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Chapter 226 The Application of the Newspaper Boy's Song! (Please Subscribe)
In mid-May, the weather in Enshi was no different from usual.

The temperature difference between day and night is a bit large.

Fang Ziye got up early, put on a neat-looking shirt, walked in front of the mirror, straightened his collar, and watched the time pass.

After a while, Fang Ziye took a selfie and sent it to Luo Tingzhu, asking, "Junior sister, what do you think of this outfit? It should be a bit formal, but not too flashy, right?"

The time was exactly 7:20.

Today, Fang Ziye doesn't need to make ward rounds. His main task is to work with Zhong Xuegao to arrange for Professor Deng Yong and Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan to receive them.

Zhong Xuegao was only responsible for dispatching the vehicles; the main communication was handled by Fang Ziye.

The Hubei Provincial Medical Association's annual orthopedic conference and skills competition for young physicians were not postponed due to any unforeseen circumstances.

"I think it's alright!" Luo Tingzhu was secretly clicking on the photo in the laboratory far away and saving it to her album.

She looked around and, seeing that no one had noticed her little action, finally felt relieved.

"Then I'll set off!"

"This is my first time participating in such a formal competition. And as a participant at that," Fang Ziye replied in a message. He then took two more steps and finally decided to take off his leather shoes.

I'm not a formal employee right now. I'm neither a lecturer nor part of the judging panel. If I dress too formally, it will make me look like I'm just standing on a platform instead of going to a competition.

Around 7:40, Fang Ziye went out.

Zhong Xuegao was waiting in the underground parking garage of the hospital, in the parking lot closest to the exit. After Fang Ziye said he was leaving, he drove up to the entrance of the community, picked up Fang Ziye, and headed to the airport.

"Ziye, so you don't usually like wearing formal attire, is it to avoid being harassed?" After getting into the car, Zhong Xuegao seemed to revert to his true nature, and his words became more interesting.

Fang Ziye was fastening his seatbelt when he turned to look at Zhong Xuegao. After they became familiar, he also shed his teacher persona and said, "Brother Gao, nowadays boys need to take good care of themselves when they're out and about."

"Brother Gao, wait a minute, will Professor Shen Tao and Wang Zhongxing be going to pick up Professor An from the Provincial People's Hospital, and the teachers from Tongji and Xiehe Hospitals will be handled by the teachers from Minzu University and the People's Hospital?" Fang Ziye asked casually.

When Zhongnan Hospital hosts conferences, it invites a large number of visiting professors from all over the country. Basically, all master's and doctoral students have to travel there in person!

Moreover, with so many professors and trauma surgeons from the four hospitals in Seoul involved, the number of personnel is definitely sufficient.

Fang Ziye had previously served as a student who received guests and arranged their accommodations, but he had never seen how such arrangements were made in a prefecture-level city hospital.

"Don't worry, Director Wu and the others have their own arrangements."

"People from other subspecialties are also received by their respective department heads, so we only need to worry about the reception work for the professors in trauma surgery."

“I called again half an hour ago to confirm that the hotel still has plenty of rooms available, and the rooms I booked before are all empty. There won’t be any misunderstandings.” Zhong Xuegao is very meticulous.

He was a bit of a chatterbox: "Ziye, you can just stay in a room later and find a girl to chat with, talk about feelings, and you won't have to worry about anyone checking up on you."

Zhong Xuegao's words were originally quite righteous, but this one sentence completely distorted the tone of the conversation.

But Fang Ziye was also used to being teased by the nurses and his superiors in the prefecture-level city hospital: "Brother Gao, it seems you've had quite a few relationships? You're got plenty of resources?"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Xuegao's eyes flickered slightly, and he quickly said, "No, your brother Gao is a very upright person, how could I do such a thing?"

……

The chat passed quickly, and Zhong Xuegao and Fang Ziye waited at the airport entrance for Professor Deng Yong and Xie Jinyuan's team to come out!

This time, his teacher, Yuan Weihong, did not come as a contestant or examiner, so he was the speaker, and his lecture was scheduled for May 17th, the day after tomorrow.

Therefore, the teacher will arrive tomorrow.

Now it's just Professor Deng Yong and Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan, chatting and laughing, their faces full of contentment.

After all, there were no more departmental tasks to worry about.

As they walked out chatting and laughing, they saw Fang Ziye coming to greet them. Before Fang Ziye could speak, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan joked, "Little Fang, you're getting more and more successful here."

"You look great, it seems you're doing well in Enshi."

"Master, Professor Xie." Fang Ziye didn't reply, but greeted him politely.

"This is Professor Zhong Xuegao from Enshi Central Hospital. Because there are quite a few professors visiting Enshi this time, Director Wu asked me to personally guide Professor Xie and my master."

Fang Ziye deliberately placed Xie Jinyuan, who had joked with him, first, and emphasized the word "you" in his name.

Xie Jinyuan's eyes immediately flickered slightly.

Professor Deng Yong, with his hands behind his back, let Zhong Xuegao take the small box he was pushing and put it in the trunk, saying, "Ziye, it seems Professor Xie has a lot of opinions about you. You'd better do a good job of explaining things, so that I won't have a hard time explaining to Professor Xie later."

Deng Yong personally stepped in to defend his student. Xie Jinyuan, looking utterly humiliated, began to protest, "Teacher Deng, you can't be so biased! I'm your student too!"

“Ziye…”

"Senior Brother Fang!"

"Senior Brother Fang..." Fang Ziye's doctoral senior brothers and some junior brothers greeted him one after another.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye turned around and whispered, "Senior Brother Wang, there's a minibus in the parking lot. I called it in advance to pick you and your fellow disciples up. Just go there and find the license plate number; you won't need to take a taxi."

After receiving such a greeting from Wang Yuanqi, Fang Ziye said, "Master, then I will apologize to Teacher Xie several times tonight."

"No!" Xie Jinyuan panicked immediately upon hearing this.

A joke, a casual remark, if taken to the dinner table, he's finished.

With Deng Yong in charge and Fang Ziye having so many fellow disciples, even if all his students were to join in, they would all be overwhelmed with alcohol.

……

Fang Ziye then led the two professors to Zhong Xuegao's car. Zhong Xuegao then sped off.

Unfortunately, apart from professors and associate professors, it's impossible to provide transportation services for everyone at such a large conference. Therefore, people like Dr. Wang Yuanqi, who came with Deng Yong, had to take taxis themselves.

Zhong Xuegao was only responsible for driving, and then listened to Xie Jinyuan and Professor Deng Yong joking with each other, while Fang Ziye was in the middle and was used as a tool to be ridiculed.

This seemingly discordant atmosphere actually shows that the group has an excellent atmosphere.

Otherwise, would an associate professor dare to make such a suggestive joke in front of a professor?
"Teacher Deng, Teacher Xie, this is the hotel location. The rooms have already been arranged. I have other teachers to receive later, such as Teacher Dong Yaohui, who is coming by high-speed rail, so I'll have to trouble you..." Zhong Xuegao explained apologetically.

Here, he dared not be so lively anymore, nor was he a very interesting person; instead, he became a very simple middle-aged man.

Deng Yong said nonchalantly, "It's alright, Dr. Zhong, you go ahead and do your work. We're all here now, so we're not worried about getting lost."

Fang Ziye had already taken both of their ID cards and gone to complete the registration process.

For such mid-year provincial conferences, those with associate senior professional titles or above have already booked rooms. They can check in directly by swiping their ID cards, and the conference organizers will then contact the hotel directly to settle the bill.

There's no need to go through all that trouble with facial recognition.

Two room cards were handed over, one for a suite and the other for a single room with a king-size bed. After clarifying the details, Fang Ziye handed the suite card to his master and the king-size bed card to Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan.

He said, "Master, your floor is the 16th floor, 1688. Teacher Xie, you are also on the 16th floor."

Xie Jinyuan looked at his room number and said with a half-smile, "But it's not 1688, right?"

"Then shall I switch with you, Professor Xie?" Deng Yong suggested.

Xie Jinyuan immediately shook his head, stopped his boastful remarks, and began to belittle himself: "I don't think I'm good enough for 1688."

Joking aside, the three of them went upstairs and entered suite 1688 together. Fang Ziye accompanied Professor Deng Yong to put away his clothes first, while Xie Jinyuan put down his suitcase and then knocked on the door again before coming in.

Deng Yong lit a cigarette at the window, turned around and said, "Ziye, you don't need to tidy up, just put it down. Sit down for a while, and after I finish my cigarette, we'll go eat together."

"Then you send the location to other people."

The Enshi Central Hospital had specially arranged for food and lodging, but Professor Deng Yong, who was traveling with his family, declined. Of course, he could still have a buffet dinner at the hotel.

But after all, it's a gathering of the sect members, how could we just settle for a buffet?
So we'll just eat out.

Xie Jinyuan lit a cigarette, walked towards Professor Deng Yong, then turned back to Fang Ziye and said in a low voice, "Professor Deng, what's that little rhyme that Brother Wei's been spouting lately?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's eyelids immediately flickered.

Deng Yong took a deep drag of his cigarette and said, "If I remember correctly, that's how Wang Yuanqi and the others read it."

"The previous article has been published, this one is available for submission, and I'm not worried about the experimental results. No, no, no worries at all."

"But how did Yuan Weihong sing it?"

"The newspaper vendor's assistant?!"

"The Newspaper Boy's Song." Xie Jinyuan searched for it on his phone with one hand and then provided the voiceover.

"The previous article has been published, this one is ready for submission, and the experimental results are no problem at all, no problem at all." Fang Ziye couldn't help but sing along in his mind.

My heart skipped a beat. He truly lives up to his master, Yuan Weihong!

(End of this chapter)