Chapter 786

"Yeah, yeah, I'm Fang Ziye! ~ Today's my three-line consultation class."

"Okay, I'll come over now. It'll take about twenty minutes or so." After hanging up the call himself, Fang Ziye stood up.

Looking at Song Yi: "Emergency consultation's here, today's my three-line class, am I sending Elder Brother you straight back, or are you taking a taxi back yourself?"

The Emergency Department and emergency consultations will never shift because of an individual's will.

Fang Ziye actually hoped his three-line class could be stable, after all, it was Saturday.

But things went against wishes; the phone that had been quiet all day rang as it neared early morning, and it was a call from the On-duty Director of the Medical Affairs Department.

The Emergency Department encountered two critical emergency cases, requiring a whole-hospital consultation; today's Orthopedics Department three-line consultation class was Fang Ziye, so Fang Ziye had to go.

Song Yi said: "Industry Brother, since it's a consultation surgery, let's go together, I also want to broaden my horizons."

"Before, I only heard Senior Brother Wu Xuanqi talk about how awesome you are, Industry Brother."

"At least you've eaten half-full, right?" Fang Ziye asked.

Song Yi had already started clearing things on the tabletop, and after taking the tissues, he went straight ahead to pay the bill first.

Fang Ziye didn't compete with Song Yi over it; this barbecue meal wouldn't leave him financially strained, so he didn't need to care about these details.

Fang Ziye was no longer a Chief Resident, so he hadn't left a White Coat in the Emergency Department.

But when Fang Ziye put on a White Coat, the owner himself arrived, circling Fang Ziye's White Coat several times, found his name abbreviation: "Brother, is this clothing mine?"

Song Yi was also holding a White Coat Fang Ziye had handed him, organizing the buttons; hearing this and seeing Fang Ziye's awkward expression, he found it funny.

Fang Ziye's expression at this moment was especially guilty: "Big Brother, I'm here to run an emergency consultation, I've already put it on, why don't you borrow another one?"

"I'm in a hurry, I'm Fang Ziye, I'll leave my Name Badge with you first!"

"I'll definitely return it to you later."

Fang Ziye was someone who hung around in the Hospital; he knew many people worried about their pens and White Coats being borrowed and not returned, but generally once something was held as collateral, they definitely wouldn't take it away.

"Holy Crap? You're Professor Fang?"

Hearing this, the other person trembled all over, then immediately changed his words: "Teacher Fang, it's nothing, you wear it and go, I'm here to write Medical Records and do Informed Consent..."

"Just put it back after you're done wearing it."

"Or you can just wear it away directly." This person was just a Small Master's Student in the Emergency Department, already a second-year Graduate Student this year, and was quite familiar with Fang Ziye.

It was just that there had never been an opportunity to meet before, so Fang Ziye stood right in front of him, yet he didn't recognize him.

Professional-type Graduate Students don't have that much time to get to know awesome Professors from other specialties; being able to hear about and remember his name was already not bad.

Fang Ziye used to be like this, so he naturally couldn't be an exception either.

"Then I'm leaving now, I'll definitely return it to you; if I don't return it, you can go directly to our Ward and ask the Head Nurse to get you a new set." Fang Ziye left with Song Yi.

After going out, Fang Ziye's expression was still awkward, explaining: "Before, in the Emergency Department, I always left my own White Coat."

Song Yi nodded: "It's fine, Professor Fang, we often do this kind of thing; Surgeons can't always run around carrying White Coats."

The speaker meant nothing by it, but the listener took it to heart!

"Your suggestion is a good suggestion; next time I'll have the Head Nurse order me a few more sets to keep in the car, that seems like it could solve a lot of problems."

"Mainly, for some emergency consultations, you must wear a White Coat to enter the Operating Room; the new White Coats worn in basically never come back." Fang Ziye said.

When a patient needs emergency surgery, Fang Ziye can't say I'll go back to the Ward to take off a White Coat, then hang it in the White Coat area of the Operating Room.

Even if labeled with a name, you don't know when it's gone.

When Fang Ziye is in a hurry, others are too; if they happen to be changing clothes here and then encounter a consultation, not having time to go back to the Department to get a White Coat, they just borrow one nearby, and after borrowing it for a few hours they might forget where they took it from...

Fang Ziye took Song Yi straight to the Rescue Room.

Fang Ziye was a prominent figure in the Surgical System; the people in the Emergency Department knew him very well and let him in directly by swiping his face.

Song Yi wore a White Coat following at Fang Ziye's side, and no one asked who he was.

Fang Ziye bringing a few students and Assistants was a very normal thing.

After getting Gloves and hats at the Rescue Area Nurse Station, he went straight to Rescue Room 5.

After Fang Ziye entered the door, he directly started getting hands-on; this was a patient with active bleeding in the lower limb and abdominal arteries.

Without taking much time, Fang Ziye picked up several Hemostats and went crack-crack, cutting down the arterial active bleeding!

"Sister Tong, why are you here in the Rescue Room dealing with arterial bleeding? Is the Rescue Area full today?" Fang Ziye asked.

Huang Yutong was a Deputy Director Physician and Associate Professor in Internal Medicine of the Emergency Department, thirty-seven years old this year, with a slightly plump figure.

Hearing this, she carefully looked at the patient's Vital Signs, confirming they were slowly trending toward Stable, before replying: "The Emergency Department here is unpredictable."

"There were no major car accidents today, just scattered emergency patients, and they can fill up the Rescue Rooms."

"Today the almanac must be inauspicious; I was originally on rotational rest."

"Not to mention me, even Lin Xinyi from eicu has come to the Emergency Department Operating Room to do Debridement and Suturing..."

"There aren't enough people." Huang Yutong was complaining with an explanation.

After speaking, Huang Yutong then thought: "Professor Fang, hurry and go to Rescue Room 9; the situation there is even more critical, and I don't know if they've been transferred to the Operating Room."

Fang Ziye asked: "Sister Tong, do you remember which two Rescue Rooms requested the Whole Hospital Consultation on this side?"

"Rooms 9 and 7, but the patient in Room 7 had already suffered cardiac arrest when I was admitting this patient; I don't know if they've given up resuscitation now."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye strode out.

When he arrived at neighboring Room 7, inside the White Coats were empty, with only a White Cloth covering the 'Patient'!

The neighboring Room 9 was also empty of people, but the patient wasn't there either; estimated to have gone to the Operating Room.

Fang Ziye returned to Room 7 and checked the patient's carotid artery.

The skin had already cooled!

After covering with the White Cloth again, Fang Ziye then called Deng Zhi of the Emergency Department, asked clearly that it was in Operating Room 11, and then Fang Ziye and Song Yi hurriedly rushed up!

"Professor Fang! Professor Fang is here." As soon as Fang Ziye entered the Operating Room, someone recognized Fang Ziye and shouted inside.

"Professor Fang, you've come just in time. Come up on stage quickly." Tang Xiaoping's voice, both lucky and flustered, rang out.

Song Yi watched the scene unfold, his heart not greatly stirred, yet some ripples remained.

His own teacher carried considerable weight at Tongji Hospital, yet such a thing had befallen Fang Ziye, someone his own age...

Fang Ziye did not let Song Yi go up on stage, and Song Yi did not continue to volunteer himself.

There were many people in the operating room; they did not lack him as an assistant.

Fang Ziye did not stand on ceremony; after going out, he quickly washed his hands, disinfected, put on his clothes, and arrived at the operating table.

Just as he approached the operating table, Fang Ziye was stunned.

He furrowed his brow and said, "This is a big case! ~"

Chen Guofeng, the Director of Emergency Surgery, had already come up to the stage by now, saying, "Ziye, I heard Tang Xiaoping say that you previously performed such a rescue at this hospital area?"

Fang Ziye did not reply, continuing to scan the surgical field up, down, left, and right, beginning to design the surgical procedure that should be followed.

Tang Xiaoping replied, "Yes, Professor Chen. At that time, Professor Deng Haibo and Professor Wu Yong were both on stage. Professor Fang is precisely the one who reconstructed patients with abdominal blood supply nearly destroyed."

"Professor Wu said that for abdominal cavity local blood supply destruction, nationwide there are not many people who can reconstruct it."

Although the abdominal trunk artery is only a branch of the abdominal aorta, its subsequent blood supply system can be said to be chaotic and disordered.

A general surgeon who is not particularly professional would find it especially difficult to figure out the specific blood supply pathway, let alone blood supply destruction reconstruction under emergency trauma.

Hearing this, Chen Guofeng said, "Having prior treatment experience is good, then I can rest assured."

"I'll leave this side first. The organ damage on the other side of Seven Rooms is more severe; I'll go handle it."

"Whether this patient lives or dies, we still expect Professor Fang's miraculous hand. If even Professor Fang cannot save him, then there's nothing to be done." Chen Guofeng took a deep breath, his voice especially calm.

As the Director of the Emergency Department, deciding life and death must be his task, and it must be decisive and clean, without affecting the rescue work for subsequent and other patients.

Today, if not for Fang Ziye working three shifts, Chen Guofeng would not have pushed the patient into the operating room to mess around.

Today there were many emergency patients. To invest a large amount of manpower and material resources for this person, resulting in some other patients who should have been routinely rescued by the hospital dying, that would clearly be a case of the loss outweighing the gain.

As the Director of the Emergency Department, Chen Guofeng must ensure the emergency rescue success rate and lower the mortality rate.

Although this statement is cruel, it is a way of survival that the Emergency Department must consider.

When Chen Guofeng left, Fang Ziye did not speak. A full five minutes passed before Fang Ziye raised his head and said, "Tonight is gone!!"

The last time such a patient came, Tang Xiaoping heard people say Fang Ziye worked on him for over nine hours straight, and now it is already early morning.

By the time the key part of the surgery is finished, it is estimated to be nine o'clock in the morning!

"Professor Fang, thank you for your hard work! ~" Tang Xiaoping could only cheer Fang Ziye on.

It's not that he isn't capable enough, but this kind of thing—others can't pick it up, you can't put it down, so you'd best not keep yammering on; just honestly admit defeat.

But after all, the patient is considered lucky; just on this day, he happened to encounter Fang Ziye on duty.

The surgery continued.

The surgical approach is not considered difficult.

The patient's emergency bleeding has been controlled, with no massive hemorrhage, but now the difficulty lies in reconstructing the blood supply to each organ after controlling the bleeding.

Even if the bleeding is controlled, it only allows the patient to escape life-threatening danger in the short term.

If the bleeding stops but the functions of the stomach, liver, spleen, and pancreas cannot be saved, then apart from immortals, anyone would die!

Blood supply reconstruction is a surgical approach and also a surgical form; the basic principles and logic are not difficult—it just comes down to the specific and minute operation...

This requires a display of extremely refined basic skills.

There is no logic to speak of. What can be done, can be done; what cannot be done, even with too many tricks, is of no use at all. At least current research has not yet produced any 'auxiliary instrument' or 'method' capable of breaking through the level of basic skills to take down 'it'!

Song Yi had been watching from the side the whole time without speaking, until at three forty in the morning, Lan Tianluo, the Chief Resident of Orthopedics at your hospital, walked in from outside, and Song Yi finally found an acquaintance.

When Lan Tianluo saw Song Yi, he was first surprised for a moment, then shook hands with Song Yi: "Elder Brother Yi, how did you come here?"

This matter is a long story; Song Yi summed it up in a simple sentence: "Came to hang around with Professor Fang for a while."

"Doctor Lan, does your hospital's Orthopedics Department even take on emergency surgeries for abdominal blood supply reconstruction?"

Orthopedics is Orthopedics.

If the blood supply to Orthopedics is cut off, there is still amputation as a backup plan afterward.

Amputating both lower limbs can still save a life, but no one says cutting out the liver, pancreas, etc., can still save a life.

If the blood supply at the liver hilum and the pancreatic artery cannot be reconstructed, the patient is basically waiting for death.

Therefore, abdominal blood supply destruction must be reconstructed in the emergency department.

Generally speaking, abdominal blood vessels rarely suffer mangled extremity; even if it does occur, the patient basically 'kicks the bucket' before the organs do.

The blood supply to the abdomen is well protected. If it gets smashed like this, most emergency patients won't even make it to the hospital.

"No, it's just that my Senior Brother occasionally helps out. The main work is still handled by the Vascular Surgery teachers." Lan Tianluo replied truthfully.

Song Yi nodded: "Then I can rest assured. I can't really understand it myself; it's been a long time since I've been exposed to abdominal anatomical structures."

Lan Tianluo replied: "Very normal. If you haven't mastered the things within your own specialty, how can we find time to worry about abdominal blood supply reconstruction?"

"But watching this kind of extremely complex abdominal blood supply reconstruction surgery is also beneficial for us when receiving emergency orthopedic patients."

"Even if we can't learn the specific operations, we can at least learn the approach."

"My Senior Brother even has to reconstruct the cystic artery..." Lan Tianluo was momentarily at a loss for words.

The gallbladder is somewhat important, but not that important.

After all, the gallbladder is just a place to store bile, not responsible for producing bile. The bile secreted by the liver can act directly on the intestinal tract.

This is also the basic physiological theory why some cholecystectomy patients can look no different from normal people!

However, at this moment, Fang Ziye, adhering to the principle of preserving what can be preserved, also reconstructed the cystic artery.

This kind of operation is the most solid basic skill. There are no tricks to speak of; one can only bring every meticulous step of the operation to the extreme.

If Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo brought out a textbook right now, they would discover that Fang Ziye's current suturing operation and incision technique operation have no variations at all; they all follow the incision and suturing operations in the textbook, proceeding with reconstruction according to normal anatomical structures.

The specific and minute operations may be precise to a degree of rigor that ordinary people find hard to imagine.

Saying an incision of three millimeters, it cannot possibly be three point one millimeters or two point nine millimeters.

This is the control capability of incision technique and suturing technique — it has already reached absolute control!

Every small operation is a miracle!

Past four o'clock, Lan Tianluo went out again and handled a manual reduction technique, then came back to seriously observe and learn...

Song Yi filmed many videos; these videos nearly filled up his phone's storage.

You have to understand, Song Yi's phone was 200-plus grams, with nearly several dozen grams of video remaining!

But several hours of ultra-high-definition video could still fill up the remaining storage space.

Seeing Song Yi about to open a cloud membership, Lan Tianluo said: "Elder Brother, don't waste money; I'll record the remaining videos."

"We have a lot of this kind of recorded video here; if you want them, go ask my senior brother's student Hu Qingyuan!"

"Every operation's basic skills, and every specialty's basic operational techniques common in orthopedics, are all there."

"Even the teaching videos of senior brother personally teaching students are there."

Song Yi listened, tone slightly excited: "Really? Great! ~"

"I won't pass them on."

Lan Tianluo had already pressed the record button; hearing this he turned his head: "Senior brother actually doesn't mind passing them on; it's just that those teaching videos, people without a certain level of skill watching them will feel there's nothing to see, too rigid and mechanical."

"But in reality, the more high-end the basic skills, the less there is any technique to speak of — it's all precise calculation, every step is extreme control."

"Senior brother says: first train extreme control to perfection, then you can reach adaptability; if you can master adaptability, that's National Treasure Doctor level."

"This is senior brother's concrete description of that realm."

"He also said: when National Treasure Doctor realm reaches a certain fire candidate, one can pretend one's own operation, imitate others' operations."

"For example, senior brother can sometimes simulate my operation level! But sometimes he cannot."

Song Yi understood the previous sentences quite transparently; the last sentence left him somewhat bewildered: "Why is that?"

Lan Tianluo was already filming with full concentration, holding the perspective steady, and replied: "I've asked senior brother this question too."

"He said: each person's level — the floor lies in instinct after excessive repetition; the ceiling lies in supernormal performance under extremely full mental state."

"But once a person's level reaches another dimension, even their most instinctive performance won't be too poor."

"Even a stream-of-consciousness surgery while drunk might be better than what ordinary people do; so at that level, even if he pretends to do poorly."

"As long as it's not chaotic operation, it won't be too poor."

"Operations that don't follow rules and surgical procedure can't count as effective operations; anyway, as long as it's effective operation, the floor of the level is kept in check."

Song Yi understood Lan Tianluo's meaning, carefully savored it for a while, and said: "Actually my master and my senior brothers all feel Professor Fang's operation level definitely reached that kind of legendary realm."

"But it's only speculation; whether it's specifically reached, even predecessors who have reached the legendary realm themselves watching it may not be able to determine — it still requires Professor Fang's own recognition."

"Now we can rest assured."

"Legendary! A transmittable wonder that shouldn't appear in reality, yet a concrete realm that has appeared in reality..." Song Yi's voice trembled lightly.

In reality, it's not a wuxia world, so no one has ever spoken of realms; at most it's just biased description.

Describing someone's level as very high is a metaphor calling them a legendary figure.

But a true legend is a wonder that can be handed down through generations.

Eastern Han has had no few legendary levels, but they're distributed across various disciplines; among them, modern physics especially nuclear physics is the most widely known.

Some people, from nothing to something, used abacuses to calculate out a town-guarding divine sword.

But in the medical circle, those publicly recognized as legendary, especially in the surgical system, are only those few people.

Father of Chinese Surgery Qiu Fazu, Hepatobiliary Surgery Academician Wu Mengchao, and Hand Surgery pioneer of finger replantation Chen Zhongwei Old Academician.

It's not that other top surgical experts and academicians' levels aren't high enough; it's that they after all haven't stepped into the realm worthy of being called legendary, so they cannot reappear in the world as "deified"!

Not only must one have the ability to be deified, one must have the achievements to be deified!

Generally speaking, if ability is enough, achievements won't be too poor either.

And this realm has always been profound and more profound; perhaps decades without one appearing, perhaps appearing in the same place at the same time.

Lan Tianluo did not answer Song Yi's words.

If he hadn't grown up following Fang Ziye, at first glance at Fang Ziye's current level he would also sigh at the impermanence of the world, the difficulty of heavenly mandate.

Don't take your useless talent and even more useless effort to challenge someone else's talent.

There's this saying in the mathematics circle and on the internet.

What you research and study your whole life might be a little toy some person tinkered out in an afternoon during leisure.

This world, in its bestowal of things like talent, is this unfair.

It is innate, unchanging with any change of anything.

Talent and qualification are different; talent is innate, qualification is acquired.

All of a person's accumulation can be classified as qualification, but cannot be categorized as talent.

"Elder Brother, if you had stayed at our Zhongnan Hospital before, maybe your current realm would be even higher."

"But Professor Duan's side is pretty good too." Lan Tianluo said this.

Song Yi fell silent!

Could only be silent.

Deng Yong wanting to favor Li Yuanpei is Deng Yong's choice; he wants to be good to everyone.

Song Yi was unwilling for his teacher to "induce" him for Li Yuanpei's sake, so Song Yi chose to leave.

This is also his own choice.

Adults can have their own choices, but must also be responsible for their own choices.

Of course, Song Yi isn't that kind of single-minded person; because of Deng Yong's matter back then, he doesn't directly hold a grudge against Zhongnan Hospital and cut off all contact.

He merely has an opinion about what Deng Yong did back then; even now, facing Deng Yong, he dares say a sentence: "Professor Deng, you're a bit biased..."

Deng Yong couldn't fart a word!

This is an established fact.

Time rolled on; several hours passed, utterly inconspicuous.

By the time Fang Ziye emerged from the operating room with Lan Tianluo and Song Yi, the morning's fish-belly white had turned over for several hours already, the scorching sun high in the sky.

Even in the first lunar month, Han City was still somewhat hot.

"Damn, it's 11:40." Fang Ziye checked the time.

"You guys haven't eaten breakfast either, right?"

"Let's go eat lunch together." Fang Ziye said.

After speaking, Fang Ziye requested leave in the group chat: "Professors, I haven't rested since yesterday morning until now, just finished two emergency surgeries."

"I'm not coming to the animal lab today, I really can't stay awake any longer!"

If Fang Ziye insisted on staying awake, he definitely could have.

But still that same saying — animal experiment progress won't suddenly save a few lives; Fang Ziye had no need to stake his life staying up for it.

Nearly twenty-eight hours without sleep is no great achievement; under any circumstances, it should be a "sorrow" worthy of pity!

Whether to save people, or for a living, or for other late nights — all should be encounters worthy of pity.

"Professor Fang, you've made me completely change how I address you; you can still call me Song Yi or Elder Brother, but I feel these two surgeries — simply calling you Industry Brother can no longer persuade my psychological activity."

"True words."

Song Yi finished, took a deep breath: "Such capability deserves anyone to treat with the title 'Professor'."

At 8:10 AM, Fang Ziye was temporarily called away and went to snatch back an emergency patient's life — an emergency patient with intraoperative aortic rupture!

So, when Fang Ziye returned again, he retook charge of the surgery's continuation, operated until now, only then concluding the critical part.

Delayed nearly two-plus hours.

Still that same saying — for that kind of blood supply reconstruction, besides Fang Ziye no one can do it; even if only a small part remains, it's still impossible!

Others coming midway to take over dare not operate, and would scatter the blood supply Fang Ziye had previously reconstructed.

Because their basic skills aren't qualified to take over!

"Whatever, I'm really hungry and sleepy now, I just want to eat, eat then sleep well." Fang Ziye's brain was a bit muddled.

"Tian Luo, don't drive, just take a taxi there." Fang Ziye said.

Lan Tianluo walked to the parking lot and paused, grinning: "Senior Brother, stop trying to scheme me, I'm not that stupid."

"As the saying goes, predecessors set the example, followers learn the example."

"How you were dissed by the two Old Academicians back then, I still remember very clearly."

"I'm the Chief Resident, I must do my Chief Resident duty, even if you're the Director."

"If Senior Brother packs some for me later and sends it over, I'll feel very lucky."

"Senior Brother needn't use various opportunities to knock/warn me either." Lan Tianluo's mind was sharp, giving Fang Ziye zero chance to 'go crazy' acting as a leader.

Song Yi then exclaimed: "You Chief Residents aren't even allowed to go out for a meal now?"

"Isn't this too inhumane?"

Tongji Hospital's Trauma Surgery has never produced an Academician, so even Duan Hong and them fundamentally don't understand how cruel that election step is!

At that step, any mistake you previously made might be dug up by someone!

You can be very excellent, but you must also ensure you yourself have no major oversight; otherwise if this oversight can't be plugged.

Flaws don't hide virtues, but merits don't outweigh faults either!

Meticulous — no major error; cautious — no major fault!

"Your Senior Brother suffered losses, and these losses are already set in stone, so he wants to teach you more — not deliberately design schemes against you."

"Those past events are all vivid in memory, and there's evidence to follow — this is a point of apprehension in my heart."

"Although nothing happened during my outings was my luck, actually I was playing with fire myself."

"No one can maintain rationality and calm at all times; every choice we make requires facing its consequences."

"Whether being scolded, reprimanded, punished — all are corresponding consequences."

"In the end, people still compete on who can endure loneliness..." Fang Ziye nodded, pinched Lan Tianluo's shoulder, doing psychological soothing.

Is the Chief Resident period lonely?

Lonely, too lonely.

Lonely enough to drive one crazy, make one manic.

Eating and living in the hospital, unable to leave a certain hospital range — it's a disguised cage; Fang Ziye doesn't say he'll go crazy for it, but feels his psychology is somewhat unhealthy too.

When busy, don't even have the heart to eat.

Although many Chief Residents still go home, that's all gambling on luck.

Because once something happens, you Chief Resident aren't in the hospital range, exceed the emergency consultation time — you f***ing have not half a point to explain.

Hospital rules are set there; you're just a Chief Resident, you can't transcend them — if you can't transcend, you can only be bound and constrained by them.

Fang Ziye then left with Song Yi.

Picked a nearby restaurant, ordered a few local dishes, then slowly sipped hot tea to warm the stomach.

Song Yi looked at Fang Ziye for a long time, then said: "Professor Fang, do you usually do surgeries like this?"

Fang Ziye glanced at Song Yi: "What do you mean?"

Song Yi said: "I mean, your group's usual surgeries — are they all done like these two surgeries?"

"Saying something not too pleasant — if it's like this, interns go on stage first and do most of it, Professor Fang you can still snatch the surgery back?"

Song Yi's voice was very calm.

What "interns operate and Fang Ziye can still snatch it back" means — Fang Ziye himself is the greatest foundation.

You just mess around!

If you're a professional, you wouldn't produce a mangled extremity, would you?

Femoral artery ruptured?

No problem.

Nerve got cut? Not a big issue either.

How much confidence is this?

Fang Ziye understood Song Yi's meaning and said with a laugh: "I'm right here, so if we don't do surgery this way, how else would we do it?"

"Where would I run off to?"

Fang Ziye's words were very philistine.

I'm only responsible for my own team's matters; it's not like I can allow bottom for every surgery of all our orthopedics department teams at any time.

Song Yi swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva and nodded lightly!

"Professor Fang, wait for me to discuss properly with my master for a while, and strive to secure a no-responsibility."

"Actually, my master told us long ago that Professor Fang, your vision lies not in the titles of Zhongnan Hospital and Tongji Hospital, nor in which team in Hubei Province is the discipline leader."

"Not even in whether Zhongnan Hospital can become a domestic trauma surgery holy land."

"But we can't; we don't have your kind of strength, so thinking about these things is just avoiding overreaching."

"But we must have this ambition, and strive to move toward this grand direction."

"The word 'academic' has no special boundaries."

"Doctors actually shouldn't have them either; even if bound by constraints, we must think about breaking free from constraints."

"But the premise of breaking free from constraints is that we can feel that sense of being constrained..." Song Yi had his own thinking, his own thoughts, and expressed them.

You don't even have the realization that scientists have nationality, yet you still say this line — that's just parroting others, purely following the trend.

The essence of medicine is not to be defined.

Following Fang Ziye, Song Yi slowly saw this step, and thus looked forward to looking even deeper...

(Chapter End)