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Chapter 437 Extreme Joy! (Please Subscribe)
June 17th, Sunday afternoon, was also the last day of the Hubei Province Mid-Year Academic Conference and the Young Physicians' Skills Competition.

"Senior brother, Wu Xuanqi from Tongji Hospital won the grand prize. Chen Tailin from Tongji Hospital, Zeng Tai from the Provincial People's Hospital, Zhang Zixi from our hospital, Xing Fang from Union Hospital, and Zhang Wenshang from the Provincial People's Hospital are still first prize winners. Three new big brothers have joined the ranks..."

The ranking information sent by Lan Tianluo crawled into Fang Ziye's eyes like ants. After reading it carefully, Fang Ziye asked again, "What about you and Jie Han? How are your rankings?"

“I got a second prize, and my senior brother Jie got a third prize. My senior brother Yan Zhiming from our department got a third prize. Brother Jinhuan also got a third prize.”

"Brother Lu and Brother Liu Haojiang from Teacher Chen Fang are both a little bit lacking."

"/Cute." Lan Tianluo sent a cute emoji at the end.

Fang Ziye was taken aback for a moment, then analyzed it carefully.

Lan Tianluo entered the residency training program when Fang Ziye started his third year of master's studies. So far, Lan Tianluo has only been in the medical profession for two years minus two months.

You can win the prize at this point in time—

If we consider the two years of theoretical accumulation before Lan Tianluo's standardized training, then Lan Tianluo reached this level of proficiency in about four years.

The talent of these two siblings is simply unreasonable compared to ordinary people.

It's worth noting that Luo Tingzhu had saved over 200,000 yuan through competitions and other means during her sixth year of undergraduate studies.

"Tianluo, are you trying to get attention here? Or are you trying to put down your senior brother Fang?" Fang Ziye asked cooperatively.

"No, no, senior brother, I just wanted to share my happiness with you."

"Senior brother, you know me best. I've never been that kind of person, right?" Lan Tianlu explained in three sentences.

"If you don't have any other plans, come back. Our hospital isn't one of the organizers this time, so there shouldn't be any issues with the transportation arrangements for the specialists, right?"

"I'll treat you to barbecue in the emergency room when I get back." The only thing Fang Ziye could promise Lan Tianluo was that they would have barbecue in the emergency room.

“Okay, senior brother! I’ll be right there.” Lan Tianluo typed back.

……

When Lan Tianluo came out of the venue, Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao were exhausted together, each leading a "large group", clearly planning to go out to get something to eat.

Upon seeing Jie Han and Lan Tianluo, Deng Yong looked around but didn't see Yuan Weihong, so he asked, "Lan Tianluo, Jie Han, want to go out for dinner together? Where's your teacher, Yuan Weihong?"

Jie Han immediately stopped in his tracks.

Lan Tianlu put away his phone and turned around with his big ears on his head: "I don't know, I don't think I saw my master today."

"Professor Deng, my senior brother and I will not be going to dinner. We have some things to do in the lab." Lan Tianluo remained calm, his words were measured and polite.

Fang Ziye was indeed Deng Yong's student, but that does not mean that Lan Tianluo and Jie Han were also Deng Yong's students.

Conversely, Fang Ziye has a strong attachment to Deng Yong, but neither of them has much of a strong attachment to Deng Yong.

To put it bluntly, Lan Tianluo doesn't need to rely on Deng Yong for a living at all. If it weren't for Yuan Weihong leading the way, Lan Tianluo wouldn't have actively squeezed into Deng Yong's team.

"Alright, then you guys go ahead."

"You should also pay attention to balancing work and rest," Deng Yong said with a smile, forcing himself not to look stiff.

Lan Tianluo is quite unique in the department, living a more carefree life than anyone else. Currently, apart from Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye, no one can hold him back.

Moreover, even Deng Yong knew perfectly well that you couldn't retaliate.

In the entire Zhongnan Hospital, and even in the entire city of Wuhan, mathematical geniuses in the medical field are a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

In medical research, there isn't just one Deng Yong, but also Wu Yong, Chen Yong, Zhang Yong, and countless others...

Han Yuanxiao had also tried to win over Lan Tianluo, but Lan Tianluo's attitude towards Han Yuanxiao was even worse and colder than his attitude towards Deng Yong.

Watching Lan Tianluo and Jie Han leave, Han Yuanxiao asked curiously, "Teacher Deng, just who is this Lan Tianluo?"

“I heard from the students that he seems a bit unruly.”

Deng Yong tilted his head and subconsciously said, "I just like this kind of restlessness."

Han Yuanxiao: "..."

Well, anyone who talks to you, this fiercely protective person, is just asking for trouble.

Han Yuanxiao then whispered, "Brother Yong, this time, you should be able to reach a higher level. You should be able to dedicate a small session to the National Orthopedics Conference this year."

In informal settings, Han Yuanxiao still uses the nickname "Brother Yong" that he used to use with Deng Yong.

"It's still far from settled, so we can't spread rumors among our own people. Once everything has settled down, we can occasionally brag a little."

"The orthopedic conference is still a long way off!"

After Deng Yong finished speaking, he turned to Han and asked, "Director Han, are you arranging your own dinner, or would you like to celebrate together?"

“Let’s go together, Teacher Deng. It’ll be more lively with more people,” Han Yuanxiao said with a smile.

"By the way, I'd like to talk to you about the subsidiaries. Personally, I still feel that we haven't paid enough attention to them."

Deng Yong looked at Han Yuanxiao with surprise.

Han Yuanxiao's expression was sincere, and his eyes were earnest.

"Yan Zhiming, Xiao Lu, you two take the people and hail a taxi to the restaurant. Director Han and I will drive there." Deng Yong understood and made this arrangement.

Yan Zhiming is the 'senior brother' of Deng Yong's group, and Lu Zhefu is the 'senior brother' of Han Yuanxiao's group. If they lead the team, they will definitely be good people.

How could a group of students possibly refute Deng Yong's suggestion? After Deng Yong finished speaking, the two nodded and began to count the number of people, then divided them into groups and assigned taxis to different groups...

As Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao walked towards the hotel parking lot, Deng Yong asked, "Director Han, where are Peng Long and Chen Fang from your group?"

"Professor Peng went back after the youth competition. I just saw Chen Fang, but he also had something to do."

"Teacher Deng, why don't you give Weihong a call?" Han Yuanxiao suggested with a smile.

"Take the call after you get in the car. You're probably exhausted. Go back and rest."

"I've been running back and forth these past few days," Deng Yong said as he unlocked the car and got into the driver's seat.

Han Yuanxiao gave up driving and sat in the passenger seat. While adjusting his seatbelt, he said, "Teacher Deng, you haven't changed your car yet? It's in pretty good condition, it's been many years."

“I usually walk to and from get off work, and I rarely drive. So there’s been no wear and tear.” Deng Yong started the car and waited for it to warm up before calling Yuan Weihong and asking this question.

"Yuan Xiao, you just said you wanted to talk about Ziye. What are your thoughts?"

"You keep throwing Ziye here and there, then here and there. It's not very fair of you to keep doing that."

As Deng Yong spoke, he held the phone to his ear and said, "Weihong, where did you go? Let's have dinner together after the meeting is over?"

"Are you feeling unwell? Do you have a fever?"

"Did you get any medicine?"

"Okay, that's enough with the aminophylline, ephedrine, and chlorpheniramine. Alright, you can rest now."

"You're out of luck, but don't blame me for not calling you," Deng Yong joked as he hung up the phone.

Han Yuanxiao waited until Deng Yong hung up the phone before saying, "Professor Deng, you've wronged me."

"Professor Deng, Teacher Deng, do you think it's easy for me, as the ward director, to give Ziye some performance bonuses and make him feel valued?"

"Sitting in my position, the most taboo thing is unequal pay for equal work, and there are only a few reasons to raise wages."

"Emergency work, special subsidies."

"If we want to raise Ziye's salary to between junior attending physician and senior attending physician, we can't just impose a huge burden on him, can we?"

"To be honest, I don't know if Qin Geluo has any objections, but if I were Nie Xuehua, I would have objections."

"When it comes to medical treatment, Nie Xuehua performs more surgeries per month than Ziye."

Han Yuanxiao began to complain.

After his chest heaved a few times, he said, "Professor Deng, don't forget, when Ziye first became the chief resident, it wasn't graduation season at our hospital yet."

"For a professional doctoral degree to graduate properly, it requires a period of time as a supervising resident physician. This is a mandatory requirement for graduating with a professional doctoral degree."

"I'm not going to move him here or there. What I mean is, what if my student reports Ziye and he can't graduate? Will you, Professor Deng, cause me any trouble?"

"Yes, 100% yes!"

"But I'm just a teacher, not the students' leader."

"The problem is not scarcity, but inequality!"

"Teacher Deng, you can understand my difficulties!" Han Yuanxiao's eyes seemed to be filled with bile, and they were mottled with bitterness.

Once the education system is established, there are fundamental issues of principle.

Professional doctoral candidates are required to have experience working alongside chief residents. This is a mandatory requirement for every university teaching hospital, and it is stated in official documents and posted on the graduate school website.

No matter how many exceptions you make, if you don't even have this most basic experience, you'll be easy to report.

In that case, it will only be a fight between Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao, and they may even become enemies.

However, we must consider Fang Ziye's graduation and the issue of his resident assistant, while also raising his salary to avoid causing any complaints from other staff members in the hospital.

Oh dear, Han Yuanxiao is also the ward director, chief physician, and a group leader. It really took him quite a while.

Deng Yong, having served as the ward director, should be the one who best understands his difficulties.

"Thank you, Yuanxiao. Actually, I understand."

"Well, it really doesn't look very good." Deng Yong smiled and patted Han Yuanxiao's left shoulder.

"It's not very pretty, but if you want to move fast, you either have to jump or fly."

"Actually, where is the elegance of flying and jumping compared to walking slowly? Right, Teacher Deng?" Han Yuanxiao said with a smile.

"So what are your plans and considerations for the future?" Deng Yong asked.

In fact, Deng Yong had a plan in mind, but now that he was no longer the ward director, he certainly couldn't overstep his bounds and make decisions directly for Han Yuanxiao.

"That's why I came here to learn from you, Professor Deng. My idea is to try to raise Ziye's actual professional title first."

"We also need to promote their research titles as soon as possible. This is the easiest to promote. With the current scientific research accumulation of Ziye, no one would dare to refuse to promote them to associate researcher."

"Then starting in September, we quickly began to promote our teaching titles, hoping to get a specially appointed associate professorship first."

Doctoral graduates from universities included in the "Double First-Class" initiative or their disciplines, as well as doctoral students from specific universities, may have the opportunity to directly apply for the position of associate professor after joining the faculty.

While Seoul National University's clinical medicine program may not be that strong, it is a university qualified to promote associate professors.

"More importantly, Ziye needs to secure some research projects and obtain the qualification to be a master's thesis supervisor."

"What do you think, Teacher Deng?" Han Yuanxiao asked cautiously.

"Our ideas are pretty much the same, aren't they?" Deng Yong said without further ado.

Associate professor of teaching, associate professor of research, and intermediate professional level – this is already considered rocket-speed in the medical field.

Promoting someone beyond the usual level would very likely alarm higher authorities, which is really unnecessary.

For example, Central South University in China has a precedent of an undergraduate being directly appointed as an associate professor. However, this associate professor did not have any outstanding performances for many years afterward, and netizens began to criticize him.

Deng Yong couldn't bear to tie Fang Ziye to the fire and roast him.

……

That evening, Deng Yong, Han Yuanxiao, and others raised their glasses in high spirits, reaching the pinnacle of their lives and a new level of achievement.

Simply put, Deng Yong, to save face for Han Yuanxiao, also gave Han Yuanxiao a certain number of "advanced study" recommendation slots, and "specialized training class" recommendation slots...

In addition, Deng Yong had worked hard for many years and finally managed to squeeze into the circle that provincial-level academic leaders like Duan Hong could get into, so he might as well have a few more drinks.

……

Fang Ziye, Nie Mingxian, Jie Han, and Lan Tianluo secretly held a special 'celebration' banquet in the emergency department's break room.

Before entering the rest room, Fang Ziye specifically greeted Liu Guo, who was on duty in the emergency surgery clinic, and told her to remember to call if there was an emergency at the trauma center.

Liu Guo readily agreed; it was just a matter of helping out.

When Fang Ziye was in the trauma center clinic, he went to the adjacent surgical clinic to help out much more often.

After Fang Ziye entered, he said, "We won't drink alcohol today. We'll use a beverage instead. It's the same idea."

"The important thing is not drinking."

“Brother Xian, my two junior brothers, although not as outstanding as you, are still quite remarkable. Whether it’s Jie Han or Lan Tianluo, their aptitude is actually better than mine.”

"You can see my research achievements; most of them are thanks to their guidance. If it weren't for these two junior students' help, I'd probably still be a nobody."

Upon hearing this, Jie Han coughed, the mole at the corner of his eye still flashing, and waved his hands, saying, "Senior brother, you're exaggerating."

“You taught us so much more,” Jie Han said with a radiant smile.

Fang Ziye said, "Jie Han, others may not know, but you certainly do. Three years ago, I was still in the midst of a cataclysmic crisis."

"Don't you know whether those are SCI articles or English essays?"

"Brother Xian, actually, my two junior brothers are both my benefactors. So, I will always remember their kindness."

"Although I'm a bit strict sometimes, it's because I want to improve our relationship."

Jie Han's face was thinner than before, and his skin wasn't as fair. However, his childishness was gradually fading. He said, "Senior brother, let's not say so many sentimental things."

"If Brother Xian misunderstands, he won't be able to clear his name no matter what."

"Senior, I'd like to toast you. After this semester, I'll be graduating with my master's degree."

"Time really flies..." Lan Tianluo nodded and chimed in, and then the atmosphere seemed to shift to the three of them being the main focus.

Nie Mingxian, who was already an outsider, looked at the three people in front of him with envy. Perhaps remembering something, he smiled and started eating.

Everyone has their own past, their own memories, and their own unique happiness.

……

As the dinner was about to end, Lan Tianluo brought Fang Ziye some good news: the two of them had used the group's funds to open up a new pathway for osteosarcoma.

After Fang Ziye returned from the trauma center clinic, Nie Mingxian went out to perform manual reduction of the patient's dislocated joint.

"Senior brother, what Tianluo and I mean is that when you apply for subsequent research projects, you can use this as preparation for preliminary research."

“Then we can use this funding during our doctoral studies.” Jie Han began to follow Fang Ziye’s old path, using the names of people who could apply for research grants to apply for more research funding, and then began the road to ‘funding’ freedom.

Before Master Yuan Weihong's research project is completed, it is temporarily impossible to apply for any more research projects. If we want more funding, we can only go through Fang Ziye's route.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said, "The hospital gave me some research start-up funds, which you can also use. Before I start supervising graduate students, you can spend this money as you please."

"However, if I have students, I will definitely save some for them. You are all senior uncles now, so you shouldn't be jealous of the younger generation, right?"

Fang Ziye also has certain plans for the future.

“Definitely not.” Jie Han shook his head.

"It's a pity we don't have our own senior or junior master..."

After Jie Han made a remark, the three of them tacitly stopped discussing the topic.

There was no "uncle-master" (师叔), but there were indeed "elder-masters" (师伯), though these elder-masters caused quite a bit of harm to the teacher.

Having a senior master like that is worse than not having one at all.

……

Time flies, and two more days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Wednesday is Master Yuan Weihong's clinic day.

In the afternoon, at 5:42 PM.

The outpatient department of Zhongnan Hospital is located above the emergency department. While Fang Ziye was dozing off in the trauma center clinic, he didn't expect his master, Yuan Weihong, to sneak in wearing a white coat.

Upon noticing Yuan Weihong, Fang Ziye straightened up. The sight of Yuan Weihong gently pushing the door shut and swaying his head outwards pierced Fang Ziye's eyes, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Master!" Fang Ziye stood up to fetch water.

Yuan Weihong said, "Ziye, don't go fetch water yet, your master has something to ask you."

"Do you remember what your Uncle Martin Yong said to you when you met him in Enshi around this time last year?"

"Or what does it mean roughly?" Yuan Weihong asked in a barely audible voice.

The gentle, flowing sound possessed a unique charm, which, upon reaching Fang Ziye's ears, caused him to scratch his scalp as he stood up.

Fang Ziye comforted him, "Master, so much time has passed?"

Are you still feeling uncomfortable?

Has Yuan Weihong not yet gotten over that incident?

Uncle-Master Ma Dingyong did indeed cause Yuan Weihong a lot of harm, but Yuan Weihong has probably retaliated in kind, hasn't he?
Time cannot be reversed. Does Yuan Weihong really want to kill his senior brother Martin Yong directly?
Venting your anger is one thing, but...

“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable or can’t get over it, but I suddenly really want to know what he said that time. You should know that I have two senior brothers with whom I have a good relationship, one named Martin Yong and the other named Liu Qiao.”

“The statements made by Senior Brother Ma and Senior Brother Liu seem quite different,” Yuan Weihong said.

Fang Ziye closed his eyes and began to ponder deeply.

Then he said, "Master, I only remember some words and phrases, not the whole content."

Yuan Weihong waved his hand: "Then just say the words you remember! It doesn't matter if you don't remember them."

Fang Ziye mimicked Martin Yong's tone and repeated the topic of Fang Ziye's memories: "Dr. Fang, do you have a deep misunderstanding about me? Do you feel that I took something from your teacher in the past?"

"Actually, opinions on this matter vary from person to person."

"The material belongs to the teacher, not your teacher. As you just mentioned, the ownership of the output during graduate studies belongs to the supervisor. I am merely using the teacher's material to inherit the teacher's legacy and carry on Professor Chu's philosophy..."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong's expression suddenly changed, turning slightly pale. He took a step back, and his eyes began to redden.

Yuan Weihong's inexplicable redness made Fang Ziye's heart skip a beat, and he reached out and asked, "Master, are you alright?"

"What are you doing?"

Yuan Weihong sat down to the side, took several deep breaths, and then shook his head and said, "It's alright, Ziye, please continue."

"What did you reply?"

Fang Ziye said, "Of course I won't listen to my senior brother's explanation! Master, think about how difficult it was for you back then?"

I'll get straight to the point—

"Did you conduct the experiment, Professor Ma?"

At this point, Fang Ziye paused again, his address still relatively polite: "Uncle Ma's reply was quite calm—"

"The experiment belongs to the teacher. The results also belong to the teacher, but the teacher didn't have time to distribute the results."

“Master, I told him very frankly at the time. Grandmaster must have other research directions, some of which were assigned to Master Ma, and some to Master Liu. He used his own money to do his own research, and occasionally collaborated.”

At this point, Fang Ziye repeated his earlier 'heart-piercing words'.

“I then told my senior brother.”

"I don't like to flaunt my own nobility, so I don't like others to act like a hypocrite in front of me, because I won't cooperate if I don't compromise with others."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong leaned back and touched his receding hairline with both hands.

His expression was no longer revealing any emotion, he simply blinked, signaling Fang Ziye to continue—

Fang Ziye said, "Then my senior brother spoke again."

“Dr. Fang, you are still young and don’t understand. Under those circumstances, if the things had been left to Yuan Weihong, he would have been devoured until there was nothing left.”

"He won't get that much."

"But these achievements are enough for me, and for another senior student of your teacher!"

Fang Ziye changed the subject: "Uncle Ma was interrupted before he could finish speaking."

"My response at the time was, 'Heaven rewards diligence, and you can take what you produce with you.'"

Taking something that belongs to someone else without asking is stealing; taking it after asking is robbery!

Fang Ziye added calmly at this point.

"After I said that, Uncle Ma got a little agitated. He slammed his fist on the table and shouted—"

"What do you know?!"

"Do you know what it was like when your teacher had just passed away, and another senior teacher of yours, Senior Teacher Liu, who was a sure thing to be promoted to associate professor, had to give up the opportunity to Peng Long in the end?"

"Does Yuan Weihong know what Liu Qiao and I went through back then?"

Do you even know what it means to monopolize someone else's property?

"Yes, being the sole heir in the scientific research field is something that family members cannot leave behind."

“Ziye, you can hate me, that’s fine, but you just need to know that neither I nor your other senior uncle have ever intentionally framed your teacher.”

"You just took his things, but?"

"The people around you who seem extremely kind and friendly to you right now may not be as wonderful as you imagine!"

"The direct targets of their methods were us when we were still in Zhongnan Hospital. Back then, we had a very good relationship with your teacher, Yuan Weihong."

"I won't bring up any cooperation matters with you today."

"Go ask Yuan Weihong yourself. You and Yuan Weihong should think it over carefully, and maybe then you can get out of this knot in your hearts."

"However, as someone who's been through this, I have to tell you something: having a partner external aid group will give you a significant advantage in your development within your own college!"

"Only in this way will others realize you're not so easy to bully, and they won't take advantage of you!"

"When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter; when people fall, they are like blood dried up."

“Yuan Weihong was still young then, just a student. What did he know?”

After Fang Ziye finished recounting Martin Yong's words verbatim, he calmly took a few breaths.

When you look at Yuan Weihong again, he is slumped in the chair like a zombie. He looks as if he has aged many years in an instant. He is listless, his neck is weak, his head is tilted, and his mouth is slightly moving.

The combined effect of all this made Fang Ziye's eyes narrow slightly.

“Master, that’s all. It’s all just Uncle Ma’s smooth talk, and it’s all one side of the story. I definitely don’t believe it.”

"Later, I told you everything, Master!"

“Master, we have also made them receive the appropriate punishment through our own efforts,” Fang Ziye comforted him.

But when Fang Ziye finished speaking, he noticed that Yuan Weihong suddenly opened his eyes, and the blood vessels in his eyes were as red as a rabbit's. This red color, when it entered Fang Ziye's field of vision, even made Fang Ziye a little flustered.

Fang Ziye was afraid that Yuan Weihong would go berserk in that instant and slap himself without knowing the facts.

In the end, Yuan Weihong did nothing. After getting up, he silently turned and left.

His legs gradually went from drooping to steady, and after opening the door, his pace returned to normal. He even straightened the sleeves of his white coat and walked out of the emergency room very calmly.

Fang Ziye looked out of the trauma center clinic with a bewildered expression in his eyes.

Unable to figure out why, Fang Ziye sent a message to Jie Han and Lan Tianluo to ask.

In the small group chat, Fang Ziye asked, "Has Master been on his period these past few days? Have any of you noticed that Master is acting a little strange?"

Lan Tianluo: '???'

'I was chatting and laughing with my mentor when we left the clinic this afternoon, didn't we?'

'There shouldn't be any uncles/aunts around, right? And my mentor hasn't been behaving strangely in the department, has he?'

Senior brother, did Master come down looking for you?

Jie Han: 'Senior brother, did Master scold you?'

Fang Ziye: 'I wasn't scolded, but I noticed my master was acting a bit strange, yet not really strange. I can't quite put my finger on it; maybe I'm just imagining things.'

Jie Han: 'Senior brother, Master is here to give you some instructions, right? He also needs to go to the countryside to prepare for his promotion to associate professor. He was originally scheduled to leave in September, but it's been moved up to July.'

"That means early next month, Master will be going to Enshi Central Hospital for counterpart support work. It's the same unit you worked at back then, and after you return, you can be appointed as an associate professor and associate chief physician."

'That's a double jump.'

Upon seeing Jie Han's message, Fang Ziye immediately realized something was wrong. He rushed into the emergency room's break room: "Teacher Xie, I need to go out for a bit, could you cover for me for a while?"

I'll take over your shift tonight!

The trauma center has a very clear three-tiered system: Fang Ziye's first-tier tier, Xie Jinyuan's second-tier tier, and Liu Huanglong's third-tier tier.

Second-line shifts cannot be far from the clinic for long periods of time, so Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan occasionally stays overnight in the emergency department in case of emergencies.

"Okay, go ahead, I'll be right to the clinic." Xie Jinyuan was reading a novel.

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the clinic while swiping around, without asking Fang Ziye what he was going to do.

After getting his leave, Fang Ziye took off his white coat and immediately called Yuan Weihong.

Then, as I went outside, I saw Yuan Weihong walk around the department, put down his white coat, and then, standing on tiptoe, balancing his electric scooter, moving back and forth to chat with another young man.

While they were chatting, the young man next door hit him.

Yuan Weihong's cheerful voice easily reached Fang Ziye's ears even after traveling fifty meters: "It's no use hitting me. Ziye is my family's, not ours, OK?"

"Your joint surgery is the aristocracy of orthopedics, while our trauma surgery is the ant tribe of orthopedics. We are not on the same plane."

“Noble families produce good sons; your department should have many prescriptions and specialties.”

Fang Ziye: "..."

Damn, I worried for nothing.

Why should I worry about this?
Who is the master?

Yuan Weihong, nicknamed Brother Wei, also known as Beihai Yiye and the Wandering Jianghu, how could he possibly have his defenses broken?
Fang Ziye forgot to hang up the phone. Yuan Weihong answered it after feeling the phone ring.

A cheerful voice boomed from both the phone and the real world: "Hey, Ziye, what's up?"

"Master, I want to go out to eat with you. I'm broke." Fang Ziye made up a ridiculous excuse.

"Then come to the bike shed, I'll take you there to eat on my electric scooter."

"Ziye is looking for me." Yuan Weihong said playfully, which inevitably reminded Fang Ziye of the scene where the 'teacher' from the joint surgery department beat up the 'bastard'.

They beat him up and left, giving Yuan Weihong no chance to retaliate.

After Fang Ziye approached Yuan Weihong, Yuan Weihong calmly smiled and said, "Come on... Master will take you home."

(End of this chapter)