Chapter 755: Medical Academic Tyrant Chapter 752: The Further One Walks, The Further Away!

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

"Stop arguing, okay? Arguing like this is meaningless. I said I won't do it, so I won't. You shouting here is useless."

"If you want surgery, our hospital has professors performing this type of surgery. What kind of patients I treat is not for you to direct here."

"We are colleagues, why come here to sabotage me?" Fang Ziye stood up, gazing intensely at the young man before him, his tone stern.

The family member was a doctor at a prefecture-level city hospital in the province, currently at the level of Attending Physician.

If he were a layman, Fang Ziye wouldn't lose his temper with him, but the other party was an insider, yet stood before him morally kidnapping Fang Ziye, which Fang Ziye couldn't stand.

The young man wasn't old, younger than Fang Ziye, estimated to be the type who went straight to work after graduating with a master's degree: "Professor Fang, that's not the logic you speak of."

"We doctors, when patients come seeking treatment, should be more considerate. You can do it, why not do it?" The young man naturally hoped his father would receive better surgical treatment.

Otherwise he wouldn't have personally taken leave to bring his father to Zhongnan Hospital.

No amount of pleading worked, so he could only "make a scene."

"Because I'm the one responsible for surgery arrangements, I'm leading the team, not you."

"What exactly do you want?"

"To complain, follow proper procedures. To see a doctor, I'll give you an admission certificate, you go make an appointment and handle hospitalization procedures. If you want to quarrel, I'll call the Security Office! ~"

"Pick one." Fang Ziye couldn't be bothered to argue with such a "moral holy mother."

Fang Ziye didn't even want to question whether the other party could be consistent in their usual work; it was meaningless.

"Professor Fang, I'm here to beg you, not to quarrel with you."

"This is my father. You have such ability, so I come to beg you."

"Can you put yourself in my shoes?" The young man's tone weakened a bit.

"Why didn't you bring your father for surgery three years ago?" Fang Ziye retorted.

"Back then?"

"Back then... there wasn't anyone who truly knew how to perform such surgery..." The young man was speechless for a moment, answering truthfully.

"Then why morally kidnap me?"

"There are many people who can perform this surgery now. I recommend Professor Liu Huanglong of our hospital, currently one of the professors in Hubei Province who does this particularly well."

"Go handle admission procedures with him. Whether the problem can be solved or not, it can be solved."

"Why come quarrel with me? What meaning is there?" Fang Ziye retorted.

The young man was indignant: "Professor Fang, what meaning is there in you quarreling with me? Will you lose a piece of flesh if you do one more surgery, Professor Fang?"

"Dad, don't pull me, I'm reasoning with Professor Fang."

"Hu Qingyuan, call the Security Office." Fang Ziye looked directly at Hu Qingyuan and said.

Fang Ziye continued: "You are also an insider. I hope you can stay calm. Your current behavior already involves affecting public order."

"If this kind of unreasonable and stubborn behavior gets back to your unit, it won't benefit you."

"I can tell you very clearly: your father's current condition, the prognosis of me performing surgery and Professor Liu performing surgery won't differ much! ~"

"I have other tasks now. You go to him."

"You are also a doctor at a prefecture-level city hospital. It's like a preoperative patient with high blood pressure before surgery; a prefecture-level city hospital wouldn't easily admit them to regulate blood pressure."

The young man said: "Professor Fang, roughly speaking, it's still somewhat worse."

"Please help me out?"

Hu Qingyuan's phone on the other end had connected: "Yes, Orthopedics Outpatient Room 321 in the Surgical Outpatient Clinic."

"No physical conflict occurred."

The young man glanced at Hu Qingyuan, picked up the admission certificate and medical record book, cast a deep glance at Fang Ziye with eyes full of resentment, and left the consultation room with his father.

That gaze seemed as if he wanted to devour Fang Ziye raw.

Fang Ziye could naturally understand his mood.

Nowadays, many people from well-off families, after falling ill, all want to crowd into big hospitals, hoping their family members can receive better medical conditions, so they themselves can feel more at ease.

Hu Qingyuan didn't retort anything this time, but simply called the next patient in.

Just taking one look, Hu Qingyuan's eyes lit up. The patient's lower limbs were dark, with a faint stench.

If nothing unexpected happened, this was diabetic foot, and also one of the routine limb salvage disease types that Master planned to carry out in the department.

Hu Qingyuan immediately welcomed him over with great interest: "Hello..."

At twelve-thirty noon, after Fang Ziye left the outpatient clinic, he transferred one hundred yuan to Hu Qingyuan.

"I'll open an operating table in the operating room. You order me some takeout." Fang Ziye messaged.

"Master, you don't need to transfer me money. I still have this bit of money."

"Although my Douyin account no longer livestreams, the follower count is there. Occasionally taking an advertisement can bring in quite a bit of income."

"I'll refund you." Hu Qingyuan said while organizing the disease types of patients seen in the morning in the outpatient consultation room.

A Hu Qingyuan who knows how to learn can learn under Fang Ziye's guidance, and can also find the right learning structure for himself after leaving Fang Ziye.

This is someone who truly knows how to learn.

Fang Ziye read the message and didn't continue pushing back on the money matter. He went straight into the operating room.

Although Wang Zongkai had previously followed Liu Huanglong to perform functional reconstruction surgery for a while and had a certain foundation, after all he hadn't fully "graduated from apprenticeship," so he still needed Fang Ziye to guide him for a while.

This had been agreed upon in advance, and Fang Ziye couldn't shirk it.

After entering the room, all preparations were already complete, with only the critical part waiting for Fang Ziye to perform.

Fang Ziye briefly reviewed the patient's condition and auxiliary examination results, then began the operation.

This patient's functional impairment was not severe; it was a case Wang Zongkai had deliberately selected for practice, so there were not many critical steps, and the lead surgeon time was not long.

Even though Fang Ziye only had a little over an hour of free time at noon, he could still slow down and break things down for Wang Zongkai and the others.

At the same time, Fang Ziye was also conveying research project ideas to Wang Zongkai: "Peripheral nerve regeneration and cultivation, besides requiring breakthroughs in basic research, this kind of local minor operation still needs to be done properly."

"For example, the minor nerve transposition we are doing now is actually the core basic operation for the subsequent nerve cultivation method."

"The consumables we will need to use then will inevitably come from such cutaneous nerves or musculocutaneous nerves..."

"Brother Kai, you previously followed Teacher Liu, so you must have also encountered quite a few treatments for peripheral nerve-related diseases; therefore, in this aspect, you can go deeper."

"I've been thinking about a problem recently: traditional vertical tension may be more beneficial for muscle and skin growth, but it provides little benefit for nerve growth."

"However, tension will definitely stimulate nerve cell proliferation; it's just that the form of tension may be different. This will definitely take a long period to advance, and there's no need to rush."

"Additionally, limb salvage surgery for diabetic foot is actually related to the reconstruction of small vessels and micro-arteries."

"The operative field doesn't look deep, but in reality, because the operative scope is relatively narrow and the operative objects are even finer, the technical skill requirements are somewhat higher."

"In the early stage of diabetic foot, these fine arterial structures have problems. We need to find a way to clear them and then prevent re-lesion; this is the core theory of diabetic foot limb salvage surgery."

"There are also many local application aspects involved; I will slowly organize them out."

Wang Zongkai nodded repeatedly opposite Fang Ziye, and this time also took the initiative to request: "Ziye, why don't you throw out part of the task, and we'll organize it ourselves?"

"This organizing process is actually also a kind of learning and sorting process."

"Even if the organizing speed isn't enough, participating is still an experience."

Fang Ziye raised his head upon hearing this, thought for a moment, and nodded: "That works too."

Wang Zongkai did not passively wait for spoon-feeding; instead, he actively requested to participate in organizing — this was a desire to learn actively.

The benefit brought by the Zhongnan Hospital platform is that the people who can enter here basically all have the desire and capability for active learning.

There's no need to treat them like elementary school students or lazy people, just waiting for Fang Ziye's spoon-feeding.

Such a team actually has very strong plasticity.

Because of this kind of backbone force, even if they are somewhat worse than top-tier hospitals, they won't be inferior by a whole tier.

And this tier thing can slowly improve with the passage of time.

Who knows, decades later, the achievements of Wang Zongkai and the others might not be inferior to those of the same generation at Huashan Hospital and Jishuitan Hospital.

Wang Zongkai is not Ceng Duoqin; when facing Fang Ziye, he doesn't have too much face burden.

……

At 1:35, after Fang Ziye left the operating room, Zhu Quanlin sighed with a touch of heartache.

"Ziye is so tired! ~" Zhu Quanlin's single sentence made the entire operating room fall silent.

Because everyone knew Fang Ziye had come from the outpatient clinic.

Fang Ziye is human; sitting in the outpatient clinic isn't sitting there motionless — it requires rapid brainwork.

Generally speaking, noon is a time for rest and pause, yet Fang Ziye had to run to the operating room and perform another surgery.

Fang Ziye did this because he is the director of the new ward, and another reason is that Wang Zongkai's team is still slightly dragging its feet.

Wang Zongkai's mindset, however, was exceptionally upright: "If functional reconstruction surgery could be learned through accommodation so easily, it wouldn't be worth so much."

"It's fundamentally not worth so many seniors spending decades of painstaking effort to build it up, yet progress isn't outstanding enough."

"Self-blame and discouragement solve no problems."

"Grind it out slowly; there will always be a day we learn it." Wang Zongkai lowered his head, like a child who has run himself tired but dares not rest.

Wang Zongkai is an Associate Professor; his strength, among peers of the same age, has already surpassed ninety-five percent of colleagues. Even in hand surgery, he is somewhat excellent in the province and even nationwide.

He is fully qualified to lead a group now; currently, Wang Zongkai can complete all common hand surgeries very well.

It's just that when facing new surgical techniques like functional reconstruction surgery — breakthrough techniques in hand surgery in recent years — he feels exceptionally strained.

A group-leading Associate Professor becoming this kind of 'lowly' appearance is also not Wang Zongkai's true intention.

It's just that a clumsy bird must fly first.

A clumsy bird must think about flying; otherwise it will never fly, even if the process involves falling thousands of times.

But one's essence is also a bird; one must learn to fly. If one cannot fly, what awaits is only 'death'!

Death in disguise!

Turning into an ordinary puppet.

"Come, let's continue refining our basic skills. To summarize the relationship between nerve suture and tendon suture: they have no relationship at all."

"The techniques of nerve suture and tendon suture are different, the directions are different..."

……

Fang Ziye naturally didn't know Wang Zongkai and the others' muttered thoughts, nor did he know Wang Zongkai's psychology.

Even if he knew, Fang Ziye would only think Wang Zongkai is badass.

People who learn, people who love learning — there has never been any saying of being lowly.

As long as they don't walk crooked paths, as long as they are people who want to work hard and learn, they cannot be called lowly.

"Master, I heated it for you." In the outpatient consultation room, Hu Qingyuan carefully opened the lunch box.

"Where would the outpatient clinic get a microwave oven?" Fang Ziye asked.

"The guide nurse sisters bought one themselves in the rest room. They often bring lunch over."

"After all, guide nurses' wages aren't high either; if they ordered takeout at the outpatient clinic every day, the expense would be a bit high too." Hu Qingyuan explained with a smile.

Guide nurses' wages are indeed not high, but it's still better than working in a factory screwing screws — at least not that tiring.

Fang Ziye didn't respond, but after shoveling down the rice, continued seeing patients.

Once again experiencing patients and family members making a scene, accepting others' misunderstanding, accepting some patients' flattered surprise, accepting some patients' gratitude, and many patients' expectations.

Perhaps many people care too much about saving face and are unwilling to make a warm approach only to be rebuffed; since Fang Ziye said he didn't want to perform surgery anymore, far fewer people came.

Therefore, there weren't many patients added to Fang Ziye's outpatient clinic today; by six o'clock, he had already finished his clinic hours.

"Master, can you come to the Training Room today?" Hu Qingyuan invited enthusiastically, with alluring eyes, probably wanting to show Fang Ziye his progress.

"I have no time today, and you won't have time either today."

"Jie Han has already picked up the person; come with me to receive them..."

"I should have told you earlier; today a Doctor or an attending physician from Academician Ma Jun's team will come over," Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye indeed hadn't said, but Hu Qingyuan also knew Fang Ziye had many things to do; if every small matter had to be communicated in advance to everyone, Fang Ziye wouldn't be able to do anything.

"Alright, I'll send a message to the two Senior Brothers and let them practice on their own," Hu Qingyuan replied.

For ordinary Doctors and Master's Students, their most important task during their studies is still to improve their basic skills and practice basic surgical operations.

This is their base for practicing clinical medicine in the future, and it will affect them for a lifetime.

"Senior Brother, the situation has changed slightly; the person I received is an attending physician," Jie Han sent a message while Fang Ziye took Hu Qingyuan toward the Parking Lot.

"It's fine; you are also a Doctor of our hospital. Bring the person directly first, ask which flavor they prefer more, and find an opportunity to send it to me," Fang Ziye said.

The guest is the host; now Fang Ziye is the host.

Perhaps the visitor's research achievements and skills are not strong enough, but hospitality must still be observed.

"I told you, your illness cannot be cured; you need to go to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic for recuperation."

"The Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic I recommended for you is opened by a well-known Master of Traditional Chinese Medicine in our province; the medical conditions are very good, and the rehabilitation instruments are complete."

"Moreover, this master's students' various skills and techniques are highly proficient; many patients with situations like yours have improved there..."

As Fang Ziye and Hu Qingyuan walked from the Outpatient Building to the Parking Lot, they were interrupted by this sudden whispering voice.

After Hu Qingyuan paused, he turned his head to find the three people; after slightly narrowing his eyes, he said in a low voice: "Master, that patient seems to be a patient for whom we issued an Admission Certificate."

"Does the person opposite him count as a medical tout?" Hu Qingyuan's tone was very low, but his expression inexplicably carried some excitement.

'Medical tout' and 'scalper' are currently targets of severe crackdown.

"Medical touts have many natures; the other party said it's a Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic, not a Small Clinic without practicing qualifications, but it can also be considered the nature of a medical tout," Fang Ziye replied while turning around.

If the person standing opposite that person was not a patient with whom he had formed a medical relationship, Fang Ziye definitely wouldn't approach them; he would directly call the Security Office and let them handle it.

But the patient and family member had formed a medical relationship with him, so Fang Ziye definitely couldn't ignore it.

Hu Qingyuan had already made a phone call when he saw Fang Ziye turn around.

The Security Office's phone is guarded by a specialist; at this moment it had already connected, and Hu Qingyuan was quickly reporting.

Upon hearing Hu Qingyuan's phone call and seeing Fang Ziye approach, the middle-aged man was slightly flustered and turned his head to look at Fang Ziye: "You people don't meddle in other people's business."

At the same time, the patient's family member, a mother and daughter, also saw Fang Ziye and shouted: "Professor Fang."

"Professor Fang."

The middle-aged man panicked upon hearing this and immediately fled in a hurry.

Fang Ziye raised his mobile phone, which had already recorded video; as he approached, he explained: "I filmed your faces in the video; I'll delete them after showing them to the police later."

"It won't be spread! ~"

The middle-aged man, who had fled a few steps, heard this and suddenly paused, turning around: "I advise you not to meddle. Hurry up and delete the video."

Having been filmed, this matter left evidence and would be quite troublesome; he needed to deal with it.

Otherwise, the Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinics he cooperated with could make him feel as if in heaven and hell...

He didn't expect Fang Ziye to be so cunning, starting to record video directly.

Fang Ziye wasn't a pushover; looking at the middle-aged man, he said: "If you haven't done anything wrong, why are you flustered? If there's something, just say it."

"If you are a colleague, we can debate, but if you don't have the corresponding practicing qualifications and give unprofessional advice to patients around our hospital, then you are the one breaking the law first."

"I won't pursue your responsibility; the police and the Provincial Health Commission will find you."

The middle-aged man's gaze turned fierce: "I advise you to mind your own business."

Hearing this, the mother and daughter also understood roughly what was happening; the daughter, probably twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, said: "Professor Fang, we just came from making a hospitalization appointment from the Ward, and he pestered us, asking what my mother's diagnosis is."

"Then she said this illness cannot be treated and can only be recuperated at a Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic; I was also suspicious."

"If it really cannot be treated, Professor Fang, why did you issue us an Admission Certificate, and then you came..."

The Security Office is not far from the Outpatient Department; at this moment, four or five people in Uniforms had already approached.

The middle-aged man saw this scene and no longer dared to delay; he immediately started running away.

After the Security Office people approached, they didn't chase.

They just asked about the situation clearly and said to the mother and daughter: "You should still go to a regular Hospital for medical treatment; although it's not excluded that a few Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinics have very good Traditional Chinese Medicine doctors."

"But if you don't understand Traditional Chinese Medicine, you should still try to go to the Hospital; don't just go to Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinics casually."

"Okay okay, thank you." The daughter thanked the Security Office people.

"Thank you, Professor Fang."

Chen Ding of the Security Office tilted his head and said somewhat awkwardly: "Professor Fang, for this kind of thing, we can only report to the higher-ups; our Security Office has no law enforcement power."

"But we are very grateful for the video evidence you provided."

"But whether the person can be found specifically still depends on how the police system and the Provincial Health Commission system define it."

Fang Ziye nodded: "It's fine; we just need to do what we should do."

After the Security Office people received the video, they left.

The patient is a middle-aged woman in her fifties; at this moment, she asked somewhat anxiously: "Professor Fang, can my illness really be cured?"

"Will it really be like what he said, that surgery is just wasting money? I actually, might still have to..."

The patient's daughter also looked at Fang Ziye, her gaze filled with pleading.

Fang Ziye had a deep impression of the mother and daughter; the woman is a tenured teacher in Han City, she is from a single-parent family, and this is her only mother.

She was close to thirty this year, but still hadn't started a family, simply because she couldn't rest easy about her mother; she had passed the civil service exam for Han City at twenty-three, yet all these years her salary, after expenses, went entirely to her mother.

She'd been on quite a few blind dates, but seeing her family situation, most avoided her like the plague.

As a child, one cannot just ignore it either.

Earlier, when her mother heard Fang Ziye say he would admit her for hospitalization in the consultation room, she wept bitterly, nearly kneeling straight down from her wheelchair, then wept on, saying she had delayed her daughter's life.

The patient's daughter said on the surface she didn't mind, but deep in her expression there was still desolation.

This has nothing to do with filial piety or lack thereof; it's just an instinctive thought.

She must have thought: if her family were normal, she would probably have found her own "happiness" by now.

Fang Ziye put away his phone, rubbed his hands together, and said: "I still have to say what I told you at the outpatient clinic — right now, the examination data we have in hand is still too little."

"I think there's a chance, and not a small one. That's why I admitted your mother for hospitalization, to see the specific situation."

"You've taken your mother to several hospitals in Han City. You've seen all the famous experts."

"If I give you a definite answer now saying I can cure her, I'd be deceiving you too — I have no bottom in my heart either."

"But since there's this chance, we can't give up lightly."

Fang Ziye continued, looking at the aunt: "Auntie, you don't need to feel too guilty either; your body's inconvenience isn't your choice."

"Illness comes like a mountain collapsing; everyone has a day they fall ill."

"So, put your heart at ease, and look forward to the future."

"You have such a beautiful, kind, filial daughter — that's the greatest blessing; who knows, you'll surely have even better days ahead."

"Don't overthink it; I'm a doctor, I can't lie to you — I can't lie and say she can be cured, and I can't lie and say she's completely incurable either."

"This disease currently has no standardized treatment plan."

The aunt asked again: "Professor Fang, would amputation solve it once and for all? Then maybe I'll just amputate..."

The daughter shook her head: "Mom, what are you saying?"

"Right now you're just in pain, it's not a situation where amputation is mandatory; whatever treatment we do, we'll listen to the doctor."

"It hasn't reached the worst step yet."

"Professor Fang, thank you; I'll take Mom back, I'll do her ideological work." The woman was quite gentle and considerate, knowing Fang Ziye needed rest and personal time after work.

"Just, I wonder if it's convenient to add Professor Fang's phone or WeChat, so I can conveniently consult you on some issues."

Fang Ziye said: "Add my student, same thing."

"Hu Qingyuan, give your WeChat to this teacher."

Hu Qingyuan, the perennial tool person, nodded immediately, proficiently pulled up his QR code, and said: "Add me as a friend; try to message during work hours, but other times works too!"

"Just absolutely don't call at two or three in the early morning!"

After scanning, the woman was slightly surprised: "People actually call you at two or three in the morning?"

Hu Qingyuan replied after adding the remark: "I've only added WeChat twice, just three days ago a patient's family member called me at four in the morning, asking what medicine he could take since he couldn't sleep."

Seeing Hu Qingyuan's 'weirdo' remark, the woman said: "My name is Lin Han."

Hu Qingyuan explained: "Sorry, Teacher, we add your contact for convenient follow-up, so we need to register your mother's name and diagnosis."

"Otherwise, your mom is Li Juan; our ward might run into five or six Auntie Li Juans or Big Sister Li Juans, even Younger Sister Li Juans, in a month."

Hu Qingyuan insisted on his remark — Li Juan Pre-op Scheduled Admission (Infectious Disease Type Nature Pending).

The woman turned her head to look at Fang Ziye, bowed slightly, and said: "Professor Fang, although I know you're under great pressure too, I truly beg you to please spare more thought and think of a way."

"My mother's situation is rather special; she..."

The woman glanced at her mother: "She often thinks of taking extreme measures; she thinks I don't know, but I've always known."

"You've had it hard too; you'll definitely have a better life." Fang Ziye gave the woman a thumbs-up.

A girl, alone, caring for a mother with impaired mobility for so many years — even with a relatively decent job, it's truly not easy.

Only then did Fang Ziye get in the car with Hu Qingyuan.

But Hu Qingyuan took the driver's seat, Fang Ziye went to the passenger seat, sent a message to Luo Tingzhu, then peacefully closed his eyes to rest.

After driving a stretch, Hu Qingyuan lowered his voice: "Master, actually for a while I really didn't understand your decision to give up the two mature surgical techniques you developed."

"But after experiencing these two recent times, especially today's outpatient visit, I feel Master you're simply too bold."

"What you said is really realistic."

"If we deliberately specialize, what we see is actually just what we think; many patients won't come before us."

The mother-daughter pair just seen isn't the only one seeking Fang Ziye's diagnosis, nor are they the only two yearning for someone to redeem them.

It's not life-and-death separation, but their two lives can be said to be tormented to the brink by mobility impairment.

From the daughter's angle, how to let go of her mother?

From the mother's perspective, how can her daughter marry?

From the daughter's marriage prospects, if it wasn't true love from the very beginning, how can this match be made?

Even without all these factors.

For the middle-aged aunt, she would also feel living has little meaning.

"It's not that I'm great; it's just that this is reality."

"We all ultimately view the world through tinted glasses, because none of us has God's eye."

Fang Ziye took another deep breath and said: "Actually, those who need help even more aren't the people we encounter."

"There are many more, families impoverished, driven into poverty by illness, who give up treatment because of poverty."

"Many drag small illnesses into big ones, small problems into big problems, and those who lose their lives because of it are not few."

"But this kind of problem, we doctors can't solve."

"So we dare not think too much about it either..."

"In our country, in our Hubei Province, the comparatively poor still make up the vast majority."

"And the poorer the family, the probability of falling ill actually increases to a certain extent."

"Sigh." Fang Ziye finished speaking and let out a sigh.

He was merely a doctor, lacking the ability to save the world, yet he possessed a heart of compassion; Fang Ziye would never be able to solve this matter in his lifetime, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

"Master, the disease of poverty we cannot cure." Hu Qingyuan said this sentence very calmly.

Unexpectedly, Fang Ziye suddenly opened his eyes, his voice turning stern: "Although we cannot cure the disease of poverty, we can do our utmost to let more people afford medical treatment!"

Hu Qingyuan tilted his head in shock, slightly puzzled.

"Medical technology knows no borders, but medical devices do, medical consumables damn well do, even medical consumables and medical drugs have this thing called territorial boundaries!" Fang Ziye looked at Hu Qingyuan.

He tapped the car window glass.

"This topic ends here. Don't speak of it outside either."

Hu Qingyuan was a smart person; how could he not hear the iceberg beneath Fang Ziye's words?

Never mind that medical devices have territorial boundaries, even the rice, sweet potatoes, and fruits produced have this talk of territorial boundaries.

How much cheaper at the place of origin?

Every kind of drug, once it leaves a certain territorial boundary, becomes a commodity, endowed with commercial attributes.

It is well known that drug prices nationwide are not uniform.

It is well known that drug prices worldwide are also not uniform.

This is something a medical practitioner can achieve.

But it is also something a medical practitioner can only gaze at helplessly.

Fang Ziye was ultimately just a surgeon, just an orthopedic doctor; he had to do his duty as an orthopedic doctor well first, before he could afford the luxury wish for anything else.

Hu Qingyuan replied in a low voice: "Master, if you have such thoughts, I will stay by your side for a lifetime."

"Truly, a lifetime!"

Fang Ziye looked at Hu Qingyuan and did not continue speaking.

Hu Qingyuan was Fang Ziye's student; perhaps he would not be the most beloved disciple of this lifetime, but he was certainly the most beloved disciple right now, which was why Fang Ziye dared to bare his true feelings to him.

……

At seven twenty, Fang Ziye and Hu Qingyuan arrived at a four-star hotel.

There they met Su Pengqi, Attending Physician from the Sun Yat-sen University Cancer Center, whom Jie Han had brought.

After meeting and exchanging casual pleasantries, Fang Ziye then said: "Doctor Su, I had outpatient clinic today, otherwise I would have been the first to welcome you."

"I also failed to properly fulfill the host's duty; when you go back, you must not complain to Teacher Ma that we were inhospitable."

Su Pengqi was also a clever person: "That depends on whether Professor Fang is willing to put in the effort; I'll look at the situation and decide whether to complain or not."

Su Pengqi immediately spoke his true thoughts: "Professor Fang, to be honest, this research project is one I have been following all along, and it is also a clinical project that my teacher, senior brothers, and other teachers have been tracking for nearly ten years."

"The dawn of victory was right before us, yet suddenly..."

"It's not about what should or shouldn't be, just feels pretty awful."

"You also do research; you should be able to understand this feeling."

Fang Ziye replied sideways: "Doctor Su, I am the first university student in our family; after striving hard, with good luck, I got into graduate school."

"But for a period of time, when I told my family I wasn't qualified to read for a PhD, their mood was also quite complex."

Su Pengqi looked at Fang Ziye in shock, scanning him up and down: "Professor Fang, this joke is not funny at all."

Fang Ziye was worried about not being qualified when he was reading for his PhD?

"It's a true story; my fellow trainee is right here, he knows how much pressure I was under back then."

"I even fainted from low blood sugar." Fang Ziye looked at Jie Han.

Jie Han smiled subtly, smiling as he said: "Doctor Su, from that point on, my senior brother he just opened a cheat! ~ Do you watch short dramas or read novels?"

Fang Ziye broke into a cold sweat instantly, nearly unable to suppress the urge to strangle Jie Han to death.

"You fellow disciples really are... this." Su Pengqi raised his thumb.

Then he opened his own computer, and didn't even use the hotel's wifi, but used his own portable wifi instead.

This degree of caution was something one sees from those who have seen quite a bit of the world.

When Fang Ziye came, he had explained to Su Pengqi the significance of Hu Qingyuan and Jie Han's presence, so Su Pengqi did not chase them away.

Fang Ziye read very slowly; the articles written by Teacher Ma Jun's team had no issues whatsoever in structure, logic, etc.

The results were also very beautiful; otherwise it would have been impossible to move CAA.

The project adopted a multi-center, randomized, parallel-controlled design, enrolling 445 cases of locally advanced nasopharyngeal carcinoma patients.

Randomly divided into two groups: respectively conducting radiotherapy based on post-chemotherapy and pre-chemotherapy tumor scope.

The primary research endpoint was 3-year locoregional recurrence-free survival rate; secondary endpoints included toxic side effects and quality of life.

Equivalent to optimizing survival rate, taking the application of radiotherapy in nasopharyngeal carcinoma treatment a step further in optimization.

The results were good, but compared to the project Fang Ziye submitted, it always lacked the impact of a fundamental framework deadlock breakthrough, so it was possibly notified by the editorial department.

Perhaps it requires Academician Ma Jun's team to add something more...

After reading, Fang Ziye could summarize as follows: Compared to the previous radiotherapy irradiation standard for nasopharyngeal carcinoma treatment, irradiating only the post-chemotherapy tumor scope (reducing the irradiation scope by 17% compared to traditional therapy) did not increase recurrence probability, but instead more significantly reduced toxic side effects!

This point is also equivalent to the application of more precise radiotherapy.

Fang Ziye asked: "Doctor Su, has radiotherapy now been optimized to this extent? Can it be casually revised into specific shapes?"

"Mm, yeah."

"It can be scaled in size, but not the irregular shapes of the scope we delineate." Su Pengqi replied.

"It can, though..." Fang Ziye hinted.

"For example, biomarker-assisted precise radiotherapy planning."

Su Pengqi, hearing this, glanced at Fang Ziye and said with a smile, "Professor Fang still reads these papers?"

"But this stuff is too far away to quench the immediate thirst."

"Adding it in now would be too late anyway."

Fang Ziye said, "Doctor Su, of course it's not about adding it in, it's about incorporating it into the paper's progress."

"Doctor Su, our Clinical Project doesn't just end after a Five Years follow-up, does it?"

"And, our Subsequent Clinical Trial can be Truncated, right?"

Su Pengqi understood Fang Ziye's meaning: "Hmm, Professor Fang, if you want to use the Improved Chemotherapy Regimen Method to attract CAA's Editorial Department, it's still a bit... that."

"We don't have the Preliminary Research Foundation in this aspect."

Journals can form py Transaction with research Scholars; for example, if you accept my this article, then later when I have Hao De quality articles, I'll also submit to you.

But, Big Brother, that's CAA, an Impact Factor already Sealed God journal!

Su Pengqi even felt Fang Ziye was a bit funny.

Fang Ziye read Su Pengqi's meaning and said, "Doctor Su, I don't deny your thoughts."

"But no matter how high CAA's Impact Factor is, it can't deny the fact that it's a False IF propped up by reviews, Meta-analysis and such articles."

"Why does CAA now want to lean toward Original Article?"

"What are reviews? They're actually Tool Articles, used to Water Article, how much real gold content can they have, how much real Research Workload?"

"Pure IF Programming Algorithm might be Optimized away."

"The research world is changing, Evaluation Index for Research Achievement gold content are also Occurring changes."

"For Example, some Websites are already Considering using other indicators to replace pure IF, Doctor Su, me saying this, can you Understand my meaning?"

"Currently, CAA is also in a Transition Period, changing the type of intended accepted articles is their Attempt at breaking convention, and also Forced Attempt!" Fang Ziye analyzed thoroughly.

"And what I told you, should make them very interested."

Su Pengqi Struggled.

Actually Fang Ziye analyzed very reasonably, CAA's IF far higher than Nature, but real research gold content and Industry Recognition, actually Not As Good As Nature.

"But how to do it? How to submit Preliminary Research data?"

"CAA's Editorial Department, how would they believe?" Su Pengqi asked.

Fang Ziye sold a cliffhanger, saying: "Doctor Su, this should be the problem for next time's discussion. This time, let's first figure out how to Organically Integrate these things to be added, that don't Affect the paper's Overall Structure, into the paper — that's the Proper Path." In his mouth he said so, but in his heart Fang Ziye secretly thought, he Indeed was on this Cancer Treatment Path walking farther and farther... (Chapter End)

He said this with his mouth, but Fang Ziye thought to himself in his heart, indeed he was walking farther and farther down the Cancer Treatment Path... (Chapter End)