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Chapter 278 Time Flies Like an Arrow, Half a Year Later (Please Subscribe)
During the dinner, Master Yuan Weihong talked to Fang Ziye about many things.

Part of it is about Yuan Weihong himself, part is about Professor Chu, and part is about Professor Deng Yong.

Fang Ziye knew at least five or six parts of what Yuan Weihong himself knew, and about his advisor, Professor Chu, he knew two or three parts.

But as fate would have it, the real reason why Professor Deng Yong, Fang Ziye's mentor, failed to win the Outstanding Young Scientists Award defense was due to Deng Yong's health condition, which greatly surprised Fang Ziye.

"Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy? Hypertension?"

"Master, why has no one ever mentioned this before?" Fang Ziye's hand, holding the wine glass, froze, unsure of what to say.

This is far too unfair.

In fact, given the current workload accumulated by both the large and small teams, both Yuan Weihong and Professor Deng Yong are capable of having very promising futures.

Even if Professor Deng Yong fails his defense this time, there will be another chance.

But if it's due to health reasons, then there definitely won't be a next time.

"Where did you hear about this? I didn't even know Professor Deng was feeling unwell."

“But I know that when I found out about this, it was because Teacher Deng was intentionally trying to advance further in the hospital and move towards becoming the vice president…” Yuan Weihong said.

When the teacher's wife heard this, she realized that the topic was a little sensitive, so she made an excuse that she had to go play with Xiao Qi, giving Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong enough private space to talk. She also felt that what followed was probably Yuan Weihong's private talk to the now-grown-up Fang Ziye.

"Master, does that mean we still need to be very careful even during a physical exam?" Fang Ziye asked, adopting the role of his master, Professor Deng Yong.

Fang Ziye did not think there was anything wrong with Professor Deng Yong wanting to take it a step further; Deng Yong's academic and professional experience was sufficient.

However, physical factors are not something that can be controlled by effort; on the contrary, effort may actually lower physical fitness.

Yuan Weihong shook his head, then smiled and said, "It's not about the results of the physical examination or the location of the examination. The point I want to tell you is that if you want to move forward, you will have very few friends around you."

"At least for the past five years, everyone has been a competitor; there have been no friends," Yuan Weihong said seriously.

Fang Ziye thought about it very seriously, then joked, "Master, does that also include Junior Brothers Jie Han and Lan Tianluo?"

Fang Ziye's intention was to make a joke; he didn't want the topic to be so heavy and somber.

After all, this is a reunion of master and apprentice. It would be great if everyone ate, drank, played, laughed, and joked around.

If the topic is made too heavy at this time, it will be difficult for Fang Ziye to digest so many changes in a short period of time.

After all, Fang Ziye, who was able to return home and was planning to travel abroad to visit his "real girlfriend," was filled with sweetness.

“Including!” Yuan Weihong nodded without hesitation.

"And what I also want to tell you is that I have said the same things to them as I have to you, so you don't need to feel guilty at all."

"Meeting is fate, but there will always be a time when we may run into each other again."

"At this moment, only the brave will prevail." Yuan Weihong tapped the table, his words to Fang Ziye sounding like a serious admonition.

Fang Ziye put down his wine glass, still muttering to himself, "Master Deng didn't win either..."

"Huh?" Yuan Weihong wasn't joking with Fang Ziye at the moment, so he almost didn't catch Fang Ziye's joke for a moment.

After realizing what was happening, Yuan Weihong threw his wine glass on the table: "The brave person I'm talking about isn't someone named 'Brave,' don't try to be clever with me, okay?"

"Furthermore, Ziye, don't even think about taking advantage of loopholes."

"If you're thinking of going up this year, then going up next year, then going up again next year, then going up again next year, like Lan Tianluo, and so on, in a succession of succession!"

"The outcome would be far worse than if you went alone."

"If you go alone, only your two junior brothers will be crushed to death."

"If the three of you go in one after the other, you'll crush everyone else in the department to death..."

Yuan Weihong is very knowledgeable about Fangziye.

Therefore, Fang Ziye's eyes lit up and he realized that Fang Ziye was thinking about whether he could avoid such a clash and conflict if he applied to graduate early and staggered his graduation from Jie Han and the others by a few years.

However, Yuan Weihong once again thwarted Fang Ziye's plan.

At least that's what Yuan Weihong thought.

“Master, if it’s not possible to do it a year in advance, then it should be possible to do it two years in advance…” Fang Ziye gave Yuan Weihong an answer, and Yuan Weihong immediately pulled on his buttocks, the flesh of his right thigh pinching his testicle, causing a slight pain.

Because this can be calculated.

If Fang Ziye applies to graduate two years early, meaning he will apply for doctoral graduation next year, then there will be a gap of nearly four years between him and Jie Han's doctoral graduation.

After all, by September, Jie Han would only be a second-year master's student.

However, it would be quite difficult for Fang Ziye to complete his entire doctoral program in a year.

Moreover, after careful consideration, Yuan Weihong discovered that even if Fang Ziye managed to break free from this limitation, there would always be students who couldn't, and they would eventually meet again.

Therefore, this is not the most fundamental solution.

With too many monks and too little porridge, the most fundamental solution is to increase the amount of porridge, not to reduce the number of monks.

So, after being startled by Fang Ziye's idea, Yuan Weihong calmed down and continued, "Let's not worry about this for now. Things will work themselves out!"

"When you go to see Professor Deng later, remember to talk less and listen more. Professor Deng hasn't been in a particularly good mood lately."

"Master, has Professor Deng's high blood pressure and hypertrophic cardiomyopathy already affected his health?" Fang Ziye asked.

Because, when it comes to promotions, professional title evaluations, or applications for outstanding youth, there are generally no explicit requirements regarding physical health or the absence of any diseases, unless it affects normal work or health.

It's not usually brought up specifically.

However, if you have a history of fainting or passing out in the operating room or at work, then for your health reasons, we will not assign you any additional tasks.

Yuan Weihong nodded, but did not elaborate...

Fang Ziye did not press the matter further.

Then, Fang Ziye obediently followed Yuan Weihong to visit Professor Deng Yong, reporting on his duties while also fulfilling his responsibilities as a student, trying to please his teacher. Fang Ziye was definitely one of Professor Deng Yong's most gratifying students, so Deng Yong was very happy when Fang Ziye returned.

After all, Deng Yong himself was very clear that the fundamental reason he was nominated as vice president was because the hospital was involved in a very important sanatorium project in Hubei Province, and the orthopedics department was the leader of this project. The hospital was completely unaware of this leadership beforehand.

How could such a capable and well-connected chief physician be merely the head of a general surgery department? That would be a waste of his talent.

It's just a shame.

Unfortunately for Professor Deng Yong, the previous opportunity was the result of his beloved student's hard work abroad, but Deng Yong is still gratified.

"Okay, okay, all good, all good. Health is the most important thing. Everyone should take care of their health, exercise more, so that they can see more doctors and practice medicine for more years. Isn't that what the old saying goes?"

"Health is the foundation of everything..."

After Professor Deng Yong finished speaking, he began to explain other matters.

More than three hours later, Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong emerged from the restaurant's private room, looking somewhat envious.

As the two sat in the back seat, Fang Ziye voiced his first reaction: "Master, I suddenly feel that it's not unjust for Teacher Deng to have high blood pressure and cardiomyopathy. He has too many things to worry about."

Yuan Weihong nodded: "People who are sentimental are either hurt by love or hurt by love."

"There are too many people on my mind, too many tasks, and too much responsibility, which puts more and more pressure on me. You can see Professor Deng's mess, so many people are waiting for help."

"Money, Ziye. Don't blame your master for being materialistic, he's just short of money, Ziye..."

"Hmm!" Fang Ziye nodded, watching Yuan Weihong's hairline gradually recede, and turned to say, "Master, try to reduce your pressure, don't be so nervous."

"It's okay to walk a little slower."

Yuan Weihong nodded: "Maybe so, maybe not. Before becoming a mentor, I thought I'd be pretty cool, but now that I've come this far, it's like my face is covered in lard, and I can never be the cool guy I used to be..."

After Yuan Weihong finished speaking, he laughed heartily, then turned to look out the window and resumed his carefree demeanor.

Fang Ziye was not unaware of his master's abilities.

Fang Ziye often wondered how Yuan Weihong, his master, with such a carefree personality, could have pretended to be a teacher for so long.

Fang Ziye used to think that Yuan Weihong was always calm and composed, and was a very good teacher.

But in reality, Fang Ziye now knows that Yuan Weihong's real job is to be a comedian; being a master's thesis advisor is just a side job for him.

Now that he has two more apprentices, Yuan Weihong is even more unable to shake off the title of 'graduate supervisor'...

However, none of this had a particularly significant impact on the progress of the real world.

Fang Ziye still went abroad as scheduled, and spent Qixi Festival with his Xiao Nuonuo as scheduled. They ate hot pot and spicy hot pot abroad, visited the 'Chinatown' abroad, and saw Xiao Nuonuo's house.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to climb into that little bed and ended up staying in the guest room next door...

Then, Fang Ziye returned to China, completed the enrollment procedures for doctoral students, and went through the application process for outstanding doctoral students and the selection process for graduate academic scholarships.

This back-and-forth drained Fang Ziye's wallet by more than half, mostly due to airfare expenses.

Later, Fang Ziye heard about it.

Nie Mingxian was dismissed, and Enshi Central Hospital unilaterally compensated him with more than 20,000 yuan. Later, it seems that Nie Mingxian took his father's ashes to his alma mater in Kyoto.

Later, Fang Ziye also heard from Nie Mingxian's good friend Wu Xuanqi that Nie Mingxian's father had given up on treatment himself. Every time he pretended to go for chemotherapy, he chose to go against the grain and saved hundreds of thousands of yuan for Nie Mingxian, which was even enough for a down payment in Wuhan...

At that time, Fang Ziye was in a laboratory abroad and was not at all moved by this matter.

Later, Fang Ziye heard that Pang Hong, the former director of the Department of Infectious Diseases at Enshi Central Hospital, had received a large sum of money in compensation and that his family seemed to be doing well.

Hearing that Pang Hong was actually doing well with his family left Fang Ziye feeling uneasy for a long time.

Because Li Cong, Pang Hong's subordinate, heard that Pang Hong had committed suicide in prison because he could not bear the torment of his soul.

Pang Hong was arrested at the beginning, while Li Cong was harassed and tortured for five years until this year when he fought back and dissected several people. Perhaps that's when he released his grief and resentment, felt he had no regrets and no worries, and then he left.

Of course, Fang Ziye still couldn't help with any of this. Because now, he was also starting to have some free time in his laboratory abroad.

Because Fang Ziye's time abroad was too short, the lab, seeing that he had quickly completed a small project, intentionally asked him if he would be willing to obtain a green card in the United States and enter into core scientific research tasks.

Fang Ziye refused.

Therefore, the laboratory for exchange and learning only served as a platform for Fang Ziye's exchange activities. After giving Fang Ziye some tasks, he was allowed to go and play.

Fang Ziye was happy to have some free time. He would relax every day, read articles, and brainstorm research proposals for projects he could apply for after returning to China. He also had some free time to prepare his doctoral dissertation.

Although I want to graduate early, it's not something I can just decide to do; I still need to be quite prepared.

The number of academic articles published is definitely enough to graduate.

Even disregarding the BMJ commissioned article already published, the article with an impact factor of 28 is a true first-author paper, which is sufficient for Fang Ziye's doctoral graduation requirements.

If you can't graduate now, then there are very few people in the world who can graduate.

Therefore, Fang Ziye has had a relatively quiet six months.

Fang Ziye is so free that even though he's thousands of miles away, he still has time to study culinary arts...

Time is like water.

Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

An old residential area near Zhongnan Hospital in Wuhan.

At 8:40 a.m., a boy and a girl tiptoed upstairs carrying large and small bags. After entering the building, they unlocked the old-fashioned security door with a key and began their spring cleaning.

The girl had just finished tying her apron when she asked, "Senior brother, are you really not going home for the New Year this year? There are still three days until the New Year, you can still make it home in time."

"I promised last year that I would spend the New Year with you. If you agree to go home with me for the New Year, we will go back together. If you think it's too rushed, then we can spend the New Year in Wuhan."

"Anyway, we've already done all this—we're secretly going back to China early, and we won't tell anyone. So what's one more person in China who can go home for the New Year but doesn't go back?"

(End of this chapter)