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Chapter 327 The Defense and the New World (Please Subscribe)

"Wow? This young Fang is doing quite well, he even has a colleague from another department recommending a relative to him." The other person who spoke was not Fang Songlin or anyone else that Fang Ziye was familiar with.

But the one who answered was Chen Jiameng, who had just taken over the shift: "How novel, that colleague is a trauma surgeon."

“Eh.” The other person’s tone immediately became thoughtful.

It's not particularly unusual for colleagues from other hospitals to recommend their relatives to Zhongnan Hospital for treatment.

But if this colleague is also an orthopedic surgeon in the same field as Fang Ziye, then that's really something.

Chen Jiameng only touched on the point: "Of course, it's just hearsay, I can't be sure."

Providing Fang Ziye with access to tap water is merely a favor, and there's no need to elevate him too much, lest he fall from grace.

At least Chen Jiameng genuinely treated Fang Ziye as a valuable connection in the orthopedics field.

The more Chen Jiameng tried to exonerate him, the more cautious the other party became: "Orthopedics, Fang Ziye, keep an eye on him in the future, he should be a newcomer..."

Each person's social circle and daily life are mostly concentrated in their own department or even subspecialty.

While they may have some knowledge of students in other subspecialties, it's mostly hearsay; few are willing to cross boundaries to inquire about people below their own level.

For example, if Fang Ziye is a PhD, he wouldn't pay special attention to the growth and competitive strength of master's students. At most, he would just look around and think, "Hey, which junior is pretty good?"

Similarly, within the urology doctoral circle at Zhongnan Hospital, if you asked Fang Ziye to give an answer on who is more outstanding, he would also be completely clueless.

The same principle applies when Fang Songlin and others discuss Fang Ziye.

In a place like Zhongnan Hospital, there are many talented people. The number of outstanding and not-so-outstanding people you encounter is like a multitude of fish crossing a river. One group leaves, but another group always comes. Most people don't leave any lasting impression.

After Fang Ziye finished his work and left the control room, the person who had been chatting with Chen Jiameng had already left.

Seeing that there was no one else in the consultation room, Chen Jiameng suddenly looked at Fang Ziye and said, "Holy crap, Ziye, Yuan Weihong, one of our hospital's new outstanding young doctors this year, is your mentor?"

Chen Jiameng only realized it after a while.

why?

Yuan Weihong was indeed the same age as them. During his time as chief physician, he was a well-known and influential figure. After all, he was nicknamed "One Leaf of Beihai". Therefore, people remembered Yuan Weihong as Brother Wei, or Brother Ye, which were more playful nicknames.

As for the name Yuan Weihong, who would care?
Well, naturally, no one initially thought that Yuan Weihong from Zhongnan Hospital was actually that wandering, old-timer from Beihai...

The results of the Outstanding Young Scientists Award carry significant weight within universities. At the very least, after receiving feedback on the results, the university will discuss the matter with relevant departments and institutions to emphasize the importance of these young people who have won the award, and, if necessary, allocate resources accordingly.

With such a person appearing in the hospital, how could we not praise him properly?

"Yeah, Brother Meng, didn't you already know? You've called him Brother Wei a lot of times." Fang Ziye nodded and started looking for drinks under the table at Chen Jiameng.

Sure enough, Fang Ziye found Chen Jiameng's secret stash of iced coffee.

Chen Jiameng didn't care about his secret knowledge at the moment: "I know it, but I can't match it up immediately."

"No wonder you're so outstanding. Like father, like son. It's perfectly normal for Brother Wei's student to get early graduation benefits."

Receiving the Outstanding Young Scientists Fund honor requires published articles, and most articles aren't even strong enough to support such an honor. If they are, and you can conveniently do Fang Ziye a favor by graduating early, isn't that easy?

Fang Ziye understood and jokingly said, "Brother Meng, can't it be that I want to graduate early and take my teacher with me?"

Chen Jiameng nodded vigorously: "Ah, yes, yes, yes!"

"Damn it, it's only because Brother Wei isn't here that I can't see your rebellious look. Otherwise, I would definitely teach you a lesson."

"You think your master is the only mentor?" Chen Jiameng said, sounding somewhat indignant, clearly having thought of someone.

Fang Ziye didn't explain, but then said, "Brother Meng, I'll help you finish these coffees that aren't strong enough. I'll order you a new one later, since I don't have time to wait."

"I still need to go back to our department's practice room; there are a few interns there..."

Fang Ziye said this.

"Alright, then go ahead." Chen Jiameng bid farewell to Fang Ziye.

With the responsibility of teaching on his shoulders, no one wants to be someone who misleads students. Although Chen Jiameng's current students are not good enough, and Chen Jiameng is angry, he will not say anything about giving up.

She just happened to overhear Fang Ziye spouting nonsense, so she was a little angry.

Now that we see how much Fang Ziye cares about mentoring interns, we know he was just joking before.

As for joking about taking the teacher to the skies, others might find it hard to understand, but Wei Ge's students can understand it very well.

After all, he came from the Piaomen sect...

Time is like water.

Nearly twenty days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Fang Ziye, having barely felt the impact of the new round of master's degree entrance exams and his own intensive pre-doctoral defense, finished his doctoral dissertation Q&A session just five minutes ago. Now, Fang Ziye, along with several other doctoral students, is waiting outside for the dissertation committee's discussion results.

Whether to pass the defense and directly recommend the awarding of a doctoral degree, or to suggest rescheduling the defense and having to defend it again, all depends on this decision.

"Ziye, your acknowledgments this year weren't as thoughtful as last year's," Deng Yong questioned Fang Ziye while they waited.

Professor Deng Yong, as the supervisor, needed to avoid any appearance of impropriety during the meeting, but Yuan Weihong, as the secretary for the defense, was still inside and had not yet come out.

Originally, Yuan Weihong was not qualified to serve as the defense secretary, but since he had been promoted to the full professorship of researcher and won the Excellent Young Scientist award, his resume was no less impressive than that of a typical professor, so he was qualified.

Fang Ziye was actually a little nervous at this moment. This was because the preparation for his doctoral dissertation defense was far less demanding than during his master's thesis defense.

For his master's thesis defense, Fang Ziye had already completed the draft in August of the previous year and started the pre-defense in December, which was well in advance.

But now it's time for the doctoral defense. Although the draft was completed a long time ago, he hasn't had many rehearsals for the pre-defense. In addition, Fang Ziye has recently been serving as the chief resident, working day and night, which has disrupted his biological clock.

This resulted in poor performance, leaving little motivation to elaborate on the thesis defense and acknowledgments.

Besides, Fang Ziye's doctoral studies were incredibly lenient, weren't they?

According to the rules, he should have enrolled in September last year. However, Fang Ziye went to Enshi in April, returned in August, went abroad for a trip, and then went abroad again for half a year after enrolling in September.

Then, in March after I came back, I had to defend my thesis and graduate.

This was essentially reading a book by JJ, just going through a simple procedure. Therefore, the time spent with Professor Deng Yong was not very long.

“Master, to be concise, the purer the emotion, the fewer words are needed to describe it,” Fang Ziye quickly explained.

Hearing this, Deng Yong dared not say that there was no reason wrong. He swayed his chin from side to side and snorted, "I'll let you off this time, but you can't be so biased in the future."

"Master, I absolutely wouldn't dare." Fang Ziye didn't say he wouldn't, he just said he wouldn't.

After Deng Yong had finally had his fill of being a teacher with Fang Ziye, the meeting ended after the defense session.

Yuan Weihong, carrying a notebook, walked out with a group of heavyweight defense chairs and committee members, clapping his hands as he said, "Thank you for your hard work, Professor Qi, Professor Duan, Professor An, Professor Du..."

"The professors have gone to great lengths to help our hospital's students graduate. We have prepared a simple meal for you. We would be grateful if you could take a moment to come."

This time, the presidium for the defense was of a very high caliber.

Professor Du Xinzhan, the chief director of the Department of Orthopedics at Zhongnan Hospital, served as one of the committee members. Professors Qi Qiaowen and Duan Hong from the Department of Trauma Surgery, as well as Professor An Luming from the Provincial People's Hospital, also joined the committee. In addition, top professors from the Department of Trauma Surgery at the Third Affiliated Hospital of Kyoto University and the Sixth People's Hospital of Shanghai formed a doctoral dissertation defense committee, which is of extraordinary weight.

At the discussion meeting following the defense, the presidium unanimously agreed that the candidate's dissertation was of doctoral level and that a doctoral degree should be awarded.

Whether or not one can obtain a doctoral degree is irrelevant to this dissertation defense.

Since the visitors were guests, and important guests at that, their food and lodging had to be properly arranged, and the expenses for these transportation and reception had to be borne by Fang Ziye and the other doctors themselves.

This is an unspoken rule.

Whether or not the department and the supervisor reimburse expenses is their business, but the graduation defense is indeed a personal matter...

Upon seeing these people emerge, Professor Deng Yong let Fang Ziye off the hook and quickly joined in welcoming and seeing them off.

At the same time, Professor Han Yuanxiao also appeared at the office door, and when Professor Dong Yaohui appeared, the professors on the defense committee all became respectful.

There's no other reason than that Professor Dong Yaohui has a very high level of experience. Back then, some of these people were on the thesis defense panel when they graduated. Professor Dong Yaohui was probably a member of the defense panel at that time.

……

After the defense, there was a thank-you banquet for the teachers.

The teacher appreciation banquet should have been another day of tribulation for Fang Ziye, but the tribulation of the banquet was actually blocked by Fang Ziye's general hospitalization tribulation.

Just as Fang Ziye was about to toast Professor Deng Yong with tea instead of wine, and was about to toast Professor Qi Qiaowen of the defense committee, "Beep beep beep beep beep!"

"Beep beep beep beep beep~~~~"

The resident's old-fashioned cell phone started ringing with its catchy, magical ringtone.

After downing his drink in one gulp, Fang Ziye quickly took a few steps back and pulled his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans: "Hello~~~ Okay..."

Helpless, Fang Ziye took a few steps to Professor Deng Yong's side, cupped his ear, and said, "Master, I'm sorry, a patient who needs an amputation has been transferred here and is currently in the emergency department's surgical ward..."

While Deng Yong was still chatting and laughing with the other bigwigs, he simply waved to Fang Ziye and then deliberately squeezed his face into a chrysanthemum shape, his voice ingratiating: "I remember, I remember, Professor Zou was incredibly prestigious back then..."

Fang Ziye turned around at the entrance of the banquet hall.

Professor Zou from the Sixth Affiliated Hospital of Shanghai is a top-tier trauma surgeon in the country, even more impressive than Duan Hong, the top surgeon in Hubei Province.

Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao's forced smiles and drinking were half out of respect and half out of personal courtesy...

(End of this chapter)