as a person, either they are your best friend, or they are the person you hate most."

"How many friends have you seen who have to think three times before speaking when talking, and even hold a pen to write down what should be said and what shouldn't be said?"

"And!"

"In Big Brother Nie Mingxian's heart, there has always been a seed buried. This seed has nothing to do with how much money is earned."

"It has to do with the professional achievements and scientific honors that can be reached."

"Not just treating diseases and saving people..." Fang Ziye analyzed.

Jie Han heard this and nodded: "Senior Brother, although you analyzed very well, I still feel that analyzing another person so deeply..."

"There must be something sought, and during interaction, there is more or less some ulterior motive."

"Such a relationship cannot last long."

After listening, Fang Ziye's smile stiffened slightly, and he fell silent instantly.

After thinking for a while, Fang Ziye slowly nodded: "You're right, I will definitely pay attention next time."

Fang Ziye did not deny that his personal ability was very top-notch, whether in research level or clinical level, bringing a few Nie Mingxians was no problem.

But things related to skill all have objective standards.

Only interpersonal relationships and the depth of interaction have no scale.

If you once quantify it in another way, then there is something sought, that is, there is an ulterior motive!

A relationship built on such a mindset is definitely unhealthy.

Jie Han saw Fang Ziye's expression was so heavy, and felt he might have spoken too heavily, and said again: "Senior Brother, actually there is no need to be so serious!"

"After all, Big Brother Nie Mingxian and Big Brother Liao Jia are people of their age, with their past experiences, they have their own growth lines."

"We are not of the same age."

"Even if we were of the same age, we didn't gather, so our timelines definitely cannot intersect leisurely."

After listening, Fang Ziye felt Jie Han had changed a bit: "Who did you hear all this from? What books have you been reading lately?"

Jie Han said with a smile: "Master taught me."

After hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately chose to hang up the video call, and then closed the computer box lid.

Fang Ziye rubbed his eyes hard with both hands.

After taking several heavy deep breaths, he lifted his head again.

An inexplicable emotion tangled in his heart, and he murmured, "Master, have things between us already reached this step?"

Fang Ziye always remembered a saying: when you feel that a certain relationship of yours is getting along extremely harmoniously, you must be cautious — it might be the other party leading you along.

Or rather, the other party is tolerating everything about you, revolving around you.

Or the other party's realm is far higher than yours, so it makes you feel exceptionally comfortable, even at ease, when interacting with them.

But even after understanding this point, Fang Ziye seemed unable to find a suitable solution.

He also had no way to help Yuan Weihong break through himself and once again reach a level more awesome than his own!

Even so, although Fang Ziye wanted to let Yuan Weihong reach the "National Treasure Doctor" level he dreamed of, it was a luxury wish, constantly in the process of trying.

Perhaps one day Yuan Weihong really reaches that step, only to discover the gap with his own realm is still very far — how would Fang Ziye clean up that disappointment then?

It seems there is no way to clean it up either.

Because an objective fact Fang Ziye cannot change is that Yuan Weihong is his teacher, his Master, and he is striving to fulfill the role a Master should fulfill.

He wants to fulfill the role a Master should fulfill...

Fang Ziye also cannot stop his steps and not walk on.

The time arrived at ten forty in the evening.

Fang Ziye's phone rang again, interrupting Fang Ziye's thoughts.

Fang Ziye picked it up and saw it was Wang Qiang from Vascular Surgery calling.

Fang Ziye took a deep breath, chose to answer, and before he could speak, Wang Qiang's voice came first: "Professor Fang, I'm Wang Qiang, Tang Ge asked me to call you."

"The situation in the operating room is very bad right now — can you please come over?"

Fang Ziye listened, and his heart stirred.

He replied: "Okay, things on my end are also handled, I'll come right away! ~"

"Still the same operating room as before?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Yes, Professor Fang."

Fang Ziye put down the teacup, pocketed his phone, and hurried off.

As before, he took an electric scooter straight to the operating room doorway, and after paying the twelve yuan moving fee again, Fang Ziye resolved in his heart: tomorrow he must go pick up a car himself!

It's not that he can't afford the moving fee, but it's not cost-effective.

The current Fang Ziye naturally couldn't bother with whether it was cost-effective or not; he hurried into the operating room, washed his hands, put on his gown, and rushed to the operating table.

Tang Xiaoping did not tell others about the previous unpleasantness between the two, nor did he throw a tantrum because of the previous matter; instead, after Fang Ziye approached the operating table, he quickly explained what had been done so far.

The patient's condition is truly very bad!

Splenic contusion, the pancreas also crushed into a lacerated contusion; besides organ injury, there is also a steel frame retained inside the patient's body!

Although the blood loss is not as severe as that previous "special" patient, the potential bleeding risk is very high; steel fragments and steel plates inside the patient's body — no one dares to move rashly.

Some steel fragments are embedded into the liver surface, tearing through the diaphragmatic area.

Fang Ziye also spent a full three to four minutes reading through these surface signs; after finishing, he took a deep breath and glanced toward Tang Xiaoping.

Tang Xiaoping said: "Professor Fang, with this situation, is there still a chance to snatch a try?"

"I'm just afraid one move will affect the whole body."

Fang Ziye's brows furrowed tightly, he closed his eyes: "Wait a moment, the situation is very complex now, I need to sort out my thoughts! ~"

After Fang Ziye spoke, he began stepping back: "Brother Qiang, trouble you to bring me a few sheets of paper and pens."

Textbooks are textbooks, papers are papers, cases are cases.

Patients encountered in clinical practice — few get sick according to textbooks; emergency is even more so, all kinds of strange cases.

Even if Fang Ziye's basic skills are excellent and his hemostasis technique strong, at this moment he cannot know at a glance how to handle the current situation.

The steel frame pierced straight in, and there are numerous steel fragments.

"The patient's surface bleeding is not severe for now; the steel frame — don't move it temporarily, I need to think carefully." Fang Ziye said to Tang Xiaoping.

Fang Ziye was explaining to the other party that he wasn't putting on airs, let alone holding a grudge over the previous unpleasant call, but truly trying to find a way.

As Fang Ziye stepped back, Professor Deng Haibo and Professor Wu Yong from Vascular Surgery of this hospital happened to step open the foot-operated automatic sensor door from outside the operating room.

The two reverently held up their hands and walked to the operating table; Professor Deng Haibo immediately shuddered all over, his buttocks unconsciously twitching under muscle contraction.

Professor Wu Yong also instantly sucked in a sharp breath.

"How did this happen?"

"Car accident, other details unknown!" Tang Xiaoping answered first, then called out: "Professor Wu, Professor Deng, this situation is too complex."

"That's why we're troubling you."

After Deng Haibo finished his buttock twitching, he saw Fang Ziye had already stepped down; he instinctively let out an "eh," then saw clearly Fang Ziye was drawing diagrams and began approaching Fang Ziye's side.

He didn't even care about his freshly washed and disinfected hands, directly wiping them on his body.

"Professor Fang, wasn't it said you had no time to come?"

"Didn't disturb your work, did I?" Deng Haibo's tone was still very polite.

Each profession has its specialty; Fang Ziye is a Trauma Surgery doctor, Vascular Surgery diseases are not his obligation.

As a clinical doctor, as a Zhongnan Hospital professor, the hospital and school have assigned him research tasks — Fang Ziye naturally has pressure.

Fang Ziye helping Vascular Surgery is a favor, but letting his own favor affect Fang Ziye's career — there's no such logic.

"Our team's other people have already finished handling things; I've been running to the operating room every day recently, can't keep up with progress." Fang Ziye paused his pen slightly, eyes narrowing.

Worry covered his face.

Fang Ziye swore, his brain juice was about to be squeezed out right now.

His thinking, anchored on a Level 7 skill, numerous Level 6 skills, and very thick theory, had become extremely thick.

Theory being thorough is a good thing, but when facing a problem, there are too many lines of thought, making it quite messy.

And to find a way that he feels is most suitable and most stable to remove the steel frame, while also keeping the patient alive, is not easy.

There is no reference system; this requires Fang Ziye to crush the entire framework of basic vascular surgery techniques and reorganize them for analysis!

For this patient, if Fang Ziye slackened a bit and directly told Deng Haibo to stop saving him, that would be only human!

Every top-tier hospital encounters many incurable disease types every day.

When the patient arrives, the only thing that can be done is wait to die.

Many patients in the emergency room die because they belong to such extreme "special cases"!

Unable to find a standard reference system for treatment, a treatment plan must be designed separately for him...

Big Brother, the line between life and death for emergency patients is just a matter of a few minutes.

One can only seek experience among constantly piling death cases; only after experiencing thousands or even tens of thousands of death cases can one possibly advance a few steps...

This must also be a similar trauma direction; but if the types of trauma differ, it must be reorganized again.

Life is sometimes tenacious, sometimes just this fragile!

Seeing Fang Ziye's pained expression, Deng Haibo also felt somewhat reluctant, swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva hard, and as a professor, said in a low voice: "Ziye, since it's not easy to handle, then don't handle it! ~"

Asking people for help also has its limits.

If this were something others could easily help with, naturally one could openly ask others for help.

But if the other party feels it is very difficult, even extremely painful, and you still demand it, then you are driving them to death.

It's like borrowing money; you can't borrow someone into ruin.

"Wait a bit longer." Fang Ziye knew Deng Haibo had actively declared the patient's death.

If Fang Ziye hadn't come, such a time point would probably be delayed a while, or Deng Haibo and Wu Yong would try a round.

Alive is alive, dead is dead.

But Fang Ziye came after all.

As the saying goes, since you've come, you've come.

If nothing is done, then it's truly a wasted trip.

After Wu Yong looked at the situation on the operating table, he walked over: "Deng Haibo, this isn't easy to remove."

"Neither side is easy to remove; the whole board is jammed in! ~"

"And there's a penetrating injury to a solid organ; if the organs are smashed during removal, that's still a death."

Although Deng Haibo was the director of Vascular Surgery, Wu Yong was the Old Director, so he didn't deliberately call Deng Haibo Director Deng, but was truly discussing with Deng Haibo.

"Yes, no matter how you disassemble it, it's a problem." Deng Haibo said.

"And there's damage to the large artery; now locally, because of the interlocking pressure, there isn't too much bleeding."

"The upper side cut is below the thoracic aorta; this position isn't good for temporary clamping hemostasis."

"Unless the speed is very fast." Deng Haibo's brain was also a bit fried.

And his fried was the kind of being fried until dizzy and disoriented; he couldn't even sort out his thoughts, as if every path he thought of was a dead end.

After Wu Yong and Deng Haibo said these few sentences, they didn't continue, afraid of disturbing Fang Ziye's train of thought, and also afraid of continuing to put pressure on Fang Ziye.

Of course, the two didn't just stand around Fang Ziye waiting for Fang Ziye's opinion, but continued to come to the operating table side, turning around and around, striving to find a glimmer of hope.

Or at some moment, directly announce forced removal and gamble once.

Dead is dead.

Clinical practice cannot avoid death; every hospital cannot avoid death; there aren't several hospitals where no one dies one day!

"Beep beep beep beep! ~"

Reality doesn't wait for preparation; when Fang Ziye and the others still had no ideas, the anesthesia monitor alarmed first.

"The patient is in shock." The anesthesiologist's voice was cold. (Chapter End)