Chapter 830

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

Fang Ziye ultimately still did not let Lan Tianluo face this alone; after hanging up the phone, he drove away from the laboratory parking lot.

Although Dong Ning and the others still had questions they hadn't finished asking, they also knew Fang Ziye currently had some troubles in the ward, so they could only wait for next time.

When Fang Ziye arrived at the ward area, quite a few patient friends from the same ward were standing at the doctor's office doorway watching.

After Lan Tianluo and Fang Ziye's Doctor Feng Junfeng finished explaining patiently, Bed 3's family member still couldn't help but resentfully say: "You always manage to wash your hands completely clean of it?"

"Anyway it's just not your fault, it's all our fault, my wife shouldn't have come here for surgery, coming here was a mistake. Right?"

"Where's your Professor Fang? Where did he go?"

"Is this the same tactic again? Avoiding and not showing up?"

"Last time was like this, this time is still like this?"

Fang Ziye was originally planning to go to the Director's Office to get his work uniform, but hearing this he turned and pushed through the crowd.

"Professor Fang…"

"Professor Fang……"

The family members watching at the office doorway all called out to him.

Fang Ziye lightly turned and said: "Everyone disperse, there's nothing lively to see here, the things that happened were all objective facts we discussed preoperatively."

"You all say I'm scaring people, actually it's not scaring people, it's just pre-existing objective facts."

"Surgery is just a treatment choice, not a treatment redemption."

"They're just selective things, they all have the possibility of effectiveness and ineffectiveness."

"All disperse! ~" Fang Ziye's voice and tone were both very calm.

Admitting that one's own developed surgery might not be perfect is itself a manifestation of confidence.

Fang Ziye didn't feel he owed anyone an apology.

Originally it was just fixed insufficient cognition; if the National Health Commission feels this kind of "insufficient cognition" has huge defects and risks, and directly stops his clinical research, Fang Ziye also has no way.

There isn't any surgical technique that was perfect from the moment it appeared; they all develop and round out slowly.

The crowd also all dispersed, and didn't say the family member was wrong.

Putting themselves in their shoes, if the treatment was ineffective, if the surgery was ineffective on their relatives, they would also feel indignant, and seek an explanation from Fang Ziye.

It's just that their luck might be a bit better.

Head Nurse Huang Xiaowei then hurriedly took responsibility to disperse the watching family members again, as well as other family members who came to watch the excitement.

Fang Ziye walked into the doctor's office door, closed one leaf, and left the other half-open.

After entering, Fang Ziye calmly said: "This older brother, your hospitalization time shouldn't be short; I generally don't come to the department for ward rounds on weekends. Because I have other matters."

"I didn't run away, where could I run to? I'm not avoiding and not showing up either."

The family member was a middle-aged man around forty, his face full of twisted expression: "Professor Fang, why is it specifically us who are unlucky?"

"Is it really random factors, no other mutation factors?"

Fang Ziye lightly sighed a breath, and asked: "Big Brother, if you have words just speak directly, what do you want to express?"

"Misdiagnosis, surgical accident? Surgery not focused enough?" The middle-aged man spoke his inner thoughts.

Actually he had always had a good impression of Fang Ziye; although the hospitalization process was a bit difficult, before surgery, every time he and his wife saw other patients slowly recovering postoperatively, they were full of expectation for the future.

He and his wife counted as childhood sweethearts, not especially pure childhood sweethearts, they knew each other at ten years old, later muddleheaded, until after university, then fell in love.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye also wasn't surprised by the middle-aged man's speculation: "You already have a conclusion in your heart; if I say there's completely none of these situations, would you believe it?"

"I already said, I can give you the video process of the surgery at that time, you can take it to any peer to look at……"

The middle-aged man said: "Professor Fang, your words aren't nonsense? If other people could also do this kind of surgery, then could the patients here be this many?"

"Could the hospitalization queue be this long?"

"You should know clearly in your heart, currently besides you alone, there is no other person who can supervise your surgical quality."

The middle-aged man patted his own chest: "You must be prudent in solitude, self-examine and self-monitor."

Fang Ziye said: "So I said you still don't believe, you just insist on me saying false words to comfort your emotions? To soothe your unfortunate encounter?"

"On what grounds?"

The middle-aged man's expression flashed, completely not expecting Fang Ziye would speak like this.

Fang Ziye then directly tore off the fig leaf, very formally said: "I know you and your wife's relationship is very good."

"So you're unwilling, and don't hope to admit the already established result; you want to find a reason for this kind of result."

"Very fortunately, your family conditions are good, you also have money, treatment wasn't delayed. You've always been actively seeking diagnosis and treatment."

"So, you've always been full of expectation, now you haven't gotten a good result, you want to push the responsibility onto others, even if it's framing a reason, you must soothe yourself."

"Am I right or not?"

"You just want to prove, you yourself have no mistake, the mistake is us. You tried your best, it's us who made mistakes, we did wrong, we deserve to die, we didn't fulfill our duty, we made mistakes during the surgery, we misdiagnosed……"

"This kind of unrelated reason can cleanly absolve you, letting you, this decision-maker who participated in the surgery decision, still stand on the moral high ground, and continue peacefully living your own life."

"As for whether I will face what kind of consequences from speaking recklessly, recklessly admitting, what kind of consequences it will bring to other patients, to other unoperated patients, you didn't consider at all!"

"You only seek your own peace of mind, and you feel this is what you deserve." Fang Ziye sat down, fingers interlaced, word by word tearing open the middle-aged man's 'hypocrisy' scar.

His pain and struggle are real, this cannot be faked.

If his wife's therapeutic effect was also very good, the middle-aged man wouldn't be like this, and would be like others, polite and enthusiastic to Fang Ziye, and might even send some silk banners and local specialties.

But it just so happens, other people's therapeutic effects are all very good, only his wife's surgery was ineffective, he cannot accept this kind of result.

The middle-aged man listened, his expression and face twitching constantly, yet his mouth remained stubbornly hard: "Professor Fang, so you never make mistakes, this could never be your fault."

"So we're just unlucky?" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "That depends on how you look at it. If viewed from an omniscient, most perfect angle, my current diagnosis and surgery could be wrong."

"But if viewed from the current level of diagnosis and treatment, the diagnosis I gave your wife and the treatment I performed are the optimal solution, and also the best among all current cognition and efficacy."

"I have no grievances with you; I would not deliberately target you, such as being inattentive during your wife's surgery."

"Our group has surgery days three days a week, each surgery day scheduled with three surgeries; we are already used to this rhythm."

"Perhaps in the afternoon there may exist a phenomenon where energy is not as abundant as in the morning, but this will not affect the efficacy and quality of the surgery."

"Before you, many patients also had surgery in the afternoon... the results were also very good."

Fang Ziye spoke again: "Of course, if you want me to admit error, or say you feel my technical level is lacking, even feel I am a quack doctor, harming people for money."

"You have the right to complain, report, whistleblow to the Medical Affairs Department, to the Health Commission; you can even raise demands, requesting superior supervisory departments order me to immediately stop carrying out this surgical technique, stop continuing to harm people."

"All permissible; this is your freedom, because the reality is, I performed surgery on your wife, there was no surgical effect."

"And I also cannot explain why this is."

"And I'm not afraid to tell you, this technique of ours is still in the clinical trial phase; once you complain, there is a ninety percent plus probability it will be directly halted!" Fang Ziye's voice was very sincere.

"Professor Fang, are you threatening me?" The middle-aged man suddenly said this.

Fang Ziye listened, somewhat drunk; is this brain circuit perhaps a bit too bizarre?

The middle-aged man said: "Professor Fang, you clearly know there are many people seeking your consultation, patients needing you to perform surgery for redemption can be said to number in the tens of thousands, among them no lack of those with identity and status extraordinarily remarkable."

"So you have nothing to fear, and you might even, for the sake of seeking the pleasure of being a controller, occasionally produce one or two ineffective surgeries for amusement; who knows..."