top student at medical school

"Uncle Chen, please accept my condolences!" Fang Ziye suddenly changed the subject.

Chen Guangbai was momentarily taken aback; Fang Ziye's topic was too far off: "Huh?"

"It's clear, Uncle Chen, that you have genuine respect for Dean Chen!"

Fang Ziye pointed to his eyes: "Uncle Chen, you can't fool people here."

Chen Guangbai remained silent for a moment, then his expression changed slightly: "My father passed away this time because of Bai Xi. His regrets were beyond human control."

"He's not a peaceful person either; if he weren't like that, he probably would never be able to stay still."

Chen Guangbai looked in the direction of his father: "Look at him now, how peaceful he is. Even in such a noisy place, he can quietly close his eyes and rest."

"My dad was too heavily influenced by his teacher."

"Of course, this is also a good thing. Only with such a pure mind can one hone one's medical skills to such a high level."

"It's time to rest. Who can work for eighty or ninety years?"

"The machines all have to retire." Chen Guangbai wasn't particularly saddened; his murmur was more like a soft, incoherent murmur...

Fang Ziye did not disturb Chen Guangbai's private emotional expression any further.

Unless the father is extremely eccentric, every boy should have a unique affection for his father.

It wasn't just initial admiration, but later discovering that her father was ordinary, and then realizing that she was just as ordinary.

They all felt that their fathers were quite extraordinary, that they were real men.

After Fang Ziye got up, he walked away from the coffin, looked at the people around him and what they were doing, and then called his parents.

The funeral of former Dean Chen and Song was divided into two circles. The inner circle was for very close relatives and friends, while the outer circle was for ordinary people who wanted to make friends with him.

Chen Guangbai did not bring Fang Nan and Liang Xia into the inner circle because of Fang Ziye.

After hearing Fang Nan mention this, Fang Ziye didn't find anything wrong with it at all: "Dad, where are you now? Are you resting?"

"I'm playing cards at your aunt's house. Your mom's here too. Do you and Tingzhu want to come over?"

"There's a place to stay? That's good. Let's rest here..." Fang Ziye replied.

Given Dean Chen Song's status and Chen Guangbai's reputation, if they really wanted to let in people they only had a casual relationship with, they could raze this house to the ground.

At least that's the case in En.

Fang Ziye did not sleep, but stayed with the spirit for one night, and rushed back to Han City at noon the next day.

Luo Tingzhu didn't stay long and returned to Han City with Fang Ziye.

On the way, Luo Tingzhu felt a little sleepy. After sitting down in the first-class carriage, she rubbed her eyes and asked, "Senior brother, is it really okay for us to leave before Dean Chen goes up the mountain?"

"A final farewell isn't about burying the old director, but about saying goodbye!"

"If Dean Chen has a soul, he would be content to see us arrive. He wants to talk to us but we can't hear him, so it saves him from getting anxious."

"If there is no soul, then death is the end."

"Actually, giving gifts to others is for our own peace of mind, for our own personal attachment, not to comfort the person who has left."

"If you go to see someone off to appease them, that's called social etiquette."

“Tingzhu, we all need to gradually learn about interpersonal relationships and gradually get used to them and let them fade away. Let’s just be ourselves!” Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye's words were a bit awkward.

But Luo Tingzhu listened very carefully and replied, "Senior brother, do you mean that we were very weak in the past, so we needed to use our social skills to gain certain resources?"

"What we need now is a clear and calm mind to accomplish what we want to do, rather than wasting more time fighting for resources?"

Fang Ziye nodded and then shook his head: "Pretty much, that's not wrong either."

"I don't know if this is right or wrong, but this is my personal understanding: interacting with people is essential."

"However, there are still different ways to interact with people at different times. The person who is clear about their own position will be the most relaxed when interacting with others."

“In the past, if we didn’t visit our teachers often and just waited for them to feed us, we would have been too foolish, too passive, and too arrogant.”

"We still need to be polite and respectful to others, but more importantly, we need to find the way of communication that suits us best."

“If you see someone your age now, you’re very enthusiastic and proactive in greeting them, even to the point of trying to please them. People might be afraid that you’re after them or something.”

Luo Tingzhu said, "What could I possibly be worried about?"

"You know this, but others don't?"

"Since you don't care about anything, there's no need to live such a tiring life. Just keep the greetings brief."

"Of course, nowadays, if we want to find like-minded friends, the points of convergence may lie in our daily interactions, but we need to find them very carefully."

"It's not just about having similar talents, but also about having similar ideas, in order to have the opportunity to develop a deep friendship," Fang Ziye said.

Luo Tingzhu seemed to be deep in thought, and after a while, she said, "Senior brother, is this your reason for refusing those people who wanted to become your disciples?"

Fang Ziye remains a doctoral and master's supervisor this year. So far, many people have asked Fang Ziye to be their teacher, but he has not accepted any of them.

"It's not a reason, it's just that these people are too goal-oriented."

“When I tried to subtly probe their thoughts and ideas, their responses were all too formal.”

Sincerity is the key to effective communication.

“Take Hu Qingyuan for example. At first, he wanted to test me…” Fang Ziye said, laughing.

At first, Hu Qingyuan was just interning with Fang Ziye. At that time, Hu Qingyuan had heard that Fang Ziye was very capable, but he was still evaluating his 'mentors' and had not yet decided on a direction.

Luo Tingzhu replied, "Senior brother, you can't look for students according to Hu Qingyuan's standards, or you won't find anyone."

Fang Ziye casually said, "If we can't find anyone, we'll just pick a few randomly."

"Isn't allocation about dividing?"

"That's how I became a disciple of my master, Yuan Weihong."

Fang Ziye has quotas for supervising doctoral and master's students, so he certainly won't waste them. If he can't find suitable candidates, he'll just randomly pick a few to supervise after the re-examination.

This "cannot find someone" is not the same as that "cannot find someone" situation.

Even if a pig were hired as a doctoral supervisor and had a quota to supervise doctoral students, there would still be a lot of people applying to take his doctoral exams.

The competition for doctoral degrees is becoming increasingly fierce, and the number of participants is also growing.

"By the way, senior brother, how's Dr. Liao, the one you took out of the sanatorium, doing now? Is he ready to go on stage yet?" Luo Tingzhu asked with a smile.

"It's still a bit lacking, but I estimate it will be ready soon."

"Of course, 'not soon' is a bit of a long time, it might be after October," Fang Ziye said.

"The entry barrier for this puncture procedure is still a bit high." "However, it's good news that Professor Wang Ou of our spinal surgery department will have the opportunity to perform solo procedures at the beginning of next year." Fang Ziye said.

Luo Tingzhu chuckled to herself, "Senior brother, then you should enjoy these next few months. We can't do without you, and you're invincible during these times."

"It's quite lonely."

"It's only been a few months, and I'm already getting tired of it, so I want to try something different." Fang Ziye shook his head and changed his lying position.

"What flavor?" Luo Tingzhu asked.

"It's just about trying a few different surgeries..."

As Fang Ziye was speaking, the phone rang; it was from Chen Guangbai.

"Ziye, I've sent you those things. You can take a look when you have time."

“My father has already made arrangements. You can’t resign from your position as one of the vice presidents of the sanatorium, nor can you resign from your position as the deputy head of the research area.”

“He said that if you insist on refusing, it won’t work. This is the cause and effect between you and him. You’ve been stuck with this clingy person.” Chen Guangbai’s tone was serious yet full of humor.

"Uncle Chen, Dean Chen is too kind. This is practically giving me money. How could I refuse it?"

"Who can turn down money?" Fang Ziye replied jokingly.

Cause and effect are the most elusive things. Fang Ziye could certainly refuse if he wanted to, but he also had no reason to refuse.

The sanatorium is so nice.

With a five-day work week and two days off, and a very low monthly workload, it's perfect for a top performer like Fang Ziye to take a 'vacation'!
If it's just to complete the workload, Fang Ziye can rest after working one day a week.

According to the sanatorium's operating rules, he would not be dismissed.

……

Back in Han City, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu took a taxi to the airport to pick up their car. Afterward, Fang Ziye drove Luo Tingzhu to a sanatorium to rest.

After watching Luo Tingzhu enter the dormitory, Fang Ziye squinted and rested in the car for about ten minutes.

Only then did he drive back to the new campus of Zhongnan Hospital.

Actually, it's like this: generally speaking, the outpatient days for a group are mostly on the same day, or on non-surgical days.

Professor Tang is the "backbone" of Fang Ziye's team, so his outpatient clinic day is the same day as Fang Ziye's.

When Fang Ziye returned, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

Of course, he couldn't go back directly. Instead, he went to the outpatient clinic immediately to report to his mentor, Deng Yong, and Professor Wang Ou, a spinal surgeon.

I skipped my outpatient appointment, and these two big bosses were there to clean up after me. It's a bit unfair of me to just go home and rest.

Tang Yi's patient saw Fang Ziye when he went out to use the restroom.

Slightly surprised, he turned around from the bathroom door and asked, "Ziye, why are you back?"

"If you show your appreciation, will they come back?"

"Dr. Tang, are there many patients in the outpatient clinic today?"

"Are you alright?" Fang Ziye actually wanted to ask how his clinic had handled the situation.

"It's not a big deal, but it does happen."

"The medical affairs department was very firm. Doctors are human too, and they have personal matters to attend to. They should apologize! In the end, the matter was dropped."

"However, Professor Wang Ou's outpatient volume is quite high, and some patients in the department are taking advantage of the situation, saying that since you didn't go to the outpatient clinic, they promised you priority hospitalization and surgery, trying to get away with it," Tang Yi said with amusement.

Fang Ziye rubbed his cheek: "It's good that we didn't get away with it."

"Teacher Tang, did you admit any other patients today?"

Tang Yi knew that Fang Ziye was tired of performing spinal cord injury surgeries and wanted to take on some patients with joint deformities. He did indeed take on two patients today.

Tang Yi's eyelids flickered, and he said, "Ziye, I also contacted Professor Du Xinzhan of our joint surgery department in advance. If we can't handle it, he can come and help."

"The surgeries for these two patients were quite challenging."

Tang Yi thought Fang Ziye would say something polite, but Fang Ziye took a deep breath and said, "It's alright, it's good to have a patient. It's good to have a change of pace and a change of mood."

"Is it genu valgum and genu varum deformity of the knee?" Tang Yi emphasized the severity of the patient's condition.

Fang Ziye nodded: "That's alright, Teacher Tang."

"Don't worry, you can accept it!"

Fang Ziye thought to himself, "Even if you bring in a person with extreme scoliosis or extreme forward curvature, I can correct him. It's just a matter of knee and ankle joints. What's there to be afraid of?"
I have 430,000 knowledge points saved up, and I can't even handle someone with a joint deformity?
Tang Yi was speechless for a moment after hearing this, and wanted to remind Fang Ziye not to be too arrogant.

As the saying goes, "every profession has its own secrets," and trauma surgery and joint surgery are quite different.

But Fang Ziye is Fang Ziye after all. He has been invincible in orthopedics for a long time, and Tang Yi dared not say that Fang Ziye really couldn't handle patients with joint deformities.

Tang Yi had been following Fang Ziye for many months and knew that Fang Ziye's various skills had reached a state of perfection!

Even if you're just bragging and have verifiable achievements, you should still make the person listening to you think twice before speaking.

Tang Yi's lips still trembled slightly: "Professor Fang, patients with such severe joint deformities are considered highly difficult and complex cases in our joint surgery department."

"Professor Du said this is a big job."

"Yes!" Fang Ziye nodded.

"The taste of the big change is more authentic."

"Let's admit the patient to the hospital as soon as possible and complete the preoperative examinations."

"Professor Tang, haven't you always said that I don't like joint surgery? Actually, that's not true at all." Fang Ziye kept Tang Yi in suspense.

Tang Yi was stunned for a moment, then his eyes burned with desire as he rubbed his hands together, his voice blazing with thirst: "Ziye, are you finally going to deflower the joint surgeon?"

Fang Ziye's eyes narrowed: "What kind of talk is that?"

"I'm going to see my master. Teacher Tang, you go ahead and do your work."

Tang Yi didn't get a definite answer, but he still smiled and said, "Okay, okay, Ziye..."

After watching Fang Ziye enter Deng Yong's clinic next door, Tang Yi clenched his right fist tightly and murmured, "I must become an expert in all surgical procedures and operations related to joint surgery!"

"I definitely must." Tang Yi was eager to learn at this moment.

Wearing a mask, Fang Ziye walked through the crowd and arrived at Deng Yong's clinic. He put on examination gloves and a disposable cap, and pushed aside Dr. Qiao Fei, who was accompanying him to the outpatient clinic.

Amidst Qiao Fei's astonished expression and Deng Yong's embarrassed gaze, the "student" began to examine the patient!
"Master, this patient's right upper limb muscle strength..." Fang Ziye's voice was clear and crisp, without any sense of incongruity.

The patients who came to Fang Ziye's clinic did not recognize anything unusual about Fang Ziye's identity as a student.

Deng Yong slowed down his pace of consultations, a growing tension creeping in. He feared that Fang Ziye might inadvertently shatter his "authority" as a professor and teacher, leaving it beyond repair. (End of Chapter)