Chapter 764

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

Fang Ziye did not do anything extremely stupid, so the gathering between Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye naturally became a relatively pure teacher-student affair.

After the meal, Yuan Weihong even personally brought Fang Ziye to Professor Wang Ou's home.

When they left again, the time had already reached eight o'clock in the evening, the night light hiding the stars.

Han City, approaching the year-end season, cold wind rustling.

Yuan Weihong smoothed his own 'beautiful hair' fluttering in the wind: "Ziye, standing from your Master's angle, I would feel you are a bit arrogant."

"But standing from a Surgeon's angle, I actually quite admire your decisiveness."

"Being able to retreat bravely from a rushing torrent, to live as a genuine person, this is at least a kind of carefreeness."

"It's just that we, and people of Professor Wang Ou's level, won't spread rumors, but others might mutter a few sentences..."

"You just treat it as wind in your ears."

The surgical system is both large and small; a joke like Fang Ziye's certainly won't spread easily outside, but it should become internal 'talking material', considered elegant for a while.

Fang Ziye nodded, and also pulled up his own collar.

There was heating at Professor Wang Ou's home, wearing a Down Jacket would be a bit hot, so Fang Ziye unbuttoned one button of his shirt, and right now the cold wind poured in perfectly, making Fang Ziye feel goosebumps rise at his collarbone.

"Master, just speak if you want to speak, which person isn't talked about by others?"

"Good and evil depend on the heart, right and wrong are judged by people."

"Moreover, the people around me right now are actually surrounded by 'good people' and 'Benefactors', it can't be that everyone praises without reason, how is that different from the Emperor's new clothes?"

"Ultimately, the cause is still that I myself did not prepare thoroughly in advance!!!"

"Although I have already dragged out enough time, this time is still not enough to support me doing the Surgery to completion without regret."

"Master, actually if it's just to improve the patient's Function, I have already prepared enough, I estimated in advance that after my Surgery, the patient should be able to have some Sensory Function, and a small part of Motor Function."

"But this is still not enough!!!"

"It's just a pity, I returned a bit late, it would have been good if it were half an hour earlier."

Worldly affairs are impermanent, high places cannot withstand the cold.

No one can Discuss, and no one is willing to argue nonsense with Fang Ziye, so Fang Ziye can only walk alone.

This kind of loneliness and desolation can only be borne by himself.

"Go Home... have to sit Outpatient Clinic tomorrow..."

"You brat deliberately chose Tuesday, are you used to Tuesday's Outpatient Clinic?" Yuan Weihong touched his own Chest, exceptionally enjoying it.

Fang Ziye now has the qualifications to choose Outpatient Days at will, but he just had to pick the same Tuesday as him as his Outpatient Day.

"Yes!"

"Already used to it for so many years, even if I opened Outpatient Clinic on Weekends for a few months, I can't correct it all at once."

"Tuesday is pretty good."

"Master, Goodbye."

"Oh, right Master, when you go back tell Madam Master that Uncle's functional impairment is slightly better than my expectation."

"After this period of Rehabilitation, there's no need to worry too much, Amputation definitely won't happen, it's just how much Function can be snatched back Postoperative?"

"I can't commit either, I will definitely do my utmost." Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye is ultimately just a Single Person, not an Immortal, cannot Control and foresee everything in advance.

This Rehabilitation thing varies from person to person.

When Madam Master's father was admitted, Fang Ziye judged he would most likely need Amputation, but after treatment, there was hope for Limb Salvage.

Now after more than twenty days of Rehabilitation, the human body's life instinct is far higher than Fang Ziye's estimation, this is a Good Thing.

"Trust you."

"Although I can't say you are Nationwide invincible publicly, but this matter you and I two people definitely Know in Heart."

"Say something unpleasant, just talking about Surgical technique, in the entire Eastern Han's Trauma Surgery, who can hard-carry against you?"

"Your Master although finds it Incredible, is not so Ignorant as that." Yuan Weihong replied blandly.

"In short, I trust you."

Entering the Hall, National Treasure Doctor level, can no longer be used to completely describe Fang Ziye.

This fact Yuan Weihong had anticipated as early as half a year ago, certainly found it inconceivable, but for nearly half a year, Fang Ziye hasn't shown any PS slip-ups, so it has become fact...

Yuan Weihong digested this matter for a very, very long time.

Teacher Deng although more skilled at 'scheming', his technique isn't fake either, all Trauma Surgery techniques have reached the top level below National Treasure Doctor, just one step short of the threshold.

Just this one step at the threshold has trapped too many, too many people for a Lifetime.

The National Treasure Doctor realm is like a great heavenly moat, one slash cutting off all fantasies of ordinary people and Geniuses being comparable.

Whether current Geniuses or ordinary people, the most they dare Covet is the National Treasure Doctor Operation realm, as for the Profound and Mysterious above National Treasure Doctor, is that a realm humans can Reach?

Yuan Weihong thought it was Impossible. Because no one has publicly stated they once Reached this realm, not even famous old seniors in Orthopedics, or currently famous professors in Surgery, have described that realm.

Ordinary people, none dare pry.

Or, someone uses perfect to describe, but perfect is also Relative...

The Teacher-Student Relationship pair parted, without too many knots in their hearts.

After Fang Ziye sent Yuan Weihong back to the Community, he took a taxi back himself.

Past nine Han City's traffic is still relatively smooth, Fang Ziye Arrived at the New Campus at ten twenty.

Although it was late, Fang Ziye still dared not give up his "habit" — returning to the Department to check on today's postoperative patients' recovery.

The first surgery's patient was the last Fang Ziye visited; in fact, he was also the one Fang Ziye worried about most.

Just as he entered the Ward and turned on the lights, all three beds' patients and family members stood up together, welcoming him with smiles: "Professor Fang, you still came today, we all thought you wouldn't come."

Fang Ziye making a postoperative round on every patient once had already become a consensus among all patients.

But one patient not being rounded on wouldn't cause a fuss.

Postoperative rounds are the surgeon's own choice, not an obligation the Lead Surgeon must perform.

Once surgery leaves the operating table, it has become destiny; even a return to the OR is only repair, unable to change the result of the first surgery.

"You two can be discharged tomorrow, sutures removed before the New Year, go home for the reunion?" Fang Ziye looked at Beds 7/8 and said with a laugh.

With the New Year approaching, the postoperative results were also good, already exceeding both their expectations, so the patients and family members were naturally in good spirits.

"We'll follow Professor Fang's arrangements entirely. Today I could even walk a lap with a cane, walked a big circle around the Ward."

"Every step was my own lifted foot!!" Beds 7-9 were all male patients; the Bed 7 patient was a near-sixty older middle-aged man, his expression excited at this moment.

Walking, for their kind of people, divides into walking supported by two hands and walking lifting one's own feet.

Wanting to walk lifting feet used to be impossible; otherwise they wouldn't have come to Fang Ziye for Functional Reconstruction Surgery.

"Recovery's going well, keep at it."

"But remember to control exercise time, don't sweat too much and cause infection, that would be more loss than gain."

"Currently your Functional Rehabilitation mainly lies in training active muscle contraction."

"Once muscle strength catches up, walking, sitting, lying will naturally follow." After Fang Ziye gave this unified reply to both, he came before Bed 9.

The Bed 9 patient, whether he had surgery or not, had the Monitor removed long ago.

At this moment only his son-in-law accompanied him.

Tomorrow morning the child has school, wife and mother-in-law one person to send one, plus the father-in-law just had surgery, legs and feet inconvenient, need a strong person watching to be at ease, so it fell to him to guard the night.

Both stared expectantly at Fang Ziye.

"Professor Fang~" The old man forced out a trace of a smile.

He also realized this surgery of his probably had no benefit, would not improve his function at all.

"Mm, how do you feel yourself? Not painful?" Fang Ziye asked.

The old man's gaze dimmed, he first glanced at the two patients in the next beds, and said in a low voice, self-mocking: "Professor Fang, if I say I actually hope for a bit of pain, would you think I'm being willful…"

Ordinary people can hardly comprehend the "suffering" of losing all sensation!

Don't know pain, don't know touch, even the feeling of numbness is gone, as if from a certain segment downward it has completely disappeared.

It's still on the body, yet seems like a severed state not belonging to oneself—

"I wouldn't think that~"

"But pain is a very unpleasant tactile sensation, not something our Modern Medicine advocates experiencing; if possible, I hope all of you can enter and leave the Hospital without experiencing pain."

"But this is the ideal state, may still need technology to develop for many years to achieve."

"Uncle, your situation is complex, I said this when you came to the Outpatient Clinic."

"So this surgery, we didn't do too much content; this is to lay the foundation for follow-up."

"Can't rush… can only wait…"

Fang Ziye spoke to here, inhaled half a breath: "Although I know saying this makes you panic, feel uneasy inside."

"But this disease type of functional impairment due to spinal cord injury, when you decided on treatment, you should already have prepared for it taking time, effort, and money."

"No way around it; medical expenses I can save you some, but time spent cannot be saved…"

As spinal cord injury paraplegic patients and family members, they are extremely concerned about this aspect.

The old man's son-in-law said: "Professor Fang, don't overthink; waiting long is waiting long, my parents nagging you is also nagging."

"But some info we found online shows foreign patients accepting stimulation treatment have cycles as long as half a year…"

"We're just anxious inside."

"Professor Fang you haven't completely extinguished our hope, that alone is very thankful."

The hard-to-place middle-aged man glanced at his father-in-law, then said: "As for expenses, Professor Fang you don't worry, use however needed, we'll handle it ourselves."

The poor don't treat intractable diseases.

Paraplegia from spinal cord injury, if the family lacks a certain economic foundation, they simply won't come to the Hospital.

What the two care about most isn't money.

"Professor Fang, anyway you didn't chase me away, I'll just stay here, wait until you've thought it through then speak." The old man smiled and put on a rogue act.

…

When leaving the Ward, Fang Ziye looked at the stairwell ceiling.

No lights!

Family members are people; people make up the world's hundred states.

Family members are also different.

Although medical dispute occurrence rates are indeed high, one cannot define everyone as unreasonably stubborn.

Just a doctor, in a lifetime of practice, experiences too many patients and family members; encountering one or two difficult ones may consume years.

Encounter one or two extreme ones, this lifetime is filled in…

Getting sick, is that really their fate?

At this moment, Fang Ziye forcefully closed his eyes.

But soon, Fang Ziye suddenly understood, mood completely transparent.

At the moment Fang Ziye decided to end the surgery, he had prepared to accept all chaotic bombardment; the current result has already exceeded his expectations, this is extremely good, Fang Ziye also unwilling to have trouble entangling him…

After all it's a disease type without precedent, the patient didn't die, the condition didn't further worsen due to Fang Ziye's surgery, seems the family and patient also have no reason to make trouble.

……

Perhaps because he had done something unconscionable, his attention was both more scattered and more concentrated.

The next day, while Fang Ziye was waiting for the elevator after exercising, he put on a mask.

Head down, he scrolled through messages on his phone, scanning for any overlooked key information.

At the same time he continued replying to his chat with his parents.

His parents were asking whether they should come to Han City to keep Fang Ziye company for the New Year; Fang Ziye said no need, he would bring his wife back on New Year's Day.

"It's just that this year our New Year celebration has to be delayed until the thirtieth again." Fang Ziye typed in reply.

Fang Ziye is a minority ethnic group; every year they celebrate the New Year one day early.

In years when the thirtieth of the twelfth lunar month is the New Year, they celebrate on the twenty-ninth; in years when the twenty-ninth is the New Year, they move it forward to the twenty-eighth.

But the current holiday system is destined to make it impossible for such minorities to return home on time for their 'own people's New Year'.

Fang Ziye currently took over a new ward; he only started this month, so he cannot ask for leave in advance to go home; on the contrary, Fang Ziye needs to come early to stand guard over the third-shift he is responsible for.

Just then, Fang Ziye's ears suddenly pricked up.

A young man was lecturing another person: "Others may not understand and can gossip idly, but you are a surgeon; you should not just echo others on this kind of matter."

"Professor Fang of Trauma Surgery's technical level throws you a hundred and eighty streets away; whether it's the Dean or any department director of surgery, they all say his level is not inferior to anyone in our surgery department."

"He's already called a stop to the surgery; shouldn't you be more curious about what kind of surgery it is?"

"A surgery that even someone of this level can't carry on with, and you're standing here laughing?" While lecturing, the young man was already pulling his 'student' or subordinate toward the stairs.

The voices faded into the distance.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye froze for a moment.

Hmph, so the rumors circulating outside have already become like this? It's rather unfamiliar...

Fang Ziye was just hesitating.

Even with his head down, he was recognized by someone: "Professor Fang, morning? Too early?"

Fang Ziye raised his head and found it was Associate Professor Zhou Mingyu of Thoracic Surgery; he shook his head: "Heading to the department."

"Professor Zhou, you're early too."

Zhou Mingyu approached, placing a hand on Fang Ziye's shoulder: "Professor Fang, admiration."

"One dares to charge in, one dares to retreat! ~"

"Daring to charge is a kind of courage; daring to retreat is charm."

"Yesterday, I was scolded harshly by my teacher for no reason, and then Director Hong also sent a message heavily praising you, Professor Fang."

"Compared to that, I truly feel ashamed!"

Zhou Mingyu is Professor Hu Xuenong of Thoracic Surgery's student; he is currently an Associate Professor, but not yet the most outstanding Associate Professor, still following along.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye smiled slightly: "Brother Yu, is your department's Associate Professor Tang Jun about to be promoted to Chief Physician?"

Currently, the three Team Leader Attending Physicians of the new campus: Professor Hu Xuenong and Professor Wu Liang both only hold Associate Professor titles and have not reached the Chief Physician rank of full Professor.

But Team Leader Associate Professor Tang Jun and the Deputy Director Attending Physician are more likely to be promoted early to Chief Physician.

Zhou Mingyu nodded: "Brother Jun is impressive; after graduating with a doctorate from our hospital, he spent four years at Jin City Tumor Hospital, then seven years at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, only returning in '21."

Surgery both values seniority and doesn't value seniority.

Professor Tang Jun is still quite young, only forty this year, but after touring around, his academic and professional levels grew explosively; recently he has returned even more forcefully.

He is already the Executive Deputy Director of Thoracic Surgery; if not for Associate Professor Hong Zili still being able to suppress him, he might already be able to challenge all the older generation professors.

This resume, compared to Liu Huanglong of Hand Surgery, also bears some similarity.

"Professor Tang is still very formidable; when you have time, introduce us?" Fang Ziye said.

"Sure? Professor Tang has actually been yearning for you, Professor Fang, for a long time; he even asked me to sound you out before."

"It's just that I couldn't very well relay messages between you..." Zhou Mingyu immediately nodded in agreement.

Professor Tang Jun's resume is certainly flamboyant, but compared to Fang Ziye's resume, it's not flamboyant enough.

Fresh out of his doctorate, the National Health Commission specially approved hiring Fang Ziye as Deputy Director Attending Physician and Associate Professor; that was already two years ago.

Although last year there was a bit of an accident, Fang Ziye's doctorate graduation time had a slight discrepancy, but this discrepancy does not affect Fang Ziye's true level at all; the National Health Commission endorses Fang Ziye.

Barring accidents, Fang Ziye can soon be promoted to Professor and Director Attending Physician; no one dares to block him.

A thirty-four-year-old Professor and Director Attending Physician?

Such a resume, aside from the early years of Eastern Han when exceptional promotions ran rampant, how many can there be now?

Even the so-called youngest Director Attending Physician Professor Xiao, he entered university at fifteen, was exceptionally promoted to senior title at twenty-nine, became the youngest Cardiac Surgery Director nationwide at thirty-two at the time...

Fang Ziye is now also the Director of Orthopedics...

"Brother Yu, this is you setting a trap for me; you're not fair." Fang Ziye smiled at Zhou Mingyu.

"Just a joke; as for the time to treat you, Professor Fang, you decide yourself." Zhou Mingyu's words certainly contain exaggeration, but this matter definitely exists.

……

After getting off the elevator, in another elevator, Professor Han Yu of Cardiac Surgery also came down, facing Fang Ziye directly.

"Professor Han! ~" Fang Ziye greeted him; this is another Brother Yu.

Ward 12 is the floor where Vascular Surgery and Orthopedics are combined; Cardiac Surgery is currently squeezed together with Vascular Surgery.

"Professor Fang, morning." Han Yu looked Fang Ziye up and down.

Then said: "Professor Fang should have rested well today, so your condition should be better."

Right, the version Han Yu heard is probably another one.

Fang Ziye guessed someone spread that Fang Ziye stayed up too late the night before last, so his condition was bad yesterday, so he opened the patient up and then closed them again.

"Professor Han, has that ICU patient been transferred to your group? Or transferred to Hepatobiliary Surgery?" Fang Ziye hurriedly changed the subject.

The patient Fang Ziye rescued returned to the ICU, but once vital signs stabilized they would definitely be transferred back.

"He went to Vascular Surgery, and afterward he had vascular spasm, didn't he."

"Professor Fang, I have to say, being able to save even this kind of person, you're truly fucking amazing."

"I want to follow you and learn a thing or two, don't know if you still accept an older student like me." Han Yu's gaze was calm, his tone solemn.

As Associate Professor of Cardiac Surgery Department, Han Yu currently leads a group at the New Campus Cardiac Surgery Department, overseeing everything.

He very much loves Fang Ziye's kind of technique.

This patient, twists and turns, every twist and turn circling before Yama, and Fang Ziye could still snatch him back.

Such technique, ordinary people find difficult to understand.

"Professor Han jokes, even if I had the guts to accept, the Cardiac Surgery Department teachers would dare to beat me."

"As long as the patient is back, that's good! ~" Fang Ziye did not take Han Yu's words seriously.

Fang Ziye cannot teach Han Yu.

And he wouldn't teach either, Han Yu's basic skills have arrived, so he will naturally get it. Basic skills haven't arrived, Fang Ziye also couldn't teach him.

Han Yu said: "No matter what, Professor Fang your technique is still this share."

"Outsiders' wind and words, no need to take seriously."

"The clear are naturally clear, don't bother calculating with laymen..."

"Thank you Professor Han for the reminder, won't happen." Fang Ziye's heart quietly calmed down.

The other surgical department colleagues in the hospital didn't chew tongues, so other people's tongues, Fang Ziye also didn't care about.

Those who understand naturally understand, those who don't, you instead explain more and it gets more messy.

Han Yu then smiled and said: "Professor Fang hardly descended from the nine heavens to the human world for a trip, how could he let these wind and words disturb his state of mind."

"Long since without stain."

"Looking forward to Professor Fang ascending once again."

Han Yu's words differed from Thoracic Surgery's Zhou Mingyu, slightly chuunibyou.

Men are boys until death.

So-called dignity, not speaking or smiling lightly, are all disguises facing some people.

Unless sick people, otherwise there must be those few people who can make them tear off the surface disguise, say some weird, identity-inappropriate words.

"Brother Yu, stop mocking me, I'm actually not that arrogant."

"Sigh, people, people's strength has its limits."

"Not saying anymore, going to shovel rice." Fang Ziye pointed toward the department direction.

……

Tuesday's task is ward rounds, scheduling Wednesday's surgeries.

After Fang Ziye finished rounds, he brought Feng Junfeng to the Outpatient Clinic, Hu Qingyuan when Fang Ziye left the department, one step three looks back, his gaze somewhat like a 'girl' looking at a heart-changing scumbag!

Fang Ziye then brought Feng Junfeng, asked: "Junfeng, you haven't had time to read books yet, have you?"

"Your film-reading exercise, can't always be concentrated on webpages."

Feng Junfeng hearing this, gluteus maximus twitched, immediately tilted head: "Master, I didn't! ~"

"Yes, it's because previous practice operation wasted too much time." Feng Junfeng gritted teeth explaining.

Feng Junfeng's talent isn't that strong, in order to give Fang Ziye a supplementary 'birthday gift', he practiced too long in the Training Room.

People whose talent isn't strong enough, wanting to improve a skill, can only rely on piling time.

Pouring too much time into one path, the improvement of remaining skills naturally gets delayed.

"Mm, not urgent, today you follow me and watch a few more times, the main thing is still to master those principles I organized for you."

"First honestly walk the sequence."

"Lesion, structure, anatomy, layers..." Fang Ziye explained in detail.

Time in a flash, three-plus hours passed.

Fang Ziye looked toward Feng Junfeng strangely.

Actually Feng Junfeng's film-reading level is okay, how come during consultation he's this careless?

Fang Ziye pressed down Feng Junfeng who was preparing to call the next patient in, asked: "Junfeng, during the consultation process, was the pressure too great, so you couldn't let loose? So you were nervous?"

Fang Ziye personally assessed Feng Junfeng's level, not just the appearance he showed during consultation.

Currently looking, should have Level 2 top-tier level, very close to Level 3.

This capability, general consultation definitely sufficient.

Feng Junfeng hearing this, immediately became nervous again, restraining his gaze: "Master, I have a bit of exam syndrome, before exams I easily get anxious."

"Every time it's like this."

"Actually... last year before the professional operation assessment." Feng Junfeng hesitated.

Exam syndrome is, usual grades 140, during exam 110, even less than 100.

Most common are some college entrance exam candidates, usual grades especially good, but once at the college entrance exam venue, grades become messy results.

Many people think usual grades are cheating, even worse, say they dog meat can't make the formal table.

Before Feng Junfeng formally became his student, Fang Ziye's understanding of him wasn't transparent enough, later Feng Junfeng went to Enshi Sanatorium, entered Research Area, Fang Ziye also didn't have time to understand his clinical capability.

"Slowly harmonize it, if you really don't know how to regulate, just think, even if the sky falls you'd still shake people?"

"With your master still here, what are you afraid of?"

"Even if consultation is wrong, your master will still double-check."

"Lan Tianluo isn't like before, he's now Chief Resident, so he won't understand your various capabilities so thoroughly from all angles, will only look at your actual combat power."

"You also don't need to fear him! ~" Fang Ziye said.

The so-called teacher, one who transmits the Dao, receives the profession, and resolves doubts.

Not everyone is an unreasonable genius like Lan Tianluo who can obtain a Level 4 Skill during his master's and doctoral studies.

These two geniuses, Lan Tianluo and Luo Tingzhu, are rarer than one in a hundred thousand miles.

Feng Junfeng is currently only in the doctoral stage; being able to reach a Level 2 top-tier, nearly Level 3, film-reading level already makes him a standout among his peers, and his future growth potential is still huge.

He should have a chance to stand out in his youth.

"Okay, Master! ~"

"I'm mainly afraid... afraid of causing trouble for you, Master."

"You're already so tired..." Feng Junfeng said.

"Does being afraid mean you won't cause me trouble? Fear can't solve problems; only by not being afraid can problems be solved."

"Even if the sky falls, your Master will hold it up; if your Master can't hold it, there's still your Grandmaster, and even your Grandmaster's Master is still alive—what are you afraid of?"

"Remember, this isn't an exam now; you're someone who has a phone."

Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye felt he still didn't understand his students well enough, at least not as deeply as Hu Qingyuan understood Feng Junfeng.

He didn't care how Feng Junfeng got there, or whether he had a chance to pass the "Professional Operation Special Assessment" before the doctoral exam; he didn't pass, and that was the result.

He was still somewhat unable to see the forest for the trees.

He couldn't entirely blame himself for not being careful enough; he had too many things of his own to deal with.

Perhaps, if he had promoted Feng Junfeng a little before his assessment, Feng Junfeng could now receive a special subsidy.

But there are no "ifs" in the world.

"Okay, Master."

"I actually just want to do a bit better."

"After all, both you, Master, and your Fellow Trainee are so excellent; if I drag behind too seriously, it would damage the prestige of the Master's School."

"But the more anxious you are, the more chaotic it gets."

"Brother Yao is just a bit more impressive than me." Feng Junfeng's tone was slightly desolate.

"Not necessarily; Tian Yao previously followed Professor Zhang Yue at Huaxi Hospital and enjoyed resources on a completely different level from yours."

"That you can still be close to him now shows your talent is somewhat better than his."

"Under that kind of team, his potential has already been stimulated clean."

"But yours hasn't."

"Go call the next patient; with the year-end approaching, let's strive to issue fewer hospitalization certificates..."

However, Fang Ziye ultimately still didn't do it.

In the afternoon, Fang Ziye once again rejected Hu Qingyuan, who wanted to come to the outpatient clinic, and brought Feng Junfeng along, issuing a full thirteen hospitalization certificates.

There were still quite a few people coming to him for treatment; even some strange ones, but those disease types with symptoms that weren't very severe were all sent away by Fang Ziye.

Afternoon, 6:32.

After Feng Junfeng escorted a patient out and turned back, he said: "Master, can we finish work now?"

But Fang Ziye did not respond; instead, he was carefully looking at his mobile phone.

After Feng Junfeng approached, he was also curious about what Fang Ziye was looking at.

Fang Ziye suddenly raised his head, saw Feng Junfeng standing on tiptoe, and handed the phone over: "If you want to look, go ahead; anyway, you've participated in this thing to some extent."

Feng Junfeng picked up the phone and looked; his pupils suddenly enlarged: "Master, it was really accepted?"

"Only two weeks?"

The article Fang Ziye submitted was really accepted by caa, and is slated for publication as an article-type clinical trial.

Good fellow, an impact factor of over five hundred; how will the school reward him then?

Will rewards explode directly based on the if?

"The sci submission cycle can be very short." Fang Ziye stood up, stretching his body with a lazy stretch.

"Ah~~~, today is a good day; call Hu Qingyuan and Tian Yao to come along; our small sect will go out and have a celebration feast." Fang Ziye instructed.

He, now a small boss, naturally had the right to take his 'family' out for a solo feast.

An article-type article in a medical divine journal!

This is the dream of every medical student; even if its 'gold content' in the industry isn't that high, those who can publish are all standing at the very top of the industry.

With this article backing him, Fang Ziye's path to Level 2 Professor and Chief Physician Level 1 is smooth sailing and as good as done, with no other factors able to influence it.

Except Fang Ziye himself courting death. (Chapter End)