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Chapter 223 Different Paths (Please Subscribe)
At this moment, Teacher Zu was dressed casually, looking like an ordinary middle-aged man with a kind face, more like a rather open-minded middle-aged uncle.

If Fang Ziye hadn't been introduced to him, Fang Ziye would never have dared to associate him with such a powerful person.

"Grandmaster Grandmaster?" Fang Ziye wasn't sure, so he asked again tentatively.

"Dr. Fang, it's been a long time. I'm actually living here now, so I came here specifically to thank you again, just the two of us in person."

"The things are very casual. Dr. Fang, would it be convenient for me to come in?" Teacher Zu asked with a smile, just like an uncle who had come over to watch the show.

Fang Ziye stepped back slightly, and then Teacher Zu walked in by himself, turning to ask, "Dr. Fang, do you need to change your shoes?"

"No, no need," Fang Ziye replied, slightly nervous.

He led Teacher Zu inside, letting him take out the azalea-patterned fruit platter he had brought from home, along with a few slices of watermelon, a bunch of Shine Muscat grapes, and two cantaloupes…

"Teacher Zu, I don't have any tea leaves at home. Would you like room temperature water or hot water? I'll go and boil some for you." Fang Ziye wasn't particularly particular and didn't have the habit of drinking hot water to soothe his stomach in the summer.

If possible, and not particularly tired, Fang Ziye likes to gulp down an ice-cold drink in the sweltering summer heat.

"Water is fine, just do as the host says."

"Dr. Fang, I really want to thank you. You should know that I have a special identity. If it weren't for you, I might really be dead."

“After all, I live in this community, and no family members come to visit me.” As Teacher Zu spoke, he touched the healed wound on his scalp.

In such an emergency, given the severity of the intracranial hematoma, immediate drainage via a fenestration was necessary, especially since the incision had only recently healed.

But every time he thinks about it, he gets a chill down his spine.

"Teacher Zu, didn't you say you were going back?" Fang Ziye sat down opposite Teacher Zu and asked with a simple smile.

“Even if I go back, I’ll have to take sick leave. The hematoma in my brain hasn’t been completely cleared yet, so I can’t handle high-intensity work.”

"Dr. Fang, please rest assured, I am just an ordinary citizen with no official duties. I am here in a private capacity to express my gratitude and to have a chat with you!" Teacher Zu said calmly, and then invited Fang Ziye to eat some fruit.

"Just grab a bite, we can chat while we eat."

"Do you mind if I smoke here?" Teacher Zu first took a slice of watermelon for himself, and then asked Fang Ziye.
“Teacher Zu, please feel free to do as you please. I don’t smoke myself, but I don’t mind if others smoke in front of me,” Fang Ziye said, spreading his arms wide.

Teacher Zu said, "In fact, many times, people who know each other dare not say the truth, and people who don't know each other will not say it either. Even seasoned veterans who have been working for a long time are very wary."

"Dr. Fang, you should still be a student, so let's just chat casually. Do you have many questions or doubts about your studies and work?"

Fang Ziye's heart tightened inwardly. He nodded first, then shook his head: "There are definitely doubts, but not many..."

Time moves at its own pace, neither too fast nor too slow, and it doesn't get longer or shorter because of anyone's mood.

But those two hours felt like an eternity to Fang Ziye; he felt that time was passing too slowly.

As Fang Ziye saw Teacher Zu off to the door, he said apologetically, "Teacher Zu, I'm really sorry, neither my two teachers nor my surroundings have been able to reach the level you want to understand."

"My current idea is to be a good student, do some research, and find a job so that I can make a living in a few years. As for what you mentioned, I don't know anything about it. I've only heard rumors about it online."

Fang Ziye escorted Teacher Zu to the elevator before stopping talking.

Teacher Zu held the fruit plate upright by his side, looking a little regretful, but mostly appreciative: "Dr. Fang, it's alright, I was just mentioning it casually."

"You are a very good young man, pure and uncorrupted, which is excellent. China needs young people like you, and the Chinese medical community needs more fresh blood like you."

"However, what I'm telling you won't stop just because you're not involved, nor will it be left unchecked just because you're unaware of it."

"Uphold your bottom line."

"Continue to learn more from your teachers." After saying that, Teacher Zu took the elevator downstairs.

But actually, the floor he rented should be on the upper floor.

Fang Ziye had no time to ponder all that. After seeing Master Zu off, he hurried back to his house.

After calming down, I carefully considered what Teacher Zu had said before and after entering the room.

According to Professor Zu, there will be a major anti-corruption campaign in the medical field soon, and this campaign will last for a long time. The sanatorium project that Fang Ziye has been invited to participate in will also be subject to strict supervision.

If Fang Ziye is willing, he can establish a contact line with Master Zu and stay in touch at any time. Fang Ziye's safety will be absolutely guaranteed.

Furthermore, Teacher Zu provided Fang Ziye with a private email address, which was provided with concealment technology support by the security department after the email was sent. He also gave Fang Ziye a personal email address, which belonged to Teacher Zu himself.

If Fang Ziye discovers any materials, he can secretly report them.

But Fang Ziye had no time for such things. He said that the research he was working on was unrelated to the sanatorium project, and that it was his own research group's future research plan.

Fang Ziye also shamelessly said that since he had been trusted by the National Natural Science Foundation of China, he should live up to that trust, basically just waving his flag...

Of course, Teacher Zu's main purpose in coming was to express his gratitude.

The reason Fang Ziye was casually assigned to the sanatorium project was twofold: firstly, to repay a debt of gratitude, and secondly, to allow Fang Ziye to establish contact with him, to have someone infiltrate the project. It's fine if Fang Ziye doesn't maintain contact; there's no pressure on him.

His work scope is not yet within the reach of Fang Ziye, an ungraduated doctoral student, and there is not enough manpower available to assist him to that extent.

However, the more Fang Ziye pondered what came next, the more he felt that this might be a firework that Teacher Zu had set off for him, a warning message.

Should I tell my teacher about this, or not?
Fang Ziye didn't know, and after careful consideration, he didn't know if it was necessary for him to contact his two teachers.

Once contact is made, Fang Ziye will definitely have to prepare to explain the cause and effect of the matter.

Fang Ziye hesitated for only five minutes before calling his teacher, Yuan Weihong, and then they talked about the matter.

Unexpectedly, his master, Yuan Weihong, was already sighing and complaining on the other side.

Yuan Weihong did not press Fang Ziye on how he knew about this, but simply said, "Your information is definitely true and accurate, but it comes a little too late."

"So far, several senior surgeons in our department have been called in for talks, including Professor Li Guohua..."

"Huh? Master?" Fang Ziye swallowed twice in surprise.

Li Guohua, the former director of the Department of Trauma Surgery, was Professor Deng Yong's mentor and the old professor who arranged for him to come to Enshi for training.
"Don't just sit on the sidelines about this. Pretend you know nothing about it. Besides, you didn't know in the first place."

"I suspect that the person you mentioned told you this because they were following in Professor Li's footsteps and testing you. They probably know that you might have some kind of conflict of interest with Professor Li."

“But actually no,” Yuan Weihong said.

Fang Ziye: "..."

Fang Ziye was silent for a minute before saying, "Master, let's just focus on our experiments and live our lives properly for now."

"Sure."

"Even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. What are you afraid of?"

"No matter how much it collapses, it won't affect you. If even a pure student like you suffers, then China's medical community will truly have no successors."

"Be yourself, do good research, be a good doctor, and be a good teacher," Yuan Weihong advised.

He added, "After all, we're just doctors. We never know if someone will be willing to work overtime during the May Day holiday, or if someone will like to come back from a covert investigation..."

Yuan Weihong's tone conveyed a sense of defeat and self-deprecation.

That concludes our discussion.

This matter has absolutely nothing to do with Yuan Weihong; he hasn't reached that level yet.

A few minutes later.

The master and apprentice changed the subject again: "Master, these articles should be helpful for your defense, right?"

Fang Ziye did not speak directly.

"Yes, there definitely is."

"This will be my absolute focus for the next two months: the defense of my outstanding young researcher thesis."

"Your master also has to step forward so that he can build a better home for you kids."

"Also, it's estimated that Professor Deng's long-cherished wish will be difficult to fulfill this year."

“Applying for the National Science Fund for Distinguished Young Scholars is not easy. Our research group’s current accumulation is still not enough, and we need to continue to work hard.” Yuan Weihong’s words were quite cryptic.

In other words, Professor Deng Yong's accumulated knowledge is not enough to do what Deng Yong wants to do, but his accumulated knowledge is enough to do what Yuan Weihong wants to do.

"Master, I also heard from Senior Brother Wu Xuanqi that with my appearance, I should have a good chance of getting a job." Fang Ziye quickly inquired about his good fortune.

"Yes, that's about right. The talent recruitment plan is almost complete, but we can still work harder."

"You wouldn't complain about having too much money, would you? I certainly don't," Yuan Weihong said.

"Okay!~"

"Master, then I'll try my best to get the top-tier one, and try to make up for the down payment." After all the subsidies were distributed, Fang Ziye, who had exactly 10,000 yuan in his pocket, started to boast shamelessly.

"If there's a real shortage, just swallow your pride and ask to borrow a little. The big masters definitely won't help, but we can figure out a way to cover the small shortfall," Yuan Weihong said.

"Thank you, Master." Fang Ziye smiled.

This is his way.

(End of this chapter)