Chapter 792

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

"Professor Fang, that's a bit unfair of you! ~"

"You're being too dishonest!" After the discussion meeting ended, Associate Professor Mei Bin of Neurology pointed his right hand at Fang Ziye, smiling at the corners of his eyes as he made a feint in the air.

In Mei Bin's vision, his index finger knocked against Fang Ziye's head.

Fang Ziye's face showed slight unease, a half-smile: "What does Professor Mei mean by this?"

Mei Bin replied: "Professor Fang, as the saying goes, drawing cakes to satisfy hunger at least knows there might be a cake later; the bait you've cast has a timeline stretched a bit too far."

"Several years or even over a decade later..." Mei Bin understood Fang Ziye's meaning, but Mei Bin didn't want to become Fang Ziye's puppet.

Fang Ziye replied: "Professor Mei, I have no choice either. Our Orthopedics Department isn't like other surgical departments — whether basic research or clinical projects, no one helps out."

"Fighting alone for so long, that's why I want to integrate into the broader environment, join a larger team, not be lonely anymore. People are social creatures; gathered they're a blaze. Only through unity, only through cooperation, only by twisting into a single rope..."

"Professor Mei, I'm suffering."

Mei Bin lowered his right hand, raised his left: "Alright alright, Professor Fang, enough, stop saying all that..."

Fang Ziye's chin pushed twice, voice meaningful: "Does Professor Mei disagree with my words? Or feel my proposals are wrong?"

Mei Bin's face instantly turned fearful, hurriedly saying: "Professor Fang, everyone says you're simple and honest, but your skill at putting hats on people is also furnace-fire-pure-blue! ~"

"Professor Fang, don't get me in trouble!"

"This kind of thing I can't handle."

In today's Eastern Han, though not to the point where a few words get you labeled, strict as a literary inquisition, one might still be painted by leaders as a typical case of "insufficient quality, still needs strengthened training."

Fang Ziye said: "Sorry Professor Mei, recently teaching and memorizing textbooks got me obsessed, couldn't switch out of it for a moment."

Mei Bin quickly narrowed his eyes: "Professor Fang, you still teach classes? Politics class?"

Fang Ziye sighed, nodded: "Yeah, a very realistic politics class..."

Mei Bin wasn't that easily misled, and wasn't thrown off by the helpless expression on Fang Ziye's face: "Which class isn't realistic?"

"Weren't you just giving us a class too, Professor Fang?"

Fang Ziye and Mei Bin happened to be standing at the fork between the operation room and the observation room.

Now because accumulated "cases" are increasing, the operation room and observation room must be separated; Fang Ziye and Liao Jia and others are responsible for continuously producing 'cases'.

Mei Bin and others are responsible for follow-up, data registration, etc. on the produced cases.

"Is Professor Mei being too sensitive?" Fang Ziye's expression struggled slightly.

Took a deep breath, then said: "Professor Mei, actually I'm stating facts. Our Orthopedics truly differs somewhat from other surgical departments."

"Corresponding to Hepatobiliary Surgery there's Digestive Internal Medicine; corresponding to Thoracic Surgery there's Respiratory Medicine, Neurology, Nephrology, Endocrinology..."

"Only our Orthopedics has no internal medicine department concerned with orthopedics-related basic research, so all of this must be pushed forward by ourselves."

"Professor Mei, if I put it this way, doesn't it sound even more pretentious?"

Fang Ziye could be considered patiently explaining to Mei Bin.

Fang Ziye knew just now he'd used a 'tactic', using something nonexistent as bait; if someone understood the research field less profoundly than Mei Bin, they'd likely jump into the pit.

This is equivalent to Fang Ziye casting a fishing rod!

But Mei Bin also had no need to keep pressing here; after all, he can express his thoughts, Fang Ziye can also express.

Hearing this, Mei Bin nodded very seriously: "Compared to this kind of preaching, the previous routine actually sounds more comfortable."

However, Mei Bin immediately changed wording: "Can't say it's a routine either, but ultimately it's a trap, Professor Fang..."

Fang Ziye didn't continue explaining, instead saying: "Hope Professor Mei can always keep his original heart, forever sincere."

"That way, I'll keep liking all your students for you. They've encountered a good teacher."

"Just kidding Professor Mei, I have to go get busy..." Fang Ziye left after speaking.

Mei Bin froze, after Fang Ziye left he discovered he'd again been invisibly propped up by Fang Ziye.

So-called routines can also be proficient methods for handling a certain type of matter, or standard answers for responding to a certain type of question.

Generally speaking, the higher the position to be reached, the more routines and answer rules one must proficiently master; if always sincere, not even understanding some basic answer routines, one might not even cross the threshold.

Fang Ziye had no time to struggle more with Mei Bin. Though after walking away, Fang Ziye deliberately looked back at Mei Bin a few times, feeling some regret.

But everyone has their own aspirations; Mei Bin's research ability is extremely outstanding, also representing he's harder to let go of 'grudges' and co-create with others; the more ideas a person has, the less easily they're enveloped by others' ideas.

After parting with Mei Bin, arrived at the practice room outside the operation room.

Inside, quite a few people were surrounding Liao Jia asking things.

Liao Jia's temper was slightly explosive right now: "Don't ask this kind of simple question!"

"Go look up materials yourself! I remember I looked it up before."

"Can't find it? If you can't find it, think of a way. I forgot where I found it too..."

Liao Jia's emotions fluctuated greatly: "Your line of thinking isn't bad; maybe my clinical is still a shortcoming. Even having seen some intraoperative changes in patients in the OR, can't deeply understand."

"Qingyuan, have Liao Jia come out, say I want to see him alone." Fang Ziye said to Hu Qingyuan upon hearing this.

About ten minutes later, Fang Ziye finally saw Liao Jia alone.

But the moment Liao Jia saw Fang Ziye, he proactively laughed and ate melon first: "Just now Song Yi and Deng Yong met, scene was quite awkward for a moment!"

"What's awkward about it? Polite greetings count as awkward?" Fang Ziye rolled his eyes at Liao Jia.

Liao Jia purely belonged to making conversation out of nothing.

Yet Liao Jia crossed his arms: "No matter what, the labels 'picking up scraps' and 'failing to recognize people' Deng Yong Professor can't escape! ~"

"As for Song Yi, don't know how to handle the relationship with Professor Deng Yong either."

Fang Ziye frowned slightly: "Why?"

Back when they were in Enshi, Song Yi had set Deng Yong on fire over something from years past, and Deng Yong had already been 'punished.'

It's not that Deng Yong being 'punished' means Song Yi must forgive him, but there's no need to keep harping on it!

"Why else? We're all one team—anyone asks, and Song Yi just spills the whole story honestly."

Liao Jia seemed to read Fang Ziye's mind from his expression: "Once people reach a certain age, they seem to change; outsiders who never look at your other abilities don't just look at your personal ability."

"Whether Song Yi's situation happens or not, actually Teacher Deng's vision looks especially limited in outsiders' eyes."

"With so many talents in your department, besides picking up your leak, he doesn't touch anyone else at all……"

Fang Ziye took a deep breath: "So then, when Song Yi met my Master, they shouldn't have been awkward, right?"

"Others have opinions about my Master, but it's not because of Song Yi."

Liao Jia said: "It's not like that."

"Deng Yong choosing Li Yuanpei and not choosing Song Yi is a very strong comparative example!"

"Besides, Song Yi previously came over voluntarily to surrender, but Teacher Deng Yong ignored him."

"If we really discuss the nature of this matter, it's just that Deng Yong's 'level' isn't high enough; otherwise it would be an academic clique monopoly incident."

"Passed up gold and didn't take it, just went picking up scraps……"

Fang Ziye said: "So I'm the scrap? Who thinks that?"

Liao Jia scratched his ears: "Picking up scraps and not knowing people go together. What are you pinning on your own head?"

"I'm not talking about you, so we don't need to name names, right?"

"By the way, why did you come to me?" Liao Jia changed the subject.

Fang Ziye said: "Liao Ge, my point is, since you're not good at clinical work, don't think about being perfect for now."

"Many clinical operations aren't that easy to learn."

Fang Ziye was afraid Liao Jia wouldn't understand and would keep drilling into a dead end.

"Rest assured, obsessing without enlightenment and not persisting at all are two different things; I can manage this degree myself."

Liao Jia said this, then took another deep breath and narrowed his eyes: "Ziye, I've said so much about that previous topic—can you understand what I mean?"

Liao Jia brought the topic back around himself.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Balancing the relationship between my Master's School and my cooperative team, as well as interest disputes."

Liao Jia reminded him: "Not just interest disputes, but also the relationship between the two—that's the most delicate part!"

"I'll ask you one thing: if Teacher Deng Yong wants to prove his choice back then wasn't wrong, how would Teacher Deng Yong do it? What would he need to do? Would it affect our research project's normal progress?"

"If Song Yi still wants to confirm……"

Fang Ziye took a deep breath and interrupted Liao Jia: "My Master wouldn't think about proving anything; if he really thought that way, let him prove it himself!"

"How he uses his own ability, through existing teams, to build Li Yuanpei's persona—that's my Master's personal idea and choice."

"My team isn't a tool for my Master to complete some task!"

Liao Jia continued asking: "That is to say, if Teacher Deng gives you opinions because of this or similar things, you wouldn't pay attention?"

Fang Ziye said: "Liao Ge, I think you've got the causality backwards!"

"It's not that Teacher Deng gives me opinions and I ignore them; it's because I'm here that my Master won't give this kind of opinion!"

"Why?" Liao Jia hesitated.

"Because he's Deng Yong, he's my Master." Fang Ziye answered very frankly.

Liao Jia became even more bewildered.

"Oh, right, Liao Ge, you know I'm taking leave next month, right? During that time, I'll come here much less often." Fang Ziye said.

Liao Jia nodded: "I heard people say, but weren't you married in April? Why are you taking leave in March too?"

"You're holding the wedding in advance?"

"No, I plan to slow down the current research project rhythm a bit, extend the timeline a bit more, and put some other time into other aspects." Fang Ziye shook his head.

"Why?" Liao Jia didn't understand.

"No reason, I just want to prove something: if I slow down the research project progress, will someone kill me just because of that?"

"Or, I tm smash the pot and smash it, suddenly decide to change research direction now, will someone come out and kill me." Fang Ziye smiled harmlessly.

Liao Jia: "……"

"You're full and have nothing better to do, right……"

Fang Ziye said: "Liao Ge, I'm too tired; we should slow down the research rhythm a bit, play the long game, extend the battle line, rest when it's rest time, play when it's play time."

"I've decided: from now on, I only work during work hours on workdays; I don't work on non-workdays or during non-work time on workdays!"

"Today is my last overtime for non-emergency surgery!"

Liao Jia heard this, narrowed his eyes: "Not that it can't be done, just afraid you, Professor Fang, can't do it."

……

Early morning, twelve oh five.

Fang Ziye quietly rested with eyes closed in his own car; the passenger seat door was opened.

Hu Qingyuan got in with a strong sense of sneaking around: "Master, as expected, Associate Professor Mei Bin is the first one to come probe us!"

Fang Ziye heard and nodded: "Mm, everyone's personality is different."

"Professor Mei is very skilled in research, so his understanding of horizontal and vertical projects is quite deep."

"The deeper it goes, the stronger his interest actually becomes."

"It's just that on the surface he seems a bit arrogant; his arrogance is different from Liao Ge and them—don't lump them together."

Hu Qingyuan scratched his head, then asked: "Master, this afternoon, following your words, I called the duty doctor in the department."

"You really want to kick Yu Youyin, who just moved in, out?"

"Why?"

Fang Ziye said: "I haven't figured out this patient's treatment yet, and I probably won't figure it out in the short term, and I'm taking sick leave again in April!"

"So, let's not let her have surgery for now."

Yu Youyin, after Zhu Zhengquan, Song Heping, and Du Kuo, was the fourth spinal cord injury patient Fang Ziye planned to admit to the ward, but she had only been discharged this week and hadn't been scheduled for surgery yet.

Hu Qingyuan nodded upon hearing this: "Master, that's good; tell the patient in advance that the treatment hasn't been figured out yet."

"I suppose Master must have some new ideas again, right?"

Hu Qingyuan rubbed his hands and asked with a face full of expectation!

Last time, when Fang Ziye suddenly called off a surgery, it was because he had a new idea.

The result was abandoning the planned transposition procedure, and through an animal trial plan, he came up with the microcurrent stimulation reopening plan for the closed channel after spinal cord injury.

Now, after optimization, many functions have been rescued for patients.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "There's nothing special or better; I just don't want to do it for now. I feel that taking some time off might yield more output."

"Hu Qingyuan, we must think clearly about why we do surgery, especially during the exploratory period of clinical treatment." "Now, if I promote it on a larger scale and include more clinical trial cases, it's a very good opportunity."

"But this is just treating for the sake of treating, not treating for the sake of optimization."

"So far, as long as this thing called puncture technique still has 'Fang Ziye dependence,' then all current treatment R&D is unsuccessful."

"Treatment R&D without teaching significance doesn't count as a standard procedure! ~"

Once the mangled extremity limb salvage surgery was formed, Liu Huanglong and others learned it almost immediately.

Functional reconstruction surgery originated from hand surgery; before Fang Ziye started, Liu Huanglong and others already had some experience, and experienced hand surgeons could quickly get started.

The more difficult functional rehabilitation surgery required very high-end hand surgery suturing techniques and specialized disease types like variant tendon suturing techniques.

Later, bone tumor combined with microcirculation instrument-mediated chemotherapy could also be normally performed by many hand surgery and vascular surgery physicians for microcirculation interruption.

But so far, there still hasn't been a second person who can replace Fang Ziye in performing puncture techniques inside the spinal cord.

"Master, but?"

"You can continue to advance the research process while we continue to drill basic skills," Hu Qingyuan suggested.

Hu Qingyuan meant that Fang Ziye would develop his own thing, while others would catch up on their own basic skills level.

By that step, someone would naturally learn it.

But this was Hu Qingyuan's perspective, the idea of most people, and Fang Ziye did not agree with this view, saying: "Qingyuan, this matter might not be as simple as you think."

"If I don't find a very suitable teaching method, and just rely on personal practice to reach the standard for getting started?"

"The timeline might be very long! ~"

After so long of speculation, Fang Ziye could almost ninety-nine percent determine that to perform the current spinal cord local stimulation, only a level 6 puncture technique could absolutely precisely position.

For puncture technique to reach level 6, the difficulty wouldn't be smaller than suturing technique reaching level 6.

Based on the difficulty and timeline requirements of level 6 skills, Fang Ziye had to find a way to come up with the 'youth version' of 'needle electrode' local stimulation in advance!

Otherwise, even if Fang Ziye performed the surgery perfectly and made the project data very good, if no one could learn it, it would be useless!

It would only add a heavy stroke to Fang Ziye's personal heroism record.

Only I have the method!

This was not what Fang Ziye wanted to pursue...

Fang Ziye returned, and Hu Qingyuan also returned to his own house first.

Of course, Hu Qingyuan suffered from insomnia, and after insomnia, he posted what Fang Ziye told him into the small group chat.

"@Everyone, all big brothers and big sisters and uncles, my Master said he will no longer optimize the overall project afterward, and will dedicate himself to lowering the admission standard for operation!"

"How should this sentence be understood?"

February 21st, Friday, 1 AM, in a group without Fang Ziye, Hu Qingyuan acted as a spy.

But even at this hour, a message ignited the group.

"Did my Senior Brother really say that?" Lan Tianluo.

Jie Han said: "How else can this sentence be understood? Our operational talent is just too poor; to give us more sense of participation, Senior Brother can only optimize the operation itself."

Liao Jia: "@Nie Mingxian, should we get him tomorrow? He actually looks down on us."

After Hu Qingyuan sent the message, he didn't reply anymore, calmly watching the various reactions in the group.

Nie Mingxian said: "Didn't you say Fang Ziye would have a normal work and rest schedule afterward? Then how can you get him?"

"Today is Friday, off work after surgery ends, then the weekend."

"Next Monday is still surgery, Tuesday outpatient clinic, Wednesday surgery, Thursday only after rounds will he have time to come over; from now on you can only see Fang Ziye once a week!!" Nie Mingxian had a very strong sense of time.

Liao Jia: "???"

"Holy crap?"

"Half a day a week? He only comes for half a day?"

Nie Mingxian: "That's right, this is a normal schedule!"

"I don't believe it! I don't believe Fang Ziye can do that." Liao Jia said.

Nie Mingxian: "Actually I don't believe it either, unless the sun rises from the west, @Luo Tingzhu, Tingzhu, do you believe it..."

Luo Tingzhu, who was eating melon, replied: "I believe it, because Senior Brother said he definitely would do this."

Everyone: "..."

Time flows like water, in a blink nearly a week passed.

February 26th, Wednesday, afternoon, 16:32!

After Fang Ziye got off the operating table, he took the mobile phone Hu Qingyuan handed over, and sure enough, it showed many unread messages!

There were also many missed calls.

"Master, I've hung up on Professor Liao Jia and Director Nie Mingxian's calls several times; you might as well call them back?"

"Otherwise I'm worried they might come to your home tonight." Hu Qingyuan advised sincerely.

"No rush, the time hasn't come."

"Qingyuan, don't be anxious. Although we have to do things, we also have to figure out whether others want us to do them, and whether what we're doing is actually right!" Fang Ziye soothed.

"Liao Ge and them are rushing the rescue, but if the direction is wrong later, all our effort will have been wasted."

Hu Qingyuan looked at Fang Ziye, a bit confused!

Fang Ziye didn't give more explanation either, just said: "This afternoon, did that Yu Youyin's sister come to the department asking again?"

Yu Youyin was the spinal cord injury patient Fang Ziye had someone send away last week; Yu Yousheng is her twin sister.

Although Yu Youyin was persuaded to discharge by Fang Ziye, Yu Youyin's sister, who saw hope for spinal cord injury treatment, has run to the hospital at least a dozen times since Yu Youyin's discharge!

The purpose is only two things: asking when she can be hospitalized, asking why her sister isn't being treated.

Currently, spinal cord injury belongs to a new research project, a new treatment plan; the attending physician has absolute freedom of choice in this aspect, and family members definitely can't say anything about it.

They just keep asking when treatment can continue.

"Came again. Now it's like clocking in — once in the morning, once in the afternoon..." Hu Qingyuan replied.

"Master, and it's not just this pair of twins either; many patients are asking!"

"Actually, based on my prognosis observation of the previous few patients, I feel we could appropriately take in one or two more."

"Because Zhu Zhengquan was discharged long ago, Du Kuo was also discharged, Song Heping is about to be discharged too; they're all recovering pretty well. We barely have any data collection left in the ward now!"

Fang Ziye's attitude was firm: "You don't need to give these suggestions; I have my own count. You also don't go asking around for others!"

"Fine! ~" Hu Qingyuan had gotten similar answers more than once, but he decided this would definitely be the last time he asked.

"Alright, go rest. Read if you need to read; if there's an emergency surgery, tag along. I'm going to watch a movie later." Fang Ziye yawned, walking out of the operating room's changing room.

……

"Not coming, not coming. Continuing to rest today."

"Brother Nie, didn't you say before that I ruined the team atmosphere? Now, lying flat starts from Ziye — eat when it's time to eat, drink when it's time to drink, every day just earning that bit of salary. Why are you killing yourself?"

"Refusing overtime! ~" After replying to a few acquaintances, Fang Ziye saw a rather annoying message.

"Fang Ziye, so many people are waiting for you here, what are you doing day after day? Hurry over! Don't waste everyone's time, thinking too highly of yourself." Gastrointestinal Surgery Xiong Bin.

"Professor Xiong Bin, if you think I'm putting on an act, you can not come. You can do what you want; I didn't beg you to come. Thanks! ~"

"If you think because you're a professor I must serve you, then sorry, we don't do that relying-on-age-to-bully routine here."

"You have capability and strength? You lead a team and do it?" Fang Ziye replied just as rudely.

After Fang Ziye sent the message, the phone rang immediately!

Fang Ziye sat leisurely by the window, chose to answer. Xiong Bin's aggressive voice came through: "Fang Ziye, what are you doing?"

"Resting? Just finished brewing tea." Fang Ziye said unhurriedly.

"You all listen to this — what is he doing? Clearly no organization, no discipline. How can this be allowed?" Xiong Bin seemed to say a bunch to others.

Then immediately: "Professor Fang Ziye, the whole research group is waiting for you. Don't waste everyone's time, okay? None of us are resting; how can you have the nerve to rest?"

Fang Ziye replied: "Why shouldn't I? Please give me a reason, Teacher."

"Right now is legal off-work time. Why can't I rest?"

"Do I, Fang Ziye, not even have the right to enjoy the most basic rest rights of an Eastern Han citizen?"

Xiong Bin heard this, took a few deep breaths: "Fang Ziye, don't change the subject. You're wasting everyone's time, and wasting the research group's time."

Fang Ziye continued to counter-question: "May I ask this teacher — has our research group been approved? When was it approved? When is the completion time?"

"Fang Ziye?"

"Are you coming or not?" Xiong Bin got angry.

"Not coming! Said it — not coming. I want to rest!"

"I said it in the group chat. I already replied before. If you can't read Eastern Han characters, can you at least understand Mandarin?" Fang Ziye's voice also had some anger.

"Fang Ziye, you're outrageous! ~ You have no respect for elders?"

"Is this how your master taught you to treat seniors?"

"Deng Yong, is this how you usually teach?" Xiong Bin directly named him.

Fang Ziye said: "This teacher, is this how your teacher usually teaches you? Has no one ever taught you not to disturb others during non-work hours?"

"Has anyone taught you this?"

"What time is it now?"

"Did I give advance notice of the situation?"

"If you're so capable, you lead the team and do the research project yourself? Why are you waiting for me to urge you to do a damn thing?" Fang Ziye's tone was easygoing, not angry at all, just the words were rather rude.

"Looks like Professor Fang really thinks his technology has people by the throat?" Xiong Bin sneered.

"I didn't think that. Whatever you say, Teacher."

"My attitude is still this: it's off-work time now. I already notified in advance, explained in advance. Is it a crime that I don't want to work overtime?"

"Then go sue me!?"

Fang Ziye spoke to here, then continued: "Teacher, if you secretly agreed to some things you can't handle, feel pressure, so you want to pressure me through my master?"

"Then sorry, Teacher, you've found the wrong target!"

"I said I can't come means I can't come. This project currently has no approval, and no acceptance time. What the hell are you rushing for?"

Xiong Bin heard this, like a cat that had its tail stepped on, wanting to stand on the moral high ground: "Fang Ziye, do you still have any medical ethics?"

"So many patients are waiting for us to perfect the project!"

Fang Ziye interrupted: "No!"

"I'm one meter seventy-eight tall, don't even have one meter seventy-nine of morality — it's all selfishness."

"So what?"

"I'm selfish, I just want to rest, I'm spoiled and arrogant, I'm proud of my own achievements — so what?"

"What are you going to do about it?" Fang Ziye went completely off-script.

Not only did Xiong Bin have no way to respond to such words, even Deng Yong at this moment didn't know what Fang Ziye's purpose was.

Xiong Bin hung up the phone in a rage, his face purplish-red.

He took several deep breaths, then finally looked coldly toward Deng Yong's direction: "Professor Deng, your good student? He really broadened my horizons."

Deng Yong hadn't replied all along, and even now, he still stood with hands clasped behind his back watching him: "Professor Xiong's jumping-up-and-down antics are also something to behold."

"Just don't know what else Professor Xiong wants to say? What else you want to do?"

"How come I find you're even more worried about the research project's progress than all the rest of us?"

"Why is that?"

Deng Yong is someone who unravels things layer by layer, and whenever it involves his own people, he becomes especially careful and sensitive.

Xiong Bin's eyes flickered as he replied: "Professor Deng, as a member of the research group, I hope the project can end sooner, hope it can be completed early, benefit patients, and enter clinical application — isn't that how it should be?"

"We scientific researchers should all have this kind of thinking, right?"

Deng Yong nodded: "Right, yes! We should all have this kind of thinking."

"But, Professor Xiong, when you think like this, have you considered the time cost and energy cost we previously paid for this project?"

"What's wrong with my student taking a rest?"

"You're jumping around like this — what did you step on?"

"If you can't explain clearly, Professor Xiong Bin, you're not leaving this research group!!" Deng Yong replied very seriously.

"The answers I can't get and aren't convenient to get from my student, I must get from you right now!"

As Deng Yong's words ended, Liu Huanglong and Deng Yong, the two of them, had already surrounded Xiong Bin. (Chapter End)