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Fang Ziye ultimately did not let Lan Tianluo go alone. After hanging up the phone, he drove away from the laboratory parking lot.

Although Dong Ning and the others still had questions to ask, they knew that Fang Ziye was currently having some troubles in the ward, so they could only wait until next time.

When Fang Ziye arrived at the ward, many of his fellow patients were standing outside the doctor's office watching.

After Lan Tianluo and Dr. Feng Junfeng patiently explained, the family member of patient 3 still couldn't help but feel indignant: "You always manage to absolve yourselves of all responsibility?"

"Anyway, it's not your fault, it's all our fault. My wife shouldn't have come here for surgery; coming here was a mistake. Right?"

"Where is your Professor Fang? Where did he go?"

"Is it the same old trick again? Avoiding them?"

"Was it the same last time? Will it be the same this time?"

Fang Ziye, who was outside, was planning to go to the director's office to get his work clothes when he heard this. He turned around and pushed through the crowd.

"Professor Fang..."

"Professor Fang..."

The family members who had gathered at the office entrance started calling for help.

Fang Ziye turned around gently and said, "Everyone, you can all leave now. There's nothing exciting or interesting here. What happened was something we discussed before the operation."

“You always say I’m scary, but I’m not scary. It’s just an established objective fact.”

"Surgery is just one treatment option, not a cure or a cure."

“Even selective things have the potential to be effective or ineffective.”

"Everyone, disperse!" Fang Ziye's voice and tone were very calm.

Admitting that one's own surgical techniques may not be perfect is itself a sign of confidence.

Fang Ziye didn't feel he had wronged anyone.

The problem stems from a fundamental lack of understanding. If the National Health Commission deems this "lack of understanding" to have significant flaws and risks, and directly halts its clinical research, Fang Ziye has no recourse.

No surgical technique is perfect from the outset; they all evolve and become more refined over time.

Everyone dispersed, and no one said anything wrong with the family members.

Putting yourself in their shoes, if it were their loved ones who were unable to receive treatment or surgery, they would also feel indignant and demand an explanation from Fang Ziye.

They were just a bit luckier.

Head nurse Huang Xiaowei quickly took charge of dispersing the onlookers and other family members who had come to watch the commotion.

Fang Ziye walked into the doctor's office, closing one door and leaving the other half ajar.

Upon entering, Fang Ziye said frankly, "Brother, you must have been hospitalized for quite a while. I usually don't come to the department for rounds on weekends because I have other things to do."

"I didn't run away, where could I run to? And I'm not avoiding you either."

The family member, a middle-aged man in his forties, had a pained expression on his face: "Professor Fang, why is it always us who are unlucky?"

"Is it really just random factors, with no other variable factors involved?"

Fang Ziye sighed softly and asked, "Brother, just say what you want to say. What are you trying to say?"

"Misdiagnosis, surgical accident? Lack of focus during surgery?" The middle-aged man expressed his inner thoughts.

In fact, he had always had a good impression of Fang Ziye. Although the hospitalization process was a bit difficult, before the surgery, he and his wife were full of expectations for the future every time they saw other patients recovering slowly after the operation.

He and his wife were childhood sweethearts, but not in a purely platonic way. They met when they were ten years old, and their relationship remained ambiguous until they started dating after entering university.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye was not surprised by the middle-aged man's speculation: "You've already made up your mind. If I said that none of these things happened, would you believe me?"

"I already said I can give you the video of the surgery; you can show it to any of your colleagues..."

The middle-aged man said, "Professor Fang, isn't what you're saying obvious? If anyone else could perform this kind of surgery, would there be so many patients here?"

"Can the hospital admission queue really be this long?"

"You should be clear that currently, no one else can supervise the quality of your surgery except for yourself."

The middle-aged man patted his chest and said, "You must be careful when you're alone and examine and monitor yourself."

Fang Ziye said, "So even if I told you, you still wouldn't believe me. Do I have to tell you lies to comfort you and console you for your misfortune?"

"Why?"

The middle-aged man's expression flickered; he hadn't expected Fang Ziye to speak like that.

Fang Ziye then directly tore off the pretense and said very formally, "I know that you and your wife have a very good relationship."

"So you are unwilling and do not want to acknowledge the established outcome; you want to find a reason for this outcome."

"Fortunately, your family is well-off and has money, so your treatment was not delayed. You have been actively seeking medical treatment."

"So, you've been full of expectations, but now that you haven't gotten a good result, you want to shift the blame onto others, even if it's just to fabricate a reason, to comfort yourself."

"Am I right?"

"You just want to prove that you're not wrong, that we're the ones who are wrong. You did your best, we made mistakes, we did the wrong thing, we deserve to die, we didn't fulfill our obligations, we made mistakes during the surgery, we misdiagnosed..."

"These irrelevant reasons allow you to comfortably absolve yourself of responsibility, enabling you, the decision-maker who participated in the surgery, to remain on the moral high ground and continue living your life peacefully."

"As for the consequences of my speaking or admitting things carelessly, and the consequences for other patients, especially those who haven't had surgery, you haven't considered any of that!"

“You only seek peace of mind, and you think this is what you deserve.” Fang Ziye sat down, interlaced his fingers, and peeled away the scars of middle-aged hypocrisy, word by word.

His pain and inner turmoil are real; there's no faking it.

If his wife's treatment had been very effective, he wouldn't have ended up like this in middle age. He would have been just like everyone else, treating Fang Ziye with utmost courtesy and enthusiasm, and might even have given him banners or local specialties.

But ironically, while everyone else's surgery was very successful, his wife's surgery was ineffective, and he couldn't accept this outcome.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression and face trembled, but he remained defiant: "Professor Fang, so you never make mistakes, this can't be your fault."

"We're the ones who are unlucky?" the middle-aged man gritted his teeth.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "That depends on how you look at it. If you look at it from the perspective of omniscience and perfection, my current diagnosis and surgery may be wrong."

"But from the perspective of the current level of diagnosis and treatment, the diagnosis and treatment I gave your wife is the optimal solution, and it is also the best among all current understandings and treatment effects."

“I have no grudge against you, and I will not deliberately target you or be distracted while performing surgery on your wife.”

“Our team has three surgery days a week, and we schedule three surgeries on each day. We’ve gotten used to this pace.”

"There may be a lack of energy in the afternoon compared to the morning, but this will not affect the effectiveness and quality of the surgery."

"Before you, there were many patients who had surgery in the afternoon... and the results were very good."

Fang Ziye added, "Of course, if you want me to admit my mistakes, or if you think my skills are not up to par, or even that I am a quack doctor who is trying to make money by killing people."

“You have the right to complain, report, or file a complaint with the medical affairs department or the health commission. You can even make a request to the higher-level regulatory authorities to order me to immediately stop performing such surgical procedures and stop harming people.”

"It's up to you, because the reality is that I performed the surgery on your wife, but it wasn't effective."

"Moreover, I can't explain why this is."

"And I'm not afraid to tell you, our procedure is still in the clinical trial stage. If you complain, there's a more than 90% chance it will be stopped immediately!" Fang Ziye's voice was very sincere.

"Professor Fang, are you threatening me?" the middle-aged man suddenly said.

Fang Ziye was a little drunk after hearing this. Wasn't this person's thought process a bit too peculiar?

The middle-aged man said, "Professor Fang, you know perfectly well that many people seek your treatment, and there are tens of thousands of patients who need your surgery to save their lives, including many who are of extraordinary status and position."

"So you're fearless, and you might even occasionally perform one or two ineffective surgeries for fun, just to find pleasure in being in control. Who knows..." Fang Ziye finally understood what was going on.

So you're just using the theory of presumption of guilt, applying those extreme character settings from TV dramas and novels to me?

The stories in novels and TV series are both based on reality and yet transcend it. Fang Ziye does not deny that such psychological abnormalities exist in reality, enjoying the feeling of being high above and everyone begging for his attention.

Some people even enjoy the thrill of absolute control, where they can make someone live or die at will.

The more virtuous a person appears, the more likely they are to be such a villain.

Of course, Fang Ziye didn't have time to explain any character settings to the other party.
"Think what you want, but I can only honestly say that I have a clear conscience."

"I did my best at the time. I performed every surgery and saw every patient with utmost care."

"I cannot guarantee that I will be in the best possible condition when examining or operating on every patient, but I will definitely be in the best possible condition at that time."

"That's my answer. Beyond that, I won't argue with you about anything else, okay..."

“You can make baseless assumptions about me in your mind, even insults, and I won’t hear them.”

"That's just how it is, that's the reality."

"You only have one choice now: be discharged and wait, or go to another hospital for treatment."

"Because I can tell you clearly that I am at my wit's end regarding your wife's current situation. I have exhausted all my options."

"By the way, I still have two consultation surgeries to perform. If you don't have anything else, I'll be going now."

“If you have specific matters or questions, we can discuss them in more detail. Please don’t voice your personal speculations,” Fang Ziye said.

The middle-aged man was speechless and stopped replying.

The look in his eyes toward Fang Ziye became more complicated, because he had not received the answer he wanted.

He also failed to find the reason he was looking for that was irrelevant to him.

……

Monday, October 8.

In the trauma surgery ward, the patient in bed 3 was still not discharged and chose to continue to be hospitalized for observation for a few more days.

The patient in bed 3 is named Xu Duo, a rather ordinary but still elegant name. Her husband is named Liu Miaoqi.

After massaging Xu Duo's calves as instructed by the doctor to prevent blood clots, Liu Miaoqi said, "Wife, call Sister Xu if you need anything. I'm going out for a smoke."

Sister Xu was a professional caregiver hired by the two of them. In addition to Sister Xu, the two of them also hired a professional rehabilitation therapist from the rehabilitation department. However, the rehabilitation therapist had to come over after 10 a.m. to provide personalized rehabilitation.

Many of them looked pale and their brows were slightly furrowed: "Husband, don't worry. This is probably fate. I've been too happy in the first half of my life. Even God can't stand it, so He has to make me pay some price."

"Stop arguing with those doctors. Professor Fang and Professor Tang seem like kind people, not the kind of extreme people you described."

Many of them, including Liu Miaoqi, came from county towns. After graduation, they stayed in Han City to work hard. They had a harmonious relationship and are now considered successful in their careers.

He owns a company that's neither too big nor too small, has a son and a daughter, and comes from a well-off family. He achieved initial financial freedom after the age of thirty, and now his family has more than 100 million yuan in cash at their disposal.

Many people feel very lucky. They were pampered by their families when they were young, by their boyfriends after they started dating, and by their husbands when they started their own businesses.

She's lucky!
If it weren't for that car accident, she would have had very few worries in her life.

"Okay, I know, I didn't argue... I just feel indignant... We haven't done anything immoral, and we've done a lot of good deeds, so why is it that we're singled out?" Liu Miaoqi rubbed her eyes.

He quickly swallowed his words: "Honey, don't overthink it, there's definitely another way."

After comforting Liu Miaoqi for a while, he went out. As soon as he stepped out of the ward, he saw a group of people walking in from outside. They were dressed in suits and had an extraordinary air about them.

A few people led the way, surrounded by many others, and someone was still giving a report.

"Dean Wang, our orthopedics department in the new campus is the best developed, and Director Fang of the orthopedics department deserves the most credit."

"Whether it's the treatment of traditional diseases or the research and development of treatments for new diseases, the work is progressing very rapidly."

"Leaving aside other factors, the number of major surgeries performed in our new hospital area ranks among the top three."

"If Director Fang doesn't get an award in this hospital evaluation, it would be really unreasonable..."

"Among the patients discharged from the orthopedics department, Professor Fang's evaluation was quite high."

"Professional skills and team leadership abilities are both part of this!"

Another person added, "Yes, Dean Wang, Professor Fang's professional competence is beyond doubt."

"The key is his diligence. I heard that he usually doesn't stop seeing patients until after six o'clock, and the latest he's ever seen patients is after eight o'clock in the evening."

"Of course, there are many complaints, but they are all about the slow waiting time for hospitalization and the low efficiency of surgical turnaround..."

Wang Xinghuan said irritably, "Can the turnover rate of treatment for spinal cord injury-related paralysis be high?"

"Who was unjustly driven out? And why wasn't enough time allowed to observe them?"

"Such unreasonable and invalid complaints should not be forwarded to the ward! Your medical affairs department's complaint reception office should also pay attention to the quality and efficiency of its work."

"Let's go see Professor Fang and the others. We didn't give them any advance notice. Let's see how they usually work."

Upon hearing this, Liu Miaoqi felt a little uneasy and muttered, "Who says they're all positive reviews?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was somewhat jarring.

However, Wang Xinghuan heard this, reached out and stopped everyone from moving forward, turned the group away from their original direction, and asked, "Hello, may I ask who you are?"

"You were just saying that Professor Fang didn't do a good job, right?"

"I don't know, is it convenient for us to talk alone? They're not with us."

Actually, Liu Miaoqi regretted it as soon as she said it.

While his own wife's surgery was ineffective, the joy of other patients recovering, and the happiness of the patients' families and the patients themselves, came from the heart, not from Fang Ziye and others deliberately encouraging patients and their families to behave this way.

Unless you have a paralyzed person in your family, you have no idea how painful it is, or how relieved you feel after seeing hope.

That was something Liu Miaoqi longed for but couldn't have. She shook her head and said, "No, I'm not saying Professor Fang is bad, I'm just saying that not all of his praise is good. He can also be rated as average."

"Professor Fang is too busy. There are too many patients, and the waiting time is very long."

Liu Miaoqi really didn't want to offend Fang Ziye.

Liu Miaoqi instinctively felt that Fang Ziye's ability to be recognized for excellence at this critical juncture, especially with a leader personally leading a "private visit," was both infuriating and laughable.

Your own wife's surgery was ineffective, and you're just blatantly embellishing Fang Ziye's reputation. Is that a good idea?
Liu Miaoqi is a patient's family member, so he naturally felt that the timing was special.

Wang Xinghuan was a seasoned veteran and not so easily fooled: "Brother, are you afraid I'll tell Professor Fang and he'll make things difficult for you?"

"There is absolutely no need to worry. Professor Fang is a reasonable person, and our Zhongnan Hospital is not a place where any one professor can have his own opinion."

"Feel free to speak your mind."

Liu Miaoqi then recounted his wife's situation and explained, "Sir, I didn't mean anything by it. I just feel like I'm having a really bad time."

Liu Miaoqi did not mention telling Wang Xinghuan not to give Fang Ziye an award.

Wang Xinghuan sighed softly, then suggested, "Brother, how about this? There's an oncology department in our new hospital area. If you have some free time, you can take a stroll over there."

"This will definitely not make your loved one feel better, but it may help resolve some of the issues between you."

"I am also a surgeon. It is not terrible if the surgery is ineffective. What is terrible is if the surgery aggravates the original symptoms, making them worse, or even causing uncontrollable sequelae and complications."

"Everyone's life path is different; you should reflect on it and find your own answers. Your idea is not wrong!"

"But I can't easily conclude that Fang Ziye is wrong." (End of Chapter)