Chapter 850

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

On the way back from the late-night snack, Jie Han, sitting in the passenger seat, took the initiative to ask: "Senior Brother, do you have quite a few students on hand? Can you spare a few for me to mentor?"

"What's going on? Are the fellow trainees under Master not enough for you to harm anymore?" Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu sat in the back; Fang Ziye's tone was light and natural, carrying the absolute bearing of a senior brother.

Ever since Fang Ziye came to the new campus alone, Jie Han had become the housekeeper of Yuan Weihong's group; the current Yuan Weihong was no longer that small boss of the past, but had become a proper big boss.

With the Outstanding Youth Fund in hand, his professional technique was advancing by leaps and bounds in the "tempering process"; school-level and provincial-level awards came easily, and the Distinguished Youth Fund was practically within reach.

Yuan Weihong was indeed approaching forty, but he had high hopes of promoting to chief physician around thirty, closing in on Liu Huanglong — who had an academician big shot as a father-in-law back then — and even surpassing him.

The current Yuan Weihong had quite a number of master's and doctoral students in hand.

Even at this year's Teachers' Day banquet, Yuan Weihong didn't have to report to Deng Yong's side; instead, he acted as the big boss himself, booking a super-large private room to "enjoy" the "offerings" of Fang Ziye, Jie Han, and the others!

Of course, in reality, the current Yuan Weihong was undergoing arduous professional cultivation.

Deng Yong had taken a solid step forward, and coupled with Jie Han's theoretical rounding after nearly six years, achieving a leap in one bound, the stimulation to Yuan Weihong was also very great.

Yuan Weihong had said that for the next ten years, he would focus entirely on clinical operations, less contact with basic and clinical research; unless something important came up, he would remain in a closed-door state until he could advance another step.

Jie Han replied seriously: "Senior Brother, I'm not harming fellow trainees; I just feel the manpower is a bit insufficient."

"Moreover, according to Senior Brother Li Yuanpei, Senior Brother, you intend to integrate 'Orthopedics', hoping to find some convergence points to break through the barriers among orthopedics' many sub-specialties, so that future consultations and comprehensive diagnoses can be conducted more conveniently."

"Moreover, what Master is doing now is also what I want to do."

"Although my clinical operation aptitude is average, it's not that bad either; with more time invested, even if I can't match Tian Luo, I should have a chance to clash with Senior Brother Wanghua."

"Plus, with theory as a foundation, I believe I should learn a bit faster."

"Currently, the large circuit related to hk2 on Master's side still hasn't been fully penetrated; after returning to clinical work, there are also many treatment relationships between basic drugs and tumors that need development."

"I also can't invest too much energy into it."

"I'm about to become chief resident."

Fang Ziye nodded: "It's doable, but you should be able to convince students or fellow trainees from other departments yourself, right?"

The current doctoral and master's students — no one was Jie Han's senior brother anymore; all were his junior brothers.

Hearing this, Jie Han smiled proudly, curling his lips slightly: "Senior Brother, stripping away your thinking halo, your writing ability…"

Only Jie Han dared to speak of Fang Ziye's understanding of writing papers.

Fang Ziye was very good at research projects, but in terms of paper-writing skill, Jie Han had a deep understanding.

What kind of person was Jie Han? He was someone who could turn Fang Ziye's old English paper into an SCI paper; his writing skill was profoundly deep.

Nowadays, so many large-scale papers were personally finalized and revised by Jie Han; even Luo Tingzhu's graduation thesis was only finalized after Jie Han revised it several times…

In the entire Orthopedics Department, purely on paper-writing experience and skill, from Du Xinzhan, Deng Yong, Gong Jiahe at the top down to interns — who didn't know that Dr. Jie Han was the most awesome?

He had even personally submitted CAA papers!

Jie Han's popularity was very good.

"Alright, sorry, Brother was wrong; you know my old bottom too, so just don't say it out." Fang Ziye said, then explained in detail to Luo Tingzhu the 'resource exchange' matter from back then.

Doing research projects and writing papers are truly not the same.

Granted, papers need project data for support, but different presentation forms, different statistical charts, can elevate a paper by several grades; those who understand, understand.

"Then you go take a look yourself."

"I'll recommend someone to you: Tong Li, a soon-to-be third-year doctoral student in the Bone Disease Department, very good, quite similar to you in a few ways; you can get in touch with him."

"If the opportunity is suitable, strive to lure him over; I haven't deeply understood the others." Fang Ziye said.

Zhongnan Hospital was indeed Han City University's affiliated teaching hospital, able to scout many talents, but truly awesome people all depended on lucky finds.

A single Orthopedics Department also couldn't produce top-tier talents like Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo every year.

Encountering one every few years was already not bad.

Of course, if looking at the whole hospital level, having one or two people with qualifications equal to Lan Tianlu each year was relatively common.

"Okay, Senior Brother." Jie Han noted down Tong Li's name, planning to go dig into the Bone Disease Department professor's foundation when he turned back.

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The next day, October 23rd, Wednesday, surgery day.

In the inpatient general office of Zhongnan Hospital's new campus, Fang Ziye was "celebrating" breakfast with Lan Tianluo and the others.

The office door was pushed open; it was Head Nurse Huang Xiaowei bringing a patient.

After a light knock, Huang Xiaowei said: "Director Fang, the patient from Bed 11 says she has a little matter to discuss with you privately. It's not an excessive request, so I brought her over."

Following Huang Xiaowei was a young woman of twenty-three or twenty-four, her bearing still quite green and tender.

Fang Ziye hadn't finished breakfast; holding chopsticks covered in sesame paste, eyes slightly narrowed, tone polite: "This family member, can you wait until I finish breakfast?"

"Okay, Teacher Fang. I'm not in a hurry!" The woman hurriedly bowed slightly, first stating her identity.

This one word "teacher" mostly exposed that she was either a Han City University student or a medical practitioner.

Fang Ziye sped up slightly to finish eating, then gulped down a mouthful of water, and looked at Lan Tianluo: "Tian Luo, how much money is left in the department's breakfast account right now?"

"If it's gone, I'll transfer it to you."

Fang Ziye said it, and covering the junior doctors' breakfast in the department wasn't empty talk — he had been doing it continuously from the start of the year until now.

Fang Ziye couldn't possibly distribute proper money to master's and doctoral bed-management doctors; he could only give them some small benefits.

Professional master's and doctoral students are all students, not formal staff.

No one has money to take; Fang Ziye couldn't be an exception either.

Even if Fang Ziye were willing, giving money wouldn't work; that would break the unwritten rules.

Master's and Doctoral students have academic subsidies; this is the current policy.

"Don't know, Senior Brother. If you want to give it, give a little; if not, it doesn't matter..." Lan Tianluo didn't remember so much.

He became Chief Resident, so he just draws a salary now, plus research bonuses, patent revenue sharing, etc.; currently he also counts as being in the stage of minor financial freedom.

Besides, to give Fang Ziye a gift, Lan Tianluo gave several million.

This bit of small money, he really doesn't care about.

"Be careful Assimilate checks your flow record." Fang Ziye said with a light laugh.

Everyone knows Lan Tianluo has a golden brick girlfriend, currently employed at Peking Union Medical College Hospital of Huazhong University of Science and Technology, but it's heard that after several years of Lan Tianluo's soft grinding and hard pestering, she might come to Zhongnan Hospital after her contract expires.

"Family Payment... what's there to check in my flow record." Lan Tianluo didn't care, replying while continuing to persist in the Chief Resident principle.

Quick eat quick sleep quick poop...