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Chapter 113 You Don't Need Me Anymore, Right? (Please Subscribe)
"Master, the hot dry noodles are almost clumped together." At 7:50, Yuan Weihong, who usually had breakfast at the outpatient clinic by then, had not yet appeared, so Fang Ziye sent a message to urge him.

With the current weather, noodles are not just lumps; if it were a little later, Yuan Weihong could still eat Hanshi cold noodles.

"I'll be there soon. I ran into an acquaintance on the way."

"You really know how to cause me trouble." Yuan Weihong sent two voice messages, which were quickly interrupted. The first one lasted three seconds, and the second one lasted only two seconds.

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"Master, what is it?" Fang Ziye's expression tightened slightly, he really thought he had caused Yuan Weihong some trouble.

"Someone is going to start arranging your marriage and wants me to be the matchmaker."

"Tell me, how could a grown man like me do such a thing?" Yuan Weihong probably couldn't say it out loud this time, so he could only reply to Fang Ziye by typing.

Fang Ziye's anxiety subsided.

This teacher is indeed a little bit arrogant.

Soon, Yuan Weihong came in, and Fang Ziye got up and explained to Yuan Weihong, "Master, I was afraid it would clump together, so I stirred it again for you."

After getting up, Fang Ziye closed the door behind him.

Yuan Weihong didn't mind and ate heartily.

He's been familiar with this taste since he was a child, and if he doesn't have this familiar flavor every morning, he feels like he lacks energy and spirit for the whole day.

"Have you eaten yet?" Yuan Weihong fed him two big mouthfuls, then took a break to drink some water.

Hot dry noodles are delicious, but even after eating them for many years, I still sometimes find them a bit too salty and need to drink water.

"Yes, Master. I've already eaten."

"I'll send you the revisions to my graduation thesis tomorrow; I didn't have a moment to spare yesterday." Fang Ziye sat down opposite Yuan Weihong, pulling out a pen from his chest and handing it to Yuan Weihong.

The pair of jet-black and jet-blue pens I gave Yuan Weihong last time are now gone.

"You were just dreaming yesterday, weren't you?"

"You know what, the reason you caused me trouble this morning was because of those twenty-eight characters you sent."

"Sounds pretty domineering, huh? I'm bestowing upon you the number one peach of the Yuan family. Now that you've picked the peach, you should run away, right?" Yuan Weihong finished speaking and continued picking at his noodles, not caring about manners at all.

These are skills I honed during my time in the hospital.

Eating requires manners? A dying patient is lying in the emergency operating room, and a professor from the next department asks you to be there in five minutes. What are you eating for?

Eating quickly and sleeping quickly are based on the same principle.

"No, Master, peaches are not for eating, they are for growing."

Fang Ziye thought about it carefully, then raised his fist: "Besides, there's no peach to eat, Master, could you add some meat?"

Having graduated with a master's degree and with his doctoral admission notice in sight, Fang Ziye's heart is now filled with a smooth and comfortable feeling.

Naturally, I became much more lively and cheerful. In addition, with the slight change in status, I no longer needed to be as taciturn and cautious as I was during my master's studies. Otherwise, how would I face my junior colleagues in the future, or even later, when I become the chief resident and face a group of subordinates?
"Fuck off!"

"I thought you weren't coming to the clinic today. I thought you'd be following Professor Deng's clinic from now on and enjoying the treatment that only senior-level clinics offer," Yuan Weihong said, his tone tinged with sourness and complexity.

Just like the post Yuan Weihong made on his WeChat Moments yesterday.

You are a student for the first time, and I am a teacher for the first time. Before you, I cannot compare; after you, you are merely a control group.

I am constantly worried and uneasy.

A little regretful, a little gratified!
Congratulations on your graduation.

Yuan Weihong's writing is not as flamboyant as Fang Ziye's, but it is incredibly genuine.

Naturally, it's also complicated. From the moment Fang Ziye graduates, he will have to place another master title on his students, and he will no longer be Fang Ziye's only master.

Fortunately, the saying "a slave to three masters" only existed in ancient times. Nowadays, it's perfectly reasonable for you to not acknowledge one person as your father and to have multiple teachers.

"Master, are you whipping me?"

"Professor Deng still needs me to meddle with him. It's only because you took pity on me and pulled me out of the water when I was doing my master's degree that I'm still floating in the water." Fang Ziye said sincerely, sitting up straight.

Fang Ziye will always remember his master's entrance exam score, which was last place. Back then, if Yuan Weihong had said anything bad about him, someone else might have gotten the job.

Reality can be both cruel and lucky; the other few scores that narrowly missed his mark were perhaps due to a single wrong decision by Yuan Weihong.

After Yuan Weihong put the last bite of noodles into his mouth, he threw the box into the trash can, reached for the tissues Fang Ziye offered him, and said, "Were you soaking in a river or the sea before?"

Fang Ziye then became mischievous: "Master, whether it's a river or the sea, can't you still pull it ashore?"

If I am the River King, then you are the king of kings in the river, and the same goes for the sea.

"Go away! Go away!"

"We shouldn't have let you graduate. You started acting up as soon as you graduated."

"Sigh, after all, you have a better master now. A junior doctor like me is still just a small fry in your new master's eyes." Yuan Weihong pretended to sigh.

Fang Ziye then said, "Master, let's go see the patient; it's almost time."

Fang Ziye thought to himself, "Stop messing around!"
If Professor Deng Yong were to hear you talking so sarcastically, he'd probably take you to the 'woods' again.

After that, Yuan Weihong didn't say anything more and continued to follow the same rules as before.

Fang Ziye was responsible for consultations and writing medical records, while Yuan Weihong was only responsible for reviewing the scans.

If Yuan Weihong needed to write a doctor's order, Fang Ziye would write an examination request form.

If Yuan Weihong said he wanted to conduct a physical examination, Fang Ziye would be a senior physical examination technician. After three years of working together, everything was just right.

The three patients in the morning were all treated in just 11:20 a.m. thanks to the two of them working together so skillfully.

Three hours and twenty minutes, a total of two hundred minutes, and he saw thirty patients. That's incredibly fast.

Although Fang Ziye didn't have many opportunities, he still enjoyed it.

During the lunch break, Fang Ziye, carrying his schoolbag, put away his white coat and temporarily locked the door to the clinic. Then he said, "Master, how about I treat you to dinner today?"

"Why don't you call your teacher's wife over too?"

Yuan Weihong glanced at Fang Ziye and said, "Do you think teachers really have that much time? They even came out to have lunch with you. Let me tell you, your teacher's wife is a homeroom teacher in elementary school. She has to supervise the students during lunch and then supervise their afternoon self-study."

"These naughty kids."

"If they're older students, it's fine, but if they're younger students, they'll ask you for several sheets of toilet paper even when they poop. Some of them are so tough they won't wipe their butts, they'll play around for a bit and then forget about it, and then they'll come running to the office to ask you to wipe them..."

Yuan Weihong was a little nagging today: "You must have spent a lot of money yesterday, right?"

Fang Ziye grinned slightly. He thought to himself, "Not much, just over nine thousand."

My dad almost thought I'd joined a pyramid scheme, but at least there were pictures to prove it.

The teacher appreciation banquet is a fairly traditional custom. If the family is really in financial difficulty and can't afford a single penny, Fang Ziye will definitely make excuses and explain. However, it's not too difficult for the family to come up with 10,000 yuan; they're just reluctant to part with it.

Fang Ziye didn't dare to suggest breaking the rules. He felt a little guilty for still relying on his parents at the age of 26, almost 27. But he felt he couldn't repeat this behavior and wanted to learn from Luo Tingzhu and earn some money.

"This money cannot be reimbursed. If you have any difficulties, you can let us know."

Professor Deng Yong said that you don't need to pay for the wine. You and Sun Shaoqing are both his students, and he wouldn't ask you for money.

"In addition, Professor Deng Yong also said that although you have graduated with a master's degree, you have not yet completed your residency training, so you cannot be careless."

"Without a certificate of completion from standardized residency training, the process of pursuing a doctorate will be extremely complicated," Yuan Weihong added.

"Master, don't worry, this test isn't difficult," Fang Ziye reminded him.

Master, if none of the master's students in our department pass this year, then it's purely bad luck. They accidentally violated the rules, which is an accident, not a matter of ability. If it were a matter of ability, then more than 90% of the orthopedic residency trainees in the province would fail.

Fang Ziye had this confidence.

Not to mention the whole country, at least 90% of the orthopedic residents and master's students in the province are not as good as us.

“That’s true.” Yuan Weihong nodded again.

"You know what, wait, where were we?"

"What should we eat?" Yuan Weihong looked at Fang Ziye, his words slightly illogical, probably because he also had many feelings and couldn't fully accept the fact that Fang Ziye, the 'orthopedic Teletubby,' had grown into an orthopedic elementary school student. "Master, how about we just grab something nearby?"

“Okay!” Yuan Weihong nodded, then walked towards the small, unassuming restaurant behind the hospital.

……

Around the time it was time for his afternoon clinic hours, Yuan Weihong went back to rest for an hour before his mood gradually returned to normal. Fang Ziye also returned to normal and even found Yuan Weihong a bit funny.

Yuan Weihong and himself are both grown men. Even though nothing happened, they both acted unusually coy and awkward.

However, Fang Ziye could roughly understand Yuan Weihong's feelings. Yuan Weihong once said that this stage of Fang Ziye's life was definitely the most vulnerable and weakest time during his mentorship period, and that he would definitely be stronger in the future.

But for Fang Ziye, no matter what Yuan Weihong was like, whether strong or weak, as long as he was good to him, he was his master.

Otherwise, even if it's a high-level team, if you don't treat yourself as a person and just as a tool, then you can just call such a mentor "teacher" casually, and they might not even know your name or face until graduation.

What's the point?
……

In the afternoon, Yuan Weihong handed over all the outpatient services to Fang Ziye, while he took a good rest.

Fang Ziye did not refuse and proceeded step by step, gradually starting to see outpatients and follow-up patients.

Yuan Weihong did not take over Fang Ziye's clinic today, which allowed Fang Ziye to see nearly 32 initial and follow-up patients by 5 p.m., bringing his knowledge points to 60, averaging nearly 2 points per patient.

Fang Ziye was astonished that if the number of outpatients was large enough, the gains from knowledge points would actually be enormous.

Yuan Weihong said, "Your theory needs to be strengthened. Your current theory is adequate for a graduate student, but it's not broad enough if you want to become a chief resident."

"During your hospital stay, you must at least master the routine theories, common diagnoses, classifications, and treatment methods of all subspecialties in orthopedics. You must have a theoretical understanding of who can help you if you can't solve a problem yourself, and what level of expertise you need to be able to solve it."

"Secondly, the ability to read and interpret films needs to be improved, which is an unspoken rule that is not within the scope of the training room assessment."

"At this point, it's not just X-rays and CT scans commonly used in trauma surgery, but also MRI, etc..."

"Thirdly, regarding specialist physical examinations, we are still some distance from being a truly professional orthopedic surgeon."

"The orthopedic surgeons I'm referring to here are highly professional ones, like Qin Geluo and myself, not master's and doctoral students like you."

"Fourth, animal testing techniques, we need to start learning those."

"The reason I haven't started yet is that I plan to personally guide you through the process."

"There are many people who can do cell experiments very well, but there are not that many people who can do animal experiments well. In fact, many people do not even come into contact with this field during their master's and doctoral studies."

“Your current conditions are quite good. Your master used to learn everything on his own, without anyone to guide him.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye asked, "Master, did Grandmaster not take on any other senior uncles before?"

Yuan Weihong, wearing a white coat, said: "When your mentor left, he was already quite old. I was his last student, but before that, he hadn't supervised any master's or doctoral students for several years. But later, the hospital assigned Professor Chu this task, and I was the only one there at the time."

"Fortunately, other professors were willing to help later, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to complete my doctoral studies," Yuan Weihong said, shaking his head.

"Okay, Master."

"In the next few months, I will follow you closely and learn how to conduct experiments," Fang Ziye nodded hurriedly.

My master learned it so difficultly back then, so I should work hard myself.

Yuan Weihong chuckled casually, then patted Fang Ziye's head, and then patted his head as well.

“Little guy, you’ve finally reached the doctoral stage, which has relieved your master of one regret.”

"You'll have to take care of your own dinner tonight. Your master wants to have dinner with your master's wife alone." Yuan Weihong didn't try to hide his affection for Fang Ziye.

……

After getting off work, Fang Ziye first checked his appointment schedule in the lab and confirmed that it was at 7:30 in the afternoon before heading to the practice room.

While there's still time, let's practice the exercises in the training room one more time.

At this moment, there were already quite a few people in the training room.

Li Yuanpei was working alone, drenched in sweat, his disposable cap completely soaked. But he remained meticulous and conscientious.

Only through hard work can we avoid slacking off and giving up.

Meanwhile, Old Xiong was also in the training room, carefully and slowly beginning to perform the tofu suturing technique.

After Fang Ziye came in, Xiong Jinhuan took the initiative to call him "Brother Ye".

"Good afternoon, Brother Huan." Fang Ziye stood on tiptoe and looked around, only to find that there was no spare workbench.

Upon seeing Fang Ziye arrive, Lan Tianluo and Jie Han, standing side by side, glanced at Fang Ziye and asked, "Senior brother, would you like to come and spar?"

Fang Ziye shook his head: "No need, there are no seats available, I'll head back now."

Fang Ziye turned around and headed home.

However, Fang Ziye had just come out of the training room when Luo Tingzhu followed him, probably without even tidying up the control panel.

She was also wearing a mask, a hat, and operating gloves.

"Junior sister, what's wrong?" Fang Ziye asked, slightly puzzled.

"Senior brother? Did anyone say anything to you yesterday?" Luo Tingzhu asked.

"Huh? No, I ended up being a listener. In the karaoke bar, I was just responsible for clapping." Fang Ziye thought for a moment, but he still didn't understand what Luo Tingzhu meant by whether someone had told him anything.

After asking the question, Luo Tingzhu said "oh" and then turned and left.

"Huh?" As Fang Ziye turned around, Luo Tingzhu had already re-entered the skills training room, which Fang Ziye found a bit puzzling.

In a daze, Fang Ziye was about to think about whether he should find out who had taken Luo Tingzhu home yesterday, but then he remembered that it seemed to be a waiter in the restaurant. He didn't recognize her, so he decided to forget about it.

I'll ask again when we do the experiment tonight.

Fang Ziye went to eat first.

That evening, at seven o'clock, Fang Ziye indeed saw Luo Tingzhu in the laboratory.

However, Luo Tingzhu had slightly changed her usual generous and at ease manner, and when she saw Fang Ziye, she felt a little guilty.

They all avoided eye contact and focused their gaze on her experimental procedure record sheet, as if it were engraved with gold.

Fang Ziye approached and watched as Luo Tingzhu carefully examined something.

He patted her on the shoulder and asked, "Hey, junior sister, are you alright?"

"This is cell culture technology. You learned it even before I did. Why are you looking at it so seriously?"

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Luo Tingzhu tilted her head and shook it.

"Senior, shall we go do an experiment? Aren't you supposed to be doing the quantitative absorbance determination of lactic acid today?" Luo Tingzhu changed the subject first, standing up and putting her hands behind her back.

I was actually extremely nervous.

Last night, she took a sip and became half-drunk.

As a result, she didn't say much at the scene, but on the way back with the older sister, Luo Tingzhu was very clear-headed and confided in her, asking her questions. She then managed to get a lot of information out of her.

At the time, Luo Tingzhu didn't think much of it, but what if this older sister told Fang Ziye about it after she got back?

Luo Tingzhu felt that their future interactions would be very awkward.

Because Luo Tingzhu felt that she was being greedy when facing Fang Ziye.

Talent? Fang Ziye is strong.

Abilities? Fang Ziye is strong.

Scientific research? Fang Ziye is strong.

Family background? She has no family background, which is her only weakness and shortcoming. For many years, Luo Tingzhu even thought that the person she liked might look down on her because of this.

Aside from being good-looking, Luo Tingzhu felt that she didn't have anything else to offer.

Because Fang Ziye is quite handsome!
(End of this chapter)