top student at medical school

“Master, if you had told me earlier that Uncle Li was handling this matter, I wouldn’t have bothered to come up with a solution!” Hu Qingyuan had been following Fang Ziye for almost two years.

He also admired Li Yuanpei quite a bit.

Or rather, Li Yuanpei could command Hu Qingyuan.

On the other hand, Fang Ziye's other classmate, Xiong Jinhuan, had better clinical talent and good research qualifications, but Hu Qingyuan was not very willing to pay attention to him.

Xiong Jinhuan's talent barrier is very shallow compared to Hu Qingyuan's.

Li Yuanpei's strengths lie in areas where Hu Qingyuan is in the dark.

"Of course Li Yuanpei will help deal with it, and he has been trying to find a solution."

"You think you can contact so many top professors in just one night?"

"I really admire Pei Ge now. He can not only connect me with a lot of top professor teams, but also help me solve a lot of problems at any time."

"This is what administration should be! This is what leadership should be!" Fang Ziye was convinced.

At first, Fang Ziye didn't know that Li Yuanpei could be so flamboyant, but after making all the necessary preparations, Fang Ziye understood Li Yuanpei's "flamboyance".

Of course, the reason Fang Ziye came to the ward so early this morning was also because he was afraid things would get out of control, so he could step in and deal with it as soon as possible.

Fang Ziye trusts Li Yuanpei 99 percent, but he also leaves 1 percent room for himself to contribute.

Friends should help each other, not just dump tasks on each other and then watch from the sidelines.

"Knock knock!" As Fang Ziye was speaking, Li Yuanpei knocked on the door and came in.

"Ziye, Qingyuan..." Li Yuanpei called out.

Hu Qingyuan and the others also respectfully addressed him as "Uncle-Master".

Li Yuanpei is the same age as Fang Ziye, but much older than them. He is one of Deng Yong's favorite students and is now the 'behind-the-scenes boss' of the research team.

Aside from not knowing how to do things myself, all other arrangements and plans are highly efficient.

"Did the family of patient in bed 8 say anything?" Fang Ziye asked.

Li Yuanpei said, "Don't worry, Ziye, I can actually explain it to you now. I'm the one who found this bed number 8."

"They are all trustworthy people."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's face immediately fell: "Li Yuanpei, are you trying to cause trouble?"

Fang Ziye was in a very bad mood.

Patients are human beings, not material for you, Li Yuanpei, to play tricks on.

“He’s my uncle. What kind of trick would I play?” Li Yuanpei explained.

"I just didn't expect that a case of ineffective treatment would happen to him. Since such a coincidence has occurred, why not just use it?"

"Should I just ignore it and not bother to explain?"

"Do you think I was lying when I said I was his nephew?"

“Some things must be completely true to be without any loopholes!” Li Yuanpei explained before adding.

“My uncle was paralyzed in his lower limbs in a car accident three years ago. I wanted to ask him to come from the beginning, but I didn’t dare to ask him to come at first, after all, it was a new surgery and it was still in the clinical trial period.”

“He’s family, I can’t let him gamble…”

Li Yuanpei's emotions were genuine.

“Then you should have had your uncle come to the hospital later!” Fang Ziye lowered his voice.

It's only natural that Li Yuanpei wouldn't want his uncle to become clinical case material.

"You think it's that easy to book a bed here? After seeing how many successful cases you've had, I quickly had him come over and book his hospitalization."

"Who knew you'd recently learned about contraindications for surgery?"

"If you had done it a week earlier, my uncle could have avoided this knife wound."

Li Yuanpei continued, "Moreover, with a 97% chance versus a 3% chance, it's a 100% gamble."

"And even the worst outcome is that the treatment is ineffective."

"It's just a matter of spending some money."

Li Yuanpei's family is not short of money; even though he is just an uncle, he doesn't lack tens of thousands of yuan.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said, "There are only four bowls of hot dry noodles here. What do you suggest we do?"

"Don't eat it." Li Yuanpei took a bowl and started stirring it.

Ling Fengguang said very sensibly, "Master, I'll make the trip again."

The matter has been perfectly resolved, so Ling Fengguang is no longer worried. Running away is what he's best at, and it's the only thing he can do.

He's only a first-year graduate student, his basic skills are too weak, and the things he can do are extremely limited.

……

After breakfast, Li Yuanpei continued to explain his uncle's thoughts to Fang Ziye: "Ziye, although bed 8 is my uncle, he is still a patient after all."

"He still hopes that Fang Ziye, you can continue to think of ways to give him a chance to stand up again in the future."

Hu Qingyuan said at the right moment, "Master, let's go out and check the results first."

“Okay!” Fang Ziye nodded upon hearing this.

"By the way, Hu Qingyuan, remember to have someone send a spinal cord current detector from the lab so we can do a preliminary screening for all the patients in our department."

"We recently measured signs of treatment ineffectiveness in the animal laboratory. We had to have Professor Mei from the Department of Neurology and I carefully interpret them before we could confirm it!"

"Don't worry, Master. I know what I'm doing."

Hu Qingyuan nodded: "Professor Mei sent me a message; he's personally bringing the equipment over!"

Since Song Yi and Hu Qingyuan detected the spinal cord electrical signal pathway in the animal experimental area, the team immediately began exploratory testing on 'cases' where surgery was ineffective.

After about half a month of repeated trials, the team has now determined that for patients whose spinal cord electrical signals have been unresponsive for a long time, the electrical pathways within the spinal cord are completely closed, and the current treatment with spinal cord acupuncture electrodes is ineffective.

This group of patients has completely lost the opportunity for treatment. At least based on current understanding, they have completely lost the chance for rehabilitation through spinal cord acupuncture electrode microcurrent stimulation.

We'll have to find another way.

However, as he was leaving, Hu Qingyuan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Master, according to clinical statistics, the ineffectiveness rate is only about three percent."

"Based on our data from animal testing, it's possible that 5% of patients are 'ineffective'!"

"There is a 2 percent false positive difference between true ineffectiveness and detection inefficiency."

"In other words, out of a hundred patients we persuade to leave, there might be forty who could actually be treated with acupuncture electrodes..."

Fang Ziye frowned: "Let's not worry about that for now."

"Nothing is ever perfect."

"At least we can avoid having sixty patients undergo an extra surgery, and from a sociological perspective, this makes more sense..."

“The sample sizes for both clinical and animal studies are still too small, so there may be errors. Perhaps the difference isn’t even two percent.” “Okay!” Hu Qingyuan walked out reassured.

In fact, the question he raised was unsolvable.

The new surgical methods for spinal cord injury have only just been developed, how could they possibly be completely mastered?

……

Fang Ziye eventually went to participate in the handover, and when the handover was completed, he specifically reminded his colleagues and teachers from other hospitals to speak up for him.

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he said, "This time, I am actually quite grateful to these teachers."

"If similar incidents occur in other hospitals in the future, we should also stand up and speak out."

"Those who hold salaries for everyone must not freeze to death in the wind and snow."

Professor Zeng Duoqin, however, was quite perceptive enough to pick up on another meaning: "Director Fang, this just proves that you have a wide network of connections, with so many colleagues willing to stand up for you."

"Those who are virtuous will receive much help!"

Head nurse Huang Xiaowei added, "Director Fang is already quite famous nationwide, no less than some top professors, and she's well-liked."

Fang Ziye was simply expressing his gratitude for the help he received; he had no intention of showing off.

But upon closer examination, doing so does indeed seem like showing off one's extensive network of connections.

"..."

8:31 AM, Bed 3!
Fang Ziye looked at the aunt in front of him and said, "Sister, this is really not me targeting you. It's just based on our current understanding, statistical analysis of some patients who did not respond to previous treatments, and our accumulated experience."

"Based on the tests conducted this morning, it has been determined in advance that your surgery may be ineffective!"

The woman, in her forties, had long since lost her smile, and her eyes now held an expression of utter disbelief: "Professor Fang, why? Why is it that other people's surgeries are effective, but mine are ineffective?"

"Are you 100% sure? Is there no chance of success?"

Most of the patients who come to Fang Ziye's clinic are financially well-off and have visited several hospitals before coming here.

After finally seeing Fang Ziye's clinic and becoming a hospitalized patient, she waited in line for several months, thinking that she could be "saved" and even planning what she would do after her successful surgery.

Now, Fang Ziye suddenly told her ahead of time, "Don't have the surgery, it won't help!"

She really couldn't accept it.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't explain why to you either, but based on our experience, this is the likely outcome."

"Based on the spinal cord electrical potential signal we conducted this morning, there are no electrical signals in your spinal cord. When you try to make any lower limb movements, the signals from the cerebral cortex do not reach the local spinal cord."

"This means that the electrical pathways inside your spinal cord have been completely blocked, and there is currently no chance for repair..."

"I don't believe it! Impossible, you didn't even have surgery, how do you know?"

"Professor Fang, you're joking with me, right?"

Are you afraid I'll cause trouble for you after the surgery?

The eldest sister, in her forties, maintained a very good figure. Even during her hospitalization, she kept her hair neatly styled. She had beautiful almond-shaped eyes and usually possessed an elegant demeanor, but now she looked like a dying person, her right hand gripping Fang Ziye's right hand.

"Professor Fang, I will be obedient and I promise I won't cause you any trouble."

"Please don't say that, okay?"

"You must be joking... right..."

"Even if the surgery is ineffective, I am willing to accept it." Her lower limbs were weak, and she could only hold Fang Ziye's hand. With the force, the skin in contact with Fang Ziye's turned white.

Her husband, who was the same age as her and in good shape, said when he saw his wife losing her composure, "Honey, don't be like this, calm down."

"I can't calm down!"

"Really, I've calmed down, Professor Fang. I really won't cause you any trouble."

"Please perform the surgery on me. I've been lying in bed for ten years, and I don't want to continue like this."

“For the past few years, I’ve been too lazy to take care of myself. But about six months ago, I started perming my hair and applying face masks. I wanted to go out and be confident, even if I was unsteady on my feet or a cripple.”

"Professor Fang, I beg you..."

Fang Ziye removed the middle-aged woman's hand, looked at her husband, and said decisively, "Brother, this disease has no reference frame; we have to discover and deduce it step by step."

“When I was seeing patients in the outpatient clinic, there were no such testing instruments. At that time, we had no way to determine which patients' surgeries were ineffective.”

"Otherwise, as you know, I would never create trouble for myself."

"Moreover, we do have a small number of ineffective patients in our ward."

"Based on our investigation..."

"My sister's surgery isn't very meaningful. Rather than being disappointed after the surgery, it's better for her to go back and continue to recuperate..."

"There are 8 beds now, but there used to be 15." Fang Ziye expressed himself rather cryptically, yet also directly.

If surgery is pointless, then having surgery is just making things difficult for yourself and is completely unnecessary.

"Hmm!" The middle-aged man was very calm, and closed his eyes as he nodded.

"Professor Fang, no, you might have made a mistake. Please don't do this. Please give me a chance."

"What if?"

"What if it works?" The woman's voice was filled with sorrow and despair; she was pleading.

When Fang Ziye said it might be ineffective, everyone still had hope.

After all, the odds are so small, there's still a 97% chance.

Now, although the success rate for more people has increased to 99%, the inefficiency of the remaining 1% becomes 100%.

There's no chance to even gamble anymore!
He was sentenced to death in advance; there was no point in struggling.

"Sister, even if it works, it's unlikely to be clinically viable. We wouldn't take a gamble unless we were facing a life-threatening situation!"

“I’m a doctor. I can’t gamble with you when I know that performing surgery on you will be useless.”

"Medicine is not gambling, and patients should not be used as a gamble."

"I'm sorry!~"

"Please calm down and wait a little longer."

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he turned around and instructed, "Tian Yao, process the discharge of patient number 3 later, and finish it before noon."

"Explain the relevant precautions for discharge, and explain what to do after discharge..."

Tian Yao nodded, but didn't leave. Instead, he explained, "Around ten o'clock later, I'll bring you the discharge diagnosis and discharge record. After you settle the bill, you can go to the nurses' station to print them..."

"Professor Fang, Professor Fang, come back, Professor Fang, I don't want to be discharged..." the woman cried out while sitting down. Her voice was not loud, but it was very panicked and pitiful.

This disappointment and despair seemed to stir up the emotions of the other two patients, reminding them of their own past.

They all looked at the woman with pitying but helpless eyes… (End of Chapter)