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Chapter 352 The Boss Takes Class! (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

11:40 AM. Trauma Surgery, Chief Inpatient Office.

During the day, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu openly took their takeout and went in to eat together.

Everyone in the department knew they were a couple, and they hadn't hidden it. However, in a formal workplace, a man and a woman alone together in a room should still avoid any appearance of impropriety.

The ward is a sacred place for patients to rest and for carrying out medical activities, not a couple's bedroom. Even if it's just other people's speculation, Fang Ziye will be careful to protect Luo Tingzhu's and his own reputation.

The chief inpatient office only has one stool and one small table.

Luo Tingzhu sat on a stool and leaned against a small table, opening her lunchbox, while Fang Ziye took off his work clothes and sat on the bed where the blankets were not yet folded.

He asked with a smile, "Why are you being so mischievous? You've already decided to go to the gastroenterology department, but you still want to break through the doctoral training room in the department. Are you trying to put more pressure on your senior colleagues?"

Luo Tingzhu stretched out her fair neck, unconvinced: "Compared to being mischievous, who in the department is more mischievous than you? You even dared to dig up landmines in the hand surgery department. You even dared to borrow the fig leaf that we finally managed to get back?"

Luo Tingzhu is a treasure in the department. Although she is not as talented as Fang Ziye, she is only in her seventh year of the eight-year program and is only a little short of breaking through the training room for the doctoral stage of trauma surgery.

With the support of articles, such achievements would be more than enough to qualify someone for a position in trauma surgery.

Naturally, Professor Deng Yong doted on Luo Tingzhu and supported her development in the Department of Gastroenterology. Luo Tingzhu herself hoped to live up to her teacher's kindness and give Professor Deng Yong a special gift, namely, passing the doctoral exam, which meant that she had learned something from Professor Deng Yong.

Professor Deng Yong's teaching is very meaningful and effective.

"Are you making fun of me too? I've already explained that this has nothing to do with me." Fang Ziye reached out and tapped Luo Tingzhu's nose.

Luo Tingzhu pulled her head back slightly, her nostrils flared, and she shook her head, letting out a soft hum: "Mmm."

After Fang Ziye sat back down, he said, "It may seem that this matter has nothing to do with you, but in fact, the reason why Professor Liu Huanglong came to our trauma surgery department is because of you."

"Many people don't explain because they're embarrassed to say it."

"Everyone wants to make progress and move forward. Professor Liu Huanglong is so promising at such a young age that it's hard to describe him. He certainly doesn't want to be a tool that monotonously repeats other people's medical ideas. He wants to make his voice heard around the world."

"As you know, senior brother, the ultimate contribution of a surgical procedure lies solely in the patients you handle."

"The only way to benefit more patients is through scientific research. Whether it's clinical research or basic research, only the output of scientific research can benefit people all over the world, and even future generations..."

"You agree with this, Senior Brother, right?" Luo Tingzhu tilted her head and tilted her chin, showing off how clever she was.

Fang Ziye nodded.

The simplest example.

Throughout Chinese history, many legendary doctors have left their mark in books, but almost all of them are the authors of those books.

In ancient times, writing a book required original content.

In modern times, this is even more true. Even if you want to share your thoughts and voice with your peers around the world, you need original evidence and standardized tools to articulate what you are researching.

"So, as the teacher said, the disease of destructive injury has not yet been defined or solved worldwide, just like the limb amputations of the 1960s and earlier."

"If Professor Liu Huanglong can make some achievements and advance this disease, he may well be able to leave his mark on the history of surgery."

"However, individuals who possess multiple excellent basic skills are extremely rare. Even national-level professors usually choose only one basic skill as the foundation for their development, and then cultivate it in depth and carry it forward."

As Luo Tingzhu spoke, she took a slight breath, her delicate neck slightly flushed, and her eyes seemed to shine. She smiled and looked at Fang Ziye: "Senior brother, you are such a multi-talented person, which represents your current potential and explosive power, which has already surpassed national experts like Professor Duan Hong in trauma surgery and Professor Zhong Junyu in hand surgery."

"Although you haven't developed in depth yet, your potential is enormous. Given time, it's no exaggeration to say that your potential will be several times that of others."

The current level achieved and the potential future level cannot be discussed on the same level.

If we really want to discuss this, Liu Huanglong's current overall strength would definitely be enough to easily defeat Fang Ziye.

But what about ten years from now?
Then it must be the other way around. Even if Professor Liu Huanglong was a senior professor in his forties or nearly fifty at that time, he might not have been able to suppress Fang Ziye ten years later.

"If you say that, I'll be proud." Fang Ziye refrained from saying the word "husband" that he had in mind.

For some reason, Luo Tingzhu found it strange that she couldn't say the words "boyfriend" or "husband," she just couldn't bring herself to say them.

Perhaps out of shyness, Fang Ziye was usually addressed as "senior brother".

Upon hearing this, Luo Tingzhu said, "Appropriate pride is the privilege of geniuses; it's called self-confidence."

Fang Ziye was taken aback upon hearing this, and looked at Luo Tingzhu: "So you thought the same thing before?"

Fang Ziye still remembers that when Luo Tingzhu first came to the department, she had already reached the doctoral level in some of her procedures. At that time, Luo Tingzhu was very confident and generous.

“Really? No problem. You can’t be excellent and still feel inferior, can you?” Luo Tingzhu said frankly.

Luo Tingzhu discovered that as long as she didn't compare herself to her boyfriend Fang Ziye, her fighting power was still formidable, and her potential remained enormous, compared to others.

As for Fang Ziye's unexpected situation, let's just consider him one of the few legendary figures.

For example, there is a senior student named Wu Xuanqi in Tongji Hospital. Luo Tingzhu felt that she was slightly inferior to him, but at least she could look forward to catching up.

But Fang Ziye's running speed was too fast; she couldn't catch up. "Humility and appropriate pride, which is confidence, are not contradictory," said Luo Tingzhu, who was always accustomed to excellence.

As the two were talking, there was a knock on the door of the chief inpatient office, and then someone pushed the door open.

"Ziye, you?"

"Is it convenient?" It was none other than their teacher, Deng Yong, who hesitated before speaking.

Fang Ziye was keeping his teacher's instructions in mind and was eating heartily, while Luo Tingzhu was temporarily holding her chopsticks in her right hand because she was talking.

Fang Ziye immediately swallowed the food in his mouth and replied, "It's convenient, Master."

"Teacher!" Luo Tingzhu stood up, holding her lunchbox with a slightly awkward expression.

Luo Tingzhu is, after all, a bit of a foodie.

Holding a plate in her hand and carrying a snack bag across her chest, she really looks like a little girl who hasn't grown up yet.

Deng Yong laughed: "Tingzhu, you continue eating. I need to talk to Ziye about something."

After Deng Yong finished speaking, he added, "It's rather urgent, I need to borrow your senior brother."

Luo Tingzhu's face and ears turned red. She just stood there obediently, without stomping her feet or making any noise.

Shyness is a very natural emotion; it comes naturally and isn't something you have to force...

After Fang Ziye followed Deng Yong out, Deng Yong did not ask about Fang Ziye's relationship with Luo Tingzhu, but instead said directly, "It's Professor Zhu Weiguo and Ni Yaoping from the Department of Hand Surgery."

Zhu Weiguo was Deng Yong's senior, while Ni Yaoping was his junior. Deng Yong always kept this distinction very clear.

Fang Ziye tilted his head slightly: "Master, are you here to cause trouble?"

Deng Yong shook his head, his tone also helpless: "No, they're here to fulfill their promise to you."

"Hmm?" Fang Ziye paused.

Fang Ziye hadn't been frightened when he heard the two were coming, but now, his limbs stiffened.

"A person lives for their reputation, just as a tree lives for its bark."

"The lack of clarity in the agreement was a problem at the time; whether or not the agreement is fulfilled is a matter of personal choice," Deng Yong said, then sighed.

"Although I also feel that this is inappropriate, we cannot refuse to keep our word just because we want to be noble, generous, and magnanimous."

Deng Yong seemed to be teaching Fang Ziye something.

Fang Ziye followed Professor Deng Yong into the office with a bewildered look on his face. He stood next to Professor Deng Yong and greeted Teacher Zhu and Professor Ni.

However, Zhu Weiguo and Professor Ni Yaoping spoke in a very amiable tone, as if they were not angry with Fang Ziye because of Liu Huanglong's matter.

Zhu Weiguo even laughed and said, "Ziye, let's talk about the issue, not the person. Although I am very angry about Liu Huanglong coming to the trauma surgery department, I think it's nonsense, it's just playing the lute randomly, it's just messing around."

"Even if your trauma surgery department doesn't step forward and forcefully reject Liu Huanglong's choice, that's still you messing around!"

“But we’re not talking about people, Fang Ziye is still Fang Ziye, and Deng Yong is still Deng Yong.”

“Liu Huanglong, now that you’ve come to our hospital, we can still repay everything we promised Ziye.”

Ni Yaoping nodded and said, "Yes, no matter which subspecialty Professor Liu comes to, he is still Professor Liu. I said in the department that whoever can bring him to our hospital, I will personally give him 0 yuan! It will be paid from my own card and salary. The password is six zeros."

Regarding the matter of applying for talent recommendation fees from the hospital again, I can only say, Brother Yong, you can't just stand by and watch. Professor Zhu will also accompany us.

Ni Yaoping's words stirred something within Fang Ziye.

This is the magnanimity of the ward directors and bigwigs.

A promise is a promise, and one can bear the consequences.

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong immediately nodded: "I can go! But I can't guarantee that I won't be kicked out if I go with my face."

"The main problem was that they wanted too much money, so when Ziye was hospitalized, I shamelessly went to ask for talent introduction funds again, but I didn't get a single penny. I also sold out Han Yuanxiao's face in our department many times."

Ni Yaoping: "..."

Fang Ziye: "..."

Zhu Weiguo: "..."

"How did you end up like this? You used to be a director, now you should at least be a professor." Zhu Weiguo looked completely astonished.

"The pressure is immense, Teacher Zhu," Deng Yong began to complain, as if he were a six-hundred-month-old child.

Ni Yaoping turned to the side: "He's asking for too much. This face of his is probably already being confiscated by the medical department and the personnel department..."

(End of this chapter)