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Chapter 118 Snack Pack and Pocket Money (Please Subscribe)
After taking pictures of all the suspended cells in the cell culture flasks, Luo Tingzhu saved them without sending them directly to Fang Ziye.

Luo Tingzhu glanced at Fang Ziye and saw that he was still conducting experiments and showed no intention of going to the training room, so she stopped disturbing him and waiting.

Fang Ziye spends most of her time part-time on research tasks, but her learning path emphasizes both basic experiments and clinical practice, and she still needs to go to the practice room.

I still need to practice and improve my debridement skills.

After packing up her computer, backpack, and snack pouch, Luo Tingzhu touched the bank card inside the snack pouch.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

After leaving the laboratory building, Luo Tingzhu put on fluffy gloves, rubbed her hands together, and stepped into the cold wind.

The medical school at Seoul National University in late January was no different from any other year.

Most of the undergraduate students have gone home for the holidays, and those who are doing clinical internships will not be coming back to the clinic. How could interns possibly not go home for the Chinese New Year?
This is a sentiment unique to the Chinese people.

The graduate students are all rotating through clinical settings or laboratories, so the campus is unusually quiet and deserted.

Even the school hospital has temporarily closed.

A cold wind rustled, swirling fallen leaves. Luo Tingzhu's heart began to pound with unease. She knew that her senior brother Fang Ziye was acting somewhat deliberately today; she could tell.

However, this is not particularly special. What is somewhat special is Fang Ziye himself.

Very down-to-earth and hardworking.

Fang Ziye was even more down-to-earth than her. He didn't wear any designer brands, and when he saw his scholarship of 300,000 yuan, he felt it was an astronomical figure.

Furthermore, Fang Ziye had told Luo Tingzhu that his future goals and pressures would likely involve a very high-end talent recruitment fee if he wanted to buy a house in Han City.

Ke Luo Tingzhu knew that she didn't need it.

Because the parents have already prepared all these things.

Her father would regularly send her a sum of money every six months. Although her grandmother said she didn't want it, she still kept the card for her. Now, nearly twenty years later, the money in it has accumulated to 900,000 yuan.

My mother didn't give that much, and hasn't even mentioned it yet, but...

All the snacks in Luo Tingzhu's chest bag were ordered and delivered online by her every month or even every two weeks.

There are many kinds of snacks, and Luo Tingzhu can choose for herself, and she will also help her pick some out.

Moreover, my mother said that her salary was not particularly high, so she certainly couldn't give my father that much. However, over the years, she had accumulated a considerable amount of savings, nearly sixty, even if she and her 'sister' each received half.

College students in the 1990s, as long as they didn't do anything reckless, could generally do quite well in China.

Both of her parents were highly educated back then, and their income is still quite good. But the only thing Luo Tingzhu couldn't understand back then was why they separated when they could have lived a good life together.

Luo Tingzhu hasn't quite figured it out yet, but she understands one thing: her mother, as a highly educated woman, has the right to choose her own lifestyle, and so does her father.

Luo Tingzhu didn't like them; she preferred her grandmother. Therefore, the two didn't go to court.

In the cold wind, Luo Tingzhu opened a snack called "Busy Duck Feet," took a bite, and chewed slowly.

Luo Tingzhu vaguely remembered that when she was very young, her mother gave her a big bag of snacks before she left, and told her that she could eat them, but not too many, and that she could eat a small bag at most every day.

Back then, Luo Tingzhu's snack bag was only the size of a fist, and it could hold at most a few candies and a small bag of spicy strips.

Grandma said she could only eat one pack per week.

At that time, Luo Tingzhu felt she had nothing to do and could only pass the time by eating, and then she would spend time with her grandmother.

In junior and senior high school, snacks were not allowed to be brought into school, but Luo Tingzhu had quite a few clothes of her own.

Luo Tingzhu's relationship with her father was the worst; they had almost no communication or interaction.

My stepmother would check on me from time to time, but we never really spent time together, so there wasn't much of a bond. It was just a normal, passable relationship...

Luo Tingzhu was thinking so much because the loneliest time of the year was fast approaching.

Chinese New Year!

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the Little New Year in the south in two days.

Ke Luo had already gotten used to listening to the bamboo.

However, since her grandmother passed away, the room in her old home has become much colder and more desolate. Luo Tingzhu can no longer blend into the warm and harmonious atmosphere of her uncle's house, and the sight of it often evokes painful memories.

"I guess I'll be spending this year in the dorm again," Luo Tingzhu thought, taking another bite of a duck foot.

A short while later, she arrived at the training room. After throwing the trash bag and the tissue containing the bone into the trash can, Luo Tingzhu went to the training room to get the pork belly.

……

In the laboratory.

Fang Ziye was still busy.

However, Fang Ziye's busyness was not just about conducting experiments, but also about preparing enough materials to try and publish a major article.

Some preliminary materials are used to support the teacher and jointly apply for general research grants. Another part involves obtaining data and preparing the manuscript for publication before leaving the hospital for Enshi Central Hospital, provided the experimental progress is reliable.

If the articles are published in a timely manner and there is enough work involved, perhaps the professor will have a chance to be selected as one of the Thousand Young Talents Program members this year?
Furthermore, immersive experiments offer a wealth of learning opportunities.

Although the research group only has about 150,000 yuan left, the knowledge points that Fang Ziye has gained in return are over 300.

That's equivalent to 160 yuan per knowledge point.

Most of the knowledge points were allocated by Fang Ziye to basic cell experiments, but today's results required an additional 30 points. As a result, the ratio of RMB to knowledge points has decreased slightly.

The future looks promising.

Fang Ziye took a short break.

"Senior Brother Qian." Fang Ziye saw Qian Qiaofeng looking in his direction, so he walked over and sat down next to Qian Qiaofeng, greeting him as he did so.

"Ziye, your current experiments haven't reached the cellular immunoassay stage yet, have they?" Qian Qiaofeng asked, puzzled and shocked.

"Why do I only see you doing experiments and not writing papers? Your current data accumulation is more than enough to write a paper."

"Maybe it's not the right time yet. My master said there's no rush."

Fang Ziye casually brought up his master as the scapegoat, then asked, "Brother Qian, don't you have a lot of surgeries in thoracic surgery? Didn't Professor Hong ask you to help out in the clinic?"

"We have enough staff in the clinical department, so I'll just hang around in the lab for a while."

"Ziye, your hands are huge!" Qian Qiaofeng carefully examined Fang Ziye's hands and clicked his tongue in amazement.

When Qian Qiaofeng said his hands were big, he didn't mean his palms were actually very big; he meant his thumbs.

Just kidding, right now, only Fang Ziye is carrying the Yuan Weihong research group. Goodness, the success rate of the experiments is also high. The research group clearly doesn't have much money, but Fang Ziye has managed to turn it into a project worth nearly a million yuan. That's something else.

"Brother Qian, are you teasing me? I don't have enough work. I only have one basic article to keep me going, so of course I have to do more."

"By the way, Senior Brother Qian? And Senior Brother Liu, who you were just chatting with? Which department is he from?" Fang Ziye naturally wouldn't be completely indifferent.

Fang Ziye had a good impression of Luo Tingzhu, but he felt more of her as a junior sister.

Luo Tingzhu showed some resistance, so Fang Ziye naturally asked her about it casually.

"Urology Department, Dean Wang's student! He's also a very accomplished doctoral student, strong in both clinical practice and basic research."

"If the urology department wants to keep someone the year after next—oh no, it's past New Year's Day now, let's say next year—he'll probably be the one."

"I didn't expect him to come to our lab." Qian Qiaofeng said, slightly puzzled, as he put down his phone, where the anime was still playing on silent.

Fang Ziye explained, "I came to help with the experiment at Zhu's invitation. I've never seen him before."

Qian Qiaofeng was taken aback upon hearing this: "No, I thought you and Junior Sister Tingzhu had a pretty good relationship, right? Tingzhu even asked him for help with an experiment?"

"Is there anything you can't do in terms of basic experiments?" Qian Qiaofeng was extremely surprised.

Someone who is highly praised by their senior should be capable of performing routine basic experiments. However, unconventional basic experiments require significant financial investment, not a matter of ability.

"I've been quite busy lately, so that's why my junior sister went to find someone else."

"Senior brother, you should be able to stay in the hospital now, right?" Fang Ziye asked. Although Qian Qiaofeng is only a second-year doctoral student, he is actually very popular with Associate Professor Hong Zili. It is estimated that in the future, Associate Professor Hong Zili will directly talk to the head of the thoracic surgery department to keep Qian Qiaofeng in the hospital.

"Me? I'll wait for the boss's instructions. I'll do whatever the boss tells me to do." Qian Qiaofeng didn't make any definitive statements, but what he meant was that he had already accumulated a lot of experience and was just waiting for an opportunity.

"Senior, please give me more guidance in the future. I'll probably be staying in the lab for a while."

"Regarding that experimental accident last time, you covered for me, Senior Brother Qian," Fang Ziye quickly clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Last time, when Luo heard Zhu mention the words "double flight," Fang Ziye was so frightened that he overturned the petri dish. Qian Qiaofeng happened to be in charge of laboratory safety.

"Hey, let's not talk about this anymore. From now on, we'll all be brothers, or at least fellow disciples."

"I wouldn't call it guidance, but if you want help, you'd better let me know in advance. I'm also a bit busy, mainly because my master is too busy." Qian Qiaofeng's response was also very honest.

"Okay, thank you, senior brother. I'll take it seriously then," Fang Ziye said with a forced smile.

"Of course it's true. Who has time to joke with you? You're undoubtedly Professor Deng's top student," Qian Qiaofeng praised Fang Ziye.

Then he said, "This Liu Tengyuan, I guess he was scared away by your and my senior's resumes. I heard from one of my juniors in our group that Liu Tengyuan came here specifically to teach Luo Tingzhu the experiments."

"Before he came, he asked him about Luo Tingzhu's basic situation."

"Senior brother, you're exaggerating too much. I don't dare to keep boasting and climbing the ranks anymore!" Fang Ziye wasn't particularly modest. He chatted with Qian Qiaofeng for a while longer and learned that Qian Qiaofeng was also a rather outstanding senior brother. Perhaps there would be opportunities to cooperate in the future.

Naturally, Fang Ziye knew that Qian Qiaofeng was probably really busy and had wanted his help for a long time. He even suggested that Fang Ziye could do some experiments for him when he had time, and that he could pay for them and later give Fang Ziye a secondary authorship.

"Senior brother, Professor Hong's article has been very beneficial to both of us as authors. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to say that we are authors of the same article?" Fang Ziye didn't think that being an author of the same article was too low, but rather whether it was appropriate.

“If it weren’t for Professor Deng standing in the way, my master would have wanted to bring you to the thoracic surgery department long ago, but he just couldn’t bring himself to make that suggestion because of Professor Deng’s influence.”

"I'm afraid of getting beaten up, but since we're all in the same big research group, everyone's easy to talk to," Qian Qiaofeng asked mysteriously.

"Huh?" Fang Ziye was taken aback.

"A powerful alliance, each getting what they need." Qian Qiaofeng gave a knowing look.

Fang Ziye suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Professor Deng Yong did miss the review process for the Outstanding Young Scientists Award, but Hong Zili was in his prime.

If Deng Yong wants to become a Yangtze River Scholar, then a collaboration with Associate Professor Hong Zili would indeed be a powerful combination.

For super-sized articles, as long as you are listed together, you will benefit from it and further enhance your influence.

Professor Deng Yong and Associate Professor Hong Zili are not in direct competition. Regardless of who gets promoted, the research group will have one more Yangtze River Scholar and Outstanding Young Scientist, which will make them stand out from the crowd.

When competing with other professors from universities across the country, resource integration is necessary.

"Senior brother, did you stuff this melon a little too big for me?" Fang Ziye asked.

“Others may not know, but you must know about Ziye!” Qian Qiaofeng said with a smile.

This means that Fang Ziye must have a place in Professor Deng's group, that formidable team of doctoral students; otherwise, the collaboration between Associate Professor Hong Zili and Professor Deng Yong would be a loss.

Fang Ziye quickly fled.

He couldn't quite see the world and perspectives of the big shots; he just wanted to do his own thing well, and for the time being, he was only thinking about helping his teacher get into a small prestigious academy, as a way of returning the favor.

Fang Ziye really didn't dare to think about anything else.

Outstanding Young Scientist? Yangtze River Scholar?
These are all highly influential figures nationwide, and once they step out into the world, they will be very important in the industry.

But still the same sentence.

Workload, workload, results, results—without results, everything is meaningless.

All kinds of achievements are welcome, ideally several Nature publications plus a few National Science and Technology Progress Awards (first prize), that would be a sure thing.

……

After resting for a while, Fang Ziye went back into the laboratory.

5:40 PM.

Jin Hongzhou called on everyone in the small group to start drawing lots to decide who would be on duty during the Spring Festival.

It all comes down to luck. Whether it's Fang Ziye, who had worked two years in the past, or his master's students like Li Yuanpei and Xiong Jinhuan, they are all subject to the same fate.

Fang Ziye's luck was neither particularly good nor bad.

The draw was on the second day of the Lunar New Year.

This means Fang Ziye can go home for the New Year, but he has to rush back on the first day of the Lunar New Year. In this way, he can spend the New Year at home.

I'll go home on the 29th, have a family reunion dinner on the 30th, and leave home again at noon on the first day of the new year.

However, after seeing Fang Ziye's schedule, Lan Tianlu took the initiative to suggest, "Senior brother, how about we switch? I'm on the fifth day of the lunar month, and your home is far away."

That's the advantage of having a junior brother, but how could Fang Ziye bully his junior brother? Lan Tianluo's home isn't even close; it's across provinces.

"It's okay, it's good to be able to go back for the New Year. Don't forget, I can go back to my hometown in April, it's less than an hour round trip." Fang Ziye didn't agree, put the scheduled work dates into his schedule, and went to the training room again, where he stayed for a short hour.

During that hour, Fang Ziye only performed a simple osteotomy.

My first thought was, this is fucking tough.

My second thought is that it's really tough without extra points.

However, there is a focus in the work.

The training camp for doctoral studies is over, but that can be addressed later. In the next few months, the priority is to improve all experimental techniques to level 4 as soon as possible, and then conduct experiments quickly and steadily. That's the fundamental goal.

While Fang Ziye was practicing, Luo Tingzhu wasn't in the practice room. Someone told Fang Ziye that Luo Tingzhu had gone to make a phone call, but Fang Ziye couldn't possibly eavesdrop, so he went back to the laboratory...

“Listen to Zhu, listen to me, come to Henan Province for the New Year. Xiao Tao also said he wants you to come back for the New Year. He was a little immature back then, but now he's grown up, so he wants you, his older sister, to come home for the New Year so we can all reunite…”

At this moment, Luo Tingzhu stood in the corridor of the laboratory, looking out the window, and said calmly, "Dad, but I've grown up too."

Luo Tingzhu's voice didn't break her defenses, but it was clear that the middle-aged man on the other end of the phone had.

He breathed softly for a while.

I haven't spoken for a long time.

Two full minutes later, the middle-aged man said in a very calm voice, "Tingzhu, you can blame your father, but don't blame Xiaotao."

“I don’t know if you feel that he stole your father, but back then, your mother and I made different choices and lived different lives. We didn’t separate because we argued.”

“Tingzhu, now that you’re all grown up, you should know that Xiaotao has never had a grandmother.”

Do you understand what I'm saying?

“He is innocent. As a grandmother, do you think it was right for my mother to do this?”

"Of course, as your grandmother, she is very good to you."

"The reason Xiao Tao told you how you came to our house was because he overheard someone talking to him like that."

“I don’t wish for you siblings to be able to live happily together, but at least you can keep in touch. It’s really unnecessary for you to be strangers in life and never have any contact with each other in death.”

"It's almost Chinese New Year, and I really want to see you."

"The reason you chose Han City before was so that it would be convenient to come back for the New Year, right?"

“I’m in Henan Province, your mother is in Hunan Province, and you’re right in the middle. I know all that, but there’s nothing I can do. It’s very difficult to force us to live together, you know that, Tingzhu?”

Luo Tingzhu replied, "Dad, there's really nothing difficult about it."

"That's fine as it is. I'm going to the practice room now. Let's talk again next time."

At this moment, Luo Tingzhu had neither a snack bag nor a bank card on her chest. These two things were things she could put down. They weren't something she was born with, but rather something that accompanied her throughout her life.

(End of this chapter)