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Chapter 317 A Gift Between Master and Disciple (Please Subscribe)

Yuan Weihong then briefly explained the situation to Fang Ziye.

Xie Xin's team is well-funded, and after establishing a new cell line, they are now planning to establish a new animal experimental model.

The animal model their team planned to build was not the HK2 knockout pathway, but other pathways. However, they encountered many problems and wasted a lot of money during the knockout process.

Later, they decided to pay a biotech company to do it, but the company they had been working with for a long time tried to use fake data to cover up their performance.

Such projects, which are valued within the research group, can be glossed over. However, after angering the professor, the company apologized, paid compensation, and set up two working groups to settle the matter.

The result is that this pathway is really unstable after being knocked out, and the required technical level is quite high. Unless the company headquarters in a foreign country handles it and then airlifts it over, or they bring in experts...

The problem was that they couldn't agree on a price beforehand, and if a domestic company hired foreign experts, it would be losing money. So they were trying to get away with it by lying.

After things fell apart, cooperation was out of the question.

Xie Xin is quite concerned about this animal experiment project, which is also the main task of her postdoctoral research station that she plans to follow up on. Therefore, Xie Xin still wants to continue to advance the project.

When I was reviewing the literature again, I found a domestic team in BMJ.

The above are all initials of names and affiliated units. Xie Xin herself is not sure whether FangZY is Fang Ziye or Fang Ziyi or any other ZY.

However, at Xiangya Third Hospital, Xie Xin had a superior in clinical practice who came from Zhongnan Hospital. After Xie Xin consulted him about his thesis, he realized that YuanWH in trauma surgery must be the Wei Ge he knew.

So I contacted Yuan Weihong and explained my purpose...

“Master, I don’t have the time. I’m too busy with my own things to work for them.” Fang Ziye refused almost without hesitation.

Paying someone to do work is a transaction, but it should be based on mutual consent.

Fang Ziye doesn't lack salary right now, or rather, he doesn't lack this commissioned task. What he needs to do right now is to do his job well, graduate smoothly, and then go to the personnel department of Zhongnan Hospital to sign a very satisfactory "indenture". That's the right thing to do.

If Fang Ziye had more time, wouldn't he have created another new animal testing model for his team and then expanded the business?

Of the three hospitals in Xiangya, the Third Hospital is relatively less well-known and has a lower average level than the Second Hospital and Xiangya Hospital. In fact, its overall strength is comparable to that of Zhongnan Hospital.

What Xiangya Third Hospital can afford, Zhongnan Hospital can also undertake. If all else fails, you can always turn to your financial backer, Wuhan University. As long as you can produce enough results, it can guarantee you sufficient funding and platform.

Even if you eventually break through to the sky and lead the orthopedics department of Zhongnan Hospital to sacrifice Jishuitan Hospital, Beijing Third People's Hospital, and Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital to become the number one specialized hospital in the country, Wuhan University can also guarantee your success.

Seoul National University isn't without top-ranked programs, even those ranked number one in the country or globally; it can definitely support your academic background.

"Yes, that's what I replied too."

Yuan Weihong joked, "But I still think you have a wide circle of friends! It's amazing that someone would travel all this way to find you to provide technical guidance."

Fang Ziye looked puzzled, thinking to himself, "You've already refused, why are you bringing it up again?"

However, considering that his master Yuan Weihong was known as the Leaf of the North Sea, Fang Ziye refrained from complaining.

Seeing Fang Ziye's serious expression, Yuan Weihong patted Fang Ziye on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Ziye, there's no need to be so tense and nervous. Life should be colorful, not just about clinical work and scientific research."

“Master was just joking with you…” Yuan Weihong appeared slightly weak.

Or rather, Yuan Weihong began to become more approachable, toned down his "teacher" demeanor, and tried to get along with Fang Ziye in a more mentor-friend relationship.

Yuan Weihong's hairline had receded by more than five fingers since Fang Ziye's visit to the clinic in August of the year before last.

"The master I know only worked as a resident for less than ten days before he started to feel numb."

“No wonder Brother Jin Hongzhou always seemed a bit off. I only thought it was strange back then, but now I realize it’s because putting yourself in someone else’s shoes can’t replace the hard work in this position.” Fang Ziye replied, standing up as well.

It's almost eight o'clock. After eight o'clock, it will be time for the morning shift handover. There are many people in the department, but few seats.

My teacher, Yuan Weihong, was promoted to 'Outstanding Young Scientist' because of the departure of Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan, so he now has a seat. Otherwise, most attending physicians would still be standing.

After all, there are three groups in the clinical department. In addition to the three full professors, there are three associate professors. The small desks can hold several leather chairs.

"Right, the time spent in the chief ward is very challenging, you should cherish it and be careful."

"You're considered precocious and premature, lacking the years of experience that a normal hospital stay provides. While this experience can enhance your abilities, it's not just about technique."

"It also includes many factors such as problem-solving skills, interpersonal relationships, doctor-patient communication skills, compromise, forbearance, making friends, and weighing pros and cons," Yuan Weihong said, without going into details, before walking to his leather seat.

Looking at Yuan Weihong's back, Fang Ziye felt a sudden ache in his inner canthus.

There is a rumor that a person's normal maturation goes through three stages, and there are two versions of this maturation, all of which Fang Ziye has experienced.

The first version of events: discovering that parents are ordinary, discovering that one is ordinary, discovering that one's child is ordinary.

The second perspective: I am not the center of the world; no matter how hard I try, there are still some things that are beyond my control; even knowing that I may be powerless to change things, I will still try my best.

The first explanation is that Fang Ziye experienced both of the first two scenarios early on; his parents and he himself were both ordinary people. People from small towns often have these two realizations after leaving home, which is why Fang Ziye's mindset has always been very stable.

The second explanation comes from Fang Ziye's incompetent but excessive diligence during his master's studies.

Is hard work useful? Yes, it will at least make you better than you were before, but it may not necessarily bring you what you want.

Perhaps, in the journey of life and career, you will realize that your teacher, who was once the backbone of your world, omnipotent, a protective umbrella, a guiding light, and a hero, will gradually fade and grow old in your life, and all that will remain for you is companionship...

It's not that Fang Ziye has surpassed Yuan Weihong yet; his overall strength certainly isn't as good, but he can definitely surpass him in some areas.

The main problem is that Yuan Weihong, as a teacher, encountered a beast like Fang Ziye and suddenly didn't know what to say or how to teach him. There were some things that Yuan Weihong himself was still learning, but Fang Ziye had already rushed out of his sight.

Excuse me, what is located 3,000 li (approximately 1,500 kilometers) due east of your current location?
You cannot know because it is outside your blind spot.

But Fang Ziye's gaze and heart were filled only with gratitude.

Yuan Weihong could be considered a mentor, a father, and a friend to him.

If we really have to talk about it, we can only say that I was "too unfilial," leaving Yuan Weihong with only four years to indulge in the role of my master before I was done with it.

……

Fang Ziye's thoughts were like a surging tide, mainly because his feelings for Yuan Weihong were probably several times, or even ten times, greater than those for Professor Deng Yong.

Even strangers who can offer help when things are going well or help when things are tough will never be forgotten.

Back then, when you were so humble to the core, he was the only one who valued, pitied, and helped you.

"Clap clap clap!" Fang Ziye suddenly heard the sound of clapping.

Then came Professor Han Yuanxiao's voice: "Hey, Ziye, Ziye. President Fang!~"

Fang Ziye's junior brothers, Jie Han and Lan Tianlu, standing behind him, simultaneously poked him awake. After his consciousness returned, Fang Ziye shuddered slightly, lowered his chin a little, and apologized first: "Teacher Han, I'm sorry."

Han Yuanxiao is now the administrative director, which means he is my superior, my leader.

Of course, Fang Ziye was also very sensible and did not prematurely shed his student status at this critical juncture, but instead addressed him as Director Han or something else.

As I said before, in teaching hospitals, there are so many department heads and deputy heads, professors and associate professors that you can get tired of listening to them anywhere else. It's the teachers who are most comfortable listening to them, and that truly embodies the word "teaching".

After Fang Ziye apologized, Liang Maolan, the former head nurse of the department and the newly appointed head nurse in October last year, quickly said: "Director Han, the nurses on duty yesterday said that Dr. Fang returned to the department to sleep very late, went to a consultation at three in the morning, and did not return until after seven in the morning."

"This work pace is quite demanding."

It would have been better if the head nurse hadn't brought it up, because when she did, Deng Yong's expression changed slightly.

Yao Maolan's later words were fine, but her earlier comment about Fang Ziye returning to the ward very late wasn't particularly friendly to Han Yuanxiao. Logically, now that Deng Yong had stepped down as administrative director, Han Yuanxiao should be in charge of the trauma surgery department at Zhongnan Hospital. However, the heads of the other two hospitals, instead of contacting Han Yuanxiao, were directly led into the operating room by Deng Yong and put to a great deal of work.

Moreover, the research topics were new, major, and significant, none of which had anything to do with him.

If Han Yuanxiao were less tolerant, it would be difficult for him to make things difficult for Fang Ziye in the future. Even if he were magnanimous, he would still feel uncomfortable.

However, it was obvious that Han Yuanxiao was not that kind of person. He smiled and said, "Hospitalization is always very tiring, so our attending physicians and assistants must each do their job and not leave any messes for the boss to clean up, understand?"

"Let me emphasize that my personal views may differ slightly from Professor Deng's previous ideas. Professor Deng, please don't mind."

Han Yuanxiao was very polite. Before he was promoted to senior professional, he was in Xie Jinyuan's current position, working under Deng Yong. Moreover, Han Yuanxiao's own master's and doctoral supervisors had already retired from front-line clinical work, and he was able to reach the position of director because Deng Yong gave him the opportunity.

Otherwise, given Deng Yong's current age, what problems could there be if he were to serve another term as director?
Deng Yong smiled and said to Professor Dong Yaohui, "We all listen to Director Han, right, Master?"

Dong Yaohui was Deng Yong's master's thesis advisor. However, after Deng Yong became the director, he rarely addressed him as "master" in the department anymore. Once he lost power, the superior-subordinate relationship disappeared.

The master and apprentice will not lose their sense of proportion in terms of power, and Professor Deng Yong has grasped this point very well.

Dong Yaohui smiled and said, "You young people can do whatever you want; I'll take care of the work."

Dong Yaohui had also been a director before, and he knew that it wasn't easy for Han Yuanxiao, who was so old, to reach the position of director; he had to be careful about many things.

As people get older, they shouldn't meddle in major strategic matters. Let the younger generation handle things themselves, and as long as they don't cross any lines, give them the freedom to do as they please.

Instead of giving Han Yuanxiao more constraints.

Han Yuanxiao then said, "Personally, I think the chief resident is not the head of clinical care, nor is he/she to clean up the messes of all of you. This is a position for gaining experience, not a position to take the blame."

"So another idea is to establish a trauma center emergency room in the emergency department..."

Holy crap, Fang Ziye instantly understood.

These three professors are truly shrewd and astute!
The first wave of benefits from setting up the trauma center's emergency room went to Deng Yong. There was no way around it; the professional abilities of Dong Wenqiang and Wang Yuanqi were undeniable, and the recent graduates from Professor Dong Yaohui's group and Professor Han Yuanxiao's group were simply outmatched in terms of overall strength.

If the trauma center's emergency room has PhDs in trauma surgery but you don't choose them, why would you choose someone in joint surgery? Deng Yong can't agree to that.

However, although he reaped the benefits, the matter was also obtained by Deng Yong through negotiation with Du Xinzhan, the head of the orthopedics department, and the procedures were all handled by Deng Yong himself.

The favor was given to Han Yuanxiao, leading those in the department who weren't fully aware of the situation to believe—

Wow, Professor Han, Director Han Yuanxiao, he's amazing! He's so capable! He's only just taken office, and he's already managed to secure so many job opportunities specifically for trauma surgery from hospitals and colleges.

This wave of people has won over hearts and minds.

If Yuan Weihong hadn't been instructed by Deng Yong to go through the application process and then used it to teach Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye would also have thought that it was Professor Han Yuanxiao who had fought for it.

Sure enough, after hearing this explosive news...

The eyes of the three PhDs, Wang Yuanqi, Gu Yi, and Fan Yantong, all lit up!

Isn't this a miraculous comeback?
Although Professor Han Yuanxiao said that the subsequent recruitment would still follow the normal procedures.

But having a chance is better than having no chance at all. Fang Ziye's freakish performance was purely an accident. In the real class of 2013, who will emerge victorious depends on individual abilities...

After the shift handover, it's time for ward rounds.

During ward rounds, a group of doctoral and master's students quickened their pace, as if they had been injected with adrenaline and were seeing a bright future ahead of them...

Fang Ziye was lucky today; he wasn't summoned away by the "Great Summoning Spell" during the entire ward round.

After the ward rounds, Fang Ziye's job was done.

Fang Ziye is no longer a master's degree holder, nor is he an attending physician. He doesn't need to write medical records, issue medical orders, submit surgical application forms, or do preoperative preparations.

Therefore, no one was surprised when Professor Deng Yong led Fang Ziye directly into the director's office. Yuan Weihong, taking advantage of some free time—a non-outpatient, non-surgery day—thought about going home to be with his child…

Upon entering, Fang Ziye proactively served Deng Yong, offering him tea and water. When he brought the tea to Professor Deng Yong...

Deng Yong crossed his legs, leaned back, and sipped his tea with relish before smacking his lips and saying, "Ziye, it was my suggestion to allow you to graduate early."

"Therefore, we must take full responsibility for this matter."

“After you graduated early, you did disrupt some of the department’s plans, which also attracted some resentment. These things may not surface, but they will stay deep in people’s hearts.”

"I don't like seeing things go wrong at home."

"If you take something, you'll find another one, right? The opportunity has been given, whether they can seize it or not is entirely up to their fate."

“I am your master. I gave you a chance to graduate early, but I can’t do something wrong with good intentions and leave you with a lot of complaints.”

"As for your master, he's slowly planning to give you another clean and simple gift."

Deng Yong's words were also rather dismissive.

Just that simple sentence, without being spoken, struck Fang Ziye's heart like the heaviest fist, leaving him with a slight, lingering pain that he could never escape.

Fang Ziye could only accept it calmly: "Thank you, Master."

In fact, Fang Ziye didn't mind being envied by his senior classmates. He got what he earned through his own abilities, so at most they would just be sour lemons. If you guys are so capable, why don't you graduate early and steal jobs?

So what if I'm capable? Can't I cause trouble? Everyone here is a student of this college, and everyone is a beloved student of the teachers. I'm excellent, so if you want to kill me, I deserve it.

However, if he could avoid being complained about, Fang Ziye still felt it was better to feel refreshed!
"This tea is delicious, especially the tea you offered," Deng Yong said, as if there was a hidden meaning in his words.

Fang Ziye's eyelids twitched slightly, and he understood that Professor Deng Yong was referring to the fact that Fang Ziye rarely regarded Deng Yong as his mentor.

But Deng Yong also said that once the tea is served, the apprenticeship is officially recognized.

This is understandable given Fang Ziye's previous thoughts, since Deng Yong himself believed that he had not given Fang Ziye any benefits other than verbal promises.

Fang Ziye felt guilty for his previous offense and smiled as he said a few words to him.

After Deng Yong noticed the weariness in the corners of his eyes, he said, "Go and rest. During your hospital stay, sleep when you can, eat when you can, drink when you can, and relieve yourself when you can."

"That's a rough but reasonable statement."

“Yes, Master, I am indeed still a little sleepy!” Fang Ziye replied.

How could I not be tired? Last night's sleep was like being shoved by Pigsy's rake, intermittent and discontinuous, more uncomfortable than prostate enlargement or constipation.

Upon exiting the door, Fang Ziye first looked out the window. The scenery outside had not changed significantly, except that the light was slightly brighter.

My mentor Yuan Weihong has reached the Excellent Young Talent level, and it's not something I can expect to be promoted to again in the short term.

Master Deng Yong?

You're a National Outstanding Young Scientist, right?

Am I going to be too old in two years? These things only come in time...

Then let's try our best to get one.

Teachers shouldn't be categorized by age; it's just that my perspective is too limited.

If you carefully calculate the research funding that Professor Deng Yong used to secure for his projects, you'd realize that ordinary investors wouldn't give him that much money.

(End of this chapter)