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Chapter 134 Poverty (Please Subscribe)

Fang Ziye was stunned, partly because of Luo Tingzhu's boldness, and partly because he was savoring the moment when the fragrance filled his arms, as if he were lingering in a sense of nostalgia.

About ten seconds later, Jie Han snapped out of his shock and turned his head away.

She kept making "uh-huh" sounds to ease the inner turmoil.

It's so embarrassing to look at; it seems a little shameless.

Of course, Jie Han was still struggling with this. He had been beaten up by Lan Tianluo earlier because he had forgotten to explain to Fang Ziye the relationship between Luo Tingzhu and Lan Tianluo.

The fight was brutal, but in the end, Jie Han was left with nothing but resentment; his senior sister had fallen for him…

Yan Zhiming scratched his head, neither surprised nor particularly surprised.

Then, winking at Fang Ziye, she said softly, "Go on, what are you waiting for?"

Fang Ziye, however, made a shushing gesture towards Yan Zhiming.

Tell Yan Zhiming not to make a fuss for now, since Luo Tingzhu hasn't gone very far.

He had to wait until Luo Tingzhu entered the waiting area before he went in, because he would accompany Luo Tingzhu all the way to Shanghai, and after he handed her luggage to the check-in counter, Fang Ziye would come back on his own...

About ten minutes later, Luo Tingzhu reached the front of the line, turned around and waved her little paws, then stepped into the security checkpoint.

Fang Ziye then said, "Senior brother, Jie Han, you should go back first. I need to take a day trip to and from Shanghai."

“Go!” Yan Zhiming turned around generously.

He gave Jie Han, who was reluctant to turn away, a tight hug, but he wasn't angry.

It's impossible to scold or lecture her. A beautiful lady is sought after by gentlemen, and Jie Han also has the right to like his senior sister. However, since they already have mutual affection, you should just go about your business...

Fang Ziye did not rush to have his ticket checked, but patiently sat down for a while.

About fifteen minutes later, Lan Tianluo, who had slightly fair skin and a medium build, appeared next to Fang Ziye with a grin. He called out "Senior Brother" in a slightly lewd voice and sat down next to Fang Ziye.

"Where were you just now? Tingzhu ran too fast, I couldn't give her any hints." Fang Ziye explained to Lan Tianluo that it wasn't that he didn't want to help.

"There's no need, senior brother. Senior sister seems to be doing quite well now," Lan Tianluo said after thinking for a moment, his voice slightly delicate.

"You and we haven't changed how we address each other?" Fang Ziye patted Lan Tianluo on the shoulder, suddenly realizing that his half-brother had had a tough time.

Lan Tianluo's original name was Luo Tinglan.

Lan Tianluo didn't answer Fang Ziye's question, but instead asked, "Senior brother, do you know about holiday loneliness? Some people also call it holiday depression."

Fang Ziye tilted his head, his eyes full of doubt.

To be honest, Fang Ziye had some understanding of autism and depression, as they fall under the categories of psychology and psychiatry and are considered mental disorders. However, the addition of a holiday made Fang Ziye somewhat confused.

However, after Lan Tianluo mentioned it, Fang Ziye seemed to realize that Luo Tingzhu had "voluntarily disappeared" during the days of the Little New Year and the Spring Festival.

As for holidays like the Dragon Boat Festival and the Mid-Autumn Festival, Fang Ziye didn't really know what Luo Tingzhu's mental state was like.

"You mean, Tingzhu has holiday loneliness?" Fang Ziye asked.

“Yes.” Lan Tianluo nodded.

"Because I've seen her many times outside my dad's workplace," Lan Tianluo said again, making a startling statement.

Fang Ziye felt a strange pang in his heart.

It's easy to imagine a girl running off to an unfamiliar environment, silently waiting for someone she knows, to spend a holiday with someone she doesn't know, but secretly hiding and not daring to show herself.

Then, Fang Ziye continued, "No, Tianluo, didn't I see that you two got along quite well? Did you and Luo Tingzhu collaborate on two bioinformatics analyses?"

……

As Fang Ziye went through the ticket check and entered the station, his mind was filled with a label that Lan Tianluo had given Luo Tingzhu—

Seek guidance, not weakness.

Fang Ziye didn't think much of it and strode into the gate 22.

Feeling bored, or rather, a little nervous, Luo Tingzhu didn't know what to do. So she sat with her legs together, holding her phone in both hands, and looked in the direction Fang Ziye was coming from, her whole body slightly dazed.

Her eyes were wide open at this moment. After the phone was released from her hand, it drooped on the light blue hem of her skirt, pressing wrinkles into the otherwise smooth fabric.

Luo Tingzhu was wearing a mask, and as Fang Ziye gradually approached, all that could be seen in her eyes was her pupils.

As Fang Ziye left, he touched his nose, slowly walked over and sat down next to Luo Tingzhu, then took out the tickets he had bought and handed them to Luo Tingzhu.

"I'll take you to Shanghai and be your free porter," Fang Ziye said in a low voice.

Luo Tingzhu nervously straightened herself up, turning slightly away from Fang Ziye by about fifteen degrees. Then, Luo Tingzhu turned her head to look at Fang Ziye again, and froze like a groundhog, her cheeks starting to blush.

Heaven have mercy! Luo Tingzhu thought she wouldn't see Fang Ziye for at least six months to a year, which is why she was so bold as to hug him. Then she could escape the crowds she knew and plunge into the unfamiliar crowd.

Anyway, nobody knows anyone else.

Then, Luo Tingzhu found that Fang Ziye had reappeared in front of her, as if he wanted to corner her and leave her with nowhere to escape.

The previous hug had exhausted the courage that Luo Tingzhu had been building up for over a month. Now, Luo Tingzhu was mentally exhausted and in a bad state.

"Junior sister, are you alright?" Fang Ziye asked as he saw Luo Tingzhu's face slowly turn from blushing to pale.

Luo Tingzhu shook her head, her whole body jolting as if she had just been pulled out of the darkness.

"Senior brother, you..."

“Me.” Luo Tingzhu pointed to the two people.

"I was just thinking of giving you a ride a little further, since I've never been to Shanghai before, and I wanted to broaden my horizons," Fang Ziye replied.

It took Luo Tingzhu a good ten seconds to slowly nod and accept this fact.

His complexion and expression gradually returned to normal.

Fang Ziye then took out a rather exquisite small package from his left pocket: "I also brought you a small gift. Keep it for now, don't open it right away."

"What is it?" Luo Tingzhu took it with both hands and asked without opening her mouth.

"Open it when you have time, and you'll know for sure." Fang Ziye kept it a secret for a moment, but bravely took the first step.

In fact, Fang Ziye had recently consulted his master about this matter.

However, Fang Ziye's master's analysis for him was that, from the perspective of freedom, he should follow his feelings.

From a professional perspective, and following the best-choice approach, in Han City or any other city, there is no shortage of girls from very wealthy families who are also of high personal quality and character, and who would be happy to find a potential partner.

Moreover, most families nowadays have only one child.

Furthermore, relationships with such girls are more likely to blossom into love, rather than simply being a casual arrangement.

Yuan Weihong did not recommend any specific options to Fang Ziye; he simply listed these two choices for him.

After considering it for about ten days, Fang Ziye made his own decision deep in his heart: he wanted to follow his feelings.

Fang Ziye felt that, from a professional and career perspective, having Yuan Weihong as a powerful ally was enough, and with the panel on his computer, even if things didn't go well, he could still make a living.

The second option listed by Yuan Weihong is certainly good. It allows you to work much less for many years, and you can even be carefree about money. Moreover, if you work hard enough, you can also have status and equality.

But everyone has to live for themselves at least once, even if they fail, it doesn't matter.

Luo Tingzhu first put the gift box into her snack bag. She had already passed through security, so there was no need for another security check at this time, and she could put things in her bag without worry.

After carefully storing it away, Luo Tingzhu asked again, "Senior brother, may I ask why you sometimes act strangely? Do you understand what I mean?"

After asking the question, Luo Tingzhu became extremely nervous.

She felt like she had used up all the courage she had accumulated over the past few years, and she had boldly taken this step.

“Some people always flaunt their wealth to me, whether intentionally or unintentionally. Although I’m not particularly chauvinistic, I still need to know how to assess the situation.”

"You might not know what I went through a few years ago," Fang Ziye stated, revealing the secret without hesitation. Luo Tingzhu didn't speak, but her brow furrowed slightly. She glanced at Fang Ziye like a little hamster, thinking to herself, "Dad, you're lying..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore. It's not easy for an ordinary person to get a degree in a place like Zhongnan Hospital. Someone like you can never understand the pressure of not being able to graduate," Fang Ziye complained.

Luo Tingzhu smiled slightly...

The two sat there silently, neither of them speaking again.

……

That afternoon at 14:50 PM, after Luo Tingzhu entered the airport through the boarding gate, Fang Ziye truly said goodbye to her.

This time, Fang Ziye saw Luo Tingzhu off at the gate for her flight to Los Angeles, and that was the last time they said goodbye.

Naturally, Fang Ziye also bought a plane ticket for half an hour later and returned to the airport.

No specific agreement was made, but deep down, Fang Ziye felt a sense of security.

There's no need to say it aloud.

Across the ocean, thousands of miles apart, in a foreign land!
Regardless of the factor, it's not really suitable to define a relationship, as it would only put too much pressure on both people, creating a tangled connection.

If we're meant to be, let's continue on this path together; if not, then so be it.

Naturally, Fang Ziye was also a little worried about taking this step. After going abroad, he would be surrounded by temptations, not to mention money, he might encounter things even more tempting than money.

Yuan Weihong, who had experience studying abroad, once explained this point to Fang Ziye.

If there is no fate, then it doesn't matter. Fang Ziye has done his best.

Even after seeing someone off for a thousand miles, we must eventually part ways.

Luo Tingzhu sent Fang Ziye a message at the last minute before takeoff. She had opened the gift box Fang Ziye had given her and taken a picture of the short-sectioned Solomon's seal in her palm.

He also sent a smiley face: "According to what I read online, senior brother, the way you send gifts is a sign of terminal male chauvinism."

"Let them say it online. I don't have much to give away, and my own earnings are limited."

Fang Ziye's opinion cannot be denied.

Fang Ziye himself felt that he was a bit of a chauvinist. He didn't know how to please a girl, let alone know or have ever thought about how to be in a relationship.

Fang Ziye's biggest thought right now is to settle down and get a job.

Because of his rural family background, Fang Ziye never had the leisure to think about romance. There was no way he could afford to even rent a hotel room. That was the reality.

Given his family circumstances, Fang Ziye didn't want to settle for a mediocre life at a prefecture-level city hospital, so he naturally had to push himself to improve...

Fang Ziye's return journey only takes an hour and a half, but Luo Tingzhu's journey to the destination takes more than twenty hours, making it virtually impossible to make contact.

After doing all that, Fang Ziye checked his bank card again, and the balance was only 1332.
Naturally, the gift he bought for Luo Tingzhu was not given by his parents, but by Yuan Weihong and Professor Deng Yong, who gave him a month's labor subsidy, totaling three thousand silver dollars.

If Fang Ziye had told his family about the money his teachers had given him, they might not have had to pay for his living expenses for more than two months. But if he hadn't told them, his elderly father would have had to continue to provide him with financial assistance.

A professional master's student who wants to study properly needs a private space; it's not very reliable to study and write papers in a dormitory.

Under the previous conditions, Fang Ziye would not have been able to save any money from his own subsidies.

Fang Ziye is still an ordinary master's student, but in orthopedics, he seems a little less ordinary.

After getting off the plane, Fang Ziye took a taxi directly to the animal laboratory.

He said, "Master, I will be at the animal laboratory in about forty minutes. You can set off now."

The airport in Han City is quite far from the city center, so Fang Ziye decided to take a taxi in order to save time.

Today, Fang Ziye's schedule includes sending Luo Tingzhu to school and continuing animal experiments, as he doesn't want to waste a single moment.

“Okay, I’ll have Dong Wenqiang go with me right away. We’ll go and fix the cycle progress of the mice you’ve done.” Yuan Weihong nodded immediately.

Although he didn't personally conduct the experiments, it didn't mean he didn't care. On the contrary, if Fang Ziye needed anything, he would immediately step in to solve the problem and would even coordinate manpower in advance.

Fang Ziye thought to himself, "You've called for help? I was planning to ask Senior Brother Xue Cao for assistance."

However, since the master has called for people, the people Yuan Weihong called should be the main ones.

Today, the experiment they are going to conduct is to take pictures of the bone tumors of the first batch of treated mice using an animal-specific X-ray machine to establish preliminary evidence.

There are many details involved in animal experiments, some rough and some meticulous.

If Fang Ziye's team wants to publish in top-tier journals, they naturally need to work meticulously and do everything to the best of their ability. Although this is somewhat expensive, it results in a higher level of evidence and higher quality evidence.

A busy and fulfilling night of experimental procedures has come to an end.

It was already past 11 p.m.

Although taking photos is simple, finding the right angle and exporting the data is not easy.

The staff operating the radiology equipment in the animal laboratory were also unfamiliar with it, and made frequent mistakes during the photo-taking process, failing to meet Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong's expectations, even though their standards were quite high.

If you want to do it, do it yourself, do it according to your freedom.

Naturally, it will be more tiring.

After leaving the lab, Yuan Weihong wiggled his waist at the entrance of the animal lab, saying, "You really can't deny getting old. It's only been a short time, but I feel like my back is about to break."

Dong Wenqiang's skin was very dark, and when he smiled, it was as if two rows of teeth were embedded in the darkness: "Brother Wei, you need to exercise more. Otherwise, sister-in-law..."

Before Dong Wenqiang could finish speaking, Yuan Weihong kicked him.

"You dare to joke with me? You're asking for trouble, aren't you?" Yuan Weihong adopted a superior's stance.

Dong Wenqiang immediately changed his tune to salvage the situation: "Otherwise, how many patients would we miss out on treating?"

Fang Ziye stood to the side, behaving himself properly, showing no intention of driving or making amends. In any case, even if the teacher and Dong Wenqiang had a conflict, it would be a one-sided beating. Could Dong Wenqiang possibly fight Yuan Weihong?
"Want to go get some late-night snacks?" Yuan Weihong asked.

Dong Wenqiang, however, was quick-witted and said, "Brother Wei, no thanks. You should go back and rest early too. Xiao Fang and I will head back first."

"Xiao Fang should be able to finish his leave of absence before the end of March. The progress of this experiment is really fast."

Fang Ziye has completed all the operations that require direct handling. In other words, Fang Ziye put about a hundred mice into the animal laboratory for breeding in less than twenty days, which cost several hundred thousand yuan.

Of course, although these mice cost a lot of money, the results of their experiments are quite significant.

"It's alright."

“But he’s still not as strong as Wen Qiang. Wen Qiang is the number one guy on the Hanjiang Riverbank.” Yuan Weihong immediately said sarcastically.

Dong Wenqiang could only manage a wry smile.

……

When Fang Ziye returned to his rented apartment, it was already 12:30 a.m.

Around eight o'clock, Fang Ziye's mother called him, but he didn't answer. So she called him again.

This time, Fang Ziye quickly accepted it.

"Mom, you're still awake? I just came out of the lab. My phone was in the locker, so I missed it," Fang Ziye quickly explained.

"Oh, that's good. I dreamt last night that you were sick. Although everyone says dreams are the opposite of reality, I was still a little worried. Take good care of yourself while you're away. You're still up at this hour. Graduate school is really tough..."

"Mom, it's actually not too bad, it only happens occasionally. After all, she's a doctor."

"You and Dad are the ones who need to rest earlier. What time is it?" Fang Ziye replied...

"I'll have your dad transfer some living expenses to you tomorrow in advance. You're about to graduate, so you must have a lot on your plate and need to socialize a bit, but you also need to eat well and dress well, and buy yourself a few more clothes."

Fang Ziye listened patiently, his eyes welling up with tears.

He cursed himself under his breath as a bastard, then muttered "poor bastard" to himself before finally replying...

(End of this chapter)