top student at medical school

Before entering the new ward building, Fang Ziye saw a message from his father, Fang Nan, and closed his eyes slightly.

The unconditional love and sacrifice parents make for their children is something that can never be repaid in this lifetime.

Fang Nan and Liang Xia originally did not plan to return to Han City from their hometown, but after they came to Han City to prepare for the wedding with Fang Ziye some time before the wedding, their thoughts gradually changed.

Both of them clearly prefer to spend time with their children.

Even if we can't see each other every day, seeing each other once a week or once every two weeks is better than seeing each other once a year.

Fang Ziye paused at the hospital entrance and texted back: "Dad, you can make friends here after you come to Han City early. There are also many people in Han City who have settled here from En City."

"It would be nice to cultivate a vegetable garden, go fishing, get some exercise, and play cards."

"It's not like you're here to retire now, nor are you going to be idle. If you and Mom still want to do something, we can open a small shop..."

Fang Ziye is not short of money now, and he can afford to support Fang Nan and Liang Xia even if they no longer work.

Having nothing to do and being on vacation are completely different things!
"Xiao Ye, you should go to work. My son is still very outstanding. Even when he's on vacation, his boss keeps urging him to come."

“It’s good to be useful and valued. Dad just hopes you won’t overwork yourself. When you want to rest in the future, you can come over and have a hot meal.”

"Oh dear, your mother and I never imagined that a wedding would cost so much money... But we should live within our means. You two earn a lot, so you should spend a lot too. Otherwise, what's the point of making money if it just sits there gathering dust?" Fang Nan was quite open-minded about it.

He subtly expressed his disapproval of Fang Ziye's extravagant wedding, but did not blame Fang Ziye for the waste.

Earn more, spend more; earn less, plan your spending carefully.

"Thank you for understanding, Dad." Fang Ziye knew that changing perspectives takes time, and Fang Nan's views on spending were more open than his grandparents'.

Different eras.

"Professor Fang... is it really you?" Fang Ziye had only been standing there for two minutes when he ran into an acquaintance, Liu Faming from the Department of Vascular Surgery.

"Hey inventor, good morning! Have you had breakfast yet?" Fang Ziye replied hurriedly.

Liu Faming was a resident in the same batch as Fang Ziye, and is now an attending physician in vascular surgery, working under Tang Xiaoping.

"I ate on the way. Professor Fang, you ended your vacation early? Didn't you say you wouldn't be back until after May Day?" Liu Faming also attended Fang Ziye's wedding.

Fang Ziye's wedding was not publicized. He only invited some of his close friends, such as those in the orthopedics department and the chief residents he knew from the same year.

Fang Ziye did not send invitations to the others, such as associate professors in other surgical departments whom he was not familiar with, or attending physicians and professors with more seniority.

"I went back early, and my colleagues in the department also hoped I would return soon."

"Oh, what a coincidence, the elevator is here." Fang Ziye stopped the elevator door and let Liu Faming enter the elevator first.

There were quite a few people in the elevator, but most of them were patients' family members. It was still early, and there were no other colleagues from the hospital.

The vascular surgery and orthopedics departments were on the same floor. Liu Faming and Fang Ziye got off the elevator together, and Liu Faming said, "Professor Fang, actually, from a friend's point of view, I hope you can rest for a few more days."

"But from a work perspective, I sincerely hope you can come back soon."

"If you had been working in the clinic three days ago, our department might have been able to avoid a pretty big problem."

"What's up?" Fang Ziye asked.

"A staff member from the Finance Bureau collapsed on the way to an inspection; his abdominal hemangioma ruptured. He couldn't be saved even after arriving at the hospital..."

“As you know, it’s fine if this happens at home, but when it happens during a workplace inspection, the leaders of their unit take it very seriously!” Liu Faming said.

"Abdominal aortic aneurysm? I don't think this is a standard checkup item. If it's not specifically discovered, it's quite dangerous."

"The other party has a workplace, so they wouldn't cause trouble, would they? The survival mortality rate in these kinds of emergencies is naturally that high," Fang Ziye asked, straightening his chest.

"It's unlikely to cause trouble, but he was, after all, a civil servant. He died of an illness during an inspection mission. His office director is having a real headache."

"So he's still subtly inquiring whether there's a problem with our hospital's emergency procedures, which is why he got into trouble..."

"No matter how many times I ask, it's always colleagues who come to ask me." Liu Faming's bitter smile trembled slightly.

It would have been fine if this matter hadn't been publicized, but colleagues from other hospitals have come to inquire, which is naturally unpleasant, so it's just a minor trouble.

This also exposed a "minor drawback" of Zhongnan Hospital opening a new campus: its top-tier combat capabilities are still not strong enough. Otherwise, there would have been a chance to save the patient from a ruptured abdominal aortic aneurysm.

After all, the other party was already in the hospital.

"That's true. If someone dies from illness while working, the higher-ups will definitely hold them accountable for poor leadership. It might not affect their future career, but they'll definitely be criticized."

"Luckily it was an emergency case of abdominal aortic aneurysm; if it had been sudden death, it would have been much more complicated," Fang Ziye thought to himself.

A ruptured abdominal aortic aneurysm is completely accidental; sudden death is more likely due to exhaustion!

After Professor Chu, the advisor, got into trouble back then, Professor Dong Yaohui's future was completely ruined.

Professor Chu was a professor. If a professor were to die from overwork, Zhongnan Hospital would feel heartbroken. How difficult is it to train a professor?
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Fang Ziye and Liu Faming went into their respective wards.

When Fang Ziye entered the ward, he found that head nurse Huang Xiaowei, nurse Li Jialin and others had arrived in the department and were leading their respective groups.

With her back to Fang Ziye, the head nurse sternly instructed, "Director Fang is coming back today. Everyone must be on high alert and not repeat the mistakes we made before."

"Otherwise, if Director Fang really throws you out, I can't protect you."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye paused for a moment before deciding to ask, "Head Nurse, what detail was wrong?"

Huang Xiaowei turned around and said, "Director Fang, it's not a big deal. It's just that one of our interns accidentally put the lidocaine that's in the department's stock into another medicine box."

"Our entire staff searched for five or six hours, turning over every cabinet before we finally found it."

Lidocaine is a local anesthetic, not propofol.

"Did you find it? Are you sure you found it?" Fang Ziye's heart skipped a beat.

Huang Xiaowei nodded: "We've found it. Professor Zeng and Professor Wang checked the records together!"

This thing can be broken, it can be reported, but its whereabouts cannot be unknown.

Lidocaine hydrochloride is also a controlled substance.

"You should be more careful in the future. Interns have no responsibility, but we mentors do. These basic rules need to be made clear."

“You don’t need to be too nervous. Once something happens, it will be resolved. However, given the precedent, we must avoid repeating it,” Fang Ziye said.

"Okay, Director Fang."

“You were on vacation before, and the things were found, so I didn’t call you,” Huang Xiaowei said with a smile.

However, Fang Ziye could clearly sense a different kind of emotion in Huang Xiaowei's eyes.

Although she is already married and Fang Ziye is also married, some things are not so easy to discard. They will only become more indifferent and will not be treated as if they never happened.

Fang Ziye turned and walked into the chief inpatient's office!
"Xiao Ling, have you finished your graduation exams? I remember they're usually around April 20th every year."

"If you finish the exam, hurry up and come stay in the group as a permanent member," Hu Qingyuan asked Ling Fengguang while eating a big bowl of hot dry noodles.

Graduates of the five-year undergraduate program in clinical medicine do not need to defend their thesis, but they do need to complete an undergraduate graduation exam, which consists of two parts: a theoretical assessment and a practical assessment.

It's not difficult for anyone who has studied diligently to complete the assessment.

Ling Fengguang has been accepted into graduate school and has been accepted by Fang Ziye. The only thing left is the admission notice, which has not yet reached Ling Fengguang. Hu Qingyuan naturally urged Ling Fengguang to join the group in advance.

After completing the practical exam, Ling Fengguang is essentially a college graduate, and all that's left is to obtain his bachelor's degree and diploma.

"Senior brother, the exams are over. I just happen to have a little vacation time, so I plan to come back after May Day," Ling Fengguang replied with a smile.

Ling Fengguang knew that his aptitude was average. The reason he was able to pursue a master's degree was because of the opportunity to save someone. Now that he could become Fang Ziye's disciple, it was because he was extremely lucky.

The saying goes, "The early bird catches the worm," but even a slow bird can't keep working non-stop forever; it also wants to go on a vacation and relax.

Fang Ziye pushed the door open and entered: "Ling Fengguang, you're planning to come after May Day? There's no need to come so early."

Ling Fengguang thought Fang Ziye was being sarcastic, so he quickly expressed his loyalty: "Master, I can join the crew right now."

Many students who had better exam scores and grades than me couldn't get Fang Ziye as their advisor, so it was purely by chance that I was able to get in.

My fellow doctoral student Huang Haihua, who entered the Fangziye Group in the same year as me, was the "King of Papers" who ranked second in overall academic performance among the doctoral students!
"No... I just think you can rest for a while longer."

"After all, once you join a production team, it will be very difficult to take a vacation again."

As Fang Ziye replied, he sat down and began to eat his noodles.

Lan Tianluo was not there; he was clearly preoccupied with emergency surgery again.

"Master, then, how about I join the crew after the May Day holiday? The main thing is that I've already made plans to go out with my high school classmates for May Day, and we've already booked the tickets and rooms," Ling Fengguang said cautiously.

Fang Ziye nodded, said nothing more, and began to eat. He had just sat down and taken only two bites of noodles when his phone flashed again. He opened it to check.

It turned out that the message was sent to me by Professor Qiu from Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

After reading it, Fang Ziye felt a chill run down his spine.

He squinted, took a deep breath, and murmured, "If there's no chance in the short term, then there's no chance. I don't necessarily have to take that step."

Fang Ziye's voice wasn't quiet, and Hu Qingyuan heard it clearly: "Master, what is it that you have no chance of? That's impossible, isn't it?"

"That's a lot."

"They're talking about academician nominations. My qualifications are too shallow right now; I'm not even qualified for a nomination," Fang Ziye said.

Professor Qiu Zhenghua had suggested that Fang Ziye be nominated for academician, since Fang Ziye's current research output already meets the minimum requirement. However, the number of nominations is limited, and Fang Ziye's achievements are not overwhelming.

There were also some professors who were older than Fang Ziye ahead of him.

Actually, compared to them all, Fang Ziye's scientific research accumulation is comparable to or even slightly better. However, being slightly better is not enough to overcome seniority; only complete superiority is possible.

Hu Qingyuan was speechless for a moment: "I see. Then there's no rush, Master."

Hu Qingyuan didn't understand what Fang Ziye meant at all, but Fang Ziye was unwilling to explain the content in detail.

If you are disliked by some people, then you really won't have the chance to take that step, even with the help of the Enshi Sanatorium.

However, Fang Ziye didn't care at all whether he could be elected as an academician.

Knowing this, Fang Ziye could actually feel more at ease taking that step.

……

"Dean Liao, why did you come in person?" After Fang Ziye finished his noodles, a nurse knocked on the door of the chief inpatient office and secretly told him that Dean Liao Jiayuan had come to inspect the ward.

Fang Ziye hurried out to greet him.

Liao Jiayuan came alone, with his hands behind his back.

His pointed chin was still striking, and his hoarse voice was deep: "Professor Fang, I was just passing by and thought I'd come and take a look."

Liao Jiayuan is a professor in hematology, so even if it's on his way, he wouldn't be able to reach the surgical building.

But Fang Ziye didn't want to expose this, so he began with an official report: "Thank you for your concern, Dean Liao. Our department has currently been divided into..."

Liao Jiayuan waved his hand to interrupt: "Hey, Professor Fang, I already said I just happened to be passing by and came to take a look. I'm not doing a medical inspection. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?"

"We still have some time. Professor Fang, would it be convenient for you to take me to your office?"

Fang Ziye nodded in response, then left head nurse Huang Xiaowei and the others behind and took Liao Jiayuan into the director's office alone.

I don't know if it was Hu Qingyuan or one of his other students who had boiled water in advance, so we could make tea as soon as we entered.

"Did Dean Liao want to speak to me about something?" Fang Ziye asked.

Liao Jiayuan shook his head and then nodded: "Professor Fang, there is indeed something, but you will have to consider it yourself."

Two types of things.

"One type is when I received a call from my supervisor, asking me to ask Professor Fang if he would be willing to apply for a municipal-level research project."

"The city is very willing to allocate some funds for your research, Professor Fang, you know what I mean."

Fang Ziye certainly understood.

If you lack the ability to obtain such funding, you won't receive it even if you beg. However, if you have a high profile and strong productivity, then allocating funds to you is considered a political achievement for them.

Conversely, top professors might even be begging you to give them money.

Fang Ziye said, "Dean Liao, I don't have time to focus on applying for municipal-level research projects right now. The projects I want to apply for are not funded by them either."

“I find small research projects uninteresting. My students are no longer willing to apply for municipal-level projects; they directly target provincial-level projects.”

Liao Jiayuan nodded, not feeling that Fang Ziye was being presumptuous: "I understand what you mean, Professor Fang, so I was just asking for your opinion."

"The second thing is that the head of general surgery at our new hospital campus hasn't been decided yet. Professor Fang, are you interested?"

"With your abilities..."

Fang Ziye refused again: "No, no, Dean Liao, I'm not good at administration."

"There are plenty of professors with better management skills than me, Dean Liao, you should find someone more capable."

As a ward director, Fang Ziye already had the freedom he was looking for. He didn't want to be a general surgical director and be forced to attend meetings every day.

What a waste of time.

The head of general surgery can identify the direction for vigorous development, but cannot control the internal development direction of a specialty.

In other words, even if other chief surgeons don't want to vigorously develop orthopedics, Fang Ziye can seek resources to develop it on his own.

"I suppose Professor Fang is truly unwilling, so I won't force him."

“However, Professor Fang, I have made my stance very clear: you are the most suitable candidate in my opinion!” Liao Jiayuan said.

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "Dean Liao, I understand your intentions, but whether it is appropriate or not, I know best myself."

Liao Jiayuan is here to win people over, and Fang Ziye knows this tactic!

However, Fang Ziye also understood that if he really wanted to take the position, he would deserve it, as he had the ability to do so.

But Fang Ziye was unwilling to waste that time and energy.

“Alright then, Professor Fang, I came to see you today specifically about these two matters. I need your clear reply so I can give you my response,” Liao Jiayuan replied, standing up.

"Dean Liao, please have some tea before you go," Fang Ziye invited.

"I'll be making rounds later, and there's a lot to do in the ward, so I won't be drinking tea this time."

"Professor Fang, please go ahead with your work..." Liao Jiayuan walked out the door.

After seeing Liao Jiayuan out of the ward, Huang Xiaowei asked, "Director Fang, what did Dean Liao want to see you about? Is it something good?"

Fang Ziye nodded: "It's a good thing, but since I didn't agree, it's not exactly a great thing."

"Head Nurse, let's go, it's time for the shift handover."

"Good morning, Teacher Zeng..." Fang Ziye greeted Zeng Duoqin as soon as he saw him.

When Zeng Duoqin saw Fang Ziye, his eyes flashed: "Ziye, you're finally back. I can finally relax."

“My phone has been ringing off the hook these past few days. Sigh…” Zeng Duoqin shook his head.

Others who wanted to see Fang Ziye for treatment but couldn't find him turned to Zeng Duoqin, the acting director.

When Fang Ziye is on leave, the patients are also anxious.

"Teacher Zeng, thank you for your hard work!" Fang Ziye and Zeng Duoqin walked side by side.

"It's not exactly hard work, but it seems that only with your return, Ziye, can the situation be stabilized."

"Ziye, you are still very outstanding. Your influence and reputation are top-notch!" Zeng Duoqin gave Fang Ziye a thumbs up, expressing his sincere admiration.

If, when Fang Ziye was still in the ward, many people came to see him, but Zeng Duoqin could only observe and not experience it, then...

In the past twenty-odd days, Zeng Duoqin has truly experienced Fang Ziye's power.

The person who called him to ask when Fang Ziye would return was someone he had never had the chance to see before.

Now, however, he is making a polite phone call to Fang Ziye. Zeng Duoqin finds it hard to imagine how Fang Ziye can deal with these people without changing his expression.

Aren't you afraid?
Or perhaps, something about Fang Ziye terrified them?
The reason for this is probably that Fang Ziye had already made it out of the sanatorium, which is why he was so knowledgeable and worldly-wise.

Ordinary relationships and status cannot sway Fang Ziye's determination.

"By the way, Xiao Fang, after your spinal cord injury research project, do you have any ideas for your next research project?" Zeng Duoqin asked.

"Yes, it's been finalized recently. We'll go and work on generic drugs, see if we can turn them into genuine products," Fang Ziye replied casually.

Zeng Duoqin's expression froze, his legs buckled, and he almost fell. He managed to grab the table to avoid actually falling.

Fang Ziye quickly came to help...

Fang Ziye looked down, Zeng Duoqin looked up, their eyes met, and a silent emotion began to flow between them. (End of Chapter)