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Chapter 407 A Moment of Spring Night Worth a Thousand Pieces of Gold (Please Subscribe)
Because of the surgery, they had already missed their mealtime. At 3 PM, Fang Ziye and Xiong Jinhuan ate roasted meat rice.

The two of them lay sprawled on the table in the doctor's break room, each sitting on a lower bunk on one side. Xiong Jinhuan ate like a shovel, and because she was hungry, she gulped down several large mouthfuls before swallowing them: "Brother Ye, shall we split the bill?"

"A my ass, it's only a dozen yuan, why don't you order a coffee?"

"Going around like this is troublesome." Fang Ziye ate quite quickly, just not as fast as Xiong Jinhuan.

With no urgent medical consultations to attend to, Fang Ziye had more time to enjoy good food.

The grilled meat rice was certainly delicious, but for the first few months, Fang Ziye ate anything just to replenish his energy, and he would eat as much as he could.

"Alright, Brother Ye." Fang Ziye pointed out the direction, which was actually Xiong Jinhuan's favorite.

"Huan-ge, how many papers did you publish during your doctoral studies?" Fang Ziye asked casually.

Xiong Jinhuan is currently at the end of his first year of doctoral studies and will soon become a second-year doctoral student. The requirements for his doctoral dissertation are always on the agenda.

"Just one article; it's still difficult to accumulate a lot of work."

“My master also wants to accumulate a great body of work,” Xiong Jinhuan replied cautiously.

Thinking of this, Xiong Jinhuan said enviously, "Sigh, only now do I realize how difficult it must have been for you, Brother Ye, when you were fighting for your writing career."

"I was completely off work for three months. It sounds like a long time, but accumulating forty or fifty tasks must have been quite a sleepless night."

Xiong Jinhuan's analysis is relatively objective.

Fang Ziye's diligence is well-known. During his master's studies, he basically squeezed out all his rest time. Regardless of how fast he progressed at that time, being able to write a few 'English essays' was purely due to squeezing out all his time.

Writing articles is not easy. Even experienced researchers need half a month to a month to piece together a full SCI paper.

That would definitely take up a lot of Fang Ziye's time.

After successfully graduating, Fang Ziye was able to fully immerse himself in clinical practice, making rapid progress, and then soaring to new heights.

"One article per district? That's enough," Fang Ziye said with a smile.

During my master's studies, my mentor, Yuan Weihong, provided me with a paper in the first quartile with an impact factor of 5. It was a great favor, and it's no exaggeration to say that I was flattered.

The requirement for graduating with a professional doctorate is one Q2 SCI paper, two Q3 SCI papers, and one Q1 paper, which is sufficient for a medical doctorate from any university in China to graduate smoothly.

"That depends on how you use it." There wasn't much rice left in Xiong Jinhuan's lunchbox, and she was about 70-80% full. She slowed down her eating pace: "It'll be enough for graduation, but it'll be far from enough for finding a job."

After Xiong Jinhuan finished speaking, she secretly observed Fang Ziye's eyes and expression: "Compared to Yuan Pei, I'm probably like an egg hitting a rock."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's eyes flashed instantly.

“Really.” Xiong Jinhuan straightened her back and smiled brightly: “Brother Ye, this is just a fact, I didn’t mean anything else.”

"Only by recognizing the gap can we bridge it."

Xiong Jinhuan's subtext was that Li Yuanpei and Fang Ziye have a large team, and you can just give them some things. With the research output speed and efficiency of your large team, I can't compete with him in publishing papers.

If you, Fang Ziye, insist on pushing Li Yuanpei forward, even with the ward director as my backer, I, Xiong Jinhuan, will just be a lamb to the slaughter.

Xiong Jinhuan's tone was neutral, without any sarcastic remarks.

Fang Ziye could only say helplessly, "Brother Huan, there's nothing I can do about it. We all work for the boss. We follow orders no matter what he says."

Liu Zhengjun, who was in the same class as Wang Yuanqi, was unable to stay in the hospital, but Wang Yuanqi was transferred to the emergency department by Deng Yongbao.

Similarly, Dai Yinsheng, who was in Professor Dong Yaohui's group, also left Zhongnan Hospital, and it's unknown where he works now...

Xiong Jinhuan nodded and smiled, "Brother Ye, let's change the subject."

"I didn't believe in the word 'fate' before, but now I think that seven out of ten parts of life are predetermined by fate!"

"We can only remain calm and composed; all our experiences are the best arrangement from God."

Xiong Jinhuan's expression became more carefree.

Life cannot be turned back, and Xiong Jinhuan cannot go back to a few years ago to choose Professor Deng Yong as her teacher and then pursue her doctorate under Professor Deng Yong.

Fang Ziye deliberately avoided this sensitive topic and instead asked, "Jinhuan, I heard you have a junior brother named Zheng Tianle, isn't he quite good?"

Zheng Tianle is a master's student of Professor Han Yuanxiao. He is currently finishing his first year of graduate studies and is in the same cohort as Lin Yihuang, a student of Associate Professor Peng Long, and Guo Ruodun, a student of Zhang Zixi.

But Zheng Tianle is an exceptionally outstanding person among the first-year students.

Putting aside the number of research articles, Zheng Tianle's overall operational ability is two points stronger than Lan Tianluo's, making him a very likely candidate to pass the master's level training room.

"Tianle, it's alright. Looking back now, it was just a minor incident."

"But if you want to break through the training room of the master's stage, you still need to work hard."

"Brother Ye, actually Tianluo has improved the fastest. He didn't come from our clinical major background before." Xiong Jinhuan changed the subject to Lan Tianluo.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said, "Tianluo has too many alternative paths; he himself hasn't decided which path to take."

"Let's not talk about him anymore. The other guys basically all make a living through clinical work!"

"Da da da!"

"Da da da!~"

As if on cue, Lan Tianluo quickly knocked on the door of the doctors' lounge. Then, carrying a bag, he said, "Senior, could you give me the key to the chief resident's office? I'm going to get some drinks."

Fang Ziye turned sideways, took the keys out of his pocket, and handed them to Lan Tianluo: "How many drinks did you buy?"

"Nothing much, senior brother. I'll go to the lab after I finish." Lan Tianlu left in a hurry.

After returning the key to the chief inpatient office to Fang Ziye, she grabbed a bottle of beverage and rushed out of the department, seemingly full of energy.

Xiong Jinhuan looked at Lan Tianluo's retreating figure with immense envy.

……

After finishing lunch, Xiong Jinhuan also left the doctors' lounge.

Fang Ziye then went to the doctor's office to see if there were any remaining tasks, such as reviewing the routine medical orders within the team, or checking the order of the discharge medical records compiled by the junior doctors.

Previously, Luo Tingzhu had been helping with these tasks, but it seems that after Luo Tingzhu left, Li Yuanpei and Senior Brother Yan Zhiming also handled them flawlessly.

Fang Ziye reviewed the medical records and prescriptions for ten beds. According to the existing guidelines, there should be no problem, but adjustments could be made based on the latest scientific research.

However, for others, making minor adjustments to these medical orders is not very meaningful.

If Fang Ziye hadn't been able to gain knowledge points by subtly adjusting medical orders, he probably wouldn't have put in so much effort.

After reviewing five more discharge medical records, the order and signatures were all perfected. The section awaiting Fang Ziye's signature was the medical record quality control section, where he would simply sign his name.

This only took a little over an hour.

Afternoon, three o'clock.

After walking from the doctors' lounge to the chief inpatient office, Xiong Jinhuan pushed open the door and saw Fang Ziye hunched over a table reading literature. She asked, "Brother Ye, you don't seem that busy today."

Xiong Jinhuan is a very professional doctor, so he would find a substitute for words like "very free".

"Oh, yes!"

"Professor Xie sees patients in the trauma center's emergency clinic. He can handle most cases. Let him rest for now."

“Reading literature is also a great idea; I haven’t read much literature for several months.” Fang Ziye was able to endure the loneliness.

Fang Ziye had been busy for a long time, and finally had a little free time to rest, which gave him an indescribable sense of leisure and comfort.

"Yeah, that's true."

"If you don't have patients, read more books." Xiong Jinhuan grinned, then closed the door and turned back.

Fang Ziye looked thoughtfully towards the doorway.

Xiong Jinhuan is really going all out for the opportunity to learn, he's afraid he might not be called in for an emergency surgery...

At 5 p.m. that day, Fang Ziye still hadn't encountered any emergency patients, so he went "home" for a while.

There's no need for emergency consultations; even in the event of an emergency surgery, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan will make all the arrangements, and you only need to go to the emergency operating room to perform the surgery.

The conversations and signings were handled by Wang Yuanqi and Gong Ziming; there was no need for me to bring anyone else to complete them.

Even minor wound cleaning and suturing or simple fractures could probably be handled by Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan's authorization to Wang Yuanqi in the emergency department clinic, without requiring him to go to the emergency department himself.

Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan had just caused a ruckus in the emergency surgery clinic this morning, and for non-trauma surgery cases, basically no one dared to call the trauma surgery consultation hotline anymore.

……

Buying groceries, washing rice, cooking rice, chopping vegetables, preparing ingredients...

Fang Ziye completed a set of boxing moves, arriving at 6:30 PM.

"Click!"

The door to Luo Tingzhu's rented house was unlocked, and Luo Tingzhu walked in carrying a backpack and a bag of snacks. She was overjoyed to see Fang Ziye wearing an apron in the kitchen.

"Senior brother, you really have time to come back?"

"I thought you were joking with me." Luo Tingzhu was standing at the door, forgetting to change her shoes. After seeing Fang Ziye, she ran back to the shoe cabinet and put on her Bugs Bunny sandals and socks.

"Wait a moment, dinner will be ready soon," Fang Ziye called out as he turned around.

Upon hearing this, Luo Tingzhu placed her backpack on the desk in the study and hung the snack bag by the bedroom door. Then she went to wash her hands and face...

At seven o'clock sharp, the two sat down at the dining table to eat.

Because Luo Tingzhu had gone to the anesthesiology department, she didn't know much about trauma surgery. After hearing Fang Ziye's explanation, she exclaimed in amazement: "Teacher's planning is really far ahead. I guess he started setting up the emergency trauma center as early as October last year."

"Senior, you're lucky. With the establishment of the Emergency Trauma Center, your work as a resident will be much easier from now on."

Fang Ziye nodded and put a piece of braised pork rib on Luo Tingzhu's plate: "Yes, if it were before, I would probably have gone to the emergency room at least three times, but today I didn't have to go even once."

"I originally planned to come back, cook dinner, and chop vegetables, and if anything happened, I would go to the emergency operating room and come back for dinner in the evening."

"But to my surprise, the phone didn't ring even though I was almost finished."

"If I had known it would be like this, we would have gone out for hot pot. You haven't had hot pot in a long time, have you?"

Since early March, after Fang Ziye took office as chief resident, the two of them have basically not gone out to eat. At most, they eat boxed lunches together in the chief resident's office.

Occasionally, Fang Ziye would leave early.

In April, inspired by Huang Xiruo's doctoral degree in anesthesiology, Luo Tingzhu suddenly realized that she had an even better alternative major: anesthesiology. The two then did not see each other for a long time.

"Mmm-hmm." Luo Tingzhu nodded vigorously, her expression clearly showing that she was craving it.

Even the mention of 'junk' food like hot pot made their crystal-clear eyes gleam.

"Senior brother, are you staying at home tonight?"

“I’ve temporarily converted the room next door into a study, and there are a lot of books there…” Luo Tingzhu suddenly asked.

"Let's see. If the consultation phone doesn't ring before 9 p.m., I won't go back to the department."

At this point, Fang Ziye tapped the table again: "What's wrong with you? I heard from Jie Han that you're sometimes still in the lab at one o'clock in the morning."

"I heard from Lan Tianlu that you haven't come out of the operating room for sixty-four hours?"

Luo Tingzhu was wearing a light purple dress with a slightly large collar. She didn't wear an apron while eating, and because she was about to bite into a rib, she held her shoulder with her left hand.

After taking a few small bites, he said, "Senior brother, Lan Tianluo rented a house across from ours."

"I'm thinking of integrating into the atmosphere of the anesthesiology department as soon as possible, and striving not to let down Professor Zeng Quanming's kindness, so that I can take over the work as soon as possible."

"Besides, I'll be graduating in a year. If all goes well, I'll become the chief resident in the anesthesiology department a year from now, and I'll have to live in the anesthesiology department then..."

"Tianluo lives across the street?" Fang Ziye caught a very sensitive piece of information.

Luo Tingzhu nodded: "However, he often leaves early and returns late, or sometimes doesn't return at all."

While being monitored, Luo Tingzhu was also monitoring others.

Fang Ziye was a little confused: "Haven't you been staying in the anesthesiology ward for a long time recently? How do you know so much about Lan Tianluo's whereabouts?"

Luo Tingzhu immediately threw the ribs into the trash can, then wiped her mouth with a tissue, stood up, tightened her nose slightly, and smiled brightly: "Senior brother, you didn't know this, did you?"

“There was a junior colleague of mine who was very close to me. She met Lan Tianluo in the lab elevator. After learning that Lan Tianluo was going to Professor Deng's lab, she asked me who he was…”

"Then, she moved downstairs too..."

"I haven't told her yet that Lan Tianluo has a girlfriend, and it's not my place to tell her that, right?" Luo Tingzhu said with a playful expression.

Luo Tingzhu is much more cheerful now than before.

With extra money at home and a promising future, every day can be very fulfilling, especially in the anesthesiology department. Fang Ziye has heard people complaining about him. After Luo Tingzhu went to the anesthesiology department, the group of doctors in the anesthesiology department once again experienced the same 'ordeal' that the group of doctors in the trauma surgery department had gone through.

Tears streamed down her face as she was thoroughly tormented by Luo Tingzhu. To put it simply, Luo Tingzhu was adept at punctures, nerve blocks, and tracheostomies. In fact, she occasionally even managed to experiment with bronchoscopy in the pulmonology department's bronchoscopy room.

"Okay, I haven't left the department in a long time, it feels like I'm completely out of touch with the outside world."

"So many interesting things have happened in just two short months!" Fang Ziye shook his head slightly.

It seems that Luo Tingzhu is not to blame for this.

Mutual attraction between men and women is a natural human instinct, and both boys and girls can take the initiative.

"What is Lan Tianluo doing all night? Doesn't he sleep?" Fang Ziye asked Luo Tingzhu.

For information about Lan Tianluo, it's definitely better to ask Luo Tingzhu than anyone else.

Luo Tingzhu may appear aloof now, but she is actually quite concerned about Lan Tianluo's situation.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.

Lan Tianluo has done so much for Luo Tingzhu that Luo Tingzhu has long forgotten the grudges from their childhood.

"I don't know, and even if I did, I couldn't say, because it involves other people's privacy."

"Anyway, it's definitely not in the practice room, the laboratory, or the operating room!" Luo Tingzhu shook her head, perhaps knowing, but perhaps not.

Fang Ziye stopped gossiping, as it was somewhat unethical to gossip about his junior brother's private affairs.

"Tingzhu, I have a question for you. Will Professor Xu Long from Xiangya Hospital still come to our hospital? Have he and Professor Zeng reached any other agreements?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Come, but only on weekends, or on regular days."

"However, there was a conflict between the teacher and Professor Xu Long. Professor Xu originally wanted you to be in his class every time he came."

"Professor Zeng Quanming has no objection, but it requires Professor Deng Yong's approval. Professor Deng Yong didn't give Professor Xu Long any face at all and directly said it was impossible!"

"Teacher Xu Long seems a little angry." Luo Tingzhu said, tilting her head slightly to think for a moment, then picked up another string bean and chewed it slowly.

About half a minute later, Luo Tingzhu said, "However, Teacher Xu Long is angry, but Teacher Zeng Quanming seems a little happy."

Fang Ziye put down his chopsticks and said, "Of course, we're all a bunch of old foxes. Who would want another fox to build its den next to theirs?"

"Senior brother, but what Professor Zeng and I are both curious about is, how did you get to know Professor Xu Long?" Luo Tingzhu looked Fang Ziye up and down, her eyes suddenly becoming sharper.

Fang Ziye immediately buried his head in his food and quickened his pace: "It was just a coincidence."

Fang Ziye dared not tell the truth, otherwise, what if the pretty girl across the table suddenly unleashed her Chongqing woman's true nature and started hitting him?
You should know that Luo Tingzhu went to Shashi to study anesthesia techniques, but she ended up blowing up the classroom herself.

This wasted Luo Tingzhu's long-term plans, which could really make her angry.

"profound."

Luo Tingzhu nodded: "Professor Zeng said that your acquaintance with Professor Xu Long was unexpected, but also reasonable."

"It's a pity that Professor Zeng didn't get to know you first, otherwise, there wouldn't have been the unexpected trouble of Professor Xu Long coming to our hospital from Xiangya Hospital."

At this point, Luo Tingzhu asked again, "Senior brother, if you have time in the future, could you teach me the piercing technique?"

Fang Ziye's instinct was to wonder if this puncture technique was legitimate, but soon he realized something else: "Professor Zeng Quanming, did you really not hear a single word about this?"

Luo Tingzhu shook her head: "You haven't demonstrated nerve block anesthesia to Teacher Zeng, how would he know?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye thought to himself.

They caught two more old foxes.

One is Du Yuanxian, and the other is Lan Tianluo.

Hey, this Lan Tianluo, in order to win the favor of "Sister Luo Tingzhu" himself, only thinks about helping himself and doesn't reveal a word to Luo Tingzhu.

Another example is Professor Du Yuanxian from the Department of Anesthesiology. He clearly watched as Mi Qi from the Department of Vascular Surgery performed a localized motor-sensory separation, but Zeng Quanming, the director of the Department of Anesthesiology, was completely unaware of it.

No professor is easy to get along with; they all have their own ulterior motives and ideas.

This is a good thing. If a professor acted like a complete idiot and spread every secret he knew to the whole world, then the world would be in chaos.

"Lan Tianluo has ill intentions; he even kept it from you!"

"In addition, Professor Du Yuanxian from your anesthesiology department also concealed this information," Fang Ziye replied frankly to Luo Tingzhu.

Luo Tingzhu thought for a moment after hearing this, and said, "Oh, I understand, thank you, senior brother..."

The rest of the time was spent enjoying a cozy meal and casual conversation.

The main thing was that Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu had agreed on where to eat in a few days, what kind of hot pot to have, and whether they wanted to go shopping.

To be honest, Fang Ziye didn't prepare any summer clothes this year. When he came back from the department, he was always wearing long-sleeved shirts and jeans, the same outfit he wore last spring.

After washing the dishes, it was already eight o'clock.

Fang Ziye wiped his hands as he walked out, saying, "Tingzhu, I'm going to be sharing an apartment with another brother from now on, so I won't be staying here with you for the time being."

While Fang Ziye was washing the dishes, Luo Tingzhu went to wash up and hadn't left the house yet.

Five minutes later, after scrolling through short videos for a while, Fang Ziye saw Luo Tingzhu go out wearing a light pink silk nightgown that looked like it was transitioning from spring to summer.

A fair and slender neck, prominent collarbones, and a patch of white skin on her chest.

Her hair was wrapped in a light green triangular scarf, and she turned around and began to dry her hair with her back to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye looked at Luo Tingzhu's back and felt an uncontrollable surge of blood rushing to his head!
Luo Tingzhu's slender arms resembled lotus root segments, with slight muscle definition, yet also somewhat plump.

Her graceful figure was subtly revealed through the silk nightgown...

Fang Ziye scanned the phone several times with a bit of "greed" before finally returning to his phone and focusing on it.

After drying her hair, Luo Tingzhu turned around while brushing her bangs aside: "Senior brother, who are you going to share the apartment with? I can tidy up the guest room, and it'll be fine too."

"And?" Luo Tingzhu blushed as she said this.

The two of them had shared a bed while abroad, but they never crossed the final line. Most of the time they slept together was during her period...

However, the two agreed that after returning to China, they would officially begin living together.

However, before either of them could even begin their plans, Fang Ziye was sent to clinical practice and spent almost two months away from home.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye stood up abruptly.

He replied in a very serious tone, "I'm going to take a shower!"

"You still haven't told me who you're sharing the apartment with?" Luo Tingzhu clasped her hands together in front of her abdomen, her left and right hands constantly crossing and tightly gripping each other.

Just like a tense mood, it occasionally tightens, is forcibly calmed down and relaxed, but then the tension returns.

This tension far surpassed that of Luo Tingzhu's first clinical incision, far surpassed that of her first time administering anesthesia to a patient...

“Nie Mingxian, you know him. I told you about him before, he’s a top anesthesiologist and a super genius in vascular surgery at Enshi Central Hospital.” Fang Ziye replied, having already found his pajamas and towel, and headed into the bathroom.

After Fang Ziye's response, he naturally had even more questions.

However, Fang Ziye had already entered the bathroom.

five minutes!
To be precise, it took Fang Ziye four minutes and forty-nine seconds to finish washing his hair, taking a bath, and washing his feet. He also rubbed his underwear, wrung it out, and walked out to the balcony to hang it to dry.

"How did you get here so fast?" Luo Tingzhu's hand had just touched her phone, and she was searching for questions inappropriate for 'young girls'—

What should a girl pay attention to during her first time?

Fang Ziye came out of the bathroom, which immediately made Luo Tingzhu feel guilty and dumbfounded. Her right hand skillfully returned the phone to the screen as if many wolves were encountering someone.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said with a bitter face, "Tingzhu, what you said is very ambiguous."

If it were in the operating room, and the circulating nurse or scrub nurse were to say that, Fang Ziye would definitely reply, "You haven't tried it, how do you know?"

However, since Luo Tingzhu is his girlfriend, he doesn't need to be so direct.

Luo Tingzhu started to feel uneasy, laying her phone flat with the screen covering the coffee table: "I, I didn't mean that, I meant you take a quick shower."

"I know, let me hang up the clothes and blow-dry my hair first, then I'll explain Nie Mingxian's situation to you properly." Fang Ziye also knew that nothing could be rushed.

A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold; one must take it slow.

Let's chat, sit down, hug...

The corresponding program was already placed in the memory window, just waiting for the day when the first valve would be opened, and then the memories would flow out like a spring.

Yes, it's about going with the flow.

It's about twenty past eight.

Fang Ziye put his arm around Luo Tingzhu, and Luo Tingzhu nestled in Fang Ziye's embrace, enjoying the clingy feeling like a long-distance couple reuniting.

Luo Tingzhu was slightly shorter than Fang Ziye. When Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu turned their heads to face each other, the top of Luo Tingzhu's head could rest against Fang Ziye's ear, while her face rested against his neck, and her ear was right next to Fang Ziye's carotid artery, feeling the strong pulse of the artery.

But when Fang Ziye mentioned that Nie Mingxian's father had passed away, Luo Tingzhu looked up slightly and said, "His father lied to him, didn't he?"

"Yes, his father saved up all the money for the treatment in the later period, so he didn't go for regular chemotherapy at all."

"He left in March of this year..."

"Then I came to Zhongnan Hospital with Professor Liu. We were already familiar with each other, so we decided to share an apartment, since we rarely stay there anyway."

Luo Tingzhu nodded: "Okay, I remember you said that his theory is particularly good, and you two will definitely have a lot to discuss in the future."

"By the way, senior brother, didn't you say that Senior Brother Wu Xuanqi's wife, Sister Tang, is also in the anesthesiology department? Could you please give them my business card? I'd like to ask them to mentor me, a newbie in the anesthesiology department, when they have some free time."

Luo Tingzhu loves learning, and even in this kind of atmosphere, she is still thinking about studying.

Fang Ziye felt the atmosphere was just right, so he picked Luo Tingzhu up in a princess carry and said, "There's no rush to add her as a friend. Let's go get some rest first!"

Luo Tingzhu did not resist, but simply bit her lower lip with her upper lip.

I asked a very cliché question: "Senior, you'll be good to me, right?"

Luo Tingzhu's eyes were clear and bright, without tears, but she looked at Fang Ziye nervously, her gaze flickering.

Luo Tingzhu was actually a little scared. She felt that she was in a relatively active and relatively weak position in this relationship, and she was afraid that Fang Ziye would dislike her.

Fang Ziye knew perfectly well that at this point, all he could do was nod, and then it would be a "kiss"...

Luo Tingzhu is very light, and the princess carry position is indeed very suitable for a deep kiss.

It took Fang Ziye a full ten minutes to walk from the living room into the bedroom. After carefully placing Luo Tingzhu on the bed, he immediately went to the next room, opened the cabinet, opened his suitcase, and then opened the hidden compartment of the suitcase to look for the tools used in the crime!
"Drip drip drip drip!"

"Drip drip drip drip!"

"Drip drip drip drip!"

The old-fashioned ward chief's cell phone rang.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye trembled. He was so angry that he threw the murder weapon, along with the box, to the ground.

His eyes were filled with despair, but he still went to the living room and answered the phone.

"Hello, trauma surgery."

The caller ID showed Xie Jinyuan's new number: "Ziye, get ready to go to the emergency operating room immediately. This patient has very serious bleeding and is suffering from severe trauma. I've already called Professor Deng."

"Professor Deng also wants you to come immediately!"

"Okay, I'll be right there, in five minutes!" Fang Ziye hung up the phone without saying a word.

Fang Ziye had the speakerphone on, while Luo Tingzhu straightened her pajamas collar and came out, taking a new set of clothes from the closet for Fang Ziye as well.

"Senior brother, let's go get the surgery."

"These are new clothes I bought for you. The size is right, but I don't know if they'll fit properly."

As Luo Tingzhu finished speaking, she looked intently into Fang Ziye's eyes and said tenderly, "Don't worry, I've always been yours."

Fang Ziye took the clothes, then squeezed Luo Tingzhu's hands, and went straight to the living room.

After Fang Ziye changed his clothes and was about to leave, he noticed that Luo Tingzhu's master bedroom door was also closed: "Tingzhu, I'm going to the operating room."

Fang Ziye can't be a scumbag and just leave without explaining anything when an emergency surgery is needed.

"Senior, you go first, I'll come to the emergency operating room in a bit."

"Teacher Zeng called me too," Luo Tingzhu said in a clear voice. But girls changing clothes always make a rustling sound.

Fang Ziye couldn't wait any longer. After changing his shoes, he pushed open the door and closed it again. Looking at the door number across the hall, he sighed, "Damn it."

A moment of blissful intimacy is worth a thousand pieces of gold, but Mom's recipe business didn't even earn a hundred yuan.

(End of this chapter)