Chapter 842: Medical Academic Overlord Chapter 839: Osteotomy Correction Expert!

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

"Sis, you should try to see it differently. Actually, Professor Fang really had no choice. That's why he had to urge some patients to be discharged early."

"After all, public opinion is fearsome!" The patient in Bed 2 was a middle-aged person in their fifties, with a conflicted expression and a tone full of empathy.

As a patient with the same condition as Bed 3, he could naturally understand her despair at this moment.

He had experienced this kind of despair more than once; this time, when she had the best hope of grabbing a lifeline, Fang Ziye kicked her off the cliff.

She hadn't even gambled yet.

Actually, sometimes gambling is also a kind of 'expectation'!

The woman's husband also spoke up to comfort her: "Professor Fang's skills are very good; maybe he'll think of a new solution soon."

"At least you haven't tried and failed yet, right?"

If the woman could put herself in his shoes, she would definitely be able to understand Fang Ziye, but she couldn't calm down right now.

But it wasn't good to vent and spray out something; thousands of words condensed into a long sigh: "Ai... this is fate."

Getting injured is fate, spinal cord injury is fate, and now encountering a probability of a few percent is also fate.

Fang Ziye had no need to target her, because there were indeed occasionally patients in the department for whom treatment was ineffective, and they also didn't want to admit that this was just their bad luck.

So they often wanted to ask Fang Ziye for the specific reason; previously, Fang Ziye had no way to answer.

Now Fang Ziye had given the answer in advance!

This explained why surgery couldn't be performed, but such an explanation would only make her more desperate.

If even Fang Ziye couldn't do anything here, where else could she go?

Nowhere else to go; she might as well go back where she came from, just like before, continue her previous life, continue staying alone at home...

"Master, the patient in Bed 4 is the one you performed osteotomy correction on on the 21st; his knee joint deformity has now recovered its force line, postoperative rehabilitation is fine, and he can currently get out of bed with crutches."

"Planned for discharge today." Feng Junfeng was the attending doctor for Beds 4-6 and reported first.

The patient in Bed 4 was a young man in his early twenties.

It could be seen that his left lower limb was obviously smaller by a circle than his right lower limb; he was thin and frail, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

After Feng Junfeng finished speaking, he unwrapped the surgical incision; since it was an open surgery, the incision was very long, and the centipede-like suture line was shocking to see.

However, the wound had healed very well, and the young man said very satisfiedly: "Professor Fang, can I really be discharged? My parents mean that there's no rush to be discharged."

"After all, here there are professional doctors guiding you."

Fang Ziye covered it with sterile auxiliary materials: "Recuperating at home is the same; your current situation doesn't require rehabilitation in the ward; later Doctor Feng will give you a relatively professional rehabilitation guide."

"You just strictly follow the rhythm of rehabilitation training for rehabilitation, fluctuating up and down by ten percent according to rehabilitation standards; not too little, but also not too intense."

"Still follow what we suggested before: ask your school for at least half a month off, one month is best, and go back to school after National Day."

"University, after all, you have to skip a few classes to be complete."

This brother was a college student, only in his second year of university this year.

However, his knee joint deformity had existed for a long time; previously, he had visited many hospitals, and no team dared to take it on easily.

He came to the new campus of Zhongnan Hospital in June this year, but after the consultation, he kept making appointments until August before he could undergo surgery.

This was still taking a shortcut; his family was very familiar with Professor Zeng Duoqin, saw Professor Zeng's outpatient clinic, and only then managed to queue for admission and transfer beds smoothly.

"It doesn't matter, Professor Fang; as long as this leg isn't lame, taking a year off from school is no problem."

"Otherwise, walking is all crooked, and it will be hard to find a girlfriend in the future." The young man's personality had become much more open; compared to when he was first admitted, nearly autistic, he was now more than several times more cheerful.

Actually, which college student doesn't want to be positive and optimistic? But a cripple like him is looked at with pity wherever he goes, although the classmates around him are also quite fine.

But some inferiority is engraved into the bones.

"Professor Fang, thank you; my son himself says he stands much straighter; most importantly, he is more confident himself." The companion was the patient's father; the mother should have gone out to cook.

"Mm, I'll add a special medical order for you: eat more."

"Look at your figure, all skin and bones; with this figure, is it your girlfriend protecting you or you protecting her? It will also be hard to find one in the future."

"Lean meat, fish, chicken, and other high-quality proteins should be eaten more; with your figure like this, you can also add some carbohydrates; you don't need to be afraid of getting fat..."

"After going back, rehabilitate well..." Fang Ziye specifically instructed.

"Okay, okay, Professor Fang." The young man nodded obediently.

"Brother Feng, please help me handle the discharge procedures later; if I have any questions I don't understand, I'll ask you on WeChat; I won't disturb you."

Feng Junfeng heard this and felt relaxed: "It's fine; you can send me a message anytime; I'll reply when I see it."

Generally speaking, it's just a master's student or a doctoral student; which patient's family member would leave your contact information? They'd rather leave the professors' phone numbers.

However, relying on Master Fang Ziye, Feng Junfeng was often asked by patients and family members for contact information; this also let him fully enjoy the addiction of being a valued doctor.

Being needed, being demanded; sometimes it really is a kind of happiness.

Beds 5 and 6 were preoperative patients, nothing special; as long as there were no absolute contraindications to surgery, just wait for the surgery...

When making rounds to Bed 8, Fang Ziye paused slightly: "Uncle, Auntie, you are Senior Brother Li's aunt and uncle, right? Then I'm truly sorry; Senior Brother Li and I are very good friends."

The patient in Bed 8 was in their fifties, slightly younger than Fang Ziye's father; he was the husband of Li Yuanpei's youngest aunt; he smiled affably at this moment: "Professor Fang, Senior Brother Li has mentioned you to me long ago! ~"

"Senior Brother Li said that before surgery, it's best not to make the relationship clear; if made clear, he'd be afraid that you, Professor Fang, would be more nervous during the surgery."

"When we were hospitalized, the procedures were actually quite smooth; Senior Brother Li personally took us to do the examinations; basically no need to queue."

"It's just... maybe our luck was bad."

Relying on the relationship of Li Yuanpei working at Zhongnan Hospital, the middle-aged man did not blame Fang Ziye for the surgery not being done well.

Li Yuanpei followed Fang Ziye; even Li Yuanpei's job was found by Deng Yong based on Fang Ziye's existence for Li Yuanpei; otherwise, Li Yuanpei couldn't stay in the hospital at all.

Calculating it, Fang Ziye was still Li Yuanpei's benefactor; under such circumstances, if he himself still made a scene, it would not be easy to explain to Li Yuanpei's father.

"Uncle, I'm truly sorry; we really did try our best, and we're very grateful for your understanding," Fang Ziye said.

Li Yuanpei's aunt spoke in a low voice at this moment: "Um, Professor Fang, Xiao Yuanzai should have explained clearly to you about that short video matter, right?"

"Li Yuanpei, we usually call him Xiao Yuanzai."

Fang Ziye said: "It's all right, Auntie; I know the whole story now, but I really didn't expect it at first..."

"Professor Fang, what's the matter?" Bed 7's aunt was also fond of gossip; hearing that Fang Ziye's conversation with Bed 8 had hidden meaning, she asked one more question.

"It's nothing, just that someone posted a video online to hang me; I believe you've all seen it..."

"Sigh, it's hard to be a doctor nowadays."