Chapter 831: Medical Academic Overlord Chapter 828 I Can't Go to the Acceptance Inspection!

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

"Dean Wang, when did you arrive?" Before the handover even began, Fang Ziye had not yet reached the Doctor's Office.

To be precise, at this moment Fang Ziye was eating breakfast together with Lan Tianluo and the others in the Inpatient General Office.

The sight of rows of young people eating breakfast was still quite spectacular.

But once this scene was interrupted by the Dean leading a group pushing open the door, it no longer looked quite proper.

Fang Ziye, an Associate Professor and Ward Director, clustered among the crowd, felt not the slightest bit out of place. Even at this moment, everyone seemed to feel that Fang Ziye ought to be with them, rather than being a Director.

"Professor Fang, you go ahead and eat, I'm just bringing people over to take a look." Wang Xinghuan pressed down his hand in reply.

Fang Ziye had nearly finished eating, hurriedly wiped his mouth and went out, not taking Wang Xinghuan's words entirely seriously.

After going out, everyone he saw was an acquaintance.

Dean Wang Xinghuan, Dean Liao Jiayuan, Director Xiong Hanzhong of the Medical Affairs Department...

"Dean Liao, Director Xiong." Fang Ziye greeted them one by one.

Liao Jiayuan then leaned over and whispered: "Dean Wang plans to nominate you for the Youth Excellence Award at the school, so he specially came to inspect you."

The excellence awards within the Hospital are different from those at Han City University.

Fang Ziye is young; although his current rank is not low, and he has won both provincial and national awards, he actually has not yet received the awards from the school and the Hospital.

Because he had not yet reacted.

Fang Ziye's achievements in his field had instead first alarmed the academic world.

Fang Ziye smiled upon hearing this: "Then thank you, Dean Wang. I will certainly work hard and follow the leadership's instructions down-to-earth..."

Wang Xinghuan stood with his hands behind his back, glanced at Fang Ziye, and said unpleasantly: "You say you'll follow my instructions in front of Dean Liao, but behind Dean Liao's back, when you scold me, you're not soft-mouthed at all."

"Now you say you'll listen?"

Liao Jiayuan and the others did not look surprised upon hearing this, merely chuckling lightly.

The research project Fang Ziye led was very large; Dean Wang Xinghuan personally going to gather manpower was already well known.

And within the research group, the Dean's identity is not easy to use!

But outside the research group, you, a Group Leader of a small research group, naturally must 'be slightly inferior'!

Fang Ziye was slightly embarrassed: "Dean Wang, our private matters, why do you bring them out to complain to Dean Liao?"

"Friendship is one thing, work is another; within the research group, that is also part of one's job duties."

Fang Ziye had indeed scolded Wang Xinghuan, and not very pleasantly at that, nothing more than things like 'unable to climb a wall'.

It was originally like this: you, a Wang Xinghuan of Urology, thinking you've done endoscopy for a long time, feel your puncture technique is good enough? Starting to perform spinal puncture?

Not meeting requirements and still talking back, asking if my surgical technique has a problem—if I don't spray you, who do I spray?

You, a Urology person, understand jack shit about puncture technique.

But upon later careful thought, Urology is Andrology, and Wang Xinghuan really does understand jack shit puncture technique...

"Professor Fang, we came to learn about your Ward; won't you formally introduce us?" Wang Xinghuan did not let Fang Ziye go into details, quickly changing the topic.

After all, he is also a Dean; face on the surface is still needed.

Fang Ziye immediately corrected his attitude and reported: "Dean Wang, our Ward currently has 64 established beds, 62 inpatients, and 3 reserved emergency rescue beds; these two beds are kept vacant rather than occupied, to deal with emergency situations..."

"Routine 61 beds; ninety-nine percent of the time they are full."

"Currently, our Ward is divided into three surgical specialty groups: Comprehensive Orthopedics Group, Hand Surgery Group, Bone Tumor Group..."

Fang Ziye did not say he was part of the Trauma Surgery subgroup; that was a thing of the past.

The current Fang Ziye cannot introduce himself using traditional Orthopedics subgroups; privately he designated himself as the Comprehensive Orthopedics Group, doing everything.

Otherwise, pure Trauma Surgery cannot perform surgery on spinal cord injury patients.

Fang Ziye's side has more detailed data; within his own group, what disease types the current bed-occupying patients belong to, Hu Qingyun has helped tally.

So, after Fang Ziye finished reporting, Hu Qingyun, Lan Tianluo, and others each reported more detailed data.

For example, among current inpatients, how many of each disease type, whether pre-op or post-op, which post-op day, patient condition, how many patients have post-op complications, specific complication details, countermeasures, etc.

Fang Ziye had no need to hide the situation of patients with poor post-op surgical results.

This is an established fact.

Actually there is no need to hide it; as long as it is a surgical department, there must inevitably exist cases where post-op surgical results are not good.

Even many hospitals exist where patients who should not be paralyzed are made paralyzed after surgery.

These are also established risks of surgery.

In Spine Surgery, many patients are "hospitalized" long-term due to paralysis!

If a department does not even have such patients, then certainly the technique is not good enough, resulting in insufficient patient volume.

Wang Xinghuan and the others belong to "routine inspection," so they did not stay for much time.

Merely after looking at the handover, then following Fang Ziye and others to check six beds, they left again.

However, because Wang Xinghuan and the others' faces looked very impressive, their aura and such were also not ordinary.

When Fang Ziye led the ward round, with these people following behind taking notes, it looked very high-class.

After Wang Xinghuan and the others left, family members of patients in Beds 1 to 3 came out to ask: "Professor Fang, who were those people just behind? They look a bit unfamiliar?"

Fang Ziye did not answer; Professor Tang Sai slightly puffed his chest and replied: "Oh, those people just behind—they are the Hospital Leadership of Zhongnan Hospital's Main Campus and New Campus, coming to inspect Professor Fang's ward round and clinical work."

"So, what you just said, they all heard."

Upon hearing this, the patient family members' eyes flashed, they squeezed out a smile, and said very sensibly: "They are leaders? Then Professor Fang, you should have given us a heads-up in advance."

I should have said more nice things.

This is the family member of Bed 3; the patient is his father, who can now walk to the toilet with a walking frame, and can squat down and stand up while holding onto the frame himself.

An old man who had been in a vegetative state for six years can now stand up again.

Needless to say, he was overjoyed.

As his son, he was naturally happy to see this.

It wasn't just that he felt relieved of the "burden" of serving the old man; the old man himself was truly happy, making a fuss every day about wanting to go downstairs, saying he could...

Before, he wouldn't even want to go out if pushed in a wheelchair.

"Praise me any more and I won't be able to come down from the stage."

Fang Ziye then said: "I suppose you, Big Brother, also predicted this in advance. I just said so many nice things that even I feel embarrassed."

This family member of Bed 3 was very good at reading people's expressions and probably guessed something.

During the ward round, there was a round of vigorous flattery, and Fang Ziye was certain that Wang Xinghuan and the others suspected he had privately asked the bed management doctor to leak information.

"It was just a bit too forceful." Fang Ziye laughed very happily.

Flattery can pierce through anything.

"Hey, what's so forceful about it."

"You are naturally a paragon of medical ethics, Professor Fang; you're just a bit young in years, otherwise you would be highly respected and renowned for miraculous recoveries."

The middle-aged man gave a thumbs-up: "Among so many patients in our ward, who isn't convinced by Professor Fang."

After speaking, the middle-aged man noticed Fang Ziye's expression was rather subtle, and quickly added: "Professor Fang, you must not feel you're not good enough just because of idle gossip."

"And you must absolutely not stop this redemptive surgery."

"This surgery is very good, and your technique is also very good."

Fang Ziye replied: "Whether to stop or not is not my personal choice; if the leadership above insists on stopping it, I have no way either."

Fang Ziye continued: "There is nothing perfect in this world; even the most mature procedures have established complications and risks—it's just that once they happen, ordinary people simply cannot accept them."

Fang Ziye added: "I'm actually doing alright; in this era of developed self-media, if you flip through a few pages of short videos, you might find online whistleblowers publicly accusing doctors of killing patients or leaving them in a vegetative state..."

"I have to go do ward rounds." After saying this, Fang Ziye felt he had said a bit too much.

My position and perspective differ from those of the patient's family; I cannot demand it of myself, nor can I demand such absolute empathy from the patient.

When an accident occurs during surgery, it is perfectly normal for the patient's family to be deeply grieved.

Family members come to cause trouble even when surgery is ineffective; if things got worse or the patient passed away, their mood could actually be understood.

But that's just medicine.

Medicine is not an absolute discipline; ultimately, it is an empirical discipline.

Because the hospital leadership came for an inspection, Fang Ziye had already delayed some time, causing the first surgery's operating room turnover to be delayed.

After finishing ward rounds, when Fang Ziye arrived at the changing room, he received another phone call.

Seeing the phone remark, he found it was still an old acquaintance.

It was Professor Tang Zheng of the Trauma Surgery department at Shui Shui Tan, also a top professor of trauma surgery.

The surgery hasn't started turnover yet, but I have to answer!

Fang Ziye had just put on his green surgical scrubs and was tying his waistband: "Professor Tang, good morning."

Professor Tang Zheng's voice was just as Fang Ziye remembered—slightly thin and soft—but in reality, he was a proper tall, burly man with a generous personality.

It was just that his throat had undergone surgery: "Professor Fang, good morning, did I disturb your work?"