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Chapter 494 A Shout (Please Subscribe)

Fang Ziye felt a secret sense of satisfaction as he left the administration building.

If someone is doing things honestly and diligently, yet is suspected of engaging in underhanded tactics, that proves that the achievements of their team are truly astonishing.

The person who had the suspicion was Dean Wang.

The medical school affiliated with Seoul National University is filled with tall trees with lush, verdant branches.

Flocks of birds flew among the branches and leaves, their chirping reaching Fang Ziye's ears, as if applauding him.

If it weren't for the sweltering heat outside, Fang Ziye would probably have walked three minutes slower.

Upon returning, Fang Ziye's first stop was the operating room.

This time, Fang Ziye went to the operating room on the surgical building. He took a pair of blue rubber slippers, a set of green scrubs, a sterile surgical mask, and a disposable surgical cap from the changing room door, and was fully equipped.

However, Fang Ziye had just washed and disinfected his hands when he stepped through the pneumatic sensor door at the entrance of the operating room and entered with his hands clasped together in a devout manner.

Nie Xuehua, who was still in the audience, said, "Ziye, you're back?"

"You shouldn't go on stage yet. Someone in the department wants to talk to you, and this is a matter that only you can resolve personally."

"Huh?" Fang Ziye was somewhat surprised to hear this.

“A patient is looking for you! And only for you,” Nie Xuehua said.

Liu Huanglong had already started the show with Wu Xuanqi and said from afar, "Ziye, why don't you go back to your department and take care of things? It won't take up much of your time."

"It's a very challenging case of bone tumor. Both Professor Du Yingshan and Professor Ning Haiqing have seen him."

"I suggested they take their son to Kyoto or Shanghai, but they somehow found out that you are very skilled and insisted on meeting you."

The Department of Bone Tumors has four senior physicians, including the ward's administrative director, Du Yingshan, who is experienced and highly skilled.

Professor Ning Haiqing, a newly appointed professor and currently rumored to have the best skills in the field of bone tumors.

"Why are you coming to me with a tumor that even Teacher Du and Teacher Ning can't handle? I don't treat bone tumors." Fang Ziye was quite surprised and asked while putting his hands down.

“We don’t know about that. Li Yuanpei explained it to you before, and your master Yuan Weihong also explained it to him in detail, but the patient only comes to you,” Liu Huanglong said.

"Ziye is starting to have his own sources of illness now!"

Having one's own source of patients is a compliment; it's a recognition of the practitioner's skills by fellow patients, who then spread the word and come seeking his expertise.

"Teacher Liu, you all go ahead with your work. I'll be right back." Fang Ziye turned and left the operating room.

……

Fang Ziye did not change into civilian clothes when he returned to the ward. Instead, he put on blue disposable shoe covers and swaggered into the department.

I guess I told people this morning that the dean was looking for me, which is why no one texted or called to bother me.

If the dean personally seeks out someone, it's either to engage in PUA (Pick-Up Artist) tactics or to discuss something as confidential as promotion and salary increases.

Doctors are human too. Unless it's a special emergency, why would they bother us?
Fang Ziye entered the department through the main entrance. As soon as he entered, he saw a family of three sitting side by side on blue hard plastic chairs opposite the nurses' station.

A wheelchair was placed in front of a middle-aged couple.

A young girl, who looked to be about seven or eight years old, was sitting in a wheelchair. She had her hair in pigtails and was happily feeding her mother an ice cream cone.

The mother forced a smile, but her eyes betrayed a hidden sadness.

My father's hair was graying, and he was carrying a large plastic bag in his left hand, filled with snacks and bread...

As Fang Ziye slowly approached, he was about to ask the nurse on duty at the nurses' station a question when she noticed him and quickly stood up.
"Dr. Fang, you've arrived just in time. The families of these two patients are looking for you."

"Big brother, big sister, Dr. Fang is here. This is Dr. Fang," the nurse on duty said.

Fang Ziye wasn't very familiar with the new nurse. She had only joined the department in August, and there had been many personnel changes in the nursing department that month, so Fang Ziye didn't have time to quickly familiarize himself with everyone's name.

After giving her a slight nod, he pulled down his mask and watched as the middle-aged couple's expressions changed from shock to stiffness.

Fang Ziye knew that perhaps the other party thought he was too young, so he asked, "May I ask who you are?"

"Are you Dr. Fang?" the middle-aged man asked incredulously.

“Yes, my name is Fang Ziye. I’m the only one in our department with the surname Fang,” Fang Ziye replied.

"Dr. Fang, we were introduced by Teacher Qin."

The middle-aged man knew Fang Ziye's name and knew he hadn't come to the wrong person: "Teacher Qin is Yan Chu's mother, and she's from the same hometown as my wife. I wonder if you remember her?"

Fang Ziye certainly doesn't remember Teacher Qin, but he has a pretty deep memory of little Yan Chu.

"Hello Hello."

"I don't know, why did you come to the department to look for me?"

"I just went to the administration building to handle some personal matters, sorry," Fang Ziye explained.

The middle-aged man quickly picked up the various X-ray films from the back of the wheelchair and said enthusiastically, "Dr. Fang, it's like this."

“My daughter had a lump growing on her skin a while ago, so we took her to the hospital for a checkup. We found out that the situation wasn’t good, so we came to Seoul.”

"I've had these tests done at many different hospitals..."

"Dr. Fang, could you please take a look and tell me if she needs surgery?" The middle-aged man withheld some details, hoping that Fang Ziye could re-diagnose them.

"Brother, do you want some ice cream?" The little girl in the wheelchair looked at Fang Ziye and thought he looked kind, so she asked him very generously.

She was more outgoing than Yan Chu, and at first glance, one could guess that she had a minor case of social arrogance.

Fang Ziye first shook his head at the little girl, then reached out to stop her, saying, "Brother, this isn't the place to talk. Would you mind coming to my office with me?"

"Sister, please take care of your daughter."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's face stiffened, and his hands trembled slightly. In the end, he still hoped that Fang Ziye could give him a lifeline to grasp.

The middle-aged man put down the plastic bag of snacks, tidied up his daughter's film bag and medical record bag, and then followed behind Fang Ziye.

She spoke earnestly and humbly, saying, "Dr. Fang, you were recommended by Teacher Qin, so your skills must be excellent. Please take a look at my daughter later and give her a thorough diagnosis."

Fang Ziye has not yet responded.

Fang Ziye unlocked the door, pushed open the door to the chief inpatient office, and invited the middle-aged man inside before closing the door behind him.

Then she bowed slightly and said, "Brother, I am very grateful for your trust in me and for coming to our department for treatment."

"But you should know that I am a trauma surgeon, and I have never dealt with bone tumors."

"Professor Du Yingshan and Professor Ning Haiqing are the two most authoritative professors in our hospital's bone tumor department. I only have a superficial understanding of the treatment of bone tumors."

"You could say absolutely not!"

Looking at his skill tree related to bone tumors, Fang Ziye could only apologize.

When someone comes seeking medical help, ignoring the professors in the department and instead hoping that he can treat them, how could Fang Ziye not be happy?

But happiness is one thing, and a recommendation from an acquaintance is another; whether it will be a different matter entirely is another.

"Dr. Fang, I... I beg you." The middle-aged man's eyes gradually dimmed.

Fang Ziye scratched his head vigorously: "Brother, I know what you mean, and I understand you." "But think about it, if we switched places, would you be willing to admit that your skills are lacking?"

"You've come all this way, and you were referred by a family member of one of my fellow patients. If I could solve your problem, wouldn't I feel incredibly proud?"

"I want fame and a sense of accomplishment too!"

"But I really don't know how, and I'm afraid that if I say something, it might cause a misunderstanding about your daughter's condition."

"Think about it, does this make sense?"

The middle-aged man gripped the flat plastic bag tightly with both hands, his eyes blazing, and his body trembling slightly as he looked at Fang Ziye.

His eyes were red and bloodshot.

“Dr. Fang, I only have one daughter. My wife and I went through a lot of trouble to have her. We did IVF.”

"When my daughter was born, I scheduled a C-section, but my wife still had placenta accreta, and she is now unable to have children."

"And I don't want a new child, I just want her..."

“Dr. Fang, she’s eight years old. I’ve watched her grow from this tiny little thing.” The middle-aged man burst into tears, gesturing a distance of about fifty centimeters.

“I remember the first time she cried, it was after she came out of the operating room. My wife cried too, and I cried too.”

"Although my mother disliked that she was a girl, my father and I both liked her very much."

"Her first unconscious smile was more than ten days later, and her first conscious smile was a month and a half later."

"She first called me 'Dad' when she was seven months old..."

A tear welled up from the corner of the middle-aged man's eye, beneath his graying temples.

Fang Ziye said, "Brother, let me watch the movie first..."

Okay, let's be considerate of human nature; we should at least show some understanding.

However, when Fang Ziye opened the little girl's X-ray, he discovered that the little girl's tumor was no longer a single lesion, but rather multiple lesions.

The nature of the tumor is currently unclear, but based on the plain film and MRI, it is most likely Ewing sarcoma.

The largest lesion is located on the left femur, followed by the proximal fibula on the right side and the lateral aspect of the right femur.

The left ilium, thoracic vertebrae, scapula...

Fang Ziye looked at the middle-aged man again, and he truly understood his feelings.

The rope always breaks at its thinnest point, and fate always seems to choose the unfortunate.

Given her current condition, it's either that the infection has already metastasized or that it's spread throughout her body. Even if it's removed now, it might still grow back.

Even before being discharged from the hospital, another bone lesion may appear.

After carefully reviewing the document, Fang Ziye said, "Brother, I've looked it over. For now, you might need to go to Kyoto or Shanghai to look for more opportunities."

"I can't perform that kind of surgery either."

"but?"

Actually, what Fang Ziye wanted to say was that, given your daughter's condition, instead of making her undergo so many surgeries, it would be better to let her live out the rest of her life in peace.

There's no need to confine her remaining days to a hospital ward or chemotherapy room.

Six lesions, almost covering the entire body, how can this be operated on? How should they be removed?
Moreover, Fang Ziye isn't even a specialist in bone tumors, so he's completely unable to start treatment at the moment.

However, it wasn't easy for this couple to have a child.

This child was conceived through IVF, and now that she's eight years old, this has happened. Fang Ziye really can't bring himself to tell her to stop treatment and take her to see the world...

"Dr. Fang, is there really no solution for you?"

"You even came up with a solution for Yan Chu's serious condition, what about my daughter?"

“Of course, her situation isn’t simple either,” the middle-aged man said.

“We don’t need to worry about the fees; I can borrow a lot of money.”

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Brother, this isn't about money, it's about technological barriers."

"You may have consulted doctors all over the world, and the answers you received were all pretty much the same."

"Our hospital's bone tumor treatment certainly doesn't reach the world's top level, but we are quite professional in interpreting such difficult and complicated cases."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I can't help you either."

Fang Ziye carefully put all the films back into the flat film bag.

Fang Ziye noticed that the more he put in a film, the more desperate the middle-aged man became, as if Fang Ziye was not putting in films, but tearing his entire world apart.

Fang Ziye has no children and cannot fully understand the love that parents have for their children.

But Fang Ziye put himself in their shoes... what if it were his own parents...

No, no, no, I hope there won't be such a "what if".

"I'm sorry, brother!" Fang Ziye sincerely handed the flat bag back to him.

"Excuse me, Dr. Fang." The middle-aged man took the bag and walked out with a heavy heart.

But just as he turned the doorknob to leave, he suddenly shouted, "Why is this happening?"

"She's only eight years old?"

Fang Ziye sniffed, touched his nose, licked his lips, and said, "Brother, I can't give you the answer either, but if you go upstairs and take a look a few more times..."

"You'll find that bone tumors specifically target young people."

“I don’t know why this is happening…” Fang Ziye said.

This is a fact. Fang Ziye is merely stating a fact, not making a curse. This is a pattern discovered through statistics.

Bone tumors are more common in adolescents and people over sixty years of age.

Middle age has passed.

When Fang Ziye came out, he took his wife and pushed his daughter in a stroller and walked towards the narrow corner of the corridor.

Fang Ziye only made a diagnosis, and what he "got" was a dying daughter and a "lonely" and painful family.

Fang Ziye once heard a classmate from the bone tumor department say this.

He needs to do some self-psychological counseling every now and then, and sometimes he even has to seek help from a psychologist...

Fang Ziye was in a state of confusion for a moment, but quickly regained his composure.

Even his outburst, delivered in his middle age, did not cause him much emotional distress.

No one is omniscient or omnipotent. Fang Ziye's current role and function is that of a trauma surgeon.

"Let's do our job first," Fang Ziye thought, rushing towards the operating room, intending to vent his frustration by "torturing" someone...

(End of this chapter)