top student at medical school

"Ziye, have you thought about your next research topic?"

"If this project is divided like this, it will be over in five or six years at most."

"At that time, it won't be easy to start a project of this scale again!"

"After all, in terms of the innovativeness of the research, it doesn't even compare to your previous miRNA." After the discussion, Yuan Weihong looked at Fang Ziye with concern.

“Master, I haven’t decided on a direction yet, but don’t worry, there will definitely be research topics we can work on,” Fang Ziye reassured him.

Luo Tingzhu walked over at this moment: "Senior brother, Sister Xie, Yueyue, and I are going to go shopping for a while. Can you come and pick us up later?"

“Okay! You guys go ahead, no rush,” Fang Ziye replied.

Liang Xia and Fang Nan are both back. Xi Yan is all grown up now. Aunt Min Limin is here too. The nanny has been sent away.

Three adults were dragging Xiyan along, and she was having a blast. She even took a 'physical education class' so she could play with the other children!
As a result, Min Limin, Liang Xia, and others have made many more friends, all of whom are children and elderly people living nearby.

Xie Xiao chuckled, "Professor Luo, is your Professor Fang always this strict? Do you have to report to him even when you go out?"

Luo Tingzhu's voice faded into the distance: "It's not a report, it's that my senior brother needs to come pick me up later..."

"Just take a taxi," Xie Xiao said.

"It's quite far..."

Xie Xiao's sigh could be heard faintly: "A villa worth tens of millions! No wonder he's the richest man in surgery, haha..."

Liang Quyuan and Tan Yuan had already left quickly, as they needed to report back to the research group, so only Yuan Weihong and a few others remained in the conference room.

Yuan Weihong glanced at the time and, seeing that it was still early, suggested, "Let's go find a teahouse, sit down and have a good chat. It's been a long time since I've asked you guys how you've been."

"That makes sense. You all have titles that are comparable to your master's. You all have families to support, so your master doesn't need to worry about you."

Fang Ziye didn't need Yuan Weihong to worry about him. Later, it was Fang Ziye who arranged for Jie Han and Lan Tianluo to graduate and get promoted. Yuan Weihong, the cheap mentor, really became a cheap mentor.

"Master, no, if there really is something, I still need to patiently ask you for advice."

"Right now, the accounts I keep with Senior Brother Jie are still a bit messy. Although he has given me some pointers a few times, no one has bothered to take care of them properly."

“Senior Brother Yuanpei has too many ledgers here. He can’t manage them all by himself. Sigh, I’m even thinking of finding a research assistant…” Lan Tianluo said.

Jie Han suggested, "Master, let's take two cars. My senior brother is going to pick up his wife later, and I'll take you and Tianluo back."

"Anything is fine, you can arrange it." Yuan Weihong's attitude of 'enjoying his retirement' was exceptionally upright.

……

In fact, as soon as Fang Ziye and his team set off, Fang Ziye received an urgent consultation call from the department's caller, who said there was a rather rare case and asked Fang Ziye to take a look.

Fang Ziye went there, took a look, spent half an hour dealing with the key parts, and then returned.

When they arrived at the teahouse where Yuan Weihong and the others were, they hadn't even finished their pot of tea yet.

After they were seated, Yuan Weihong waved and said, "Ziye, you've come at the right time. Professor Zhang Quan just called me and said that the Asian Spinal Surgery Summit Forum will be held in Hangzhou this year."

"Professor Zhang asked if you wanted to register. Several affiliated hospitals of Zhejiang University have sent messages to Professor Zhang Quan, asking him to sincerely invite you to attend the conference."

"I also sent an invitation to your email, but you haven't replied."

Fang Ziye said, "No, I told Han Jingyi to reply to him."

"Did Han Jingyi forget? I'll go ask her..."

Fang Ziye did as he was told, and Han Jingyi sent him a screenshot.

Yuan Weihong said, "That's just the rhetoric of the other professors. They probably still want you to take charge, since this is a high-level forum for spinal surgery in Asia, with many scholars attending. It would be difficult for an ordinary professor to keep the situation under control."

"Furthermore, the focus of this summit is functional reconstruction therapy for spinal cord injuries..."

Fang Ziye laughed and said, "Master, to be honest, I'm basically a trauma surgeon. If I were to attend all the academic conferences on spinal surgery, orthopedics, joint surgery, and hand surgery as usual, I wouldn't need to perform any surgeries."

"I really don't know how things got to this point. I haven't even had time to calm down and think things through."

Jie Han looked up, handed Fang Ziye a piece of duck neck bone, and said, "Senior brother, your act of showing off is truly refreshing and unconventional, I have nothing to say."

Han City's braised duck is famous throughout the country, and many chain stores lose their flavor once they leave Han City.

Jie Han isn't a snack addict like Luo Tingzhu, but his wife is a duck neck fanatic, loves Jue Wei's duck intestines, Zhou Hei Ya's duck neck bones, Xiao Hu Ya's lotus root slices...

Fang Ziye's words were certainly true; many academic conferences took up his time.

But in reality, wasn't it Fang Ziye who first got himself into trouble?
You, a trauma surgeon, have conquered the field of hand surgery, conquered the field of orthopedics, and now you've even cracked the incurable disease of spinal cord injury in spinal surgery...

The Bone Tumor Branch of the Department of Orthopedics was established with your support, and now you want to walk away? How are others supposed to cope?
If we don't invite you, it would be ungrateful.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Fortunately, I didn't go astray into general surgery before, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to do surgery anymore. I could just fly here and there every day and make money from conferences."

"That's why it's something that can only be said behind closed doors. If I say it outside, people will think I'm hypocritical."

Yuan Weihong explained, "Ziye, we all understand what you mean, but different doctors have different responsibilities."

"Your current position means that you are no longer just a doctor at Zhongnan Hospital. As the academic leader of trauma surgery in Hubei Province, you have the obligation to provide academic guidance and technical instruction to many colleagues in Hubei Province."

"Therefore, you must accept doctors who come for further training and provide them with technical instruction."

"When you are appointed as the executive vice chairman of the Department of Bone Diseases, you must think that you must assume the duties and responsibilities of this vice chairman, including but not limited to organizing academic conferences of the Bone Tumor Branch and other responsibilities."

"Moreover, since you have developed and brought many new surgical techniques to the world, you should be prepared to pass them on and let them benefit more patients, including but not limited to patients in our country."

"Doctors can have nationalities, patents can have nationalities, but medical knowledge and medical systems ultimately do not have such nationalities."

“If you are not an expert and do not enjoy the pleasure of being surrounded by other peers, such academic conferences can indeed be an obstacle for you.”

"That's why we used to advise you not to switch industries too much, that's what we meant." Yuan Weihong's technical skills are not as good as Fang Ziye's, but his experience and social connections are much deeper. So when analyzing the root of a problem, he can offer some alternative perspectives.

"Yes, a technology or a concept, in the end, develops into a kind of argument, a surgeon's understanding, then becomes a consensus, then the advantages and disadvantages are discussed, and finally after a long period of verification, it will be recorded in classic textbooks."

"We also have a responsibility to improve them, rather than letting them drift aimlessly."

“Master, I’ve realized this more and more, especially after having children,” Fang Ziye said with deep emotion.

If we go back a few years, Fang Ziye certainly wouldn't be able to understand what it's like to have a child, nor would he be able to treat his skills like a child.

Fang Ziye didn't care whether it grew or not. As long as it didn't harm people, it didn't matter who could learn it or not.

Looking back now, so many predecessors dedicated their lives to one technique, all in an effort to bring their developed techniques to the pinnacle they could reach.

This includes, but is not limited to, reshaping it and filling in any gaps.

Once a surgical procedure is developed, it must undergo countless tests in academic forums and be tested by others. Only through rigorous testing can it become a classic.

Otherwise, despite the many years of surgical development and the countless improvements and researches that have been made, only a few classic procedures have been preserved.

In recent years, surgical techniques have developed rapidly, and various improved surgical procedures have emerged one after another. However, most of them are ultimately just background elements and will be abandoned or replaced soon afterward.

Ultimately, being a doctor requires a certain purity of heart. It's not just about achieving peak proficiency, but also about continuously refining a surgical technique...

Jie Han had also grown up and had a deeper theoretical knowledge than the others, so he took over Fang Ziye's topic: "Senior brother, innovation is innovation, and inheritance is inheritance."

"It's not right to only innovate without inheriting traditions."

"Even the best surgery can only be called a surgical technique if it can be passed down. Otherwise, it is just personal operation and experience, which will be lost with the person."

"Actually, I've been thinking about this question in recent years: why do many senior researchers only work on one or two diseases? Have they really run out of ideas?"

"Now I realize that perhaps it is simpler to create an original surgical procedure than to pass on a surgical technique."

"Creation is a matter of a moment, but protecting and supporting it is a matter of a lifetime."

Fang Ziye glanced at Jie Han: "Are you talking about Lan Tianluo's trip to Kunming last time?"

Today is August 5th, two months since Tian Yao and his classmates graduated. In these two months, Tian Yao has requested a remote consultation.

Let Lan Tianluo go to the Yunnan Provincial People's Hospital to cover for him...

There are two reasons: first, Fang Ziye's job is too much of a waste of his talents; second, Lan Tianluo is still single and has a lot of free time.

"I didn't mean that."

Jie Han shook his head, then said, "But your understanding is not wrong, Senior Brother. A teacher for a day is a father for life."

"The day you become a father, you will be a father for life."

“We also need to slow down a bit and look back at the techniques and research topics we’ve developed before,” Jie Han said with a hint of helplessness.

Actually, he really wanted to keep pushing forward, relentlessly, without caring about anything else.

However, as you grow, you must constantly understand your responsibilities, and such responsibilities will inevitably require you to slow down.

When pursuing academic or medical research, you can't just focus on moving forward without caring whether others can learn it or how well they can learn it.

Medicine is a practically applied discipline; only scientific research applied to patients has real significance!
"You decide, we're all getting old, and if you want to move forward, I'll just pick it up for you, okay?"

“Just like Professor Li Guohua and the others back then…” Yuan Weihong smiled, his high forehead relaxed, as if a boomerang that had been there for many years had hit the bullseye.

He finally understood why Professor Li Guohua and the others left behind a practice room, and not somewhere else.

Yuan Weihong finally understood why Professor Deng Yong could so readily flatter Duan Hong and thus improve his skills.

What appears to be Deng Yong's shamelessness is actually backed by a group of senior colleagues from Zhongnan Hospital who had long seen through this, and thus sat quietly in the practice room as 'administrators'!
I occasionally sit in the outpatient clinic, and occasionally attend academic conferences.

They are old and have limited energy and physical strength, so there is not much they can do, but they still have things they can't let go of, so they do the finishing touches.

Fang Ziye said, "No need, Master, you also have your own research plans."

Yuan Weihong said, "What's so special about my research plan?"

“My era at Zhongnan Hospital has long since ended, and it’s time for Yuan Weihong’s name to disappear from the academic field.”

"This makes no sense..."

“Not only do I say this, but Liu Huanglong also thinks so.”

"The Yangtze River's back waves push the front waves forward, and the front waves must eventually support the back waves to move forward..." Yuan Weihong didn't stand on ceremony and laid everything bare, revealing the bloody reality.

At that moment, Fang Ziye understood a principle.

When some people leave, others come.

But is it that people come before people leave, or that people leave before people come?
This doesn't seem important. Yuan Weihong has already followed the mainstream, and he may also, at this age, completely abandon his academic ideals, just like Professors Deng Yong, Liu Huanglong, and Zhang Quan.

By letting go of one's own desires, one can help others achieve their dreams.

This is the growing pain that every vocational college must go through in its development; no institution can escape this...

If such tasks are forcibly imposed on peers, it is considered suppression, and only teachers would do such a thing.

“Master…” Fang Ziye’s voice was a little choked up.

Yuan Weihong will no longer pursue an academic career; from now on, he will focus solely on professional and teaching pursuits.

Yuan Weihong reached out and patted Fang Ziye and Lan Tianlu on the back of the head, his voice strong and powerful, grinning and showing his teeth: "My students are all amazing..." (End of this chapter)