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Chapter 545 Fang Ziye's Growing Up (Please Subscribe)

"Professor Fang, am I feeling any better?" Fang Ziye and the others had just arrived at the door of the old woman's 'ward' when she looked up and asked.

Her tone was earnest, her breathing rapid, her eyes wide, filled with longing; even after so long, she still hoped to hear affirmation.

Fang Ziye knew that someone must have told her something beforehand, so she nodded: "So far, that's how it is. It's definitely something to look forward to."

"After the invasive and non-invasive examinations, an immunosuppressant is injected locally. You can understand it that way."

"Originally, the two sides of your fractured bone were irreconcilable enemies. Immunosuppressants were used to mediate the conflict, and the two sides tended to become friends."

"The original surgery was done very well. With this intermediate softening agent, the fracture healing process has now begun. What follows is time and some functional exercises and rehabilitation assistance."

The elderly woman has a caregiver and a family member, namely her husband.

He has already retired. He is four years older than his mother-in-law. Her situation is special; she was among those who retired early.

As Fang Ziye was speaking, he walked up to Fang Ziye.

He reached out his hands and firmly grasped Fang Ziye's right hand.

He didn't say a word, but his eyes were bloodshot, his breathing was rapid, his hands trembled slightly, and his chin was also shaking.

He stood firmly with his feet gripping the ground, and only after holding this position for a full half minute did he utter two words: "Thank you."

Fang Ziye gently removed his hand: "Uncle, I appreciate your kindness, but even though I'm strong and healthy, it still hurts a little when someone pinches my hand."

"You're pinching me too hard!"

Upon hearing this, the 'old man' quickly released his hands, took a small half-step back, and looked embarrassed.

He was the kind of person who wasn't good with words; he just kept bowing and apologizing without saying much.

Upon hearing this, the old woman on the bed immediately yelled, "What are you doing, Wang Dafu?"

"I told you you're a rough person, you don't know how to speak properly, and you're not tactful in your actions, so you shouldn't lay a hand on me."

"Dr. Fang, he's a clumsy person, please don't blame him, I apologize to you."

"I'm sorry!~"

Compared to the elderly, the old woman seemed to be a little more educated, probably having attended school for a few years.

But in the old man's generation, being able to go to school meant that the family was well-off; not everyone had received an education.

Here, Fang Ziye and others do not ask the patient's name, let alone the family member's name; this is the rule.

Similarly, Fang Ziye and others could also choose not to tell the family members here their full names, thus maintaining a relatively pure doctor-patient relationship.

Both treatment and receiving treatment are equal; both parties can accept or refuse it!

"It's alright, it's alright. We came to see you today, firstly to tell you that the X-ray results from your follow-up checkup this morning were quite good."

"Secondly, even if the examination results are good, don't rush to get out of bed. You must wait until we have completed the assessment and told you that you can get out of bed before you start moving around."

“Your stomach isn’t very good, so we haven’t prescribed you too many painkillers. You’ve also been on anticoagulants, otherwise you would have developed blood clots long ago from lying down for so long. Please don’t complain too much,” Fang Ziye explained.

Fang Ziye could understand the old man's complaints.

She was bedridden for ten years, the fractured bone fragments remained, and her anticoagulant medications were changed and replaced in various ways over the same period.

Because of taking painkillers, my stomach and intestines are quite sensitive.

Although selective COX2 receptor blockers have a small impact on the gastrointestinal tract, even the smallest effect cannot withstand long-term stimulation.

"No, no, Professor Fang!"

"I will follow your arrangements."

“I’ll do whatever you ask me to do. I’m not in a hurry at all. I’ve endured more than ten years of this,” the old man replied.

"Let's take a look at your activities?" Fang Ziye and the others stepped forward and asked again.

She was already very familiar with the patient's bedside functional rehabilitation training, such as quadriceps exercises and ankle pump exercises, and could even do them faster than Fang Ziye.

Having been bedridden for a long time, she has read a lot of relevant materials. After nearly ten years of accumulation, some undergraduates probably do not have as deep an understanding of rehabilitation as she does.

The old man did as instructed.

Fang Ziye looked at the scars on her skin again. They had long since healed, leaving only a faint white scar line.

However, after the elderly man pulled up his trousers, it could be seen that the healthy side was a full size larger than the affected side.

Despite nearly a decade of reduced activity, muscle atrophy still exists.

It's okay, though. Her atrophy is disuse atrophy, and everything will recover once she can get out of bed on her own.

After Fang Ziye and the others finished their rounds and were leaving, the old man asked, "Doctors, could I take a picture of you?"

"I'm from Suzhou. If you ever come to Suzhou for tourism in the future, please give me a chance to thank you!"

"Just take a random picture."

Fang Ziye didn't reply upon hearing this. He had no experience in handling such matters, so he left it to Gong Jiahe.

Professor Gong quickly replied, "Sister, we appreciate your kindness. If you have the chance to come, we can become friends. There's no need to take photos."

"Your illness has dragged on for so long, and we are actually quite distressed, but more than anything, we feel helpless."

"Thank you for your kindness." Gong Jiahe waved and led the group out.

The old woman's husband then asked, "Doctors, how can we find you then?"

Gong Jiahe and the others had already gone far away.

The patients in the sanatorium are generally from the public sector and have some financial resources.

However, Gong Jiahe and the others did not come here to ask the patient for a favor.

After the group left the suite, they could still hear sighs coming from inside.

……

After finishing his rounds, on the way back, Fang Ziye complained, "Actually, the layout of a medical facility is not suitable for a standalone hospital; it's more suitable for row wards."

"It would be good enough to have a single room or multiple suites. This kind of courtyard is too luxurious. We doctors are tired from running around."

The two patients in the trauma group were more than 200 meters apart.

Although there are continuous rain-sheltered pedestrian walkways on rainy days, it still feels a bit strange.

Gong Jiahe said, "When the sanatorium was first established, it was not originally intended to be a military sanatorium; it was only later that it was forcibly changed."

"So, just make do with it."

"However, Professor Fang, I will report your suggestion to Dr. Chen and our surgical team leader as appropriate, and then see if we can arrange for our trauma team's patients to be treated nearby."

"Actually, Dr. Fang, as you have seen, this single-hospital only accommodates one patient, which is almost too luxurious. With the number of apartments, nine people could each have a single room, and if three people live there, family members and caregivers could also share a single room."

“The original intention of the construction deviated from its final use, so it’s no wonder that others designed and built it,” Miyako explained.

Fang Ziye asked, "Professor Gong, what was the original purpose of building this place? A sanatorium for the rich?"

"That's roughly the nature of it, but it's hard to pinpoint exactly what it is," Miyako shook his head.

This is not something he should be asking about.

The other two patients and their families were in the waiting period for surgery. After we informed them of the surgery schedule, a few moments later, a family member brought a gift to the doctor's office.

That's how surgery works; the treatment results are very obvious. In some surgeries, whether the surgeon can move the patient is clear before the operation.

On the contrary, for some internal medicine diseases, no matter what level of hospital you are in, as long as it is not a particularly critical situation, doctors can lend a hand.

Therefore, surgical patients often have a higher level of respect for their doctors than in internists.

Other hospitals don't dare to perform the surgery at all; they just want to discharge you so you don't occupy hospital beds!

Over time, it's always a joy to find a team willing to perform the surgery. At least you can see hope.

Generally speaking, if a surgeon dares to accept you and schedule surgery for you, it's because they're somewhat confident. Otherwise, they'll make it clear beforehand that they're taking a gamble and hoping for the best.

The sanatorium's canteen provides fruit, but the fruit purchased from elsewhere is of a higher quality than what is served in the canteen.

Huge cherries, plump durians, and juicy peaches...

"Is it alright to accept these?" Fang Ziye asked Gu Yi, turning his head after the patient left.

"If you don't charge money, it's fine. The only difference between the doctor-patient relationship in a sanatorium and a regular hospital is that this sanatorium is a relay station."

"Before establishing a medical relationship, it was already determined whether you trusted the sanatorium and whether you trusted the capabilities of its medical team."

"Come if you've made up your mind, otherwise find another place."

"Therefore, even though we don't know each other's names, we can still be considered friends."

"Even if the surgery is not very effective, we will report to the team leaders at the sanatorium as soon as possible, and the team leaders will then report to the patient and their family."

As Gu Yi spoke, he readily opened the fruit platter he had bought and began to divide the peaches.

"My teeth aren't good, so I won't take them. Xiao Gu, you can take them home and eat them." Professor Gong Jiahe refused the peaches, but he took a few of the washed cherries and ate them.

Her lips were a deep red, yet she still smiled brightly.

Today's ward rounds had a very good atmosphere. The patients' high-quality recovery and expressions of gratitude are something every doctor is happy to see.

Professor Fang Zhikuan, who is usually quite taciturn, surprisingly has a fondness for fruit. He ate a peach, a segment of durian, and eight or nine large cherries in his office before stopping.

He said, "Dr. Fang, eating more fruit is relatively refreshing."

"Take some back with you."

Fang Ziye said, "Professor Fang, aren't you going to bring any?"

"I'm full, so I won't take it," Professor Fang Zhikuan replied.

Professor Yan Huanan, along with Associate Professors Miao Haoyu and Qu Shuyuan, were all relatively young and did not stand on ceremony.

Eat what you want, and pack up what you need to pack.

After almost everything was distributed, Gong Jiahe said, "Professor Fang won't be making rounds tomorrow, so Miao Haoyu and the others should come earlier and try to get the surgery consultation and signatures finalized as soon as possible."

"I have already sent the surgery arrangements to the operating room in advance."

The surgeries here don't require you to bring the patient yourself; it's all by appointment. Just tell the surgical department what kind of surgery you want in advance.

For some more unusual surgeries, you may need to provide more detailed information about the required instrument kits, or add or remove items from the book as needed. No problem, the circulating nurse and the operating room management will cooperate actively, and there will be no gossip.

Since the number of surgeries is relatively small, the working atmosphere is quite good.

Upon hearing this, Miao Haoyu said, "Professor Fang, would tomorrow noon be a convenient time for us all to get together?"

Fang Ziye said, "How about I treat all the professors to dinner this afternoon?"

"I have to pick someone up tonight."

“That works too. Professor Fang, you’re a local from Enshi, so you must know which restaurants have the most authentic flavors.” Professor Gong Jiahe readily agreed.

Fang Ziye's birthday is a private matter.

He hadn't invited them in advance, and they hadn't known each other for very long, so it was only natural that Fang Ziye would have dinner with them beforehand.

……

Gu Yi also went to the afternoon dinner party. Fang Ziye didn't drink; Gu Yi basically stopped him from drinking.

This time, Fang Ziye realized that Gu Yi had a very high alcohol tolerance; after drinking a pound and a half of liquor, he was only half-drunk.

After leaving, the two went outside to hail a taxi, and Fang Ziye asked, "Senior brother, do you want me to take you home to rest first?"

"You drank quite a lot tonight."

One and a half catties, a total of seven and three-quarters cups, Fang Ziye counted very clearly.

"It's alright. I haven't seen my junior brothers and sisters for a long time either. They've come all this way, let's go and greet them together."

"Are you afraid I'll pass out from drunkenness?"

Gu Yi then explained with his professional knowledge: "If I were to pass out drunk, it would be safer for me to stay by your side, Ziye, than to go home."

"That's true, thank you, Brother Yi!" Fang Ziye nodded.

When someone is drunk, you must be especially careful to prevent aspiration. If someone lives alone, it is easy for them to get drunk and die.

“We are brothers, why are you being so polite with me?”

"After you came, my treatment and status rose rapidly, and I wasn't particularly polite to you. Was I too straightforward?"

Gu Yi stuck out his tongue, perhaps because he had drunk a little alcohol, and then he revealed his true feelings: "Ziye, don't be fooled by the friendly atmosphere here at the sanatorium. It's actually the most snobbish place here!"

"If you have the skills and the ability, you're the boss."

"If you don't have these two things, no matter if you're an expert or professor outside, they'll still look down on you the same way they always have."

"You don't actually think Professor Yan Huanan is weak in the real world, do you? Think about it carefully, how does his ability compare to Professor Han's?"

Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything.

Han Yuanxiao was, after all, one of the people at Zhongnan Hospital.

Gu Yi understood Fang Ziye's meaning, because this was what he had witnessed firsthand: "But Professor Yan is also very proper here, isn't he?"

"They don't dare to make their presence felt at all."

"Professor Gong Jiahe is quite low-key in front of other groups."

"Being not good enough is, in fact, a kind of original sin here."

"But it's also good. If you rely entirely on your own abilities, there won't be so many messy social interactions. You don't need to worry about whose student this person is or who has someone backing them up."

Gu Yi narrowed his eyes, looking at the lights that were shining in Enshi, and felt somewhat lost.

The stricter the rules in a place, the less human touch there is.

He had been there for six months and had seen people being kicked out, people being scolded severely for making mistakes, and even well-known experts and professors being reprimanded and eventually slinking away in disgrace.

Because there's no need to care about human relationships, the coldness here is something outsiders can't understand.

As someone from the lowest social class, Gu Yi naturally faced the most prejudice.

It's fair to say that his purpose in coming here was to learn. Initially, he was met with disdain and even his teachers criticized him.

They even dared to let someone like that in.

Gu Yi could only grit his teeth and persevere. In the end, it was his attitude and sincerity that earned him the approval of Professor Gong and the others, and they stopped gossiping.

Gu Yi has become a very qualified assistant. Fang Ziye looked at his senior brother Gu Yi, who had been away from the hospital for nearly half a year. Compared with him six months ago, he had matured a lot.

"Senior Brother Gu, let's not talk about this today, and we won't talk about it later either," Fang Ziye said.

"Okay." Gu Yi understood Fang Ziye's meaning; he hoped that Luo Tingzhu and the others wouldn't worry about Fang Ziye.

Luo Tingzhu, Lan Tianluo, Jie Han, and Fang Ziye's master's student Hu Qingyuan came as a group.

Feng Junfeng did not come. He was still a professional master's student and had entered the standardized training program. He was not qualified to ask for leave to celebrate his teacher's birthday.

Even though he was Fang Ziye's "student," he wasn't good enough, so the department wouldn't give him special treatment.

The 18th was a Tuesday, a workday.

As for why Jie Han and Lan Tianluo were able to come, it's because they had the backing to persuade the current chief resident and the department head, Deng Yong.

"Brother!"

"Senior brother."

"Teacher Fang. Senior Brother Gu." After they came out of the station exit, they all started to greet Fang Ziye and Gu Yi.

"Have you had dinner yet? You probably haven't," Fang Ziye asked.

Luo Tingzhu shook her head. Only she was pushing a small box: "Senior brother, everyone is waiting for you to treat us to a big meal."

Everyone else was traveling light.

"Then I'll take you to eat firewood chicken. The local free-range chickens here have an authentic flavor," Fang Ziye continued.

"Brother Yi, you take Lan Tianluo and Jie Han with you. I'll ride with Tingzhu and Qingyuan."

"This is the student I want to take on, Hu Qingyuan."

Gu Yi looked at Hu Qingyuan carefully for a few moments, then clicked his tongue and exclaimed, "Ziye's first disciple!!!"

Gu Yi's words were pointed.

Upon hearing this, Hu Qingyuan hurriedly replied, "Senior Brother Gu, it is Teacher Fang's kindness that gave me this opportunity."

When Lan Tianlu heard Hu Qingyuan being so modest, he also helped to explain: "Hu Qingyuan is a candidate for postgraduate admission without examination. In principle, the postgraduate supervisors in this college must give a proper reason for rejecting him, and may even have to submit a report."

"That's pretty impressive." Gu Yi gave a thumbs up.

Then we split up and took taxis.

The atmosphere changed again during the meal. Gu Yi's mature demeanor made him the center of attention. He shared some interesting stories about the sanatorium with the others, which surprised many of them.

Having never been inside, I found many of the rules there hard to believe.

The fact that all the nurses are male is enough to make many people think that this sanatorium is incredibly powerful.

Gu Yi's maturity is not about being taciturn, but about having a deeper understanding of the realities of this world.

Your abilities are one of the foundations of your social circle!

Your social circle doesn't necessarily represent your full fighting power.

It was just an ordinary meal. After finishing, the group took a taxi to a hotel near the sanatorium.

Lan Tianluo and Jie Han went to the hotel, while Gu Yi went back to his dormitory on his own.

Luo Tingzhu did not go in with Lan Tianluo and the others!

Everyone understood the unspoken agreement. It's the 21st century now, and cohabitation before marriage is perfectly normal. Even Lan Tianluo, as Luo Tingzhu's younger brother, couldn't say much about it.

After completing the check-in procedures, Jie Han said, "Tian Luo, what do you think? According to Senior Brother Gu, this sanatorium is simply paradise for him!"

"With your abilities, senior brother, you'll probably be able to fly in no time."

Jie Han rarely acted as a "senior brother" in front of Lan Tianluo. The two entered Zhongnan Hospital in the same year, although they entered Yuan Weihong's school at different times.

They usually address each other as equals.

Lan Tianluo didn't really take Jie Han seriously for a long time, but Jie Han's writing ability and scientific research thinking ability gradually changed his opinion of him.

After all, the miRNA that was given to Fang Ziye was actually thanks to Jie Han's quirky thinking.

“That makes sense. Coming to the sanatorium is actually a better choice for Senior Brother Fang.”

"But it was too abrupt, and it completely disrupted our clinical research schedule."

"The types of illnesses treated in the department are currently a mixed bag, so things aren't as clear as they used to be." Lan Tianlu nodded, then asked, "Senior, would you like some coffee?"

“Go ahead and drink! I don’t have to work tomorrow anyway,” Jie Han replied.

"Tianluo, has your academic scholarship arrived yet? It should have by now, right?"

Lan Tianluo's lips curled into a smile upon hearing this: "It's in my account, and it's even more than last year. I actually received the Principal's Scholarship."

"Following my senior brother has many advantages."

In addition to regular academic scholarships, Seoul National University also offers special scholarships, including the President's Research Scholarship, which has a very limited number of recipients, but the first prize for graduate students is 90,000 won.

The top prize in the academic scholarship is only 80,000.

The two won the grand prize last year, and they applied for and won it again this year. The total amount accumulated is quite substantial.

It's very rare for two people to take it all at once, because taking it once would use up many years of accumulated wealth.

Following Fang Ziye is a shortcut; high-scoring articles are being published frequently, it would be strange if they didn't get awards.

If all the teams at Han City University were like Fang Ziye's team, they would have surpassed Kyoto University and Tsinghua University long ago.

"Senior brother, what gift did you buy for me? It's really just a fountain pen?" Lan Tianluo asked.

Jie Han nodded: "I didn't buy anything else. The gift is just a token of my appreciation. As long as it arrives, that's enough."

"This pen isn't cheap, it costs over five thousand!"

"And you?" Jie Han asked.

The two had talked about it before, but neither of them had decided what to give as a gift.

“I originally wanted to buy it; I’d been thinking about it for a long time. But then I realized that giving a practical gift wasn’t a good idea, and I was too lazy to carry it around.”

"I plan to design a small program specifically for my senior, so that he can record some data later," Lan Tianluo said.

"That's quite unique!"

"Can I make a copy?" Jie Han's eyes lit up.

Lan Tianluo said, "Senior brother, you haven't celebrated your birthday yet, have you?"

Jie Han covered his eyes: "You only get good stuff on your birthday, right?"

"We're fellow disciples, we're like brothers!"

"Tianluo, we're in the same trench."

Lan Tianluo said, "Senior brother, actually we don't need this app yet. Let's focus on collecting all the data for the department's research projects first, and then wait for graduation..."

"The mini-program I gave my senior can process CT data."

"It's nothing special."

The two chatted for a long time until they finished their coffee, at which point Lan Tianluo returned to his room.

However, after returning to his room, Lan Tianluo looked out the window and couldn't help but recall some past events, namely the senior student he had dated before, whom he had met in Enshi.

However, they ultimately didn't have the chance to be together.

"..."

The next day.

Fang Ziye got up early and said after going out, "Tingzhu, you have to get up early, otherwise Tianluo and the others won't have breakfast."

Luo Tingzhu murmured, lazily complaining, "I'm going to sleep a little longer. I'm so sleepy."

"Five minutes, I'll wash up and have breakfast in five minutes!" Fang Ziye replied.

There was no other way. If only Luo Tingzhu came, she could sleep until noon without any problem, but she still had to consider that her two junior brothers and her students were also coming.

Fang Ziye is currently in his prime, with relatively abundant physical strength and energy.

and so……

Five minutes later, Fang Ziye pulled Luo Tingzhu out of bed.

Luo Tingzhu's eyes were still sleepy, her cheeks were flushed, and she was both drowsy and a little shy.

"Senior brother, it's all your fault. I already said I didn't want it anymore," Luo Tingzhu muttered after regaining her senses.

Given her current state, having to meet outsiders would only embarrass her.
Thankfully, there were no little strawberries, otherwise she would have had to put on her scarf as well.

"Then why don't you hit me to vent your anger? It's almost eight o'clock, they're probably all up by now," Fang Ziye said.

……

Actually, Luo Tingzhu was overthinking it. What guy would care about how his other girlfriends are doing?
After breakfast, the group planned to take a trip to the Grand Canyon, and then come back to have dinner and celebrate the birthday.

After the celebration, everyone has to go back.

The 18th was a Tuesday, and even Lan Tianluo and Jie Han only managed to get one day off.

Today is another surgery day for Deng Yong's team, which is already quite good.

Around 2 p.m. that day, Fang Ziye led everyone to the villa and made a reservation to go out and get takeout for dinner.

The environment here is more comfortable, and there are even private cinemas, so watching a movie here is much more relaxing and enjoyable than outside.

Fang Ziye ordered two grilled fish and also had a hotel deliver a large table of meat and vegetable dishes, which filled the table.

I only bought one case of beer, mostly drinks.

On the table next door, there was a cake.

Fang Ziye said, "I'm very happy today. I'm really happy that all my junior brothers and senior brothers came to Enshi to celebrate my birthday."

"Because in the past, no one remembered my birthday every year."

"However, I hope there can be fewer of these celebrations in the future. Everyone is quite busy, and I feel bad that they even took time off for me."

"After all, birthdays are private matters and not traditional holidays."

"Therefore, I would like to propose a toast to everyone."

Luo Tingzhu also wanted to drink, but Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo both stopped her.

Luo Tingzhu's alcohol tolerance is probably not good enough.

Everyone else also drank a small beer.

After finishing his drink, Gu Yi sat down and said, "Ziye, you're no ordinary person. You're so young, and you already have to support a family."

“These are your students, these are your junior brothers, and Tingzhu is not only your junior sister but also your family. From now on, you must help each and every one of them as much as you can!”

“In the past, I always thought that being a teacher was great, and being a superior was great. But I completely ignored the pressure of being a superior and a teacher.”

"However, teachers will inevitably grow old, and we will all grow up and become more mature."

"I just hope that our relationship can be purer in the future."

Fang Ziye turned his head and carefully looked at each person.

The speaker, Gu Yi, was the senior student, but the two hadn't spent much time together, yet he was still the senior student.

Luo Tingzhu is his girlfriend, and she will definitely be his wife in the future.

Lan Tianluo, junior brother and brother-in-law.

Jie Han, my junior fellow student.

Hu Qingyuan, his own student.

They are his assistants, and also his bonds.

This is a given, and a reality that Fang Ziye must recognize as he grows and matures.

Nowadays, while his mentor Yuan Weihong is away visiting abroad, his teacher Deng Yong is still leading a team and taking care of his family at Zhongnan Hospital.

Even without the two of them organizing, Fang Ziye alone was able to organize such a group of people, which shows his ability and responsibility!

"Thank you for your guidance, senior. Indeed, everyone has to learn to grow up as they get older."

“I also hope that our relationship can be more pure in the future, that we can become a cooperative team and do what we want to do step by step,” Fang Ziye replied earnestly.

That evening, Fang Ziye didn't say much, nor did he eat much cake, and he wasn't even thirty years old yet.

However, everyone realized that Fang Ziye had truly grown up from this day forward, not just in terms of his temperament and appearance, but in his entire demeanor!

It's likely that Fang Ziye will never be able to return to being just a student and enjoy the happiness of learning.

They also can no longer enjoy the happiness and anticipation that comes from just one arranged meal together.

Fang Ziye will inevitably gradually shoulder a lot of pressure and responsibility.

After seeing off their senior brothers, junior brothers, and students, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu took a taxi back.

Inside the villa, Luo Tingzhu was tying her hair up, preparing to take a shower.

Fang Ziye opened the small box, inside which was a small four-inch cake: "Tingzhu, this is your favorite cake."

"Mousse."

Upon hearing this, Luo Tingzhu's eyes lit up unexpectedly. She ran over quickly, cut it open, picked up a piece, took a bite, and smiled broadly: "Thank you, senior brother, it's delicious."

"Eat as much as you like, I'm not going to diet today," Fang Ziye said.

"Senior brother, you should eat too. You need to eat more so you have the energy to do more things," Luo Tingzhu said.

Fang Ziye found it somewhat amusing.

Luo Tingzhu didn't realize the ambiguity of her words at first, after all, they were now alone in a room with a man and a woman.

But even after realizing what had happened, she didn't take it back.

Everyone has to grow up, and eventually shed that timid, childish mentality to become more mature and generous...

(End of this chapter)