Chapter 813

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

The first workday after May Day, the first day of outpatient clinic, gave Fang Ziye the feeling of just being tired.

After Fang Ziye returned home, he first sent a message in the research project group reporting that he could no longer go to the animal laboratory.

Then he took a shower, sent a few messages to Luo Tingzhu, and lay down flat.

"Seeing outpatient clinic is also very tiring. Senior Brother, you rest first." Luo Tingzhu said.

"If it's simple outpatient clinic, even double the amount wouldn't matter, the key is that today's accumulated patients were all difficult and complex cases! ~"

"Only encountered a dozen or so that didn't require much brainpower. Sigh……"

"Next time I'd rather die than add this many patient numbers again." Fang Ziye felt he couldn't hold on, and after sending the message pressed on his own temples.

"Senior Brother, it should be like this. You've actually already completed more workload than the other professors, you can't finish it even if you work yourself to death."

"Our Professor Fang Da still needs to protect his own body well."

"Senior Brother, you rest first, sleep well, after a sleep you won't feel the brain swelling."

"This is from excessive brain use."

"Not replying anymore, good night." Luo Tingzhu said.

……

Fang Ziye intended to rest well, after ending the chat he also fell asleep very quickly.

But who knows if it was bad luck or what, at three in the early morning, Fang Ziye was woken by a phone ring.

Picked up to look, it was still Professor Wang Xinghuan calling.

Took a deep breath, endured the impatience, calmly replied: "Dean Wang…"

"Ziye, you hurry over to our hospital area, there's an emergency here, you need to come hold the fort."

"Your Orthopedics Department's Director Du Xinzhan, Director Deng Yong, and Director Gong Jiahe all said, only if you come can this emergency possibly be completed more perfectly."

At first hearing, Fang Ziye had no temper, but upon hearing the latter part, Fang Ziye's tone became a bit strange: "Not a fatal emergency patient?"

Wang Xinghuan is in the research group chat, he should have seen the message he sent himself!

"This emergency patient is a bit special, originally it was a fatal emergency, but currently it has already transformed into an ordinary emergency."

"It's like this, our General Surgery and your Orthopedics' two Master's students were resting today, they made an appointment to go watch a movie together."

"After the movie ended and they came out, they encountered a car accident emergency, the two still had some skills, so they completed hemostasis for the patient on the spot."

"But due to the urgency, they cut some things that shouldn't have been cut…… now the life is saved, but the closure work is more tricky."

"Gong Luoyuan you know him right? Seems he's also your Trauma Surgery's Master's student."

"So, although Professor Fang you might be a bit tired, but to encourage our hospital's people to dare to act at critical moments rather than avoid it, I can only call you." Wang Xinghuan explained in more detail.

Fang Ziye listened, all anger dissipated.

Gong Luoyuan he naturally knew, he's Deng Yong's student, his own direct disciple.

His own junior fellow trainee and General Surgery's classmate went to watch a movie together, after watching encountered an emergency, to save life cut things that shouldn't be cut to save life, he should wipe their butts for them.

"Dean Wang, I'm coming right away! ~" Fang Ziye flipped over, immediately sat up.

Slept less than six hours, but also restored some spirit.

Fang Ziye couldn't be bothered to brush teeth or wash face, changed a set of clothes then casually rubbed his face, then went downstairs to hail a taxi.

Fang Ziye was still a bit tired, didn't want to drive fatigued, simply taking a taxi was even safer.

After getting in the car, Fang Ziye said: "Driver, drive a bit faster, I'm going to do emergency surgery to save a life."

The driver looked at Fang Ziye's young age, suspiciously asked: "You do surgery or you get surgery done on you?"

"I do surgery on others, it's quite urgent."

The driver heard, laughed: "Doctor, at our young age let's not learn that old-fashioned tone, driving still must prioritize safety."

He didn't believe Fang Ziye at this age could have any high technical level.

Fang Ziye simply used a divine technique: "Drive faster, I'll add a hundred yuan for you. Not fast then no money."

"Really fake, you better not whistleblow on me ah?" The driver was tempted.

"Full recording throughout, if I whistleblow you you go post a short video, wouldn't I get endless trouble?"

"Of course it's real. I can scan transfer to you first!" Fang Ziye said.

The driver heard this, stepped deeper on the accelerator to speed up: "Since you're willing to pay extra to rush over, even if you're not going to save a life, it's definitely to help out."

"Although we're not well-off, we can't earn this kind of money."

"The extra money thing is forgotten."

……

When Fang Ziye arrived at the operating room, Yuan Weihong approached first to explain the current situation to Fang Ziye in detail.

The patient was knocked flying downstairs, and also scraped against tree branches on the roadside, the situation at the time was extremely critical.

Gong Luoyuan and General Surgery's Master's student Wang Maobi, seeing massive blood loss, for hemostasis, found alcohol and a knife nearby and cut open blood vessels.

Due to urgency, emotional management in an emergency situation is definitely not as good as in the operating room, they severed the patient's nerves!

Actually to save a life, if nerves are cut then they're cut, there's not that much fuss.

But after all, now they've come to Zhongnan Hospital, and it's our own hospital's Master's students who caused this, this is a good thing.

So the closure work should also be collected more perfectly.

Hand Surgery's Liu Huanglong is originally skilled at nerve suture, but after Liu Huanglong operated for a while, he assessed that even after his suture there might be sequelae left.

Since the "Great Summoning Technique" has already been cast, might as well make it even more perfect.

In a teaching hospital, an intern's ability to call for backup is stronger than an attending's!

Fang Ziye had scrubbed in and entered the OR, listening and nodding: "Master, how are the vital signs now?"

"Blood's been transfused, currently still stable."

"It's just that the retroperitoneal hematoma is more troublesome to handle; Professor Deng Haibo and Professor Wu Yong from Vascular Surgery have both seen it and find it quite tricky."

"The previous one-way valve high-speed hemostasis technique isn't very effective!"

"But the saving grace is it's not an active hematoma, so it can be left alone for now." Yuan Weihong replied quickly.

As they spoke, the tall Gong Luoyuan walked over, his eyes full of guilt.

Before he could speak, Fang Ziye spoke up first to soothe him: "Luoyuan, it's fine. Daring to act in an emergency is a good thing; Senior Brother gives you a thumbs-up."

Gong Luoyuan said in a soft voice: "It's still that my basic skills aren't good enough; otherwise, I wouldn't have had to disturb Senior Brother and so many teachers' rest."

He was a bit panicked inside; because of him, so many people had rushed over.

Fang Ziye replied: "It's fine. Everyone's technique is learned slowly; if you were born knowing it, the word 'learning' wouldn't exist."

"Isn't the learning process just gradually growing from troubling others to not troubling others?"

"I just took a quick look; the problem isn't big."

Actually Liu Huanglong could also handle it well, but everyone hoped this matter could be resolved perfectly, so they called Fang Ziye over.

They didn't want Gong Luoyuan, as a student, to get entangled in trouble after doing a good deed.

Zhongnan Hospital, affiliated with Han City University, has always treated students quite well.

After Fang Ziye took the stage, the surgical progress immediately became flying fast.

And watching Fang Ziye operate with proficiency as if he'd returned to his own home, Wang Xinghuan's voice faltered a bit as he asked Liu Huanglong: "Director Liu, is the difficulty of this operation really that high?"

Liu Huanglong felt uncomfortable hearing this, but considering Wang Xinghuan wasn't a Hand Surgery peer, he didn't get angry: "Dean Wang, is it possible that this kid Fang Ziye has developed too abnormally?"

"Not to mention me, even if Professor Zhong Junyu from Peking Union Medical College Hospital came, he wouldn't dare say he could operate better than Professor Fang."

"If it's also based on a more cautious angle, given the chance to call Professor Fang, they would call him too."

If Fang Ziye weren't at Zhongnan Hospital but staff at another hospital, Liu Huanglong naturally wouldn't bother him for such a small matter.

Fang Ziye wouldn't be willing to come either.

It's precisely because Fang Ziye is Zhongnan Hospital's person, and Gong Luoyuan is also Zhongnan Hospital's graduate student, that this "Great Calling-for-Backup Technique" happened!

"Dean Wang, since Professor Fang is here, Teacher Wu and I will leave first; our department still has an emergency abdominal aortic dissection." Deng Haibo, now the Administrative Director of Vascular Surgery, said after putting his mind at ease.

Wang Xinghuan said: "Then go ahead; with Professor Fang taking over here, there definitely won't be any other issues."

Wang Xinghuan then looked at Deng Yong: "Director Deng, your department is still as 'daring to venture and fight' as ever!"

Seeing a spot, one knows the whole leopard.

Without Deng Yong and the others' usual "authorization" and hints, would a mere master's student dare step forward in such an emergency?

Helping someone up can get you scammed; you step up and operate on the patient — although there's the Good Samaritan Law, you could still end up entangled in trouble.

It's very obvious: since Orthopedics developed, it's gained a lot more confidence, and in teaching, it's become bolder too.

Deng Yong accompanied with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, Dean Wang; my ignorant student caused you trouble." "Director Deng, Director Wu, let's drink together when you're free later." This time Deng Yong didn't call Deng Haibo by his nickname.

A line of people filed out.

The OR instantly left only the Orthopedics crowd responsible for closing.

Once outsiders left, Deng Yong's face immediately turned serious; he took a deep breath, making his chest heave violently, before suppressing his emotions to ask: "Gong Luoyuan, you tell the specific situation again?"

"How did it end up like this?"

"Also a bit too unprofessional!"

You cut, fine, but how did you manage to sever the nerve? Couldn't you pay a little attention?

This loss of face is huge.

Gong Luoyuan replied: "Master, the situation was really critical then; you can also see it was multiple ruptures of the branches of the femoral artery in the middle-lower thigh."

"The right popliteal artery and posterior tibial artery were also damaged."

"Under those circumstances, I couldn't confirm very clearly, so I could only think to ligate the femoral artery first."

"My first attempt was compression hemostasis, but bilateral compression hemostasis definitely wouldn't work."

"I could only think of ligation hemostasis, and when I opened the inguinal region, I also found a pelvic hematoma — active bleeding from the internal iliac artery."

"If I didn't..." Gong Luoyuan laid out all his considerations at the time.

Not moving, Gong Luoyuan bore no responsibility; he was, after all, just a student, even with a physician's license, only a master's in surgery.

But having moved, if the rescue wasn't comprehensive, the patient still couldn't escape death.

For an emergency patient with open injury, death needs only one small reason; to save them requires handling dozens of reasons!

Liu Huanglong listened and persuaded: "Director Deng, don't blame Gong Luoyuan; this patient's situation is indeed special, and under those circumstances, Little Gong managing to snatch the patient back is already quite remarkable."

"It's that you taught well; anyone with slightly lesser skill, even if they acted, the patient would still have died on the spot."

"This level is quite good."

Deng Yong wasn't really blaming Gong Luoyuan; he said in a low voice: "I naturally hope it could be done a bit better; as an Orthopedics doctor, severing the femoral nerve — saying it out loud is truly a bit embarrassing."

Fang Ziye persuaded: "Master, actually the incision Gong Luoyuan chose is already closest to the optimal solution; in an emergency, with his theoretical reserve at his current age being insufficient, doing it this well is already very steady."

"The remaining problems aren't difficult either."

"Right, Master, this retroperitoneal hematoma is still quite interesting; want to come try your hand?" Fang Ziye changed the subject, giving Deng Yong a chance to show off his "National Treasure Doctor-level" debridement technique.

Deng Yong heard this and was very interested.

Ever since his strength improved, he'd already shown off to his heart's content in the department; except for Professor Gong Jiahe, of course he stands alone at the top in Orthopedics.

It's just that Deng Yong is more interested in gaining Fang Ziye's recognition.

"Master, Senior Brother, your operation was truly marvelous! I so want to learn it." Gong Luoyuan was very tall, and when he spoke he hunched slightly, his tone full of envy.

Deng Yong drew out his voice: "Want to learn?"

"Wanting to learn is a good thing, but to learn to this level is not easy. Your teacher here only reached this level this year."

"Take it slowly."

"No matter what, Gong Luoyuan, you've also brought honor to your master."

Finished speaking, Deng Yong turned his head slightly and asked: "Ziye, are you interested in Luoyuan? If you're interested, Master will let him go to you."

Fang Ziye was stunned upon hearing this.

Oh!

Right, more than two years had passed again. That year's follower Gong Luoyuan had already grown to the end of Master's Year 2, Master's about to graduate, facing the PhD entrance exam stage.

He now was no longer Junior Brother Gong Luoyuan, but would be called Senior Brother Gong by a new wave of junior brothers...

After Gong Luoyuan entered the department, Fang Ziye served as Chief Resident, then went to Enshi, two years of time just crossed like that...

"Luoyuan, how do you choose?" Fang Ziye asked.

Judging from Gong Luoyuan's emergency operation technique and theoretical strategy, his level was still not bad, belonging to the excellent level within the same cohort.

Perhaps compared to my own cohort back then, he was a bit better than Li Yuanpei, but slightly worse than Xiong Jinhuan.

Not everyone is exceptionally gifted; I cannot use Xiong Jinhuan as the bottom line for taking students.

Gong Luoyuan heard this and first glanced at Deng Yong: "Senior Brother, Master treats us quite well, told us, whether we choose you, or Teacher Yuan Weihong, or him, it's all the same."

"If the opportunity is suitable, I want to follow Senior Brother you to continue pursuing a PhD." Gong Luoyuan also had some ambition.

"Master, would you be willing to part with him then?" Fang Ziye asked Deng Yong again, tone serious.

"What's there to be willing or unwilling about? Children always grow up; once grown they must become independent, start their own household."

"If Gong Luoyuan can catch your eye, that's also his fortune."

Fang Ziye then nodded: "Luoyuan, then you can apply to me then. But as your supervisor, also your Senior Brother, I won't go easy on you; on the contrary, my scrutiny of you will be even stricter."

"You must be prepared!"

If Gong Luoyuan just lay flat from here on, Fang Ziye certainly would not agree.

Gong Luoyuan's eyes lit up as he replied: "Senior Brother, I will definitely work hard, strive to turn your identity from Senior Brother into Master!"

"Then you go rest first. You've been running around for so long, you're tired too." Fang Ziye said.

Gong Luoyuan instinctively wanted to shake his head, but realized Fang Ziye might have something to say to Deng Yong, so he said: "Alright, Senior Brother, Master, goodbye!"

Gong Luoyuan walked away quickly first.

Deng Yong then deliberately slowed his pace, waiting until Gong Luoyuan's back view disappeared before asking: "Is there something you want to tell me?"

Fang Ziye nodded: "Yes, Master. I may disappoint your expectations, can never reach that step."

Deng Yong heard this, his steps paused slightly, expression a moment of struggle changing.

A full ten-odd seconds passed, his voice suddenly turned hoarse: "Can't reach it then can't reach it. That thing requires fortune."

"Those two words 'fortune', are the most unfathomable."

"But, Ziye, you don't even have the chance to rush that step?"

"Sigh..."

"Just how good is having that title anyway?" Deng Yong's voice was emotional.

He did not blame Fang Ziye, did not even ask further for the reason.

Can't reach it is can't reach it; the reason doesn't matter.

Fang Ziye is his student; he takes pride in Fang Ziye's existence; that's enough.

If I myself am that hat, who dares say Fang Ziye has no chance?

A circle I myself can't squeeze into, if I insist on pinning it on Fang Ziye, that's not a teacher, that's obsession.

"I also don't know. It should be considerably considerably good."

"Master, your level has now stabilized. You can gradually begin some new explorations in clinical practice. First find a few small research projects related to debridement technique to operate on."

"At your level, improving some surgical methods, redefining them, is still not difficult." Fang Ziye advised Deng Yong.

At this time, it's hard to define who is whose teacher.

Deng Yong didn't mind either. A scholar need not be inferior to the master; the Dao is heard at different times.

Deng Yong nodded: "That's what I planned too. Having reached this step, not enjoying the happiness brought by improving surgical methods, wouldn't that be a wasted trip?"

"Ziye, you don't need pressure."

"You've always lived up to our hospital, our department, the cultivation Yuan Weihong and I gave you. Now, our hospital's orthopedics department takes pride in having you as a student, having you as a staff member."

Fang Ziye said: "Master, this is home, is the foundation... where's any pride or not pride..."

"Your parents aren't proud of you?"

Deng Yong finished and laughed haha: "Now perhaps it's time for you to, to a certain extent, lay foundations for the other younger generation."

"Not just Gong Luoyuan, but other 'Luoyuans' too!"

"We are superiors, also teachers, must shoulder this obligation."

Deng Yong may not be a good leader, but he is absolutely a good teacher. Regarding individual students, Deng Yong is quite indulgent.

"Master, I still persist in the answer I chose when I first answered your question." Fang Ziye finished explaining, then walked away first.

Deng Yong watched Fang Ziye's back view, watched him take off the scrub suit and change into his own clothes.

Watched Fang Ziye leave the changing room, until he completely left his vision.

"Academician... People..." Deng Yong whispered muttering. (Chapter End)