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"Girl, try to think more positively. Professor Fang really had no other choice but to persuade some patients to leave the hospital ahead of schedule."

"After all, public opinion can be a fearsome thing!" The patient in bed 2 was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a conflicted expression and a tone full of empathy.

As a patient in the same condition as the patient in bed 3, he could understand the despair she felt at that moment.

He had experienced this kind of despair more than once, but this time, when he had the best chance to grasp at a straw, Fang Ziye kicked him off the cliff.

She's never gambled before.

Sometimes, gambling is also a form of 'expectation'!
The woman's husband also offered words of comfort, saying, "Professor Fang's skills are excellent; he might be able to come up with a new solution soon."

"At least we haven't tried and failed yet, have we?"

If a woman could put herself in Fang Ziye's shoes, she could definitely understand him, but she couldn't calm down at the moment.

But he couldn't vent his frustrations by lashing out, so all his unspoken words were condensed into a long sigh: "Ah... this is fate."

Injury is fate, spinal cord injury is fate, and now encountering a chance of even a few percent is also fate.

Fang Ziye had no reason to target her, because there were indeed occasional patients in the department whose treatments were ineffective, and they, too, did not want to admit that it was just bad luck.

Therefore, they often wanted to ask Fang Ziye the specific reasons, which Fang Ziye had been unable to answer in the past.

Now, Fang Ziye has provided the answer ahead of time!
This explains why surgery couldn't be performed, but such an explanation only makes her more desperate.

If Fang Ziye can't help her here, where else can she go?

I can't go anywhere; I'll just go back to where I came from, continuing my life as before, continuing to stay at home alone...

“Master, the patient in bed 4 had osteotomy and reshaping surgery on the 21st. His knee joint deformity has been restored to the correct alignment, and his postoperative recovery is progressing well. He can now get out of bed and move around with crutches.”

"Discharge is scheduled for today." Feng Junfeng, the attending physician for beds 4-6, reported to his supervisor immediately.

The patient in bed 4 is a young man in his early twenties.

As you can see, his left lower limb is noticeably smaller than his right lower limb, and he is very thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

After Feng Junfeng finished speaking, he opened the surgical wound. Because it was an open surgery, the wound was very long, and the centipede-like sutures were shocking to see.

However, the wound healed very well, and the young man said with satisfaction, "Professor Fang, can I really be discharged now? My parents think we're not in a hurry to leave."

"After all, there are professional doctors here to provide guidance."

Fang Ziye covered it with sterile dressing: "You can recuperate at home. In your current condition, you don't need to recover in the ward anymore. Dr. Feng will give you a relatively professional rehabilitation guide later."

"You should strictly follow the rhythm of rehabilitation training and do rehabilitation, with a fluctuation of 10% above or below the rehabilitation standard. Don't go too low, but don't go too high either."

"As we suggested before, you should ask your school for at least half a month's leave, a month would be best, and then go back to school after the National Day holiday."

"In college, you have to skip a few classes to make it complete."

This guy is a college student, only a sophomore this year.

However, his knee deformity had been present for a long time, and he had visited many hospitals before, but no team dared to take on the case easily.

He came to the new campus of Zhongnan Hospital in June of this year, but after the consultation, he was unable to have the surgery until August.

He took a shortcut; his family was very familiar with Professor Zeng Duoqin, and after seeing Professor Zeng at his clinic, he was able to smoothly queue for admission and transfer to another bed.

"It's alright, Professor Fang. As long as this leg isn't crippled, taking a year off from school is no problem."

"Otherwise, you'll walk all crooked and unsteady, and it'll be hard to find a girlfriend in the future." The young man's personality has become much more open, several times more cheerful than when he was first admitted to the hospital and was almost autistic.

Which college student doesn't want to be positive and optimistic? But a person with a limp like him is always pitied wherever he goes, even though his classmates are all pretty good.

But some feelings of inferiority are ingrained in one's very being.

"Professor Fang, thank you. My son himself says he's standing much straighter now, and most importantly, he's more confident." The person accompanying him was the patient's father; the mother had probably gone out to cook again.

"Well, I'll give you a special medical order, which is to eat more."

"Look at your figure, all skinny. With a figure like that, is it your girlfriend protecting you or you protecting her? You'll have a hard time finding someone like that in the future."

"Eat plenty of high-quality protein such as lean meat, fish, and chicken. With your figure, you can also add some carbohydrates. Don't worry about gaining weight..."

"After you get back, take good care of yourself and recover well..." Fang Ziye specifically instructed.

“Yes, yes, Professor Fang.” The young man nodded respectfully.

"Brother Feng, please help me with the discharge procedures later. If I have any questions in the future, I will ask you on WeChat. I won't bother you."

Feng Junfeng was relieved to hear this: "It's okay, you can send me a message anytime, and I'll reply as soon as I see it."

Generally speaking, if you're just a junior master's or doctoral student, which patient's family member would want to keep your information? They'd much rather keep the professors' phone numbers.

However, thanks to his mentor Fang Ziye, Feng Junfeng was often asked for his contact information by patients and their families, which allowed him to fully experience being a valued doctor.

Being needed and sought after can sometimes be a source of joy.

Patients in beds 5 and 6 are both pre-operative patients; there's nothing special about them. As long as there are no absolute contraindications for surgery, they can just wait for the operation...

When Fang Ziye came to check on bed 8, he paused slightly: "Uncle, Aunt, are you Yuanpei's aunt and uncle? I'm so sorry, Yuanpei and I are very good friends."

The patient in bed 8, in his fifties and slightly younger than Fang Ziye's father, was the husband of Li Yuanpei's aunt. He smiled warmly and said, "Professor Fang, Yuanpei has mentioned you to me before!"

"Yuanpei said that it's best not to reveal the relationship before the surgery, because if you do, Professor Fang might be even more nervous during the surgery."

“When we were hospitalized, the procedures went quite smoothly. Yuanpei also took us to do the tests himself, so we basically didn’t have to wait in line.”

"Well... maybe we were just unlucky."

Thanks to Li Yuanpei's connection at Zhongnan Hospital, the middle-aged man did not blame Fang Ziye for the poorly performed surgery.

Li Yuanpei followed Fang Ziye, and in fact, Deng Yong found Li Yuanpei this job because of Fang Ziye's connections; otherwise, Li Yuanpei would not have been able to stay in the hospital at all.

In all things considered, Fang Ziye was Li Yuanpei's benefactor. If he were to cause trouble under such circumstances, he would have a hard time explaining himself to Li Yuanpei's father.

"Uncle, I'm so sorry, we really did our best, thank you so much for understanding," Fang Ziye said.

Li Yuanpei's aunt spoke up in a low voice, "Professor Fang, has Xiaoyuanzi explained things to you clearly? About that short video?"

"Li Yuanpei, we usually call him Xiao Yuanzi."

Fang Ziye said, "It's okay, Auntie. I know the whole story, but I really didn't expect this at first..."

"Professor Fang, what's the matter?" The aunt in bed 7 was also quite gossipy. Hearing the veiled meaning in Fang Ziye's conversation with the patient in bed 8, she asked another question.

"It's nothing, it's just that video someone posted online criticizing me, I'm sure you've all seen it..."

"Sigh, being a doctor is tough these days." "Especially new surgeries, they're so difficult to perform, I often don't even want to do them anymore," Fang Ziye complained.

"No!~"

"Please don't!" Before Li Yuanpei's uncle could speak, the patient in bed 7 quickly interjected, "Professor Fang, what surgery is without risks?"

"There are risks involved, and some people have even died."

"The fact that the treatment was ineffective and the condition did not worsen is already a blessing in disguise."

"Of course, I was lucky and didn't encounter such a situation. But I think that patients and their families don't actually want Professor Fang to do anything for them; in many cases, they just want peace of mind."

Upon hearing this, Tang Yi laughed and said, "If they succeed in seeking peace of mind and make Professor Fang unable to eat or sleep, how can he perform surgery with peace of mind?"

"To be frank, Professor Fang could have made a living through other surgeries long ago. Even if he didn't lead the research and development of treatments for spinal cord injuries, he could still eat well and sleep well."

"Professor Fang has probably not had a good night's sleep for almost three or four months now."

"From May to now, no, from April to now, it's been a full five months."

"I've basically never slept through the night..." Tang Yi's words carried a hint of manipulation.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye advised, "Professor Tang, this is my personal choice and has nothing to do with this lady."

"I was just saying that. Anyway, as long as my superiors don't revoke my surgical privileges, I'll continue to do it. If they do revoke them one day, I won't be able to do it anymore, and then I can take a break."

The woman in bed 7 looked conflicted and could only gently persuade him, "Professor Fang, you can't stop. There are still many more people who need you."

“Sometimes, you can look at our treatments, which are more effective, and focus more on that.”

"To put it bluntly, Professor Fang, perhaps the effectiveness rate here is too high. If the effectiveness rate were only 40%, many people would be on edge and just pray for better luck."

"I have no intention of causing you any trouble."

He does not mean that.

At that moment, Fang Ziye felt as if he had opened the door to a new world, and suddenly realized the truth.

Why is it that when we first introduced some new techniques, we didn't experience such strong resistance?

Why? Because the failure rate is too high. Many people have seen too many failed cases since being admitted to the hospital.

If the success rate and failure rate are 50/50, then patients will assume that the surgery is very difficult!

If you're unlucky, there are many precedents who are the same as you; that's the norm.

If the success rate is too high, patients won't think it's just bad luck; they'll wonder if Fang Ziye wasn't careful enough during the surgery...

"Then it's still my fault." Fang Ziye, having figured it out, was both amused and exasperated.

After saying that, Fang Ziye walked towards bed 9...

Qin Geluo hurriedly said, "Ziye, you can't think like that. According to this lady, the more failed cases we accumulate here, the less negative feedback from patients will be."

"It was the first few cases that made people feel really bad..."

"Professor Fang, I'm going to take this call!" Tang Yi politely reported to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye continued to lead the team on ward rounds.

……

It wasn't until Fang Ziye finished checking the rooms that he saw Tang Yi again.

Tang Yi, still beaming, spoke to the person on the other end of the phone: "Professor Sun, it's not me, how could it be me?"

"The patient you mentioned was treated by Professor Fang from our department."

"Yes, it's my superior, Director Fang Ziye."

Tang Yi's voice remained cheerful: "Director Fang mainly treats spinal cord injuries in his clinical practice, occasionally diabetic foot, and now he's changed his focus to osteotomy and orthopedics."

"Oh? You even called Professor Du to ask?"

"That's a huge misunderstanding..."

"Okay, I'll go ask Director Fang first, and I'll get back to you right away."

"Okay, thank you, Teacher Sun."

Upon hearing Tang Yi's conversation as he approached, the others immediately bypassed Fang Ziye, giving the space for the two leaders, Fang Ziye and Tang Yi, to converse.

Fang Ziye then tapped Hu Qingyuan on the shoulder: "Hey, what's going on between you and that Qi Xi? You can't take advantage of her in her time of need, can you?"

Hu Qingyuan was a little confused, and quietly put down his pen: "What's going on? Master, you've misunderstood..."

"We can't take advantage of someone's misfortune," Fang Ziye emphasized.

Fang Ziye has many informants. Recently, many people have been reporting on him, saying that Hu Qingyuan and Li Qixi are not entirely innocent.

You know, this Li Qixi was brought by Miss Chen. Hu Qingyuan said before that he liked Miss Chen, and now he's entangled with Li Qixi. This is not a good thing!

“Master, I didn’t take advantage of him.”

"You still don't know?" Hu Qingyuan ran off.

Fang Ziye didn't stop him anymore. It takes time to completely let go of someone you like, even if it's just unrequited love!
However, after careful consideration, Fang Ziye realized that Hu Qingyuan's personality was not a good match for Chen Xixian's.

Hu Qingyuan couldn't win Chen Xixian's heart, or rather, Chen Xixian might not like someone like Hu Qingyuan, even though Hu Qingyuan's intelligence might allow him to win Chen Xixian's heart.

If Hu Qingyuan tries to use tricks on Chen Xixian, Chen Guangbai will definitely make sure he knows who he is.

"Ziye, it was Professor Sun who just called. Yes, he's Professor Sun from the Department of Joint Surgery at Tongji Hospital. He said that the little girl who had osteotomy and reshaping done here went to him for a follow-up appointment."

"He also mistakenly thought that the surgery was performed by Director Du, and later he mistakenly thought that I was the one who performed the surgery."

"Now it's finally clear!"

"Ziye, why don't you just agree to it this time? It would be such a waste if you didn't spread your skills."

"This kind of osteotomy and orthopedic technique should be summarized and spread!" Tang Yi said excitedly.

He has a formal training in joint surgery and is a highly skilled joint surgeon.

He could tell whether Fang Ziye was good or bad as soon as he made a move, so he admired Fang Ziye even more.

Fang Ziye was indeed still the same ruthless Fang Ziye, habitually using the angles others were best at to psychologically crush them. (End of Chapter)