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Chapter 436 If I Could Be Like Him (Please Subscribe)

As Fang Ziye put on his sterile surgical gown and gloves and approached the operating table, Qin Geluo, Li Yuanpei, and Liu Haihua were at a loss.

After reviewing the patient's diagnosis, Fang Ziye asked in a low voice, "Did Director Han call to indicate that the patient should be admitted for surgery?"

It's no wonder Wang Yuanqi was so upset; this patient's fracture type was neither within the traditional classification nor within Fang Ziye's new definition of fracture reclassification.

A descriptive diagnosis of multiple open comminuted fractures is the most appropriate interpretation.

"The truth is that Director Han only knew it was a fracture, but he didn't know what kind of fracture it was," Qin Geluo replied fairly.

The superior speaks, and the subordinates run themselves ragged.

If it's a simple open fracture, Wang Yuanqi can handle it. For more complex ones, Qin Geluo is the one who can do it.

However, for extremely complex fractures, surgery can be very difficult to find a solution.

"Ziye, can you handle this? If you find it difficult, I'll have Professor Deng call Director Han." Qin Geluo hesitated for a moment before asking.

Wang Yuanqi didn't want to escalate the conflict with Han Yuanxiao too much; otherwise, he would have called Deng Yong long ago.

Given Deng Yong's protective nature, Han Yuanxiao will likely suffer some losses in this matter.

"Go ahead and do it; it's not that difficult to handle."

“There’s no need to trouble the professor at such a special time. The surgical data is fixed. I’ll let Professor Deng know after the mid-year academic conference.” Fang Ziye turned around and started looking for a scalpel.

After locating the bend in the road, he said, "Yuanpei, you and I will clean the wound first..."

Upon hearing this, Li Yuanpei and Liu Haihua immediately took action.

After Qin Geluo had a moment to spare, he turned around and went to the X-ray reader to try to understand this type of fracture with his knowledge and to consider feasible surgical methods from his own perspective.

Then, it is verified against Fang Ziye's treatment thinking and surgical logic.

……

In the emergency room of the trauma center, Wang Yuanqi was seeing patients with a furrowed brow when he heard the door open. The moment he did, he put on a professional smile, as if he had instantly transformed his emotions.

When Wang Yuanqi looked up and saw that it was Nie Mingxian, his expression stiffened slightly: "Brother Xian."

Nie Mingxian is thirty-two years old this year, much older than Wang Yuanqi. He also has a higher professional title, stronger abilities, and a stronger background. People in the department, such as Qin Geluo, respectfully call him Brother Xian, and Wang Yuanqi is no exception.

Nie Mingxian's triangular eyes gleamed, and his round head and chubby features now conveyed an air of maturity: "Brother Qi, what brings you here? Where's Ziye?"

After slightly relaxing his long eyebrows, Nie Mingxian pulled out a chair and sat down next to Wang Yuanqi.

Nie Mingxian's leisurely stroll made Wang Yuanqi, a doctor from the same hospital, feel extremely uncomfortable, as if the roles of host and guest had been reversed.

“Ziye went to have surgery, I’ll cover for him for a while.” Wang Yuanqi didn’t know where Fang Ziye was before he came to the operating room.

When she arrived at the trauma center clinic, she found that Nie Mingxian was not there, and guessed that Nie Mingxian was not aware of the content of her phone call with Fang Ziye.

"That's strange. Director Han scheduled Ziye to see patients at the trauma center this month, so why is he on the operating table?"

"At this hour, there shouldn't be any department heads back to start the show," Nie Mingxian asked, glancing at the time deliberately.

At this moment, Nie Mingxian, with his ordinary appearance, looked innocent and naive, as if he knew nothing.

Wang Yuanqi's dark skin turned slightly paler, and after a few fierce twitches at the corners of his mouth, he tore open the outer gauze himself: "I asked Ziye to take my place in the surgery."

Then a smile appeared on his face, his tone bitter: "I'm not capable enough, I still can't do the job of chief resident."

After putting his phone away, Nie Mingxian leaned back and asked in a low voice, "Brother Qi, is it that you're not capable enough to do emergency surgery, or that you're not capable of doing the work that Director Han assigned to you?"

"Or perhaps, Director Han wasn't satisfied with the work he assigned you?"

Nie Mingxian is really wicked.

Wang Yuanqi's expression immediately became uncertain. His face, which had just turned a little pale, became even darker than dark, turning pitch black. He asked honestly, "Ziye already told you, Brother Xian, right?"

"What business did Ziye mention to me?"

"Anything else?"

"Isn't it because Director Han feels you haven't helped him mentor his protégé properly? Is there something else?" Nie Mingxian's long eyebrows furrowed, and he took a thoughtful breath, his expression hesitant.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuanqi fell silent, his eyelids unblinking and his eyes remaining motionless.

He remained frozen for a good ten seconds before he moved his lips slightly, but no sound came out.

Loyalty is offensive.

The problem Nie Mingxian mentioned was merely a manifestation of the issue. Ultimately, it stemmed from Wang Yuanqi's overall abilities falling short of Fang Ziye's and failing to meet Han Yuanxiao's expectations.

Whether it's failing to properly guide Xiong Jinhuan, resulting in her stagnation, or being unable to complete the surgical tasks assigned by Han Yuanxiao, the root cause of both phenomena is the same.

"Maybe so."

"Yes!" Wang Yuanqi had already given up hope.

Following other superiors or teachers will never be truly comfortable.

Yuan Weihong was able to thrive under his teacher's guidance because of his outstanding personal abilities and his teacher's good temperament.

Not every director has a temper like Deng Yong, and not every 'Wang Yuanqi' can successfully evolve into 'Yuan Weihong'.

After receiving the answer, Nie Mingxian stopped provoking Wang Yuanqi.

He slumped to one side and started playing on his phone as if no one else was around.

Wang Yuanqi's slightly chaotic feelings remained unresolved, and with no one to help him tidy up, he could only pretend that nothing had happened.

……

At 7:47 PM, when the time on the surgical timer panel had only advanced to 01:01:02, Fang Ziye put down the electric screwdriver.

After tightening the external fixation device and lifting his entire lower limb, Fang Ziye turned his head and smiled, "Brother Luo, that should be about right!"

"Let's take another X-ray to confirm the alignment of the fracture?"

After Qin Geluo nodded with a blank and helpless expression for a few moments, Fang Ziye raised his fist towards the audience and asked, "Teacher, could you please help push the C-arm machine?"

“Our orthopedics department has been holding meetings these past few days, and many people from the department have gone to the meeting, so we are really short-staffed.”

"No problem, handsome young man." The circulating nurse, who hadn't even sat down yet, now smiled broadly, her big eyes sparkling like stars.

Before the surgery began, the helpless expressions on Qin Geluo and Wang Yuanqi's faces on the operating table made her feel extremely depressed.

It's rare to encounter something like this in the operating room: the surgeon is confused before the surgery even begins. How can the surgery possibly proceed?

However, since Fang Ziye arrived, the surgery has progressed exceptionally smoothly.

The surgery took much longer than she expected.

She wasn't on the emergency shift; she was just a regular nurse who was temporarily pulled in by the head nurse to work the emergency shift before her regular shift ended.

After seeing the conflicted expressions on Qin Geluo and Wang Yuanqi's faces, she was almost in despair, thinking that she wouldn't be able to get off work and go home until at least 10 o'clock today.

But now the time to leave work is at least four hours earlier, isn't that an unexpected bonus?

After all, the head nurse had said that she could go home after this surgery was completed.

"Is this angle okay?" The small C-arm machine is not heavy, and with the wheels, the circulating nurse was able to push it quite easily.

"Move it a little further towards the head, about four centimeters, until the fluorescent dots intersect at the position of my index finger." Fang Ziye held up his index finger to show the circulating nurse.

Not all circulating nurses are orthopedic specialists who understand which sections the surgeon needs to observe during intraoperative fluoroscopy.

"OK." After aligning the points, the circulating nurse turned off the fluorescent marker line, stepped on the fixing device of the C-arm machine roller, and then ran a few steps away briskly.

With her hands behind her back, she pressed the shutter button on the remote control after the lead-plate door to the operating room closed.

Then he fixed his gaze on Fang Ziye without blinking.

Fang Ziye, with his blood-stained glove tucked behind his chest with one hand, gestured to Qin Geluo, pointing out the repositioning results after the X-ray vision.

The circulating nurse didn't understand what was being said, but Fang Ziye's focused work and teaching demeanor was quite captivating.

This charm has absolutely nothing to do with good looks. At this moment, Fang Ziye is only showing his profile, but the circulating nurses who have seen Fang Ziye's face are now feeling their hearts beat a little faster.

"Brother Luo, I personally believe that this patient's comminuted fracture can be classified as an AOC1 type fracture."

"Although the description of C1 type in the AO classification does not include this type of fracture, its reduction principles and treatment details are similar to those of C1 type fractures of long bones."

"Type C1..."

Qin Geluo nodded frequently from the side, occasionally saying: "Yes, yes, that's right, very good."

Li Yuanpei and Liu Haihua didn't even dare to speak to each other.

If the topic involves areas where your knowledge is limited, you might be asked "why" if you casually start a conversation.

Because after spending a lot of time with someone, those close to you will immediately understand your true level.

You may not understand, but you must never pretend to understand.

After the group entered the operating room, the atmosphere became more harmonious, and Qin Geluo finally cheered up a bit.

Because the surgery had progressed to a point where he was in control and familiar with the procedure, he turned to Ziye and said, "Ziye, why don't you go to the trauma center clinic first? I'll bring some people over later to have a late-night snack with you."

"Your brother Luo can handle the rest of the work here, so you can take a break."

“You’ve been in surgery ever since you came out of the meeting. People need to eat to survive, and rest is essential for health…” Qin Geluo added a sentence, which immediately convinced Fang Ziye.

Those who truly care about you never need you to work day and night; they hope you can balance work and rest.

Just like most parents, what they hope for most is that their children are healthy, not sick and prosperous.

Fang Ziye said without any politeness, "Alright, Brother Luo, then I'll step down first."

"I am indeed a little tired."

As he spoke, Fang Ziye gripped his gloves and loosened his knuckles.

It's hard for anyone who isn't a surgeon to understand how tiring it is for the surgeon's hands, but anyone who has seriously studied high school can understand it.

Leaving aside how long your surgery lasts, try copying homework for several hours straight.
……

"Dr. Fang, could I add you on WeChat?" Fang Ziye heard a very soft voice in his ear as he took off his sterile surgical gown and gloves and reached for his phone on the shelf.

Fang Ziye tilted his head slightly, picking up his phone and newly bought Bluetooth earphones as he joked, "Adding each other on WeChat is fine, but sometimes it might be my girlfriend chatting with you."

Fang Ziye didn't narcissistically say that he had a girlfriend; that would have been too narcissistic.

There are many, many ways to express that you have a girlfriend.

Answers like these are very useful.

After scanning Fang Ziye's QR code, the circulating nurse smiled as if she had found a treasure, but her voice was a little too 'natural': "It's okay, chatting with my sister-in-law is also very enjoyable."

"Dr. Fang, you are an expert in orthopedics. In the future, we will have resources to ask you for help."

The circulating nurse also changed the subject quite quickly.

"I know a little about orthopedics, but I wouldn't call myself an expert."

"Don't you dare stir up trouble for me in front of my brother." Fang Ziye smiled, turned around, pointed at the girl, gave her a hint, and then stepped out of the operating room through the foot-operated, pressure-sensitive door.

After Fang Ziye left, Li Yuanpei looked at Qin Geluo and said with a smile, "Brother Luo, Brother Ye is becoming more and more like a superior. His words are also becoming more and more pleasing to the ear."

"Right? So you guys still have a lot to learn." Qin Geluo continued leading the team, without saying anything more.

……

Fang Ziye was quite agitated on his way from the operating room to the trauma center's emergency room.

As Fang Ziye passed by the orthopedic building, he took out his phone again to look at the message sent by Zhou Yao, the doctor on duty, who was also Han Yuanxiao's first-year master's student.

“Brother Fang, the family member of the patient in bed 19 in your group came to the doctor’s office and said that she dreamed yesterday that the Bodhisattva appeared to her and conveyed a message in her dream, saying that you are disrespectful to the Bodhisattva.”

"I suggest you go to a temple to burn some incense and paper money, fulfill your vow, and apologize."

"You make it sound so convincing."

"Then she was saying some 'rumored' things to the family members of the patient in the next bed... Senior, how should we handle this?"

Fang Ziye was stunned after reading it. He wanted to go to her department and argue with her, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that if he actually went, he would really believe what she said.

At least he was angry because of what she said.

If you say you don't want to go, Fang Ziye feels uncomfortable letting her spout nonsense in the department.

"Let's just ignore it. When we do rounds tomorrow, I'll have the attending physician in our group talk to her. You shouldn't say anything either."

"It is her freedom to have a belief, and it is my freedom not to have a belief."

"As long as she doesn't stir up trouble in other ways, let her be. If she does, record it and send it to me so I can call the police." Fang Ziye was still cautious.

To reiterate, it's her freedom to believe what she wants, and the country supports everyone's freedom of belief. But if she spreads rumors in the department, that's not her freedom.

Fang Ziye still didn't believe it. He thought that if he didn't agree to her request, it was a miracle from the Bodhisattva, and he would be breaking the law.

……

After giving up his idea of ​​going into trauma surgery, Fang Ziye went straight to the emergency department.

In the trauma center clinic of the emergency department, Fang Ziye noticed several fruit platters on the table.

Watermelon, lychee, cherry.

"Who sent this? Brother Qi, why aren't you guys doing anything?" Fang Ziye asked as he entered the consultation room, adjusting his name tag.

Nie Mingxian put his phone away, while Wang Yuanqi gradually calmed down from his shock: "Ziye, you've finished that surgery already?"

It's normal that Fang Ziye can perform surgeries that he can't, because he has a natural talent for it.

But Fang Ziye completed the surgery that he couldn't do in just over an hour, which was somewhat of a game-changer. "There were also some procedures that Brother Luo was handling," Fang Ziye replied, then looked at the fruit platter.

Fang Ziye was a little thirsty, and if the fruit platter was convenient to eat, he would at least have a few pieces.

I drank water while changing clothes in the lounge, but I don't know if it's because Fang Ziye is used to drinking coffee, but I don't find the water very thirst-quenching.

"It was a gift from Brother Zhong Yewei, who is in the hepatobiliary surgery department. He specially kept it for you before you opened it. Brother Qi and I didn't dare to touch it," Nie Mingxian replied, seemingly seeing through Fang Ziye's thoughts.

However, Nie Mingxian did not use the "breaking membrane" joke; he seemed to dislike this kind of wordplay that attacked the lower body.

“Then it’s ready to eat.” Fang Ziye laughed, walked to the side, and tore open three boxes of plastic wrap.

It was just a few fruit platters. If Zhong Yewei, as a colleague, delivered a few fruit platters and then reported it himself, then Fang Ziye would have to accept his fate!

Zhong Yewei should pray that he has never had any "financial problems" on his way to becoming an associate professor.

Fang Ziye, holding the watermelon fruit platter, pushed the other two fruit platters in front of Nie Mingxian and Wang Yuanqi.

Then she asked Nie Mingxian, "Brother Xian, have you eaten?"

"I just finished eating with Brother Qi. If you haven't eaten, you can order for yourself." Nie Mingxian picked up a cherry, took a bite, and then his face scrunched up.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey. Hiss!~" Nie Mingxian then looked at Fang Ziye and Wang Yuanqi and found that the two of them were eating with great relish.

Unconvinced, Nie Mingxian threw away the cherry in his hand and took another bite.

Then, she decisively threw away the other cherry as well.

Fang Ziye then presented his fruit platter to Nie Mingxian and sat down in the spot where the patient was sitting.

"If this watermelon didn't taste so good, I would have suspected that Zhong Yewei from the hepatobiliary surgery department was deliberately acting as an assassin."

“He must have been tricked too,” Nie Mingxian said.

Neither Fang Ziye nor Wang Yuanqi spoke. Wang Yuanqi took a couple of bites and then stood up, saying, "Ziye, Brother Xian, I'm going to go on duty now."

"Thank you, Ziye." Wang Yuanqi clasped his hands together tightly, his voice heavy with gratitude.

Regardless, Wang Yuanqi, as the inpatient in the ward this month, has to persevere, even if it means swallowing his blood and gritting his teeth.

We're all adults. You may feel wronged, but once you've agreed to a task, you have to finish it, even if it's difficult. Even if you want to switch with Fang Ziye, that will have to wait until next month.

The hospital's policy is to conduct personnel arrangements and transfers on a monthly basis in principle, but in most cases, it takes six months or even a year.

"Brother Qi, we're all family." Fang Ziye said, sitting down, repeating what Wang Yuanqi had said when he left last time.

Fang Ziye treated Wang Yuanqi like a brother. As for Wang Yuanqi, regardless of how good he is to Fang Ziye now, at least he has never betrayed Fang Ziye.

That's not easy, considering Wang Yuanqi is currently working in the next group.

……

After Wang Yuanqi left, Fang Ziye noticed that Nie Mingxian was looking at him from left to right. Then, he made a strange gesture of scratching his right ear with his left hand and opened his mouth: "Ziye, you don't seem very happy?"

"Yeah, it feels like someone stabbed me in the back, it's so cold. Sometimes I don't even have time when I'm having surgery, and now someone wants me to become a devout Buddhist and burn incense to apologize to the Bodhisattva."

"I don't know if 'Buddhist' is a formal term, but that's just how it is," Fang Ziye complained.

It's fair to say that if Wang Yuanqi hadn't said yesterday that Zhong Yewei's brother-in-law next door had signed something that was completely irresponsible!

According to the rule of first come, first served, the middle-aged man at the back should have his leg amputated!

As a result, his leg was saved, but now he's gotten himself into all this trouble.

This was also the first time Fang Ziye had encountered something like this.

Nie Mingxian frowned upon hearing this: "This kind of thing is difficult to handle. Be careful, lest someone maliciously edits it and posts it online."

"I suggest that you have Teacher Deng communicate with the security office and the publicity department first, just in case."

"The family member you mentioned may not post you online, but other unrelated bystanders may be very enthusiastic 'protectors,' and may even take things out of context in order to gain traffic."

"It's just a matter of making a phone call anyway."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said, "If it's about calling the Security Office and the Publicity Department, then there's no need to trouble my master. I've been the chief resident for so long, and I've met the people in the Security Office a few times. I can try to use my connections."

"As for the publicity department, a colleague from there contacted me recently, asking me to perform fracture surgery on his family member..."

Fang Ziye started flipping through the pages as he spoke.

Building connections takes time and effort.

Fang Ziye happened to be a staff member at the hospital, and happened to be a top expert in trauma surgery. Therefore, even though it was only a few months, he still managed to build up some connections.

The reason why Fang Ziye couldn't build these connections during his student years is twofold: firstly, he was a student, and secondly, he didn't have any family background. If Fang Ziye were called "Deng Ziye," his network of connections would now include at least ten chief physicians and professors from different departments.

Moreover, this did not require Deng Yong to specifically take Fang Ziye to visit patients in clinical practice. When Fang Ziye was a child, he took him around to visit people's homes, and the network of relationships was naturally established.

After Fang Ziye quickly edited a few polite text messages, he received a "good" and an "ok" reply.

"It's done!" Fang Ziye looked up, somewhat pleased.

But Nie Mingxian was not surprised at all.

If this were Enshi Central Hospital, Nie Mingxian would be far more successful than Fang Ziye. Even an associate chief physician can artificially create connections.

Even strangers who see your name tag as associate chief physician will give you some face; that's what you call having a solid foundation.

Of course, at Zhongnan Hospital, Nie Mingxian, the deputy chief physician, was a fake "deputy chief physician".

"Brother Xian, I've finished my takeout. How about I take a nap first?"

“You got some rest last night, give me a push.” Fang Ziye cupped his hands in his hands.

Nie Mingxian actually stood up and nudged Fang Ziye.

This sudden mischief made Fang Ziye's lips twitch.

"Want to change seats? You're sitting in the main consultation seat with your eyes half-closed. Aren't you afraid of trending on social media?" Nie Mingxian said seriously, as if his previous joke was not a joke at all.

Fang Ziye: "..."

Indeed, if it's an assistant, you can sleep however you want, and it doesn't matter if you get photographed. Aren't there still doctors in white coats looking energetic? Why do you care whether other people's assistants or students sleep or not?
But what if it's the other way around?

Fang Ziye is not Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan; he cannot afford to be so arrogant.

……

After leaving the emergency department, Wang Yuanqi went to the operating room, but instead of entering the operating room, he stood in the isolation room next to the operating room, staring intently at the X-ray images on the C-arm monitor.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Geluo casually glanced at Wang Yuanqi as he went out and walked over.

"Yuan Qi, when did you come again?" Qin Geluo asked.

"Brother Luo, I've come over to learn a bit." Wang Yuanqi, interrupted from his reverie, turned slightly and walked out with a smile.

Qin Geluo patted Wang Yuanqi on the shoulder, mimicking what Wei Ge had said before: "Alright, alright, don't be sad. Your brother Luo is hurting with you."

You are not alone.

Qin Geluo smiled happily. At this moment, he perhaps understood Yuan Weihong's feelings back then, and his life had completed another cycle.

Wang Yuanqi: "..."

"But Brother Luo, do you think Ziye will cause chaos in the chief resident position? Will it make it impossible for future chief residents to get ahead?" Wang Yuanqi was very worried.

If Han Yuanxiao were to require all resident physicians to have the same level of competence as Fang Ziye in the future, then the doctors in this hospital would basically be unable to continue working.

"That probably won't happen."

"Director Han isn't stupid," Qin Geluo comforted him.

Wang Yuanqi was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then his eyebrows furrowed deeply again, forming a deep frown: "Did I offend Director Han in some way?"

Qin Geluo shook his head again, his eyes slightly confused.

Qin Geluo's intuition told him that Han Yuanxiao wasn't stupid.

……

……

In the underground parking garage of a certain residential complex, a man with a receding hairline was smoking one cigarette after another.

There were over sixty cigarette butts piled up under the car window, along with four cigarette packs. One of the packs was particularly crumpled, suggesting that there weren't many cigarettes left when it was brought here.

After an unknown amount of time, the half-bald young man's phone rang.

After answering the phone, his wife's gentle voice came through: "Are you out socializing again today? Xiaoqi said she misses you and wants to video chat with you. When is a good time for you?"

"Daddy, Daddy!" The little girl's voice came from afar.

"Wife, I'm here," the middle-aged man replied.

An angry voice came from the other end: "I'm not your wife. Do you only know your wife?"

The wrinkles on the middle-aged face were filled in, and the worry was instantly healed: "Xiao Qi, are you being a good girl? Why are you still jealous of your mother?"

"I've been away in meetings for the past few days, I'll be back soon."

"Dad, you're lying! You said you'd be back soon the day before yesterday, and you said 'soon' yesterday too. How can you say 'soon' today?" Although Xiaoqi doesn't like studying, she has clear logic.

“Have your mother come down to pick me up, and I’ll be right back. Do you believe me, Xiao Qi?” the middle-aged man replied.

"I don't believe it! I won't let Mom leave. Do you want to abandon me and go eat something delicious?"

"Impossible!" Xiao Qi was very perceptive.

……

When the middle-aged man saw his wife and daughter in the underground parking garage, the woman also noticed the pile of cigarette butts next to the car. Her instinctive anger only lasted for three seconds before being overwhelmed by reason.

She knocked on the car window repeatedly: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Qi frowned, looking at her father's serious face, and dared not do anything wrong.

"Wife, I have to quit my job!" the middle-aged man said.

"Okay, it's fine, I'll resign then. Why are you smoking so much? Don't you care about your health?" The woman was intelligent and kind, and did not argue when she was feeling irritable in middle age.

We'll ask about the specific reasons later.

The middle-aged man opened the car door and looked at the cigarette butts on the ground.

“Let’s go home, it’s too smelly here,” the middle-aged man said.

A warm family is a "refuge" for middle-aged men.

A bad wife is a 'shackle' that middle-aged men want to escape.

"Dad, you're really coming back soon? Weren't you supposed to be in a meeting?" Xiaoqi nestled in the middle-aged man's arms and looked up to ask.

She was just happy to see her father again, and she used her voice to melt his heart.

"You have to go home after the meeting. Dad has to go to another meeting tomorrow. He'll come back if he misses Xiaoqi."

"Xiaoqi, tell your mom that Xiaoqi and Dad are hungry and we want to eat noodles," Yuan Weihong said to Xiaoqi in his arms.

"If you're hungry, you're hungry, but you still have to blame your daughter for it."

"I'll go to the kitchen and make you a bowl of noodles right away. You stay with your daughter for a bit, you'll be fine soon..."

……

At 10:30 p.m. that night, after Yuan Weihong and his wife finally coaxed their daughter to sleep and put her in the children's room, the wife asked, "Would you like me to have a drink with you?"

"I can tell you're feeling really bad."

"What happened?"

"Actually, it's nothing!"

“That happened a long, long time ago. There’s no point in going into details now,” Yuan Weihong replied.

His wife asked, "Would you like something to drink?"

The man replied, "Just a little bit."

"..."

Ten minutes later, when the woman had downed about half a glass of red wine, the man had already downed three ounces. They hadn't even served peanuts.

"You call this nothing? Tell me, I'm not your colleague, I'm not even in the same industry as you!" the woman said.

"If a senior colleague, knowing that your teacher was extremely exhausted and had been working several sleepless nights in a row, still arranged for him to work even more sleepless nights in the name of 'righteousness,' and ultimately your teacher passed away from exhaustion, would you hate him?" Yuan Weihong asked.

The woman frowned.

Immediately afterwards, Yuan Weihong pinched his eyes with his left hand and pinched the front edge of his right ear with his right hand to cover his ear canal, muttering to himself, "Actually, I should have figured this out a long time ago, or rather, I should have thought about it in this direction a long time ago."

"Teacher Deng Yong, such a protective person, yet when it came to me, he was all righteous and took me in. I thought it was simply because I had defeated my classmate!"

"But recently, Director Han from our department gave me a very vivid lesson!"

"If I could be like him? That's possible." Yuan Weihong squinted.

"You mean Ziye?" the woman asked.

"But in the end, he is not as good as him."

“I’m only just realizing some things now, and yet I still think I’m something special!!!” Yuan Weihong said, then slapped himself across the face with his right hand.

(End of this chapter)