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Chapter 445 Anticipating the Descent of Night (Please Subscribe)
June 29th is a Friday, and July 1st is a Sunday.

Although it was the beginning of January, the department still did not schedule any elective surgeries due to the conflict with the weekend.

Fang Ziye continued, "Professor Liu, I have been thinking about this for a long time and have decided to choose the rabbit as the animal model for destructive testing."

"Mice are the cheapest, but their limbs are too small, making them uncomfortable to practice with."

"Domestic pigs are the right size, but the cost is too high, and they are not easy for the surgeon to control and anesthetize, and may even be accidentally injured."

"Domestic rabbits are also a common animal testing model because they are easy to find and control."

Liu Huanglong nodded and immediately looked at Nie Mingxian.

Currently, the first team continues to practice the entire surgical procedure using animal testing models. There are only two people in the department: Nie Mingxian and Lan Tianluo.

The second tier consists of Yuan Weihong and Liu Huanglong.

Liu Huanglong then asked, "Ziye, have you figured out how to inflict 'damage' on the rabbit?"

"Rabbits have slightly different living habits from humans, so the damage model we create should ideally resemble a human emergency room patient."

“This is what Nie Mingxian and I thought: when simulating the destruction and injury of domestic rabbits, the rabbits must be under anesthesia. This is the ‘humanitarian’ spirit of the experiment, and we cannot show too much of a sign of animal abuse.”

"Therefore, it is more appropriate to draw an analogy between a human factory or a car accident."

"So, are we going to be running around under the animal lab?"

Creating damage is not an easy task.

Too much of a good thing is bad; limb-saving training that is not done properly is useless.

Furthermore, the animals being tested should not be subjected to repeated torture.

“Professor Liu, I have also considered the method you mentioned, but the damage caused by car accidents is generally high-violent damage, not just crushing, but also impact with a certain initial velocity.”

"This is not a very good simulation."

"Moreover, if the distance between the wheels and the rabbit is not properly controlled while it is under anesthesia, it could be half of its body being run over."

"If you drive slowly and run over it, it may not cause soft tissue damage, but may only result in a fracture, and it is impossible to simulate the integrity of a destructive injury."

"My idea is to create damage quickly and artificially, using surgical tools, for about ten or twenty minutes before the operation."

“Of course, it would be best if there were any suitable crushing tools,” Fang Ziye said with a furrowed brow. In fact, he had no clue how to make animal models.

But this method is still better than Liu Huanglong's suggestion of direct violence by running them over with a private car.

Rabbits are only so big, and their length is limited. If you try to snatch one away, you'll get your head smashed.

"The main problem is that the rabbits entering the animal laboratory must meet the sterility standard, otherwise I'd like to go outside and find a hydraulic press..." Liu Huanglong said with some difficulty.

"Since there isn't a very good solution, let's put this matter aside for now."

"We will first learn the details and theory of debridement, and then apply what we have learned. Even if we gradually learn and practice on patients, we will have enough resources."

"Ziye, tomorrow is the surgery day for Chen Fang's team. Why don't you go over and ask about the patient's basic condition later?"

"Although Professor Chen Fang's team has not yet treated any cases of traumatic injury, we must still uphold our principles."

"Okay, Teacher Liu, I'll go over and check the rooms."

Fang Ziye stood up and said, "I'll forward the relevant documents to you in a bit. It's not something you can finish reading in a short time."

“Go ahead, and remember to send it out early. I always feel that when you talk about something, once you get to the details, you can explain it all down perfectly, as if you're afraid we won't understand.”

"It's obvious that your teaching skills haven't been trained at all. Next semester you'll be teaching large lectures to undergraduates. If you keep going like this, not knowing when to stop and just improvising, that won't do," Liu Huanglong said, before letting Fang Ziye leave.

After Fang Ziye left, Liu Huanglong looked at Nie Mingxian and asked, "Mingxian, have you thought it through?"

"Are you still planning to return to Kyoto in October, or extend your study abroad vacation?"

Nie Mingxian's lower eyelids twitched twice: "I haven't thought it through yet, Teacher Liu. Let's just muddle through for now and see how things go."

Liu Huanglong immediately said, "If you don't want to be subordinate to others, I should be able to get you into a suitable position at Peking Union Medical College Hospital or Tongji Hospital relatively easily."

"It will provide a more precise positioning than if you find a job on your own."

Nie Mingxian continued to shake his head, his gaze becoming disordered before he looked intently at Liu Huanglong: "Professor Liu, it's not that I don't want to be subordinate to others, it's that I'm afraid that if I go back, I'll encounter another group of teachers who don't understand me."

"Professor Liu, can you understand the feeling and excitement I have when I'm only 32 years old, still in the doctoral stage, and I've already developed a precision instrument that could potentially benefit millions of people?"

"I'm afraid that if I get too into the role, I'll end up being treated like an idiot."

Nie Mingxian is very confident in his small extracorporeal blood purification device for limb preservation. However, he still has other concerns: "I don't think Ziye is a scholar-general."

"Why would you think that?" Liu Huanglong asked.

"Are you afraid that Ziye will steal the credit?"

"Ziye isn't that kind of person, is he?"

Nie Mingxian shook his head: "Teacher Liu, it's not that I'm afraid of having my credit stolen, but that after we've worked together for a while, there's no longer any room for us to work together!"

"Wouldn't that leave me hanging?"

"The advantage is with Ziye now. He, Lan Tianluo, Jie Hanjia and Teacher Yuan Weihong together count as half. I am one to two and a half, I don't have any advantage."

As soon as Nie Mingxian finished speaking, he noticed that Liu Huanglong's long face began to twitch slightly, and Nie Mingxian realized that Liu Huanglong was a little angry.

Because Nie Mingxian didn't even include Liu Huanglong in the weight calculation, but Yuan Weihong and Jie Han were both added to the weight by half.

Before Liu Huanglong could lash out, Nie Mingxian stood up:
"Anyway, I'm still struggling with this, so I'll just focus on being a good student for now."

"Teacher Liu, Lan Tianluo invited me to the practice room. I see that my rounds are almost over, so would you like to go ahead with your work?"

"Go ahead," Liu Huanglong said, squinting his eyes.

"Then I'm leaving, Teacher Liu." Nie Mingxian quickly slipped out of the office.

After Nie Mingxian left, Liu Huanglong crossed his legs again and muttered to himself, "Does even Nie Mingxian think that my current achievements are just due to riding the wave of success, and not my personal talent and strength?"

"Am I really inferior to Yuan Weihong in terms of scientific research talent?"

"Isn't this looking down on people?"

Liu Huanglong's tone was low and sour, and he felt a strange, inexplicable feeling in his heart.

Liu Huanglong, was actually being shut out of people's sights?!

……

Chen Fang is leading the original team of Professor Dong Yaohui. Currently, the only doctor in the group from our hospital is Attending Physician Nie Xuehua.

The only PhD is Liu Haojiang, who is an associate professor under Chen Fang.

Professor Dong Yaohui's last master's student, Gu Guangyuan, had already graduated. Fang Ziye didn't know most of the master's students.

"Professor Chen." Fang Ziye waited at the door of a ward until Associate Professor Chen Fang and her large group came out, his laughter meeting the unfamiliar gazes of the group.

Chen Fang paused, looked Fang Ziye up and down, and said politely, "Instructor Ziye is here. Everyone should recognize him and learn from him in the future."

"Senior brother."

"Senior Brother Fang."

"Brother Ye."

The group of PhDs and Masters addressed each other differently. Except for Dr. Liu Haojiang, who called Fang Ziye "Brother Ye," everyone else addressed him as "Senior Brother Fang."

"Teacher Chen, you're not an instructor at all. Teacher Liu is the instructor for our entire department. I'm the chief resident now." Fang Ziye didn't know if Chen Fang was being sarcastic, but he had no choice but to try to establish a good relationship with her.

Chen Fang is not tall, about 1.67 meters, of medium build, with a long neck, prominent collarbone, small ears and long eyebrows. She smiled slightly when she heard this: "I was just joking, Ziye. Our group doesn't have any emergency patients with traumatic injuries admitted right now. They are all patients that Director Han admitted before."

"We can only start receiving emergency patients with severe injuries after this batch of patients has completed their surgeries and been discharged from the hospital."

"Would you like to follow along and take a look around?"

Fang Ziye immediately nodded: "Look, Teacher Chen."

Chen Fang didn't say anything more; ward rounds were the priority...

Fang Ziye followed along and indeed found that Associate Professor Chen Fang's group dealt with some of the more common diseases in the department.

After arranging for the patients scheduled for elective surgery the next day, Chen Fang took Nie Xuehua and Fang Ziye to the deputy chief physician's office. As they walked, she said, "Ziye, among the patients in our group, beds 25, 33, and 35 all have extremely large and complex bone defects."

“Professor Dong used to perform this procedure, and last month Professor Han performed it. I can’t handle it on my own.”

"Both surgeries 33 and 35 are scheduled for tomorrow. Do you think we should have Professor Liu handle them?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye frowned. He hadn't checked on the patients in bed 25, so he didn't know the situation yet.

The bone defects in beds 33 and 35 are indeed quite complex. If both surgeries are scheduled for tomorrow, Fang Ziye cannot guarantee whether Liu Huanglong can handle them.

Even Fang Ziye himself found such complex bone defect cases relatively difficult to handle.

Therefore, there are only three solutions at present: either Liu Huanglong can handle it, or Han Yuanxiao or his master Deng Yong can be invited to perform the surgery, or Fang Ziye can add his own expertise.

Fang Ziye actually preferred the second option.

The subsequent cases in the department mainly focused on destructive injuries, and Fang Ziye was not willing to waste too many knowledge points on surgery to treat bone defects.

Fang Ziye currently has 79,000 knowledge points, which is quite a lot, but when it comes to actually using them, he can clear them all in a day.

It's always better to have more knowledge.

"Teacher Chen, did Teacher Han mention before that he could come back to help with the surgery?" Fang Ziye asked first.

Chen Fang and Nie Xuehua's eyes flashed upon hearing this.

His face was filled with astonishment—

You still expect Professor Han Yuanxiao to come back and perform the surgery?

Fang Ziye didn't shy away from their gazes and said with a smile, "Teacher Chen, I'll ask my master and Professor Liu later to see if they can think of a solution."

Upon hearing this, Chen Fang's long eyebrows relaxed: "Ziye, if Professor Deng is willing to come back and perform the surgery, that would be the best outcome."

“You are Professor Deng’s beloved student, I think you should be able to get Professor Deng to come.”

Although Deng Yong left the Department of Trauma Surgery for the Department of Hand Surgery, in the eyes of Chen Fang and others, Deng Yong was still the pinnacle of the Department of Trauma Surgery in the hospital.

"All I can say is that I'll give it a try," Fang Ziye said with a smile.

……

Chen Fang called Fang Ziye and Nie Xuehua to her office for a talk. It wasn't anything particularly important; it was just some polite small talk.

The most important message is that we hope Fang Ziye will treat the students in the group better in the future and teach them more about damage techniques.

Treatment of destructive injuries will inevitably become the next major focus at Zhongnan Hospital, and the department has been laying the groundwork for this since March.

If it weren't for Fang Ziye's appearance, it might have taken three to five years to prepare. Fang Ziye shortened those three to five years to four months.

Chen Fang could only follow the direction and pace of the department's development, and could not make the department stop and wait for him.

"Ziye, let's have dinner together later. It's the weekend, and the emergency consultations and surgeries have all been taken over by the Emergency Trauma Center. We can have a few drinks," Associate Professor Chen Fang said.

She then added, "Your master will also be coming."

"Teacher Chen, I'd better not drink. What if there's an emergency requiring serious injury?" Fang Ziye agreed to have dinner, but declined the alcohol.

"Aren't there other people who were injured or damaged? Nie Mingxian, and Lan Tianluo. Before Professor Deng Yong left, he had already opened a special channel for Lan Tianluo and granted him the authority to perform level two surgeries."

“Even the single-item operation that causes damage is unscrewing, it’s all a level two operation,” Chen Fang said with a smile.

Fang Ziye: "..."

"Teacher Chen, is it alright to look at it later?"

……

Actually, Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao were assigned to the hand surgery department, but the remaining staff there also caused them a lot of trouble.

They now have hand surgery patients in their care.

Hand surgery was an unfamiliar field, and Han Yuanxiao and Deng Yong could only stare blankly at it, whether it was a transposition or transplant.

After two professors left, the top associate professors in the department can only perform tendon transfers; they are helpless with nerve transfers.

When Fang Ziye returned to find Liu Huanglong, Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao were both in Liu Huanglong's office.

After Fang Ziye pushed the door open and saw the situation clearly, he quickly closed the door again.

"Come in, Ziye," Deng Yong called out.

Fang Ziye then pushed the door open and entered.

Inside, neither Deng Yong nor Han Yuanxiao looked too 'sad'; instead, they were chatting and laughing with Liu Huanglong.

"Ziye, what are you doing here? Can't you say what you want to say in front of me?" Deng Yong raised an eyebrow, feigning displeasure.

“Master, I actually came here to ask you to perform a few surgeries. There are a few severe, complex bone defects left here, and I can’t remove them.”

"Associate Professor Chen Fang told me to ask Professor Liu for his opinion, so I came to ask first," Fang Ziye replied calmly, placing his hands in front of his abdomen and glancing at the three of them.

Finally, he stopped at Liu Huanglong, who had spoken first, and pricked up his ears—

Liu Huanglong: "I don't know how, I really don't know how. You'll have to ask your master, Professor Deng, to help."

Deng Yong touched the fleshy mole on his chin, and his voice came back simultaneously: "When is the surgery? Tomorrow?"

Deng Yong was still in the department yesterday, so he naturally knew exactly when Chen Fang's group's surgery was scheduled.

“Yes, Master.” Fang Ziye nodded in reply.

"Call me when the surgery starts tomorrow. Our team also has a surgery day tomorrow. I just got there and the staff started to rummage through me."

"Professor Han and I also came to Professor Liu for help." "Moreover, until we correct the diagnosis, Professor Liu will probably have to keep stepping in." Deng Yong replied quite bluntly.

"Professor Liu, we're really in a lot of trouble, otherwise we won't be able to make a living."

What else could Liu Huanglong say but nod in agreement?

The original arrangement for Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao to go to the hand surgery department was somewhat 'unorthodox', as everyone has their own area of ​​expertise.

However, both of them are professors and were previously administrative directors. If they don't go to hand surgery, but instead go to joint surgery and sports medicine, they will be even more clueless.

Han Yuanxiao then looked at Fang Ziye, pursed his lips, and said, "Ziye, the topic of destruction and damage is a very good topic."

"It will definitely be a popular area for future development. Ziye, could you send me some relevant materials so I can study them carefully?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately nodded: "Okay, Director Han, I'll send it to you in a bit. I didn't bring my computer with me right now, but I'll send it to you once I get it from the emergency department."

Fang Ziye's computer wasn't at home, but in the doctor's office in the emergency room.

After finishing their morning shift, Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian went to the trauma surgery department without bringing their computers.

"Director Han, should I send it to your email or your WeChat?" Fang Ziye asked again.

Actually, it's best to send this via email.

There are officially recognized records of the interactions.

Of course, sending it via WeChat is fine, but we're worried that Han Yuanxiao might get hold of the materials and spread them around. Fang Ziye hasn't even finalized the draft yet, and we want to prevent unscrupulous people from printing it out first.

"Send it to my email, thank you Ziye. I need to read your masterpiece carefully." Han Yuanxiao smiled, as if he felt no displeasure at being removed from his position as director, but rather a sense of ease and comfort.

……

At 10:00 AM sharp, Deng Yong, Han Yuanxiao, and Fang Ziye left the VIP office together.

Han Yuanxiao very sensibly took the first step.

Deng Yong turned his head to look at Fang Ziye, patted the back of Fang Ziye's head and said, "Ziye, keep it up. Although Master has gone to the next room now, it's only a short distance up or down the stairs."

“If you have any difficulties, you can tell your master. Your master will come downstairs to support you.”

Deng Yong's first words were that if Chen Fang and the others made things difficult for Fang Ziye, he, Deng Yong, would come down and let them know who the real "father" was in the trauma surgery department.

No matter how much Deng Yong was exiled, his fame and status throughout the province, as well as his strength, were beyond question.

"Thank you, Master. Teacher Chen and the others didn't make things difficult for us. However, the issues they raised are indeed things that need attention."

Fang Ziye then explained, "Perhaps Teacher Chen also felt that since you are my master, you would be more willing to come and help if I asked."

"After all? This time?" Fang Ziye hesitated, then stopped himself from speaking.

To be honest, when Fang Ziye sent the message to Huang Kai, he did not expect such a series of reactions to occur, and he did not expect that his teacher Deng Yong would also be 'exiled'.

However, even though I didn't kill Bo Ren, Bo Ren "died" because of me, and Fang Ziye still felt a lot of guilt.

"Everyone will be punished for their mistakes, whether in life or in their mind."

"The master's mistake in this matter was that he ignored it and knew about it but did nothing about it."

"To be in a position but not to perform one's duties is to be a mere figurehead." Deng Yong explained to Fang Ziye, teaching him by example.

"Do you remember what your mentor told you a long time ago? In the end, doctors not only compete on their skills, but also on their character and ethics..."

After Deng Yong explained at length, Fang Ziye finally looked up and asked, "Master, can you come back?"

Deng Yong looked around before leading Fang Ziye into the fire escape before speaking: "Actually, the hospital initially planned to send Liu Huanglong to the hand surgery department."

"But how could Liu Huanglong go directly to the hand surgery department? Would he want to embarrass himself? Would he be kicked out and then eagerly go back?"

"Therefore, he cannot go back."

"Due to some special reasons, Director Han and I can no longer stay in the trauma surgery department. So now we can only work in different departments on the surface, but in reality we are working in different positions."

"How could Liu Huanglong possibly be a trauma surgeon? How could Han Yuanxiao and I possibly perform hand surgery? Isn't that obvious?"

Deng Yong's words caused Fang Ziye's mind to go blank again.

Are you guys playing with snakeskin?
Fang Ziye's mind raced, twisting the white matter into a pretzel, before he finally said, "Master, so in reality, you and Director Han still perform surgeries in our trauma surgery department, but you are officially assigned to and manage patients in the hand surgery department."

"Professor Liu Huanglong?"

"The first sentence is correct, but the second sentence is incorrect."

"Liu Huanglong will not overstep his bounds and interfere with the life and death of hand surgeons!"

"The final result can only be that the hand surgery side makes concessions, allowing at least one group to be transferred to the trauma surgery group. Or even both groups."

"Unless Professor Ni can find a hand surgery professor with sufficient expertise to oversee the work, it will be possible to retain the staffing of two groups."

……

After parting ways with Deng Yong, Fang Ziye stopped thinking about those details.

These things are so damn profound. This time, the hand surgery department of Zhongnan Hospital is really unlucky.

Of course, Fang Ziye didn't think they were innocent either.

The widespread and large-scale application of drugs that have undergone clinical trials in clinical practice is fundamentally wrong.

The principle of solely focusing on efficacy does not exist in clinical practice.

In clinical practice, even with an 80% effectiveness rate, you can't gamble on it.

Associate Professor Chen Fang asked him to find a way, which would probably be to successfully complete a bridging procedure so that Han Yuanxiao and Deng Yong would still have a chance to come back and have the surgery.

It makes sense to say that it happened in the hospital!

The surgery is there, but no one can perform it. Should we do it or not?
Can the patient be ignored?

Whether you agree or not, I still have to play this game of skirting the rules.

You have Zhang Liangji, I have a wall ladder.

Around 11 o'clock, Fang Ziye carried his computer back to Luo Tingzhu's rented room.

Today is Sunday, and Luo Tingzhu is at home, wearing summer shorts and pajamas, lying on the sofa reading a book.

Upon hearing the click of the key opening the door, he quickly sat up straight and straightened his trouser hem.

Then I looked at the phone in front of my right hand: "11:21".

"Senior brother!" Luo Tingzhu tilted her head slightly, showing Fang Ziye her new hairstyle that she had just gotten yesterday.

While changing his shoes, Fang Ziye glanced up and saw—

Pajamas, you know.

It emphasizes a relaxed atmosphere.

Fang Ziye first looked at his favorite eyes, and then immediately saw the white, slender thighs, the pert buttocks, the waist that felt wonderful to hold, and then a "C" shape bigger than a bowl.

Fang Ziye immediately lowered his head and suggested with a smile, "Tingzhu, shall we go out for lunch?"

"It's been so long since I've taken you out to eat."

Luo Tingzhu didn't understand Fang Ziye's perspective, but after a fleeting look of disappointment, she asked, "What are we having for lunch?"

"I want to go eat spicy pot or hot pot."

"Let's have hot pot then. We often eat hot pot when we go out." Fang Ziye really didn't see anything wrong, and right now his mind was full of things happening in the department.

……

However, Fang Ziye noticed something amiss when he saw Luo Tingzhu come out in a plaid knee-length skirt.

Her bangs swayed in the gentle breeze from the air conditioner, and her fair neck stood proudly like a white swan. As she left the room, she turned her head to tidy her temples.

Her chubby profile now has a bit of baby fat, her arms are fair and delicate, and her nose is high and white like a little pig.

Her hair was a little shorter than the last time I saw her.

When did you get your hair done?

"I just made it yesterday..." Luo Tingzhu tilted her head, then took out a necklace and put it on.

The necklace Luo Tingzhu was wearing was a choker, made of braided flowers. When worn, it perfectly filled the blank space around her neck, and against the high V-neck, it made her look more refined, adding a sense of layering to her overall look.

"It's really beautiful," Fang Ziye said after looking at it from side to side several times.

Luo Tingzhu laughed after hearing this.

When she went out, Luo Tingzhu didn't bring a bag, snack bag, or backpack. She only brought a white-flowered, red-faced, black-bottomed Banana Tree parasol, as if she was just going there to eat.

In the ride-hailing car, Luo Tingzhu finally opened up and shared her recent situation with Fang Ziye.

“Senior brother, after studying Senior Brother Nie’s notes and the notes you left me, I realized that I have touched the threshold of sensorimotor dissociation anesthesia.”

"Professor Xu Long from Xiangya Hospital wants me to go to Xiangya with him, but he seems to be learning rather slowly." Luo Tingzhu raised her neck, as if to let Fang Ziye examine her closely.

"Professor Xu is getting old, so it's normal for his learning ability to decline. Everyone has a golden age, and after that age, you'll feel that all kinds of functions will decline."

“Actually, Professor Xu’s expertise in sensorimotor dissociation anesthesia is already very profound, I mean compared to his peers…” Fang Ziye replied.

"As for research projects, most of my projects are nearing completion. My next step is to try applying for the National Natural Science Foundation of China (NSFC) Youth Project, but I don't think I'll have a chance."

"The postdoctoral program may still be approved..."

"And also, senior, I've published a few articles in anesthesiology. My professor said my research direction is too free now, it seems to be moving from internal medicine to surgery, and then to anesthesiology..."

“I think freedom is a good thing. The direction of scientific research should be free, right, senior brother?” Luo Tingzhu hadn’t seen Fang Ziye for a long time.

The last time we spent time alone together offline was in May, and that time, I almost lost my virginity.

Of course, it's only been a little over a month.

However, even though they are not in the same city or even the same school, and their workplaces are only a few dozen meters apart, it is still very difficult to go through nearly two months without seeing each other.

However, Luo Tingzhu is actually very patient, and she has many things she can do on her own.

Moreover, Fang Ziye also discovered that in order to ensure the purity of their relationship, Luo Tingzhu deliberately avoided any research topics that overlapped with his own, and she didn't touch any of the fields he was studying.

This independence allows her to have a fulfilling life when Fang Ziye is not around, and to maintain a sense of mystery when he is.

This time, Fang Ziye simply listened honestly, occasionally offering a few words of response.

When he got out of the car, even the ride-hailing driver advised him, "Young man, don't make the girl call you 'senior brother,' call her 'boyfriend.'"

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu were taken aback upon hearing this. Fang Ziye took Luo Tingzhu's hand and gently bowed his head, saying, "Thank you, brother. We are boyfriend and girlfriend. 'Senior brother' is just a nickname."

The driver stepped on the gas and drove off.

I didn't succeed in being a matchmaker, so I felt no sense of accomplishment.

As it approached lunchtime, the two immediately went to eat, followed by milk tea and a movie.

Fang Ziye also bought a pair of shoes at the mall, while Luo Tingzhu bought a hair clip.

In fact, Luo Tingzhu had tried on clothes from several stores, and they all looked good, but Luo Tingzhu herself was not very satisfied with these styles.

In the end, Fang Ziye was particularly interested in a set of denim shorts and a white polo shirt, and insisted on paying and leaving.

"Let's take the bus back," Luo Tingzhu suggested.

"I'm going to the lab after I get back. Taking the bus back will be slower."

Fang Ziye's first reaction upon hearing this was, "Why don't you just not go? You finally have some free time, you could stay home and watch TV."

But Fang Ziye also realized that most of the time, Luo Tingzhu was the one who spent her time on her own.

“Okay!” Fang Ziye nodded, then asked:
"Tingzhu, would you like a research assistant?"

“I could hire two research assistants, but I don’t really think it’s necessary to have that many.”

Luo Tingzhu shook her head first, and after thinking carefully for a moment, she said, "Senior brother, I don't need it, but there is someone who does."

"Lan Mouluo?" Fang Ziye replied with amusement.

"Mmm." Luo Tingzhu nodded her cute head.

“Senior, if you assign him a research assistant, he can dedicate more time to our major.”

“He really likes medicine,” Luo Tingzhu said, then suddenly waved her hand, “701 is here…”

"The research assistant he wants to hire isn't a medical professional. I'll discuss it with Lan Tianluo and find him one myself."

"My recruitment process goes through the hospital's personnel department and is funded by the hospital's budget; I can't share the funds with others."

"At most, I can only give it to you." Fang Ziye's tone was cloying.

After the two took the bus back, Luo Tingzhu went home to change into a looser set of pants and clothes, and then went out wearing a sun hat and a parasol.

As he left, he said, "I'll be back at 10 p.m., senior."

"Where are you sleeping tonight?"

Fang Ziye then said, "I'll sleep here..."

Luo Tingzhu ran out the door.

Fang Ziye went into the room, turned on his computer, and started an impromptu meeting with Lan Tianluo and others.

Then we look forward to the arrival of night.

(End of this chapter)