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Chapter 447 The Car Accident Squad (Please Subscribe)
July 2nd, Monday, the first workday of July.

The surgery was scheduled for July 1st, and there was nothing to discuss during Monday's ward rounds. After the rounds, Fang Ziye didn't put on any airs and simply led his team out of the operating room.

Behind Fang Ziye, Liu Haojiang, the only PhD in Associate Professor Chen Fang's group, was talking with Nie Mingxian as the three of them walked into the changing room.

After changing into slippers in the locker room and getting a scrub suit to change clothes, Nie Mingxian said, "Ziye, I think you need to make some arrangements. Right now, Professor Chen only has Liu Haojiang as a PhD."

"The pressure of quality control of discharge medical records, review of medical records in stock, recording of surgical sequence, and correction of surgical records is all on Liu Haojiang's shoulders. It is indeed a bit outrageous."

"Haojiang said he can't hold on much longer."

As soon as Nie Mingxian finished speaking, Liu Haojiang's voice quickly reached Fang Ziye's ears: "Brother Ye, I didn't. I feel fine."

Liu Haojiang has a short buzz cut and an unremarkable face; he is usually honest and unassuming.

Fang Ziye heard that Liu Haojiang's family was even worse off than his own, and that he had relied on student loans to pay for his tuition from his undergraduate to doctoral studies, and that he had also relied on hospital subsidies for his living expenses after his master's studies.

I've only heard about it, but even Fang Ziye's reach wasn't this far before.

What does Professor Dong Yaohui's doctoral student, Associate Professor Chen Fang, have to do with you, Fang Ziye?

If two people have only met once and have never spent time together, there is no way to have any feelings for each other.

"Haojiang, you have to tell the truth!"

"Whether you can manage to be busy depends on how busy you are. If you lose all learning and experimental opportunities, then you are mortgaging your future."

"Have Gu Guangyuan and Shou Junai from your group already graduated?" Fang Ziye asked as he took off his clothes, his voice muffled by his short sleeves.

“Yes, Brother Ye, all three of our graduating master’s students have already graduated and started working. It seems like none of them have the opportunity to pursue a doctorate,” Liu Haojiang said.

Pursuing a doctorate is difficult. Fang Ziye also faced this dilemma in the past. If you don't have any special skills or opportunities, you may not even have the chance to continue your studies.

"Then let's get Nie Duo and Feng Junfeng up and help out."

Liu Haojiang scratched his head and said, "But Brother Ye, Nie Duo and Feng Junfeng are about to enter their third year and are facing doctoral entrance exams or job hunting. They are too busy with their own things."

"Brother Hua is now planning to take over the surgery scheduling, so at least I'll have some free time."

Nie Duo is Associate Professor Chen Fang's master's student, while Feng Junfeng is Nie Xuehua's master's student. They are both currently in their second year of master's studies and will soon be graduating in their third year.

When Fang Ziye was about to graduate, they had all just come to Zhongnan Hospital, and now they were about to become fresh graduates.

"Let's talk later. Let's go to the operating room and look at the patient's information first." Fang Ziye folded his clothes and put them in the cabinet before starting to unbuckle his belt...

Nie Mingxian wanted to give it a try, but the task Fang Ziye assigned him yesterday left him feeling somewhat overwhelmed.

If the main tasks are not done well, and you try to open the door to goodness, you will ultimately lose on both sides.

"Ziye, why are you walking so fast?" Nie Mingxian's voice came from behind.

Fang Ziye tilted his head slightly and said, "Brother Xian, are you walking too slowly?"

But in my heart I thought, I must hurry up. My girlfriend, with whom I had such a wonderful time last night, is still working in the operating room. I need to go and check on her.

If you're not feeling well, you should swallow your pride and ask Dr. Zeng Quanming, the head of the anesthesiology department, for leave.

Fang Ziye admitted that he was "truly lustful" and that he hadn't thought things through properly, since he hadn't chosen a time before the weekend and ended up on July 2nd.

As a result, Luo Tingzhu had no time to rest and had to work like a beast of burden in the operating room.

But I really do feel sorry for them.

"I'm slow?"

"Forget it, you go ahead, Haojiang and I will take our time. You're in a hurry to be reborn, right?" Nie Mingxian was much more relaxed now.

Being able to occupy a unique position in a team and grow together with everyone can bring you a very peaceful state of mind.

Fang Ziye is excellent in his own way, and I am excellent in mine. We should each learn from each other's strengths and make up for each other's weaknesses.

If Fang Ziye were to play with the 'equipment' against me, Fang Ziye might not be able to win...

Crash.

As Fang Ziye extended his right foot to the sensor valve at the operating room door, the sound of the automatic pneumatic door being activated reached his ears. As the door gradually moved to the right, clearing his view, Fang Ziye finally saw a somewhat resentful gaze.

Wearing scrubs and a self-provided plaid cap (standard equipment for the anesthesiology department), Luo Tingzhu had already administered anesthesia to the patient and was now typing something down in front of the anesthesia machine.

After Fang Ziye took a few steps inside, Luo Tingzhu's blinking, shy, and evasive single eyeballs became exceptionally clear in Fang Ziye's field of vision.

She sat very upright and seemed unafraid of the cold, not wearing a 'backpack'. Her fair upper arms were like natural jade lotus roots, with slightly protruding biceps, but they had a soft, fleshy look.

As she noticed Fang Ziye approaching, her body stiffened slightly. She gently turned her long neck and fixed her gaze on Fang Ziye.

What is he going to do?
This is the operating room, don't come in, don't come in...

When Fang Ziye saw the pleading, aggrieved, and almost tearful gaze, his heart stirred, and he asked, "Where is Teacher Zeng?"

"Professor Zeng went to the operating room next door. Today, Professor Xu Long will be in charge of this operating room."

"For our first surgery, we opted for spinal anesthesia combined with local nerve block. The main purposes were as follows: one..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye felt a pang of anxiety. He couldn't bear to see Luo Tingzhu so nervous, so he said, "Stop reciting your lessons. I'm going to look at the patient's MRI. This patient's damage is quite strange."

"Blood circulation is smooth, but there are large areas of defects in other soft tissues. I think there should be a large area of ​​thrombosis, nerve damage, etc."

It's definitely not appropriate to flirt in the workplace.

If this were at home, Fang Ziye would definitely go up and hug her.

Turning around to the front and back of the video reader, Fang Ziye was still glancing at Luo Tingzhu out of the corner of his eye. At this moment, she adjusted her posture to be very serious and formal, as if she were burying her head in the sand.

Little did she know that it was precisely this formality that might betray her.

Fang Ziye knew that Luo Tingzhu's handling of certain details, including but not limited to emotional management, might be due to a lack of parental care and guidance, which prevented her from doing very well.

When Luo Tingzhu first arrived at the Department of Trauma Surgery, the procedure for getting Professor Deng Yong's signature was somewhat "simple and forceful." She wasn't promoting herself, but rather calling out his name so that Professor Deng Yong's signature wouldn't take up a quota.

The order of these key points is actually a bit messy.

Then, in the training room, Luo Tingzhu was far ahead of everyone else, while when she was paying attention to others, she would directly tell them how they could do better, without pointing out their shortcomings.

In the laboratory...

"Relax and listen to the bamboo. Others don't have X-ray vision. If you're too nervous, they'll notice you more."

After sending the "/kiss" emoji and turning his phone screen dark again, Fang Ziye suddenly realized—

The fastest way to deepen a couple's relationship is actually...!!!
Fang Ziye was a little surprised, but quickly calmed down.

After all, according to Maslow's hierarchy of needs, sex is the most basic physiological need, and when you have the means to satisfy these needs, you will want to hold on to them tightly.

Previously, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu's relationship was more about 'appreciation' and 'spiritual communication'.

But please don't forget that the most reliable thing in this world for maintaining spatial relationships is not the spirit, but the body.

Luo Tingzhu didn't reply, so Fang Ziye continued watching the film.

This case of damage is very special, not because it is complicated to perform, but because the blood vessel remained intact after such violence.

Because of the simplification, this destructive surgery is actually quite "simple" to perform.

After seeing it clearly, Fang Ziye carefully considered his current abilities and then sent Luo Tingzhu another message: "Let's go have lunch together later."

Luo Tingzhu wasn't unaware of the message: "???"

"Let's go have lunch together later. Let's leave work early today," Fang Ziye replied repeatedly.

Luo Tingzhu's chat window showed that the other party was typing...

However, once the pneumatic sensor door of the operating room was opened again, the input prompt disappeared once more.

"Ziye, Liu Haojiang went to wash his hands. Shall we start the broadcast?" Nie Mingxian's voice gradually approached, and he also came to the video reader, looking confidently at the MRI on the video reader.

"Brother Xian, you seem very confident today?" Fang Ziye finally understood why Nie Mingxian was talking so much today.

I was a little shocked.

I just sent my mature theoretical system to Nie Mingxian yesterday, and today Nie Mingxian is already being a bit high-profile. Such comprehension is something most people can't match.

"Hehe, Ziye, you deserve credit for this too. If you hadn't sent me the theory, I wouldn't have been so confident."

“I’ve had some successes.” Nie Mingxian’s tone was somewhat confident.

With the deceased gone, Nie Mingxian gradually emerged from the shadow of losing his father after finding his own place in the world.

Nie Mingxian felt he didn't feel much guilt towards his father; his only regret was that he wanted to care for his father but could no longer do so.

It wasn't that the son was unwilling to raise the child, but rather that the father simply didn't give him the opportunity.

Nie Mingxian only hopes that there is no cancer in heaven, so that she can properly repay her mother for the regrets she had for her father. If she is happy, her mother will be happy too.

After settling in, Nie Mingxian planned to bring her to Han City...

"Brother Xian, let me be the surgeon today," Fang Ziye said, taking the initiative to speak when Nie Mingxian was at the height of his fame.

Nie Mingxian's eyes narrowed, and he seemed to be in some discomfort.

"I feel pretty good and I'd like to give it a try, is that okay?" Fang Ziye asked.

Nie Mingxian felt even worse: "You've improved too?"

Fang Ziye's progress and my own progress are not the same thing.

Going from zero to one only requires an increase of 1 in the base number, but going from 10,000 to 100,000 requires a base number of 90,000.

If Fang Ziye's abilities were to improve further, wouldn't he be able to completely eliminate the disease of damage?

"I also gained some insights while organizing the theory, and I want to try it out, and also finish today's surgery as soon as possible, as I have some things to do later," Fang Ziye said.

Nie Mingxian could only nod in agreement...

For topics related to damage and destruction, you can only add points up to level 4; this is a barrier.

However, after Fang Ziye realized that his work focus would be on damage control for a long time, he improved his basic skills such as debridement and suturing.

5级5000/50000的进度条，比起0/50000或者是100/50000，总是不同的。

With this amount of knowledge points spent, Fang Ziye's level 5 skill set became as follows—

【清创术（5级5000/50000）、缝合术（5级5000/50000）、止血术（5级5000/50000）、切开术（5级5000/50000）、神经缝合术（5级5000/50000）、血管缝合术（5级5000/50000）、创伤外科基础理论（5级5000/50000）】

With 35000 knowledge points invested, the valve controlling the skill cap for damage reduction finally loosened once again.

The maximum level that can be reached by adding points has changed from level 4 to level 5 0/0!

【毁损伤清创术5级0/0。（当前可加点上限：5级0/0）】

【毁损伤血管缝合术5级0/0。（当前可加点上限：5级0/0）】

【毁损伤神经缝合移植术5级0/0。（当前可加点上限：5级0/0）】

【毁损伤骨缺损重建术5级0/0。（当前可加点上限：5级0/0）】

【毁损伤软组织重建术5级0/0。（当前可加点上限：5级0/0）】

New skills await unlocking, new skills await naming, new theories await exploration...

With a total of 50,000 knowledge points invested, the corresponding damage skill was directly boosted to an incredible level.

In this way, even if they can't break through the damage track themselves, it will take others at least twenty years to catch up.

A national-level basic skill is impressive enough, and a national-level specialized skill will definitely allow Fang Ziye to be renowned in this field for twenty years!
the most important is.

After spending 50,000 knowledge points, this thing was also activated—

New skills await unlocking, new skills await naming, new theories await exploration...

Naturally, Fang Ziye was unable to explore at this moment.

Surgery is more important.

Liu Haojiang and Nie Mingxian began washing and disinfecting their hands, while Fang Ziye continued to refine the surgical plan.

The reason why the others did not come down was that the key operation for debridement was in the later part, the debridement technique. In fact, Liu Huanglong had already mastered it quite well, but he still wanted to have a good discussion with Associate Professor Chen Fang in the office.

The two planned to come down around 1 p.m. to participate in the surgery.

Fang Ziye thought for a moment, then called Liu Huanglong and asked if Professor Liu was coming down now, as the surgery might be soon.

Liu Huanglong said on the phone, "It's okay, Ziye, you do it first."

Fang Ziye didn't say much. He himself said that the surgery might be over soon, but Liu Huanglong was unwilling to get off. Who could he blame?

At 8:37, after washing, disinfecting, and draping the hands, the surgery officially began.

The moment Fang Ziye took the scalpel, Nie Mingxian noticed that something was wrong with him.

If Fang Ziye's previous actions were like a cat catching a mouse, a nemesis of destruction, then Fang Ziye's current actions are like rat and cockroach poison, a chemical weapon, capable of wiping out entire groups.

Nie Mingxian has already made great progress in trauma-related surgeries, but when watching Fang Ziye's procedures, he still can't understand some of the details.

"Ziye? What, what are you doing?" Nie Mingxian interrupted Fang Ziye softly during a break in his work, asking what was going on.

“I’ve improved; I can stop short of hitting the mark now. So the speed has increased a lot compared to before.” Fang Ziye looked up from his head-down position, glancing at Nie Mingxian with one eye and Luo Tingzhu, who was looking at the operating table with her hands behind her back, with the other.

Luo Tingzhu's gaze held surprise mixed with envy, envy mixed with regret, and after a moment of regret, she seemed to suddenly realize something.

Trauma surgery really isn't suitable for her because the surgery takes too long and requires too much force, which isn't really suitable for a girl.

Anesthesiology, which is purely a skill-based field, is different. It doesn't require much strength, but rather precise manipulation. However, what makes Luo Tingzhu, this anesthesiologist, different is that she can see most common surgical procedures. Nowadays, she often watches surgeries after anesthesia is administered, just for the sheer enjoyment.

After all, he had performed on stage before, and he was a doctoral student in surgery...

At 9:15, Fang Ziye had completed all the debridement procedures.

This speed completely stunned Nie Mingxian.

However, something even more incredible happened. Less than 25 minutes after Fang Ziye completed the debridement at 9:15, around 9:40, he finished treating the broken bones and damaged soft tissue.

Twenty-five minutes, and two more operations were completed?
Do you think this is just a routine wound cleaning and suturing?
In Fang Ziye's view, what he considers "damage" is just a slightly more advanced form of ordinary trauma, which can be treated with simple cleaning and suturing.

At 9:55, Fang Ziye completed the tendon suturing and tendon reconstruction surgery. This time, Fang Ziye did not choose a two-stage procedure, but wanted to try to rebuild tendon function in one stage with his superb skills.

"The rest is just nerves." Nie Mingxian stood by, helping with the hook while his voice remained as calm as a broken record.

"The patient's blood vessels were almost completely damaged, but venous return was obstructed to some extent, which suggests that a thrombus has formed."

"For nerve treatment, I'd like to try a one-stage nerve transplant."

"I think it should work." Fang Ziye looked at his nerve suture transplantation surgery and then made up his mind.

Fang Ziye's incision technique is highly skilled.

At 10:05, Fang Ziye removed a nerve graft donor, quickly trimmed the damaged nerve, and then began suturing.

At 10:07, the stitching began.

At 10:16, the nerve transplant suturing was completed.

At 10:20, the rinsing began.

At 10:23, after the local soft tissue was closed and sutured again, negative pressure VAC was applied.

At 10:33, all screws on the external fixation brace were secured. The patient's VAC negative pressure was confirmed to be maintained.

At 10:40, the patient began to be taken out of the operating room.

Two hours and a half minutes later, a damaged machine was sent out of the "operating room" by Fang Ziye.

When Liu Haojiang asked the attending physician, Nie Duo, to come down from the operating room to receive the patient, Nie Duo was completely dumbfounded.

After completing this surgery, Fang Ziye called his teacher Deng Yong to ask when he could come to perform the second surgery for the bone defect.

Since the phone call couldn't get through, Fang Ziye could only send Deng Yong a text message.

At 11 o'clock, Fang Ziye still hadn't received a reply, but the patient's general anesthesia was ready, so Fang Ziye had no choice but to bring Nie Mingxian back on stage.

Liu Haojiang started calling his teacher, Chen Fang, next to the timer panel in the operating room to report the situation.

With the speakerphone on, Chen Fang's voice amplified: "Haojiang, what's wrong?"

"Master, the destructive surgery is finished, and they've already started the second one?"

"The second surgery is about to begin," Liu Haojiang replied calmly, his voice not loud.

But the sound was like a thunderclap, causing a flurry of frantic clattering sounds to come from the other end of the phone.

"Clang!" The heavy sound of something falling to the ground rang out.

Liu Huanglong immediately chimed in, "Are you alright, Professor Chen? You can't stub out a cigarette on your arm like that."

After a hissing sound, the sound of running water came from the other end of the phone.

Professionals would know that Chen Fang must have gone to rinse off the water...

"Master?" Liu Haojiang asked.

"Your master just got burned by accident. What did you just say?"

"The surgery is over? What surgery is over? It's only a little past ten o'clock. The surgery was supposed to end at two or three o'clock. You're telling me it's over?" Liu Huanglong's voice was slightly eunuch-like, very soft but loud.

"Yes, Professor Liu!"

I called you before the procedure and again during the surgery, but you didn't answer.

"So... Brother Ye asked me to call you again to let you know."

"Professor Deng isn't here, and we can't get through on the phone. He and Dr. Nie are about to start their show again..." Liu Haojiang said.

After Liu Haojiang finished speaking, only the sound of running water came through the phone, as if it had stopped, or perhaps time had been paused.

Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian listened as they continued disinfecting.

After a full half minute, Liu Huanglong said, "If it's done, it's done. We'll come down early for the second-stage surgery."

"How many beds are there for this patient?"

"Bed 35!" Liu Haojiang remembered it precisely.

"Okay, Chen Fang and I will go over and take a look later. You guys continue with the surgery." Liu Huanglong's tone changed again.

The call was hung up.

Ten minutes later, Fang Ziye had absolute control over the surgery.

Nie Mingxian had no "drastic measures" for surgical treatment of this type of bone defect. Without having specifically researched it, he really didn't know how to handle it.

When he encountered such a problem during the procedure, he could only postpone the surgery and wait for the second phase.

The basic principle for advancing surgery is to perform a primary surgery to preserve the affected limb, with functional reconstruction only to be carried out in the second stage.

Prioritize stability and precision over quantity.

A short while later, the pneumatic sensor door to the operating room was opened again, and then Liu Huanglong and Chen Fang finally arrived.

After entering the operating room, Liu Huanglong realized that the patient on the operating table was not a patient with serious injuries. His short eyebrows furrowed and his small eyes darkened: "Ziye, is it really done?"

Fang Ziye looked up during a break in the surgery and said, "Yes, that's right, Teacher Liu."

"The surgery was performed well. If the recovery is expected to be good, a second stage of functional reconstruction may not be necessary."

Fang Ziye calmly and methodically dropped a bombshell into Liu Huanglong's heart. The surging emotions crashed against Liu Huanglong's heart, causing it to tremble and nearly kill him on the spot.

After clearly hearing a few smacking sounds, Liu Huanglong's voice shrilled again: "What the hell?"

"You also had a nerve transplant?"

Hearing Fang Ziye's words seemed to make things even worse for Liu Huanglong's already impoverished family.

Liu Huanglong's "kingly way" in the department is functional reconstruction, or more specifically, in the area of ​​neurological treatment, he is the most authoritative expert in the province.

Even so, Liu Huanglong did not dare to recommend that patients with severe injuries undergo functional reconstruction surgery in the first stage, but Fang Ziye had already broken through this surgical technique.

This shows that Fang Ziye has enough confidence!
"Yes, Professor Liu."

"Ziye's skills are very good. He must have made some new breakthroughs and taken another step forward in refining his skills."

"It's just that in our collective view, Ziye is right in front of us. There's no difference between taking one hundred steps and taking one hundred and one steps ahead." Nie Mingxian had started preparing himself mentally earlier than Liu Huanglong, and his voice was quite steady at this moment.

Liu Huanglong: "..."

Chen Fang thought to herself: "Professor Han Yuanxiao's breakdown is well-deserved. What is all this? Just like the old professors say, he's improving step by step, changing every day. This is true in the practice room, in the department, and now, even when he's working on clinical research..."

……

Noon, 12:37.

After seeing Nie Mingxian and the others off outside the operating room, Fang Ziye said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Brother Xian, we can't have lunch together today. I have to go out to eat with my girlfriend."

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian, who was originally planning to go to the department, was spurred on by Fang Ziye and actually went downstairs instead.

Seeing Nie Mingxian's retreating figure, Fang Ziye rushed forward a few steps and advised, "Brother Xian, don't be impulsive."

"Take things slowly with Sister Liu."

Nie Mingxian tilted his head and pressed the elevator button to go downstairs: "Do you know where I'm going?"

"You should know." Fang Ziye nodded with a smile.

Nie Mingxian remained silent for a moment, then, seeing Luo Tingzhu emerge from the operating room corridor, he smiled and said, "Take care of yourself first, Ziye, I'm leaving..."

Nie Mingxian entered the elevator.

Luo Tingzhu approached quietly. Today, she was wearing a pair of white high-heeled sandals, paired with a floral long dress that reached her ankles.

As Fang Ziye approached stealthily, from the perspective of a highly professional orthopedic surgeon, Luo Tingzhu's stride rhythm was affected, though it was difficult for the average person to notice.

"Let's go, Tingzhu, what would you like to eat?" Fang Ziye smiled and walked over to take her hand.

Luo Tingzhu pursed her lips without refusing, but simply turned her light purple snack bag around and carried it behind her back.

"Senior brother, are you doing this on purpose? How dare you perform this surgery so quickly?" Luo Tingzhu's voice was very soft, so soft that Fang Ziye couldn't hear the gentle tone in it.

"She is in good condition, and the quality of the surgery is very high; the feel of the procedure is also good."

"Surgery speed is not a crime; surgical quality is fundamental. If the surgical quality is up to standard, speed is irrelevant," Fang Ziye explained from another perspective.

Fang Ziye then checked the time on his phone and said, "It's a pity it's July now, otherwise, it would be quite nice to take a walk along the riverbank or East Lake at this time."

"The weather outside is so bad that we should just go indoors."

"How about we go buy some more things?"

“I suddenly realized that I’m missing a lot of things,” Fang Ziye suggested.

Yesterday he bought it for Luo Tingzhu, and today he suggested buying it for himself.

Luo Tingzhu rolled her eyes at Fang Ziye and sniffed, "Senior brother, how about we go another day? I can't afford to walk."

Fang Ziye was stunned for a moment, touched his nose and stopped talking.

He didn't even realize the bad things he had done. Inviting Luo Tingzhu to go shopping today was probably an idea only someone like him, who has no "special talent" in matters of the heart, could come up with.

……

Two hours later, the two ordered takeout at home, and then sat on the bed cuddling to watch a movie on the projector. It was then that Fang Ziye realized that, in the middle of summer...

Being sticky and gooey at home is quite nice.

It's too hot outside, but it's cool at home.

Add an iced watermelon, and it's simply divine.

Just as Fang Ziye scooped up a ladleful and was about to start eating, Deng Yong called: "Ziye, I heard from Liu Huanglong that you also had surgery for your bone defect?"

"Didn't Chen Fang ask you if you knew how to do it, and you said you didn't?"

Deng Yong's tone was a bit unpleasant.

The problem isn't that he's fierce, but that he's disappointed.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye fed Luo Tingzhu the watermelon in the spoon. Luo Tingzhu leaned nervously against Fang Ziye, took a small bite, chewed slowly, and gradually became less nervous.

Fang Ziye then said, "Master, I hope you can come back more often."

"The surgery ended early today, and the operating room couldn't be left empty to wait until the afternoon. I remembered your teachings, Master, so I did it."

"I've done simple bone defect repairs before, so the principles should be similar..."

Deng Yong hung up the phone before Fang Ziye could finish speaking.

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu exchanged a glance. Luo Tingzhu then stood up and said, "If Teacher Deng knew that you finished the surgery so quickly just to have lunch with me, I would definitely be considered a little fox."

Fang Ziye suddenly realized that Luo Tingzhu had only opened her heart after having intimate contact with him, and this was the real her.

In the past, Luo Tingzhu was mostly aloof, and there were many things she knew but could only pretend not to know.

"You were always like that, weren't you..."

As Fang Ziye was speaking, he was hit with a pillow.

……

On the other side, Deng Yong stood at the door of the hand surgery ward, his face contorted in a bitter expression: "Liu Huanglong, you've already messed up in the department?"

"You didn't even leave the operating room? The surgery was over already?"

"Yes?"

Liu Huanglong seemed to have found a kindred spirit before saying, "Professor Deng, I've realized that when you were here before, you were at least able to keep Ziye in check."

"Now, every time you go to the hand surgery department, Sun Wukong starts causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace."

"I estimate that, apart from Yuan Weihong, no one can subdue him."

"I haven't even figured it out yet, and he's already jumping straight into limb-sparing surgery and functional reconstruction for severe injuries—this is the ninth item on our agenda!"

"Who could have imagined that Ziye would grow up so quickly?"

Liu Huanglong's voice is so awful it's almost painful to listen to.

He and Chen Fang kept saying in the office, "No rush, no rush. As for the damage, I know it will basically take five or six hours..."

As a result, the car flipped 720 degrees and went straight from the mountaintop into the ditch. Liu Huanglong was still asleep. In addition to this small team member, Deng Yong was also added.

Deng Yong immediately hung up the phone and went to catch up on sleep...

(End of this chapter)