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Chapter 508: The program airs, and the holiday is anything but peaceful (Please subscribe)
After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye returned to the demonstration classroom.

Seeing Fang Ziye's beaming face, some of the bolder interns started to tease him: "Teacher Fang, is that your girlfriend on the phone?"

"Now that you're the chief resident, does your wife still need to check up on you?"

Fang Ziye graduated from university only five years ago, but looking back at this group of 22- or 23-year-old senior interns, they are much bolder than he was back then.

When Fang Ziye was interning, he would never dare to joke with his supervising teacher.

The post-00 generation may have a significantly different range of experiences and worldview compared to the post-90s generation.

Fang Ziye pointed at the boldest person and said, "Come on, you know a lot, so you can go first. What did you see in this case, and what questions do you not understand?"

"Don't move, I'm talking to you. I think you have a good eye for observation. Go ahead and say it. I've given you a chance to speak, so why aren't you saying anything now?" Fang Ziye pointed at the bolder boy.

The other person was still very young and innocent, having never experienced the harsh realities of clinical treatment.

After being grabbed by Fang Ziye, he wasn't very timid. He just lowered his voice by eight octaves and, in a very serious manner, repeated the fracture case that Fang Ziye had analyzed for them based on his own understanding.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye nodded, having gained a general understanding of the depth of these interns' theoretical knowledge of orthopedics.

Their knowledge base is limited to that of an orthopedic enthusiast. If they were to pursue orthopedics as a career, they could quickly reach the level of a master's degree by studying more specialized books.

But now, their ambitions are still undecided, and their understanding of orthopedics is limited to the orthopedics section of the ninth edition of Surgery.

Fang Ziye then said, "Well said!"

"Although the orthopedics section of the ninth edition of Surgery is relatively concise, the theories and definitions presented in it basically cover all the important content of our orthopedics."

"If I remember correctly, when you enter the orthopedics section, there is a general outline, which is the fracture section. The first sentence is a definition of fractures."

"Excuse me, could you help us review? What is a fracture?" Fang Ziye continued to patiently guide us.

This content is very basic, but that's all Fang Ziye can tell them. Otherwise, talking to them about fracture classification or treatment methods for a certain type of fracture would be nonsense.

Now, Fang Ziye is not going to teach them specialized orthopedic content, but rather to use case studies to help them understand the general situation of fractures. If he can entice one or two people to become interested in orthopedics, that would be the best outcome.

There are some truly outstanding geniuses in the medical school of Seoul University.

For example, there is a senior sister named Chen Shuo who is older than Fang Ziye. She is only one character different from Chen Guo, but their achievements are quite different.

Chen Guo is indeed very outstanding, belonging to the 'genius' level in the entire general surgery department.

But as the saying goes, the gap between geniuses can be despairing!
Chen Shuo, with a background in pharmacy, was only two years older than Fang Ziye.

However, after graduating with his bachelor's degree, Chen Shuo went to the Chinese Academy of Sciences to pursue a doctoral degree. At the young age of 28, he became a doctoral supervisor and researcher!
To date, she has published two papers in the top international academic journal Nature, and has also published important papers in authoritative international journals such as Nature Communications and Cell Discovery.

After all, Nature is a highly prestigious journal, and being able to submit a paper to it is a great honor for any researcher.

The depth of her resume is unmatched, not to mention that Chen Guo can't compare to her, even Fang Ziye is slightly inferior in this regard.

Of course, this gap refers to achievements in the purely academic field, not professional achievements!

This teaching session lasted for nearly two and a half hours.

Fang Ziye started with the case studies and returned to the textbook, giving everyone the opportunity and time to raise their questions, and also providing them with a place to discuss.

After bombarding everyone with professional knowledge, Fang Ziye pulled them out again: "The content we've discussed so far, if we take a few more steps forward, will lead to the very specialized content of orthopedics."

"It will be more attractive, or it may be more boring."

"Of course, if you students pursue other majors in the future, there is no need to know so much about it."

"If any students are interested in the professional content of orthopedics, they can discuss it with me privately. I would be happy to answer any questions you may have."

Fang Ziye looked at everyone, his mindset gradually calming down: "Learning is like this; it should be guided by interest. Only when you are truly interested can you learn effectively and conduct in-depth research."

"Of course, I believe that all of you students are more qualified than your teacher, Mr. Fang. After all, those who can get into Han City University must have much better learning abilities than me."

"I won't force you to learn any theoretical knowledge or concepts. I just hope that today's case analysis can help you in the slightest, or contribute to your growth in the smallest way. I would be very happy if that were the case."

"It's okay if it doesn't help. Learning is a long-term process, and learning methods are also varied. You will all find your own unique learning methods and the most suitable learning anchors."

However, after Fang Ziye finished speaking, the boldest student spoke up again:

"Teacher Fang, you're being too modest."

"You may not know this, but when we were taking large classes in surgery, many teachers specifically put your photo in their PowerPoint presentations as an example of an outstanding senior student."

"Let me think about it, it appeared at least five or six times!"

Fang Ziye was taken aback: "Huh? Is that so? None of my classmates told me about this before?"

"Who is there?"

"Professor Qian Zhong from general surgery, Professor Wu Yong from general surgery, Professor Wang from urology, and Professor Du Xinzhan from orthopedics have all mentioned you!"

The bolder student rubbed his nose and said, "So, Teacher Fang, your attempt at modesty and empty promises this time was unsuccessful."

"If an average person wants to compete with you in terms of talent, then forget it..."

After this student finished speaking, another boy of medium height twirled the pen in his right hand and asked curiously in a low voice, "Professor Fang, which is better, your academics or your professional skills?"

"To be honest, I still can't tell them apart."

"Because some people say you have exceptional academic talent, and others say your professional talent is among the best in the world."

"I have also read your articles, but I haven't had the chance to see you demonstrate them."

After saying that, the boy paused in his hand and added, "Maybe I just don't understand it. After all, I've been in surgery before."

"I recently saw a very popular joke online, where someone asked if Cao Zhi could get into Kyoto University and Tsinghua University if he traveled to the modern era and wrote a poem called 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River'."

"The following reply was very sincere: 'With your current level, your vision is still narrow. Reading "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River" is like a frog at the bottom of a well seeing the bright moon. When you are lucky enough to write "The Death of Red Hare" someday, seeing me will be like a mayfly seeing the blue sky.'"

"Some people say that if you think the Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River is nothing special and choose literature as your major, you will only realize the vast difference between you and Cao Zhi after you graduate with a doctorate or become a professor."

Fang Ziye's facial features were almost scrunched up from smiling.

As the saying goes, flattery will get you everywhere.

This unconventional form of flattery, which both quoted classical texts and applied them in a practical way, made Fang Ziye quite pleased.

He waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I dare not accept such praise. How can my current professional skills and academic level be compared with Cao Zhi's literary achievements?"

"It's still a long way off."

After Fang Ziye finished replying, he carefully added, "Whether it's academic level or professional strength, it doesn't really matter who is better or worse. What matters is that these two things can actually be used to do something meaningful."

"For example, the research we conduct can truly benefit patients. For instance, our department's current clinical research projects include functional reconstruction surgery and standardized treatment of traumatic injuries."

"This is a perfect combination of academic knowledge and professional expertise, and it truly solves the problems that patients are currently facing!~"

A girl with freckles all over her face from reading interjected, "Teacher Fang, is this one of the reasons why you receive so many banners of appreciation?"

"Is it true that one must combine clinical practice with scientific research to become a good doctor?"

The girl's questions were rather pointed and lacked sophistication.

But these undergraduates are still young and haven't had much experience, so Fang Ziye continued to shake his head: "Your question is a bit off."

"To be a good doctor, it's enough to do well in clinical practice, genuinely care about patients, solve their problems, and be both virtuous and skilled. That's what makes a good doctor."

"But if you want to become a relatively better doctor, you can only keep learning."

"Learning is boundless, but our understanding of certain diseases is relatively limited. In the future, you will one day suddenly find that you want to learn but have nowhere to learn, and then you can only look inward for answers."

"Only by relying on yourself can you become less ignorant."

"Because one day, there will be something you need to learn that no one in the world can master or explain clearly. At that time, you will want to explain it clearly."

"This is what scientific research and academia are all about. It's not as lofty as some people think. It's just that, under certain conditions, your understanding forces you to take the path of scientific research..."

After Fang Ziye finished answering, another student asked, "Professor Fang, which do you think is better, modern medicine or traditional medicine?"

This makes the issue even more sensitive.

However, these people are all undergraduates, ignorant but with a strong thirst for knowledge, and they dare to ask about almost anything.

Fang Ziye replied, "There's no need to compare them. They're both good. They've both learned well and are both excellent."

"I know a very skilled traditional Chinese medicine doctor who can solve problems that seem unbelievable to ordinary people..."

Let's leave this topic here for now...

Fang Ziye then dismissed the group of students from class.

However, just after everyone dispersed, Fang Ziye noticed that the medium-sized boy who had spoken earlier was running up to him with a schoolbag on his back.

"Professor Fang, are you available now? If not, I'll come to see you again tonight. You're the chief resident now anyway."

The boy had a short buzz cut, a low nose bridge, a high forehead, and a hairline that looked somewhat similar to his teacher, Yuan Weihong.

However, he was quite handsome overall. His features weren't particularly striking, but they were decent enough that he wasn't ugly at all.

He was about 1.78 meters tall, slightly shorter than Fang Ziye. He dressed casually, with his summer outfit costing around 1,000 yuan. His family was quite well-off.

"Teacher Fang, my name is Hu Qingyuan. Hu is the 'Gu Yue Hu,' Qing is the color 'qing,' and Yuan is the 'yuan' in 'one yuan.'" Hu Qingyuan introduced himself.

Fang Ziye had a deep memory of him because Hu Qingyuan had said that he had read his articles and should have inquired about him.

"I'm not busy right now. Is there something you need?" Fang Ziye asked, putting his teaching notebook into his pocket and hanging a black ballpoint pen around his neck.

These teaching records are to be transcribed into the internship supervision ward round records, at least once a week, and are recorded by the chief resident.

The Clinical College's Academic Affairs Office conducts a monthly check. If any omissions are found, and the reason for not conducting teaching discussions or ward rounds is not due to undergraduate students giving up on their own, then the check will be taken into account.

The associate professors in that department are in trouble; when they try to get promoted, their teaching may be deemed inadequate.

In teaching hospitals, if someone is deemed incapable of teaching, they can forget about getting a teaching title.

Hu Qingyuan looked slightly shy upon hearing this, pressing his thumbs under the straps of his backpack. After blinking his rather large eyes, he asked, "Teacher Fang?"

"I'd like to apply for your master's program, is that alright?"

"Professor Fang, what are your requirements for your students?"

After saying that, Hu Qingyuan added, "I was recommended for postgraduate studies, and I even participated in the early re-examination of Ruijin Hospital affiliated to Shanghai Jiaotong University."

"It was approved in the end, but I am a local of Han City. If I choose a job in the future, I will try to choose one in Han City."

"If you think I'm capable, I'll reject the teachers there to avoid wasting their spots."

Those who are recommended for postgraduate studies are considered "aristocratic" privileged students; the orthopedics department cannot refuse them, only the professor can!

The term "exam taker" contrasts sharply with the powerful title of "elite" who are guaranteed admission to graduate programs.

Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes: "Why did you think of applying for my master's program? There are many excellent professors and doctoral supervisors in our orthopedics department."

Fang Ziye is young and inexperienced.

When I look for a job in the future, there won't be many places that can help me.

Most students would choose renowned professors like Du Xinzhan and Deng Yong as their first choice.

Given Hu Qingyuan's excellent qualifications, choosing Fang Ziye as his mentor seems like an unwise choice to many.

Hu Qingyuan said, "Professor Fang, I have carefully read your article, and I have also read the articles of many other teachers. In comparison, I am probably more interested in the field of orthopedics."

"For example, Xie Xiao, a teacher in internal medicine, and Liang Quyuan, a teacher in the ICU."

Fang Ziye didn't think much of the first half of the story, but when he heard the last sentence, he became curious: "You even specifically asked Xie Xiao from the Rheumatology and Immunology Department and Liang Quyuan from the ICU to read their articles?"

"How do you know so much?"

Hu Qingyuan actually knew all the core members of the young academic lecturer team.

“Professor Fang, I was very close to my undergraduate advisor during my undergraduate studies. Our undergraduate advisors were also one-on-one, and it was my undergraduate advisor who recommended several of you professors to me.”

"Of all the candidates, you are the one I most strongly recommend," Hu Qingyuan said earnestly.

Undergraduate advisor?
Long-lost memories flooded back. Fang Ziye had undergraduate tutors before, but they were one against fifteen students, so he just randomly pulled in someone to fill in.

Is the undergraduate advisor system still one-on-one at Seoul National University?
“That’s not right. The person who can be an undergraduate advisor is also a master’s advisor. Why don’t you go to graduate school with him?” Fang Ziye said, his hands behind his back.

Upon hearing this, Hu Qingyuan frowned and cautiously replied, "Professor Fang, undergraduate advisors are assigned randomly. My advisor is an attending physician in the Department of Gastroenterology, and I personally have no interest in internal medicine."

"Therefore, although my teacher and I have already collaborated on two articles, Professor Xin did not require me to pursue her master's degree."

"Professor Fang, as you know, an undergraduate advisor is a guide, and we can't be picky or anything, right?"

That's true!

You're an undergraduate student, and the Clinical Medicine Department has assigned you an undergraduate mentor to guide you in research. You still dare to say you don't want this mentor? You're not interested in this department?

Even if Hu Qingyuan's grades were good enough for postgraduate admission, he wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous. Fang Ziye found it somewhat amusing to hear that Hu Qingyuan had subtly hinted at the existence of two articles.

However, Fang Ziye did not look down on the other party; Fang Ziye himself had not published any papers during his undergraduate studies.

"Hmm, Qingyuan, what do you think you're good at?"

"It can be within the scope of your major, or it can be unrelated to your major," Fang Ziye asked.
"Can people who are not in the field also speak?"

"Teacher Fang, I'm really good at playing games! I'm currently at the highest rank, Challenger!~"

"I also do live streams occasionally..."

Fang Ziye: "..."

Holy crap, is this kid really that honest? So he's still young, still so naive!

Your skill at gaming and your live streaming are both negative factors for the mentors when choosing you.

What, next time I ask you to do something, you tell me, "Master, wait a minute, I need to go live to earn money today," and I...

Fang Ziye gave a thumbs up: "That's great. A top-tier player could make a lot of money streaming. LoL is still quite popular right now, so you'll have a backup plan if you change careers in the future."

"But I'm curious, you're so good at video games, are you also this good at exams?"

"For postgraduate admission, is a ranking in the top 20% or the top 15% necessary?"

“Our class is in the top 10%,” Hu Qingyuan said.

"Actually, playing games and studying don't affect each other. I can play games during class and study again during the month of review. There's a whole month of review time," Hu Qingyuan said with a shy smile.

However, Hu Qingyuan quickly realized that the topic of conversation had gone a little off track: "Teacher Fang, but I've realized that since we're all getting older, we should focus on our studies and only play around occasionally in the future."

Fang Ziye stretched and said, "Hu Qingyuan, what you're saying puts a lot of pressure on me."

"Logically, with such excellent grades, I have no reason not to welcome you. However, I think you can continue to reconsider!"

"How about this? You students who are recommended for graduate school have special privileges, which means you can do repeated internships. You can work with me for a while, and we can get to know each other better together."

"If you're still interested later, we'll sign a contract and that's settled!"

Fang Ziye Dao.

Actually, Fang Ziye didn't care much about the master's degree quota.

Most students are currently focused on preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination, and those aiming for guaranteed admission to graduate school can't find Fang Ziye here.

"Teacher Fang, yes, yes."

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity."

"I'll come and join you tomorrow morning—no, I mean, after I go back, take a shower, change my clothes, and pack my things, I'll come right away," Hu Qingyuan said very thoughtfully.

No one is talking about tomorrow anymore.

"Aren't you going to broadcast today?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Teacher Fang, live streaming games is just a hobby, a way to relax, not my main job."

"See you later, Teacher Fang." Hu Qingyuan said and hurriedly ran out, as if afraid that Fang Ziye would change his mind.

Fang Ziye watched Hu Qingyuan's retreating figure, lost in thought.

A student aiming for a guaranteed postgraduate admission ended up getting himself caught up in the process. Won't the other professors have something to say about that?
Regardless of whether others have opinions, I can have two research assistants now, which is a privilege that most associate professors don't have, and I don't see anyone disliking me.

If someone truly dislikes you, it's pure jealousy. No matter how low-key you are, you might still be criticized.

After Fang Ziye entered the chief inpatient office, he started ordering takeout.

However, as soon as I opened the food delivery app, my phone was interrupted by a call from Professor Gu Yuandong.

Hanging up directly would be impolite, so Fang Ziye chose to answer the call.

"Ziye, can we stop playing now?"

"Your documentary is about to air, what are you still worried about?"

"This time I'm serious. I'd like to ask you, what step is still missing in this improvement?" Gu Yuandong's tone was unusually low-key this time.

It was as if the arrogant old man who had roared at Fang Ziye half a month ago had disappeared, as if his edges had been smoothed out.

Fang Ziye pondered for a while before saying, "Professor Gu, since you've said the documentary will be broadcast soon, let's wait patiently, shall we?"

"Once we have registered the patents and other documents, we will begin preparing for academic discussions related to teaching."

"You?" Gu Yuandong's old voice trembled.

There was nothing more to say. The instruction that Fang Ziye must keep secret was one that Fang Ziye himself had repeatedly told him, even spitting on Fang Ziye's face.

Now that Fang Ziye has become a good student, what else can he say?

“Ziye, we don’t need to be so rigid. We should be flexible and adaptable.”

Gu Yuandong was still very curious about how Fang Ziye made this magical artifact.

This is a miracle tool in hand surgery. If he can't replicate it in his lifetime, he won't find peace even in death.

And the sooner the better, he doesn't want to wait until Fang Ziye promotes it nationwide before he can use it!

"Professor Gu, how about this? If you're really curious, you can contact Professor Liu in our department. He'll be starting a Phase I clinical trial next month."

"This miniature circulatory device will also be used in clinical practice as soon as possible."

"I'm no longer involved in follow-up clinical trials!" Fang Ziye remained very cautious, believing this was the best solution.

"Alright..." Gu Yuandong knew he had dug a hole for himself, and Fang Ziye wouldn't reveal any more information to him, so he simply stopped making things difficult for Fang Ziye.

"Then send me Professor Liu's phone number," Gu Yuandong said.

In Gu Yuandong's eyes, Liu Huanglong was no different from the other professors, so he never took the initiative to add Liu Huanglong's phone number that time.

Fang Ziye did as instructed!

However, after ordering takeout, Fang Ziye realized that he hadn't proactively added Hu Qingyuan's contact information, nor had Hu Qingyuan said he would add him.

Fortunately, Fang Ziye was in charge of teaching, and every time a new intern joined the department, they would fill out a contact form with their phone number on it.

Fang Ziye made a phone call and, after confirming that Hu Qingyuan wanted "anything," ordered three servings of grilled meat rice.

Then send a message to Luo Tingzhu!

After seeing Fang Ziye's message, Luo Tingzhu replied, "Senior brother, I just came out of the lab. Your documentary has already been broadcast for the first time."

"I just saw it online; there aren't many reviews yet, but they're all positive!~"

"Has it aired?" Fang Ziye was taken aback when he heard this.

No wonder Gu Yuandong called himself twice today; it turns out he had already admitted defeat.

"Yes, senior brother!"

"Wait a minute, Teacher Deng is calling me." Fang Ziye replied to a message before answering Deng Yong's call.

“Master! I’m in the department,” Fang Ziye replied directly.

"Ziye, did you see the program?" Deng Yong asked.

“Master, I was just teaching an undergraduate class and didn’t pay attention to these things, but Zhu told me that she had already seen the program broadcast.”

"I also checked the comments. I guess the impact isn't particularly big!" Fang Ziye said.

Deng Yong said, "Not big? Who told you that?"

"I've already received several calls, all asking about the authenticity of the circulation device in the program."

"However, they weren't watching passively; their videos were being edited and shared on public accounts and short video platforms."

"I suspect that Lan Tianlu intercepted these things; otherwise, no one would do such a thing now."

"Longtai's technology channel doesn't get a lot of viewers."

"Tianlu intercepted it? That's not necessarily true. Tianlu has been with me these past few days." Fang Ziye defended Lan Tianlu upon hearing this.

"He's going on a trip during the National Day holiday, so he probably wouldn't do something like that. Maybe it's some other online blogger or something?"

"After all, the patients and their families in our department may be hidden talents, and they are basically all somewhat wealthy."

Those who can now be admitted to the trauma surgery department are either very rich or very powerful.

Even if Fang Ziye is unwilling to admit this fact, he has to admit that the power of RMB is great.

Even Fang Ziye and Liu Huanglong didn't know how others had operated the system; they only suspected that the registration system had been locked.

However, this system belongs to the hospital, and the departments are powerless to change it.

Liu Huanglong didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble, so he simply pretended that nothing had happened.

"Tianluo still wants to go out and play?" Deng Yong asked instinctively.

Lan Tianluo is a professional master's student who has been incorporated into the standardized training program, and he still wants to go on vacation during the National Day holiday?
However, considering that Lan Tianluo is a special talent, Deng Yong didn't say it directly; "Anyway, I think I can forget about having any fun this holiday."

"I've received three or four formal academic invitations alone, and six private academic meetings so far."

"I don't understand these things, but I'm probably going to be on the phone non-stop..."

"Ziye, you've given me another big problem," Deng Yong said reproachfully, but he was actually quite amused.

What's the reason for so many phone calls?
The Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital is rapidly gaining fame, its foundation is constantly being strengthened, its strength is leaping forward, and it is receiving increasing recognition from its peers!

It's even possible that next year, the Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital could directly rank among the top 20 in the country in terms of comprehensive strength in trauma surgery.

This is a huge leap forward.

The top twenty are all well-established and prestigious hospitals!

“Master, then you’ll have to work hard. And there might be more trouble like this later.”

"After all, this is a documentary program from the Longtai Science and Education Channel. In the future, we will also participate in academic conferences, and we will share more topics with our colleagues across the country."

“Master, there is one more thing I need to report to you…” Fang Ziye then recounted Hu Qingyuan’s matter.

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong said, "I thought it was something serious. It's just a student who was recommended for postgraduate studies. Dean Wang has already taken over your research assistant position."

"Who dares to act rashly?"

"Besides, if anyone has any objections, isn't there still your master here?"

"No ordinary person would curse your master, as long as that student is willing, it's a matter of mutual consent."

"Don't even bother with other people."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye was delighted and said, "Master, then I'll observe for a while first."

"Um……"

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong offered further guidance: "Ziye, you need to be careful. The accumulation of knowledge for undergraduates is different from that of graduate students. What you need to look at is their potential, not their professional knowledge or skills."

"On the contrary, the deeper one's skill in this area, the greater the likelihood that one has prepared in advance, while one's aptitude is generally average."

“Okay, thank you, Master!” Fang Ziye said.

"Alright, that's enough, the phone's ringing again."

"I was even thinking of calling the police, I'm being harassed..."

"Hahaha."

"Hehehe." Deng Yong let out a strange laugh.

Fang Ziye could easily guess that Deng Yong was grinning from ear to ear, with the mole on his chin twitching, probably sitting with his hands on his hips or legs crossed, looking old-fashioned.

With a cigarette dangling from his lips and a cup of tea in hand, he chatted with many friends across the country over the phone, discussing current events and history!
Of course, these are not Fang Ziye's responsibilities; he is the chief resident!
Fang Ziye kept in mind the admonitions of Professors Gu Yuandong and Qiu Zhenghua.

Besides, the documentary has already been released, and in a while, the provincial TV station and the hospital will also be airing special interview programs.

This time, the main characters are only Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian; Deng Yong is just a bystander who benefits from it!
Doing practical and genuine work is the fundamental thing.

As soon as Fang Ziye hung up the phone, sure enough, he was harassed by a call from an unknown number.

Upon answering, the caller introduced himself: "Hello Dr. Fang, this is Zhong Junyu from Peking Union Medical College Hospital. I was wondering if this is a convenient time for you, Dr. Fang..."

(End of this chapter)