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Chapter 513 The Phone Was Ringing Off (Please Subscribe)
Some things, some people did, but it's as if they did nothing at all.

This is somewhat analogous to the story of "two peaches kill three warriors," a 'open conspiracy' with no solution.

Professor Zhang Xingze, who was slightly overweight, touched his round face and chin, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and said, "Professor Qiu, it's better to rely on yourself than on others."

"Let's leave the things within our professional field to those of us who are in the right profession."

“Some surgical procedures are inherently meaningful once they exist, and they do not need to be given special meaning again through interviews, publicity, explanations or other means.”

Professor Zhang Xingze is not young. Although he has black hair and eyebrows, he is actually close to seventy years old. He just takes good care of himself.

Naturally, Professor Zhang's words behind closed doors were quite harsh.

Some things need to be given special meaning through publicity, while others do not.

Dai Zhu touched his high forehead and receding hairline, raised his eyebrows and said, "From ancient times to the present, the saying of the three religions and nine schools of thought has never stopped."

"Perhaps regardless of the era, as long as it's within this framework, doctors are just one of the lowly tools..."

The topics that Professors Dai Zhu and Zhang Xingze discussed were somewhat high-level and sensitive.

In China, doctors generally don't have much of a 'status'.

Whether in official circles or among the general public!
However, Fang Ziye is currently unable to access such a higher level, and if possible, he would rather not try to access such a high level.

Then, Qiu Zhenghua also spoke a few similar words.

This level of knowledge seemed a little confusing to Fang Ziye, so he couldn't join the conversation.

Deng Yong, who was standing next to Fang Ziye, listened with trepidation.

Deng Yong's perspective was different from that of Professor Qiu and others, so he dared not speak openly about this topic.

After about two or three minutes, Qiu Zhenghua and the others saw that Fang Ziye and Deng Yong were no longer responding, so they gradually brought up the topic.

“Let’s get back to Xiao Fang’s matter. There are still young people here; we shouldn’t let their hopes be dashed,” Qiu Zhenghua said.

As the saying goes, there are 360 ​​professions, and every profession can produce an expert.

However, there is also a saying that goes, "Three generations of merchants are not as good as one generation of officials!"
Upon hearing this, Deng Yong immediately said, "Professor Qiu, Professor Dai, thank you for your concern for Ziye. If you hadn't mentioned it, neither I nor Ziye's teachers would have thought of this at all."

Deng Yong certainly wouldn't dare to think that way, and even if he did, he wouldn't dare to admit it, much less complain.

In China, if you are a doctor, as long as you are associated with this profession, and you openly say that you want to achieve great success or become extremely wealthy, you will be labeled with a despicable stigma.

Because everyone believes that a doctor must be—

"One whose virtue is not close to that of a Buddha cannot be a doctor! One whose talent is not close to that of an immortal cannot be a doctor! One who is upright, honest, and has enough to eat and wear, is free from worldly desires."

If you don't fit this label, you can change careers.

You think you can make a scene and get people to promote you? To make you famous?
As long as you don't starve, that's enough. Any money you earn is the hard-earned money of the people...

Professor Zhang Xingze sighed upon hearing this. Being younger than the others, he was more outspoken: "I remember a rather famous quote, which is the full text of the preface to *Yan Yi* (言医), is—"

"Those who are not well-versed in the past and present, do not understand the relationship between heaven and man, are not as talented as immortals, and are not as kind as Buddhas, should rather farm and weave cloth to earn a living, and should never practice medicine to mislead the world! Medicine is a sacred profession, not something that can be used by those who have not completed their studies or made a living. It requires wisdom from past lives, dedicated study, a thorough understanding of the principles of heaven and man, and meticulous thought and effort in ancient and modern books before one can speak of medicine."

"A doctor who has skill but no ethics is no good, and a doctor who has ethics but no skill is even worse."

"The 'living deity' I've ever seen?"

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore."

What people say is merely a collection of fragments, taken out of context.

Medical ethics is important, but it's not the most crucial quality. Zhang Xingze has personally witnessed the 'things' that some people with excellent character but insufficient skills ultimately did.

Qiu Zhenghua then tapped the table, looked in Deng Yong's direction, and said in a calm but chilling voice, "Professor Deng, are you aware that someone is investigating your team?"

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong straightened up, as if walking on thin ice.

He stood up personally, bowed deeply in Qiu Zhenghua's direction, and said nothing, yet that spoke volumes.

Just as Professor Gu Yuandong said back then, if they hadn't come, Fang Ziye might have already capsized. Even if Fang Ziye could swim, he might have been caught in the boat and lost half his life.

As for Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong, they may pay a very, very heavy price for their ignorance.

Or perhaps their team was coerced into engaging in shady deals or schemes, selling themselves off cheaply.

Where can we sit here and chat so peacefully and naturally?
Of course, as long as the funds are still there, it's still very difficult to find anything.

The funds are still here and haven't been misappropriated, so we can say that the research team hasn't yet carried out a complete follow-up to the project. What are you investigating?

I can't finish a three-year project in six months or a year. I haven't used up all the money. I can't make a mistake, can I?
Qiu Zhenghua then asked, "Professor Deng, I have another question for you."

"That's right. Ziye is currently tied up with mundane affairs as the chief resident and has no time to go out and attend various complicated academic conferences and exchanges. This is really a waste of his talents."

"Can you think of a solution?"

Since Deng Yong knew about that matter, Qiu Zhenghua didn't elaborate further. Professors Dai Zhu and Zhang Xingze were unaware of the details involved.

It's a good thing that no one knows; the fewer people who know, the more secure it is.

Deng Yong frowned slightly.

Professor Dai Zhu pushed up his glasses and chuckled, "Professor Deng, Zhongnan Hospital shouldn't be so extravagant as to appoint an associate professor as chief resident, right?"

"Professor Qiu got the associate chief physician position for Ziye from the relevant departments of the National Health Commission. You, a chief resident, can't even handle that?"

This isn't just a hint; it's an explicit statement!
Why don't you just remove Fang Ziye's chief resident?

After he becomes the chief resident, he will regain his "right" professional title. At that time, who would allow an associate chief physician, associate professor, or researcher who is about to be promoted to senior professional title to serve as chief resident?
“Okay!” Deng Yong nodded solemnly.

Then he murmured an extra sentence: "Professors, Ziye actually only started his doctoral studies last September and only graduated and started working this year..."

Deng Yong was explaining that he wasn't neglecting his son's business, but rather that some things couldn't be taken too far.

Working in the clinic is not as good as working in the laboratory. If Fang Ziye were not in the clinic, he wouldn't need to care about so much gossip and would just give him everything he needed.

But it won't work in clinical practice. Making exceptions in clinical practice would cause serious problems, since Fang Ziye's current abilities are almost impossible to replicate.

However, Fang Ziye's career path could be "copied"!
If problems arise, Fang Ziye, this original "first-generation exceptional talent," might also be implicated. This is the issue that Deng Yong has been considering.

“I know, then let’s not touch him for a long time during his associate professorship!” Qiu Zhenghua understood Deng Yong’s concerns.

"The evaluation of professional titles in clinical practice has always required extreme caution."

"Even a genius like Dr. Wu, who was once a hepatobiliary surgeon, didn't go too far in terms of exceptional talent."

"The main thing is that you only have more freedom when you reach the associate professor level."

"By the way, Professor Deng, have you considered letting Ziye develop his career in other places?" Qiu Zhenghua asked casually.

"Sure, sure," Deng Yong said naturally, nodding unconsciously.

However, Deng Yong quickly came to his senses: "Huh? Teacher Qiu, what did you just say?"

Seeing Deng Yong's expression, Professor Dai Zhu and Professor Zhang Xingze both laughed: "Professor Qiu, please don't joke with Professor Deng. Who would bear to let a student like this wander outside?"

"Even if they weren't homeless, I guess they would want to keep them close by."

Poaching talent is something everyone has thought about, but before doing anything, you always have to consider whether what you're about to do is reasonable.

If one's own student were as outstanding as Fang Ziye and then someone else poached them, one would probably have trouble sleeping for at least ten years.

Qiu Zhenghua then casually mentioned a few other important matters with a smile.

……

After respectfully seeing off the senior professors, Deng Yong and Fang Ziye headed towards the hospital.

It wasn't that Fang Ziye and Deng Yong were unwilling to entertain guests, but rather that these senior academicians each had other matters to attend to. Their visit to Wuhan was a temporary arrangement, primarily to inform Deng Yong of a few things.

On the way back, Deng Yong turned his head and asked, "Ziye, what Professor Qiu just said about going to other hospitals for development, what are your thoughts on that?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye decisively shook his head: "Master, I think this place is quite nice."

Nowadays, Fang Ziye no longer has to worry about finding a job, and the hospital contract is just a piece of paper.

Whether it's the penalty for breach of contract or other restrictions, as long as Fang Ziye is willing to leave, someone will naturally help him take care of it.

However, Fang Ziye does not want to leave at the moment, nor is there any need for him to leave.

At Zhongnan Hospital, the platform may not be as large, and there may not be as much support, but Fang Ziye is free; Fang Ziye doesn't need to make way for anyone else.

Even when Fang Ziye is pursuing any honor, he doesn't need to balance the interests of anyone else.

If Fang Ziye were to join an academician's team, would his senior colleagues allow him to join? Would professors with more seniority allow him to join?
If you don't give in, people will say you're being immature; if you do give in, you'll feel resentful.

However, Fang Ziye was originally from Zhongnan Hospital. No matter who it was, no one had as much drive as Fang Ziye, and there was no question of "social niceties" about giving way.

Don't think that such interpersonal relationships are rare; even qualifying for the Olympics involves "interpersonal relationships"!

"You've thought it through, haven't you?" Deng Yong was satisfied, but also a little upset.

Because now, what others can give Fang Ziye, Deng Yong couldn't get even if he sold everything he owned.

There's only one condition: if Fang Ziye chooses to join any of the people he meets today, he won't have to worry about research funding at all; he can treat it as unlimited funds.

Which academician doesn't have tens of millions of yuan in research funding?
Deng Yong did not.

It wasn't that Deng Yong didn't want to give it, but that he couldn't get it.

“Master, I have thought it through…” Fang Ziye replied.

"Alright, once you've thought this through yourself, you don't need to rack your brains over other things."

"Three things. The first is to wait for the official document to be issued, granting you special approval for your associate chief physician title and surgical authorization for the new procedure and level four surgery."

"The second thing is that I hope you can expand the scope and hold a main academic conference, inviting more senior trauma surgeons and colleagues to participate and learn about trauma injuries, functional reconstruction and other related matters together."

"The third thing is that I hope you can continue to run training courses on limb salvage techniques for limb destruction, so that more like-minded people can have the opportunity to learn limb salvage techniques for limb destruction."

"How do you feel after hearing all this?" Deng Yong asked with a smile, the mole on his lip twitching.

Fang Ziye has accomplished what he dreamed of, and he has also surpassed his previous achievements.

Today, not only in terms of ability, but also in terms of industry recognition and reputation, they are gradually surpassing Deng Yong.

All that's left is to go through a procedure, and then Fang Ziye will gradually take over the honorary title of 'Hubei Province's No. 1 Trauma Surgeon'.

Even without this honorary title, Fang Ziye is already the uncrowned king.

"I felt quite excited, yet also quite calm, but I also felt some pressure."

Fang Ziye then licked his lips and said, "During my undergraduate years, one teacher gave a large lecture. Clinical practice started with techniques, then moved on to teaching, and finally to theory."

"I didn't quite understand it back then, but now I can finally grasp it a little better..."

Technical skills are the hard currency; a clinician without technical skills is just spouting nonsense.

Of course, once the technology improves, teaching will become essential.

A person's energy is limited, so you must train more doctors to truly make a greater contribution to society.

Even if you train a hundred doctors, and even if those doctors are not as skilled as you, they will still treat more patients than you have in your entire life.

Given the current situation in China where medical resources are extremely scarce, training more high-quality doctors remains a perennial topic for decades to come!

“Ziye, the further you go, the greater the pressure will be. Many times, it’s not some force that compels you to do things involuntarily, but your own heart that will force you to move forward.”

“Yuan Weihong will be going abroad in October to study, so don’t feel pressured because of it.”

“Although Yuan Weihong is your teacher, he is still young, and he should also maintain his enthusiasm for learning…” Deng Yong comforted him softly.

Fang Ziye nodded in agreement.

Yuan Weihong went abroad to study largely for Fang Ziye's sake. This time, Yuan Weihong needed to learn more deeply about other people's systems, concepts, team collaboration models, and more transparent funding and research team management concepts.

However, Fang Ziye also had his own ideas: "Master, why don't we let Yuanpei go with my teacher Yuan?"

"Although Yuanpei said he didn't want to go abroad, I could tell that he was actually looking forward to studying abroad."

In fact, Li Yuanpei was probably more interested in these things, and of course, his teacher also needed to know them.

"Did Yuanpei ask you to tell me this?" Deng Yong asked.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "No, Master, it was my own suggestion. I haven't even discussed it with Yuanpei yet."

"Mainly, I'm not suited to discuss this with Yuanpei."

Fang Ziye and Li Yuanpei were classmates after all, so it was not appropriate for Fang Ziye to condescendingly arrange Li Yuanpei's future. However, he could suggest to Deng Yong that Deng Yong discuss the matter with Li Yuanpei.

With both parties agreeing and acknowledging the situation, Li Yuanpei can make the most correct choice.

Scientific research can also yield many achievements, sometimes even surpassing those achieved in clinical practice.

The immediate sense of accomplishment isn't as strong as being a clinician.

"Okay, I'll go ask."

Deng Yong continued, "Reflect on what Professor Zhang and Professor Qiu said today." "The upper nine classes, the middle nine classes, and the lower nine classes."

"Although we live in a society governed by the rule of law, there are still many cases of 'killing doctors,' only the methods and forms have changed."

"You need to experience it carefully and then figure out the right balance yourself."

"That kind of vision is too high. Your master can no longer help you. But perhaps, one day, you will face a choice."

"Is it better to be an academician doctor or a people's doctor?"

"All of the above are just my guesses," Deng Yong said meaningfully.

Fang Ziye glanced at Deng Yong several times, while Deng Yong rolled his fist across Fang Ziye's shoulder.

Fang Ziye felt a heavy weight on his shoulders. This was perhaps a handover, but also a responsibility that he would inevitably have to shoulder.

It also has a name: growth.

……

Is it better to be an academician doctor or a people's doctor? It's actually possible to do both, but my teacher separated them.

Fang Ziye didn't have a deep understanding of this, but after carefully considering the words of the senior professors today, he vaguely sensed that there might be an invisible constraint after reaching a certain point.

And this kind of constraint is now appearing in Fang Ziye's life in a different form—

The reason is simple: Fang Ziye hasn't encountered patients who can't afford hospitalization and surgery fees for a long time now.

The reason is simple: recently, Fang Ziye has never encountered a patient who couldn't afford to give a gift.

Simply put, if Fang Ziye wanted, each patient and their family could easily make him ten silk banners...

When Fang Ziye is a single person, the uneven distribution of resources will inevitably lead to hidden competition.

This is something Fang Ziye can neither control nor influence.

After returning to the ward, Fang Ziye went straight to the doctor's office.

Before they even reached the door, Ning Zhengyang was speaking—

Fang Ziye paused slightly in his steps.

“Brother Pei, it’s not that I don’t want to pursue a professional doctorate, it’s just that professional doctorates are too competitive, and I couldn’t pass the test. So when I was interviewing last year, I agreed to take the academic doctorate route.”

“Actually, I’ve been curious about Brother Ye for a long time, but I was afraid that he would misunderstand that I chose Zhongnan Hospital on purpose to get closer to him, so I’ve been too embarrassed to come and chat with him,” Ning Zhengyang said.

"You probably haven't heard of Ziye's name before, have you?" Li Yuanpei asked.

“I had never heard of Senior Brother Fang before. Even when I took the re-examination last year, I didn’t know him. At that time, Senior Brother Fang was abroad.”

"After I got in, I felt embarrassed. My grades weren't good enough to even get a foot in the door. How could I be so ashamed?" Ning Zhengyang's tone was exceptionally frank.

At this moment, Lan Tianluo, perhaps finding Ning Zhengyang's words more agreeable, retorted, "Senior Brother Ning, Senior Brother Fang is very easygoing. It's not that you can't hang out with him if you don't have achievements."

Upon hearing this, Ning Zhengyang retorted, "Tianluo, I'm just giving you an example, please don't misunderstand."

"If you wanted to become friends with someone like Mr. Wang, would you dare to knock on his door? Do you believe he would be willing to accept you?"

"Of course, this analogy might be a bit of an exaggeration. I'm also new here, so I'm really sorry."

"My master invited us to dinner the day before yesterday, and I was supposed to go, but my girlfriend suddenly developed appendicitis, so I accompanied her to have emergency surgery. I couldn't make it, so I didn't explain much..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye composed himself slightly.

Indeed, everyone may have a different perspective.

He thought Ning Wuyang was arrogant, but in Ning Wuyang's eyes, he was almost a "small valve". Without a suitable gift, Ning Wuyang would not dare to come and chat with him casually.

There's a saying that goes, "Don't force yourself to join people who aren't in your circle, or you'll end up with a bloody nose."

Naturally, Fang Ziye never considered himself a 'gatekeeper' or someone who needed to meet certain thresholds to get close to him.

But others may not think that way.

Once you've achieved some success and gained some status, you'll be surrounded by intelligent people, who will naturally give you more consideration.

"What are you talking about? What emergency surgery?" Fang Ziye stepped into the doctor's office, pretending that he had only heard the last sentence.

Upon entering, many people turned their heads or stood up to call out "Brother Ye".

Ning Wuyang also obediently and honestly called out "Senior Brother Fang".

"Yuanpei, Tianluo, could you go get some drinks from the office fridge? Everyone's working hard on this holiday," Fang Ziye instructed.

Upon hearing this, Li Yuanpei said, "That's great, Brother Ye, then I won't stand on ceremony!"

Then Li Yuanpei began counting the people, and Fang Ziye took the opportunity to chat with Ning Wuyang for a while.

Ning Wuyang's undergraduate degree wasn't very good, but his master's degree was quite impressive. He also came from a well-off family, so he had several experiences studying abroad.

He worked in hospitals abroad during his undergraduate studies and after graduating with his master's degree.

I have a good foundation in scientific research. During my master's studies, I published one paper with an impact factor of 9 and another with an impact factor of 12.

These are the main articles, plus some miscellaneous ones, and the total impact factor is close to 100.

He is a true "research fanatic".

"Ning Wuyang, how's your professional skill level? I've never heard of you going to the practice room," Fang Ziye asked.

Ning Wuyang smiled and said, "It's alright."

Then, with great confidence, he joked, "Senior brother, I'm just trying to show Master what I'm capable of. I'm supposed to be a scholar, but I'm going to the training room. What kind of nonsense is that?"

"he."

Just then, Fang Ziye received another call. He picked it up and saw that it was a local number from Wuhan, which was also his personal mobile phone. It was probably someone he knew.

"I need to take this call," Fang Ziye explained.

"It's alright, senior brother, you go ahead with your work." Ning Wuyang nodded politely.

"Hello, is this Teacher Fang from Zhongnan Hospital? Hello Teacher Fang, this is Xiaolong from Rongteng Pharmaceutical Company!"

"Teacher Fang, are you available now?" the other person introduced himself.

"Well, it's not very convenient. Just tell me briefly," Fang Ziye said.

"It's like this, Professor Fang, I was wondering if we would have the opportunity to invite you to a casual meal, and then we could discuss some potential collaborations?"

"Our company is one of the top ten process medical device companies in China. We are quite strong and very sincere," the other party said.

"It's not convenient right now, I'm the chief resident. I'll hang up now, I have some things to take care of here." Fang Ziye refused again.

"Professor Fang, may I visit you in your department?"

……

After Fang Ziye hung up the phone, Ning Wuyang's expression and eyes showed a hint of exasperation.

Fang Ziye has pulled off another impressive display of arrogance!
There was nothing that could be done. These were not actors arranged by Fang Ziye. Even if Fang Ziye could arrange a few professors to act, he couldn't possibly arrange the filming of a documentary about Longtai and the visit of academicians, could he?
"Senior Brother Fang, you must be very busy!" Ning Wuyang said cautiously.

"I've only been busy lately; nobody used to call me..."

"Wu Yang, continue with your previous topic. How are your professional skills going?" Fang Ziye continued the previous conversation, finishing what he had started.

Ning Wuyang then modestly offered a few words in a straightforward manner.

Fang Ziye could roughly guess that Ning Wuyang's level was probably not high enough to pass the training room that was comparable to a master's degree, but he was still more qualified than the average person.

However, this is the result of Ning Wuyang spending a lot of time on scientific research during his master's studies.

However, before Fang Ziye could speak, the phone rang again.

Fang Ziye could only leave again, feeling apologetic...

When Fang Ziye answered the phone and returned, Ning Wuyang had already left with Li Yuanpei and others.

Looking at the empty office, Fang Ziye could only smile nonchalantly.

I hope my junior brother won't misunderstand.

However, just as Fang Ziye was thinking this, Lan Tianluo replied: "Senior brother, I think Ning Wuyang has a bit of a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) vibe."

"In other words, it's pretty cringeworthy..."

Fang Ziye: "..."

……

As the National Day holiday drew to a close, Fang Ziye received slightly fewer calls from his peers!
However, after the number of calls from peers decreased, a barrage of calls and messages from the company began to come one after another.

Among them are some large multinational companies that want to obtain exclusive patent authorization for Fangziye and are willing to accept a one-time buyout.

The price offered is very reasonable.

If the other party is willing to sell the micro-circulation instrument outright, they are willing to pay a patent transfer fee of about 100 million yuan.

This amount of money was certainly considerable, but Fang Ziye still did not agree.

It didn't matter that Fang Ziye didn't agree; many people still came to him.

The very stylish and successful people have shopping cards, bank cards, and various kinds of alcohol and tea.

Even some very stylish young women kept adding Fang Ziye on WeChat, revealing some subtle information—

Fang Ziye believed that if he wanted to, he could experience many wonderful dreams!
Similarly, Fang Ziye was very willing to believe that the girls who had added him on social media recently were all from good families...

This experience made Fang Ziye truly believe that as long as you achieve enough, you will find that the whole world is very welcoming to you.

Fang Ziye's phone was ringing off the hook...

On October 7th, Fang Ziye had no choice but to get a new private phone card and temporarily abandon the old one!

Too many phone calls, too many messages.

After I put my newly issued SIM card back into my phone, the overheated phone finally got a break.

This time, Fang Ziye chose to apply for the card online and have it mailed to him/her. He didn't go to the business hall to apply for the card.

"Finally, it's quiet!" Fang Ziye murmured to himself as he lay in his gaming chair in the office.

Then, Fang Ziye finally couldn't resist and dialed a number. It was Teacher Zu Haiguo's number.

Fang Ziye's personal information leak was too serious and bothersome, so he had to use his connections to get help to deal with the matter.

Otherwise, Fang Ziye was worried that his newly issued phone card would one day be bombarded with phone calls.

October 6th, still during the holiday.

Zu Haiguo was still resting and was currently on vacation. After hearing Fang Ziye's phone call, he was first taken aback, and then said, "Dr. Fang, is there such a thing?"

"Didn't you choose to call the police?"

"I called the police, but as you know, some interceptions can't be dealt with quickly even if you call the police," Fang Ziye complained to him.

Upon hearing this, Zu Haiguo suggested, "Ziye, to be honest, instead of calling me, you might as well contact some of the patients and their families you've met before."

"A local official has more power than a distant one, and I can't possibly manage all of this."

Fang Ziye asked, "Teacher Zu, is this... is this appropriate?"

"What's wrong with that? You were harassed, you're the victim. You were just using your connections to protect yourself, not bullying or harassing anyone. What's wrong with that?"

“There’s no need for people to be too stubborn!” Zu Haiguo reminded him.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye finally found the phone number of an elderly man who had specifically left his number in his hidden contacts.

Then I chose to dial the number.

After the call was quickly connected, Fang Ziye explained the situation in just a few words, and the old man's voice came back: "Dr. Fang, is there such a thing?"

"Let me call and ask about the situation first!" The old man did not agree.

However, about two hours later, Fang Ziye received another call from the old man: "Dr. Fang, it should be basically resolved now. You can try reinstalling your SIM card."

"If you receive any more harassing calls, you can call me again," the elderly man said politely.

"Thank you, Uncle Hong," Fang Ziye said politely.

Fang Ziye did not know the other party's name, specific identity information, or even home address. The other party had told Fang Ziye that his surname was Hong.

If it weren't for this incident, Fang Ziye wouldn't have sought out Uncle Hong for help if he couldn't handle it on his own.

What does it mean when your phone is ringing off the hook?

Fang Ziye never dared to imagine this before. Apart from being a little vain, he was also still a little apprehensive, feeling that the past few days had been exceptionally dreamlike...

(End of this chapter)