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Chapter 607 The Boss (Please Subscribe)

It's getting late, past lunchtime, but there's still food available in the cafeteria.

Fang Ziye was still hungry, so he went straight into the cafeteria to get his food. While he was at it, he started searching online for the key information Deng Yong had sent him.

Li Yongjun, male, MD, chief physician, professor, doctoral supervisor.

Former Chief Physician of Vascular Surgery at Kyoto Kyowa Hospital!
Current Director of Vascular Surgery at Kyoto Hospital!
The two events, one before the other, vividly demonstrate the richness of his resume.

Kyoto Union Hospital is one of the highest institutions of medical learning in China, a hall of fame for every medical student.

Kyoto Hospital, though its name is ordinary and many people have never even heard of it, is not because it is not powerful enough, but because the average person simply cannot access this level of expertise.

Fang Ziye knew that Kyoto Hospital, with its focus on medical care and geriatric research, was an important healthcare base for cadres.

Becoming a director here basically eliminates the need for any further academic or professional achievements; they are unnecessary and undesirable. Those in the know understand the true value of such a position.

However, being a director here is also like walking a tightrope; if things go well, you can rise to great heights, but if things go badly, you could be embroiled in trouble...

Fang Ziye knew about Kyoto Hospital, but he didn't know Professor Li.

Fortunately, we can now search for such famous people online, but the amount of information is extremely limited.

Aside from some administrative positions, his resume was so simple that it only contained this much—

He serves as an editorial board member or reviewer for 14 journals, including the Chinese Medical Journal.

He has been engaged in the diagnosis, treatment and research of peripheral vascular diseases at Kyoto Kyoho Hospital for more than 20 years. He became an attending physician in vascular surgery in 2010, an associate chief physician in 2012, a department chief physician in 2016, and was appointed as a chief physician and professor at Kyoho Hospital in 2017.

From 2014 to June 2016, I conducted postdoctoral studies and worked at the Cardiovascular Laboratory of the renowned Duke University Medical Center in the United States, under the supervision of Brian H. Annex, the director of the Cardiovascular Laboratory and a renowned cardiovascular professor in the United States.

In January 2023, he was appointed as the chief expert and academic leader of vascular surgery at Kyoto Hospital.

The rest is pretty much over.

Is it great?
Great!

If it weren't for Nie Mingxian, Fang Ziye would probably have had to wait many more years before he was able to come into contact with such people from other specialties.

Nie Mingxian had not told Fang Ziye about his teacher's visit to the Enshi Sanatorium from Kyoto, so Fang Ziye did not heed his master Deng Yong's advice and rushed over directly.

Fang Ziye didn't know what Deng Yong was planning, but for Fang Ziye himself, he hoped to interact with Nie Mingxian as an equal, rather than having him do one thing here and another behind his back.

"Slurp slurp!~"

After finishing his meal and putting down his chopsticks, Fang Ziye took a tissue from his pocket to wipe his mouth. Then, he quickly cleared all his search history before picking up his plate and heading to the dish recycling area.

"Professor Fang, is there enough food?" The auntie clearing away the dishes actually recognized Fang Ziye. The food cart was spotless. She warmly took Fang Ziye's plate and asked.

"That's enough, thank you!" Fang Ziye handed it over with both hands, saying politely.

The aunt was a little embarrassed: "No need to thank me. What I meant was that Professor Fang, you didn't have enough to eat, so I also brought some fried honey, which I harvested last October and kept in oil."

"I'm full, thank you, Auntie." Fang Ziye turned around with a smile.

The aunt didn't say much. She knew Fang Ziye and the rules of the sanatorium. The gap between her and Fang Ziye was still too wide.

She could easily find any hardworking woman from the foot of the mountain to take her place, but there were hardly any experts like Fang Ziye in the entire Hubei province.

……

"Senior brother, why are you so late? Was the surgery very complicated?" Luo Tingzhu asked, tilting her head as she continued her work at the workbench.

"Yes, today's surgery was simple, but making the incision smaller actually increased the workload significantly!"

"Simple functional reconstruction of the obturator nerve will require optimization in the future, or a large incision surgery may be necessary, otherwise there will be significant problems." Fang Ziye is very good at summarizing.

Fang Ziye went straight to the experimental area where Luo Tingzhu was located. Luo Tingzhu had also moved to the animal experimental area to be responsible for a small part of the data collection. After collecting the data, she would go back and organize it slowly.

To ensure the rigor of the collected data, the team collects MRI scans of nude mice with osteosarcoma every other day, on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays, until the nude mice are finally euthanized.

The team is currently responsible for three bone tumor areas: Ewing sarcoma, osteosarcoma, and synovial sarcoma. Luo Tingzhu is responsible for the bi-day data collection for Ewing sarcoma.

Because each type of tumor was processed in several batches, there was a relatively large collection task every day, which was completed by Luo Tingzhu, Nie Mingxian, and Liao Jia respectively.

Lan Tianluo is responsible for data collection and analysis every day, and based on the collected and analyzed data, he re-statistics the ratio of chemotherapy drug quantification to nude mouse body weight.

Jie Han was responsible for the formulation and blending of new chemotherapy drugs and chemotherapy regimens, as well as the application of adjuvant chemotherapy drugs. Liu Guo, due to clinical duties, only made minor adjustments to the chemotherapy regimens and liaised with experts in the bone tumor department...

Other, more procedural tasks are performed by doctors and masters in the bone tumor specialty, such as simple tumor-bearing experiments.

The duration of chemotherapy varies depending on the location of the bone tumor; it's a delicate and meticulous process...

"If even you, Senior Brother, find simple functional reconstruction so challenging, I doubt anyone else could handle it. You should contact Professor Liu Huanglong as soon as possible, Senior Brother." After replying, Luo Tingzhu went back to her work.

She is very busy; she still has more than sixty nude mice whose raw data have not been collected today.

Fang Ziye didn't bother him any further, but instead sent Liu Huanglong a message.

The probability of isolated obturator nerve injury is very low, so Liu Huanglong had never encountered such a case before. Therefore, Liu Huanglong's response was quite shocking:
"Ziye, you find this difficult? Then we need to be careful."

"I'll bring it up properly during the morning shift handover tomorrow!" Liu Huanglong dared not be careless.

It might seem like making a mountain out of a molehill, but it's Fang Ziye's reminder.

"Professor Liu, you've worked hard!" Fang Ziye replied with a smile.

"Can you compare to how hard you work, Ziye? You've practically conquered all the specialties in our orthopedics department." Liu Huanglong said in a low voice.

Fang Ziye was not surprised to hear this: "Professor Liu, you have wronged me. I have handed over all the authority to dispose of this miniature circulator to you, Professor Liu."

"I'm not holding anything back!"

Fang Ziye knew that Liu Huanglong was blaming him for not thinking of mentoring him despite having such a big project.

However, that's how teamwork works: the principle of proximity and the importance of first come, first served.

"Are you implying that your teacher, Mr. Liu, is incompetent?"

"Fine, whatever, you're Fang Ziye, I accept it!"

"Sometimes I really want to crack open your head and see how your brain works."

"Can a person's theory be as well-rounded as yours? I really couldn't have imagined it before."

After typing, Liu Huanglong sent a voice message: "The foundation that shakes the world—this statement has truly come to life in you."

What truly shakes the world's understanding has always been the fundamental theories, not the applications derived from those theories.

Without the application of fundamental theories, it's just a castle in the air.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye asked, "Professor Liu, are you going to work on the topic of microcirculation lower limb circulatory cycle regulation?"

"If you don't do it..."

Fang Ziye mentioned this idea to Liu Huanglong last month: the establishment of micro-circulation can be moved up and down.

"Go ahead and do it? I've already started, Ziye, don't you dare find me a competitor or something?"

"No need, our team has enough manpower and plenty of funding," Liu Huanglong quickly replied.

One bite of fatty meat won't kill you; at least your stomach can be expanded!
After this project is completed, there is a very high chance that he will make further progress. Liu Huanglong is not willing to let the fat meat that is right in front of him disappear after just one sniff.

Liu Huanglong then typed: "Ziye, it seems I went astray before."

"I'm always thinking about applying the improved theory of the limb circulation device to other organs!"

Fang Ziye said, "So, Professor Liu, you're collaborating with Academician Cheng on a new research project?"

"Professor Liu, I feel completely wronged by your previous sarcastic remarks!"

You, Liu Huanglong, have a powerful figure by your side.

"Hey, don't mention it."

"Ziye, you may not know this, but now foreign countries are no longer granting our country the core patents for extracorporeal circulation devices."

"If it weren't for the fact that the micro-circulation device is separated from the core circulation device's patent, I estimate they would still be charging us patent fees for our micro-circulation device."

"This project is probably going to fail unless we independently develop the core patent for the extracorporeal circulation device and find another way."

“Otherwise, a twenty-year patent protection zone would lock up our current research projects!” Liu Huanglong said meaningfully.

Fang Ziye felt a chill run down his spine after reading it.

He asked, "Professor Liu, do you mean the patent license for the extracorporeal circulation device has expired and hasn't been renewed?"

"Yeah, it's a five-year contract, and they're not authorizing you to use it anymore!"

"Of course, the imitation of some foreign micro-circulation devices has also been stopped, at least ostensibly," Liu Huanglong replied.

Forget about scientific sharing. When faced with absolute interests, all that's left is patent blocking, not sharing and mutual benefit!
If there are any patents that could restrict China's access to technology, some countries simply can't stand to see you succeed.

This applies to chips, and it applies to other areas as well. Moreover, China's overall progress in medical research is currently at a lower-middle level, far behind the top-tier countries.

"If only Ziye were here," Liu Huanglong hinted again.

"Professor Liu, I don't have time right now, and even if I did, I don't plan to develop in a field I'm unfamiliar with. Taking it one step at a time is the most stable approach."

"I feel like I haven't even fully grasped orthopedics yet," Fang Ziye replied.

Liu Huanglong sighed, sent a "sigh" message, and that was the end of it; he probably went off to do something else.

After sharing his experience with Liu Huanglong, Fang Ziye achieved his goal.

Just thinking about Liu Huanglong's complaints, Fang Ziye felt that many things still had to be achieved through self-reliance.

Otherwise, if we keep copying and imitating, one day someone will strangle us until we stop breathing!

Scientific research is tedious, repetitive, and mechanical.

When Fang Ziye had free time, he naturally went to help Luo Tingzhu. Luo Tingzhu was responsible for fixing the nude mice, while Fang Ziye was responsible for collecting data, which increased efficiency a little.

The two worked together for nearly an hour and a half when there was a knock on the door of the control room.

"Please come in!" Fang Ziye said without turning his head.

Nie Mingxian poked his head in from outside, "Tingzhu, Ziye is here!?"

“I knew you’d be here, Ziye.” Nie Mingxian pushed open the door and entered.

"Brother Nie, don't you have someone helping you over there?" Fang Ziye said with a smile.

To express their 'apology,' Zhongnan Hospital redistributed the assistants originally assigned to Luo Tingzhu to Nie Mingxian and Liao Jia, so Luo Tingzhu was doing the work of two or three people.

"Ziye, you still care about your wife the most."

"Want to go for a late-night snack?" Nie Mingxian asked.

"I haven't finished here yet? You and Brother Liao have already collected all the data?" Fang Ziye asked back.

"It's almost ready, so let's set off first. Will you drive Tingzhu over later?" Nie Mingxian said calmly.

“Okay…” Fang Ziye nodded.

Luo Tingzhu remained inside the examination room and did not come out.

After Nie Mingxian left, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu were busy until 9:40 p.m. After checking that the data was correct, they packed their things and left the experimental area.

"The location sent by Brother Nie and the others is in the city center. Just wait for me at the entrance, I'll go get the car." Fang Ziye returned Luo Tingzhu's bag to her.

Luo Tingzhu slung it across her shoulder: "Lan Tianluo and Jie Han both said they weren't going; they've already ordered a late-night snack in their dorm."

"okay."

……

When Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu arrived, they indeed saw three people in the private room. Liao Jia and the others had already finished eating and were chatting.

However, the charcoal stove was still there, and the grease on the tin foil was still sizzling and popping.

Fang Ziye was taken aback when he saw this: "Brother Nie? Brother Liao? And who is this?"

Nie Mingxian immediately stood up and introduced, "Ziye, Tingzhu, this is my teacher, Professor Li Yongjun."

"Teacher, this is the boss I've been following, Professor Fang Ziye. Dr. Luo Tingzhu."

The lights in the private room were not dim at all; they could at least clearly illuminate Li Yongjun, who was sitting down.

Professor Li Yongjun has slightly dark skin, wears glasses, is refined and scholarly, has a straight posture, a long neck, and a natural smile, giving him a friendly demeanor.

"Hello, Professor Li."

"Hello, Professor Li." Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu both bowed slightly as they stepped forward.

After the three shook hands, Fang Ziye sat down and asked, "Brother Nie, when did Professor Li arrive? Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

Upon hearing this, Li Yongjun's smile remained unchanged, but his voice sounded somewhat unsteady: "Professor Fang, if I had come earlier, could I have witnessed an even more exciting scene?"

Li Yongjun leaned back in his chair, his voice not angry, but somewhat sarcastic.

Fang Ziye knew that Nie Mingxian had worked with his teacher to improve a micro-circulatory device, but the project ended without success after Professor Li Yongjun left Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

Nie Mingxian also said that the core of this topic was actually proposed by his teacher, but perhaps the theoretical level was slightly lacking.

If Professor Li Yongjun went elsewhere, Nie Mingxian would have the opportunity to go with him, but it wouldn't be appropriate to bring his family along to Kyoto Hospital.

Fang Ziye felt quite guilty facing this big shot. He still vividly remembered how this big shot had caused a scene at Enshi Central Hospital with Wu Xuanqi's help back in Enshi.

He clearly wanted to abduct Nie Mingxian, but he insisted that Enshi Central Hospital first breach the contract by dismissing Nie Mingxian, unilaterally breaching the contract and demanding that Enshi Central Hospital pay Nie Mingxian a sum of money!

Of course, the ones who were at fault first were Zhang Mingcan and Wu Guonan from the Department of Trauma Surgery!

Nie Mingxian has already said that he does not have a surgical license, but they insist that Nie Mingxian take the stage and that the two of them will be responsible if anything goes wrong.

With two directors taking on so much responsibility, isn't that just giving others an opportunity to take advantage of the situation?

Wu Xuanqi took a series of actions, directly instigating the patient's family to report the incident, which led to an investigation by the Enshi Health and Wellness Commission!
Oh dear, the anesthesiologist performed the surgery? That's "illegal"! His license is suspended, and he's being internally dismissed by Enshi Central Hospital...

Faced with pressure from Professor Li Yongjun, do the two chief physicians of the Trauma Surgery Department of Enshi Central Hospital dare not shirk their responsibility for compensation?
Back then, Professor Li Yongjun was a professor and chief physician in the Department of Vascular Surgery at Kyoto Union Hospital!
You harmed my students, and you took all the blame. You think you're so great?!

It was this experience that made Fang Ziye truly understand that the methods of these big shots were extremely 'sneaky'.

"Professor Li, you've misunderstood."

"Brother Nie? You should have explained it to Professor Li, right?" Fang Ziye pulled out a chair with his left hand but didn't dare to sit down. He even pulled Luo Tingzhu, who was about to sit down, so that she would stand and listen to the lecture.

Luo Tingzhu was lifted up directly, like a憨厚地地鼠 (a kind of simple-minded groundhog).

Seeing Fang Ziye's stubborn attitude, Li Yongjun seemed unable to get angry: "Professor Fang, please sit down. I'm not angry with you."

“Mingxian has mentioned your relationship with me many times, and we believe in mutually beneficial and win-win cooperation.”

"And I also want to thank you, because it was thanks to your intervention that some of my ideas were able to be realized!" Professor Li Yongjun's voice softened.

"However, one code equals another."

"Your friendship is yours to keep, but I'll also go to your teacher." Li Yongjun still had a smile on his face, but his words were icy cold, as if he were somewhat unpredictable.

Fang Ziye scratched his ear and replied with a sheepish smile, "Professor Li, you said it yourself, we each keep our own things. What you want to talk to my teacher about is entirely up to you, Professor Li."

"My friendship with Brother Nie is quite pure!"

"We're a team when we're working together, but in private we're friends, brothers, and we're even from the same hometown..." Fang Ziye could only try his best to act like the 'parents' and deal with Li Yongjun.

However, Fang Ziye also felt quite confident; Professor Li Yongjun, sitting opposite him, didn't dare to really criticize him or act arrogantly based on his seniority!
“I heard Mingxian say that from the microcirculation device to the extended limb replantation technique of finger replantation, to the treatment of multi-organ infections, and now to independent chemotherapy for bone tumors.”

"Were all these research topics painstakingly planned and executed by you, Professor Fang?"

"Professor Fang's knowledge is truly extraordinary!" Li Yongjun asked, half with admiration and half with astonishment.

Fang Ziye's topic was presented in a progressive and logically rigorous manner, with each layer interconnected. Fang Ziye understood it, but he was still deeply impressed.

Fang Ziye thought of things that others wouldn't, and he even made them happen. That's amazing.

"Professor Li, to put it bluntly, I know a little bit about this. To be honest, everyone has ideas and thoughts, but to turn those ideas and thoughts into reality, everyone has to contribute and everyone has their own module to be responsible for."

“Not one can be missing!” Fang Ziye answered with considerable caution.

That's true.

If Fang Ziye didn't have Nie Mingxian's talent for modifying machinery, then he shouldn't have asked someone else to do Nie Mingxian's job.

If Fang Ziye hadn't improved the theory, they would have disbanded much earlier. Even a large team at Peking Union Medical College Hospital couldn't accomplish this, so why should a group of young people have done it so easily?

If Lan Tianluo weren't so skilled at data analysis, the mice would probably be overwhelmed by the circulation device, and the parameters wouldn't even be calculated.

All these seemingly coincidental events are actually the inevitable result of a combination of many factors.

Professor Liu Huanglong's guidance was also very helpful.

"It's hard to believe that you would think that way, Professor Fang. I thought that since you and your master are from the same school, you think that Xiao Nie is dispensable?" Li Yongjun said sarcastically again.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said, "Professor Li, I am your student, but as I have told you, my teacher is not Brother Nie's friend, nor his brother, nor his teacher."

"Therefore, different perspectives lead to different ideas."

“Oh, Brother Nie and I are roommates!” Fang Ziye added.

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian rolled his eyes and said, "That's just being a pity roommate! A roommate indeed."

“However, I was indeed short of money at the time. Thank you, Ziye,” Nie Mingxian said very sincerely.

His father had spent almost all of his savings. He was just a doctoral student, and although his "academician teacher" had entrusted him with the guidance of his "friend's son-in-law," Nie Mingxian didn't receive much money.

Fang Ziye covered half of his rent, which really helped him out of his immediate predicament.

"Does Professor Fang have any new ideas or approaches?" Professor Li Yongjun suddenly asked.

"Is it based on the micro circulator?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes and shook his head: "Not for now."

"It's not that there aren't any, it's just that they're not mature enough yet."

"Even if it's not mature enough, you can still tell me," Li Yongjun said with some curiosity, his tone more like that of a peer seeking knowledge than a condescending instruction.

Nie Mingxian then said, "Teacher, Ziye and Tingzhu are still hungry."

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu sat down one after the other and then began to eat.

Luo Tingzhu just focused on eating, while Fang Ziye ate and said, "Professor Li, actually, I'm a professional orthopedic surgeon. If you want to ask me about my thought process, which specialty would you prefer?"

"That must be orthopedics."

"The miniature circulation device has many applications. The first one is the surgery on multiple hemangiomas in the limbs that Brother Nie Mingxian performed before."

"Because the blood volume in the limbs is limited, it doesn't matter even if the hemangioma ruptures during the operation."

"Secondly, the mini circulation device is actually a miracle for bone health!~"

Upon hearing this, Li Yongjun stretched out his right hand, pointed at the light on the ceiling, and hooked his index finger at a ninety-degree angle: "Wait, wait... what do you mean by the bone-nourishing artifact?"

Fang Ziye pursed his lips and spoke first: "Professor Li, this direction is a follow-up to a research project in another of my research groups. Actually, if we were to be more respectful, I wouldn't be able to reveal it in advance."

"You can think of it as rice transplanting: you sow seeds before transplanting, and then you plant the seedlings in a scattered manner!"

"That's the general idea. I can't reveal the specific operating modules or anything like that..."

"However, I think there are several directions for the future use of the micro-circulatory device."

"Cartilage nourishment, meniscus regeneration, the development of ultra-miniature circulation devices, and the improvement of intelligent miniature circulation devices are mainly aimed at many diseases in our orthopedics..."

It was 1:20 a.m.

Li Yongjun's smile froze, and he raised an eyebrow: "Professor Fang, could you name a disease that isn't in orthopedics?"

"Is orthopedics all you care about?" Li Yongjun immediately lost his temper.

Fang Ziye did not list any of the vascular surgery diseases.

Why is there so much to say about orthopedics?

Fang Ziye nodded frankly: "Yes, it was the patients in the orthopedics department that taught me skills, it was the patients in the orthopedics department that gave me this job, and it was also the teachers in the orthopedics department that gave me the foundation for my early research projects."

"I can't be ungrateful, can I?"

Li Yongjun said, "No, you must think of an application that isn't in orthopedics, it must be in vascular surgery!"

Having said that, Nie Mingxian turned his head blankly, looking completely bewildered: "Huh!~~~?"

Nie Mingxian's tone was drawn out.

Liao Jia also turned his head abruptly.

What the hell does this mean?

Li Yongjun immediately realized that he had broken his defenses first and exposed his bottom line: "That's it. If you don't give me an idea, I'll have someone else force you to think of one."

Li Yongjun clasped his hands together in front of his chest.

Fang Ziye's mind raced, and he immediately thought of many, many possibilities.

Finally, Fang Ziye moved the mysterious phone call he had previously received to a different location.

If, just if, Li Yongjun also received a call from Dean Chen Song, and he was interested...

There are only a few sanatoriums in Kyoto.

If they can poach people, why can't Chen and Song do the same?
Perhaps Li Yongjun's contract has expired, and other sanatoriums no longer want him, or perhaps he wants to leave on his own?

“Teacher Li, you need to give me a specific direction. If you ask me to come up with something out of thin air, I’ll have to go back and check the textbooks and materials,” Fang Ziye replied.

“Teacher,” Nie Mingxian interrupted.

Li Yongjun glanced at Nie Mingxian and said, "Don't say anything."

"ALS?" Li Yongjun's opening line was a bombshell.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye raised his hands in a fist salute and said, "It's getting late, I need to go back and rest. Farewell, Professor Li!"

Li Yongjun has ill intentions.

Of course, Fang Ziye didn't actually leave.

Li Yongjun's academic and theoretical level is a step above Nie Mingxian's, and is expected to be at least at the highest level of level 4, with a hint of reaching level 5.

Even Fang Ziye wasn't sure if he had actually crossed the line!
Fang Ziye was also just entering the level 5 stage, and he couldn't even measure the opponent's level. He could only say that the opponent's level was similar to his own!
Li Yongjun was quite magnanimous: "Then you should go back and rest; it's getting late."

The crowd dispersed.

Fang Ziye took Luo Tingzhu and Liao Jia back!

The original suggestion was to send gifts to Professors Nie Mingxian and Li Yongjun.

However, the two declined and went directly to the hotel. Nie Mingxian would not go to the laboratory until noon the next day, and he would have to entertain his teacher in the meantime.

……

In the taxi, Nie Mingxian was unsure of his teacher's intentions. He stroked his chin and asked, "Teacher, you're not coming to work at the Enshi Sanatorium, are you?"

"You've already gone from Peking Union Medical College Hospital to Kyoto Hospital? Are you still going to jump?"

Nie Mingxian knew better than anyone how his teacher left Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

"I haven't decided yet!"

"I just feel very angry. They can't even bully Mingxian, yet a hospital like Zhongnan Hospital is causing trouble."

“I have to come and take a look, pretend to show up, and they should understand what I mean,” Li Yongjun said.

Nie Mingxian was his beloved student, and also the disciple who brought together his academic philosophy and professional expertise. Even when he himself was down on his luck, he found a suitable way out for Nie Mingxian.

Li Yongjun hadn't expected that working on an academician's team would be so difficult; in the end, Nie Mingxian was even assigned to the son-in-law of that academician friend...

Of course, Nie Mingxian did have to go home to observe mourning at that time!
"Teacher, there's no need to worry about that. I can handle it myself. If Professor Fang and his teacher really did something shady, this project won't be able to continue," Nie Mingxian said.

"You can operate it as you please, but are the pain points you experience the same as the pain points I experience?" Li Yongjun retorted!

Nie Mingxian shook his head, as obedient as a rabbit!
"I need to investigate and see if this place is as pure and noble as they say."

“If it’s also a case of false advertising, then it’s not suitable,” Professor Li Yongjun replied.

“Teacher, let’s go and rest first. I’ll treat you to breakfast tomorrow…” Nie Mingxian replied with a smile.

……

On Fang Ziye's car.

Liao Jia, sitting in the back seat, asked suspiciously, "Ziye, did Professor Li just mean that he might come to work at the sanatorium?"

"How is this possible?"

"Can he actually do it?"

Liao Jia knew Teacher Nie Mingxian; after all, the two were good friends!

Fang Ziye shook his head: "I don't know either. Who is this Professor Li? I'm still confused."

Liao Jia shook his head cautiously, looking at Luo Tingzhu who had turned away to watch the drama unfold, and said in a very cautious voice: "I don't know either. If you're interested, you can search for it yourselves."

"Professor Liao, it seems like none of the results we found are anything special?" Luo Tingzhu said.

"Then why don't you try searching for Fang Ziye?" Liao Jia suggested in return.

Luo Tingzhu actually did it, but the results she found were even more uninteresting.

The encyclopedia entry shows Fang Ziye's resume.

Fang Ziye, male, MD, Associate Chief Physician, Associate Professor, Doctoral Supervisor, Deputy Chief Physician of Orthopedics at Zhongnan Hospital Affiliated to Wuhan University, has published numerous SCI papers…

It was short and boring, with nothing particularly outstanding.

First, Fang Ziye is too young; second, someone must have been in charge of the resume section in Fang Ziye's encyclopedia entry!
It's impossible to put just anything on it.

"Hiss!~~" Luo Tingzhu gasped. "Professor Liao, what do you mean?"

"Nothing to do with it?!" Liao Jia sat up straight and remained silent.

(End of this chapter)