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Chapter 654 Occupational Disease (Please Subscribe)
"Tingzhu, are you tired?"

As the sunset faded and the sea rippled, Fang Ziye returned all the costumes from the travel photography company to the beach. While putting on his shoes, he leaned back in his chair and turned to ask a question.

Fang Ziye had no interest in appreciating the beautiful scenery.

Luo Tingzhu was wearing sandals and a short skirt. She dressed quickly and then slumped into a chair, saying, "I'm so tired. My feet don't even feel like my own anymore."

"I walked so far today!!!"

"Taking wedding photos is too tiring, I'll never do it again."

Luo Tingzhu's original plan was that if the final photos turned out well, she hoped to have another set taken for her 20th wedding anniversary or sometime in the future.

This was just Luo Tingzhu's idea, but at this moment, Luo Tingzhu felt that this kind of travel photography was simply paying money to suffer.

"I feel like I'm about to get plantar fasciitis." When Fang Ziye put on his socks, the soles of his feet curled up, and his feet felt numb.

"Let's go get a foot bath and a foot massage," Fang Ziye suggested.

"Okay!" Luo Tingzhu was a little listless at the moment, but she still smiled and looked at Fang Ziye with a clean face and clear eyes, feeling happy and at ease.

Now, all she can see is Fang Ziye.

"Brother Fang, beautiful lady, if you're not coming back with our company car, we'll be leaving now."

"Remember to come and select the photos tomorrow afternoon!" The photographer greeted Fang Ziye as if nothing had happened.

“Brother Zhang, Sister Xia, you should go back first…” Fang Ziye looked up.

The team that came to photograph Fang Ziye and his companion consisted of four people: two photographers, one makeup artist, and one assistant.

Their shadows were elongated in the setting sun, and after boarding the bus, they surged into the crowd.

We met by chance, and this parting is probably the last time we'll ever see each other.

……

About two hours later, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu had a simple dinner and then went to the fourth floor of the hotel.

After being led into the room, Fang Ziye scanned the QR code and asked:

"Tingzhu, would you like a shoulder massage?"

Luo Tingzhu shook her head: "I don't want that, I just want to save our feet."

"Senior, do you think those guys and girls who took our photos are likely to develop osteoarthritis in the future?"

"I walk this route every day."

Fang Ziye nodded: "No need for later. I think that Sister Xia already has osteoarthritis. She sometimes pauses when she walks."

"I suspect there is a loose body in the knee joint, which occasionally causes it to get stuck."

"Making money is not easy."

"Hello, do you have any technicians you know?" A waiter quickly came in from outside and asked.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "No, do you have any recommendations? My wife and I both want the 238 package, just the leg massage is fine."

Fang Ziye didn't mention that he was there for tourism, as this might make the other party think he was easy to deal with.

"Okay, boss, you guys take a rest first."

"After you place your order and make payment, a technician will come over very soon."

"Is it okay if it's a man or a woman?" she asked as she left.

"It would be best if two women came," Fang Ziye said practicedly.

Luo Tingzhu glanced at Fang Ziye but didn't say anything more...

However, just as the two technicians walked in from outside, Fang Ziye noticed that one of them was rubbing his wrist joint. After rubbing for a while, he dragged the bucket of water inside.

"Boss, do you brew mugwort leaves or something else?" she asked first.

"Just follow the package itinerary, anything is fine," Fang Ziye said.

The woman who came was probably in her thirties. She had an ordinary appearance, short and large fingers, and rather rough skin.

After hearing Fang Ziye's answer, the older sister said again, "Boss, would you mind if I had a colleague with a leg problem come and give you a massage?"

"Her technique is very good, but her walking posture is a bit strange."

"Of course, if you are not willing, we can replace you with someone else."

"Sure, as long as the massage technique is good, there won't be any problem," Fang Ziye nodded.

……

An hour and a half later, Luo Tingzhu seemed to come back to life and announced, "Senior brother, I'm going to buy milk tea, and I'm also going to eat hot pot."

“We think Haidilao is the only option here. We’re not familiar with the food options in Asia City, so we’ll avoid getting ripped off by going to Haidilao,” Fang Ziye replied immediately.

“Okay!” Luo Tingzhu nodded.

After the two quickly placed their orders, Luo Tingzhu frowned slightly and asked, "Senior brother, do you think those two ladies who gave us massages today didn't go to the hospital for treatment? Is it because of their family's financial situation, or because treatment is difficult to obtain?"

"The lady who massaged me clearly had a TFCC (triangular fibrocartilage complex) injury. Shouldn't an arthroscopic procedure have fixed that?"

"The lady who massaged you had a very obvious leg length discrepancy. That should be treatable too, right?"

"I didn't want to say anything at the time, lest people think I was a pimp," Luo Tingzhu said.

"Huh? What did you just say?" Fang Ziye was taken aback and turned to look at Luo Tingzhu.

Luo Tingzhu was fixing her hair, running it down strand by strand: "Trying to get business."

Fang Ziye quickly explained to Luo Tingzhu in detail what pimping actually meant.

Upon hearing this, Luo Tingzhu immediately blushed: "Lan Tianluo is becoming more and more outrageous! He lied to me!"

Pimping is not a very positive term in formal writing, and many people are unclear about its meaning.

“I don’t think the first lady had a TFCC injury. Didn’t she say that she went to the hospital many times? The doctors here all advised her to have conservative treatment.”

"They just put on a plaster and never said anything about it."

"As for the older woman with single lower limb shortening deformity, I looked at her lower limb skeleton and it was very small. It must have been that her lower limbs did not develop when she was young."

"This isn't the kind of deformity or shortening caused by an injury sustained when you were young; in that case, it's far too complicated to treat!"

"We must intervene as early as possible," Fang Ziye said, squinting as he pointed out a rather technical issue.

"Senior brother, is surgery still an option for treating her current condition?"

After finishing her sentence, Luo Tingzhu suggested, "Or would it be better to make another artificial limb based on her existing leg?"

The woman who massaged Luo Tingzhu was less of a cripple and more of a one-legged person; her other leg was only forty centimeters long, shorter than a baby's arm.

So I've always been able to work sitting down.

"From an economic perspective, I would prefer the second option, but from the perspective of ontological superiority, I would consider the first option."

“However, she is still getting on in years.” Fang Ziye shook his head gently.

The eldest sister is already over forty years old and has long missed the best age for surgery.

Fang Ziye felt very emotional. If she had been able to receive intervention and treatment in the hospital much earlier, she might not have needed surgery.

She doesn't just have unilateral lower limb hypoplasia; her diagnosis is rather unique, and Fang Ziye couldn't confirm the diagnosis even through physical examination.

"Sigh, Tingzhu, I've noticed we're both developing more and more of an occupational hazard. Do you think we came here for tourism or to reflect?"

"How did we suddenly start talking about these things?"

"How about we go get some seasonings first?" Fang Ziye changed the subject.

"No rush, senior brother. We're all so tired today. Let's go back later," Luo Tingzhu said boldly.

It means, don't do anything bad today.

“I think the sanatorium has changed our perspective to some extent. At least, after Director Chen talked to me alone, I found that my thinking and perspective have become more open.”

Luo Tingzhu kept counting on her fingers: "Children have access to early childhood education, students have access to education, workers have access to employment, and the sick have access to medical care!"

"Ensuring access to medical care, even for the most difficult aspect, is providing one-on-one treatment!"

Looking at Luo Tingzhu's serious expression, Fang Ziye suddenly realized that she had a unique charm.

Luo Tingzhu is perhaps different from me; she genuinely loves medicine, unlike me, who only developed a love for it halfway through life.

Everyone has parents, one-on-one.

Everyone has access to education; most people have teachers, even if it's one-to-many. At least you can find a teacher who can teach you.

Labor should be rewarded; this is the principle of distribution.

More work doesn't necessarily mean more pay, but as long as you work, you will receive something.

But illness doesn't necessarily mean there's a cure.

Moreover, with the advancement of diagnostic methods and the progress of medicine, it will become increasingly clear that the phrase "everyone has access to medical care" seems like a joke.

The phenomenon of large hospitals being overcrowded is actually a manifestation of the lack of access to medical care.

Luo Tingzhu had already brought up the topic, and Fang Ziye lowered his head slightly, secretly pleased, and said, "Tingzhu, now that you say it, I feel more and more that the meaning of our current work has been made concrete."

"Actually, I went through a period of inner conflict. We keep talking about doing scientific research, but is the significance of scientific research really that direct?"

“Once, I was traveling from Kyoto back to Onshi by train when I met some patients. I heard them talking about how they had undergone malnutrition reconstruction surgery and were able to stand up again. I was very happy to hear that.”

"Although I didn't perform their surgeries, I'm still very happy."

"Today, I met that lady. Although I can't help her recover her health through surgery, I found that if she came to my workplace, I could help her regain some of her functions."

"If I encounter a patient who is younger than her, I can save most of her functions through surgery."

"If it is still a child, it is even possible to rebuild the opposing relationship of the lower limbs without surgery, simply by manually dislocating and repositioning the limbs, allowing the child to reorganize their lower limbs and bones through development."

"Our human potential is enormous..."

Luo Tingzhu caught the key point and her eyes lit up: "So, Senior Brother, you just can't restore that lady's health, not that you're completely helpless."

Fang Ziye nodded.

She said regretfully, "But she can't go to where I work now, and even if she could, she might not be willing to spend the money."

Being a massage therapist is purely a physically demanding job.

In other words, almost all technicians do hard work; the only difference is whether they are miserable or just doing manual labor.

"But that's beyond my control."

"There are only two ways to reduce the cost of surgery: one is for domestic companies to cover the costs and proactively lower the prices of medical consumables."

"Another is medical insurance coverage, which allows patients to reimburse more money."

"What we doctors need to do is to use the best surgery, instruments, surgical procedures, drugs, and other methods to cure patients."

"This is because our division of labor and positioning are different."

Fang Ziye suddenly interjected, "Tingzhu, when are we going to get our marriage certificate?"

"You always carry your household registration book with you, right?" Luo Tingzhu's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she nodded vigorously: "I brought it with me, senior brother."

"Whenever you say we're going, we'll go." Luo Tingzhu handed the initiative over to Fang Ziye.

"Hehe, then I'll take that as a yes." Fang Ziye chuckled secretly, and then went to the condiment station with Luo Tingzhu.

Dinner was simple, so Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu ate heartily, mixing meat and vegetables together, and thoroughly enjoyed their meal.

After finishing their meal, Luo Tingzhu suggested that they go for a walk.

"You can still afford to shop around?" Fang Ziye tilted his head and asked.

Luo Tingzhu nodded and said with a smile, "Senior brother, shopping isn't tiring at all."

“We’re not buying anything today, we’re just leaving,” Luo Tingzhu said.

"Okay!" Fang Ziye agreed to Luo Tingzhu's suggestion.

However, as they walked, Fang Ziye suddenly noticed something was amiss. Luo Tingzhu, who usually didn't have a very good sense of direction, was surprisingly quick-witted today.

Moreover, it seemed that at every street corner, Luo Tingzhu would pause briefly in front of a stall selling calligraphy, and then quickly find a sign with calligraphy on it. She would then put the red string pendant into her snack bag.

"Tingzhu, what are you doing?" Fang Ziye asked, pressing for an answer.

"Buying things?" Luo Tingzhu turned her head to Fang Ziye, her face beaming with smiles.

“You want to buy both of our names? Then you can just buy them at one stall,” Fang Ziye said.

"No, I won't tell you yet, just come with me..." Luo Tingzhu Hai kept her in suspense.

Fang Ziye's expression showed slight surprise. He murmured, "It can't be such a coincidence..."

Just as Fang Ziye finished speaking, he saw Luo Tingzhu bump into a stranger. Fang Ziye, with his sharp eyes, saw that the person quickly reached into Luo Tingzhu's shoulder bag.

However, Fang Ziye did not call out or shout.

Because this was originally Fang Ziye's arrangement, but now he realizes that he and Luo Tingzhu have both fallen into each other's trap!
Two and a half hours later, Luo Tingzhu had run through eight streets!

Then, she suddenly turned around, gathered the nameplates she had bought together, tied them up, and gave them to Fang Ziye: "Senior brother, these are for you!"

Fang Ziye counted them carefully; there were eight pieces in total.

They are respectively: I want to marry you off to your family.

This is clearly a permutation and combination, wow—

Fang Ziye, I want to marry you!
Where did this girl learn these tricks from?
Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye touched his nose and looked Luo Tingzhu up and down.

Luo Tingzhu, with her hands behind her back, swaying her hips and tilting her head, looked exceptionally playful: "How is it?"

"You didn't see it on Xiaohongshu, did you?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Never mind that, just tell me quickly," Luo Tingzhu urged, she needed Fang Ziye to give her an answer now.

Fang Ziye scratched his head, his tone becoming slightly serious, and said, "Tingzhu, we two have gone too far and gotten a little confused."

"what?"

"You won't agree?" Luo Tingzhu was waiting for Fang Ziye's answer and didn't understand what he meant for a moment.

Fang Ziye then said, "Tingzhu, why don't you check your pockets first?"

"And your bag."

"Except for snack packs."

Fang Ziye pointed in the direction of Luo Tingzhu.

Today, Luo Tingzhu was wearing a long dress and high-heeled sandals, and carrying a shoulder bag, a snack bag, and a canvas bag.

If someone else carried it like that, it might seem strange, but Luo Tingzhu always carried at least two bags when she went out, and she never took off the snack bag on her chest.

Luo Tingzhu opened her bag with some skepticism and indeed found something unusual.

There were snacks, boxes, and two boxes that looked like diamond rings...

Luo Tingzhu was a little dumbfounded.

"Senior brother, when did you let him in?" Luo Tingzhu asked.

“I had someone deliver it to you. Along the way, ten people passed by you from the side, but your attention was entirely focused on these signs.”

"I was..."

“But it seems we crashed,” Fang Ziye said.

Now, Fang Ziye is unsure who proposed to whom, so he doesn't try to stand out in public anymore.

Fang Ziye also saw the restraint and unease in Luo Tingzhu's eyes, and the two decided to go back first and talk about it later.

When Luo Tingzhu and Fang Ziye returned to the hotel, Luo Tingzhu discovered that all the snacks came in duplicates.

One of them features characters made from rice cakes.

The other item was a cartoon model made in the likeness of Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu, also in the form of a rice cake.

There are also two 'ring boxes'.

After placing them one by one on the table, Luo Tingzhu first put the words together.

"Luo Tingzhu, marry me."

The other set contains adorable snack specimens depicting various scenes, including Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu's first meeting, conducting experiments together, eating boxed lunches while squatting, parting at the airport, Luo Tingzhu's escape, chatting late into the night, abroad, and returning to China.

This is definitely not for eating.

Luo Tingzhu then pointed to the box: "Is there a ring inside?"

Fang Ziye touched his nose, then covered his eyes: "Tingzhu, see for yourself."

Luo Tingzhu then opened it.

It is a ring, but it doesn't seem to be made of gold, silver, or even any metal.

It's a ring made of white and green jade, but the ring itself is carved with a cabbage. Adorning it are grape-colored, grape-shaped pieces of jade...

The other dish was a red hot pot ring, garnished with something resembling a miniature version of butter.

Okay, the whole bag is filled with food, nothing else.

After reading it, Luo Tingzhu bit her lip, unsure whether it was embarrassment, shyness, or anger.

Fang Ziye then said, "Tingzhu, I also bought a large set for home, it's absolutely original and a 1:1 scale replica..."

Luo Tingzhu's eyes flashed, then she ran away, jumped onto the bed, covered her face with the blanket, and gripped the blanket with both hands, unable to get up.

"Ah!~~~~~" She felt her love of food had been "desecrated," and her arms and legs twitched...

Fang Ziye also lay down on it.

……

The next day, at the hotel.

Luo Tingzhu and Fang Ziye sat side by side, staring blankly out the window.

Fang Ziye looked at Luo Tingzhu, and Luo Tingzhu looked at the rows of snacks, as well as the 'vegetables and fruits' and 'hot pot' rings.

"Neither of us seems to know how to be in a relationship, nor do we really understand surprises," Luo Tingzhu concluded.

"No, I think you are much better than me, Tingzhu."

Fang Ziye immediately stood at attention: "Tingzhu, how about we eat them all and pretend none of this ever happened?"

Fang Ziye also possesses a simple, romantic quality.

"No!" Luo Tingzhu shook her head vigorously.

"I'm going to save them all."

……

August 17th, another Tuesday.

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu finally landed at Zhengzhou Airport in Henan Province.

As soon as Fang Ziye came out of the airport, he ran into a "young man" who was none other than Lan Tianluo, who had taken leave to go home.

"Senior brother, senior sister, you've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you at the airport for an hour. The car is parked in the parking lot," Lan Tianluo said with a smile.

Lan Tianluo's family has a car provided for him.

Lan Tianluo's family is not short of money.

"Are you all alone?" Luo Tingzhu asked.

“Dad suddenly received an urgent mission the day before yesterday and went out!” Lan Tianluo said, pursing his lips.

Upon hearing Lan Tianluo's words, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu's expressions changed drastically.

Luo Tingzhu's tone quickened: "Is the reason he made you learn math?"

Luo Tingzhu's father, Luo Pan, is a professor. If he suddenly received an urgent mission and went out, it could only be a very secretive mission.

Lan Tianlu nodded, signaling Luo Tingzhu to stop talking.

Soon, the three of them got into the car.

Luo Tingzhu asked, "Lan Tianluo, what exactly happened?"

Lan Tianluo turned to look at Luo Tingzhu: "Senior sister, you've been to Henan Province many times before, but you should have noticed that sometimes you can't see him."

Lan Tianluo's voice was desolate: "Because my mother and I often can't see it either."

"What you see is only what you see."

"I came to find you in a very shameless way because I cherish every member of my family."

"Another reason is that I don't want my mother to be unable to see the end of her life, so I can't go any further in that direction."

"This is so unfair to her."

"Alright!" Lan Tianluo said, as if he had instantly composed himself, and suggested with a smile:
"What should we eat? Hot pot, mala tang, or mala xiang guo?"

"My mom's work team had a dinner party today, and she told us to eat by ourselves."

Fang Ziye did not reply. He turned his head to look at Luo Tingzhu and found that Luo Tingzhu immediately turned her head away.

She leaned against the car door, her hair covering half her face, the strands disheveled; she had no time to tidy herself up.

“Take us to eat what you consider the most authentic Henan cuisine…” Fang Ziye lowered his voice.

Fang Ziye understood Luo Tingzhu's current feelings.

She had always believed that Lan Tianluo had taken up all of her father's love, so she hated Lan Tianluo.

But today, Luo Tingzhu suddenly realized that Lan Tianluo was the same kind of person as her, yet she had blamed him for so many years. Luo Tingzhu's psyche might not be able to accept this, and she might even break down...

If being a sister is a profession, then Luo Tingzhu is now suffering from an occupational disease that even doctors can't cure.

(End of this chapter)