Chapter 85

The elevator went straight to the first floor of the experimental building. At the laboratory doorway, Luo Tingzhu still clutched her backpack straps with both hands, asking softly in puzzlement, "Senior Brother Fang, why haven't you considered transferring to Hand Surgery?"

"Old Professor Wen thought extremely highly of you today. If he speaks up for you, and you can transfer to Hand Surgery for your doctorate, and meet the patency rate requirement for the severed tail artery, with the experimental platform Teacher Yuan gave you, almost no one would dare question you staying in Hand Surgery."

"After all, Hand Surgery's requirement for newly hired staff is merely a vascular patency rate above seventy percent after mouse tail artery anastomosis."

Luo Tingzhu's tone was low; her gaze at Fang Ziye carried envy.

She faced no pressure obtaining her doctoral student status and doctorate, but regarding hospital retention or job hunting after graduation, she was still like rootless duckweed, not knowing where she would drift.

Like Fang Ziye, to have such a golden opportunity in the current situation yet not seize it — Luo Tingzhu secretly 'hated' it.

"Junior Sister, you said it yourself. The content of my graduation thesis, whether workload or reported data quality, is quite good — possibly enough for a doctoral graduation."

"But on the other hand, this is also my teacher's painstaking heart's blood!"

"These experiments were done during his Chief Resident stage, squeezing out time to do them." Fang Ziye did not answer directly, merely standing in a different position from Luo Tingzhu.

"That's true enough." Luo Tingzhu let go with her left hand, spread her five fingers, waved at Fang Ziye, then took her leave.

A night without words.

The next day, Saturday arrived.

Saturday was the weekend; the department had no elective surgery scheduled, only emergency surgery opportunities remained.

Fang Ziye arrived early, so he early recorded all the postoperative check results for the three beds he managed, and also recorded the beds Lan Tianluo managed.

Lan Tianluo wanted to go to the training room early today, to practice with intense focus, striving for improvement in incision technique, so he handed over his managed beds to Fang Ziye to handle.

Mutual help — Fang Ziye agreed.

Qin Geluo and Li Nuo, presumably having met at the elevator entrance, arrived at the doctor's office as a team, buttoning their white coats as they entered.

One glance swept over Fang Ziye flipping through his notebook left and right, verifying whether yesterday's medical orders had been executed. Li Nuo laughed, "Brother Luo, your group is truly brimming with talent — not only shining in our department's training room, but also exporting culture externally. That's really badass."

Trauma Surgery and Hand Surgery have different focus directions; the training room clearance standards also differ.

Most Trauma Surgery doctors, in suturing technique, would not practice to such heights — unless they are Deputy Chief Physician or Chief Physician level, needing to further deepen surgical quality, would they choose to supplement.

Otherwise who has nothing better to do than challenge the high-difficulty operation of severed tail artery reanastomosis — that's purely asking for trouble.

The matter of Fang Ziye giving Yang Wenzheng a "beating" in Hand Surgery had already blown up in their attending physicians' small group. Yang Wenzheng lamented his bad luck — now a student who hasn't even graduated with his master's has jumped out and suspended him.

Fang Ziye has classmates, senior and junior brothers; Li Nuo and the others naturally have them too.

Yang Wenzheng and Li Nuo served as Chief Resident around the same year, slightly junior to Qin Geluo. During their master's and doctoral studies, this group definitely had connections.

Before superiors, they wouldn't dare shout; but before acquaintances, in a same-level group, they would naturally vent a bit.

Qin Geluo glanced at Fang Ziye, then bluntly shielded him: "Master Nuo, why do I hear you being sarcastic? Are you insinuating Hand Surgery, or insinuating Teacher Deng? How about I record it for you?"

Joking aside, such words naturally mustn't spread. What's called "cultural export"?

Keep it among ourselves; if it gets out it's naturally bad.

Li Nuo isn't Teacher Deng Yong's student, but Fang Ziye is. They might work together in the future, so Qin Geluo naturally speaks up to help, avoiding misunderstandings.

"No, bro, I was wrong." Li Nuo hastily cupped his fists in apology.

The matter ended there.

Fang Ziye stood up openly: "Brother Luo, thanks for speaking up for me. Actually I'm still completely bewildered — I honestly just sutured a skin jelly, barely passed."

"Who knew Brother Zheng would drag me over and nearly cause an incident? If it hadn't been handled well, when my teacher returns, even if I don't shed a layer of skin, I'd be scolded for ten days to half a month."

Fang Ziye finished, sniffed his nose, and seeing neither Li Nuo nor Qin Geluo had pens in their chest pockets, he — prepared in advance — hurriedly took the two new boxes of pens he'd just bought from his white coat side pocket and personally clipped one onto each senior brother.

This is a kind of wisdom — hoping the big brothers won't gossip.

In clinical work, no one accepts money if you give it, but if you give pens, almost no one refuses.

Not much money, but effective.

After Fang Ziye filled both men's white coat front pockets like pinning medals, Li Nuo embarrassedly covered his chest: "Stop, enough, enough. If you stuff too many, they might be gone tomorrow. One or two, people might still think I'm pitiful."

"Hmm, Ziye is very good — steady and solid in doing things, not many words, but knows how to handle matters." Li Nuo sized Fang Ziye up and down, feeling this young man was teachable.

Joking aside, although Fang Ziye usually doesn't talk fancy, just this morning's matter — he handled it very well.

As the saying goes: take from someone's hand and you're short; eat from someone's mouth and you're soft.

Qin Geluo put an arm around Fang Ziye's shoulder: "Now you're joking. Our Ziye even has a catchy rhyme — nickname Step-by-Step High, Master walks on water."

Qin Geluo's joke made Fang Ziye freeze, but he didn't dare respond.

Qin Geluo jokes with his own teacher without reserve, but I can't say you Qin Geluo can't joke about my teacher, nor can I join you in joking about my Master.

No more words after. Gu Yi, Luo Tingzhu and the other doctors entered one after another, each auditing their group's inpatient record writing and whether medical orders were appropriate, whether there was misuse, then screening for abnormal data.

……

Weekend ward rounds are very casual — basically just walk around, look around. And with no major surgeries or operations for many days, postoperative management is highlighted by one word: relaxed.

Just debridement and suturing and minor fractures — what could be special?

However, Fang Ziye still, after finishing rounds, handed his relevant medical orders to Luo Tingzhu, entrusting her to help handle the beds he and Lan Tianluo managed.

And Fang Ziye? He was exceptionally brought by Qin Geluo before Old Professor Li, who had come to the department on a whim today for a stroll.

Old Professor Li, extremely impolitely, directly pushed open Teacher Deng Yong's office, then as if returning to his own home, patted the sofa and said: "Deng Yong still knows how to enjoy himself. This chair's been changed — much more comfortable than the one I sat on before."

Old Professor Li's words instantly made Qin Geluo's expression turn stern. He replied cautiously: "Teacher Li, this chair wasn't changed by Professor Deng. It was Professor Dong who sat on that chair and broke it — truly beyond repair."

"Only then did the Head Nurse approve, and a new one was swapped in."

While replying, Qin Geluo served tea to Old Professor Li; Fang Ziye hurried to fetch and boil water.

He reported carefully: "Teacher Li, the water will take a while to boil. Please wait a moment."

"The Head Nurse changed too, right? Not Yao Lan anymore?" Old Professor Li asked.

Old Professor Li is the former former former former Administrative Director of Trauma Surgery. After Old Professor Li stepped down, several more directors changed. The previous Trauma Surgery director was Professor Dong Yaohui from the department. The two before that were Professor Zheng, who left the department last year, and Professor Xiong, who left three years ago.

After Professor Zheng retired from the department, he declined the hospital's rehire and returned to his hometown, continuing to shine. As for Old Professor Xiong, like Old Professor Li, he currently sits in Outpatient Clinic, while also serving as Warehouse Manager in the training room.

Speaking of it, Old Professor Li and Old Professor Xiong count as a batch who worked together in the department for many years. Old Professor Zheng was all mid-career recruits to Zhongnan Hospital — that was after Old Professor Chu passed away.

Qin Geluo hurriedly replied: "Old Professor Li, Teacher Yao has already gone to work in the Nursing Department."

Yao Lan, that was how many terms ago for the Head Nurse; the turnover rate for Head Nurses in each specialty is much more diligent than for Directors. Generally, once they get older, they go to idle positions.

"Time flies; these days pass one day less smoothly than the last."

"I still remember what that young man Chu Zhonghua looked like when he first entered the department; now, he even has a Disciple's Disciple." Old Professor Li sighed as he looked toward Fang Ziye.

Old Professor Li is Chu Professor's Senior Brother; back in their time, the standard for Hospital Retention at Zhongnan Hospital was only Undergraduate; later, when it came to Professor Li Yong's batch of people around fifty years old, it was Master's Student Retention.

Nowadays, Doctor Retention is almost impossible, and it's still competition within competition.

Fang Ziye then explained: "Professor Li, hey, Chu Professor is my Great-Grandmaster; I am Teacher Yuan Weihong's student."

Old Professor Li counts as Fang Ziye's Great-Grandmaster; this is the length of inheritance inside a large Top-tier Grade-A Hospital.

"Mm, Chu Zhonghua didn't retain many students; he's a bit younger than me, and in that era, it was also quite hard to be evaluated as a Master's Student Supervisor; I remember Chu Zhonghua was forty-two or forty-three when he got evaluated as Supervisor, right when Ezhou Medical College merged into Han City University, catching a wave of opportunity."

"He caught the opportunity, but it was the early 2000s; the Hospital's Recruitment Standard for its own staff also increased a lot, so it seems only one stayed, but I had already retired by then."

"You brat, your name is Fang Ziye?" Old Professor Li only now looked properly at Fang Ziye, tone slightly unkind, old-fashioned airs, putting on quite a show.

But Old Professor Li's show isn't a put-on; he inherently belongs here.

Fang Ziye bowed slightly and nodded.

"Good talent; as a student of our Trauma Surgery, not thinking about properly practicing in the Training Room to hone surgical skills, yet having the leisure to go do Hand Surgery's Suture Operation."

"Is your pressure too low? Or do you feel Motivation is lacking?" Old Professor Li asked.

Fang Ziye listened, expression stunned, but just then the water in the Water Kettle boiled, so Fang Ziye planned to slip away first: "Professor Li, I'll go get you water first."

Old Professor Li glanced at Qin Geluo; Qin Geluo immediately understood, extended his left hand, pressed down on Fang Ziye's shoulder trying to escape, held Fang Ziye in place with a bit of force, then said: "I'll go brew tea; you stay and chat properly with Old Professor Li."

Qin Geluo had long wanted to slip away; how could he possibly let Fang Ziye slip away.

"You sit down and speak; we're not quarreling, or Criticism, just chatting casually." Old Professor Li slightly extended his hand, gesturing for Fang Ziye to sit down.

Fang Ziye also nodded, then sat on half the Chair, upper body straight, whole person stiff and proper, face Nervous.

Mainly because he didn't know how to reply to Professor Li's words; if it were his own Teacher, Fang Ziye would instead not have this much pressure.

Eyeballs rolled around once: "Professor Li, this is actually a Misunderstanding; the Senior Brothers and Junior Sisters and Fellow Trainees in the Training Room can give Evidence; I really didn't deliberately practice; I also don't really know."

Old Professor Li leaned his back slightly against the Chair, hands inserted backwards at his waist, moved his cervical spine, face tilted up: "Deng Yong gave you a Small Goal; looks like it's still not enough to fill your Motivation; so, I'll also give you a Small Goal, you can try it."

"Currently, in our Hospital's team, in the aspect of Osteotomy Correction, a scale and team still haven't formed; if you dare to have achievements in this Direction and Fill the Gap, then nothing else needs to be said."

"Hand Surgery still has Old Professor Wen Dongfang to give you; our Trauma Surgery, not a penny less."

"I'll personally go talk to Dean Wang; when the time comes, if the Dean isn't Dean Wang, whatever Dean, I'll also dare go slap the Table."

"Deal?"

Fang Ziye didn't answer first; instead, he first found the surgery term Osteotomy Correction on his own Skill Tree; currently Grayed Out.

Clicked/Selected it slightly, then discovered this surgery's Prerequisite Skills number ten; one is Osteotomy, one is Manual Reduction Technique which he already has achievements in, one is Fracture Internal Fixation Operation Experience which he has certain Proficiency in, and there's Bone Plastic Surgery, currently only Level 1 and still lacking a bit of Proficiency.

Another is Bone Harvesting and Grafting Technique (Compression Bone Grafting), also Level 0 1/5.

The other five are closely related to Joint Surgery operations; Fang Ziye is also Grayed Out...

This damn thing, Can't Accept; this surgery's Difficulty Too High.

Fang Ziye placed Hands on Abdomen, Soft Voice: "Teacher Li, can you Lower Difficulty a bit? This Osteotomy Correction is already a Top-Level Surgery combining Trauma Surgery and Joint Surgery."

"Ho, you still dare negotiate terms?" Old Professor Li's Head Upright, Upper Body Leans Forward slightly.

"Thank you Teacher Li for your appreciation; it's just the technique you just spoke of, Difficulty a bit Too High." Fang Ziye relatively honest.

"Seems a bit Not Thick-skinned/Unfair; anyway this Direction, whether you Rush or not you have to Rush; later just think about Rushing in this Direction; if your talent is good enough, you'll have your Benefits."

"This is the first; the second is Pelvic Reconstruction; if you can also have achievements in this aspect, I'll be even more delighted..."

Fang Ziye looked at Pelvic Reconstruction again, even more cowed: "Teacher Li, can you change to an even simpler one?"

Ma Le Gobi.

Pelvic Reconstruction's Difficulty is even higher than Osteotomy Correction's Difficulty.

"Then what about Mangled Extremity Reconstruction?" Old Professor Li twisted his cervical spine again, replied.

The more he spoke the more outrageous; Fang Ziye currently still hasn't seen in the Skill Pool any surgery related to the Mangled Extremity Reconstruction Old Professor Li spoke of.

This is still being knocked down; and it's an older generation figure like Old Professor Li, personally stepping out to complete the knocking down on himself.

Fang Ziye silent without a sound.

Qin Geluo right now just happened to walk back; not only brought Old Professor Li a cup of tea, also pushed a cup over to Fang Ziye.

Smiling said: "Ziye, you accompany Old Professor Li and chat slowly; I'm going out for a trip, still have some matters."

Fang Ziye turned head to look at Qin Geluo wanting to slip away, corner of eye darkly flashing, seemingly saying: Brother, don't ah, you need to accompany me together ah, pressure here is huge.

Old Professor Li didn't stop Qin Geluo's departure.

Qin Geluo immediately slipped away, and even lightly closed the door.

Fang Ziye then Nose Sniff: "Teacher Li, the surgeries you spoke of are all our Trauma Surgery's most Top-Level Disease Types; this is too hard; if I dare agree, it belongs to aiming too high."

"Truly don't dare promise anything."

"Mm, these techniques' Difficulties are indeed not small; but they are a Direction our Trauma Surgery can advance in; if you can master all these surgeries, compared to doing Limb Replantation and such, the sense of achievement is much more."

"If you go do Hand Surgery's Limb Replantation, even if you do it to the Top-Level, you're still the Runner-up's share. Right?"

"Our Zhongnan Hospital has already been Runner-up for how many years; now we don't need to develop in the Runner-up Direction; still need to do our own Specialty, strive to be a Leader/Frontrunner."

After Qin Geluo left, Professor Li completely changed expression and tone, then solemnly said: "Have questions ask more; whether in the Training Room or in Clinical."

"Have Capability then Rush forward; behind you there's still Zhongnan Hospital this Platform; what are you afraid of?"

"Whether Osteotomy Correction, or Pelvic Reconstruction, or Mangled Extremity; should do then do, should Rush then Rush."

"The First Person to do Limb Replantation, didn't they also feel it was very difficult or even Impossible? But it was still done; as a doctor in a teaching hospital, Expert Professor, if you don't go do impossible things, what do you go do, go do Infusion?"

"Want to do Infusion, go to the Community Hospital not far away next door; every day there's plenty to do, right."

"I've seen you several times; you're the only one in recent years with very Pure Surgical Talent that's also not bad among Young People; so I wanted to say a bit more to you. Don't blame this Old Man who doesn't manage affairs in the department for being a Busybody." Professor Li's voice slightly carried emotion; after all, people get old.

(Chapter End)