Chapter 94: The Long Road of a Doctor's Life! (First Update, Asking for Subscription)

Fang Ziye's assessment had few participants — only two.

Because Sports Medicine was in the training room, there were two old professors; one was Zhu Kewei, whom he followed, and the other was Professor Han Shan. Han Shan brought a Sports Medicine PhD as an assessment assistant, and also completed the assessment of two people.

Without exception, all failed.

The one who went furthest was a graduating Master's student named Xiao Zhiyuan. He passed incision, suture, and puncture technique, but stopped at the simulated arthroscopy operation step.

But even so, Professor Han Shan and Professor Zhu Kewei both said to that Sports Medicine PhD: "Right, this trainee, talent is not bad. Although not that high, it's still standard. If given a little guidance, estimated to be able to further develop potential."

Fang Ziye at this moment happened to submit materials and send Xiao Zhiyuan back to Orthopedics, then returned. Seeing no more candidates, he stood to one side, quietly awaiting instructions.

That PhD Senior Brother Fang Ziye didn't know remarked with feeling: "Yeah, this Xiao Zhiyuan, his undergraduate school wasn't particularly good, just an ordinary first-tier university, but his operational talent is indeed not bad."

"Speaking of it, when I took my doctoral assessment back then, I wasn't as good as him. Once Xiao Zhiyuan comes in, estimated our Senior Brothers' pressure will be big."

Xiao Zhiyuan, also estimated to be born around the late twentieth century, therefore his name, like Fang Ziye's, quite has era characteristics.

Good thing he's not called Xiao Ziqi or something.

Professor Zhu Kewei at this moment had nothing to do, so turned his head toward Fang Ziye's direction: "Peng Zhong, why don't you ask those Senior Brothers from Step by Step High, what kind of mindset they have now?"

"Why are you panicking here?"

The topic shifted to Fang Ziye.

The PhD Senior Brother was called Peng Zhong, a standard name, clean face, a mole at the corner of his mouth, didn't affect his looks, but also not very handsome. Hearing this, the mole at the corner of his mouth and his lips both twitched slightly:

"Professor Han, no need to ask. Our class, we specially interviewed."

"You say, Wang Yuanqi, same class as me, also a talent recruited by breaking into the training room, but now? Still pressure mountain-high."

"Good thing my Fellow Trainee isn't Step by Step High."

"Those Hand Surgery people, knowing Ziye isn't going to Hand Surgery, specially celebrated two nights." Peng Zhong extended index and middle fingers, expression and tone slightly exaggerated.

"How did they celebrate?" Professor Zhu Kewei was also very curious.

"Internet cafe team battle, small barbecue, beer drinks drunk not fall."

"Originally also wanted to call me, but that day I was still doing surgery. No time, what a pity, after all someone else treating." Peng Zhong also somewhat ingratiatingly showed off.

In front of two old professors, wandering around more and getting a familiar face, only benefits, no harms.

"Peng Zhong, quickly come see, Trauma Surgery someone broke through successfully, again a Special Plan talent, this year truly earned big, immortals fighting ah." Outside someone shouted at the top of their voice.

And although it was a shout, and interrupted Professor Han Shan and the others' conversation, the two old professors had not the slightest angry meaning, one after another stood up at once, then walked toward Training Room 801's direction.

At this time, besides Hand Surgery and Joint Surgery still having candidates in examination, Sports Medicine, Joint Surgery, and Bone Disease Department's only old-old professor Li Dongqing, also all hearing the sound hurried steps, walking side by side with Professor Han Shan.

Mouth cursing grumbling: "Hey, you say, this Li Guohua and Xiong Zhizhang their Trauma Surgery, what lucky fruit did they eat ah? Our hospital produced one Special Plan was enough, produce another Special Plan talent, and it's their department's person."

"How come our Bone Disease Department doesn't get one?"

At this moment Professor Zhu Kewei also quite rudely cursed in a low voice: "Dog luck, naturally good."

"Can't say those two old professors didn't specially step on how many piles of dog shit."

Three old professors directly blocked Peng Zhong and Fang Ziye's path, entered 801, pushed aside the crowd and politely asked: "Professor Li, this kid what score ah?"

"Just standard! ~"

"You're called Song Yi right? Kyoto University Affiliated Third People's Hospital?" Trauma Surgery's Professor Li Guohua and Professor Xiong Zhizhang two people, left and right open bow, clamped Song Yi in the middle, not letting the other few old undead get close.

"Yes, Teacher." Song Yi's height similar to Fang Ziye, 1.78 meters, full face handsome, also comparable to Fang Ziye, only build compared to Fang Ziye more lean, but muscles tough and strong.

At this moment quite politely placed both hands folded in front of abdomen, speaking tone also quite pleasant.

"Not bad, very not bad."

But Li Guohua asked one more sentence: "Song Yi ah, you dare set your heart on coming to our hospital? If so, I can decide, let you freely choose Supervisor, and directly apply for National Special Scholarship for you."

Song Yi then said: "Thank you Teacher, I previously already contacted our department's Professor Deng Yong, and Group Internal Senior Brothers, also had contact, so my optimal choice is still first choice."

"Thank you Teacher for your trouble."

"And scholarship matter, still not finalize first. When time comes our this class brothers, rely on respective ability, naturally cannot be pre-determined." Song Yi answered clearly and logically.

Sports Medicine's Professor Han Shan coldly threw a sentence: "Why didn't think of staying in hospital for PhD?"

Li Guohua and He Zhizhang glanced at Han Shan, that murderous aura soaring eyes as if clearly saying, you old dog won't speak then don't speak, can you not pick the kettle not open lift which kettle?

However, Song Yi was relatively easygoing, not nervous, looked left and right no other same-class brothers still having assessment, then joked: "Slightly hypocritical point maybe reputation Han City University this high institution, I myself am Han City person, want to return hoping for chance to do something for hometown."

"Honest point answer is, I stay at Kyoto University, can't get Talent Introduction Funds, family bankrupt can't afford house, still better return early, for later rush toward a good future."

"I came before specially inquired, Third Hospital nearby eight kilometers within housing prices, are my lifetime not eating not drinking salary, if want to stay there, can only follow TV drama girls found."

"Otherwise eat rice not enough."

"Teachers, hope you don't blame my answer too real." Song Yi's tone humorous yet not losing grace, reasoned and evidenced, logic clear.

Professor Han Shan and others hearing this, also couldn't help slightly nod.

If Kyoto and Magic Capital not because housing prices too expensive, Han City University Affiliated Zhongnan Hospital such place, how possible pick up such bargain?

Platform to a certain extent will influence even determine future able to reach height.

"Whatever reason, you as long as dare choose, we welcome ah!" Li Guohua rubbed hands.

Then in crowd looked a circle, found Fang Ziye said: "There, Ziye, your classmate arrived, entertain well."

Fang Ziye being named, only dared from Yan Zhiming and Big Brother Gu's cracks, slightly dig out a bit of position, walk inside a few steps deeper.

And this moment, already became Trauma Surgery's celebration banquet and solo show, Professor Li Dongqing and Professor Han Shan several people, just in heart cursing grumbling walked away.

Only feel Trauma Surgery walked dog shit luck.

But actually also okay, because Trauma Surgery, originally is Zhongnan Hospital's Ace Sub-specialty, in whole Han City, can rank top three, whether Provincial People's Hospital or Huazhong Affiliated Tongji or Xiehe, all have to have someone bow head.

And this kind of thing, then is other several sub-specialties all cannot do.

Precisely because this kind of platform, becomes strong get stronger.

Fang Ziye not busybody, neared front after, also not good directly open mouth.

Song Yi also so, simply Li Guohua helped two people mutually introduce a sentence after, two people then shook hands.

"Industry Brother, before coming already heard your name, indeed not ordinary. You more awesome than me." Song Yi generously admitted inferiority.

Fang Ziye said, "Elder Brother, let's not play this commercial mutual flattery routine. We're brothers from now on, complementing each other's strengths and weaknesses. You'd better not say you have no strengths."

Fang Ziye blurted out a line.

Song Yi's face immediately stiffened, his expression wooden. "Brother Ziye, the way you put it, it's like you're the one who came up short."

Fang Ziye immediately savored the words in his mind. This was definitely an expert.

By now, Yan Zhiming had already organized all of Song Yi's corresponding materials. He said, "Professor Li, I'll go hand over the corresponding scales to Professor Qi."

"Our Trauma Surgery's special plan candidates have also reached a conclusion."

"Mm, good! ~"

Li Guohua nodded, letting Yan Zhiming leave, then rubbed his hands and asked, "Song Yi, according to our hospital's special plan regulations, you can skip the subsequent interview and shadowing assessment phases and go directly through the special plan."

"So how do you plan to arrange things afterward? Will you go back soon, or come to our side first to familiarize yourself with the environment? If you want to get familiar in advance, I can arrange for someone to let you rotate through the department and our hospital's laboratories, take a look around."

"That way, when you enter the department later, if there's anything you need, you can get started directly."

Li Guohua did not favor one over the other. He had secured an Enzhou People's Hospital training quota for Fang Ziye, so naturally at this moment he also wanted to do something for a talent like Song Yi, to show he valued him.

Song Yi then asked, "Brother Ziye, how should I address these two senior elders?"

At this moment, neither Li Guohua nor the two old professors, Dong Zhi and Zhang, were wearing name badges, nor would they introduce themselves.

Fang Ziye introduced them to Song Yi.

Song Yi then said, "Professor Li, Professor Dong, hello. I have two things for coming back: one is the re-examination, the other is going home to accompany my parents. After all, so many years studying in Jingdu, we've had few reunions and many separations."

"But I'll spare two days to contact Senior Brothers on my own and have them show me around."

"No need for the old professors to trouble yourselves. Thank you." Song Yi cupped his hands slightly, speaking neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Mm, filial piety comes first. Having this thought is very good."

"Anyway, we'll have a long time to get along in the future. Professor Dong and I want to mention here that your current degree of freedom is the same as Wang Yuanqi, a second-year doctoral student, and Dai Yinsheng, a third-year doctoral student."

"You all entered through the special plan, so your treatment will not be uneven. We strive for fairness."

"If you have requests, as long as they're reasonable, feel free to raise them. Whatever our department can do and satisfy, we'll agree to, including your experiment arrangements, professional study plans, or if you encounter doubts in the training room..."

Li Guohua looked at the two good seedlings who had come to Trauma Surgery this year, his chin nearly dropping from grinning.

If he could see in his lifetime our hospital's Trauma Surgery suppress Tongji Hospital, Li Guohua would laugh awake in his dreams.

Naturally, this is a pipe dream, but without pipe dreams, how could anything be accomplished?

After a round of pleasantries, Fang Ziye and Song Yi took their leave first.

After the assessment here ended, the Operational Assessment Chairman Group composed of a group of old professors still had to gather for a meeting. Besides summarizing who failed and why, who passed and why.

This special plan assessment was also a kind of evaluation of each candidate's comprehensive level in professional operations during doctoral admission selection.

At least, those who dare to venture into the training room generally have operational skills slightly higher than those who didn't come participate.

Song Yi walked out of the training room side by side with Fang Ziye. Halfway there, he said with a smile, "Brother Ziye, if I'm not mistaken, our cohort, the teacher should have three students, right?"

Song Yi directly addressed Professor Deng Yong as "Teacher."

Fang Ziye thought seriously for a moment. "Should be like that. Elder Brother Yi, you also entered the department to read a PhD through the special plan, so Professor Deng Yong's quota basically goes to Senior Brother Li."

"Guessed it long ago. Before I came for the re-examination, Professor Deng contacted me privately, telling me to take a shot at this special plan, saying there were many benefits. After I came, I realized Professor Deng's meaning was another layer entirely."

Hearing this, Song Yi sighed softly. "But this is also a no-way thing. Master-disciple is originally a kind of fate and affection. Hope in the future the teacher can be slightly less biased."

Fang Ziye was startled listening. Good fellow.

His own teacher, though known as North Sea One Leaf, was very arrogant. But who was as steady as Yuan Weihong? He had long guessed that perhaps one day Professor Deng Yong would have a sudden inspiration and remember his student.

Sure enough, it was already arranged.

Fang Ziye wanted to ask if Professor Deng Yong had leaked the questions to Song Yi in advance — that is, told Song Yi the assessment standards for this high-end cutting-edge operational special plan. But it was no longer necessary and not important.

Why must the master-disciple relationship between Li Yuanpei and Deng Yong be worse than the master-disciple affection between me and Yuan Weihong? Just because I'm the eldest disciple?

What a joke.

"Elder Brother Yi, Professor Deng Yong is a very magnanimous person. He wouldn't do that." Fang Ziye still helped explain.

He himself was determined to stay at the hospital for a PhD, but actually, Song Yi had many choices.

Huazhong University of Science and Technology affiliated Tongji and Peking Union Medical College Hospital's PhD Application Assessment System was in the next few days. Who knows if Song Yi wouldn't also go run a trip over there?

Must he be planted in Zhongnan Hospital?

Zhongnan Hospital doesn't have that much face. Perhaps, Song Yi already had his own inner arrangement.

And so, because of one Li Yuanpei, losing a Song Yi — whether it's worth it, Fang Ziye couldn't comment, and didn't want to interfere.

"Brother Ziye, goodbye. I have to go home for lunch. My parents are still waiting for me." Song Yi said no more words, took out his phone, located the bus stop at the hospital entrance, and called a ride-hailing car.

"Elder Brother Yi, if you have time, contact on WeChat." Fang Ziye pointed at his phone.

"Definitely, old brother." Song Yi made a gesture, leaving chicly. His back view didn't linger much.

And at this moment, Fang Ziye faintly felt that because of Professor Deng Yong's previous operation, Song Yi's chance of staying to read a PhD would become even more slim.

And this time, the reason Song Yi still came for the re-examination and participated in the high-end cutting-edge professional operation special plan was to show an attitude to Professor Deng Yong.

Your choice is your choice, your suggestion is your suggestion. My choice is also my own choice, not something I'm begging from you.

Naturally, after Song Yi left, Fang Ziye still thought very deeply about the topic Song Yi had joked about before.

Why Song Yi returned to Han City — although saying he couldn't afford a house in Jingdu might be a joke, it's not necessarily all a joke. Buying a house in Jingdu, housing prices aren't cheap.

A set approaching ten million level is commonplace.

And conversely, the difficulty of me buying a house in Han City is not lower than Song Yi buying a house in Jingdu. After all, everyone's family background and preparation are different.

The properties near Zhongnan Hospital are basically two to three ten-thousand per square meter. Expensive ones above four ten-thousand even reaching five ten-thousand are not outrageous.

If calculated like this?

Fang Ziye calculated. He definitely wouldn't buy the worst. Buy middle-grade, right? Figure three ten-thousand per square. Area not especially large either. 120 theoretical area, around 100 usable area. Not high-standard requirements, right?

But this way, 30% down payment would need over a million.

Family can support at most around 200,000. Still an 800,000 gap.

The attending physicians of Ben Yuan have an annual salary of about 200,000 to 300,000, with a monthly salary approaching one or two ten thousand. Who dares say such a salary standard is low?

Definitely no one would say so; a monthly salary of one ten thousand already surpasses at least ninety percent of the population.

Even if it's after tax, meaning after starting work, not eating or drinking, one might still need to save for five years to assemble the down payment.

Not eating meals, one still has to rent a house, right?

If just an ordinary Doctor, the Talent Introduction Fee is at most a symbolic one hundred thousand, trivial.

Zhongnan Hospital doesn't lack Doctors, so if one wants a good life, one can only strive for the second top-rank Talent Introduction Program, with a settling-down fee as high as around five hundred thousand; assembling this with family and borrowing another ten or so ten thousand from relatives, it's estimated that right after settling into work, one could afford a house.

At that time, oneself would be about thirty years old.

The road is long and winding!

This is life, this is a doctor, and also a Medical Student's lifelong journey.

In Hospital, a doctor is indeed a profession that saves the dying and heals the wounded, but once out the hospital gate, a doctor is a component of ordinary common people, needing eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, needing to buy houses and cars, needing clothing, food, housing, transportation, and also needing to undertake the same pressures faced by all young people.

But at least there's a hope; if one really were just an ordinary worker, then even such a hope would be extremely dim.

(Chapter End)