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Chapter 133 The Bold Luo Tingzhu (Please Subscribe)

The object of learning does not necessarily have to be one's direct teacher. As long as there is something good, it can be absorbed and made one's own. This is learning, imitation, and application. This is practice.

Fang Ziye didn't pay much attention to the aftermath of this incident, but he heard from people in the lab that Professor Hong had given his student a rather profound lesson, making him understand the rules of the lab.

Stop showing off and get things done.

Fang Ziye's current task is to conduct experiments, accumulate workload, prepare the data and materials needed for publishing a major paper, and incidentally gain some academic knowledge.

Knowledge is very important. It will be the foundation for me to serve patients when I go to a prefecture-level city hospital. I need to save as much knowledge as possible for future use.

After all, in a prefecture-level city hospital, there may not be a top professor in the province like Professor Deng Yong to steer you, nor a veteran like Professor Li to provide a safety net.

Naturally, Fang Ziye devoted all his time to experimental operations. What he often heard his junior brother and Luo Tingzhu talking about was the old professors in the training room, who talked about it almost every day.

Hey, where did Ziye go?
Ziye didn't come again?

When will Ziye arrive?

What kind of scientific research is Ziye doing...?

Of course, Fang Ziye couldn't take such ramblings seriously.

In the era when these older professors were dominant, the atmosphere and level of importance attached to scientific research in China were not as high as they are now, nor was the competition as fierce. Back then, as long as doctors mastered surgical techniques and served patients well, they were considered good doctors.

But things are different now, especially in teaching hospitals and laboratories. The goal is to benchmark against innovation and creation, and to connect with the world. Therefore, scientific research is an indispensable part of this.

……

The benefits that immersive work brought to Fang Ziye were also very obvious.

Not to mention the large amount of work accumulated, he became a pillar in the group and Professor Deng Yong's large group in the future.

In terms of knowledge alone.

More than twenty days have passed, and on average, Fang Ziye has accumulated over forty knowledge points per day, including those from his own animal experiments. This means that in just one month, Fang Ziye has gathered over 1200 knowledge points – the total required for two complete level 4 skills!

That speed is absolutely incredible.

However, the result of such rapid progress in learning points is that Fang Ziye expects to complete the animal testing portion within at least a month and a half.

All the experimental data can be processed within two and a half months.

In other words, by mid-April, all that was left for Yuan Weihong and his team was to kill rats, remove the subcutaneous tumors and the tumors on the tibial plateau, and perform procedures such as sectioning and immunohistochemical staining to obtain relatively simple experimental results.

Of course, there are other, more in-depth experiments that can be conducted, but they are not currently within the scope of their experiments, so they don't have to go that far.

February 27th.

When Fang Ziye saw Senior Brother Duan Qingyun and Senior Brother Qian Qiaofeng, he greeted them with a big smile: "Senior Brother Duan, Senior Brother Qian."

However, it was clear that Senior Brother Duan and Senior Brother Qian were in a pretty good mood at the moment.

Qian Qiaofeng smiled at Fang Ziye and said, "Does Xiao Fang have good news to share?"

When Qian Qiaofeng asked Fang Ziye this question, Luo Tingzhu, who was sitting in the laboratory and had just finished her last small experiment in China, turned her head slightly and looked at Fang Ziye.

His gaze wandered slightly, a hint of reluctance lingering within it.

Yet, I was also somewhat lost in thought, feeling conflicted.

Although she had completed all the operations and left Fang Ziye with no burden, it was precisely because of this that she felt a sense of loss.

She has to leave tomorrow...

February is short, only twenty-eight days. She departs on the 28th, and will arrive in Los Angeles from China around the afternoon of the 1st. Then, adjusting to the time difference will take who knows how long…

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "Seeing my two senior brothers, isn't that a good thing?"

Although he didn't get many articles in Professor Hong Zili's group and occasionally had to help out, the two senior brothers were exceptionally skilled at it. The knowledge points they brought him every day were only a few points less than what he could get through his own efforts.

This is a huge amount of income.

And these two senior brothers, in particular, are the biggest bosses.

Naturally, Fang Ziye also helped his two senior brothers with several difficult operations, and they succeeded on the first try. This made the two of them realize the significance of why Hong Zili appointed Fang Ziye as the 'supervisor' of their small team's experimental operations.

Duan Qingyun, slightly overweight, with a cheerful-looking face, didn't hide anything and said, "Xiao Fang, Professor Hong has recently established a postdoctoral research station. I can confirm that you will be entering the station while simultaneously undergoing standardized residency training at the hospital."

"Congratulations, senior brother," Fang Ziye quickly offered his congratulations.

Being able to actually enter a postdoctoral research station and having the possibility of entering are completely different concepts.

"Are you free to have dinner together tonight?" Duan Qingyun paced back and forth like a penguin, his physique resembling someone who had just returned from Antarctica and hadn't yet changed his nature.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Not today, Senior Brother Duan, I have other plans for tonight."

Fang Ziye wasn't intoxicated. Tonight, Luo Tingzhu invited him over for dinner. Luo Tingzhu cooked herself, and this was the first time she had invited him to her rented apartment since the Lunar New Year.

I don't know if anyone else was invited, but Fang Ziye certainly couldn't be absent.

It's rare for my junior sister to take the initiative to invite me.

"That's a bit of a shame. It'll be less fun without you, Xiao Fang," Duan Qingyun said, disappointed.

Duan Qingyun and Fang Ziye had already dined together this month, with Duan Qingyun paying, but he wanted to invite them again.

Because Qian Qiaofeng couldn't drink, the other junior brothers couldn't even speak properly when they met him. They didn't know where the pressure came from, wondering if they looked that serious.

Fang Ziye was the only one I could talk to and get along with.

Could I really be the smiling tiger my junior brothers described?
But Duan Qingyun was doing this out of a sense of responsibility towards his fellow disciples.

"I'll send you the results tonight, Xiao Fang." Duan Qingyun was already used to it.

Fang Ziye is a reliable person. Last time when the research group published an article, although the impact factor was not high, they wanted to give Fang Ziye a co-first author paper, but Fang Ziye refused directly.

If they won't even take it if you offer it directly, then I'll have to force it on them.

Not only that, Fang Ziye helped him complete a set of operations in one go last time, saving the research group money and himself trouble. As a result, he can start preparing to write another article for a major journal before graduation, which is expected to be at least 20 points.

"Thank you for your hard work, Senior Brother." Fang Ziye bowed slightly.

There was feeding, and everything was explained clearly; Fang Ziye wasn't aloof at all.

Let whoever wants to be aloof be aloof, let them be aloof, I don't care if they misunderstand, as long as it doesn't fundamentally damage my reputation. Adding a 'quirk' label can make me improve rapidly, why don't you add another one?
Then he bid farewell to Duan Qingyun and Qian Qiaofeng and returned to where Luo Tingzhu was.

"Junior sister, want to go grocery shopping together? I'll do the grocery shopping today, and you can show off your cooking skills, okay?"

"You were the one who treated us to dinner last time!" Fang Ziye asked.

"Okay!" Luo Tingzhu nodded, her answer sounding slightly absent-minded.

Then the two left ahead of time, and no one saw them.

Even if they saw it, no one would say anything, since the houses Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu rented were facing the same direction.

The vegetable market...

At home, Fang Ziye helped wash the vegetables, then went to the living room and started working on the computer.

Fang Ziye himself is not very good at cooking. Although he did housework before junior high school, that was before junior high school.

Luo Tingzhu was in the kitchen, wielding a cleaver and chopping away...

Da da da……

An hour later, Fang Ziye had only processed less than one set of images. The main problem was that PRISM wasn't particularly user-friendly, but he could only work on it little by little.

While it's easy to publish long articles, writing them is extremely painful. Even the sentence structure and wording require constant refinement before they can be submitted.

Luo Tingzhu brought out the dishes, took off her apron, and said, "Senior brother, could you help me move the table?"

"Okay, I'll serve the dishes..." Fang Ziye quickly packed up his laptop and started moving the dining table.

They didn't ask why no one else had said something so unromantic.

After all, Luo Tingzhu is leaving tomorrow.

Luo Tingzhu brought out a plate of stir-fried pork with chili peppers, and Fang Ziye immediately followed with two other dishes: one was stir-fried cured pork with green chili peppers, and the other was fried blood cakes.

"It smells so good, Tingzhu, your cooking is excellent!" Fang Ziye praised.

Luo Tingzhu was clearing away the dishes: "When I was in junior high school, I studied in the town. At that time, my grandma often had to go out to work, so I cooked at home." "Actually, it's not that my cooking skills are good, it's that the ingredients are good enough..." Luo Tingzhu's face turned slightly red.

Fang Ziye then turned around and went into the kitchen, bringing out two more side dishes.

A serving of shredded potatoes, plus a serving of stir-fried cabbage with cured pork, makes up a meal that can barely be considered three meat dishes and two vegetable dishes.

After washing and drying her hands, Luo Tingzhu walked to the table and said, "Senior brother, thank you for your teaching over this period of time. It has enabled me to master the basic methods of cell experimentation relatively well."

"Otherwise, if we go abroad rashly, we won't know what we can do while we're there."

Luo Tingzhu is going to a laboratory abroad. The laboratory is an immersive learning and research environment, so she can't go empty-handed. It would be a waste of time to learn slowly later.

"Besides, I'm supposed to be treating you to a meal, but many of these ingredients were given to me by you." Luo Tingzhu sat upright, her voice gentle.

“Tingzhu, you are working very hard and learning very quickly.”

"Let's eat first. After we eat, you'll need to tidy up your things. Let's talk while we eat," Fang Ziye said, picking up his chopsticks first.

"it is good!"

After Fang Ziye started eating, he was instantly amazed.

He can cook some dishes himself, but his skills are far inferior to Luo Tingzhu's. After all, Fang Ziye hasn't cooked for many years, while Luo Tingzhu's cooking skills are quite delicious.

Luo Tingzhu did not maintain a ladylike demeanor, but she also did not wolf down her food.

"Senior brother, are you really going to agree to have dinner with Dr. Li and the others? You already know what they mean, there's no need to give them false hope," Luo Tingzhu asked.

After asking the question, she chewed slowly, patiently savoring the flavor, which was quite familiar to her hometown's cured meat.

If nothing unexpected happens, she won't be able to taste this flavor again for the next year.

"Go and take a look. We've invited you so many times, it's not good to keep refusing."

"As long as I can stick to my bottom line, that's fine," Fang Ziye said nonchalantly.

It's just having a meal with my senior classmates who are pursuing further studies. It's not like we're going to a den of thieves or tigers. We won't be eaten alive, leaving not even bones behind.

Upon hearing this, Luo Tingzhu nodded and smiled at Fang Ziye with narrowed eyes.

I wanted to say something, but in the end, I didn't say it.

Fang Ziye ate three large bowls in a row.

Then he went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, and only then did he see Luo Tingzhu go into the room to tidy up.

Fang Ziye even offered to help, and then said goodbye and left her doorstep at nine o'clock.

Luo Tingzhu didn't go far to see him off; Fang Ziye simply told her to get some rest.

Fang Ziye paused slightly after descending two floors.

Looking at the chat page, she saw that Luo Tingzhu was editing a message for her.

Looking at the chat interface where the other person is typing...

Fang Ziye proactively replied, "Be careful after you go abroad, but you've already contacted a familiar senior sister who will pick you up, so there shouldn't be any problems."

"Yes, I will, senior brother," Luo Tingzhu replied at the end.

"Get some rest. Only when you're well-rested will you have the motivation to go abroad and fight monsters..." Fang Ziye said this playfully, and strode downstairs.

The apartment building has six floors, and Luo Tingzhu lives on the fifth floor.

How could Fang Ziye not realize that Luo Tingzhu's departure would last for a year, or at least half a year?

In the past six months, he has stopped seeing her doing experiments with him or collaborating with him. He no longer sees her carrying a bag of snacks, nor does he enjoy the occasional treats she gives him. Furthermore, no junior female student has taken the initiative to do experiments for him or help him book a workbench in the lab or practice room.

No one would help him go to the practice room to prepare materials for practicing his skills anymore.

However, Fang Ziye felt that he couldn't be too emotional, otherwise, what would happen to Luo Tingzhu if she really didn't go abroad?
Fang Ziye couldn't guarantee what kind of future he could offer Luo Tingzhu if she couldn't find a good job and couldn't stay at the hospital.

If you don't have the skills, don't take on the job.

The rich can rely on their inherent wealth, while the poor can only rely on ingenuity or hard work.

Fang Ziye could never do something like selling the future.

Life is all about taking it one step at a time. Sometimes, having more relationships only creates more entanglements, even if the final outcome isn't good.

But whose life is without regrets?
Rather than finding a beautiful girlfriend, Fang Ziye prefers to establish his career first before considering such things.

"Senior, are you really going to the Gallo Branch Medical Center too? You could actually choose something better," Luo Tingzhu asked.

UCLA Medical Center, or UCLA in its full name, is located in Los Angeles, the area with the largest concentration of Chinese people.

This is because Luo Tingzhu's own reserves are insufficient, but Fang Ziye can choose a better place when he goes abroad.

"Yeah, it's pretty good here. I'm mainly here to learn, not to get medical treatment," Fang Ziye replied.

Not actively trying to get involved doesn't mean you don't have any feelings for someone; it just means you don't need to be too direct.

If there is truly an opportunity, a gentle hint is sufficient.

Fang Ziye doesn't have much of a future to sell.

As his mentor Yuan Weihong once said, Yuan Weihong is at his most vulnerable now, but Fang Ziye, as a man, knows that he is at his most vulnerable now.

Looking to the future, Fang Ziye does feel that his future is promising, but he himself cannot accurately estimate this future, so how can he sell it?

"Pah, pah, pah." Luo Tingzhu sent three words.

“I think I’m planning to come to Los Angeles at the end of August,” Fang Ziye said.

"Yes, I know." Luo Tingzhu's words were brief.

Fang Ziye didn't reply again. Instead, as he walked towards his rented room, he glanced up at the sky.

It was almost March, a time when springtime should be in full bloom, but Fang Ziye felt the air was still a bit dry, and his nasal cavity was inexplicably sore...

But what?

But in reality, there's no such thing as "what ifs".

……

Regardless, time still flies by.

The next day, not many people saw Luo Tingzhu off at the airport; only Fang Ziye, Jie Han, and Yan Zhiming were present. Not many people were needed.

Even Lan Tianluo was excluded from Luo Tingzhu's farewell party, but after Fang Ziye and the others got into the car, only Fang Ziye knew that Lan Tianluo had arrived at the airport the night before to wait.

At this moment, Lan Tianluo is hiding in some obscure corner.

He wouldn't show up; he would just quietly see his sister off.

With three people accompanying her, Luo Tingzhu's luggage was no problem at all.

Upon arrival at the airport, Fang Ziye and Jie Han quickly pushed them to the baggage check-in area.

There are no direct flights from Wuhan to Los Angeles, so Luo Tingzhu needs to make a transfer, but this is not an impossible or challenging task for her.

Everyone assumed that Luo Tingzhu would talk to them for a while longer before turning around and going inside.

Yan Zhiming was still explaining something to Luo Tingzhu: "Tingzhu, after you arrive at the airport, your master gave you a contact number. This is someone you can contact. He's a student of a professor your internal medicine master knows, and he's currently also going abroad from the medical center you're going to..."

However, Luo Tingzhu suddenly turned around very boldly and hugged Fang Ziye.

This process only takes three seconds!

For those three seconds, Yan Zhiming's voice continued, but the last few syllables became somewhat disordered.

Jie Han, standing next to him, assumed a standing-at-attention posture, before he could even take a break.

Fang Ziye hadn't even had a chance to properly savor the soft fragrance in his arms and the lingering, faint scent of her body...

Then, Luo Tingzhu ran off with her schoolbag and snack bag on her back. Since her luggage had already been checked in, she had no burdens and ran as fast as she could...

Moreover, today she deliberately wore a large hat that covered her head, making it impossible to see her rosy earlobes and neck.

(End of this chapter)