top student at medical school

Chapter 587 The pathogen database has been breached!
Inside the private room, glasses were clinking, but they contained only beverages.

"Professor Wu, please come in and have a seat." Yan Huanan quickly greeted Wu Xuanqi as he entered.

Wu Xuanqi first cupped his hands in a fist and said, "Professor Fang, Professor Yan, I'm late, I'm sorry. I'll punish myself with three drinks first... I was wrong, professors."

Gu Yi finally managed to pull the 'real person' onto the table, and Wu Xuanqi's face was right in front of him.

Fang Ziye said with a smile, "Professor Wu, there's only this one bottle today! ~ Even if you want to punish me with three cups, it's not enough."

"Yes, yes, it's good to drink less, it's good to drink less. I'll punish myself with three drinks first." Seeing an opportunity to back down, Wu Xuanqi quickly took it and squeezed into a seat to keep a low profile.

Fang Ziye stood up with Gu Yi to open the wine and distribute it, without putting on airs.

Professor Fang Zhikuan then brought the topic back together: "Currently, our group only has one surgery left to perform for a total femoral defect, but the sanatorium currently has one or two flexible admission slots for each group."

"Professor Wu, there are no suitable patients with bone defects in our current patient pool!"

"After all, not that many intractable bone defects will accumulate in our candidate pool. So, if we want to select another suitable disease as a candidate patient pool, which direction should we choose?"

"Team Leader Fang previously suggested nonunion, while Professor Yan Huanan suggested that we try osteomyelitis."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xuanqi quickly glanced in Fang Ziye's direction and cautiously said, "Professor Fang, the selection of patients is the prerogative of the professor in charge of the group. We all follow the arrangements of the group leader and professors."

Wu Xuanqi didn't joke around; his tone was serious.

The key to a team is having the same direction; having one person to lead is enough.

“Professor Wu, I understand what you mean. But this is a group discussion, and Professor Wu can speak freely,” Fang Zhikuan said.

When Wu Xuanqi's abilities are recognized, others will also respect him more.

Don't say that Wu Xuanqi is Duan Hong's student; Qu Shuyuan and Miao Haoyu are both quite influential.

Especially Miao Haoyu, who comes from Kyoto Union Hospital, whose teacher is even more outstanding than Duan Hong!
Wu Xuanqi blinked rapidly for a moment: "Professor Fang, then I'll just say a few words for the professors to consider."

“I haven’t been at the nursing home for long, but since I came here, I’ve been dealing with cases that other hospitals would find very difficult to handle.”

"The original purpose of sanatoriums is to concentrate medical resources and provide standardized diagnosis and treatment for some complex and difficult cases."

"Currently, in our field of trauma surgery, the most challenging cases fall into three main categories: osteotomy and correction, bone defects, and nonunion."

"There are also several smaller categories, such as osteomyelitis and infections."

"Among them, bone defects, nonunion, and osteotomy correction are performed relatively frequently by external teaching hospitals."

"On the contrary, teaching hospitals or department heads are generally unwilling to take on cases of osteomyelitis and infections. If they do encounter such cases, they will send the patient back to their original unit for continued treatment."

"Actually, our team members also make the same choice when they are seeing patients in the clinic."

“The infected patients are very complex. Generally, the infected patients can be transferred to higher-level hospitals because the local hospitals can no longer handle the situation.”

"However, if doctors at prefecture-level or provincial-level hospitals haven't communicated with other hospitals in advance, no one will be willing to admit this type of patient..."

"Similar situations can lead to many..."

When Wu Xuanqi got to this point, Fang Zhikuan waved his hand and said, "Professor Wu, what you said is a fact, but it's not the direction we're going to discuss today."

“The patient population and the target audience are different.”

“The sanatorium mainly treats patients, not ordinary patients.”

Wu Xuanqi wasn't annoyed and continued with a smile, "Professor Fang, that's why my idea wasn't very mature!"

“This group is fixed and not something we decided, so let’s not delve into this issue,” Fang Zhikuan continued.

"Does Professor Wu have any other ideas?" Fang Zhikuan knew that Wu Xuanqi was just trying to find his own position and was unwilling to express his opinion, so he was just talking nonsense.

The sanatorium now bears the sign of the military region, and its target audience is only special groups of people and their immediate family members: parents, wives, and children. There are no other groups.

Wu Xuanqi said, "Professor Fang, actually the group I was referring to just now was the family members, not just the military personnel."

"Currently, no nursing homes include family members in their medical services; they are mostly for active or soon-to-be-retired military personnel."

"But this is an inevitable trend."

“Therefore, I think Professor Fang can consider my previous suggestion.” Wu Xuanqi’s tone was rather formal.

Professor Fang Zhikuan frowned slightly upon hearing this.

Upon hearing that Wu Xuanqi and Fang Zhikuan were arguing, Fang Ziye immediately picked up his wine glass and approached Wu Xuanqi: "Professor Wu, we were just discussing something!"

"Even in a discussion, you can't deny someone a chance to finish speaking, can you? It's not like I insisted on saying it."

"When you're being polite, you have to act magnanimous, but once people start talking, you start acting like you're old and condescending," Wu Xuanqi muttered.

Wu Xuanqi's mutterings were not too quiet, just enough to reach Professor Fang Zhikuan's ears.

"To take advantage of one's age" describes an elderly person who acts superior because of their seniority, looks down on others, and believes that everyone must defer to and be considerate of the elderly.

It is generally used to describe an elderly person who is not capable enough.

Upon hearing this, Fang Zhikuan's face darkened instantly, while Professor Yan Huanan quickly mediated, saying, "Professor Wu, Professor Fang, let's not talk about professional matters today, let's just have a drink and a meal."

"Team Leader Fang, you said..."

"Let's eat first when it's time to eat," Fang Ziye said with a smile, quickly changing the subject.

If we end up arguing while trying to admit patients, it would be a huge waste.

Wu Xuanqi must not be in a good mood today; he probably thinks he's included Fang Zhikuan in the category of an unconventional 'old professor'.

After the wine was poured, Wu Xuanqi took a deep breath, picked up his glass, stood up, and said, "I'm sorry, Professor Fang, I didn't control my emotions just now."

"I'm so sorry for offending you! Let me offer you a toast first, I'll drink it!"

Fang Ziye sat to Fang Zhikuan's left, tilting his head to explain Wu Xuanqi's experience to Professor Fang in detail.

Wu Xuanqi's bad mood was more or less related to him.

Fang Zhikuan sighed, raised his wine glass and said, "Professor Wu, what you said makes sense. I interrupted midway."

If we really have to say who was wrong between Fang Zhikuan and Wu Xuanqi, they were both at fault.

You want others to speak, but you also interrupt them!

However, Fang Zhikuan was not good with words and not very good at socializing. If it were any other time, Wu Xuanqi would have supported Fang Zhikuan's mood, but today Wu Xuanqi was in a bad mood.
If an old man comes along, you'll have to poop on his head.

Even clay figures have some temper.

After they each drank half a glass, Fang Ziye said, "Professor Fang, Professor Yan, although February is not a long month, our trauma surgery team has already been quite well-established."

"I think I checked our surgery count last month, it was twelve, right?"

“Yes!” Yan Huanan quickly replied.

"In February, our trauma surgery team performed a total of twelve surgeries, which is the sum of the surgeries performed by the hepatobiliary surgery team and the neurosurgery team."

"The hand surgery group ranked second with eight surgeries!" Yan Huanan first highly praised his group's 'achievement'!
He then added, "However, last month our group underwent a terminal surgery. As you all know, the patient with osteomyelitis refused Professor Fang's advice and opted for amputation."

"I find the treatment process for this patient quite regrettable."

“From the time he entered the department in January to February, we discussed his situation for more than a month, but in the end we still resorted to the simplest and most brutal solution.”

"Furthermore, this patient was admitted by us!"

"We still need to carefully consider this matter several times."

"It's not that terminal surgeries shouldn't happen, but rather that they should be minimized," Yan Huanan said, looking at Fang Ziye.

"Team Leader Fang, did you allocate part of this patient's treatment plan to the hand surgery team member with severe chronic osteomyelitis?"

"After hearing about it today, I even went to ask him about it. I think this approach is excellent—breaking it down into smaller parts."

Fang Ziye shook his head: "The two patients have different underlying conditions. The patient in our group who underwent amputation will be in better condition than the current chronic osteomyelitis patients in the hand surgery department."

"It's just that our previous reserves of strength were insufficient, so we couldn't give patients complete confidence."

Gu Yi came over to pour drinks for Fang Ziye, who then asked him to fill the cups for Wu Xuanqi and Professor Fang Zhikuan.

Then he added, "Furthermore, the reason why this patient and his family were so decisive in considering amputation was to avoid ending up in the same awkward situation as the patient in the hand surgery department."

As Fang Ziye was speaking, Wu Xuanqi pulled Gu Yi aside to ask about the case in hand surgery, and stood up to pour Professor Fang Zhikuan a drink.

The others continued eating their food.

This isn't a formal academic discussion, so you can listen while you eat.

Professor Fang Zhikuan and Wu Xuanqi were explaining something in hushed tones. Fang Zhikuan's expression gradually relaxed, Wu Xuanqi's smile became even more genuine, while Gu Yi's expression turned utterly incredulous...

Yan Huanan replied to Fang Ziye: "Team Leader Fang, communication between patients and their families is something that cannot be avoided anywhere."

“If we don’t allow them to communicate, it will actually be detrimental to our medical practices.”

Yan Huanan thought Fang Ziye was blaming the patient's family for asking unfounded questions.

Fang Ziye shook his head and said, "I didn't mean that, Professor Yan. It's just that recently, some patients and their families have contacted me and said that they have a patient support group."

“There are quite a few patients like this among them, either from the same city or with the same status, asking me if they can be transferred here.”

"The answer is definitely no."

"However, one of the dilemmas our group is currently facing is that our pool of potential patients is relatively insufficient."

Fang Ziye crossed his arms: "If we proceed one disease at a time, our trauma surgery team will run out of potential patients, and then we'll just have to wait!"

"Therefore, Professor Fang, Professor Yan, I suggest that the three of us jointly propose to the Director of the Logistics Department, Dean Chen Song, that he temporarily expand the patient pool for our trauma surgery department a little!"

After closing the door, Fang Ziye said some rather bold and infuriating things.

What does that mean?

In other words, after Fang Ziye arrived, he exhausted the database of potential trauma surgery-related patients, leaving nothing left to work on.

The other groups, on the other hand, selectively performed surgeries, omitting the more difficult ones first...

Fang Ziye made this suggestion when faced with this situation, which is a genuine display of skill, not just empty boasting.

While there are many patients with complex and rare diseases, the pool of patients will inevitably be relatively limited once the circle shrinks.

Upon hearing this, Fang Zhikuan carefully reviewed the group's historical messages.

He's been working here for quite a while, so he's never even considered this possibility.

Either wait, or choose.

I've never encountered an "option" that's so leisurely and has nothing to do!
“Professor Yan, it seems that Team Leader Fang is right. We’re almost out of suitable patients in our trauma team. All that’s left is functional reconstruction and a bone defect,” Fang Zhikuan told Yan Huanan.

"I saw it too, Professor Fang!"

Yan Huanan said, "Functional reconstruction is part of hand surgery, and it's not that we can't pick it up again, but we now have our own main focus."

"Stopping out food halfway through a meal is unacceptable!"

Wu Xuanqi had already sat back down. After taking a breath, he cautiously spoke again: "Professors, may I ask a question?"

Fang Ziye and the others all looked at Wu Xuanqi.

Wu Xuanqi said, "Dean Chen and I are old acquaintances. In fact, Dean Chen noticed this a long time ago..."

"That's why I suggested we start by investigating the infection of osteomyelitis."

"We've expanded the patient pool from active-duty personnel to their families, and then to retired personnel or their families, taking it one step at a time."

After Wu Xuanqi finished speaking, to avoid Professor Fang misunderstanding that he was deliberately keeping him in suspense, he said, "Professor Fang, I didn't have a chance to finish speaking before."

Fang Zhikuan nodded, his gaze and expression completely calming down.

"So, Director Chen and the logistics department of the sanatorium have already considered that we don't need to submit an application report, right?" Fang Ziye asked.

"That's true!"

Wu Xuanqi touched his nose: "Dean Chen also meant that he hopes Professor Fang will move closer to Professor Zheng Dahai's position in the future."

Zheng Dahai is the head of the medical team in the surgical group. If Fang Ziye can really get to this position, then the group will have more "beds" available.

However, once you get to this position, there will be more troublesome things, and you will also have to deal with reports from other groups.

This topic is rather sensitive, so Fang Ziye said, "Professor Wu, this is not the main topic of our discussion."

"Since the sanatorium has already made these considerations, then let's stop worrying unnecessarily. Anyway, if the sky falls, there are always tall people to hold it up."

“The sanatorium pays each of us in the trauma team so much, they certainly don’t want to see us idle every day.”

"Let's drink. We can talk about admitting patients later..."

……

After returning to the entrance of the villa area of ​​the sanatorium, Wu Xuanqi took the initiative to privately visit Professor Fang Zhikuan again.

Whether it was to build a relationship or to make up for a previous misunderstanding, the two of them went off separately.

Qu Shuyuan and Gu Yi's dormitories were not in the villa area, so they left together.

At the entrance of the sanatorium, the lights were dim, and the streetlights cast long shadows of Fang Ziye and Yan Huanan.

"Team Leader Fang, have they all formed teams? Why don't we go for tea together?" Yan Huanan said, glancing at his watch. "It's not even seven o'clock yet."

In March, the daylight was nearly halfway through, but it was already completely dark. Fang Ziye was about to agree when Brother Long Jinhua from the security room jogged out: "Professor Fang, Dean Chen and Director Song from the logistics department came by earlier and showed us you. They want you to go see Professor Zheng in the surgical group!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Huanan knew he couldn't persuade Fang Ziye to come, so he turned around and made an excuse: "Team Leader Fang, I'll head back now and meet up with some friends for a few rounds of games."

After watching Yan Huanan leave, Fang Ziye asked, "Brother Long, did Dean Chen and Director Song explain what the matter was about?"

“This is something I shouldn’t know. If I knew, I would be working on the other side too!” Long Jinhua said.

He was just a retired soldier who went there after graduating from high school, without any professional skills or expertise.

Fang Ziye checked his pockets and realized he was out of cigarettes!
Seeing this, Long Jinhua immediately slipped away: "Professor Fang, get some rest."

Fang Ziye then stepped inside.

After ringing the doorbell of Professor Zheng Dahai's villa, Professor Zheng Dahai and Professor Lin Qiaoshan came out to greet him.

Professor Lin Qiaoshan is the head of the hepatobiliary group.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Fang Ziye stepped forward.

Inside, besides Professor Lin Qiaoshan, Dean Chen Song, Director Song of the Logistics Department, there was also Director Wang Bin from the Clinical Area Office of the Sanatorium.

The sanatorium has a total of three administrative positions: the logistics support department, the office, and the medical department.
The logistics support department is responsible for patient transport and equipment procurement. The office is responsible for personnel planning in the sanatorium's clinical area.

As for the medical department, it is responsible for procedures such as approving clinical projects within the sanatorium, allocating and granting surgical authority within the sanatorium, and liaising with external hospitals...

As Fang Ziye and his two companions sat down, Zheng Dahai personally served Fang Ziye a teacup.

On the other side, Director Wang Bin was carefully reporting to Dean Chen Song: "Director Kuang of the spinal group will return to his original unit in April. Director Kuang suggested that if a suitable group leader cannot be found after he leaves, Professor Qiao Yongjian should take over."

"In addition, Professor Yao Zhanzhong of the Hand Surgery Department will also be there in April..."

These people were calculating the surgical team's entry and exit times from the sanatorium, preparing for the expulsion of people.

Also normal.

Fang Ziye had just arrived and couldn't find a chance to speak. He just listened quietly.

Chen Song did not express his opinion. After Director Wang Bin finished his report, he turned to Professor Zheng Dahai and asked, "Director Zheng, are you really not going to stay?"

"Director Zheng, you've done a very good job."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Dahai sighed, "Dean Chen, I've been here for almost a year. I've made some great efforts and some minor mistakes."

"At present, I feel that my abilities are still limited."

"If we stay any longer, we really can't help the nursing home in any way."

"Therefore, I suggested to Dean Chen that you choose one of the two group leaders, Lin Qiaoshan and Fang Ziye, to serve as the group leader of the surgical group."

"Team Leader Fang's experience is a bit limited, but Team Leader Lin has accumulated a lot of experience in all aspects." Zheng Dahai sighed.

Trauma surgery here is difficult, as are neurosurgery.

Lin Qiaoshan quickly shook his head: "Professor Zheng, I dare not accept such a great responsibility."

"My personal abilities are limited. Just managing my own team is already a huge challenge, and I'm suffering from insomnia every night."

"As for the head of the surgical team, Dean Chen should find someone more capable."

Clearly, Lin Qiaoshan did not want to take over the position of head of the surgical team.

At the same time, Fang Ziye saw in Lin Qiaoshan's expression an implication that he should also refuse.

After Lin Qiaoshan finished speaking, there was a moment of silence. Then Director Wang Bin said that he had finished reporting his work and got up to leave.

Lin Qiaoshan said, "Director Wang, let's go together..."

This left only Fang Ziye and his three companions.

Chen Song, Song Libo, Director of the Logistics Support Department, Professor Zheng Dahai, and Fang Ziye.

With their eyes locked, Fang Ziye felt somewhat uneasy, as the other six pairs of eyes were scrutinizing him.

Finally, Director Song Libo broke the deadlock with a smile: "Dean Chen, why don't you just announce it directly? After all, this is the first group in our sanatorium to break through the specialist patient database."

"Professor Fang Ziye has been with our sanatorium since December, and in just three months, he has already treated nearly forty patients, all of whom have difficult and complicated illnesses..."

"This is unprecedented for any medical team before!" Song Libo said, taking a deep breath.

Actually, the reason why he and Chen Song realized that there were no patients in the trauma surgery group was because people from other sanatoriums asked them, and they only realized it belatedly.

The staff at the sanatorium was too thin; compared to a general hospital, there were far too few administrative personnel.

There are too many miscellaneous things to manage, so it's really impossible to keep an eye on every single detail.

So this situation arose: none of them were the first to discover it.

Zheng Dahai said, "Yes, Team Leader Fang is young and promising; I must say I admire him!"

Although Zheng Dahai is not a trauma surgeon, what kind of people are the patients in this sanatorium?

This ability to penetrate the pool of potential pathogens is truly remarkable.

This terrifying combat power is practically forbidden!
Because many of the patients here are "special cases" transferred from the country's top hospitals!
Other hospitals treat seven or eight cases a year, which is considered like a holiday.

Fang Ziye treated forty cases on his own, and all of them were involved, with quite good results; it was not a stopgap treatment.

Chen Song lowered his gaze: "Song Libo, hand the form to Professor Fang!"

"The rules we set at our sanatorium must be followed."

"Team Leader Fang is a professor who has worked in both the trauma surgery group and the hand surgery group, and he has performed surgeries in both."

"So? He's the fourth professor in our sanatorium to reach the level of treating fifty patients..." Chen Song said meaningfully.

"Professor Fang currently has no children, so we can only provide some consolation benefits for his parents."

As Chen Song was speaking, Fang Ziye received a form containing his basic information, and most importantly, he was asked to fill in his parents' basic information.

Fang Ziye's gaze burned slightly.

When he first arrived, Gu Yi's words still faintly echoed in his ears.

"If that's the case, and you've completed fifty surgeries, would you consider arranging a job for your parents and making up for their missed social insurance and housing fund contributions?"

No? That fast?

Fang Ziye hadn't thought about this for a long time, but it seems that he had unknowingly taken this step.

Fang Ziye glanced at Chen Song, then at Zheng Dahai, and then accepted the form without any ceremony.

If it's for some benefit, Fang Ziye might be polite.

However, for Chinese people, bringing honor to their parents, bringing glory to their families, and contributing to their country are probably words etched into their very bones.

No one can resist such temptation.

Especially the parents!
Except for exceptional cases.

"Thank you, Dean Chen; thank you, Director Song; thank you, Team Leader Zheng," Fang Ziye said with a smile.

Chen Song said, "There's nothing to thank me for, generally speaking."

"Each team can complete an average of five to six patients per month, and successfully discharging them is already a lot of work!"

"Completing all this in six months is no easy feat!~"

“If the completion time is extended, then the benchmark will be different. And the benefits at our sanatorium aren’t so easy to obtain.”

"Professor Fang, you should thank yourself."

"In addition, our sanatorium has some hidden small rewards, which you, Professor Fang, have just achieved. Therefore, the sanatorium will give you a bonus of about 100,000 yuan."

"And, I'll give you the opportunity to apply for priority promotion," Chen Song said in a rather official tone.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye repeated like a broken record, "Thank you, Dean Chen, thank you, Director Song!"

The people who come to the sanatorium are not people seeking fame or fortune; their purpose in coming here is quite clear.

It's either for money or for fame and fortune!

If you don't want any of these things, what are you doing here?

In fact, both Chen Song and Chen Guangbai established the sanatorium for fame and fortune.

Don't be too polite about what's given to you. Since it's all given honestly and fairly, if you're capable of taking it, just go and get it yourself.

The benefits in the sanatorium are already very good.

Setting a reward of 100,000 is not a lot, but it's not a small amount either.

Knowing Chen Song's true intentions today, Zheng Dahai asked, "Professor Fang, I actually prefer to recommend you to Dean Chen to be the head of this surgical team. What are your own thoughts?"

"The position of surgical team leader is quite busy, but it also receives some preferential treatment in terms of resources."

"This is also a good opportunity for experience."

"I wonder what Professor Fang's own opinion is?"

Fang Ziye tidied up the two reports slightly: "Dean Chen, Professor Zheng, I feel that my abilities are limited and my experience is insufficient!"

“I had no experience leading a team before I came here, so I am not suitable to be the head of the surgical team.”

"We hope Dean Chen will consider this matter truthfully."

Fang Ziye himself has never considered moving up to this position, at least not for now.

The sanatorium appointed him as the head of both the hand surgery and trauma surgery teams, which was actually intended to give him experience, but it has only been two months.

Fang Ziye wouldn't be so arrogant as to think he could accumulate enough wealth in just two months.

Fang Ziye was following Zheng Dahai's daily schedule, and for the time being, Fang Ziye was not suitable to move towards an administrative direction.

"Professor Fang, do you have any recommendations?"

"Anyone, whether they're inside or outside the sanatorium, is welcome," Chen Song nodded and asked.

Fang Ziye continued to shake his head: "Dean Chen, I am even less qualified to make a recommendation!"

"I'm still young, and I don't know many people."

Fang Ziye felt that Chen Song should know that he was not someone who would back down, but if he tried to force things when he was not capable enough, it would be easy to hurt himself and others.

"Okay, sure!"

"Professor Fang, let's discuss this in more detail."

“Your group doesn’t have any suitable cases yet, but don’t worry, we can take it slowly,” Chen Song said, before ending the conversation.

In Chen Song's view, Fang Ziye's current research tasks are indeed not suitable for adding any more burdens, as this would cause Fang Ziye to collapse!
……

Luo Tingzhu was drinking milk tea when she heard Fang Ziye's fingerprint unlock the door. She stood up, held another cup of milk tea in her left hand, and handed it to him.

"Senior brother, you went out to eat again today?" Luo Tingzhu slid on the ground in her slippers, clearly in a good mood, so she was a little mischievous.

"Put the milk tea aside for now. I brought two forms; these are good stuff!" Fang Ziye said.

"What kind of form is this? You just brought it back like this?" Luo Tingzhu looked at it curiously.

"The reward form is related to my parents," Fang Ziye said cautiously, looking up.

Luo Tingzhu knew about this, and although she felt a moment of disappointment upon hearing it, she immediately smiled.

"If your uncle and aunt knew that you had secured such benefits for them, they would jump for joy."

It's impossible for the nursing home to arrange jobs for Fang Ziye's parents, but it's within their capabilities to help them make up for 15 or 20 years of missed social security contributions.

In this way, the two of them can receive a pension when they reach a certain age.

Only a very few people of their generation receive such a monthly allowance, and the two of them would surely be overjoyed.

Luo Tingzhu's parents don't need this reward!
Therefore, Luo Tingzhu did not think about it in detail.

"Don't overthink it, my uncle and aunt are on a much higher level than my parents."

"Therefore, the ways in which we can show filial piety are also different."

“They all love you very much, even if they don’t express it in the right way,” Fang Ziye reassured her.

"Let's have some milk tea, senior brother," Luo Tingzhu changed the subject.

Then she added, "Jie Han took a taxi here by himself. When we had dinner together before, he specifically complained about how arrogant you were, senior brother..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye patted his head and said, "Oh right, Jie Han is coming to Enshi today, I forgot!"

"Let's go out for a barbecue," Fang Ziye decisively chose to make amends.

Too many things happened today, but the surgery went quite well, so Fang Ziye really forgot about Jie Han's visit to Enshi...

The schedule needs to be arranged. When Jie Han comes to Enshi, as his senior, he still needs to personally receive him.

(End of this chapter)