Chapter 791: Medical School Overlord Chapter 788 Trauma and Chronic Disease

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

Fang Ziye's tone was polite, and the other party carried no other emotion, still smiling: "Professor Fang, I know your identity is not ordinary, and you have some other connections."

"But I still hope to advise you, Professor Fang, that you do not mislead yourself. With your abilities, you have a bright future ahead; wherever you go, it's merely a matter of choice."

"Each has its own benefits."

Fang Ziye said: "Teacher, I recognize your point, but whether practicing medicine or doing research, it should be free."

"Choosing a career should also be free..."

The other party was quite disdainful: "Professor Fang, you are still too young... If you want to progress, you cannot..."

Fang Ziye interrupted him: "Who said work must be for progress?"

"I'm throwing these words out here, listen well: if Eastern Han is so big that it cannot tolerate a Fang Ziye who doesn't seek progress, then I might as well go die!"

"But I believe the country I deeply love is not rotten to such a stench!"

"I'll say this to you too: if you have the ability, you can cut off my future, it doesn't matter; you can even take my life! ~ It doesn't matter either."

Fang Ziye's tone was calm; at this point he took a deep breath: "I also want to see just how I can be at the mercy of circumstances!"

The other party fell silent.

Silent until his breathing became somewhat stiff.

"Hanging up, Teacher." Fang Ziye's tone remained polite.

The other party's tone then became somewhat stiff: "Professor Fang, do you know how many benefits you could gain if you came over, even if it provided no help, even if you just came to hang your name and hang around for a while?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know; don't say any more, this is meaningless."

Fang Ziye let out a long sigh of relief and said: "Whether the grand principles I learned at school were taught by teachers because someone deliberately made them teach, or whether they truly thought so."

"I believe it, so your purpose has been achieved."

"The principles the teachers taught me, I have kept in mind; so now that things have come to this point, I'll just treat them as my creed!"

"Those lessons from society, I'll attend if I want to, and won't if I don't; I also don't want to serve!"

"So, you don't need to tell me grand principles either; you can use this big social environment to give me new education lessons, and I'll watch!"

"Watch them seriously."

Isn't it just waving a big flag?

Fang Ziye can do that too!

"Teacher, which word is wrong? You pick one for me." Fang Ziye planted a mine for the other party.

This time, the other party hung up the phone first.

He dared to pick out a wrong word; if Fang Ziye had recorded it with other equipment, he would be in trouble!

After hanging up, Fang Ziye did not dare to take this matter lightly, but hurriedly called Chen Guangbai.

Actually, Fang Ziye should have contacted Chen Song directly, but Dean Chen Song was old after all, had already retired, and had mobility issues.

"Professor Fang, good morning! ~" Chen Guangbai's mood was especially relaxed.

"Uncle Chen, things were fine originally, but after receiving a call just now, they're not so good." Fang Ziye replied truthfully.

Then Fang Ziye truthfully recounted the entire content of the call just now; after finishing, Fang Ziye took a deep breath.

He added: "Doctor Chen, I feel somewhat confused!"

"They have different divisions of labor and tasks, so the causes of the chronic disease types they face are different."

"Those who persist in 'physical labor' and have undergone long-term training generally have good cardiopulmonary quality, and their organ functions have become quite healthy due to exercise."

"So what remains in their bodies are sequelae brought by trauma, such as arthritis, such as functional disorders in training and missions, such as spinal cord injury."

"But some only engage in 'mental labor,' claiming to be proficient in human relations, with endless cigarettes and alcohol; amidst toasting and drinking, the damage remaining in their bodies is mostly left by other chronic non-traumatic disease types..."

"Such as hypertension, diabetes, fatty liver, arteriosclerosis, and other non-traumatic disease types."

"I'm just an orthopedic doctor, after all?"

Fang Ziye was no longer an ordinary youth, so the basic logic he could dissect was not simple.

If analyzed seriously, it was that some old comrades engaged in politics and the military and their family members were in states that were generally different.

The meaning of this strange call coming in was exactly this clash of swords.

Fang Ziye was just one person!

"All services will be prioritized for some people; how should I choose?"

"Uncle Chen, I'm not questioning or blaming you; I just want to hear your thoughts, that's all!" Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye did not believe that Academician Chen Xiaoping of Tongji Hospital, who had always been dedicated to the research of 'liver' transplantation surgery and the development of 'liver' microcirculation instruments, did so merely out of personal interest, without other factors mixed in.

Academician Chen Xiaoping was a hepatobiliary surgery person; he had engaged in this industry, so he could not avoid it!

Currently, in all of Eastern Han's hepatobiliary surgery, it could be said that the Academician's output was relatively more than other disciplines, and liver transplantation was even the focus of research.

The greatest harm brought by drinking alcohol isn't the liver?

Chen Guangbai said: "Fang Ziye, part of what you just analyzed is correct, but another part is not."

"Good health doesn't mean not drinking or smoking, nor that one doesn't need..."

"Of course, regarding the difficult problem you face, our sanatorium will definitely step in to solve it; and I can clearly tell you, as long as your attitude is clear, Fang Ziye, then Professor Fang, you will definitely not receive a transfer letter!"

"Your file is currently in our Military Region Yangyuan!"

"Currently, except for that old man personally stepping forward, no one else can reach so far, reaching across so many of us to directly make a move on you."

Chen Guangbai didn't speak in absolutes either.

Fang Ziye was quite satisfied with Chen Guangbai's answer: "Chen Shu, that goes without saying."

"However, you just mentioned that non-traumatic chronic diseases aren't only in that circle either — the army has them too?"

Chen Guangbai laughed: "Fang Ziye, character is character, personality is personality, character has nothing to do with whether one drinks or not!"

"My dad said there are far more heavy smokers and stinking drunkards in there than outside; even though the rules forbid drinking, basically everyone from top to bottom finds opportunities to break the rules."

"Hmm…"

"Fang Ziye, it's fine, our sanatorium has very rich experience handling this kind of thing! So you don't need to worry."

"During your conversation, did the other party mention their unit?"

Fang Ziye shook his head: "I didn't ask, and I don't want to ask."

"Not asking is good; what I mean is, it's best if the other party brings it up on their own initiative!"

"Do what you want to do; if our sanatorium can't even retain the people we want to keep, then there's no need for us to continue running it." Chen Guangbai gave Fang Ziye a very affirmative tone once again.

Fang Ziye replied: "Thank you, Chen Shu. I think this matter is quite serious, so I wanted to contact you in advance, lest something happen suddenly and there's no time to react."

Chen Guangbai heard this, thought slightly, then said: "Fang Ziye, your tone now can be relatively more decisive."

"If the other party dares to mobilize your file, we can find reasons to go trouble them!"

"After all, the AI prosthesis you previously led a team to develop isn't just for the disabled anymore."

Chen Guangbai gave Fang Ziye a not-so-obvious hint.

"Ah? What? Chen Shu?" Fang Ziye froze for a moment.

Chen Guangbai said: "Ziye, you'd better not pry; knowing too much isn't good for you. Anyway, you don't need to fear others actively investigating your file — whoever truly sets out to investigate will most likely end up unlucky."

"It's just that my dad, for certain reasons, didn't want you to enter that kind of research too deeply, so he suppressed your transfer order."

"Moreover, they saw your talent in medicine was higher, able to bring health to more people, so they didn't persist further."

Fang Ziye heard this, his back went cold: "Thank you, Chen Shu. Then I won't ask. I have to go to the animal lab now!"

Chen Guangbai said: "Alright, Fang Ziye, you go ahead……"

……

Rongcheng. After Chen Guangbai hung up the phone, he told the driver: "Drive back to the hotel first. We won't go to Doctor Nong Lao's place for now."

"Doctor Chen, Doctor Nong Lao was an appointment you got with great difficulty; we waited nearly a week for this slot?" The driver expressed his opinion.

"Go back. After returning, you call Doctor Nong Yisheng and say we were delayed here; we'll find another chance to visit and consult next time." Chen Guangbai replied very decisively.

Although visiting Doctor Nong Yisheng was also very important, right now Fang Ziye's difficult problem — he had to inform his own father about it.

"Dad! Ziye's current situation differs very little from what you faced back then in Jingdu." After the call connected, Chen Guangbai didn't state the actual situation.

Chen Song wasn't surprised: "Some people think medical care is a service; all services, as long as they are services, relatively superior resources will concentrate locally."

"Fang Ziye being targeted by them was only a matter of time."

Chen Guangbai said: "Dad, then what do we do now? We people here don't have much experience coping and handling this."

"The Health Group's banner and power are no small thing!"

The Health Group's full name is the Health Committee.

This department is extraordinarily mysterious; you don't know where it will arrange the surgery, which doctor will be the lead surgeon, or which expert and professor will be responsible for the primary diagnosis.

Outsiders are completely unaware of this.

Chen Song said: "Guangbai, you don't need to worry."

"As long as there are channels, it's relatively open; things in an open state can be not kept for oneself!"

"Our sanatorium, in principle, how could we bypass them?"

"So actually this matter can be left unhandled! Don't underestimate some people's cognition and vision too much."

"The current leader in charge of the military region's health isn't a fool either." Chen Song replied.

Chen Guangbai reminded: "Old Dad, I still think making a call to notify them would be safer; otherwise Fang Ziye will feel very insecure."

Sometimes, notifying in advance and letting the other party react by instinct are two different states.

"Fine, I'll contact them." Chen Song felt it was also necessary to give advance notice.

……

A day's good mood was ruined, yet not completely ruined!

After Fang Ziye arrived at the animal lab, Liao Jia locked himself in an office!

Even Wang Si came, but Liao Jia still didn't give up work.

After Nie Mingxian told Fang Ziye about this, Fang Ziye hurriedly pushed open the door and barged in: "Liao Ge, it's okay, you can go rest now!"

Liao Jia was sitting at a computer right now, surrounded by all kinds of A4 paper case records and imaging films.

Scattered on the ground, they encircled him, like a cage made of white and black-and-white film.

Liao Jia just didn't want to come out; it wasn't that he didn't recognize people: "Fang Ziye, I'm finding the state right now. If this state of mine disappears, it might be a long time before it comes back."

"I still haven't completely transferred the clinical spinal cord injury state to the animal; there's still room for improvement."

"Spinal cord injury, in a relatively closed state but with functional residual circuit channels — in principle, there aren't only the ones we've currently verified."

"Based on currently grasped data, even spinal cord injury wouldn't particularly affect the neural potentials for walking inside."

"Potentials can cross-conduct!" Liao Jia said decisively.

"Nerves can be severed and still conduct potentials; then after spinal cord injury, why can't signals transmit anymore?"

"What exactly is interfering with information conduction?"

"The two characters 'damage' can't define it."

Fang Ziye directly lifted Liao Jia up: "Liao Ge, go see the child! Sister Wang Si is right outside!"

"If you're like this, Nie Ge and I can only use force on you!"

"Sharpening the knife doesn't delay the woodcutting — maybe rest a bit first, you'll have more ideas."

"Rushing won't make it come any faster."

Wang Si did not throw a tantrum and roll on the ground like an ordinary woman; she stood at the doorway right now, her gaze toward Liao Jia filled with heartache, and a trace of anger.

Yet also a bit unbearable.

As a researcher, being deep in an indescribable state is a rare and precious opportunity.

It must be very painful, but if one walks out of the pain, a crucial breakthrough and progress are very likely, comparable to years or even over a decade of hard work.

Some call it 'epiphany'!

Liao Jia had not yet reached a state of obstinate delusion; he glanced at the time and said, "Wife, my mind is extremely clear."

"I slept at ten o'clock yesterday, got up at four in the early morning, and it's only just past nine in the morning now."

"It's not the sleepless night they claim — you go back first, okay? I'll definitely be home before six this afternoon, won't affect tomorrow's prenatal checkup, and I'll accompany you too."

"I want to search for the state a bit more! It should be soon; even if not soon, I'll definitely find more crucial clues!" Liao Jia's mind was clear, logic distinct, and he very precisely gave the upper limit of his working hours.

Liao Jia rested?

And even slept six hours?

Then it's fine.

Fang Ziye looked at Nie Mingxian; Nie Mingxian said, "Liao Jia, we don't need to be this stubborn..."

"We're just doing this for the research project; no one's trying to take your life." Liao Jia replied, "Nie Mingxian, stop talking nonsense — this isn't risking my life."

"And if I don't continue today, I might regret it for many years — I'm not forcing myself!"

"If you're my good brother, just do me the trouble of sending me home..."

Wang Si said, "I came with my colleague!"

After Wang Si finished speaking, she turned and left; she was only worried about Liao Jia's condition, not forbidding him from working entirely.

After Wang Si left, Liao Jia clashed with Nie Mingxian again: "Are you crazy? I got up a bit early this morning to work overtime and you call my wife?"

Nie Mingxian pointed at the office with his finger: "Liao Jia, who knows if you were working overtime? Look at this place?"

"Fucking looks like a dog kennel — does it look like there's any trace of a normal person staying inside?"

Fang Ziye mediated: "Alright alright, Liao Ge, we won't disturb you anymore..."

As Fang Ziye spoke, he saw Song Yi walking in from outside the office — he was the one truly sporting dark circles.

Song Yi entered and immediately said, "Teacher Liao, I printed a few more papers."

After entering, Song Yi only then discovered there were many more people in the office.

Fang Ziye directly pushed Song Yi out the door: "Give me these things, then go to the rest room in the laboratory and get some proper rest."

"You look like you haven't rested for thirty-plus hours."

"If you collapse, Professor Duan Hong will hack me to pieces!"

Song Yi said, "Fang Ziye, I got too absorbed searching literature last night, originally planned to sleep, then Teacher Liao came over and asked me to find a few papers, and I've been searching until now."

"Delivered them and was about to go sleep..."

The team is a whole, but each member's own work and schedule arrangements cannot be entirely consistent.

Everyone silently contributes in various different forms behind the scenes, only then does the team progress; otherwise there'd definitely be someone dragging their feet as a slacker.

Fang Ziye also didn't stop thinking after leaving the laboratory; the former Lan Tianluo also worked overtime outside the lab doing statistical analysis, and Jie Han was also writing papers.

"Mm, good!"

"What I mean is, our research group's current progress is very smooth, no bottleneck period, so let's none of us work ourselves to death — there's no need!"

"If we really hit a difficult problem and bottleneck, we can all stay up together."

"You're making it seem like me and Nie Mingxian, plus those old professors, are all 'seduce and abandon' irresponsible scumbags — you're staying up here while we lie flat sleeping at home."

"Outsiders would think we're bullying you." Fang Ziye put it a bit harshly, but it was actually to make Song Yi and the rest rest more.

Normal working hours are fine.

When there's no need to push, absolutely don't think about risking your life.

After hearing this, Song Yi's expression didn't change; instead a smile surfaced: "Fang Ziye, okay okay okay, I'll remember!"

"I have my reasons for working overtime searching literature — I need to go to Magic Capital for a blind date, so I have to ask for leave."

"Maybe four or five days; I also don't want to delay the research group's normal progress, so I worked overtime last night to reduce your workload..."

"My flight is tonight."

Fang Ziye quite approved of Song Yi's thinking, saying, "Then just ask for leave directly?"

Song Yi is at that age too — time to find a girlfriend.

Only after finally settling the matters of two team members did Fang Ziye arrive at the operating room of the animal laboratory.

Today, Professor Wang Ou and Professor Zhang Quan from Spine Surgery didn't come, and even Dean Wang Xinghuan from Urology didn't come!

After all, the project has entered a routine phase; if they can't help, it's not good to just stand around as ornaments.

It was Master Deng Yong who came running from Zhongnan Hospital!

However, Deng Yong hadn't participated in the project from the start, so he couldn't quite understand the topics the other professors discussed; right now he was outside the operating room looking for a chance to smoke.

He ran into Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian head-on; Deng Yong was slightly embarrassed: "Ziye, Mingxian."

"Master, you came this early?" Fang Ziye asked.

The main campus of Zhongnan Hospital isn't far from here.

"Nothing important today, just thought I'd come see the specific situation!"

"It's been this long, I still haven't come over." Deng Yong didn't rush over to back Fang Ziye the first moment after his own strength improved, but waited until he stabilized his own level and mindset before coming to the animal laboratory.

"I just seemed to see Song Yi?"

Deng Yong's gaze was somewhat uncertain.

Nie Mingxian knew what had happened between Song Yi and Deng Yong before, so he avoided suspicion first: "Ziye, Teacher Deng, I'll go in first."

Fang Ziye said in a low voice: "Yes, Master, I invited Song Yi over from Professor Duan Hong's side."

"This matter, I haven't had time to report to you yet."

Song Yi harmed Deng Yong quite a bit, and the 'strike' Deng Yong brought to Song Yi wasn't small either!

Deng Yong narrowed his eyes, then touched the flesh mole on his chin: "Song Yi is essentially a very arrogant person, his mental world cannot tolerate even half a thorn."

"Dealing with such a person, you must be extra careful."

"Also, your master has currently proactively severed ties with Enshi Yangyuan, so in the future, if you're over there, you'll have to handle it yourself."

"My nominal affiliation there was ultimately improper, and my own capabilities were also relatively limited."

"And since it's already been brought up, it's not too good to go back on it now."

The sanatorium is a very snobbish place; the reason Deng Yong previously climbed into a relationship with the sanatorium was because the sanatorium valued Fang Ziye, so Deng Yong became the liaison hub between Zhongnan Hospital and the sanatorium.

But this also brought Deng Yong enormous benefits; most of the stains on him that needed washing have been washed away, and he now sits securely in the Bone Surgery Chief Director position.

And the previous Deng Yong performed too 'ordinarily'; even if Deng Yong had some 'cleverness' and could get Li Yongjun to come.

Ultimately, Deng Yong wouldn't become a pure administrative staffer; he didn't have much potential or talent before, so it wasn't good to forcibly keep a nominal post.

Deng Yong also didn't want to keep enduring the sanatorium's idle gossip, so he proactively proposed to withdraw...

"Master, it's fine, Doctor Chen also told me this; the sanatorium agreed to your application because in the future the sanatorium will proactively form a correspondence relationship with our teaching hospital."

"Then it won't be a 'dependent' relationship, but a cooperative relationship, so Dean Song Libo and them agreed to your application."

"As for Song Yi, Song Yi's personality is indeed quite rigid!" Fang Ziye nodded.

"But it's also okay; only a pure heart has sufficient motivation for progress."

From Fang Ziye's perspective looking at Song Yi, he's definitely a tsundere person.

Just because he felt uncomfortable in his heart, he didn't come to Zhongnan Hospital, and incidentally gave Deng Yong a fierce strike!

Almost like jumping up and slapping Deng Yong across the face.

I passed a special assessment and got the admission ticket, but I tore it up right in front of you, who told you to make me feel uncomfortable?

Which fresh graduate master's student would dare to go head-to-head like this with a famous trauma surgery professor?

Not afraid of being given a hard time later?

Song Yi just did it.

If it were Fang Ziye, he would feel that as long as he got the entry ticket, he wouldn't particularly care about the 'supervisor's' previous indifference.

But Song Yi isn't Fang Ziye; he would mind and hold a grudge!

Now, Song Yi is still such a person.

Fang Ziye added: "Master, actually Song Yi returning to Han City from Kyoto, coming from Tongji Hospital to here, just wants to do what he wants to do, no other thoughts."

"He doesn't like being constrained, even disguised constraint he doesn't like..."

Song Yi has always been this kind of person, not just now.

Nor was it only that one time facing Deng Yong.

"I also guessed as much, just didn't dare confirm before that Song Yi returning to Han City from Kyoto was simply because of what he thought in his heart."

"He could pass our hospital's operation assessment special channel, he absolutely wouldn't fail Kyoto University Affiliated Third Hospital's doctoral assessment."

"Just, such a person, getting along is very difficult, and might also be very tiring." Deng Yong said.

The more sensitive a person's mind, the more you have to mind their thoughts.

Because this requires you to cater to their emotions.

"Master... it's also okay... we can't expect that all capable people I encounter are Lan Tianluo and Jie Han."

"As long as they're outsiders, they all have their own tempers."

"For example, Big Brother Nie Mingxian, Big Brother Liao Jia, which one is easy to serve?"

"Master, you've also been a leader..." Fang Ziye touched his own nose.

Deng Yong crossed his arms and didn't want to smoke anymore: "Oh my, my Ziye now has quite the leadership demeanor, spouting big principles in a whole systematic way!"

Deng Yong was very happy.

Fang Ziye said: "Master, I'm going in to preside over the discussion."

Fang Ziye sat in the conference room's main speaker position, opened the PPT, which had the words Trauma Department and Non-Trauma Department written on it.

Fang Ziye held the PPT clicker, turned slightly sideways, and spoke: "Teachers, Professors, the content we're discussing today is trauma and non-trauma."

"This formulation was what I put up before today."

"But now, I plan to make a small temporary correction to it: trauma and chronic disease!"

"Can we ultimately find a relatively sensitive point to separate the basic pathological mechanisms of trauma and chronic disease?"

"I've thought about it for a long time personally, couldn't think of the key node; don't know if the teachers have any other ideas?"

Fang Ziye threw out the question.

This is a fundamental question, pathology-related.

Doing research projects is like this; the larger the project, the more small points to discuss, and the more and more fine-grained, the more and more specific and minute.

Hu Qingyuan is good at endorsement; after Fang Ziye raised the question, he raised his hand: "Master, after tissue injury, locally there is bleeding, blood clots, inactivated cells, etc., and the surrounding undamaged parts can develop inflammation."

"Inflammation originates from microvascular reactions; first brief constriction may occur, followed by dilation and congestion; simultaneously vascular permeability increases, water, electrolytes, and plasma proteins can enter tissue spaces."

"And white blood cells (neutrophils, monocytes, etc.) can enter tissue spaces and clefts from between endothelial cells. If trauma plus bacterial contamination and foreign body entry, the inflammatory response is relatively rapid and violent."

"This is the acute inflammatory response after trauma."

"Basic pathological changes of chronic inflammation caused by trauma include local tissue degeneration, exudation, and proliferation."

"Besides that, there's also specific inflammation and non-specific inflammation!"

"..."

Although Fang Ziye and the others are a group of surgeons, when surgeons do research, they also get involved in very basic things, and surgeons must also deeply understand these basic principles.

Otherwise, even if they produce data, it's just scratching the surface, not deep enough, and there won't be any especially major achievements and output...

Roughly after one hour, Professor Zhang Jianjun of the Neurology Department summarized: "Professor Fang, the concepts you raised actually have a scope that's still too broad."

"Whether the degeneration caused by spinal cord injury is completely consistent pathologically with degeneration caused by chronic illness, if we really want to specially, specially analyze them, it might be a major undergraduate or master's large class topic within the field of pathological basics."

"If our project needs a more in-depth breakthrough in this aspect to break through further, then the timeline would be stretched too long."

The more basic the thing, the harder it is to research, because there are many researchers, the research time is longer, and the breakthrough points and starting points for research become less and less."

Fang Ziye also recognized Professor Zhang Jianjun's view, nodding: "Yes, if we need to use pathological research progress to push forward our clinical project's progress, the timeline that needs to be stretched would be very long."

"But if reversed, it's different."

"Based on our current project progress, we know that after spinal cord injury, there still exist some closed potential channels."

"These channels can be stimulated by microcurrent, making them reactivate from a closed state, then in that case, have we discovered a phenomenon?"

"That is, the internal degeneration of the spinal cord after spinal cord injury might not affect potential conduction?"

"Is this conduction a direct vertical connection? Or a saltatory connection?"

"Then, is this conductibility due to insufficient depth in physiological basic research, or insufficient depth in pathological research?"

"One of the two must be true, this is what our project group can dig into deeply!!"

As soon as Fang Ziye finished speaking, he discovered everyone's eyes lit up, but apart from their eyes lighting up, everyone's expressions could be described as extremely egg-painful!

As the saying goes, proposing a project is like digging a pit.

The pits Fang Ziye is digging now aren't even filled, and he's started digging even bigger pits!

Is Fang Ziye planning to bury them all?

Of course, if they knew Fang Ziye once even "point-shot" an "Academician" to pull manpower, they'd feel how naive their current thoughts are.

Does Fang Ziye lack people?

Too lacking, lacking to death!

In the human resources aspect, Fang Ziye has reached a state of hunger to the point of madness.

So, now, so many people have entered the project group and still want to run?

No way!

The hunger-intolerable Fang Ziye just wants to dig pits to bury everyone, even if they aren't Academicians, nor the most most most famous professors, Fang Ziye wants them too!

Those with character up to standard, even if just an intern, Fang Ziye wants them all! (Chapter End)