Chapter 751: Medical Academic Tyrant Chapter 748 Medical Development Conference!

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

"Knock knock knock! ~" Tang Sai knocked and pushed open the door to the Doctor's Rest Room, seeing Fang Ziye and Li Yuanpei chatting and laughing, and politely said: "Ziye, are you receiving guests? Then I'll come back later."

Tang Sai pulled the door shut again.

Li Yuanpei merely froze for two seconds before a numb sensation spread through his cerebral cortex, and he immediately stood up and walked out of the rest room: "Professor Tang, Teacher Tang..."

"I and Industry Brother were just chatting casually." Li Yuanpei's voice grew fainter and fainter.

Fang Ziye shook his head and smiled. Although he had long known that Tang Sai was a very interesting person in private, Fang Ziye had previously only faced Tang Sai's side as "Teaching Director," so he felt Tang Sai had always been very serious.

Actually, there were rumors that if it weren't for Yuan Weihong in Orthopedics, Tang Sai could be called the King of Clowns.

It was just that after reaching the Associate Professor level, Tang Sai gradually paid attention to his status and rarely joked anymore.

Fang Ziye stood up, and after Tang Sai pushed the door open again, he said: "Teacher Tang, let's go talk in the opposite Inpatient General Office."

Yuan Weihong, who had already finished rounds, had already left. Fang Ziye came back only to clean up the mess, and Fang Ziye still had to meet people, so Yuan Weihong didn't take Fang Ziye away.

Otherwise he would definitely have to take Fang Ziye home for a couple of drinks.

"That works too." Tang Sai nodded.

Tang Sai was two years older than Yuan Weihong, thirty-nine this year, tall and thin, with a face like a jade crown. Judging by appearance alone, in Orthopedics he was still quite a looker.

After the two entered the Inpatient General Office, Tang Sai merely glanced around a few times, then took the initiative to add tea leaves, while saying: "Ziye, I certainly don't consider myself an outsider."

"Teacher Tang, of course."

Fang Ziye put the lid on the water kettle, then took two bottles of drinks from the refrigerator: "Teacher Tang, do you want coffee or pure tea?"

"Get me a bottle of jasmine."

Tang Sai didn't dwell on details, quickly steering the topic back to the main point: "Ziye, I've already told Director Du, and Director Du agreed."

Fang Ziye and Tang Sai sat down together, and Fang Ziye placed both hands squarely on his knees: "Teacher Tang, actually, you bringing up this kind of thing today, I feel extremely extremely surprised."

"After all, Joint Surgery is incredibly rich."

Among the many sub-specialties of Orthopedics, Joint Surgery's consumables are the most expensive.

Once upon a time, Orthopedics' Joint Surgery was the true Orthopedic Aristocrat. Even with centralized procurement now, the selling price of artificial joint prostheses in Joint Surgery is still super high!

Speaking of making money, even a doctor from half of Trauma Surgery can't compare to a Joint Surgery doctor.

But, in the academic circle and the Jianghu, one cannot judge heroes solely by making money. Otherwise, the Academy of Sciences of Eastern Han would already be full of bosses.

Hearing this, Tang Sai was slightly embarrassed, but his expression quickly calmed: "Ziye, others joking a few times is one thing, but you, the richest man in our Hospital's Orthopedics, saying this is too sarcastic."

Originally, being a doctor couldn't earn much money. Even if you developed new technology, there wasn't much money-making ability.

For example, Fang Ziye's Mangled Extremity Limb Salvage Surgery and Functional Reconstruction Surgery only made Fang Ziye's Jianghu status very high.

But the improvement and widespread use of the Microcirculation Instrument, this kind of practical patent, directly let Fang Ziye sit firmly in the "richest man" position.

"Ziye, let's not probe each other anymore, let's just be direct."

"From now on, Big Brother I'll follow you and mix around, take any beating, take any scolding, do any work, bear any resentment. Our Joint Surgery doctors can also endure hardship." Tang Sai knew that once he lowered his head, he might as well keep lowering it.

Don't keep worrying about picking up dignity that never fell in the first place.

Admiration for strength is the essence of social development, not 'lowly'!

Fang Ziye withdrew his joking expression and asked: "Teacher Tang, if you come to the New Campus, you must lead a separate group."

"Otherwise, I can't explain it to others."

Hearing this, Tang Sai frowned slightly: "Ziye, although it's routine for Deputy Chief Physicians to lead groups at the New Campus, I didn't go there to lead a group."

"You don't need to balance for the sake of balancing. If you're afraid someone will gossip about you, point them out, and I'll be responsible for explaining."

Tang Sai had previously followed Fang Ziye and mixed around; he hadn't independently branched out from Professor Du Xinzhan's group.

Fang Ziye knew Tang Sai was still probing, so he said more directly: "Teacher Tang, you've misunderstood again."

"I'm asking you to split off a group mainly for these few purposes."

"First, there are too many established beds at the New Campus. A group with twenty-plus beds is still too cumbersome, and patient turnover will be longer than surgical volume."

"This is a disguised waste. Therefore, streamlining the group's internal structure is inevitable."

A group at the New Ward has twenty-plus beds. Fang Ziye, at most, has only three surgery days a week, performing about ten surgeries.

If a major surgery comes up, he can only do six or seven. Twenty-one beds are all full, and when patients are hospitalized, Fang Ziye needs about three weeks to digest them.

Then the time patients wait in line for hospitalization is too long.

Post-surgery patients are hospitalized for a week and then discharged.

According to this number, having fifteen or sixteen excess beds in the group is best, and is the best resource allocation. This was carefully calculated by Li Yuanpei, not Fang Ziye pretending to be generous.

The other groups are of a similar nature.

Sixty-four established beds, split into four groups, would be relatively more scientific.

"Second, Teacher Tang, since we two are sitting here privately, I won't beat around the bush anymore."

"After you come to our New Campus, you can have your own ideas, or we can do some things together."

"Wang Zongkai, Teacher Ceng Duoqin, we interact this way."

Tang Sai's eye sockets gradually widened, nearly splitting: "You take three at once?"

Fang Ziye pursed his lips and smiled: "Teacher Tang, you don't need to dwell on the specific number. I have arrangements in mind."

"I'll also control the rhythm well, and there won't be any disconnection!"

Tang Sai looked at Fang Ziye's completely unrestrained smile, his mouth corners split wide, air rushing inward with an intense turbulent hiss as it passed through the gaps in his teeth.

"Ah this~~" Tang Sai was speechless, and his mouth began to move involuntarily.

Fang Ziye didn't need to put on an act in front of Tang Sai, so he said directly: "Teacher Tang, I'm not painting cakes for you or anything. Actually, I don't have the necessity to do that kind of thing anymore."

"Actually, I've long thought about finding a teacher more proficient in Joint Surgery to discuss Limb Salvage Surgery issues together."

"It's just that I've always been busy, and also haven't found a suitable candidate."

"Let me say something not pleasant to hear — many teachers in Joint Surgery are quite High Cold..."

"After all, they have money."

"So originally I wasn't planning to do this short-term, but I didn't expect you'd bring it up proactively. Since there's a need, let's do it together."

"Limb Salvage Surgery is definitely the major Direction for Orthopedics' future development, and the team needed for this Limb Salvage Surgery must be multi-faceted! ~"

"The internal MDT composition of Orthopedics is also the necessary Reorganization for Limb Salvage Surgery development."

Fang Ziye's tone had no contempt, no frivolity, and certainly no arrogance — listening to it wouldn't make people feel prickly.

Hearing this, Tang Sai nodded calmly: "Limb Salvage Surgery is indeed a hot topic. Many large hospitals are laying groundwork for it."

"But the most urgent Limb Salvage Surgery is still Emergency-related."

"For example Burns, Mangled Extremity..."

"Next are some Foundation Diseases, like Diabetic Foot, Rheumatoid Arthritis..."

"Ziye, which Direction are you planning to advance in?"

A Patient facing possible Amputation — in the vast majority of cases it's these few Directions, belonging to Orthopedics' most Basic Theoretical Knowledge.

Severe Infection, irreparable Damage, Malignant Tumor, severe peripheral Blood Vessel Disease, congenital Deformity, Diabetic Foot, etc.

Fang Ziye said: "Teacher Tang, my thinking is this — our Hospital has a foundation in Mangled Extremity Limb Salvage Surgery, so the next Direction to advance is peripheral Blood Vessel Disease and Diabetic Foot."

"But Diabetic Foot Limb Salvage Surgery matches Hand Surgery exceptionally well — this sub-branch falls under Wang Zongkai's management."

"Congenital extreme Deformity harmonizes very well with Joint Surgery. Teacher Tang, if you're interested, you could admit some such Patients later."

"After admitting them, we'll discuss deeply."

"Of course, before admitting, we also need to grind things out properly — which Deformity to start from..."

Fang Ziye wasn't painting cakes, but very directly guided the Topic into specific Disease Types.

Orthopedics' Mangled Extremity has quite high incidence — after all, High Violence injuries are Very Many now.

But equally, Orthopedics' other Disease Type quantities are also Not Few.

In Eastern Han with 1.4 billion population, every Disease Type's Patient Quantity counts in millions.

Even divided across thirty-odd provinces, there are tens of thousands of Patients.

Around 8 o'clock, Tang Sai walked out of the Orthopedics Building with Fang Ziye. When Tang Sai left, his smile was exceptionally radiant.

"Ziye, you're truly our Orthopedics' Fortune Star."

"How did you grow So Fast?"

"Or was it that we realized Too Late." Tang Sai indirectly apologized to Fang Ziye.

For a Long Period before, Joint Surgery treated Fang Ziye as a 'Competitor'. Recalling those thoughts now, they were truly too childish.

With Fang Ziye's current vision and Accumulation, he fundamentally doesn't put the Zhongnan Hospital Orthopedics Chief Director position in his heart.

For Fang Ziye, whether he holds it or not doesn't matter at all. Fang Ziye's Pursuit has long Surpassed some Orthopedics position inside the Hospital.

The irony is, Professor Du Xinzhan and he, once upon a time, both treated Fang Ziye as the "Orthopedics Administrative Chief Director" imaginary enemy.

"Teacher Tang, whenever you start on the Path, it's Not Late."

"Also hope when Opportunity is Suitable, you'll pass a message to Teacher Du for me — say Fang Ziye thanks him for his Generosity."

"At Least, all along this Path I've come, Teacher Du has Taken Care of me quite a bit, didn't make things difficult for me, and even gave full Resource Tilt."

"I'm a Nostalgic person, won't forget my Roots." Fang Ziye said.

Hearing this, Tang Sai laughed casually: "Ziye, you bringing this up now is a bit affected."

"Say something Realistic — currently, the Hospital Cultivated you, you've paid it all back, and even better than others."

"But this sentence, I'll help deliver to Director Du."

While the two chatted like this, they heard two people's voices, which mentioned Fang Ziye —

This made Tang Sai and Fang Ziye both prick up their ears involuntarily, pausing their steps slightly.

"This Fang Ziye is just a doctor, right? How could he mess you up like this?" The speaker was a Middle-aged woman.

The responder was a Middle-aged man, his voice and expression Desolate: "At first I thought like you too — no matter how he is, isn't he just a doctor?"

"So now I'm about to be put on the Cold Bench very soon."

"And the Direct cause of all this is just that I made one extra phone call — you say, laughable or not?"

The Middle-aged woman should be the man's wife, her Tone slightly higher: "On what grounds? How can he have such big airs?"

"No, I'm going to find him to reason with him. Too bullying."

"Stop! ~" The Middle-aged man's Tone rose several degrees.

"Don't harm me again!"

"I already know to be Afraid. Me not being taken away by Discipline Inspection Commission directly is already them leaving face."

"This is a Hard Bone. Background very big. Don't act recklessly." The Middle-aged man warned his wife.

"So what if background is big? Big background means they can Bully people casually? You didn't do any substantive thing either — just made a phone call and said a few words. You say you were drunk and confused?"

"Speaking is a crime now?"

"I'm going to find him! I'll go to his workplace tomorrow to find him." The woman felt Very Unfair.

"Don't make trouble, really! ~"

"The other party fundamentally doesn't put me in their eyes. If he really gets Disgusted, our family falls apart."

"Right now it's at least a lateral transfer, still can support the family, not starving to death — thank heaven and earth."

"If we stir more trouble, forget finding connections for Promotion — whether we can get out clean is unknown." The Middle-aged man's tone was bitter, and within the bitterness carried a Warning.

"If you don't want me to kill you directly, then really stop messing around."

"Look at what I've been messed into?"

"I thought at first I had found him a benefactor..."

Tang Sai's gaze looked at Fang Ziye very obscurely, with apprehension in his peripheral vision.

Fang Ziye's expression showed not the slightest fluctuation, continuing to walk slowly toward the Basic Medical College, their footsteps constantly crushing the dappled tree branch shadows.

After walking a distance, Fang Ziye said: "Teacher Tang, I don't know this person at all, I don't even know what he did, do you believe me?"

Fang Ziye's tone was sincere, his eyes clear and bright.

Tang Sai's muscles twitched more violently after hearing Fang Ziye's words, the sound of his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed saliva heavily: "I believe you, that means you're even more awesome than I thought! ~"

"Those who can make it out of the Military Region Yangyuan are truly transcending tribulation and ascending."

"The so-called ascension in our ordinary hospitals is at most kindergarten senior class level! ~"

Tang Sai really wanted to retort at this moment.

Why are you explaining?

You explained, isn't that just directly telling me you're even more awesome than I thought?

Tang Sai didn't know what the Military Region Yangyuan was like, nor did he know what kind of sanatorium Fang Ziye had been to.

But as the Teaching Director of Orthopedics, he had looked into Fang Ziye's family background.

If Fang Ziye truly had an extraordinary background, he wouldn't have been unknown and without any damn resources in the first few years of his master's.

A real connection household might not directly tell you to keep Fang Ziye hospitalized, but they would definitely tell you to tilt more "resources" toward him.

The way connections are used keeps 'changing its appearance' as society develops.

In this society now, no connection household would foolishly make a fuss during hospital recruitment anymore!

But those connection households truly intent on entering the hospital have long figured out the recruitment rules, using their connections to indirectly 'buy papers' and 'buy techniques.'

Papers others can't write, I pay a medical company to do experiments together and I write them.

Techniques others can't learn, I spend money, I use connections, I, an ordinary college undergraduate, am directly stuffed under a big professor at Peking Union Medical College Hospital to be cultivated for years.

When taking the postgraduate entrance exam, can your average 985/211 compare with my accumulation?

"Teacher Tang, let's not talk about this anymore, I actually feel quite wronged."

"I clearly went along with everything for him, but he directly called the Provincial Health Commission, naming me to be targeted, and even did a background check on me privately."

"You also know, my file isn't at our hospital now!" Fang Ziye said.

Tang Sai, hearing this, put away his previous shock, his expression grim: "This is completely without any bottom line?"

"Then he died not at all wrongly."

People who constantly try to target others, when targeted back, will not make anyone feel pity at all.

A pitiful person must have something hateful about them.

Time flows like water, in a blink it was three days later.

January 12th, Sunday, sunny, 2-4 degrees Celsius.

At seven twenty in the morning, Fang Ziye got off the treadmill at the hotel gym and started wiping sweat with his own towel.

His mobile phone rang at just that moment.

"Uncle Chen! ~" After wiping the sweat from beside his ear, Fang Ziye answered.

"Up yet? If you're up, start eating breakfast, then go to the conference room?" Chen Guangbai's voice was gentle, obviously he had been up for a while.

"Uncle Chen, I'll go upstairs to take a bath, we'll gather at thirty-five, find Professor Li and go to the cafeteria together." Fang Ziye walked toward the elevator outside the gym.

Chen Guangbai laughed: "Are you sure you want to stay with our sanatorium team, not with your orthopedics people?"

Fang Ziye said: "I'm not very familiar with the orthopedics teachers who came to attend the development conference this time! ~"

This year, Hubei Province's orthopedics only had three ginseng meetings.

One was Li Feng of Tongji Hospital Spine Surgery, the other was Yao Zhengwu of Peking Union Medical College Hospital Bone Tumor Specialty.

Fang Ziye had at least met Yao Zhengwu a few times, but as for Director Li Feng of Hubei Province Orthopedics Branch Society, he had not yet met him.

The other party didn't contact Fang Ziye, and Fang Ziye didn't take the initiative to disturb him.

"That's fine too, then you stay with us."

"Actually I'm more looking forward to you sitting on our side." Chen Guangbai smiled.

"The elevator arrived, I'll come down right away, take a bath, at most ten minutes." Fang Ziye reported.

At ten thirty-three, Fang Ziye dried his hair, put on a down jacket, and went out.

The team from the sanatorium was quite large: Surgical Group Leader Li Yongjun, Internal Medicine Group Leader Professor Yang Fenggen, Traditional Chinese Medicine Group's Professor Wang Qishan, Professor Cao Hexiang, and Chen Guangbai three people attended the meeting.

From this it can be seen, Enshi Yangyuan's traditional Chinese medicine strength, viewed across the whole province, is very weighty.

In comparison, the comprehensive strength of surgery and internal medicine might instead not be as distinctive as traditional Chinese medicine.

This is understandable, after all the traditional Chinese medicine group was raised by Chen Song alone, and Chen Song is a towering figure in the national traditional Chinese medicine world, so it's only natural to vigorously develop the traditional Chinese medicine group.

These people were all quite familiar with Fang Ziye, and after meeting they weren't too polite.

Professor Li Yongjun, after smilingly sizing up Fang Ziye, said: "Professor Fang, your spirit and energy are better than when you were at the sanatorium, it seems the teaching hospital is more suitable for doctors to recuperate!"

Fang Ziye, hearing this, smiled and nodded: "Professor Li, the cases in the teaching hospital naturally can't compare to the complexity and weirdness of the sanatorium."

"Fortunately, after slacking off for several months, I've finally made up for the spirit and energy I previously lacked, just sorry to trouble you professors."

Li Yongjun's forehead immediately tightened, once again putting pressure on Fang Ziye: "Professor Fang, you're after all our Surgical Group's Deputy Group Leader, when are you coming back?"

"Since you left, our surgical system's patient volume has plummeted, now Dean Song Libo and Group Leader Pang Longshan pua me every day, I'm under a lot of pressure too! ~"

Fang Ziye's expression was natural: "Professor Li, the capable take on more work, the greater the ability, the greater the pressure, Dean Song and Dean Pang surely have high hopes for Professor Li."

Chen Guangbai interjected at the right moment: "Professor Fang, what you said is correct."

"Maybe by the next time you see Professor Li, you'll have to change your name to Dean Li."

Fang Ziye was quite surprised upon hearing this.

Li Yongjun shook his head first: "I dare not accept that, Doctor Chen, don't tease me."

"Although the sanatorium needs a clinical doctor as dean, it's not my turn."

"Professor Yang of Internal Medicine, Professor Wang Qishan of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Group, and the newly arrived Professor Min of Anesthesiology are all far more excellent than me."

"We shouldn't make this kind of joke too often, lest others laugh at us."

Fang Ziye interjected: "Professor Li, when exactly can our Surgical Branch Hospital be completed and put into use?"

"If I hadn't heard that the Surgical Branch Hospital was moving to Han City, I would have gone back this month."

"After all, you know I'm almost getting married, the wedding is set for May, and we're still living apart in two places."

Fang Ziye put pressure on Li Yongjun, and it was completely without any trace of ps.

Previously, Fang Ziye had promised to return to Zhongnan Hospital, only promising to suppress 'Trauma Surgery', and had never thought about becoming the director of the new campus.

After all, at Zhongnan Hospital, it had been a long time since he encountered an interesting case, and it was inconvenient to research treatment methods for new disease types.

The knowledge points gained from performing one surgery were far inferior to those at the sanatorium.

It was just that Chen Guangbai said the Surgical Branch Hospital would move to Donghu.

"Professor Fang wants to return so much? Then how about I give you a transfer order, and you just go back with me tonight?" How could Li Yongjun possibly be afraid of Fang Ziye?

Fang Ziye first smiled awkwardly and apologetically.

It was all just a joke.

After the group finished breakfast, they came to the conference room of the office building.

The hotel they stayed at was an affiliated guesthouse of the Provincial Health Commission; it looked unimpressive, but the facilities inside were excellent.

Although it was far inferior to the hotel they stayed at in Jingdu, it was not inferior to outside four-star hotels.

The Provincial Medical Development Conference was not an academic conference in nature, so there were no invitation letters.

The attendees, besides experts from various industries within the province, were the big shots related to the Provincial Health Commission.

Since it was held in Han City, there were also many people from the Han City Health Commission system attending.

This kind of conference was actually quite formulaic.

It was mainly leaders speaking, leaders speaking, representatives speaking!

The whole morning was dull; in summary, it was about vigorously developing xxx, eradicating xxx, correcting xxx...

What Fang Ziye and the others could truly participate in and find interesting was the afternoon seminar, where the Provincial Medical Development Conference would be divided into various specialties, giving opportunities for free speech!

This kind of conference was somewhat similar to the mysterious conference Fang Ziye had attended before, but also different from it.

That conference assigned tasks, but the Provincial Medical Development Conference would not, nor did it dare to easily assign tasks.

To put it bluntly, a province's health system relied on these few people to prop up the scene and complete their "merits"; if the pressure was too great and people were worn out, what would the current leaders use to complete their "merits"?

Fang Ziye was bored to sleep by the morning session; after the meeting, he also took a short nap during his free time.

In the afternoon, at two twenty.

Only Li Yongjun and Fang Ziye walked into the Surgical Small Conference.

After the leaders were divided into different levels, only fifty or sixty people remained in the small conference room.

There were not many academicians in the delegation attending this conference.

But Academician Cheng Xiaoping of Surgery was attending, and at this moment he was surrounded by people exchanging pleasantries.

Li Yongjun also brought Fang Ziye over to say hello; after calling out Professor Cheng, Li Yongjun still intended to leave directly.

Unexpectedly, after Cheng Xiaoping spotted Fang Ziye, he directly turned around, reached out and pointed at Fang Ziye: "Fang Ziye, what are you running from?"

Professor Li Yongjun turned his body ninety degrees, somewhat stiffly, then twisted back.

Fang Ziye smiled and bowed slightly: "Professor Cheng, good afternoon."

Cheng Xiaoping stood up directly and went around the crowd: "Fang Ziye, don't move! ~"

"You little monkey, you absolutely must not move! ~" Cheng Xiaoping's steps were vigorous.

Fang Ziye's expression was actually a bit awkward; he knew why Cheng Xiaoping was so excited.

But at this moment, in front of so many people, Fang Ziye really couldn't run away: "Professor Cheng, please be careful."

Cheng Xiaoping quickly came to Fang Ziye's side, grabbed his shoulder and began to apply pressure, his tone icy: "You're playing with an old man like me, do you think it's very interesting?"

"Hmm?"

"You'd better not tell me you know nothing."

Fang Ziye understood instantly upon hearing this.

The information isolation curtain of Enshi Yangyuan could not block the eyes and ears of academician big shots, so Professor Cheng Xiaoping knew about him creating a prototype of the Liver Microcirculation Apparatus at Enshi Yangyuan.

"Professor Cheng, I didn't do it on purpose! ~"

"When you previously looked for me, I was indeed insignificant and had no energy." Fang Ziye explained, but his voice was somewhat pale.

"Then what about after?" Professor Cheng Xiaoping stood facing Fang Ziye.

"What's wrong, I found your doorstep, entered your place of residence, and you didn't think to come back and find me? You have such a big face?"

Cheng Xiaoping also seriously examined Fang Ziye's face: "Not that big?"

"Teacher Cheng, afterwards I didn't feel the timing was very appropriate, did I?" Fang Ziye replied in a low voice.

"Hmph, you think I care a lot about face and don't care about results, right?"

"Do you know how many months you've delayed? Enough to do how many things?"

Professor Cheng Xiaoping made a move to hit, but in the end still couldn't bear to strike: "Just mischievous, little monkey, likes to play with old people."

"Fang Ziye, let me tell you, the Liver Microcirculation Apparatus and Spleen Microcirculation Apparatus will definitely shine in Hepatobiliary, Splenic, and Pancreatic Surgery."

"It will also further redefine liver-preserving and spleen-preserving surgery."

Fang Ziye stood at attention, his gaze slightly lowered, and said, "Professor Cheng, my microcirculation instrument differs from the one you want to use in both direction and function."

"What do you care whether it's the same or different?"

"You wouldn't use it even if I let you." Cheng Xiaoping needled Fang Ziye with a remark, then took a deep breath.

He explained, "Fang Ziye, you're still young, so don't view any surgical technique through colored glasses; that's just your personal prejudice."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye decisively shook his head and nodded: "Teacher Cheng, I don't! ~"

Even if Fang Ziye harbored prejudice in his heart, he would not admit it.

Because of Academician Cheng Xiaoping's this "unintentional" action, Fang Ziye became the focus of the conference room.

Professor Li Yongjun then silently withdrew, not provoking any trouble.

Because he knew clearly, the reason Academician Cheng Xiaoping recognized him, Li Yongjun, was because the Hepatobiliary Surgery and Vascular Surgery departments at Tongji Hospital had been merged together; Academician Cheng Xiaoping must have heard his name from his peers in Vascular Surgery.

As for Fang Ziye, he was an unreasonable person who had activated a cheat; Li Yongjun would not compare connections with a cheater.

"Professor Fang..."

"Hello, Professor Fang."

"Professor Fang, add me on WeChat."

"Professor Fang, I've long heard of your great name, just never had the chance to meet." Quite a few people began to gather around Fang Ziye's side.

Regardless of Fang Ziye's age, those able to walk here at this moment, even if by connections, are all worthy of attention.

What's more, Fang Ziye didn't get in by connections.

Although young, he has walked to this step; making friends in advance has little downside, who knows when one might need to seek out Fang Ziye.

Facing so many big shots' good intentions, Fang Ziye also happily opened his phone's QR code and politely added them one by one.

Still that saying: connections are built through accumulation.

The attendees today are all top experts in various surgical fields; each specialty has at most two or three people, some minor specialties might only have a single lone representative.

For instance, the Burn Department had only one professor attending — isn't that someone standing at the provincial peak?

During this process, Fang Ziye also added Professor Li Feng of Spine Surgery on WeChat; Fang Ziye was merely unfamiliar with Li Feng, not that he didn't recognize him at all.

"Teacher Li Feng, I'm Fang Ziye, I've sent you the remark." Fang Ziye said politely.

Professor Li Feng was approaching sixty, the Director of Spine Surgery at Tongji Hospital: "Little Fang, good afternoon, let's gather more when free."

"Okay, Teacher Li."

After Fang Ziye finished adding WeChat, he discovered Old Professor Cheng Xiaoping had already returned to his seat; he hadn't deliberately "coerced" him just now, but casually gifted him a favor.

Fang Ziye then silently found his own seat and waited quietly.

The meeting hadn't started yet; the administration-related people had also all arrived, and even specially paid a visit to Old Professor Cheng Xiaoping.

After asking, they didn't start early, but continued chatting and laughing with acquaintances.

They waited until exactly two-thirty before announcing the formal start of the meeting.

And ah, right at the start, the leader who made a simple opening remark didn't know whose instigation he listened to, but directly called on Fang Ziye by name:

"This year, our Provincial Medical Development Conference has a rather special attending expert; he is only thirty-one years old. He is the youngest attending expert member."

"Young and promising, must have a specialty."

"Professor Fang Ziye, why don't you kick things off? Talk about your views on the development direction of surgery?"

He looked at Fang Ziye with a harmless expression; the meeting used a large round table, so everyone else didn't need to turn their heads to focus their gazes on Fang Ziye.

"......" (Chapter End)