top student at medical school

When Nie Mingxian called Fang Ziye, it was already 1:30 a.m.

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu had already rested, but Nie Mingxian was still like a blond-haired man on stimulants, full of energy and speaking angrily: "Ziye, if it weren't for your student's parent having kidney failure, were you planning to keep this system's improvements hidden for the rest of your life?"

"Go to hell, okay?"

Fang Ziye stood up, and when he heard that Nie Mingxian had called him about this matter, he was so angry that he immediately started yelling: "Nie Mingxian, I usually call you 'Big Brother' with great respect, don't I?"

"No, Brother Nie, didn't I do anything?"

"In our research group, who isn't always busy? Do you have time to work on this project?"

"Aren't there enough topics for us to explore, such as nerve implantation, vascular implantation, exotropin, and radiotherapy for spinal cord injury tumors?"

"These projects are progressing steadily, and now I'm getting into another problem?"

"Are you sending me men?"

"Where is he?!" Fang Ziye wasn't angry, but his calm question left Nie Mingxian speechless for a long time.

Fang Ziye's attempt at being pretentious is so convincing that it's actually quite unpleasant.

Nie Mingxian remained silent.

Fang Ziye said, "So, Brother Nie, the organ replacement therapy of the micro-circulation device has actually already taken shape. Many years ago, I used it when I was prolonging the life of Dean Chen."

"It's right there, I didn't hide it on purpose, okay?"

"There's absolutely no one here!"

Nie Mingxian cursed, "You have over a hundred men with you, and you still don't have anyone..."

"Then point one out, who has time to do this?"

"Nie Mingxian, let me tell you, I have more than thirty ideas in my head. Can you bring them all over to me?"

"Go all out, let's go all out!"

"I'm giving gifts to professors at other hospitals, and I'm giving gifts to people in other specialties, so why don't I do it myself?"

"It's fine if my teacher calls me a spendthrift; he's still my mentor. What are you doing here?"

Nie Mingxian scolded, "This miniature circulatory device's organ replacement therapy is too important, okay?"

Fang Ziye retorted, "It's not important at all! It's just slightly more effective than dialysis, extending a patient's lifespan by about 40%, giving them more time to wait for organ transplant matching. It's not a one-time solution!"

"Compared to our other research projects—ALS, spinal cord injury, nerve implantation, precision diagnosis of tumors, exotropin, and other original research projects—you're telling me this one is more important?"

"Brother, when did you become such an amateur?"

Fang Ziye started cursing!
Fang Ziye could only keep it hidden.

There was nothing they could do; the hospital, the school, and the country had all given him enough attention.

Leaving aside the super-large research group, Fang Ziye currently directly manages more than a hundred master's and doctoral students. How many teams in the country can match Fang Ziye's scale?

Even an academician team is nothing special!

Unless it's a super-large-scale military or civilian project, very few research groups have the manpower configuration of Fang Ziye.

Under such circumstances, Fang Ziye can still learn from Han Xin and do as much as possible. Isn't that a bit supermodel-like?
Reality isn't a novel or a story. You can't just wave your hand and summon over ten thousand professional researchers to your doorstep.

Don't be ridiculous, there probably aren't even 10,000 active research staff at universities in the entire city of Wuhan!

"You're awesome, you son of a bitch!" Nie Mingxian was utterly speechless.

I've known for a long time that Fang Ziye is a monster, but it seems that my previous understanding of him was still not concrete.

I thought that equipping Fang Ziye with so many people was the limit for him, but I didn't expect that Fang Ziye still has more than 30 research topics that he is keeping secret.

Many research groups struggle to secure grants or lack compelling ideas, but Fang Ziye's group is different; they have an abundance of ideas, but simply a shortage of manpower.

Where can we go to seek justice?

"Ziye, can you give me another example? What other research projects can we do?" Nie Mingxian asked, somewhat incredulous.

"The project on reconstructing human nerves using CC materials is huge, isn't it? Even if fifty people were to work on it, it would take four or five years. Go and get some people," Fang Ziye said casually.

Artificial nerves are a new nerve replacement technology, but currently they are mostly made of conductive polymer filaments made of polyethylene dioxythiophene (Pedot). Experiments have shown that it can promote nerve growth.

This topic was first reported in 09, but to this day, no artificial nerve has been formally used in clinical practice.

It has been almost twenty years since 09.

"If CC steel plates are combined with exotoxin research, an absorbable scaffold structure that promotes bone regeneration can be obtained, allowing patients with bone defects to be completely remodeled into their original bone after treatment."

“This project could take a hundred people several years to complete. Go find the people, Brother Nie. We can officially start whenever the team is ready,” Fang Ziye continued to provoke Nie Mingxian.

"No, I was wrong, brother, you're the boss, you're the big brother."

"I was really wrong." Nie Mingxian was certain that Fang Ziye's ideas were all traceable, and that they were based on the research group's current research topics, which were refined step by step.

It wasn't some kind of baseless fantasy; he was immediately defeated!
"Brother Nie, I don't plan to produce anything from this project right away, because the cost-effectiveness is really not high!"

“But Dou Yilin is indeed my student, and he is willing to undergo clinical trials to buy more time for his father.”

"If a kidney match can be found and a kidney transplant can be performed sooner, he can be temporarily relieved," Fang Ziye said.

"So you specially created an organ circulation device that you didn't want to make, just for your student? Ziye, your protectiveness is a bit outrageous and refreshingly unconventional, isn't it?" Nie Mingxian was dumbfounded.

"Didn't you used to be unwilling to get involved in organ transplants?"

Fang Ziye said, "The past is the past, and the present is the present."

"Organ transplantation is essentially a very good surgery, it's just that in the process of its implementation, I feel..."

"However, I can't comment on it now, since some people around me do need this kind of transplant."

"And there's another thing, which is that Dou Yilin himself happens to be a kidney match for his father..."

Nie Mingxian was taken aback: "His family wouldn't do that, would they?"

"Yes, so ultimately, it's up to Dou Yilin to decide how to choose."

"After all, a kidney transplant is not a bone marrow transplant!"

“But on one side is his father,” Fang Ziye said.

Nie Mingxian should be able to understand Dou Yilin.

"I'm going back. Liu Guo is urging me. The child is at home too." Nie Mingxian decisively ended the current topic.

……

When Fang Ziye returned to bed, Luo Tingzhu was still fast asleep, her face still flushed with lingering pleasure.

Fang Ziye couldn't help but reach out and pinch her, and when Luo Tingzhu sensed Fang Ziye's return, she clung to him again.

A peaceful night...

At the end of July, after returning from the high-level forum in Hangzhou, Fang Ziye immediately threw himself into clinical work. It wasn't until November of that year that Fang Ziye applied to the hospital for a notice that the new campus of Zhongnan Hospital would completely sever routine treatment of "spinal cord injury".

For a time, there were still quite a few voices of dissatisfaction, but because Fang Ziye's team had completely cut off routine diagnosis and treatment work for some diseases in the previous few times.

Therefore, this time the rebound was not as strong.

However, for at least the next six months, Fang Ziye's team did not officially announce any significant surgical results, which left the industry somewhat unsettled...

However, it's understandable. If a surgery like Fang Ziye's were to produce one every now and then, that would be strange.

For the next year or so, Fang Ziye seemed to have disappeared from Han City. If he hadn't still been running his clinic and performing minor surgeries, everyone would have thought he had retired from the entertainment industry...

The following year, on December 30th, in a sanatorium in Seoul.

A cold wind swept by, and the surroundings were desolate and chilly.

Although there was no snow, the cold wind still raged.

Fang Ziye stood in front of Dou Yilin and asked seriously, "Dou Yilin, have you thought it through? Do you really want to have a kidney transplant?"

“Master, I’ve made up my mind. Even with one kidney left, as long as I pay attention to my diet and other routines, it won’t affect my normal life.”

"I've successfully convinced my dad. It won't affect my ability to have children," Dou Yilin said decisively.

Fang Ziye continued, "But this will affect your physical strength. It might even affect your ability to find a partner in the future."

Dou Yilin looked up and said, "But it's not that scary, is it?"

"Since you've made up your mind, then go in. Your master will keep watch outside for you."

“Kidney transplant surgery isn’t a major procedure. Your master has found you the best experts in the province,” Fang Ziye said.

Dou Yilin's father waited for half a year for a matching donor, but no suitable match was found. Dou Yilin had already convinced her parents and family, and as a teacher, he had no right to persuade them further.

Dou Yilin walked into the operating room with a smile.

Fang Ziye put his hands behind his back and sighed.

This world is such a mess, such a broken place. Dou Yilin is still young, but she has to donate her organs to save her father.

However, if he were in that situation, Fang Ziye probably wouldn't hesitate for long either.

……

The surgery was quick. After the surgery, his father went to the intensive care unit, and Dou Yilin returned to his ward to lie down.

Dou Yilin's mother wept uncontrollably, while Dou Yilin's grandfather roared in the corridor, "Dou Yuan, you're a beast! You killed your son to take his kidney, where are you? Today I'm going to expel you from the family register..."

"Dou Yuan, I don't have a son like you..."

The old man was blocked outside the door by others, who prevented him from barging into the ICU.

Dou Yilin's younger brother, Dou Yisen, lowered his head, unsure of what to say, and simply asked softly, "Brother, would you like something to eat?"

Dou Yilin had no other discomfort and was now fully awake: "I can't eat anything yet, and I should eat less meat in the future."

"Master, I'm recovering quite well now. You should go back and rest."

Dou Yilin's mother stood up and said, "Yes, Teacher Fang, you should go back and rest first. We'll take care of things here, and there are caregivers too. We can manage."

"Alright." Fang Ziye nodded, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped himself.

Ultimately, however, Fang Ziye did not tell Dou Yilin the truth.

……

Tuesday, January 1, 2030.

When the ultrasound doctor came to Dou Yilin's bedside to perform an ultrasound, he smiled and said, "Young man, get some rest. Your condition is very good. Only one kidney segment was removed. There are currently no hematomas or other issues."

Dou Yilin was stunned: "What? Teacher? Kidney segment?"

"Yes, the surgery we're performing on you this time is a kidney segment combined with a microcirculation device for artificial kidney replacement, which is a new type of organ transplant surgery."

"You don't know?" The ultrasound doctor looked at Dou Yilin, then at Dou Yilin's mother, and was quite surprised.

Dou Yilin blinked: "But, wasn't the surgery I signed for a kidney transplant?"

"You're the donor, so the recipient's signature is the only one that's truly valid. Isn't it better that we don't have to remove your entire kidney?"

"Let me tell you, Professor Fang was exhausted because of this surgery. Throughout the entire operation, he was constantly performing localized minimally invasive debridement and revascularization on the renal segment."

"The kidney transplant procedure itself only took an hour and a half, but he spent over ten hours on the operating table to restore blood supply to the artificial kidney."

"In other words, the time frame is too short to truly create an artificial kidney, nor can an animal kidney replace the function of a human kidney, and the immunosuppressive reaction has not been ruled out. Otherwise, you wouldn't even need to go into the operating room," said the ultrasound doctor.

"Okay, get some rest. You're in great health. Remember to drink plenty of water and exercise regularly to try to reduce the risk of developing kidney stones."

After the ultrasound doctor left, Dou Yilin's younger brother asked, "Brother, what does this mean? You didn't cut it? What about Father?"

"It must have been my master who helped me."

"For the past year or so, I've been focusing on research and training. My mentor is usually always up high, so... I don't really know what he's been doing..."

"Dou Yisen, let me tell you, Dad should be alright."

"However, I don't know the specifics of how this surgery is performed, but it must be extremely complicated," Dou Yilin said.

“Dad is fine. He woke up yesterday and looks a little better than before. Mom is taking care of him over there.”

"Brother, where was the place where you had your surgery? Why is it so mysterious?"

"They're only letting you have surgery, but you'll still have to be transferred back after being hospitalized, and the surgery fees are too expensive, aren't they?"

Dou Yilin asked, "How much money did you pay?"

“150,000!” Dou Yisen replied.

Dou Yilin gave Dou Yisen a resentful look: "Then go ask other kidney transplant patients how much the surgery costs?"

"The place where my dad and I had our surgeries is a very mysterious place that ordinary people can't go in."

"If it weren't for my master, we wouldn't have been able to find so many good doctors to perform our surgeries."

"This time, kidney failure patients are in luck." Dou Yilin looked up at the ceiling, feeling a warm feeling that she couldn't quite describe.

Dou Yilin graduated but failed to pursue a doctorate.

The doctoral entrance exams are about to begin this year, but he just had surgery and probably won't be able to keep up.

That's okay, he can fight again next year, he'll just be a bit older.

At twenty-eight, I will surely embark on a new journey.

I am determined to become a doctor like my master, able to save anyone I want to save, even if there is only a sliver of a chance.

...(End of chapter)