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Chapter 433 Digging and Digging in Fang Ziye's House (Please Subscribe)
"Regarding the question I asked earlier, I would like to explain it to my colleagues in detail here. The idea of ​​limb salvage surgery for catastrophic injuries was indeed first proposed by me."

Duan Hong stood up. His chubby figure looked a bit like the typical obese middle-aged man next door, even somewhat sturdy.

However, Duan Hong's demeanor at this moment was beyond that of ordinary people. He was neither arrogant nor angry, and his voice was loud and clear: "But putting forward an idea does not mean taking possession of it. I have indeed invited some experts to perform limb-saving surgery on severe injuries, and I have indeed successfully saved the limbs."

"But preserving the viability of a limb and restoring its function are two different things. In addition, other professors, including Ziye, have contributed to my successful limb preservation cases, and their assistance is irreplaceable."

"If I remember correctly, during my last private conversation with Professor Deng Yong, he said that since March, Zhongnan Hospital has not yet treated a single case of amputation for any of the devastating injuries."

"Such a team's strength can be described as the top level in the province."

After Duan Hong stood up to endorse Fang Ziye, he completely confirmed the comprehensive capabilities of Fang Ziye's team and also verified the authenticity of this clinical technology project.

The uproar from the audience gradually subsided, replaced by hushed whispers in small groups.

The 'manual reduction' technique that Fang Ziye performed during his live surgery is only for quick fracture treatment and simply improves the quality of fracture surgery.

Many top teaching hospitals have long since moved beyond the 'basic stage' of simply performing fracture surgery, and are therefore in a state of flux, where learning is optional.

However, it is clear that the choice between limb preservation and amputation for severe injuries will become a completely new indicator for measuring overall strength.

The increase in cases of 'destructive injury' is due to the development of science and technology, which has led to a higher incidence of violent injuries. High energy levels have exacerbated the severity of the injuries.

The dual nature of technological development means that scientific progress will never stop. Therefore, in this new era where cars are getting faster and buildings are getting taller, the number of patients suffering from destructive injuries will only increase, not decrease.

This is an inevitable choice for global economic development.

After all, no matter how much security is emphasized, China and the world can never go back to the era of slow travel and letter delivery.

After giving everyone about half a minute to discuss and digest the information, Duan Hong asked very cautiously, "Dr. Fang, I have two more questions that are unrelated to the specialist theory you just shared. I hope Dr. Fang can answer them."

"The problems are all very simple."

Fang Ziye replied almost instantly, smiling, "Teacher Duan, please speak."

"First, our department has treated several patients with severe injuries and successfully saved their limbs, but we don't know how to proceed afterward. If it's convenient for you, Dr. Fang, could you come to Tongji Hospital and give us some guidance?"

"Secondly, if Dr. Fang or your team ever sets up a small teaching class, please remember to let us know." Duan Hong smiled, lightening the mood of the conversation.

Fang Ziye was taken aback: "Professor Duan, you could have discussed these two questions privately."

"I dare not presume to offer guidance. Professor Duan, you are too modest. Your modesty is so great that it frightens me. I don't even dare to visit you rashly."

Fang Ziye used a strategy of retreat as a means of advancement.

Who is Duan Hong? What level of hospital is Tongji Hospital? It's fine to discuss this privately, but to say it publicly gives Fang Ziye a thousand reasons to suspect that there's a trap behind this question.

Problems that are made public should be resolved publicly.

Fang Ziye's apprehension stemmed from his respect for Tongji University and Duan Hong.

After all, Fang Ziye had already realized that his teacher Deng Yong and Duan Hong were not on the same level at all. If the two of them played together, Deng Yong would be at a complete disadvantage.

Is this Deng Yong's dish?

Definitely not. Deng Yong is already thriving at Zhongnan Hospital. This is because there is a slight difference in their perspectives, status, class, and level.

Fang Ziye's current experience is still far from that of his teacher, so naturally he doesn't dare to play any tricks on Duan Hong. He directly admits defeat, saying, "I'm young, I can back down easily."

Fang Ziye's words gave Deng Yong a way out: "Professor Duan, I'm still in my prime, so there's no need for you to worry about mentoring students."

"As for giving advice to Tongji Hospital, Professor Duan, you don't need to flatter us too much. Although we at Zhongnan Hospital only have a few big and small staff, we still have the most basic family education."

Duan Hongdun smiled and said, "Professor Deng, isn't that how the misunderstanding arose?"

"The phrase 'praise to death' is a bit too harsh."

Duan Hong glanced at the time and continued, "Once again, thank you to Dr. Fang Ziye from Zhongnan Hospital for bringing us such a wonderful sharing of clinical research topics, which has raised the academic theme of our Hubei Province Mid-Year Trauma Surgery Academic Conference to a new level."

"After all, brilliance can't fill an empty stomach. It's lunchtime, so let's go eat first. After lunch, we'll continue enjoying the afternoon's academic feast. I'm sure the speakers' presentations this afternoon will be even more interesting..."

"..."

After Duan Hong announced the end of the second half of the morning session's academic exchange meeting, Fang Ziye's location was immediately surrounded by people.

The people who joined Fangziye's WeChat account this time are of a high rank.

The provincial central hospital, the city central hospital, and Liyuan Hospital are mostly local hospitals in Wuhan. There are also some particularly famous prefecture-level city hospitals, such as teaching hospitals like the Affiliated Hospital of Three Gorges University, which are also willing to participate in this hot topic of traumatic injury as soon as possible.

Fang Ziye held up his QR code like a statue, displaying his status in the crowd: "Excuse me, teachers, could you please scan this?"

"Thank you so much for your hard work! ~"

What is academic exchange? It is exchanging ideas with peers, with scholars, learning from seniors, and discussing with juniors. Making friends through academic pursuits is what it means to make friends.

A person's standing in the department is earned through sheer strength, one punch and one kick at a time.

However, if one wants to gain a certain status in the martial arts world throughout the province, one can only spread one's fame by using methods that go beyond ordinary martial arts moves.

Even more remarkably, some disseminate their research findings through academic conferences and professional courses, sharing their ideas, techniques, and dreams with colleagues across the province, striving to benefit every patient. This is the mark of a professor, a doctor…

Even more remarkably, some spread their ideas throughout the country, promote them in textbooks, and benefit the entire nation with their inventions and creations, thus becoming great physicians of the nation.

There are also those who, with their own strength, eradicate a disease in a wholesale manner, greatly benefiting patients worldwide, thus leaving their mark on history, such as Ms. Tu Youyou!
These were all things that Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong had arranged before the academic conference began.

Don't proactively add other people as friends, but if someone adds you as a friend, it's best not to refuse.

Fang Ziye is currently in the process of making friends. He will need to have some friends in the future to make it easier to travel around the province. If you're going to act all high and mighty, even if you're a top academician, what can you do if I don't associate with you or pay attention to you?
Who depends on whom for a living?

After adding a few more, Fang Ziye couldn't see anyone else scanning with their phone even on tiptoe. He then put away his own QR code, cupped his hands, and said, "Thank you, excuse me, excuse me, thank you."

"I'm going to see the teacher."

The crowd that Fang Ziye requested actively parted to create a passageway, and Fang Ziye quickly slid sideways out, only to be sandwiched between Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong.

Perhaps due to the limited width of the alley, Professor Han Yuanxiao and Associate Professor Chen Fang had already left as a team.

"How are you feeling, Ziye?" Yuan Weihong asked, standing with his hands behind his back and tilting his head to the right.

"I was very nervous when I was speaking, and even more nervous when I was asked questions, but after the questions were asked, I felt that everyone was very enthusiastic."

"I never thought I could add so many teachers as friends." Fang Ziye rubbed his nose with his right hand, his mouth was so hard to suppress that his teeth unconsciously stuck into the air.

"You did think about it, but not this soon, right?" Yuan Weihong scoffed, directly peeling away Fang Ziye's disguise to reveal the naked Fang Ziye.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye pursed his lips, nodded obediently, tucked his chin in, and murmured, "Actually, I was thinking about it on Teacher's Day the year before last."

"That time was the first time I heard my master talk about the whole picture of the world. I felt that the world was very big and I was very small. I even felt that I could not even leave my hometown, Enshi."

"Let alone reaching the entire province?"

Yuan Weihong's expression darkened slightly. He had almost no recollection of the Teacher's Day that Fang Ziye remembered so vividly. He then turned his head to look at Deng Yong next door.

Deng Yong, the protagonist of Teacher's Day, was even more confused about what he had said back then that made Fang Ziye remember it so vividly.

Deng Yong said, "Cultivate these friends you added today well, as they will become your most direct source of personnel resources across the province. If you want to collect cases that interest you in the future, or if you need to conduct consultations or surgeries at prefecture-level city hospitals, they will be the people you contact most often."

"Of course, running a business doesn't mean you have to treat them like people in your department," Deng Yong remarked.

When Deng Yong first noticed Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye was still a 'sycophant,' fawning over his seniors, superiors, and teachers.

Now that he's in a superior position, Fang Ziye occasionally likes to act like a senior brother or superior, meticulously calculating everyone's status.

Of course, there's nothing wrong with getting along with people in the department this way. At least you can bring them direct benefits. Everyone is a direct fellow student, and if you're a little fierce, they'll just take it as concern.

This approach is obviously not suitable when interacting with colleagues from prefecture-level city hospitals.

"Master, don't worry, I roughly know what to do. I even went to Enshi Central Hospital to learn before," Fang Ziye said, following beside Deng Yong.

Because Fang Ziye was too young, Deng Yong didn't get to fully experience being Fang Ziye's mentor before Fang Ziye graduated. As a result, Deng Yong didn't even realize that Fang Ziye had been to Enshi Central Hospital.

"Eat at the venue or go back to eat?" Deng Yong asked without giving any further instructions.

"Master." Fang Ziye shook his head left and right, using the word "Master" in a double entendre, and said, "I'll go back to eat and also go take over Teacher Xie's shift early. Teacher Xie has been on duty for a long time now, and I'll feel embarrassed if I don't go."

During the trauma surgery period, it was Qin Geluo who was "injured"; now it is Xie Jinyuan who is "injured".

Fang Ziye felt extremely guilty, as it was simply his duty to do his job.

If you put yourself in his shoes, if a professional master's degree holder asked Fang Ziye to take his place for a 24-hour shift, Fang Ziye might agree, but he wouldn't feel comfortable about it.

Respect yourself and others.

Xie Jinyuan had no choice.

"Then go ahead, be careful on the road."

……

Fang Ziye's right wrist was a little sore after getting off the ride-hailing car at the entrance of the emergency department of Zhongnan Hospital. He had added dozens of friends and made notes on them, but there were still dozens of unread friend requests that he hadn't cleared.

After putting his phone away, Fang Ziye turned and went inside.

"Handsome guy, roasted sweet potatoes." The owner of the stall selling charcoal-roasted sweet potatoes at the entrance had a big smile on his face.

Fang Ziye was a little hungry, so he asked, "How much is it?"

"Ten yuan a pound. How much do you want?" The boss immediately started grabbing plastic bags after hearing Fang Ziye's reply.

Fang Ziye quickly waved his hands and head, "Thank you, but no thanks!"

What the heck? In Fang Ziye's hometown, sweet potatoes were often used to feed pigs. When raw sweet potatoes were in season, they were only a few cents a pound. Roasted sweet potatoes were a bit more expensive, but if they were five yuan a pound, Fang Ziye could still grit his teeth and eat one.

Ten yuan per pound.

It's not that Fang Ziye can't afford it; the interest he earns on his Taobao account is enough to support a family, but the cost-effectiveness is too low, so Fang Ziye would rather not take it.

Wouldn't a few extra dollars for a roasted meat rice dish be more delicious than roasted sweet potato?

After passing through the iron-fenced passageway to the entrance of the emergency department, Fang Ziye was still waving his hand to apologize to his boss. Only after seeing his boss turn around again did he enter the emergency department.

After entering, Fang Ziye first made way for the wheelchair, then turned left and walked towards the rest room in the direction of the emergency trauma center, while ordering takeout.

Just as I finished placing the order and was about to put my phone away, Nie Mingxian called unexpectedly.

He casually took it and put it to his ear: "Brother Xian."

"Ziye, when are you coming to the operating room? This limb transplant surgery can't proceed without you."

Fang Ziye: "Huh? What limb transplant? I just got back from the meeting. I haven't even eaten yet."

Nie Mingxian then explained for a while before Fang Ziye finally understood.

"Brother Xian, you didn't even check if I was talking in my sleep? Never mind, it's not important. Anyway, I'll eat first before I come back."

"Last time I had surgery, I only ate breakfast and couldn't take it. I must eat before coming today. Wait for me a moment, I'll go report to Professor Xie. Then I'll go to the dining room, eat a few bites and come back in no more than twenty minutes."

"Did you sign the informed consent form for the surgery?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Don't worry, Ziye, Zhong Yewei isn't brain-dead. He definitely won't do anything foolish like that again. Besides, I only found out today that Zhong Yewei from the hepatobiliary surgery department also has his reasons!"

"His father was ruined by the former chief resident of the gastroenterology department, do you understand?"

"Huh?" Fang Ziye's voice trembled upon hearing this.

You can't understand a person's thoughts or culture just by looking at them.

"This is a true story; it's about an endoscopic polyp removal procedure." "From my perspective, I completely understand him. If you still have reservations, Ziye, please give me some face," Nie Mingxian said on the phone.

"In fact, the more outrageous something is, the more likely there is a reason behind it, but we just can't see into it."

"Of course, whether you want to come or not, Ziye, is up to you."

"Okay, let me pack up." Fang Ziye hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye put the white coat he was holding in his left hand back down, and then went to the emergency room of the emergency trauma center.

Inside, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan was making a phone call to request a consultation. After Gong Ziming came out and exchanged a few words with Fang Ziye, he rushed back to the consultation room.

Fang Ziye didn't care about anything else. After seeing Gong Ziming explain the situation to Xie Jinyuan and Xie Jinyuan nod, Fang Ziye jogged out of the emergency department and then continued jogging towards the surgical operating room.

To get from the emergency department to the operating room, you need to go from the emergency department building to the orthopedic building, then go up to the top floor of the orthopedic building, and then walk through the passageway to the surgical building.

It was very hot outside, and Fang Ziye was already sweating profusely when he reached the elevator entrance of the orthopedic building.

After carefully considering the whole story of yesterday, Fang Ziye couldn't help but smile.

As an associate professor of hepatobiliary surgery and a surgical practitioner, it sounds outrageous and infuriating that Zhong Yewei would have his brother-in-law sign the informed consent form for surgery.

Even a perfectly normal person knows the operation and organizational structure of consultations and emergency surgeries at Zhongnan Hospital.

If the chief resident needs an emergency consultation and to perform emergency surgery, wouldn't it be putting him in a difficult position?
If Zhong Yewei's emotional intelligence was so low and he always took such unorthodox methods, he might not have been able to get into the hepatobiliary surgery department, let alone become an associate professor.

Imagine, who the hell would want to work with someone like that?

Looking back at yesterday's scene from today, Zhong Yewei's first thought was to apologize, not to play the victim and beg for Fang Ziye's forgiveness. In fact, he avoided the word "moral blackmail".

Fang Ziye wouldn't bother to find out in detail why Zhong Yewei's father lost his life after undergoing a gastroscopy to remove a polyp.

"Once we get to the operating room, let's take another look at the informed consent form. If everything's okay, we'll start the surgery right away. There are just too many things in this world that don't need a reason," Fang Ziye murmured, making his decision.

Actually, from Fang Ziye's perspective, he wasn't wrong. You didn't want me to have the surgery, and you signed the consent form. Whether you live or die has nothing to do with me.
Informed consent and informed refusal are equal rights.

However, sometimes it's unnecessary to define a person based on first impressions.

After arriving at the operating room, Fang Ziye did not wash his hands immediately, but instead checked the patient's medical record first.

Zhong Yewei was also in the operating room at the moment, standing nervously against the wall. He only stood up after Fang Ziye entered the room, and after standing carefully with him for a while, he explained, "Dr. Fang, thank you for your hard work."

"Dr. Nie spent the entire night in the operating room yesterday!"

"I didn't originally intend to bother you, Dr. Fang, but Dr. Nie, Professor Liu, and Associate Professor Peng Long tried to perform the surgery, but they felt that there was no way to make any further progress. So I just used Dr. Nie's phone to call you."

"Signing these documents is definitely not a problem; we've already spoken with the security office!"

Zhong Yewei did not mention anything else, but his expression was earnest.

Zhong Yewei also vividly remembers his conversation with Fang Ziye yesterday. Everyone has their own difficulties and can't withstand much hardship.

Nobody wants to jeopardize their future by taking risks.

After reading it, Fang Ziye looked up and said, "I'm sorry, Professor Zhong, I may have been a little too selfish."

"No, no, Dr. Fang, your decision is the right one."

“We’re both doctors, so I understand your difficulties. It’s just that I was too one-sided and took things out of context,” Zhong Yewei explained.

Fang Ziye went out to wash his hands, and after entering the room, he began to put on a sterile surgical gown and gloves, and then leaned against the operating table.

Before taking the scalpel from Nie Mingxian, Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, tilting his head, "Gong Luoyuan, could you go get my takeout from the emergency room reception desk later?"

"I'll have surgery here for a bit, and then I'll go downstairs to eat."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Yewei, whose bottom had just touched the stool, immediately jumped up: "Dr. Fang, haven't you eaten yet?"

"It's alright, it's alright, I'll arrange it. When your takeout arrives, I'll have him leave it at the door." Zhong Yewei picked up his phone and started scrolling quickly.

Fang Ziye didn't waste time replying and lowered his head to accept the surgical scalpel handed to him by Nie Mingxian.

After glancing at the surgical field, Fang Ziye discovered that Nie Mingxian was currently using a lower limb preservation device modified from a small extracorporeal circulation device. However, the blood supply to the amputated limb was not very good.

This is not a truly suitable extracorporeal circulation device for post-amputation conditions, and the thrombi in the arteries and veins of the affected limb have not yet been completely eliminated.

Ultimately, no matter how skilled Nie Mingxian was, he was only at the "entry-level" stage, not the higher "national master" level.

“Ziye, I’ve tried all the methods you told me about before, but it seems that they haven’t completely eliminated the blood clot. Applying heparin locally hasn’t been able to restore blood flow.”

“If you hadn’t come, I would have had to put a femoral vein filter on the patient and then forcibly perform a limb replantation.”

"Hmm, it's alright, let's take it slowly. Let's first explore the distal blood supply..." Fang Ziye's theoretical knowledge of vascular surgery is very advanced. Therefore, after taking over the surgery, he immediately implemented a feasible approach to treat thrombosis in the residual limb after amputation.

Vascular surgery is Nie Mingxian's specialty and one of his most interesting areas of expertise.

As soon as the surgery began, Nie Mingxian was fully engaged. His hawk-like eyes darted around the surgical field, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

There seemed to be a lot of questions to ask, but it was also clear that this was Fang Zi's first limb transplant surgery, and Zhong Yewei was watching, worried about his family member's condition.

Asking questions before the surgical procedure has reached a completely optimistic stage is a waste of time and unwelcome.

The development of limb preservation devices is the first step in limb replantation surgery. The second step is to treat the stump. Only after the stump is treated well and a high-quality limb replantation is performed can the surgical procedure be considered to be in a smooth state.

Although Liu Huanglong is known as the youngest professor and one of the most qualified hand surgeons, he has never performed a limb replantation surgery after an amputation. At this moment, he still doesn't understand the underlying principles.

When Fang Ziye saw two pairs of confused eyes while he was working, he explained briefly: "My personal understanding is that when dealing with the stump after amputation, the blood flow of the distal artery should be the anchor point."

"Observe where the blood flow comes from, and observe where the blood flow goes."

"Once the blood flow is restored, we can remove the extracorporeal circulation device and then complete the suturing of the arterial end."

"The suturing of the vein end can be slightly prolonged, and it is even feasible to perform suturing in a second stage."

"When segmental necrosis occurs in a limb, our biggest fear is that the lysed cell fluid will enter the body through the bloodstream, causing electrolyte imbalance. But we added a small hemodialysis machine to the venous return end!"

"The blood that flows back in this way will at least have abnormal concentrations of electrolytes and other abnormalities filtered out by the dialysis machine..."

"The key is the small dialysis machine that Brother Xian modified himself."

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian urged, "Brother Ye, stop with the mutual flattery and get started. The small dialysis machine is crucial, but you also need to know how to use it."

"A person who doesn't know how to play cards will lose even if given a hand that requires a little skill."

After Nie Mingxian finished speaking, he looked up, his eyes filled with a yearning that seemed to be 'whipped'.

Don't praise me, just beat me badly so I know how good you are and I can learn from you.

That burning thirst for knowledge, those bright pupils, were like a sharp sword piercing the depths of Fang Ziye's consciousness.

Compared to everyone Fang Ziye had ever met, including Luo Tingzhu and Lan Tianluo, no one had ever shown such an intense thirst for knowledge as Nie Mingxian was now.

Nie Mingxian's genius and excellence indeed have their own underlying logic and definition.

"My current understanding of limb replantation surgery involves the treatment of the stump, which still relies on and appropriates the concept of blood supply reconstruction techniques for severe injuries..." Fang Ziye continued to explain slowly.

……

I don't know if it was ten or twenty minutes later.

While the surgery was in full swing, the foot-operated pneumatic door of the operating room was opened. Liu Huanglong and the others on the stage remained focused and were not affected, but Zhong Yewei, who was guarding the timer panel, feigned anger.

The operating room is not a viewing room for uninvited guests.

Zhong Yewei only stood in a horse stance for a moment before sitting back down.

The voice of Professor Deng Yong that came from the doorway was the same one that had been the professor he had called and pleaded with the most in the past two days.

"Professor Zhang, Professor Zheng, this is the operating room we use most often in our trauma surgery department."

“I didn’t participate in ward rounds yesterday or today, so I don’t know what kind of surgery is being performed inside. It’s probably just one of the most common surgeries in our hospital. Please don’t laugh at me, professors,” Deng Yong said as he walked in, gesturing for the two to come in from outside.

The two people who entered were the same height and even had remarkably similar, thin builds.

One of them had a long neck!

The other person had a relatively short neck, but a long face, which unusually made him appear taller.

As soon as Deng Yong finished speaking, the other two people walked in, and then all three of them stood at the door of the operating room.

The three of them, including Deng Yong, were somewhat dumbfounded.

However, Deng Yong was an insider, so he could tell at a glance that Liu Huanglong was leading Fang Ziye in performing the 'clinical limb transplantation surgery' which was scheduled to be officially and routinely carried out in August.

This technology is currently immature and is still in the theoretical preparation stage. The team plans to try it on mice in July before transferring it to clinical trials.

"Professor Deng, what are you doing?" The question that Deng Yong knew was something that Professor Zhang Yue, the long-necked professor from West China Hospital, did not know. He had a husky voice and a very deep tone.

Even Zhang Yue, who considered himself well-informed, had never heard of the sights on the operating table.

This is a trauma surgery operating table. You're performing limb replantation? And such a large leg at that!

Professor Zheng Haidong rubbed his eyes, took a few steps forward, peeked twice on tiptoe, and then tiptoed back a few steps.

Shaking his head, he said, "I still don't understand! It's not the kind of destructive damage that Dr. Fang shared before."

After thinking for a moment, Deng Yong explained, "Professor Zheng, Professor Zhang, this is a follow-up clinical project of our team called limb transplantation. It means that if a patient's condition is urgent and they cannot be transferred remotely, they can have an amputation performed at a prefecture-level city hospital or other hospitals to save their life."

"Then they were transferred to our hospital, where the amputated limbs were reattached."

"This is another clinical project that our team is continuing after our previous clinical projects on damage and functional reconstruction."

While Deng Yong was speaking, Liu Huanglong and the others on the stage remained very polite and aloof, not even glancing at him, as if the people who came in were not Deng Yong, nor were they professors, but just irrelevant personnel.

Those not involved in the surgery were, in fact, unrelated personnel.

This is a highly demanding surgery that cannot be performed with the slightest carelessness.

Therefore, only Deng Yong and the professor from the anesthesiology department noticed that the other two professors, who were close to fifty years old, suddenly shook their heads like adorable young girls, and then raised their chins, squinted their eyes, and revealed prominent crow's feet.

Zheng Haidong raised his left hand and made half a heart shape, but instead of joining the heart shape with someone else, he grabbed the top of his head and kept grabbing it until it hurt a little before stopping and turning his long face. He swallowed a couple of mouthfuls of saliva, but his Adam's apple didn't even appear.

He said, "Professor Deng, your team is truly a hidden force. If we hadn't dug into this operating room, we wouldn't have known that what Dr. Fang shared today was actually just in the basement, right?"

Professor Zheng Haidong's voice jolted Professor Zhang Yue back to his senses!
"Hiss!~~~"

"Phew~!~"

"Hi!~"

……

After taking three deep breaths, he turned around and headed out, saying in Sichuan dialect, "Professor Zheng, shall we leave? If we don't leave soon, we'll turn into pouty-mouthed idiots."

"You can't eat it, and you can't learn it if you don't study hard."

"It's like a bachelor taking drugs, leaving him feeling uncomfortable all over except for his penis!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Haidong turned around and gave Zhang Yue a thumbs up.

That's a very apt metaphor.

(End of this chapter)