top student at medical school

"Professor Fang, I want to swear. Your reason is so refreshingly unique, but also so damn ridiculous." Li Jiafu could only say it bluntly, his lips twitching.

The main reason is that Fang Ziye also gave enough reasons; he was really doing things, and doing things requires time.

Time was spent elsewhere, so naturally there wasn't enough time to spare for him.

Li Jiafu may think this topic is very important and meaningful, but he cannot say that Fang Ziye's other topics are meaningless.

While "omenological" special events may benefit some patients, China has a large population and a wide variety of diseases, with each type of disease having a large "base".

Among patients, which type of patient is more noble than those with other diseases?

"Professor Li, I know it's pretty damn, but that's the truth."

Fang Ziye's gaze was sincere, and his tone was calm: "Teacher Li, actually I'm quite confused too. Before, I thought I could relax once I got into university."

"But after I went to university, I found that it wasn't like that."

"Later, I thought that once I got my master's degree, I could relax and just wait to start working."

"But after actually completing my master's degree, I found that I was still standing outside the door."

"Later, I thought I could finally relax now that I had a job, right? But that's not the case at all. There's so much helplessness in clinical practice, and many patients have no access to medical care..."

"I think..."

"I've realized I'm never truly free. Even though I don't have to manage beds or be a chief resident anymore, and I'm not on call 24/7, I still don't have any free time!"

Li Jiafu's tone softened: "Once you become a doctor, unless you want to slack off, how can you possibly have a leisurely life?"

"Study when you're studying, learn when you're learning a skill, and after you've learned a skill, you can create one. After creating a skill, you can innovate it. There will always be patients you can't imagine. No matter how thick the textbook is, it can only describe typical cases..."

"But Professor Fang, don't worry, even if you don't have time, I will still carry out this project properly."

Fang Ziye didn't have time, or rather, he felt the topic wasn't that important and couldn't spare the time, but Li Jiafu could.

Li Jiafu felt that it was very meaningful to devote his time to such a project.

……

"Professor Li, would you like to stay for a casual meal?"

"These are local chickens from my hometown, raised by my own family..." Fang Ziye invited politely.

Li Jiafu replied, "No need, Professor Fang, Professor Luo, you're busy. I have something to do back in my department."

"Please forgive my intrusion in visiting you. I hope I haven't disturbed your rest."

"The baby has just been born, and you must have a lot to do, so I won't bother you any longer." After saying this, Li Jiafu left and went straight downstairs to the elevator lobby.

After Fang Ziye returned, Liang Xia asked him secretly with some concern, "Xiao Ye'er, is it because Tingzhu's recovery isn't going well that Director Li came over to talk to you privately?"

Fang Ziye was taken aback. He hadn't considered this possibility that Liang Xia was thinking. He quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, Mom, I was talking to Professor Li about professional matters. Not about listening to bamboo."

"Tingzhu is doing well. She looks much better than she did a few days ago, and her gait has returned to normal. It's nothing serious."

Liang Xia breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest resentfully: "It's fine if other people come, but I'm really afraid something might happen to my daughter since Director Li came suddenly."

I am not afraid of the doctor smiling, I am afraid of the doctor looking down.

Sister Chang made some afternoon snacks for Luo Tingzhu, and Fang Ziye also ate a few bites.

Luo Tingzhu flicked Xi Yan's cheek with her finger and said, "Senior brother, the baby's skin is so good, it's full of collagen!"

Fang Ziye pinched Luo Tingzhu's chin: "You have collagen here too?"

Luo Tingzhu said, "Stop fooling around, we're all getting old..."

Fang Ziye was nearly thirty-three years old, while Luo Tingzhu was only two years younger than him, almost thirty-one. They were no longer young girls in their twenties.

Moreover, having not taken care of her skin for almost a year, Luo Tingzhu's skin condition was not as good as before.

"Senior, did Director Li come to see you about the 'early warning indicator' project for the sanatorium?" Luo Tingzhu understood scientific research, so she knew why Li Jiafu had come to see Fang Ziye.

When Fang Ziye went to the rescue, Luo Tingzhu was already asleep. But after she woke up, someone told her what Fang Ziye had done, and Luo Tingzhu guessed that it might be the 'early warning' project at the sanatorium. She began to have some ideas.

If the underlying mechanisms of this topic, which can provide early warnings for 'special emergencies,' can be clearly understood, it would be a major upheaval for the emergency department and the medical community!

"almost!"

“However, Director Li came to me to have me work on a research project on physical examination techniques. I told him he couldn’t do it, so I asked him to try the data analysis for this project and also get some obstetric data.” Fang Ziye replied softly.

Luo Tingzhu clicked her tongue in amazement: "This research project has accumulated at least 100,000 cases, right?"

"Still no clue?"

This topic is purely related to multicenter statistics, and there are no tricks or malicious remarks involved.

Finding highly relevant 'early warning data' from a vast array of routine inspection results requires accumulating data through sheer volume!
Currently, I've heard that the sanatorium has partnered with the emergency departments of several hospitals to conduct such retrospective statistical studies, investing a great deal of human and material resources.

"It will probably take about twenty times more before we can get any real clues."

"With only a few hundred thousand cases, which is about the number of patients a hospital's emergency department sees in a year, what can you possibly compile?" Fang Ziye said, letting out a long sigh.

Luo Tingzhu looked up at the ceiling: "That's at least another ten years or more of research... Doing scientific research is really difficult!"

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "It's more difficult to work on relatively large projects. If I were to work on a small improvement to a suturing technique, I could finish it in a year at most."

"Waaah...waaah..." The sleeping baby Xiyan cried.

Neither Fang Ziye nor Luo Tingzhu had much experience taking care of children, so they started talking directly in the clinic, which naturally disturbed baby Xiyan's sleep.

She was woken up and, disregarding everything else, immediately started crying...

Fang Ziye quickly picked her up.

Yes, Dad's bloodline can't be suppressed, Mom has to come.

Luo Tingzhu was also a bit flustered, but Sister Chang was more experienced and managed to calm Xiyan down...

"Sigh, where do you find so many angel babies?" Fang Ziye looked at Sister Chang holding his daughter and instantly doubted whether she was really his and Luo Tingzhu's child.

……

Tuesday, October 5th.

After Fang Ziye finished his paternity leave, he took Hu Qingyuan to the outpatient clinic again.

Paternity leave is only so long, and Fang Ziye is no exception.

When the clinic reopened after the May Day holiday, the first patient I saw was an old acquaintance.

"Professor Fang, we're here again. My father is still unable to move and feels nothing." A middle-aged woman pushed a wheelchair in, her voice desolate.

Hu Qingyuan quickly stood up: "Sister Xu, Uncle Liu, you're here again?"

This patient was the second patient last year to fail to respond to acupuncture electrodes, which caused quite a stir in the department at the time.

He was eventually discharged from the hospital, but of course, there were no further complications.

Reporting it won't help. Some diseases are incurable. It's not that Fang Ziye can't cure them, but that no one can cure them.

Or rather, spinal cord injury is currently recognized as a disease that should not be cured. What's the point of reporting Fang Ziye's surgery as ineffective or "careless"?

If such a report can be upheld, then you can directly call the police and say that someone is not giving you ten million!
Uncle Liu is Sister Xu's father-in-law. He's not very old, close to sixty. He's thin as a rake, his eyes are lifeless, and his face is slightly twitching. He just stares at Fang Ziye with a look of hope mixed with helplessness in his eyes.

He considered dying, but then he decided against it because he realized he had the potential to stand up again.

This spark of hope was ignited by Fang Ziye.

Of course, Fang Ziye cruelly extinguished the flame of hope he had ignited!

For Yu Liuqinbo, the desire to stand up has never diminished.

He's rich... If he could, he'd be willing to pay 50 million, 100 million, or even 200 million to gain the freedom to stand up again!

Liu Qinbai remained silent, simply watching Fang Ziye, hoping that Fang Ziye could offer a different explanation.

He's a regular patient; his medical record book is still the same one he used to have.

Liu Qinbai has a habit of keeping things tidy; he still keeps his outpatient medical records from before his first surgery neatly organized.

Fang Ziye pursed his lips and said, "Hu Qingyuan, just write outpatient medical records and issue him an inpatient certificate!"

A strange light finally flickered in Liu Qinbai's eyes, and his voice trembled: "Professor Fang, have you thought of a solution?"

The middle-aged woman called Sister Xu also became very energetic.

"It's still an experiment! There's no way to guarantee the effectiveness!" Fang Ziye replied.

"The decision of whether or not to have another surgery is still yours."

"Moreover, I cannot guarantee that this trial will not be ineffective for some patients!" Fang Ziye said.

Liu Qinbai said, "It's alright, it's alright."

"How could I be so unlucky?"

"Professor Fang, what is the success rate this time?" Liu Qinbai pressed.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "It's impossible to count at the moment. You are the first patient I have treated with a low spinal cord injury where the spinal cord potential signal has disappeared."

"Currently, our animal experiments show a success rate of about 70%, which can no longer be improved."

“Animal testing is different from real clinical trials. The effectiveness rate in clinical trials may be lower, with a success rate of about 60 percent.”

"Specifically, we still need to wait for a sufficient number of cases to accumulate."

"If you want to know the most accurate data, you can come back after a while."

Liu Qinbo shook his head: "Having a chance is better than not having a chance. Opportunities don't come by waiting."

"At worst, I'll just have to do a few more surgeries... I might even die on the operating table, which would be the end of it all..." Liu Qinbo said.

"Dad, don't talk nonsense," Sister Xu interrupted.

It seems that Sister Xu has a lot of respect for Liu Qinbo, even though he is just a father-in-law, he is a wealthy one.

Liu Qinbai gritted his teeth and said, "Actually, I don't care whether I can leave or not!"

"What's the point of living if you don't care about excrement and urine?"

No one can understand the suffering of those who suffer from urinary incontinence and fecal incontinence.

What does this mean? It means that an adult can just pull a pee whenever and wherever they want, no matter the time or place.

And you don't even realize it until you smell it, then you know, "Oh, I've got poop all over my pants again, and I have to find someone to clean it up..."

Anyone who had to clean up this mess would probably feel like they were neither human nor ghost.

"Professor Fang, am I the first one?" Liu Qinbai asked.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Yes, you are the first patient after the failed cases, and also the first patient I treated who did not have spinal cord location signals."

"We can discuss the related risks in detail in the ward! I'll order a few more tests for you."

Liu Qinbai nodded: "It's okay, drive however you like!"

"I have absolutely no problem paying for it myself or through my insurance company."

Liu Qinbai could certainly choose not to buy medical insurance, but he still purchased full coverage. His medical insurance premiums were high, but the reimbursement limits were also exceptional!
"Professor Fang, last year..."

"I'm really sorry about what happened last year. I didn't want to accept that outcome at the time, so..." Liu Qinbai apologized to Fang Ziye again.

"Yes, I understand how you feel."

"However, you should be able to understand how I feel now."

"At the time, I really didn't know, I really couldn't have predicted it. It's not that I deliberately messed up your surgery, or that I was irresponsible..." Fang Ziye replied sincerely.

This path is solitary; there is no one to discuss it with, no one to consult with.

No one gave him any guidance. In fact, after Fang Ziye stood up, he only had acquaintances around him, and no one else could talk to him.

The things that my 'acquaintances' and my team know are things that I already know.

Beyond ignorance, there is still ignorance.

Liu Qinbai could certainly understand Fang Ziye. After being discharged from Fang Ziye's hospital after his surgery, he went on a trip.

In short, it can be summed up in one sentence: "Go back, you can't be cured."

"It's impossible... Even Professor Fang couldn't handle it, you can only wait for him."

"No one could have predicted this. Professor Fang is the one who understands spinal cord injury the best and does the best job."

"Whatever Professor Fang achieves determines the pinnacle and benchmark for this disease?"

"Your illness is something that Professor Fang Ziye's team is currently developing, and even he can't handle it, so it's even harder for us to understand."

"Isn't it to be expected that things weren't done well?"

"Your patients in Hubei Province are considered lucky. We haven't even been able to schedule a training session on 'puncture device' techniques at Zhongnan Hospital yet."

"..."

Liu Qinbai rubbed his eyes, his voice hoarse: "I'm sorry, Professor Fang."

"Honestly, I don't know what else to do besides say sorry? You don't even want the gift I offered as an apology."

"Would you take the money I give you?" Liu Qinbai realized that all he had left was money.

Fang Ziye said, "That's not necessary either. Alright, let's go and make an appointment for hospitalization first."

"The appointment for admission to our ward doesn't take that long now; you can probably be admitted next week."

Liu Qinbo was incredulous: "Hospitalized in just one week? How is that possible?"

Hu Qingyuan explained, "My master no longer performs those simple spinal cord injury surgeries. There are often arguments in the ward, with people saying that my master is just seeking fame and fortune..."

“But you probably don’t think so, do you?” Hu Qingyuan asked with a smile.

Liu Qinbai's smile instantly brightened considerably: "Professor Fang is a reincarnation of Hua Tuo, a miracle doctor who truly cares about us poor souls!!!"

In Liu Qinbai's view, the greatest misery is having an illness without access to medical care. (End of Chapter)