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Chapter 409 My Significance Lies in Setting Off (Please Subscribe)

Fang Ziye looked Liu Huanglong up and down again.

Liu Huanglong's appearance is indeed not very good. With his mouth and nose covered by a mask, his long face, small eyes, and short eyebrows are all mixed together, making him look awkward.

Without looking at the mouth and nose, they appear even more "shifty-eyed".

"Teacher Liu, our growth is inseparable from your guidance." After the surgery, Fang Ziye made a point of comforting Liu Huanglong after Luo Tingzhu left.

If Fang Ziye put himself in Liu Huanglong's shoes and looked at himself from Liu Huanglong's perspective, he would also feel that Liu Huanglong was somewhat desperate.

When I first arrived at Zhongnan Hospital, my intention was naturally to make my contribution and achieve great things.

Before he could even roll up his sleeves, Fang Ziye took the whole pot.

Participating in original creation and being forced to make progress by being listed as an author within the original creation team are two different concepts.

Liu Huanglong's current strength, ability, and qualifications are among the best in the country, and he has his own unique pride. He thought that by changing platforms, he could rely on his abilities to reach his limit once again.

This idea just arises, like running the whole basketball court, dodging all the competitors, and then, as an excellent guard, you're about to make a beautiful shot by positioning yourself.

He discovered that he was only one meter tall, a major disadvantage for someone who is short, and Fang Ziye snatched the ball from his hands and dunked it on him...

Before Liu Huanglong could reply, Professor Deng Yong put his arm around him and quickened his pace, saying, "Yes, yes, Professor Liu."

“Our team’s growth is definitely inseparable from your guidance,” Deng Yong said, winking at Liu Huanglong as he spoke.

Deng Yong, I have something to say.

Liu Huanglong's body returned to normal after stiffening. After his eyes darted around twice, he turned back and said, "Ziye, why don't you go back and rest first, or you can take the two young men to get something to eat, and I'll come back to settle the bill later."

After saying that, Liu Huanglong and Deng Yong moved to another place.

That wasn't the direction of the changing room; it seemed to be a fire escape from the emergency operating room, probably leading to an unnamed "smoking area."

Wang Yuanqi said with a smile, "Ziye, are you in a bad mood today? How about we go get some skewers?"

"Professor Xie said that the current emergency consultation task belongs to the trauma center."

"Emergency consultations at the Department of Trauma Surgery of Zhongnan Hospital will eventually have to be conducted outside of your own department, so when appropriate, you should eat and drink as usual and not put too much psychological pressure on yourself."

Fang Ziye looked at Wang Yuanqi, his lips twitching slightly, his expression serious: "Brother Qi, I'm making a living now, so I have to live up to it."

But in his heart, he cursed—

Brother Wang, if you had said that three hours earlier, I would have already finished my business...

However, Wang Yuanqi's words must have made sense.

No department in any hospital can function properly without a single person.

At worst, it might not be that good; it certainly won't be unable to function properly.

Fang Ziye and his three friends then agreed to go to the residential area behind the hospital to find a place for barbecue. They also discussed that if they couldn't find one, they would go in the direction of Han Street.

……

After Liu Huanglong followed Deng Yong and pushed open a yellow-lacquered wooden door, the familiar "smell of this brush" immediately greeted them.

The office was empty at the moment, and after Deng Yong entered, he turned on a switch, and the super-powerful air circulation fan was in full swing.

Deng Yong said, "Professor Liu, I thought you didn't like smoking, but I didn't realize that you're actually more addicted than me."

As Deng Yong spoke, he took out his 1916 and gave one to Liu Huanglong.

Liu Huanglong lit the cigarette with a snap, squinted his eyes, took a deep drag, and said, "I didn't smoke before I was thirty-two. After I turned thirty-two, it was all thanks to the trust of my subordinates in the department. There were emergency cases almost every day, endless surgeries every day, and amputations of limbs and fingers every day."

"Our city of Han can barely be considered a heavy industrial city."

“Zhongnan Hospital is far from the factory area, but Peking Union Medical College Hospital, where I used to work, is the preferred hospital for almost all factory workers who have suffered limb or finger amputations. Even now, we still see two or three such cases every night.”

"It can accommodate a maximum of two patients at the same time."

"We only send patients to Tongji Hospital when we really can't finish the work," Liu Huanglong complained, recounting his hardships.

Even someone as outstanding as me, who has worked so hard and struggled so much to reach this level and skill, how come I'm back at my 'old home' at Zhongnan Hospital, looking like I'm made of paper in front of Fang Ziye?

My rise to professor was partly due to the support of my father-in-law, but my own hard work and abilities were the most crucial factors.

Without the corresponding background and strength, how did you climb to the rank of full professor earlier than others? Do you think that associate professors can't afford to report such cases, or are journalists unwilling to expose a case of a 'deadbeat' in the medical field?
"The hand surgery department at Peking Union Medical College Hospital is second to none. Patients are willing to come there, and factory administrators are also willing to send their employees there."

“The lower the disability level, the lower the compensation amount. Relatively speaking, medical expenses with insurance are negligible.” Deng Yong didn’t turn on the light, so after sitting down, all he could see was the cigarette in front of Liu Huanglong’s mouth.

When the fireworks occasionally blazed brightly, Liu Huanglong's contorted face was faintly visible.

Deng Yong understood Liu Huanglong and said, "Huanglong, there's no one here, and there are no lights at this time."

"The night can dispel all unfamiliarity and drive away all familiarity. Let's shed our identities and have a casual chat."

"This is a pattern of thinking about life that one of my junior doctors often used. He later recommended it to me."

This time, Deng Yong did not call him Professor Liu.

"Who is it? Dr. Yuan Weihong?" Liu Huanglong immediately understood and pointed out the junior doctor.

Deng Yong nodded, but Liu Huanglong couldn't see it. Deng Yong took a breath and then said in a low voice, "Huanglong, master and disciple are like father and son, but in the end, they are just like father and son."

"Under certain circumstances, they may also be in a superior-subordinate or colleague relationship. There are moments when, even when they are master and apprentice, the master may be afraid of not being able to make a living and being replaced by the apprentice if the apprentice makes too much progress."

Do you agree with this statement?

Almost as soon as Deng Yong finished speaking, Liu Huanglong retorted, "Has no one told you, Professor Deng, that you've also taken other people's jobs?"

"Hey!~"

Deng Yong suddenly became high-profile, but he only managed to utter one word before falling silent.

If one could clearly see Deng Yong's face at this moment, one would know that his defenses had undoubtedly been breached—

Okay, so I, Deng Yong, am begging for more than my due, right? You, Liu Huanglong, are now, and have always been seen as a thorn in the side by others, while my promotion has been just average?

Fine, you're all high and mighty now.

Liu Huanglong then said, "Of course, Teacher Deng, the past is the past, and the present is the present."

"You can never understand this feeling without experiencing it firsthand."

"I admire Dr. Yuan for coming up with such a wonderful way to clear your mind. The feeling of being swallowed by the darkness is quite fitting for my mood and the theme."

"After all, we are all human beings, and human power is too insignificant."

Liu Huanglong continued, "A long time ago, many people even wanted to compare me with Dr. Wu from the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery!"

“I’ve occasionally thought about comparing myself to them, but as time goes by and I get older, I’ve become more and more aware of my own ordinariness and the greatness of my predecessors.”

"Compared to Mr. Wu's talent, I am at most half-baked. I would be satisfied if I could achieve in twenty years what Mr. Wu accomplished in ten years."

Liu Huanglong's voice was filled with frustration.

At the same time, Liu Huanglong extinguished the cigarette in his right hand and put it into the ashtray he had seen earlier when he smoked. Then, Liu Huanglong offered Deng Yong a blue Yellow Crane Tower cigarette with a blue mouthpiece.

Nineteen yuan a pack, in some places it might be twenty-one yuan a pack, and a long time ago it was usually eighteen yuan a pack of the Blue-beaked Yellow Crane Tower brand.

Deng Yong felt something was off when he touched it: "Huanglong, why are you smoking this kind of cigarette?"

Given Liu Huanglong's current economic situation, buying a pack of Huanghelou cigarettes for 110 yuan is within his means, and if things get really bad, 40 or 50 yuan a pack is definitely a daily occurrence for him.

"It was recommended by a friend of mine. He used to smoke this kind of cigarettes a lot when he was in college."

"After I learned to smoke, I was always curious about the taste of this cigarette, so I kept smoking it."

"Teacher Deng, why don't you try a cheap cigarette?" Liu Huanglong said in a very down-to-earth manner.

This statement clearly carried a hint of the past, but Deng Yong wasn't particularly curious about Liu Huanglong's past. Given their current relationship, discussing the past in depth would be considered too intimate.

"The flavor is quite unique. I smoked it many years ago," Deng Yong said with a smile after lighting it.

After the cigarette butt in Liu Huanglong's mouth flashed three times, he said, "Teacher Deng, if I may be so bold as to say something presumptuous, you are both incredibly lucky to have met this student, and incredibly unlucky, aren't you?"

Deng Yong's tone immediately turned serious: "Huanglong, you're going a bit too far with what you're saying. I've always considered Ziye my prized disciple."

Liu Huanglong then spoke dismissively: "Even a beloved disciple needs a proper teacher-student relationship. I think you're just a pathetic sucker, Teacher Deng."

"Dr. Yuan Weihong has taken all the best time of his mentorship, reaping the full harvest of the sense of accomplishment from watching his seedlings grow step by step. Now that he can't control them anymore, and the trees he planted have become sentient, he's dumping them on you, Teacher Deng."

"Teacher Deng, I just want to ask you a question."

"Which skill of Fang Ziye's was taught to you by hand?"

They're all ancient foxes, why are you singing about ghost stories?

Liu Huanglong has taught students and served as a mentor before, so how could he not know when the happiest time is when mentoring students?

In any case, it's definitely not the case that the student completely escapes your control, and all you can do is silently hide behind him and take the blame.

Deng Yong fell silent.

Silent for a long time.

Silence remained for a long time afterward.

They were very well-mannered and did not become desperate after hearing Liu Huanglong's question.

"Sigh!" After saying that, Liu Huanglong stopped dragging things out and let out a long sigh. He and Deng Yong enjoyed the quiet time until their cigarette butts died down.

Deng Yong offered Liu Huanglong another one, but Liu Huanglong politely declined.

Deng Yong insisted on giving more: "Huanglong, no matter what, you must remember that we are a team. A team must have a core backbone, as well as non-core support structures."

"I'm sorry, the facts may not be what you originally intended when you came to our Zhongnan Hospital, but I am Ziye's teacher, so I have to consider his needs more."

“But you are not Ziye’s teacher, so you can have other options.”

There shouldn't be too many people making decisions on a team.

Liu Huanglong and Deng Yong are not on the same side, so if the team really needs a name, Deng Yong would definitely support naming it Fang Ziye instead of Liu Huanglong.

Liu Huanglong is considered an outsider. Even though he has a powerful father-in-law, he still can't come over and remove the hat.

Liu Huanglong thought for a moment and then took the cigarette that Deng Yong offered him.

He said, "Does Professor Deng think that I, Liu Huanglong, came to Zhongnan Hospital just for fame and fortune?"

Deng Yong shook his head, but unfortunately, Liu Huanglong couldn't see it in the darkness.

“That’s definitely not the case. Huanglong, if you’re after fame and fortune, it would be better for you to stay in the Hand Surgery Department at Peking Union Medical College Hospital than come to our Trauma Surgery Department.” Deng Yong’s tone returned to normal, with a slight joking tone.

Upon hearing this, Liu Huanglong said, "Professor Deng, if I told you that my career prospects at Peking Union Medical College Hospital would actually be relatively limited, would you believe me?"

Deng Yong didn't reply, but that didn't mean he didn't believe him; rather, he was carefully considering the meaning behind Liu Huanglong's words.

After a while, Deng Yong tactfully changed the subject: "Huanglong, let's not talk about this anymore..."

"In any case, our team has now successfully performed three limb-sparing surgeries for severe injuries!"

"Furthermore, we have also successfully carried out functional reconstruction surgery after trauma on little Yan Chu."

"We wouldn't dare say she'll be completely restored, that would be too much of an exaggeration, but we can confidently say that she's recovered to her current level of function."

"There are currently no two cases nationwide." Deng Yong's description was relatively cautious.

The closer you are to success, the less you should boast about your achievements. China is a vast and resource-rich country; there are bound to be other extraordinary individuals or predecessors who have accomplished similar incredible feats.

Leaving yourself an escape route when you speak is also an art.

Of course, the fact that there are no other cases is already impressive enough.

Once such case studies are published, future national academic conferences on trauma surgery will inevitably include a dedicated session on destructive injuries.

What does it mean to have your own dedicated session at a national academic conference to give you a platform to "show off"?
Such special events are usually synonymous with top-tier bigwigs.

"A certain hospital, a certain center".

"An academician's innovation and improvement of a certain surgical technique..."

Liu Huanglong, being quite tactful, calmly replied, "Professor Deng, there are no two cases yet, but there will be countless."

"This is the blessing of innovation!"

"The benefits brought by innovation will inevitably benefit a whole series of patients. If only our team can replicate it while other teams find it difficult to do so, then it will only be the luck of a few."

"Ziye is very strong."

“Innovation requires such strong creativity and innovative ability, so considering all factors, it’s not unreasonable to use it as a good foil.” After saying this, Liu Huanglong lit a cigarette in his hand.

This is the third one.

But three sticks it is. Liu Huanglong needs something external to calm his burning emotions.

A good ten minutes or so later, Deng Yongcai and Liu Huanglong walked out as if nothing had happened, chatting and laughing as they left the emergency operating room.

……

At a barbecue stall in the affiliated community of Zhongnan Hospital, Fang Ziye, Wang Yuanqi, and three others sat around a small table.

Wang Yuanqi, as the senior student, held up the menu and said, "This meal is on me today."

"Ziye, I know you're rich now, but your senior brother isn't that poor, so don't try to steal it."

"Boss, a dozen oysters, please," Wang Yuanqi called out to the barbecue restaurant owner.

"Okay, boss, coming right away."

With a forced smile, Xiong Jinhuan lowered his voice, which sounded slightly lewd: "Brother Ye, want some beer to drown your sorrows?" In Xiong Jinhuan's view, Fang Ziye was probably angry with his girlfriend, and because he was busy with work, he didn't have time to coax her, so Luo Tingzhu barged into the emergency operating room.

"What worries can beer drown?" Fang Ziye asked, holding his phone.

He texted Luo Tingzhu to ask if she wanted to come over for a late-night snack, but Luo Tingzhu replied that she wouldn't come.

After sending the patient to the ICU, Luo Tingzhu moved on to the next emergency operating room.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you today?"

"How could the entire surgery be done so quickly after causing such severe damage?" Luo Tingzhu sent a message to ask while waiting for the patient to enter the operating room.

Luo Tingzhu, who had prepared the tray of general anesthesia medication, had a slightly conflicted expression.

On the one hand, she could understand Fang Ziye...

On the other hand, Luo Tingzhu wondered if Fang Ziye was holding a grudge against the patient.

The patient's arrival interrupted Fang Ziye's good time, and he himself became just another outlet for his frustrations...

"I try my best to do my best. Every step I take is done with high quality and quantity."

"Being fast but not practical is irresponsible," Fang Ziye added after sending two messages.

"Tingzhu, don't overthink it."

Luo Tingzhu hadn't had a heart-to-heart talk with Fang Ziye for a long time. Today, Fang Ziye suddenly returned to the rented room, and Luo Tingzhu felt a sense of unfamiliarity as they met again, as they were in a long-distance relationship.

"No, no, senior brother," Luo Tingzhu replied obediently.

The intelligent woman did not openly discuss this matter.

First, they are shy and embarrassed to speak up.

Secondly, some things lose their meaning once they're explained, so there's no need to give Fang Ziye a special label.

"Tingzhu, you go ahead and get busy."

"I'm having a late-night snack with Senior Brother Wang and the others."

"I'll pack some up for you later." Fang Ziye felt he had already explained a few things, so he didn't press the matter further.

Actually, Fang Ziye did have some emotional moments; otherwise, he wouldn't have spent so much on knowledge points all at once.

This cannot be said, but it is a fact.

Fang Ziye didn't think he was despicable. There are plenty of perverts out there, and the world will never mind having one more Fang Ziye.

To be sensual without being lewd is also the conduct of a gentleman.

"Ziye, you're doing well. You've calmed down your junior sister so quickly?" Wang Yuanqi asked as Fang Ziye put down his phone.

Fang Ziye said, "Senior brother, don't listen to Jinhuan's nonsense. We're not angry, we didn't argue, and there's no misunderstanding."

"Let's talk about something else..."

Fang Ziye then looked at Xiong Jinhuan with a serious expression: "Jinhuan, there are a few reasons why I didn't give you any chance to make a move today."

"First, I have a great feel for the game; second, I'm in great form; and third, I feel like I've hit a wall, so I have to immerse myself in it..."

“I didn’t just not give you many opportunities, I didn’t give my teachers, Professor Deng Yong and Professor Liu Huanglong, the same. During that period, I knew I couldn’t stop…”

Upon hearing this, Xiong Jinhuan nodded repeatedly.

Wang Yuanqi and Gong Ziming were naturally fooled by Fang Ziye's serious nonsense.

Wang Yuanqi explained thoughtfully, "That's true. When it comes to a crucial moment for promotion, everyone is just thinking about going all out and rushing forward. How could anyone think about holding back?"

"Did you see Professor Liu's expression today?"

"This is the first time I've seen Professor Liu's expression look so unpleasant."

"This is Professor Liu Huanglong!!!"

Wang Yuanqi's words made Fang Ziye's explanation more convincing.

At such a crucial time for breaking through his strength, how could he possibly think of feeding Xiong Jinhuan?

Wang Yuanqi mentioned the key point, which was Liu Huanglong.

The 36-year-old professor was awarded the title of Outstanding Young Person, and even Deng Yong had to give way to Liu Huanglong in public at hospital meetings.

Even Professor Du Xinzhan, the head of the orthopedics department, who attended the national orthopedic conference, was relatively less respected than Liu Huanglong.

In a hospital, your skills determine your contribution to the patients who come to your hospital. The more surgeries you can perform, the stronger your ability to serve patients is.

But outside the hospital, if you're simply serving your hospital's patients without any research output or significant contribution to the development of the discipline, then you should just stay in your hospital and focus on treating patients.

What are you doing out here?
The development of any discipline is absolutely inseparable from scientific research.

It's not about whether your professional skills are good or not, but simply having good professional skills isn't enough.

Many famous professors in China are not known for their technical skills alone.

Just like the development and advancement of China's aerospace engineering or other projects, it is definitely not something that can be achieved by highly skilled technical workers alone.

Although Yuan Longping could not compare to farmers in farming or mathematics professors in calculations, it did not affect his title as the God of Agriculture.

Qian Xuesen's contribution certainly wasn't piecing together artificial satellites; he might not even know how to weld, but that doesn't diminish his reputation as the father of China's aerospace industry.

The number of patients personally treated by Ms. Tu Youyou is definitely not among the top in China, but that does not diminish her influence in the world...

Gong Ziming asked with a grin, "Senior Brother Wang, are you saying that Professor Liu's prowess only serves to highlight Senior Brother Fang's even greater skill?"

Before Gong Ziming could finish speaking, Wang Yuanqi patted him on the shoulder.

"You can think about it, but you can't say it. Do you want to harm yourself, or do you want to harm your senior brother Fang?"

"Public opinion is a fearsome thing; it can melt metal with the power of many voices!"

"If Professor Liu Huanglong is a magnanimous person, then so be it. But what if he's petty and takes this to heart, and then uses it against Ziye?"

"Do you know Professor Liu Huanglong?" Wang Yuanqi's voice was cold.

This is not about labeling Liu Huanglong, but rather that people who don't know him should not try to guess his temperament, and even less should they have any particular likes or dislikes about a person's character.

Gong Ziming pursed his lips, lowered his head, and then looked at Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye also said, "Gong Ziming, don't think like that anymore. Let's just do what we need to do."

"Reputation does not diminish ability. No matter what, as long as we are good enough, other reputations are mostly external things."

"Having just the right amount is naturally the best, but if we don't have it, it's enough for us to have clothes to wear and food to eat."

At your age, would it feel good to say that you are better than Liu Huanglong?

A little, but not too bad.

The true measure of a person's skill or lack thereof is demonstrated through their actions, not by words.

"Okay, senior brother, I won't say it again." Gong Ziming said, pursing his lips.

Wang Yuanqi then said, "You can say that about me. You can say I'm much worse than your Senior Brother Fang. You can say I..."

Gong Ziming grinned and delivered the final blow: "That doesn't need to be said, does it?"

Upon hearing this, Xiong Jinhuan watched as Wang Yuanqi gestured at Gong Ziming with his fingers again, but instead of giving him any pitying look, she felt that Gong Ziming deserved it.

"I never expected Ziming to be so sharp-tongued. I really didn't know that before," Xiong Jinhuan said, refilling Fang Ziye's glass with his soda.

"You'll know once you try it," Wang Yuanqi said.

But after finishing the conversation, he felt it was pointless and started getting down to business: "Ziye, Professor Xie Jinyuan's idea is to let me temporarily take over your emergency surgery authority from now on."

"If it's a minor operation or minor damage, I'll let you do it. But if it's not handled well or if problems arise, then you, Ziye, will have to handle it."

"Of course, if there's a big job, Professor Xie definitely won't be able to leave, and you'll have to call someone for help, Ziye."

Wang Yuanqi lowered his voice slightly as he said this: "Ziye, your senior brother knows that this will reduce your opportunities to take action, but your senior brother needs opportunities to take action even more, so I want to follow you and gain some experience in advance."

"What do you think? Let's be frank with each other, fellow disciples."

Wang Yuanqi's proposal does indeed seem to be cutting off Fang Ziye's source of knowledge in half.

However, Wang Yuanqi's proposal was a relief for Fang Ziye.

Wang Yuanqi took over the minor emergency surgery, so Fang Ziye might be able to sleep through the night from now on.

Such major jobs as damage and destruction are not something that happen every day.

Because of Xie Jinyuan's connections, who would dare to call Fang Ziye for vascular injury in the future?

However, Wang Yuanqi's actions effectively shattered the "following the emergency room" agreement between Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian.

Zhongnan Hospital is facing a shortage of patients.

Every opportunity to operate is precious, so Fang Ziye dared not readily agree, nor dared he directly refuse.

After all, Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi had shamelessly begged him.

Fang Ziye is currently unable to achieve freedom of knowledge points and dares not easily give up the small source of knowledge points from emergency diseases.

"Senior Brother Wang, how about this, the two of us take turns."

"The main thing is that I also promised the guys in the department that I would teach them how to practice their basic skills by working with emergency patients."

“If you agree to take turns with me, then you might also need to help me mentor the brothers,” Fang Ziye said.

Even Xiong Jinhuan agreed with this reason.

Xiong Jinhuan had worked so hard to get her teacher to become Fang Ziye's apprentice; it would be a real tragedy if Wang Yuanqi were to take it away so easily.

Even now, Xiong Jinhuan feels that Wang Yuanqi has gone a bit too far.

You're just Fang Ziye's senior, not his teacher. What gives you the right to take turns with him? Do you even have that kind of ability?

If you have such abilities, why are you going to the trauma center? Why don't you stay in the trauma surgery department as the chief resident?

Naturally, these are things that can be thought but not spoken.

Xiong Jinhuan smiled and said, "Senior Brother Wang, you may have to work hard in the future. Our knowledge is very limited, and there are many things we need to ask you for advice."

Gong Ziming lowered his head and remained silent.

Gong Ziming knew that if Wang Yuanqi obtained the authority to perform emergency surgeries, his own opportunities to practice in emergency care would be relatively more flexible.

The tower near the water gets the moon first.

A surgeon who doesn't think about practicing his skills is being irresponsible to his patients.

What will I do if I start practicing independently in the future?
What if I don't have a teacher or a superior as awesome as Professor Deng to protect me after I start working?
To practice at that point would be the greatest irresponsibility towards the patient.

"Okay, let's take turns."

"Thank you, Ziye!" Wang Yuanqi was overjoyed, his face scrunched up like a chrysanthemum, and with a bright smile, he offered Fang Ziye a glass of cola.

Her slightly 'humble' demeanor subtly touched Fang Ziye's heartstrings.

At this moment, Fang Ziye was thinking that if it weren't for his extraordinary encounter, he wouldn't even have the right to be as obsequious to others at Zhongnan Hospital as Wang Yuanqi.

this is the truth.

In the real world, most people are ordinary people, living their lives in various corners of the world, in various difficult ways.

"Senior brother, you flatter me. I should be thanking you." Fang Ziye slightly set down the rim of his cup.

Then she reached out and raised Wang Yuanqi's right hand.

After clinking glasses, he drank it all in one gulp.

Although the cola didn't burn his throat, it still slightly stirred Fang Ziye's mood.

At that moment, Fang Ziye had a belief that he would "persist in the most".

No matter how high you rise in the future, you must never forget where you came from, nor forget your original intention. Only by staying true to yourself can you achieve your goals.

then.

Fang Ziye then toasted with everyone one by one!

Everyone chatted about the past, the future, and their hopes for the future.

Among them, Fang Ziye spoke the least, because if Fang Ziye's future is described too highly, it would be an overwhelming display of arrogance; if he describes it too modestly, it would be a different kind of arrogance.

Wang Yuanqi said he wants to go back to trauma surgery and become a trauma surgeon, instead of lingering on the fringes of the hospital.

Xiong Jinhuan said he wanted to stay in the hospital, and if the opportunity arose, he would prefer to go to the emergency trauma center.

Gong Ziming said he wants to graduate, publish a few articles, and it would be even better if he could stay at the hospital; he wants a more fulfilling life...

Fang Ziye said he wanted to take a rest.

This incomplete and dilapidated "closed loop" instantly turned Wang Yuanqi and the other two's eyes red!
Fang Ziye wanted to rest; he really wanted to rest.

They, on the other hand, could rest but dared not.

Life is just a series of strange closed loops...

After finishing their conversation, without further sentimentality, Fang Ziye packed up Luo Tingzhu's favorite butter, beef, cartilage, and beef tendon, and went to the emergency room to feed her a late-night snack...

(End of this chapter)