top student at medical school

Chapter 889 So what if I'm selfish?
"Ziye, aren't you being a little too selfish?"

Professor Wang Xinghuan has stepped down from his position as dean, but he remains an absolute giant in the field of urology.

Although he was not elected as an academician, he is still one of the few senior figures at Zhongnan Hospital.

Wang Xinghuan thought about it for several days before calling Fang Ziye: "I invited you so many times before, but you were unwilling to get involved in kidney transplantation. This time, for the sake of your student, you've dropped a nuclear bomb on our urology department."

At seven o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Ziye was strolling leisurely along the Yangtze River.

Luo Tingzhu held Fang Xiyan's hand, Fang Xiyan held his uncle Lan Tianluo's hand, and Lan Tianluo held his wife Zhu Zhi's hand.

"Dad, hurry up, you're falling behind."

"You go first, I'll follow behind you," Fang Ziye said.

Zhu Zhi is not a medical student; she is a master's graduate from the Chinese Department of Han City University and currently works as a clerk in a nearby company. She is only four years younger than Lan Tianluo.

She was also Lan Tianluo's "patient's family member." She met Lan Tianluo while accompanying her father to the doctor, and they sat together again when they went on a blind date later.

Just one year later, the two walked down the aisle. Lan Tianluo was thirty-one that year, and Zhu Zhi was twenty-seven.

"Dean Wang, you call this selfish? Then I won't come to your urology department next time, let you have all the fun by yourself." Fang Ziye joked, in a great mood.

“That won’t do, Professor Fang. You’ve already dug the hole, you can’t leave it unfilled.”

"This artificial kidney combined with a matching kidney transplant is of great significance. The donor does not have to give up all of his organs, and the beneficiary can get 80% of the healthy kidney function."

"This time, your student only donated two kidney segments, yet his father received two kidneys with 80% of their original health. This technology is incredibly valuable!"

"Once this happens, China will stand at the top of the world in the field of kidney transplantation. Then it will no longer be us visiting foreign countries, but foreigners coming to China for long-term visits and exchanges."

This technology is still an improvement on the microcirculator, but it has been further improved and modified by Fang Ziye's team to resemble an artificial kidney.

Of course, the consumables are more expensive; currently, the actual cost of an artificial kidney is around $50,000.

However, the price of consumables can be reduced, which is definitely a promising topic.

"Dean Wang, it was just a coincidence that we ran into each other!"

"Isn't that how it is when you do research? When you encounter something, you think about doing it. If you don't encounter it, you won't have this kind of inspiration."

"However, this project was rushed, mainly because my student's parents couldn't wait any longer. Otherwise, we could have made some more improvements."

"Dean Wang, please don't worry. The guys in your department are all very capable, they learn quickly, and they're willing to learn."

“I will teach them without reservation. I have plenty of surgeries to perform, so you don’t need to worry about me just packing up and running away,” Fang Ziye said.

Wang Xinghuan said, "That's not what I meant, Ziye. I wanted to ask you why you haven't applied for academician candidacy. You need to keep applying so that others can see your sincerity."

"You should know that our hospital desperately needs this honor."

"This time, it's just the right opportunity."

Fang Ziye refused, saying, "Dean Wang, I'm not going. Going there would make me feel restricted, like I'd be writing an essay on a set topic. I'm too lazy to do that."

"My idea is to wait a while and then choose to work full-time at the sanatorium and part-time at Zhongnan Hospital."

“I think the environment in the sanatorium is more suitable for me now. I can do research for a period of time whenever I want, and there are not many medical disputes.”

Wang Xinghuan's expression changed drastically; "That won't do!"

"Dean Wang, I'm just letting you know that my contract expired a long time ago, but it's been renewed. If you don't agree, you'll have to go through the trouble of applying for a secondment."

"Why bother?"

"The atmosphere in the sanatorium is indeed better for conducting research. Moreover, the services provided by Enshi Sanatorium are expanding and are no longer limited to special professions."

"But the rules remain the same as before. There is a professional team responsible for the source of patients, handling all medical disputes, and providing sufficient research funding. We just need to focus on doing our job and conducting research."

"As long as the technology is in place, there's nothing to fear from other disputes, and you can focus on your research quietly and diligently," Fang Ziye said.

"This is something that Zhongnan Hospital doesn't have."

Wang Xinghuan remained silent for a very long time...

"So, Ziye, you're not planning to take that step again?" Wang Xinghuan asked in astonishment.

"I'm not leaving, Dean Wang. Thank you so much for your guidance over the years, and I'm also very grateful to Zhongnan Hospital for providing this platform."

"Of course, I will not leave this platform. Our connection will never be broken, and I will continue to work here."

"As long as the hospital doesn't mind, I'll probably stay here for the rest of my life, it'll just be a change of work hours."

"I'll still be sitting in the outpatient clinic, but I'll be in the head doctor's position. Due to work hours, I might have to give it to Professor Tang," Fang Ziye said.

Professor Tang has been a senior professor for several years and has learned a lot of technical skills. He is currently capable of supporting a department.

In the new hospital area, Fang Ziye only retained one professional team, which was managed by Lan Tianluo and Jie Han in turns.

Of course, these two will definitely have to stay in the sanatorium for a long time in the future.

"Professor Fang, you have your own future to look forward to, and I won't hold you back, but can I discuss something with you? Can you keep Xiao Hu here?" Wang Xinghuan asked as a second choice.

He really couldn't go against Fang Ziye's wishes.

Fang Ziye's influence is too strong. If any underhanded practices are carried out in the hospital, or if Fang Ziye gives a speech at an academic conference, Zhongnan Hospital will be thrust into the spotlight and at the very least labeled as disrespectful to talent and free work.

Too many organizations will step in to lobby Zhongnan Hospital on Fang Ziye's behalf, which will ultimately backfire.

Moreover, Fang Ziye has accumulated a terrifying network of connections in Han City over the years.

As far as Wang Xinghuan knew, at least 20 percent of the people in the Hubei Provincial Party Committee compound owed Fang Ziye favors because of their immediate family members.

No one is immune to illness, and very few people's relatives have escaped death from serious illnesses!
Serious illness is relative; what others cannot cure, Fang Ziye can. This accumulation of goodwill over the years, coupled with Fang Ziye's unwillingness to flee, is truly terrifying!

Wang Xinghuan even heard that powerful figures in Kyoto and business tycoons in Shanghai often used their connections to get Fang Ziye to perform surgery.

Although Fang Ziye only performs surgery on cases he deems worthwhile, ignoring minor ailments, over time, everyone has reached a consensus.

That is, the diseases that Fang Ziye does not choose to treat are not serious and have a good prognosis, because Fang Ziye has such diagnostic ability.

Therefore, even though Fang Ziye is "aloof", people still have long waiting lists to see him, and even sanatoriums and Zhongnan Hospital have dedicated staff to handle these remote consultations.

"Dean Wang, aren't you deliberately picking a fight with me? Xiao Hu is half my life, you want me to keep him here?"

"First you have to convince Xiao Hu, and then you can try to convince me." Fang Ziye wasn't about to do that.

After seven years of tutelage by Fang Ziye, Hu Qingyuan, though only thirty-two years old, is already capable of handling things independently and is comparable to a very mature associate professor!

This is Fang Ziye's handpicked successor in academic and professional skills; no one can touch him.

"Professor Fang, you're not keeping him, but you're taking Xiao Hu with you too. Isn't that a bit too selfish?" Wang Xinghuan laughed heartily, his tone amiable.

"Dean Wang, we're not defecting. Xiao Hu and I are both from Zhongnan Hospital, just in different ways." "Besides, if we had anything good, why wouldn't we choose to stay in our hometown?"

"I will definitely stay, and my first thought will be my hometown..." Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye's roots are still here.

Memories and so on are all left here.

Deng Yong, who is already old and will retire at the age of 61 in two years, Yuan Weihong, who gave up scientific research, many friends, and Han Yuanxiao, who is in his prime and has once again become the administrative director of trauma surgery...

Another student of Fang Ziye is Ling Fengguang. Because he dared to learn and work hard, he has now graduated with a doctorate and is staying at the hospital to prepare to become the chief resident.

"Professor Fang, do you have any plans for your future research projects?"

"You were silent for almost a year before, and I really thought you had given up. I didn't expect you to come out and drop a nuclear bomb in our department."

“However, I have always believed in you, Professor Fang,” Wang Xinghuan said.

"Yes, there are some, but it comes back to our orthopedic hand surgery department. Currently, the nerve implantation technique has officially completed animal trials."

"In the future, when functional reconstruction is needed, nerve transplantation can be performed through nerve implantation, and the results are very good."

"In addition, our trauma surgery team has new ideas for the treatment of bone defects, such as osteotomy and reshaping?"

"Oh, by the way, our team also has some ideas for patients who have already had limbs amputated."

"Besides performing limb transplantation immediately after surgery, they have other methods under consideration..."

"However, Director Wang, I regret to inform you that spinal cord injuries above C5 in the cervical spine are considered incurable and should not be studied. Patients are in grave danger of losing their lives."

"Research on spinal cord injury has reached its limit in terms of expansion. What remains is to continue to deepen and optimize it in depth," said Fang Ziye.

"Of course, the spinal cord potential measurement device previously developed by Associate Professor Song Yi in our team can continue to assist in the treatment of nerve damage caused by intracranial factors."

"Of course, Dean Wang, if the opportunity is right, we may try to treat total paralysis caused by intracranial factors above the medulla oblongata, but it depends on a lucky coincidence."

After listening, Wang Xinghuan's lips twitched: "Professor Fang, you are really prolific, and you have so much energy."

What Fang Ziye just told him is enough for four or five large teams to manage for a lifetime.

But for Fang Ziye, these were all opportunities for them to continue moving forward.

Wang Xinghuan felt extremely helpless that such a highly productive team didn't even think about getting an academician title.

However, Wang Xinghuan was not unaware of the relationship between sanatoriums and orthodox 'professional' medicine.

It's not that formal medical training is bad, but rather that the path taken by former Dean Chen was one that excluded formal medical training from the mainstream.

Can a sanatorium run by a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner who is not good at treating pain and is not favored by modern medicine really follow the conventional path?
It's just a heretical practice, right? Its main theme is doing whatever you want!
Let our strength speak for itself; nothing else matters.

When a country has the capability, it will naturally support the existence and development of such institutions.

However, the approach taken deviates slightly from the 'formal education route' that the country prefers.

"Dean Wang, thank you for your praise. I'll go for a walk for a bit, and then I'll go back to read with my child."

“Right now, my days are still packed with activities.” Fang Ziye hung up the phone.

Fang Ziye followed.

Luo Tingzhu asked, "Senior brother, what did Dean Wang say to you?"

“You’re using PUA on me,” Fang Ziye said.

Lan Tianluo turned his head and laughed, "Then go ahead and take him down, senior brother."

"Just keep doing it, all you know is how to do it!" Fang Ziye rolled his eyes at Lan Tianluo.

Zhu Zhi pinched Lan Tianluo and said rather innocently, "Be careful what you say to your brother-in-law, we're not at home."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu quickly walked forward and pulled Fang Xiyan away.

Zhu Zhi was a little confused: "See, you've made your brother-in-law and the others angry, haven't you?"

Lan Tianlu shrugged and took a deep breath: "Are you sure it's me?"

Zhu Zhi tilted her head, her expression childlike and innocent, and asked, "Could it be me?"

Compared to fairy tales, Zhu Zhi is as innocent as a blank sheet of paper; compared to Zhu Zhi, fairy tales' thoughts can be knitted into two sweaters.

Lan Tianluo grasped Zhu Zhi's hand, recalling some past events, but could only think: "Okay, I'll be more careful with my words in the future..."

"By the way, Zhu Zhi, are you sure you want to quit your job and start writing?"

"Writing full-time is not easy, you know?"

Zhu Zhi said, "Yeah, it's so annoying to have to deal with so many people at work."

“Especially our supervisor, he always sends me some strange messages. After I deleted him on WeChat, he always caused me trouble.”

"At worst, I'll just quit my job. Anyway, I've already started seriously learning to write."

"You don't disagree, do you?" Zhu Zhi looked at Lan Tianlu hesitantly.

The main reason she resigned was that Lan Tianluo earned enough money.

If Lan Tianluo didn't know Zhu Zhi, she would think she was cunning and scheming, but Lan Tianluo did know Zhu Zhi.

It could be considered a childlike heart...

When Lan Tianluo pulled Zhu Zhi to catch up with Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu, Luo Tingzhu said to Fang Ziye, "Miss Chen is really carefree. Her family isn't pressuring her to get married, and she's out having fun again."

"She said she was going to Antarctica in a couple of days and wouldn't have internet then."

Fang Ziye thought about it seriously for a moment, then his pupils suddenly contracted: "Isn't number 2 the wedding of Hu Qingyuan and Li Qixi?"

“Yes? But Chen Xixian doesn’t necessarily have to come back.” Luo Tingzhu said calmly.

Lan Tianluo, who understood Fang Ziye's meaning, also shrugged.

Perhaps this is life; very few people can have a smooth journey and a clear mind. Most people in the world have regrets.

Unexpectedly, the 'open-minded' Miss Chen, whom Hu Qingyuan liked back then, also had feelings for Hu Qingyuan, but that was in the past.

"Daddy, Daddy, the wind is so strong and it's so cold, let's go back." Fang Xiyan ran for a while and then suddenly turned around.

"Okay, let's go home..."

(The End! Thank you to all my readers for your continued support.)
I'll write the author's closing remarks and epilogue later.

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