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Chapter 510 The Uninvited Guest! (Please Subscribe)

"Who told you all this? Or is it your own understanding and conclusion?"

Good heavens, Fang Ziye thought he only had to deal with one junior brother named Ning Zhengyang, but he didn't expect that he would have to deal with an intern named Hu Qingyuan first!
Interns with this mindset are usually arrogant and have a very good foundation. If you can't show enough charm to win over the other person, they won't pay any attention to you.

It is easy to get money, but it is hard to find a general.

You think you can just eat a few more years' worth of food and get ahead of him and then expect him to obediently become your student? Dream on.

"Some of it is what the teacher said, and some of it is my personal understanding."

Hu Qingyuan continued, "Professor Fang, the reason I like orthopedics is not just because it is a branch of surgery. As a male, I simply prefer the surgical profession."

"Moreover, it is a second life, besides life and death!"

"A second life?" Fang Ziye interjected.

Hu Qingyuan sat calmly with his hands clasped in front of his chest, occasionally blinking to steady his emotions, his voice steady: "Yes, I myself interpreted it as a second life."

"Our essential life is simply living, and our second life is movement! A life without movement is devoid of experience and can even be said to be meaningless!"

Hu Qingyuan continued to explain: "Admittedly, my understanding is rather extreme."

"However, our orthopedics department is precisely the kind of department that saves a second life."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye continued, "That's interesting."

"Those are thoracic surgery and cardiac surgery, both of which are top priorities for saving lives. Why didn't you choose those?"

According to Hu Qingyuan's understanding, wouldn't it be better to directly save people's lives?

Hu Qingyuan finally revealed his understanding of the "trump card":
"Teacher Fang, the continuation of a first life without a second is a tragedy, a torment, and a pain!"

Fang Ziye felt a slight headache after hearing this.

In the end, Fang Ziye still put on the airs of a teacher: "Come on, tell me your story. Someone who can say such things shouldn't say they haven't had any past experiences."

In neurosurgery, many people are saved, but some don't survive.

Many industry professionals have discussed whether the vegetative state of patients is meaningful or necessary. For the patients themselves, has their spiritual life already come to an end?
For the patient's family, is living like this actually leading them into an abyss?

For an undergraduate student to have such in-depth knowledge, he must be quite remarkable!
Hu Qingyuan touched his high forehead and smiled, revealing his teeth: "Teacher Fang, I am relatively lucky. My family members are all healthy, and none of my close relatives have had similar experiences."

"However, I once had a classmate whose father suffered the same misfortune."

“He had pretty good grades, but he dropped out of school because of it. I ran into him when I went home last year. He’s now working as a food delivery driver in Wuhan. It’s quite sad.”

"If he could attend university normally, he could at least get into Han City University."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye asked, "What about his mother? Would his mother agree to this?"

“My classmate’s mother passed away a long time ago…” Hu Qingyuan replied.

……

October 1st, the first day of the National Day holiday.

The sunlight outside the window was intense, streaming directly down and illuminating the balcony of the trauma surgery ward's general office.

The sweltering heat outside the window clashed with the cool air from the central air conditioning inside, causing the leaves of the pothos plant on the windowsill to sway—a stark contrast of hot and cold.

Hu Qingyuan entered by pushing open the door, carrying two thick white textbooks in his hands: Shangshu Campbell's Orthopaedics, Volume 1 and Volume 5 (14th edition).

"Teacher Fang, do you think these two textbooks are suitable?" Hu Qingyuan placed them on the table and carefully spread out the notebook and the two books one by one.

Volume One is General Orthopedics, Joint Surgery, and Amputation, while Volume Five is Trauma Orthopedics.

Fang Ziye clicked his tongue in amazement as he looked at it: "You got the two textbooks I recommended to you yesterday this morning? You're quite capable!"

"You were prepared all along?"

Hu Qingyuan shook his head: "Teacher Fang, I bought a pirated copy from Xianyu. They deliver it to my door in the city. I placed the order last night, and it was delivered this morning."

"The genuine ones are too expensive, I can't afford them!"

A genuine Campbell set, regardless of the channel, costs at least two or three thousand yuan, and possibly even more.

“It’s okay, pirated copies are the same. As long as you learn the knowledge inside, you can buy another set when you have money.” Fang Ziye didn’t mention that he was the kind of person who got on the train first and bought the ticket later.

How could an ordinary medical student possibly afford so many genuine medical books?
"Me!" Fang Ziye was about to speak when his private phone rang.

"Take a look around for now. I'll take you to the emergency department later to do a few simple procedures. We'll practice the basics first, so you can get a feel for the basic orthopedic ailments we handle," Fang Ziye explained as he walked to the window, facing the heat outside.

"Hello? Hello!" Fang Ziye greeted him politely first.

"Is this Dr. Fang from Zhongnan Hospital? Hello, hello." A very magnetic and charming middle-aged male voice entered Fang Ziye's ear through the microphone, the vibration of the voice slightly tickling his ears.

This timbre is truly the best Fang Ziye has ever heard; it ranks among the top timbres.

"I am Zou Yu, Zou as in Zou Ji and Yu as in Zhou Yu. I am from Jishuitan and also your colleague, Dr. Fang." The other person introduced himself over the phone.

Jishuitan Hospital, a renowned orthopedic hospital and one of the holy lands of orthopedics in China, is even more prestigious than Tongji Hospital. It is undoubtedly the "king of orthopedics" in the country.

"Hello, Professor Zou, I'm Fang Ziye from Zhongnan Hospital." Fang Ziye didn't go into detail about his self-introduction. He knew that since the other person had found his phone number and was calling, they must know his full name.

At the same time, Fang Ziye also turned on the loudspeaker.

On the other side, Hu Qingyuan entered the name into the Baidu search box with great ease, and while holding his phone, he walked closer to Fang Ziye and moved the Baidu Encyclopedia page up and down.

Zou Yu graduated from Kyoto Medical University in 1993. She currently serves as the Director of the Hand Surgery Department, Party Branch Secretary, and Director of the Outpatient Department at Kyoto Sekisuitan Hospital.

Chief Physician, Professor, Doctoral Supervisor.

Academic Positions (Current):

Vice President of the Asia-Pacific Wrist Association (APWA); Member of the Hand Surgery Committee of the International Society of Orthopaedic and Traumatology (SICOT)

Vice Chairman of the Hand Surgery Branch of the Chinese Medical Association;

Standing Committee Member of the Microsurgery Branch; Deputy Head of the Bone Microsurgery Repair Group of the Orthopedics Branch; Deputy Head of the Peripheral Nerve Group of the Hand Surgery Branch; Vice President of the Microsurgery Branch of the Chinese Medical Doctor Association…

Following a long list of various academic appointments, there is a more concise introduction—

Professor Zou Yu is the head of the National Key Specialty (Hand Surgery Project)...

"Dr. Fang, are you available now?" Professor Zou Yu asked politely again.

Fang Ziye is both incredibly bored and incredibly busy!
From this morning until now, Fang Ziye has been bombarded with calls from unknown numbers eight times, each call lasting ten or twenty minutes.

Three or four hours have passed by now, and Fang Ziye has been answering phone calls non-stop, barely having a proper conversation with Hu Qingyuan.

Sometimes, before I've even finished filling in the notes for one teacher, the next phone call comes in.

Many organizations called, including Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital, Ruijin Hospital, Fudan University Affiliated Zhongshan Hospital, Shanghai Ninth People's Hospital, Kyoto University First Affiliated Hospital, Kyoto University Third Affiliated Hospital, West China Hospital, Xiangya Hospital, etc.

This is the ninth one.

“Teacher Zou, please speak,” Fang Ziye said directly.

At the same time, Fang Ziye directly signaled to Hu Qingyuan to start taking notes.

Hu Qingyuan was quite sensible. The boldness and 'little pride' of the past few days had all subsided today. He held his notebook obediently and became a good little assistant for taking notes.

Hu Qingyuan is an intern aspiring to work in orthopedics, and is also an outstanding undergraduate student who is applying for postgraduate studies.

Students recommended for postgraduate studies at Han City University can directly enter Xiehe Hospital, and Xiehe Hospital also recognizes outstanding students recommended for postgraduate studies from Han City University. Zou Yu's grades are even higher, if he wants to.

He can go to either Peking Union Medical College Hospital or Jishuitan Hospital.

However, in just one morning, Hu Qingyuan became even more certain of his idea that he didn't need to go far away.

Basically, in his understanding, anyone in the domestic orthopedic profession with even a slight reputation who could obtain Fang Ziye's phone number through other means had already approached Fang Ziye.

"Dr. Fang, I won't beat around the bush. Based on what I know, your improved miniature circulation device is very suitable for limb replantation surgery in our hand surgery."

"This project is currently in the application and approval process for Phase I clinical trials. I wonder if our Jishuitan Hospital could also be among the first batch of clinical pilot hospitals?"

"Our hospital's hand surgery department should have no problem assisting in completing the Phase I clinical trial of this device," Zou Yu said modestly.

Fang Ziye hurriedly said, "Professor Zou, you are too kind. You are an expert from Jishuitan Hospital, so there is definitely no problem with the technology. However, I have handed over the clinical trials of this micro-circulation device to Professor Liu, who is more professional."

"Our hospital's Professor Liu Huanglong is a specialist in hand surgery. I believe he knows more about hand surgery in China than I do, so I dare not pretend to be an outsider."

Fang Ziye was being very polite; for an outsider to instruct an insider is utter nonsense.

Upon hearing this, Zou Yu let out a strange, abrupt groan: "Hmm~~~~"

"Dr. Fang, you've handed over the choice of clinical trials? That's quite unexpected." Soon, Zou Yu's tone returned to normal, still pleasant and pleasant.

“Teacher Zou, I was mainly worried about the hassle, so I left everything to Teacher Liu. Do you know Teacher Liu’s contact information? I can send it to you,” Fang Ziye replied.

"No need! Thank you, Dr. Fang."

"Dr. Fang, if you have the chance to come to Kyoto in the future, please let me know. If you don't mind the age gap between us, I'd like to have a chat with you," Professor Zou Yu surprisingly suggested.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's eyes flashed, and he quickly said, "Teacher Zou, you are too kind. I am more than happy to have the opportunity to learn from you."

"Dr. Fang, you're too kind. There's no end to learning; we must learn first to make progress."

"Dr. Fang, I won't bother you any longer. Let's keep in touch." After explaining the key points, Zou Yu hung up the phone.

After Fang Ziye finished his call, Hu Qingyuan also finished taking notes.

After putting down his pen, Hu Qingyuan carefully compared the information with the encyclopedia entry, then pursed his lips, poked his flat nose with the end of his pen, and glanced at Fang Ziye...

If one or two professors from such a prestigious university were to call Fang Ziye, they might be actors hired by Fang Ziye. However, Fang Ziye wouldn't dare to fake seven or eight professors, each with different statuses and positions.

Furthermore, given Fang Ziye's current status and position, there's absolutely no need for him to deceive him. What is Hu Qingyuan compared to him?
So, all these phone calls today are just a coincidence!
Having just witnessed Fang Ziye's moment of glory, Hu Qingyuan became even more certain of his inner thoughts.

"Professor Fang, Director of Hand Surgery at Jishuitan Hospital, Professor Zou Yu."

"Not the ward director, but the head of the hand surgery department," Hu Qingyuan emphasized, asking Fang Ziye to provide more detailed notes.

The orthopedics department at Jishuitan Hospital is not like that of Zhongnan Hospital, where the hand surgery department only has one ward. Other hospitals have several wards or even several campuses for hand surgery.

"Okay, thank you, Qingyuan." Fang Ziye lowered his head and first tightened the window crack a little.

As noon approached, the heat outside intensified, and at this time, the contrast between the scorching heat and the freezing cold outside the window made it even hotter.

"Teacher Fang, what would you like to eat for lunch?" Hu Qingyuan asked in a somewhat ingratiating manner.

All he could think about was how to change the title of "Teacher Fang" to "Master".

Put yourself in others' shoes!

Fang Ziye has no need to hire so many actors for himself, and no one else needs to act for Fang Ziye.

The fact that so many big shots called Fang Ziye at the same time must mean that Fang Ziye has achieved something that has earned the recognition or even respect of these big shots!

This is no joke!
Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital, Ruijin Hospital, Fudan University Affiliated Zhongshan Hospital, Shanghai Ninth People's Hospital, Kyoto University First Affiliated Hospital, Third People's Hospital, West China Hospital, Xiangya Hospital, Jishuitan Hospital...

If any professor from Zhongnan Hospital were to step forward, could you get all these bigwigs from other hospitals to make phone calls?
Few professors at Tongji Hospital can do this.

This scene happened to Fang Ziye, a young teacher, right in front of him.

"I'm fine with either, you choose today."

Fang Ziye repeated: "You choose. I've been a chief resident for more than half a year now, and I'm starting to have decision-making phobia about what takeout to order."

Hu Qingyuan thought about it seriously for a while before saying, "How about we just have a rice bowl?"

"Okay!" Fang Ziye wasn't a picky eater, and he was even less picky if it was a work meal.

After agreeing, Fang Ziye sent a voice message to Chen Guo, who was on duty in the emergency surgery clinic of the emergency department: "Sister Guo, hello, this is Fang Ziye."

"Could you please admit a few patients for simple wound cleaning today? I have a student here who wants to try the procedure."

"I'll personally guide him through the process."

It's not appropriate to call Wang Yuanqi or his team at the trauma center if you're looking for emergency trauma patients, because the emergency department handles very simple traumas internally and doesn't send them to the trauma center.

The emergency department at Zhongnan Hospital is such a large department, it's impossible that it can't even handle a cut that's only a few centimeters long. Generally, the emergency department has several standards for defining wounds that require trauma surgery.

First, if the injury is larger than six centimeters, and second, if it involves damage to the muscle layer or below, it should be referred directly to the trauma surgery department.

Third, if it involves nerve damage, just hand it over to the hand surgery department… Chen Guo didn’t reply immediately, but Hu Qingyuan, while ordering takeout, opened the general outline of Campbell’s Orthopaedics:
"Teacher Fang, shall we start practicing today? Don't you need to take me to the practice room to check my basic skills?"

Hu Qingyuan was actually a little disappointed, as his basic skills were quite good; otherwise, he wouldn't have passed the second round of interviews at Ruijin Hospital so easily.

Before Fang Ziye could reply, the phone rang again.

Hu Qingyuan very sensibly continued to listen in without saying a word!
"..."

October 1st, afternoon!

From 1 p.m. to 5 p.m., Fang Ziye directly adjusted his phone card to only allow caller ID notifications for contacts.

There was no other way; Fang Ziye had his own things to do, and he also needed to mentor and test Hu Qingyuan, his student. If he kept getting phone calls...

It was fun, but it really interfered with my normal work.

At 5:23, when Fang Ziye led Hu Qingyuan out of the control room, Hu Qingyuan's face was slightly pale, and his speech was hesitant as he hurriedly explained:

"Teacher Fang, I was a little too nervous today, so I didn't handle the details well during the wound cleaning. I'm not usually like this."

Fang Ziye turned on his caller ID and said, "Qingyuan, it's not your fault. It's okay if you didn't handle some small details well."

"With your current basic skills, it is indeed a bit difficult to handle this kind of wound cleaning. You can practice professional operations slowly. What I mainly want to see is your theoretical and basic skills level."

Hu Qingyuan's basic skills are truly solid. In one afternoon, Fang Ziye's assessment came out, and Hu Qingyuan's core fundamental skills in trauma surgery are as follows—

Suturing should be at level 2 proficiency, while debridement, incision, and hemostasis should all be at level 1 (10/20).

If we compare Fang Ziye's current skills with Hu Qingyuan's basic skills, then Hu Qingyuan is definitely a complete novice.

However, considering that Fang Ziye didn't even have much basic Level 2 skill during his third year of master's studies, one can understand just how strong Hu Qingyuan's aptitude is now.

It's hard to say for sure whether he can be compared to Lan Tianluo, but he is better than Shu Lang, who was relatively better before.

The crucial point is that he's still in his internship!
Outstanding students like Hu Qingyuan typically don't prioritize Zhongnan Hospital when pursuing graduate studies; instead, they go to renowned hospitals such as Ruijin Hospital, Huashan Hospital, Jishuitan Hospital, or Kyoto Third Hospital.

Hu Qingyuan took the initiative to help Fang Ziye lift the curtain of the emergency department. The heat wave and dazzling light outside shone in, causing Hu Qingyuan to squint slightly.

"Teacher Fang? Is there an objective comparison between the damage and the trauma we've suffered today?" Hu Qingyuan asked curiously.

Hu Qingyuan learned that Fang Ziye was the originator of limb-sparing surgery for severe injuries, but he had never seen it before, so he didn't know the difference in difficulty between the two techniques.

Fang Ziye raised his head, pondered for a moment, and replied, "If we're talking about the difficulty level, today's trauma is a 2, then the difficulty of the destruction damage should be between two and three thousand!"

"Huh?" Hu Qingyuan's legs went weak!

He trembled.

Admittedly, Hu Qingyuan had heard that after completing their internships, students were basically only on the other side of the main gate of the medical school, and it wasn't until after completing their master's and residency training that they could barely see the threshold.

However, Fang Ziye's comparison also made him feel a strong sense of frustration.

How was my behavior any different from that of the Teletubbies?
"Don't rush. Your master's degree years will definitely be the time when you improve the most."

"It's so hot outside, let's hurry up and go..."

As Fang Ziye was speaking, the phone rang again unexpectedly. He picked it up, glanced at it, and gave a soft "hmm."

"What? Teacher Fang?" Hu Qingyuan was very sensitive at this moment, afraid that Fang Ziye would dislike him!
Fang Ziye is only a few years older than me, but what is the difference in our abilities?

It was probably only through his many years of hard work that he had the opportunity to get close to Fang Ziye.

"nothing."

Fang Ziye had already answered the phone and said warmly and politely, "Senior Sister Xie, hello! What brings you here to call me?"

After saying that, Fang Ziye waved to Hu Qingyuan, who was about to take notes, indicating that he knew this person.

Thank you to the postdoctoral research station staff at Xiangya Third Hospital!

"Junior Brother Fang, it's so hard to get through to you on the phone! It's been busy the whole time. You must be really busy!"

"Not only do I have time to call you, but because it's so hard to get through to you, I'm already in Wuhan," Xie Xin said directly.

"Senior Sister Xie, you've come to Han City? Should I have Tingzhu come and pick you up?" Fang Ziye was taken aback.

I received quite a few phone calls today, but it seems like only this one person came all the way from out of town.

"No need, we'll be at Zhongnan Hospital soon. I didn't come alone..." Xie Xin hung up the phone.

When Fang Ziye saw Xie Xin at the entrance of Zhongnan Hospital, there were indeed two people standing next to Xie Xin: a middle-aged man and a young man.

Xie Xin did not come alone; she came with someone—Professor Tan, a professor in the Department of Hand Surgery at Xiangya Hospital, who had previously called Fang Ziye.

Professor Tan also discussed the Phase I clinical trial pilot with Fang Ziye over the phone. Fang Ziye declined on the phone and asked Professor Tan to contact Liu Huanglong instead.

……

"Hello, Senior Sister Xie and Teacher Tan." Fang Ziye stepped forward and shook hands with the two of them.

Xie Xin, wearing a long dress, introduced Professor Tan and the young man beside him: "Professor Tan, Dr. Zheng, this is Dr. Fang Ziye, I've met him a few times before."

"Hello Dr. Fang, we spoke on the phone this morning." Tan Zhongyu's tone was full of energy, and he sounded very confident.

"Teacher Tan, let's go upstairs to talk, it's too hot here!"

"Wait a minute, Professor Liu Huanglong from our hospital will be coming over too." Fang Ziye quickly led the group upstairs...

Guests from afar are not welcome; it's impossible to let them chat at the hospital entrance.

Fang Ziye led the group to the director's office of the trauma surgery department. The head nurse had a spare key to the director's office, which could be obtained by any nurse on duty.

Professor Tan, a hand surgeon at Xiangya Hospital, is second only to Professor Zhong Junyu of Peking Union Medical College Hospital in terms of prestige in the entire Central China region; his expertise is formidable.

Liu Huanglong was just a 'little brother' in front of him, so Fang Ziye naturally couldn't afford to be negligent.

Hu Qingyuan and the doctor on duty today had prepared tea. Because there weren't enough chairs in the director's office, they even brought a few chairs from the doctor's office.

Fang Ziye glanced at the information casually, and after everyone was seated, he said, "Teacher Tan, Teacher Liu is already on his way."

"I'm so sorry I didn't receive your call earlier this afternoon, otherwise I would have sent someone to pick you up."

Showing respect to experts from other hospitals is also a way of demonstrating hospitality and showcasing the hospitality of Zhongnan Hospital.

"Dr. Fang, actually, Teacher Tan and I came here with a very straightforward purpose!"

"I don't know if you remember, Junior Brother, you promised to do me a favor." Xie Xin spoke directly, her tone much sweeter than when Fang Ziye had met her before.

Xie Xin has a mature figure, exuding an aura of maturity. Her red lips are slightly parted, and her breath is as fragrant as orchids.

Xie Xin is very decisive and direct. I don't know what benefits Professor Tan Zhongyu of the Department of Hand Surgery at Xiangya Hospital gave her, but she actually used the condition that she had previously agreed with Fang Ziye, that Fang Ziye must help her!

It was in May of this year, the time Fang Ziye went out to "wander".

It was through Xie Xin's matchmaking that things were brought together.

Looking back on this dissolute time, Fang Ziye feels a chill run down his spine and his hair stands on end.

To be honest, thankfully that "adventure" didn't go wrong, otherwise my career could have been delayed by five to ten years!
If Professor Gu Yuandong found out that I had gone out of the province to have fun, he would probably scold me and everyone else, including my mentor and a group of professors.

"Senior Sister Xie, since you've said so, then of course there's no problem. However, the specific details still need to be discussed between Professor Tan and Professor Liu from our hospital's hand surgery department."

"The number of times this equipment can be debugged is definitely limited!" Fang Ziye had no choice but to agree.

A person must be trustworthy!
Although it was just a crazy farce, you have to keep your promises.

"Then thank you, Junior Brother Fang."

"Junior Brother Fang, may I be greedy and make one more request?" Xie Xin's tone was gentle and extremely tempting.

However, Fang Ziye had experienced Luo Tingzhu's charm overload. Xie Xin was certainly good-looking and had a good figure, but she also had a mature and alluring charm.

Compared to the people around him, Fang Ziye felt that Luo Tingzhu was more pleasing to the eye.

"Senior Sister Xie, since you've already said it's greedy, then let's not be greedy anymore, and please don't mention it again."

"I'm just a nobody, and there's very little I can promise."

"Senior Sister Xie, you haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll have Tingzhu take you and Professor Tan out for dinner right away!" Fang Ziye had already sent a message to Luo Tingzhu.

Since they have come from afar, they are guests, and they had helped me and Luo Tingzhu before, so naturally we should treat them well.

"Junior Brother Fang, you are too heartless."

"If you don't agree, I think I'll have to talk to Tingzhu." Xie Xin's voice was still very seductive.

Fang Ziye stopped replying and instead said to Professor Tan Zhongyu, "Professor Tan, I just sent a message to Professor Liu, and he has already agreed."

"You also have Professor Liu's contact information. The rest of the details can be discussed between you and Professor Liu..."

As Fang Ziye was speaking, Liu Huanglong hurriedly pushed the door open and entered from the outside, his forehead covered in fine sweat.

After entering the room, he slowed down his pace and greeted her with a bright smile, "Hello, Teacher Tan, I am Liu Huanglong. You used to call me Xiao Liu."

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were coming in person and didn't greet you properly..."

In the entire Central China region, there are only four or five people whom Liu Huanglong respects so much.

Although Liu Huanglong is young and accomplished, he shows the utmost respect for his seniors and observes all the proper etiquette.

Professor Tan Zhongyu knew Liu Huanglong, and Liu Huanglong also knew him.

However, Tan Zhongyu suddenly exuded a strong aura: "Professor Liu, I dare not call you Little Liu. When we talked this morning, you were much more imposing than you are now."

Tan Zhongyu was complaining, while Liu Huanglong blushed with embarrassment.

I could only bite the bullet and explain, "Teacher Tan, it's not that I'm being pretentious. It's just that I've been getting a lot of calls lately. I'm just a nobody, and I don't dare to offend anyone, so I just chose a one-size-fits-all approach."

"I have rejected all the people who have contacted me so far."

"Otherwise, if we agree with one group and disagree with another, we'll definitely offend people," Liu Huanglong explained frankly.

He's in a tough spot now. Although the follow-up to this project will bring him a lot of connections and resources, if he doesn't handle it well, it could lead to a lot of trouble.

After Liu Huanglong finished speaking, he looked at Fang Ziye and then at Tan Zhongyu: "Of course, I have no objection to what Dr. Fang of our hospital has agreed to."

"As long as your hospital's procedures and approvals are in place and in compliance with regulations, we would be very willing to cooperate with a renowned hospital like Xiangya Hospital."

Tan Zhongyu nodded slightly and continued in a sarcastic tone, "Then thank you very much, Professor Liu, for your generosity."

As the group was chatting, suddenly, the voices of two unfamiliar middle-aged men came from the doorway.

The sound gradually became clearer from being indistinct.

"Professor Jin, this is it!"

"It's been a long time since I've been here, and everything here is exactly the same as before."

"I don't know if anyone is in the office. I called but no one answered. Maybe they've changed their phone numbers."

"But it's alright, we can ask the on-duty doctor to help us make contact." A middle-aged man's voice was very sincere.

Hearing these words, Liu Huanglong, who was still at the door, gently pushed it open and looked out the window in confusion.

After the door opened, through the crack, two middle-aged men could be seen standing outside.

One was bald with shifty, rat-like features, and looked somewhat similar to Liu Huanglong. The other was pot-bellied with a prominent double chin.

Before Liu Huanglong could even recognize the other person, Professor Tan Zhongyu, who was sitting in the office, stood up and greeted him awkwardly but politely: "Professor Jin."

The middle-aged man with a beer belly and double chin was more direct: "Tan Zhongyu?"

"As expected, Shashi is closer to Wuhan than our Guangzhou."

Then, Tan Zhongyu took the initiative to introduce Liu Huanglong and Professor Jin to each other, as if he were the host.

However, amidst the cheerful atmosphere, Fang Ziye suddenly uttered a cold and sharp question: "Teacher Liu, what are you doing here?"

The visitor is Liu Qiao, also known as Uncle Liu!

(End of this chapter)