top student at medical school

Chapter 547 Professor Fang's Value

"Senior brother, how come I never noticed before that you were so mischievous?" After hanging up the phone in the villa, Luo Tingzhu asked Fang Ziye with a puzzled look after they had kept a distance between them.

When Fang Ziye heard Luo Tingzhu mention the past, he chuckled and said, "Don't you still misunderstand that I have a rather unusual collecting habit?"

"What's wrong with me being labeled 'mischievous' again?"

Fang Ziye only found out later that Luo Tingzhu had flirted with him first. At that time, Fang Ziye was still relatively naive and thought that Luo Tingzhu had accidentally sent the selfie of herself by mistake.

At that time, Fang Ziye had very few sources of knowledge points, so he was unwilling to let go of any knowledge point gains from the results of each experiment.

So I kept asking around for photos.

This habit continued until Fang Ziye went abroad. After Luo Tingzhu became Fang Ziye's girlfriend, she frankly asked him if he had seen any other girls.

Fang Ziye explained at the time that he looked at those photos purely for academic purposes.

He also listed his academic achievements and chat logs with others to Luo Tingzhu. Apart from Luo Tingzhu sending pictures, most of them were sent by Qian Qiaofeng.

Upon hearing this, Luo Tingzhu was naturally fooled into believing it.

Looking at Luo Tingzhu sitting opposite, she saw her wearing a silk long-sleeved nightgown, her figure was exquisite, and her cheeks suddenly turned rosy.

She was hugging a yellow square SpongeBob SquarePants pillow, her eyes filled with a melancholy.

She clearly felt embarrassed when she recalled her previous actions.

Luo Tingzhu quickly changed the subject: "Senior brother, you've done this more than once."

The last time was around May, in Wuhan, in their rented room. It was Deng Yong who called, and Fang Ziye acted like nothing was wrong, acting like a hooligan on the phone.

Fang Ziye stroked his chin and said, "Then I'll be more careful next time, after I finish the call?"

Luo Tingzhu threw the cushion over, and Fang Ziye dodged it before lunging towards Luo Tingzhu. Luo Tingzhu quickly dodged away.

About two hours later, Luo Tingzhu, who had fallen asleep from the intoxication, finally opened her eyes weakly.

At this moment, Fang Ziye was lying on the bed, carefully reading the information in his email.

Some of these were feedback from article reviewers, while others were replies from professors whom Fang Ziye had proactively contacted after the previous seminar.

Luo Tingzhu propped herself up, tied her hair up with a hair tie on her wrist, checked the time on her phone, and then said in a somber tone, "Senior brother, I'm going to take a shower, and then I have to head to the station."

Fang Ziye held his phone; it was already 5:30 PM, and Luo Tingzhu's train was at 7:20 PM.

"I'll go get you some snacks. It's too late now. You can order takeout when you get back to Han City."

Fang Ziye also got out of bed, and while tidying up the battlefield debris, he said, "I didn't want to wake you because you were sleeping so soundly."

Luo Tingzhu paused slightly, then blushed again, this time with a light pinkish blush, not just a shy, flushed red.

With their separation imminent, Fang Ziye stopped teasing his girlfriend and instead earnestly prepared "dry rations" for her to eat on her journey.

A bunch of grapes, two peaches, about twenty cherries, about twenty jujubes, a big bag of snacks, two slices of bread, and two cartons of milk.

If Luo Tingzhu hadn't had such a huge appetite, she could have eaten until tomorrow morning.

Pack the washed fruit in a special fruit box and put the snacks in a snack bag for easy carrying.

Luo Tingzhu had already packed her clothes and other belongings while Fang Ziye was having surgery.

Therefore, all that's left is to wait for Luo Tingzhu to finish her shower and face wash before we set off.

The train station was nearly deserted, as it wasn't a special weekend or a holiday.

It was already 6:57, but Luo Tingzhu still couldn't bear to go through security. It wasn't until her alarm rang at 7:00 that Luo Tingzhu hugged Fang Ziye again, and then headed towards the security checkpoint, looking back every few steps.

"It's alright, I'll be back in Han City in a few days." Fang Ziye waved to him.

Then take the initiative to leave!

If this reluctance to part continues indefinitely, it will never end.

After turning back, Fang Ziye went straight to the entrance of the train station and hailed a taxi.

Fang Ziye had originally planned to walk up from the sealed area, but to his surprise, the seal had already been removed when he returned.

The driver didn't say much. He gave Fang Ziye an extra ride until they reached the villa. Then, while handing him the QR code, he said, "Brother, it's not that I'm trying to cheat you, it's just that the return trip from here is only possible with an empty car."

Fang Ziye could understand why the driver raised the price.

The extra charge wasn't much, just five yuan, so Fang Ziye promptly handed it to the other party and strode towards the villa area.

"Tingzhu, I'm home now. You should get some rest. I'll come to Han City to celebrate the New Year with you on New Year's Day."

"As you can see, the Enshi Sanatorium is actually a very good platform, very suitable for academic research and scholarship," Fang Ziye said.

"Yes, I've arrived in Ba County now."

"I wonder if my aunt and uncle will think I have nowhere to go if I go to their house for Chinese New Year this year?" Luo Tingzhu suddenly said.

"How could that be? They're overjoyed."

Fang Ziye said, "Have you forgotten that you gained a few pounds before?"

"Don't mention this again!!! I haven't eaten any snacks in Han City for half a month, and I've only lost one pound." Luo Tingzhu's exclamation mark and emoji were particularly silly.

It's possible that no girl can readily accept the fact that she has gained weight or become less attractive.

Even though she is Luo Tingzhu, an academic girl who rarely cares about the opinions of others.

Otherwise, who would carry a snack bag every day and use duck feet as 'hard currency' when interacting with others?
"Yes, I have something to discuss with Professor Gong now!"

"Once you arrive, just take a taxi home. Once you're home, we can video chat," Fang Ziye replied.

After Luo Tingzhu replied with an "okay," Fang Ziye rushed towards the direction of Professor Gong's courtyard.

The villa area consists of townhouses, about twenty or thirty in total, and only those with senior positions have the opportunity to live here.

For example, Professor Yan Huanan, who used to be an associate professor, has not been able to move in and is still living in the same building as Gu Yi and others.

But actually, the facilities inside are also excellent.

After Fang Ziye rang the doorbell, five people came out of the Gong family's house and courtyard.

Fang Ziye knows them all.

Traditional Chinese medicine practitioner Chen, Professor Zheng Dahai (Neurosurgery), Professor Gong Jiahe, Professor Kuang Leyou (Spinal Surgery), and Professor Du Donglin (Hand Surgery) were among the experts.

Dr. Chen, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, is the head of the medical team at the sanatorium and also the actual leader of the traditional Chinese medicine team. He comes to the sanatorium at least three times a week.

That's impressive, at over eighty years old, he's still so active!

However, this was the second time Fang Ziye had seen him this year; the first time was when Fang Ziye was just about to come.

When Fang Ziye came here to report for duty, the old Chinese medicine doctor Chen did not show up.

"Teacher Chen, Teacher Zheng, Teacher Kuang, Teacher Lin, Professor Gong..." Fang Ziye called out to them one by one.

He then explained with a smile, "I was originally planning to have Professor Gong review the case again, but it seems that's not very convenient."

"No, no, no!" Gong Jiahe hurriedly waved his hand.

"Dr. Fang, you've come at the right time. The rehabilitation team and the laboratory team recorded the postoperative data for this patient on the very first day after the surgery."

"Dean Chen is leading us in reviewing the data," Gong Jiahe explained, opening the door.

Dr. Chen, whose full name is Chen Song, is a very simple name. His father is Chen and his mother is Song. In private, many people call him Dean Chen, which means the director of a sanatorium.

However, Fang Ziye prefers to call him Teacher Chen.

This is a habit that Fang Ziye brought from Zhongnan Hospital, and it's difficult to change it in a short time.

After Fang Ziye entered the courtyard, the old Chinese medicine doctor Chen smiled and said, "Professor Fang, since you have time, please come and sit down."

"I had wanted to call you over earlier, but Professor Gong said you had other important matters to attend to. So I didn't want to bother you."

There is an old saying: "Passing the imperial examination is a minor achievement."

"If Professor Fang ever has any happy events, please remember to let me know. I haven't been to a wedding banquet in ages, and I'd love to have a drink at yours!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately replied, "Teacher Chen, you are an honored guest, and it is a rare opportunity. It should be next year. After returning home for the New Year, it will be a good time."

"I hope that all the teachers will be able to come and have a drink at the wedding when they are free."

As Fang Ziye spoke, he and the others entered the Gong family's house and the professor's house.

There are plenty of seats inside, with rows of sofas and individual sofas, enough for six people to sit comfortably.

Gong Jiahe immediately went to the printer and printed out another copy of the report. As he approached, he handed it to Fang Ziye: "Dr. Fang, please take a look at the detailed report provided by the rehabilitation team!"

"The row highlighted in red is your data from the first day after your surgery today. The other control groups are data from our sanatorium and some other top hospitals that performed functional reconstruction surgeries."

"A 40% difference—if this level can be maintained, then Professor Fang, your surgical quality should be the highest in the entire country."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye quickly opened the report.

The sanatorium is a very formal medical facility with highly qualified researchers and clinical staff, making it one of the top sanatoriums in the country.

After Fang Ziye opened the report, he indeed found that the test data was obtained through various instruments in the rehabilitation department.

This includes, but is not limited to, the data that Fang Ziye previously used when participating in the provincial skills competition, such as nerve transmission speed, nerve activity, muscle conductivity, and tensile strength.

Data speaks for itself, and data provides support; generally speaking, it is very difficult to falsify, which is the cornerstone of modern medicine.

In modern medicine, most sentences in textbooks are supported by data; it's just that the data has been transformed into theory.

Fang Ziye didn't mince words this time. After looking through it, he replied, "Perhaps I got there first. The other professors haven't become familiar with this technique yet."

"Actually, Professor Liu Huanglong of Zhongnan Hospital also has a very high quality of functional reconstruction surgery."

Fang Ziye said it's hard to say. His skill level is at the national level. This technique has only just been developed, so the data from your tests may not fully reflect the gap between me and them.

That's more than 40%?
You might realize how difficult it is to climb the remaining 20% ​​once you've reached it.

However, since others already held him in high regard, Fang Ziye stopped boasting to avoid discouraging them from pursuing their Dao.

Professor Du Donglin, a hand surgeon, is still here.

Du Donglin immediately replied with a smile, "Professor Fang, you are too modest!"

"Being the first to land is one thing, but if you can also run fast after landing, then the difference becomes apparent."

"Actually, Professor Fang, I am certainly convinced on the surface that you are coming here, but I am a rather rough person and only look at the facts, so it is hard for me to be convinced in my heart."

"Of course, that was before."

After Du Donglin finished speaking, he stood up and poured Fang Ziye a cup of tea.

Upon seeing this, Professor Gong Jiahe quickly reached out and said, "Professor Du, I'll do it, I'll take care of it."

Du Donglin was three or four years younger than Gong Jiahe, probably around forty-six or forty-seven, but he was already the head of the hand surgery team.

Du Donglin is incredibly powerful, and he is the only 'expert' Fang Ziye knows who came back from abroad to work at the Enshi Sanatorium.

He had no prior experience working in domestic hospitals.

"Professor Gong, are you going to snatch this apprenticeship tea too?" Du Donglin asked hurriedly.

Upon hearing this, Gong Jiahe immediately withdrew his hand.

This is irreplaceable!
They simply looked at Fang Ziye to see how he would respond.

Fang Ziye shrugged slightly and immediately said, "Professor Du, this is not right. You are a senior and a teacher, while I am a student. We can be friends and exchange ideas."

"What apprenticeship? No way! No way!"

After Fang Ziye stood up, he took two steps back.

Even if Du Donglin is sincere, Fang Ziye cannot agree, as this would put him in a precarious position.

It can only be said that Du Donglin is too old and has too high a professional title.

If Liu Huanglong wanted to become an apprentice, Fang Ziye wouldn't dare to agree, let alone Du Donglin.

Du Donglin then smiled and said, "Then let's be friends, Professor Fang. You must have some tea too."

Fang Ziye nodded this time: "That's fine."

He cursed inwardly, thinking, "What a cunning old fox! He's cut off my escape route with his maneuvers."

And it's the kind that doesn't hurt anyone.

Fang Ziye took the teacup but didn't drink from it. Instead, he put it down and carefully served the cup with his legs together.

Don't speak yet. If you can say something, then say it; if you shouldn't say something, then don't say it.

He came to see Gong Jiahe specifically to discuss the referral of a patient.

Before anyone could speak, the doorbell rang again.

Gong Jiahe glanced at the surveillance camera and hurriedly said, "It's Director Liang from logistics. I'll go open the door."

This time, no one else moved.

Director Liang is from the logistics department, and he has his own responsibilities, but he is not in the medical field, so we don't interact much.

When we meet, we can have a good chat and laugh.

After Director Liang entered the room, he went straight to Dr. Chen Song's ear and whispered a few words, then said, "Professor Chen, this is the current situation, and it's almost all been dealt with."

"Director Liang, you've worked hard. Please go back and rest!"

"Go and tell Professor Fang about the outcome," Chen Song said in a low voice.

"Okay, Professor Chen." Director Liang then came to Fang Ziye's ear and whispered something to him.

After listening, Fang Ziye turned his head to look at the other party. Director Liang smiled and said, "Professor Fang, you can rest assured that I will handle things properly. There will be no loopholes or misunderstandings."

"Then please continue with your work, professors. I'll be going now." Director Liang pointed behind him, and after receiving a nod from Chen Song, he left directly.

Just as no one took the initiative to greet him, he was only responsible to Chen Song, and he could completely ignore the opinions of others.

Fang Ziye paid no attention to the conversation that followed, his mind filled with the results that Director Liang had told him... So, he only caught the gist of what Gong Jiahe and the others had discussed, which was that the hand surgery and trauma surgery departments should cooperate more and communicate with each other in the future.

We strive to treat as many patients suffering from illnesses as possible and help them escape their suffering as soon as possible...

The discussion ended around nine o'clock.

Chen Song noticed that Fang Ziye was distracted, and after the meeting, he took the initiative to say, "Professor Fang, would you like to take a walk together?"

Chen Song's words immediately dispelled the Gong family's intention to continue chatting with Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye readily agreed, and then walked out with Chen Song.

The others went back to their respective places, not foolishly following Fang Ziye and Chen Song to eavesdrop.

The night breeze was slightly chilly. Seeing that the old Chinese medicine doctor Chen Song had wrapped himself up in the cold wind, Fang Ziye quickly said, "Teacher Chen, why don't you come and sit at my place for a while?"

"At least it's warmer."

Chen Song nodded: "When people get old, they really can't withstand the cold."

Chen Song led the way: "Professor Fang, I know a little about your situation, but I haven't paid much attention to it before, mainly because I don't know you well enough."

"After hearing Dr. Zheng from the neurosurgery department and Dr. Du from the hand surgery department talk about the quality of your surgery today, I decided that it was time to step in and take action."

"Actually, it's not convenient for our sanatorium to interfere in local affairs or the affairs of other departments. We're just a simple sanatorium!"

Do you understand what I mean?

Fang Ziye nodded.

Although the Enshi Sanatorium is special, it cannot wield any real power, and it cannot interfere with local policies or other matters.

Most of the people here are technical staff, not administrative staff. What do they know about policies and management?

"Professor Chen, I understand!"

“If we had to manage everyone’s affairs in our sanatorium with so many people, it would lose its original purpose,” Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye may not be the only one with his own troubles; others may have had other experiences as well. Should the sanatorium step in and confront them directly to resolve these issues?
What kind of special department are you?

However, when problems arise, we should address them, not ignore them.

"However, Professor Fang, you are still more suited to academics, research, medicine, and technology, and should not be limited by these messy things."

"The current situation is that both sides are equally at fault. The person who used connections was also punished because of the threats."

"No matter how wrong those people are, making threats is wrong and constitutes abuse of power for personal gain!"

"When they were thinking about taking crooked paths, they had already thought about following the rules they trusted."

“I’m an official, or I have a position, so I should be treated differently. Therefore, to deal with them, we can only find someone even more special than them!” said the old Chinese medicine doctor Chen Song.

The two approached Fang Ziye's courtyard. Fang Ziye opened the gate and led Chen Song inside, saying:

"Teacher Chen, let's go in first, and then we can talk slowly."

Chen Song paused for a moment, then continued walking.

After entering, Fang Ziye closed the door, blocking out the cold wind. With the heating on, the indoor air was very warm.

Both Dr. Chen and Fang Ziye took off their coats.

"Teacher Chen, would you like some tea?" Fang Ziye asked hurriedly after leading Chen Song to sit down.

"I won't drink the tea. I'll chat with you for a while, and then I'll leave," Chen Song said.

"Professor Fang, you don't need to worry. Those who maliciously controlled the registration system and transaction relationships no longer have the ability to deal with you."

"Unless a small number of people take an unconventional approach and directly confront you."

"This is human nature, and it's beyond our control."

Fang Ziye nodded upon hearing this.

Director Liang mentioned this before.

Those who arranged the connections, the most egregious of whom were imprisoned, were either demoted or assigned to less desirable positions.

The wall fell and everyone pushed it!

They made a mistake, revealed a little bit of their abilities, and were immediately eliminated. Every position is highly coveted.

Director Liang did nothing at all; he simply distributed these materials to other people, either his subordinates or his peers.

Find someone else, and subtly leak the word down the chain of command.

It's estimated that in the near future, about a dozen or twenty positions will become available. Those with clean backsides will be placed far away, while those with unclean backsides will be either given a light tap or forced into the inner circle.

All of this stems from Fang Ziye; Fang Ziye's abilities are too strong!

The results of the surgery are completely different from those achieved by other people.

Old Chinese medicine doctor Chen didn't want Fang Ziye to suffer from such a miserable situation, so he stepped in directly.

"Thank you, Teacher Chen!" Fang Ziye quickly bowed and expressed his gratitude.

Although these people are just small fry, they are not people that Fang Ziye's current social connections can handle.

However, once they secured their positions, they really couldn't cause Fang Ziye any more trouble.

"As for their stolen goods, there will be a result. They will either be returned to the national treasury or donated directly. If you are interested, Professor Fang, I can ask Director Liang to prepare some materials for you."

“However, most of it should be confiscated,” Chen Song said.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "No need, Teacher Chen, I'm not interested in this."

Chen Song immediately followed up with a direct thrust: "Professor Fang, now that you have no more ties, do you want to go back to Zhongnan Hospital? Or do you want to stay here?"

"I have high hopes for you, so I'm giving you the freedom to choose."

“But this will only happen once,” Chen Song said.

Chen Song's hair has turned white, but he looks remarkably healthy.

His inability to catch a cold is due to his age, and does not mean that he is unhealthy.

At this moment, his demeanor and expression are a mixture of that of an elder, a senior, and a master.

Fang Ziye's eyes darted around a few times before he cautiously asked, "Teacher Chen, if I stay at the sanatorium, can I really bring all my students with me?"

Answer the question!

Fang Ziye now has his own ties and his own business to manage; he is no longer alone as before.

If this were about becoming a monk or leaving the world, then Fang Ziye would definitely choose to leave.

"That's natural. Our lab needs staff too. Many of the professors working here have brought their students with them."

“You can even stay here to defend your dissertations if you want!” Chen Song replied with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately nodded: "Professor Chen, then I am willing to stay here and diligently pursue my studies for a period of time."

"By the way, if there's an opportunity, I'd like to do something for my family; I'm just an ordinary person!"

Fang Ziye's answer was very down-to-earth, even vulgar.

Fang Ziye couldn't have imagined how happy his parents would be if he performed enough surgeries to provide them with a retirement pension.

Although pensions are not high, their existence actually represents a certain social status. At least they have money in their old age, and others will see them differently.

Their son is successful in his career, and they have hope for a comfortable retirement. They will be proud to talk about him with their neighbors in the future. This is the most respectable thing they have ever had in their lives.

They don't seek wealth or luxury, nor do they crave travel and leisure in big cities...

"You're quite direct!"

"Then you can stay. I think you have some talent. The book I passed on to Wu Xuanqi has taken on a different kind of brilliance in your hands."

"So even if you want to go back, I'll let you take some more books with you."

"Traditional Chinese medicine is good and useful, but its writings are from a very early period and there is a certain gap between it and modern times."

"All medicine should emphasize flexibility and practicality. For example, traditional prescriptions emphasize the authenticity of medicinal materials, which must be good herbs from the mountains and aged herbs."

"Now that it's less or even gone, we have to rewrite it and re-experience it."

"Other techniques, such as acupuncture, are the same."

As Chen Song spoke, he noticed the flicker in Fang Ziye's eyes and said, "Don't worry, I won't force you to learn traditional Chinese medicine. There are many schools of thought in traditional Chinese medicine."

"We can learn about non-invasive, non-medicinal treatment methods such as manual reduction and massage."

"As for other things, from the perspective of proper medical practice, I shouldn't be blocking your way."

"Whether other practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine are willing to admit it or not, I personally believe that the invention of antibiotics, the standardized treatment of tuberculosis, and surgical procedures such as cesarean sections are all things that modern medicine has brought to the world!"

"Traditional Chinese medicine has been unable to solve this problem for thousands of years, which shows its limitations, and that must be acknowledged."

“But, regarding recuperation…” Chen Song didn’t continue.

Fang Ziye doesn't understand traditional Chinese medicine at all, so all his talk is in vain.

Whether traditional Chinese medicine is effective does not require the approval of the traditional Chinese medicine industry.

"Teacher Chen, as I've said before, it's a great pity that I never got to study traditional Chinese medicine in my life."

"But fortunately, I came into contact with modern medicine and found that it was genuinely useful. After studying it for a while, I discovered that the road ahead was also bright."

Therefore, I would rather strive for further progress than seek anything beyond that!

"Perhaps in this lifetime, my understanding of traditional Chinese medicine will only be limited to the traditional Chinese medicine taught in undergraduate textbooks."

Regardless of what others say, Fang Ziye has truly experienced the usefulness of modern medicine.

Is manual reduction a technique unique to Traditional Chinese Medicine?

No.

It's written in the principles of orthopedic treatment.

As for other cases, such as injuries or pelvic defects, would they have been encountered in ancient times?

No matter how wise the ancients were, could they have predicted that a car accident today could send a person's toe into their brain?

If this could be predicted, then he wouldn't be a doctor, but a god.

Times are changing, and everything we face is changing.

"Professor Fang, very good!"

"However, our sanatorium also hopes that you can take the initiative to step forward to teach and participate in learning."

"Of course, it's entirely voluntary."

“If Professor Fang is willing, I have a lot of teaching resources and many students who are willing to come and listen to your lectures, Dr. Fang,” Chen Song asked.

In the field of traditional Chinese medicine, the master-apprentice succession emphasizes fate. If the fate is not right, or the master is not on the right path, he will not teach you.

Therefore, he doesn't pressure people.

However, modern medicine emphasizes education for all, and anyone who wants to learn can be taught, which he also finds very helpful.

Fang Ziye was taken aback for a moment, then nodded: "I can do it, Teacher Chen."

"If I have time, and it's not a special holiday, I'm fine with it!"

A single seminar doubled Fang Ziye's knowledge points.

Fang Ziye now wishes he could come every month, but other professors are probably unwilling to make the trip.

Now that such an opportunity exists, how could Fang Ziye dare to be arrogant?
Rejection does not exist.

Knowledge has always been one of Fang Ziye's favorite things; it is more useful and more fundamental than money, reputation, or fame.

Fang Ziye's current success is largely due to his knowledge points; his own efforts only account for a small portion of it.

"Well, then they died a worthy death!"

Chen Song nodded, stood up, put on his coat, and went out.

Fang Ziye quickly followed her out: "Teacher Chen, let me see you off!"

……

After sending Chen Song back, Fang Ziye was still a little dazed.

In other words, I only performed a routine surgery today, but the result was of very high quality, even better than that of the other professors.

Then Chen Song discovered this and got a little scared. He felt that those monsters and demons shouldn't be affecting him, so he killed them all!

"Hey, I haven't even put up my full strength yet!"

"What kind of surgery was today? It was too routine, just a basic functional reconstruction. I'm planning to do bowel and bladder function reconstruction next time."

"If this happens, won't a lot of old men and women go crazy?" Fang Ziye muttered to himself in his room.

Functional reconstruction surgery is a general term for a class of surgeries.

If the motor functions of the upper and lower limbs can be reconstructed, other functions should also be reconstructed in principle.

For example, the functions of urination and defecation, blinking, and opening the mouth.

Don't think these features are commonplace; they are essential attributes for everyone.

Most people have them; they were given to them by their mothers, and they didn't lose them themselves.

Some mothers give birth to exceptionally talented children, which the heavens envy and cannot provide. Other children are mischievous and lose the qualities their mothers gave them, suffering from these ailments their entire lives...

(End of this chapter)