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Chapter 127 The Coffin Formula That the Teacher Couldn't Suppress (Please Subscribe)
In the afternoon, Yuan Weihong took Fang Ziye to his parents' house.

It was quite far from Zhongnan Hospital, in Hanyang District. The buildings in the residential area weren't very tall, and there was almost no property management. Yet, as his master walked from the outside in, he encountered at least a dozen groups of acquaintances.

I guess they grew up in the courtyard.

"Weihong, who is this young man?" One of the people in the group asked, sitting on the first floor playing mahjong over a stove.

“My student,” Yuan Weihong said, head held high and chest out, his voice deep and resonant.

The person opposite chuckled: "You're not a teacher, so where did you get these students from? Your wife's students, right?"

Yuan Weihong paused for a moment, unsure how to explain: "You have such good eyesight! I'll head back now."

Not enough words to speculate.

Upon arriving at his home, Yuan Weihong enthusiastically introduced Fang Ziye to everyone, as if he were bringing home a godson. His wife, judging from Yuan Weihong's expression, knew that Fang Ziye had probably given Yuan Weihong a good meal, and she also greeted him warmly.

Sunflower seeds and peanuts are indispensable, and fruits and drinks are also plentiful...

That evening, Yuan Weihong also left home. As the son and husband of the family, he had used up all his time with them. In the next few days, it would be his turn to visit each family member in turn.

This was the first time Fang Ziye had witnessed the code of conduct in the workplace alongside Deng Yong.

The first place Yuan Weihong took Fang Ziye to was the home of Professor Deng Yong, his direct superior. They brought two bottles of good wine, but nothing else...

The second stop was Professor Han Yuanxiao's home. Han Yuanxiao is currently the acting director of the ward, at least in name, the head of the department, so he still had to be given face. Yuan Weihong carried the same amount of things as when he went to Deng Yong's home.

None of them stayed long. Then came Professor Dong Yaohui, the former director, and Professor Li Guohua...

For three days in a row, Fang Ziye spent almost all his time in this atmosphere. When he came downstairs from the last unknown professor's house, Fang Ziye asked, "Master, shall we go to the next stop?"

Yuan Weihong shook his head: "No need to go, Ziye."

That's life. There are its share of messy moments, but also its most exciting ones.

Yuan Weihong shifted the gear to D, warmed up the car, and then stepped on the gas.

Fang Ziye seemed to understand, but he also felt that teachers had a tough job. After a period of silence, Yuan Weihong said, "You can just visit people in advance to get acquainted with them. You don't need to bring anything."

"Professors generally won't accept gifts from you. It's not proper for them to do so. Even if you give them, they might not accept them. So you should think carefully about this principle when you give gifts in the future."

“Of course, I don’t want you to follow the same path as me,” Yuan Weihong added at the end.

Fang Ziye looked up and bluntly asked, "Master, are you talking about the advisor?"

The only thing Fang Ziye could think of that Yuan Weihong needed to work hard to make up for was this.

"Yes, but not entirely. Never mind, I won't say anymore. You can figure it out slowly later."

"Anyway, you have to believe one thing: people who accept your gifts when you don't ask for favors are either swindlers or they think highly of you."

"This is the workplace."

Yuan Weihong taught by example.

Today is the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, and after the sixth day, it will be the official start of work, and various animal laboratories and animal testing centers will soon open.

On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Yuan Weihong told Professor Deng Yong that he and Fang Ziye would be working part-time on animal experiments. He told them to call him if they needed any special instructions. Otherwise, Yuan Weihong wouldn't be spending much time in the department throughout February.

Therefore, at the end of February, when students start school, Yuan Weihong will still have teaching duties and will definitely not be able to free up his time.

Yuan Weihong dropped Fang Ziye off at the hospital entrance and then drove away without offering any further invitations.

But this meant that Fang Ziye's family had a pig leg that they originally planned to give to Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan and Associate Professor Hong Zili, but now they had nowhere to send it.

Yuan Weihong accepted Fang Ziye's gift without any hesitation, as did Deng Yong. However, Yuan Weihong said that it would be best not to send anything to Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan and Associate Professor Hong Zili for the time being, so Fang Ziye stopped bothering with it.

Back home, Fang Ziye decided to give one of the cured pork legs to Luo Tingzhu. However, when he sent Luo Tingzhu a message, she seemed to be away from home and did not reply for a long time.

Just as Fang Ziye was wondering whether to make a call, he suddenly saw that Lan Tianluo and Jie Han, who had returned home for the New Year, had each sent him a message.

"Senior brother, come quick! Senior Sister Tingzhu's wound cleaning technique has improved too. Many fellow disciples are watching in the training room." This was Jie Han's tone.

Lan Tianluo's message read: "Senior brother, senior sister has broken through again and is going to treat us to a meal."

Fang Ziye looked at it and smiled.

Lan Tianluo is really good at pretending. If Luo Tingzhu hadn't told him, he really wouldn't have been able to figure out what connection Lan Tianluo and Luo Tingzhu had.

Do they have anything in common?
They don't look alike, and Lan Tianluo isn't as good-looking as Luo Tingzhu, except they're both very smart...

They're all very smart!

As Fang Ziye was leaving, his hand froze as he pulled the door open—

Therefore, Lan Tianluo's choice of Zhongnan Hospital of Wuhan University was not a random selection from across the country as the starting point for his pursuit of his medical dream, but rather a deliberate one.

Furthermore, the reason why Lan Tianluo came this year instead of changing his major earlier was that he knew Luo Tingzhu had been wronged at Zhongnan Hospital.

You know, no matter how bad a girl's temper is, it's never as crazy as a man's when he's angry.

If Lan Tianluo encountered the same situation, or if such a thing happened while Lan Tianluo was in Han City, it would be possible to simply exchange one for one.

Fang Ziye even wondered if Lan Tianluo, a mathematics major, had switched to clinical medicine because he already had a backup plan—

I'm not going to be a doctor, I'm going to be a mathematician, are you scared yet?

Of course, there may be some details that I am unaware of, but they are not important.

When Fang Ziye arrived at the training room, there were quite a few people there.

Basically, everyone in the group except for Shu Lang, who was on duty, and Sun Shaoqing, who had already "graduated," came. Even the academic doctoral students who had been hanging around the lab for a long time came to the practice room to see the genius junior sister who excelled in both scientific research and clinical practice.

However, Fang Ziye noticed that Luo Tingzhu seemed to have not only reached a high level of proficiency in debridement at level 3, but also had unknowingly caught up with his current progress in manual reduction of joint dislocations.

It’s really amazing!

Fang Ziye did not stand at the very front, but at the very back, silently watching Luo Tingzhu complete her wound cleaning practice, and then applauded enthusiastically.

Surrounded by onlookers, Luo Tingzhu took off her gloves, a little embarrassed, and said, "Thank you, senior brothers, thank you, junior brothers..."

Wang Yuanqi then egged them on: "Junior sister, you have to treat us to a meal! Not only did you get a full scholarship to study abroad, but your training in the practice room has also improved rapidly. We're all waiting to take advantage of you."

Gu Yi nodded seriously: "Tingzhu, it's time to treat everyone to a meal. It's a good opportunity for us fellow disciples to get together."

Dong Wenqiang and Xue Cao also expressed their opinions.

Fang Ziye remained silent, but as Luo Tingzhu's expression shifted between surprise and complex emotions, he turned his gaze toward Lan Tianluo's direction.

Lan Tianluo remained quietly hidden in the crowd, completely inconspicuous.

Fang Ziye silently gave him a thumbs up. This younger brother is really smart. He gave Luo Tingzhu a "personality" reunion that she could accept in this way. It's not something that ordinary people can think of or arrange.

As for why Lan Tianluo was able to arrange it, Jie Han now acts like a subordinate in front of Lan Tianluo. How could others not see Lan Tianluo's extraordinary abilities?
With Yuan Weihong's coordination, Lan Tianluo has become the ultimate data management master in the group. In other words, before each person in the group publishes an article, it is best to let Lan Tianluo take a look at whether the data can be better visualized to improve the article's quality and get it published in a journal with an impact factor of one or two.

Luo Tingzhu couldn't refuse, and the group of people went to a barbecue restaurant on Han Street, which was essentially a team-building activity for the whole group.

Three tables were pushed together to form a long table. The barbecue portions were quite generous. Those who could drink beer drank beer, while those who couldn't drank soft drinks...

No one got drunk that night, except for Luo Tingzhu, who boldly tried a bottle of beer and became dizzy again.

With a flushed face and squinting eyes, she enjoyed the cheerful atmosphere, occasionally glancing in Fang Ziye's direction.

The party ended at around 10:40 p.m.

Originally, Senior Brother Yan Zhiming had already secretly paid the bill, but Luo Tingzhu still insisted on transferring the money over, and then the group separated and went home in batches.

Naturally, Fang Ziye, Jie Han, Lan Tianluo, and Luo Tingzhu, who was temporarily assigned to Yuan Weihong's group by Deng Yong, formed a small team of four, enough to share a car.

Kelan Tianluo and Jie Han are such sensible people; they made plans to go to an internet cafe to play games soon after leaving home.

Luo Tingzhu was a little dazed, so Fang Ziye quickly hailed a passing taxi and helped her into the car. After she was seated, Fang Ziye sat down in the door seat.

"Master, Zhongnan Hospital," Fang Ziye said to his master, pointing to the landmark.

Fang Ziye could have gotten off earlier, but he was too lazy to take the back roads.

"Okay." The driver turned around and glanced at Luo Tingzhu, then looked at Fang Ziye with a hint of envy, as if Fang Ziye had picked up a very high-quality girl while she was drunk. "Junior sister, are you not drunk?" Fang Ziye asked.

Luo Tingzhu shook her head: "It's alright."

This was the second time Fang Ziye had seen Luo Tingzhu drinking, so he didn't say anything more.

It wasn't until after we got off the bus, on the path leading from the emergency department and orthopedic building of Zhongnan Hospital to the sports field, that Fang Ziye turned his head and said, "It's still New Year until the end of the first month of the lunar calendar. Happy New Year."

Luo Tingzhu whispered, "Happy New Year to you, Senior Brother."

Her voice trembled with emotion, and her eyes seemed to be glistening.

As the cold wind blew, she tilted her head back, swayed from side to side, and forced her tears back, looking rather simple-minded.

She wore a white down jacket with a hood, looking like a white angel in the night, pure and flawless.

"You should drink less in the future. I guess you're allergic to alcohol." Fang Ziye had rarely seen someone who couldn't drink a drop of alcohol.

After all, in Fang Ziye's hometown, most of the female classmates who graduated from high school could drink, and a small portion of them could even make Fang Ziye pass out after drinking half of what he could drink.

“Okay, senior brother.” Luo Tingzhu nodded.

As she walked forward, she turned her head to look at Fang Ziye's profile and said, "Senior, you might need to help me complete some follow-up experiments for my project. After I went abroad, I couldn't get into the lab for a year, and I'm afraid my project won't be completed."

"No problem." Fang Ziye made an OK sign.

Luo Tingzhu was happy to hear this and said playfully, "Senior brother, I surpassed you in the training room. You have to work hard to catch up!"

Fang Ziye thought to himself, "If you hadn't flaunted your rich girl persona, I probably would have started pursuing you a long time ago."

But Fang Ziye did not respond to this point.

Instead, he explained, "The research topic I'm currently working on doesn't allow for adding my name. Even if I were to add it, it would be insignificant."

Fang Ziye felt a little apologetic.

Because in his initial plan, Luo Tingzhu was supposed to have a co-first authorship, with Yuan Weihong as the corresponding author, and he and Luo Tingzhu as co-first authors, while the two junior brothers were the second or third authors, making each of them highly valuable.

With Deng Yong and Associate Professor Hong Zili suddenly barging in, Fang Ziye no longer had the means to secure a better position for Luo Tingzhu.

But in fact, Luo Tingzhu helped a lot with this experimental group.

"It's alright, senior. I have my own research direction." Luo Tingzhu had never even considered this direction.

After walking for a while, Fang Ziye still took Luo Tingzhu back to her rented house.

After arranging a cup of tea for her to sober up, Fang Ziye didn't linger.

Instead, she explained, "Tingzhu, I'm going back now. Tomorrow I'll start animal experiments, and I won't be in the lab until around 4 or 7 pm."

"you should also rest earlier."

Luo Tingzhu also stood up to see him off: "Okay, senior brother."

Fang Ziye turned and took two steps, and Luo Tingzhu said again, "Thank you, senior brother. Please thank Lan Tianluo for me as well. I know that most of the people here today were invited by him."

Fang Ziye had already pushed open the door and stepped outside.

"Why don't you just say it yourself?" Fang Ziye asked.

"I can't say it." In an instant, Luo Tingzhu seemed to have torn down all her defenses, standing honestly and clearly in front of Fang Ziye. She revealed the first layer of her inner conflict: I am a child from such a family of origin.

"It's okay, you'll get used to it eventually. Get some rest and don't stay up late."

"Huh?" Luo Tingzhu was slightly surprised.

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "You don't know that I have a very good relationship with the senior professors in the department. Don't stay up all night in the practice room to numb yourself."

Luo Tingzhu needs practice materials to practice in the training room.

The professors, having nothing else to do, spent time with a gifted young girl even during the Chinese New Year, except when they went home in the evenings.

However, they also knew exactly how much training Luo Tingzhu did every day.

"Many people care about you, but they haven't found a suitable way to do so, for fear of being abrupt and presumptuous."

"If you still don't want to go home for the Spring Festival next year, we can celebrate it together," Fang Ziye made a promise to Luo Tingzhu.

Luo Tingzhu was slightly taken aback: "We're celebrating the New Year together?"

"I plan to go abroad in September." Fang Ziye went down the stairs without explaining anything further.

But if Luo Tingzhu were smart enough, she would know that if 3-8 is considered half a year, then 9-3 is another half-year cycle, and Fang Ziye only plans to go abroad for half a year.

Fang Ziye also took the first step, but left Luo Tingzhu with a sturdy and decisive back view.

Luo Tingzhu stared for a full minute before silently turning around and returning to the house.

He looked left and right, then smiled as he looked out the window.

In that instant, she felt incredibly happy. She had fulfilled her promise to her grandmother. She felt that Han City was increasingly giving her a different kind of home. Although it was different from the home her grandmother lived in, it was much more relaxed and comfortable than her uncle's home or her parents' remarried home.

Luo Tingzhu was slightly puzzled. She could clearly feel Fang Ziye's concern, but he always kept a cold and distant attitude, which made her feel particularly uneasy.

She's not just driven by curiosity anymore...

The seventh day of the first lunar month is February 8th.

Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye were both full of confidence as they headed to a relatively large animal testing center where Yuan Weihong had frequently conducted experiments before.

Although Zhongnan Hospital also has an animal testing floor, the animal testing building here is not as standardized or as comprehensive in terms of the types of animals as the large animal testing center there.

After all, in large animal testing centers, apart from animals that cannot be used for experiments, there are resources and sources for other animals such as cattle, horses, sheep, and pigs, and they are guaranteed to meet animal testing standards.

However, after only one morning, Yuan Weihong couldn't hold back any longer.

He threw away the syringe used for the subcutaneous tumor formation test after the tibial plateau tumor loading test, his face full of satisfaction mixed with an expression that said, "I'm such a useless piece of trash."

“I knew it!~~~” Yuan Weihong drew out those four words for a long time.

"I can't play anymore."

Yuan Weihong walked away from the control panel, turning back three times as he went, his gaze towards Fang Ziye filled with complex emotions.

Fang Ziye, looking slightly conflicted, said, "Master, could you do it again? I didn't do a very good job."

Fang Ziye knew that Yuan Weihong's mentor's composure had been shattered in an instant because of him. Fang Ziye had only thought that the more outstanding he was, the happier his teacher would be. Who knew that Yuan Weihong would break down in less than an hour?

pretend?

I don't want you to pretend.

Yuan Weihong, seething with resentment, pointed at Fang Ziye from a distance while taking off his gloves: "What the hell are you, some coffin lid that just fell off and you ran out of there?"

Fang Ziye stood up playfully and bowed slightly in the direction Yuan Weihong had left: "It was Master who helped me push the coffin lid open, otherwise I would still be living in darkness forever."

Yuan Weihong took a deep breath, almost inhaling away the stench of rat urine in the lab, and his tone returned to formality: "Then I'm really leaving. From now on, I'll be a hands-off manager and provide you with guidance on direction!"

“Yes, Master.” Fang Ziye nodded.

But then, as Yuan Weihong left, he dialed someone's number.

"Hey, hey hey, yes, yes, it's me."

"Brother Cong, I'm busy."

"I have a question for you. This animal experiment can reach absolute maturity in just one day. What does that mean? Huh? Who is it? My good-for-nothing student."

"Don't hang it! Hey!~"

Fang Ziye: "..."

Beihai Yiye is definitely overrated.

(End of this chapter)