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Chapter 661 A Smile That Startles the World Amidst the Changing Horizons! ~ (Please Subscribe)

When Fang Ziye returned, Luo Tingzhu was already asleep, and Fang Ziye also climbed into bed. Nothing more was said that night.

The following morning, Wednesday, August 27.

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu got up together. Luo Tingzhu had already finished washing up and packed her three bags for the experimental area, while Fang Ziye was still tidying up his hair and drying it with a hairdryer.

"Senior brother, go over and explain your responsibilities, don't stay too long."

"Your hand still needs time to recover. Don't exert yourself too much recently to avoid leaving any aftereffects," Luo Tingzhu instructed.

After a hand injury, it needs to be practiced and recuperated. As an orthopedic surgeon, Fang Ziye understands this better than anyone. He will not overwork himself to perform a few surgeries.

“Tingzhu, I won’t be back too early either. After all, it takes a while to explain everything to everyone.”

"After you go to the lab, find out in detail about Nie Mingxian and Liao Jia's recent situation. You've been keeping watch at the door, and they don't dare to come looking for me," Fang Ziye said.

"We'll have dinner together tonight, Senior Brother," Luo Tingzhu said.

“We’re having dinner with Li Yuanpei and the others tonight. Brother Nie Mingxian and Brother Liao Jia won’t be coming.” Fang Ziye put down the hairdryer; his hair was short and dried quickly.

"Senior brother, last night?" Luo Tingzhu asked with some curiosity.

Fang Ziye tilted his head slightly and said, "Tingzhu, you should know that the level that Dean Chen Song has reached is beyond our imagination. Even if people at this level use supernatural powers, they will not joke around or make fun of innocent people."

"Otherwise things will fall apart..."

"Let alone the teachers we come into contact with, even the president of Han City University and the current provincial leaders would probably have to behave themselves in front of them."

"Things we can't access."

Fang Ziye has a very clear understanding of himself. He is just a doctor, a lowly, tenured doctor with no power or influence, except that he has a stable job and income that is more than the average person.

They have no power whatsoever.

In fact, Chen and Song did not have any direct power, but their influence was significant.

As one of the surviving 'launch players,' even if the others quarrel with Chen Song, it won't result in any loss of life.

Such people are not prominent in the world; even those within the system, few dare to talk about them.

This is a true battle of gods, without any real gunpowder.

"Senior brother, I'm going to the lab." Luo Tingzhu said and walked out.

Fang Ziye also went out, had breakfast in the canteen, and then came to the surgical work area.

"Professor Fang..."

"Team Leader Fang." Many people greeted Fang Ziye when he arrived.

Clearly, in this war without gunfire, not many people are truly affected, such as Miao Haoyu from the trauma surgery department, and others who remain calm and collected.

Qu Shuyuan left the sanatorium in July. He was only an associate chief physician, had not made any special contributions, and did not have the good opportunity that Gu Yi had to be promoted by Fang Ziye, so he had to leave.

Nothing is directly related to them; these tiny fish and shrimp are not worth dealing with.

Currently, Fang Zhikuan is the head of the trauma surgery department, and he and Wu Xuanqi are considered the "head surgeons." Wu Xuanqi is more qualified, learns faster, and has made the most rapid progress.

"Professor Fang... have you had any difficult patients in your group lately?" Fang Ziye greeted Professor Fang Zhikuan.

"No, we admitted several more patients with severe osteomyelitis last month, but they were all treated and discharged with the help of Director Nie from the vascular surgery department using a microcirculation device."

"In addition, our group has now made the treatment of bone defects routine."

"Team Leader Fang, I have been keeping records of the data here. Would you like to take a look?" Fang Zhikuan reported very politely.

Although he talks more now and is not as silent as before, every word he says is still crucial; his small stature is full of wisdom.

Professor Fang Zhikuan is from 301 Hospital. It's unlikely that anything bad would happen in his unit that would require Fang Zhikuan to go back and clean up the mess.

"Has Professor Yan decided to leave in September?" Fang Ziye changed the subject and asked.

Although Yan Huanan's individual strength is average compared to others in the group, he is actually a very strong person, even slightly better than Professor Han Yuanxiao in his own department. However, he is not as experienced and mature as Fang Zhikuan.

Fang Zhikuan said, "Professor Yan has been here for over a year. He himself wants to go back."

By chance, every encounter is bound to end in separation.

Yan Huanan only came here for the sake of getting a promotion.

Speak of the devil, and he appears. Yan Huanan stretched his long neck and circled Fang Ziye twice: "Oh, so Team Leader Fang has been released by the young lady of Yu City?"

Yan Huanan was a shrewd and eloquent man. He also knew that Luo Tingzhu was from Yu City.

When Fang Ziye returned, Yan Huanan wanted to visit him, but Luo Tingzhu politely declined.

"Good morning, Team Leader Fang." Professor Du Donglin from the Department of Hand Surgery also came in.

"Good morning, Professor Yan; good morning, Professor Du..." Fang Ziye smiled at the two of them.

The hand surgery department is still headed by Professors Du Donglin and Ye Fusheng. Professor Yao Zhanzhong from Liyuan Hospital in Wuhan had already returned to the hospital in early August, so the two of them arrived late...

After meeting with about a group of people, Senior Brother Gu Yi came to Fang Ziye's side and whispered, "Ziye, after you took your leave last month, Professor Guan Liangfeng from the Department of Spinal Surgery has already gone back. There are rumors that Professor Qiao Yongjian will also be going back soon."

"Professor Lin Qiaoshan of the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department is confirmed to be leaving next month. Professor Su Haijian will also be returning."

"Isn't Professor Su staying at the sanatorium full-time? Where is he going back to?" Fang Ziye interjected.

Su Haijian, a surgeon in the hepatobiliary surgery department, is one of the few in the surgical team who was signed full-time by Dean Chen Song and is one of the reserve pillars of the surgery department.

"Go abroad. Go to Australia, annual salary of 550,000 US dollars after tax!" Gu Yi said.

Well, even a nursing home wouldn't be able to afford that much money.

Everyone has his own ambitions.

Sanatoriums also face various forms of dismantling, and some are self-dismantled within the sanatorium itself. For example, Professor Tang Henian of neurosurgery was forced to return to his original unit because of insufficient contributions within the sanatorium.

As a result, it seems that nearly half of the surgical team has fallen apart. Apart from the newly established vascular surgery department, some of the surgical professors in the other groups have left.

“Yes, I understand. There’s a reason for everything,” Fang Ziye replied.

Nursing homes don't house idlers, but capable people will be moved out. The current shocks combined with the existing system were bound to lead to the current situation. As long as the overall framework hasn't collapsed, it's fine.

Just as Fang Ziye was thinking, Wu Xuanqi walked in from outside, and hurriedly checked the time before walking up to Professor Fang Zhikuan to look at his watch: "Professor Fang, it's exactly 8:59, you're not late."

Fang Zhikuan laughed and said, "Even if you're late, Professor Wu, I wouldn't dare criticize you."

Everyone laughed.

When it was time to start work, the casual conversation ended, and Professors Du Donglin and Fang Zhikuan gave Fang Ziye a brief overview of the types of diseases among the patients in the current group.

There were three patients in the trauma surgery department: one with severe osteomyelitis, and two with bone defects. All of them were postoperative, and the situation was under control. Fang Ziye also participated in the preoperative discussion online.

There were only two patients in the hand surgery department: one was undergoing limb-sparing surgery for moderate diabetic foot, and the other was undergoing functional reconstruction surgery. Both were preoperative and within Professor Du Donglin's capabilities.

After the report, those who were supposed to go on patrol still led their teams to patrol, and even Professor Yan Huanan, who was about to return, did not disappear.

However, Fang Ziye did not participate in the inspection, but stayed in the treatment area to continue reviewing the patient's data records.

After the inspection, Fang Zhikuan and Yan Huanan returned to the work area and said, "Professor Fang, Professor Yan and I have some things to attend to, so we'll be leaving now."

"All the patients are post-operative. One patient will be discharged today. We have already discussed the patients we plan to admit."

"Wait a minute, Professor Fang, it's like this, starting next month I need to continue taking leave..." Fang Ziye quickly stood up and stopped Fang Zhikuan.

Fang Zhikuan and Yan Huanan were taken aback upon hearing this. They turned to look at him, and Fang Zhikuan asked anxiously, "Team Leader Fang, you want to ask for leave? Why?"

After saying that, Fang Zhikuan looked at Yan Huanan and said, "Professor Yan, I'm not free today. Let's make an appointment another time."

Clearly, what Fang Ziye told him was more important than what he was supposed to do with Yan Huanan.

"I need to go back to Zhongnan Hospital and stay there for a while," Fang Ziye explained.

Upon hearing this, Yan Huanan's eyes flickered slightly, and he slipped out the door with his fists clasped in a fist salute.

He was going back. The many things at the sanatorium were no longer of much concern to him. Moreover, he could guess that Fang Ziye's return was probably for the same reason.

The sanatorium, however, has a deeper affection for Fang Ziye and will continue to try to keep him there.

The treatment is completely different.

The difference in their abilities was too great, and he was afraid that staying to listen would breed jealousy, so he figured it was better to be straightforward...

After explaining his reasons for returning, Fang Ziye said, "Professor Fang, for the next period of time, you and Professor Wu will probably have to work together to do a good job in the clinical work."

"You are also the well-deserved leader of our group, and I will continue to take time off from work."

Fang Zhikuan looked troubled: "This?"

“At this time of year, it’s not a good sign that Team Leader Fang is taking leave from his job. If things go wrong, our trauma team might even face disbandment.”

"The sanatorium had originally planned to do this."

"Professor Fang, that shouldn't be the case," Fang Ziye replied.

Wu Xuanqi remained silent throughout the entire event, while Miao Haoyu and Gu Yi acted as if they didn't hear anything, serving as mere tools for writing medical records and prescriptions, only listening intently to gossip.

"Sigh, I don't know what's going on lately. People are leaving, but hardly anyone is coming..." Fang Zhikuan sighed.

Clearly, Chen Song and others did not tell Fang Zhikuan what had happened at the sanatorium, or at least did not explain it in detail.

Fang Zhikuan has been here for a long time. He is used to coming and going, but not used to only going out and not coming in.

"Maybe things just happened all at once..."

"Professor Fang, the surgery we had in July, the postoperative prognosis is pretty good, right? I didn't see the follow-up data in the group chat," Fang Ziye asked.

Fang Ziye was the chief surgeon in July, but he was a little uneasy because he hadn't received the follow-up data one month after the surgery.

"Ziye, I've already prepared it, but I haven't had time to send it out yet. I'll send it out tonight after I get back."

“No problem,” Gu Yi replied immediately.

"Okay, sure." Fang Ziye trusted Gu Yi.

Fang Ziye then handed over the reins to Professor Fang Zhikuan for a while, and Fang Zhikuan could only accept the fact that Fang Ziye would be leaving temporarily.

"Team Leader Fang, I'll go back and study the case database carefully. Your sudden departure makes me even more uneasy." Fang Zhikuan left in a hurry.

Although he was skilled in technology and had been a co-leader when the Gong family and Professor were around, he had never actually served as a leader on his own and later worked under Fang Ziye.

He clearly felt that leading a group alone in the sanatorium was very stressful and needed to prepare early.

Fang Ziye's incident happened suddenly, only appearing last night, and Fang Ziye could not have foreseen it in advance.

Of course, Professor Fang Zhikuan demanded Fang Ziye's 'promise' that he could come over for consultation and surgery at any time!
After that, Fang Ziye chatted for a while with Professor Du Donglin and Professor Ye Fusheng from the Department of Hand Surgery...

After their conversation, Wu Xuanqi, arms crossed, suggested, "Ziye, Grandpa Zhang is currently in the traditional Chinese medicine group at the sanatorium. Shall we go and visit him together?"

"Okay!~"

"Brother Qi, is that system definitely been improved? The current prosthetic system is much more intelligent and safer than before, right?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Don't worry, we made improvements in May after we found the problem. But this time, just to be on the safe side, we had some people test it for two months before we dared to let Grandpa Zhang use it."

"The feedback from the volunteers in our first batch of clinical trials was excellent. We collected detailed data, and the improvement in their function was significant."

“Grandpa Zhang originally planned to go back after getting the prosthetic limb. After all, he was used to the assistance of the prosthetic limb, and suddenly taking it away for a few months would be very difficult for him. But we insisted that he stay at Jiguan for a few more days.” Wu Xuanqi’s tone was earnest.

As the two walked out of the treatment area and passed through the corridors connecting the office area and various courtyards, Fang Ziye asked, "Brother Qi, what are your plans for handling that matter?"

"Thank goodness, that scared me to death."

"The case was solved that very night. When the man came out, he was completely drunk and had even driven his car off the overpass and overturned. He had no prior record of any accident."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"This person has a rather impulsive personality..."

At this point, Wu Xuanqi gritted his teeth and said, "From my perspective, my relationship with him is not that of doctor and patient, but that of enemies. I feel particularly relieved that he has ended up like this."

Wu Xuanqi probably also thought about what he would experience after losing his memory, and he really hated him to the core.

"Brother Qi, what exactly was this person's reason for joining the department in the first place? Do you remember? Or did Teacher Duan and the others investigate in detail?" Fang Ziye continued to press.

Fang Ziye certainly remembered what Chen Song had said last night.

“He was originally Professor Xue Yuhui’s patient. He had lower limb deformity. After the surgery, his lower limbs were basically the same length, but he was still somewhat lame. He was not satisfied with this and felt that the surgery was not done well.”

"I don't know where he heard that suing Professor Xue would get him compensation, so he went ahead and sued him. But Ziye, as you know, patients like him with obvious lower limb deformities can have their lower limbs restored through reconstruction surgery."

"This is already an exceptionally high level of skill in our trauma surgery department. Even professional committees around the world wouldn't dare say that Professor Xue's surgeries aren't good enough. They've long surpassed the average level."

"He lost the case and even had to pay out of his own pocket to fight it, so he assumed that Professor Xue had pulled some strings. He came to the hospital, but Professor Xue wasn't there that day; I was on duty..."

"These are all other people's memories; I don't remember any of them myself."

"Anyone who thinks about making money with this kind of thing is no good either," Wu Xuanqi said bitterly at the end.

"Oh, I see." Fang Ziye nodded.

He thought to himself, "If that's the case, then this matter has nothing to do with my teachers. Why did Chen Song ask me to convey this message to them?"

Does Deng Yong really have such great power that he can instigate patients to fight and file complaints?

If Deng Yong had indeed been in contact with the patient, it would have been detected long ago. Don't dwell on things you can't understand.

Fang Ziye and Wu Xuanqi soon arrived at Old Master Zhang's courtyard.

However, as soon as the two entered, they saw a large group of people gathered together, including the elderly and the young, dressed in various styles.

However, their only similarity is that they are both missing legs.

There were amputations of the knee joint that was missing half, amputations of the thigh that were missing most of the leg, and amputations of the lower leg that were missing a small part of the leg.

Apart from Mr. Zhang, most of the others were relatively young, mostly in their thirties or forties, with a few around fifty years old.

They huddled together, chatting and laughing, while a few people walked normally in line, their gait showing no abnormalities. The people around them watched and cheered, their faces beaming with smiles.

Wu Xuanqi said, "This time we not only brought Professor Zhang's prosthetic limb, but Dean Chen Song also specially ordered a batch for trial use. These people are the second batch of clinical trial volunteers."

"The results so far seem pretty good..."

Wu Xuanqi's voice mingled with the noise from afar.

"It's so effortless, it doesn't take any effort at all. It's like I'm not carrying this thing at all. It's much better than other prosthetics. I feel light and free."

"Old Zhang, why don't you take a few steps? You'll definitely look even more imposing when you walk," someone suggested.

Fang Ziye and Wu Xuanqi observed from a distance for a while, and only after seeing that Old Master Zhang's affected limb looked more flexible and lighter than his healthy limb did they happily step forward.

"Old Zhang, you've gone well." Wu Xuanqi and Fang Ziye, both still in their white coats, simply bowed slightly as they approached and said.

Upon hearing this, a group of people turned around: "Professor Wu...Professor Wu..."

Most people only know Wu Xuanqi, because Wu Xuanqi has been the one contacting them recently. Only Grandpa Zhang knows Fang Ziye.

After they finished greeting Wu Xuanqi, they said enthusiastically, "Dr. Fang, look at me, do you think I'm doing well?"

He walked steadily toward Fang Ziye, his back straight but slightly hunched. Although he lacked the youthful vigor of a young man, he still appeared very robust.

"Very good, you walked very well. Old Zhang, your physique looks even better than mine," Fang Ziye said, deliberately feigning insincerity.

"Hi."

"How can anyone compare to a young man like you, Dr. Fang?"

"I was bedridden for more than ten years, but now I can stand up freely and walk without any difficulty. I am in a very good mood."

"Dr. Fang, we have to thank you and Professor Wu for all of this..." Old Zhang gripped Fang Ziye's right hand tightly with both hands, his expression sincere.

He was the person involved, and this AI prosthetic limb was the first one "developed" for him. Moreover, when he was hospitalized, Fang Ziye would visit him individually every day after his rounds and collect the first batch of raw data.

He naturally remembered every single thing they did.

Fang Ziye knew that Elder Zhang was someone who easily remembered the good things others did, but felt that what he had done was insignificant.

"Of course, as long as you find it useful, Mr. Zhang."

"And you guys, what do you think of its performance?" Fang Ziye asked, turning his head.

"It's useful. If this thing had come out sooner, my child would be walking by now," a man in his thirties said with a smile.

He thought it was a joke, but no one laughed along; instead, they all looked at him.

The volunteers who came here did not know each other from the beginning.

He quickly explained, "She was just my girlfriend back then, not my wife."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, it was a free-choice relationship, we didn't get married, so it's not like I was rejected or seduced.

People can easily empathize with each other on a grand scale, but when it comes to their own personalities, many people become more pragmatic.

Fang Ziye then said, "Brother, you're so handsome, you're sure to find a good sister-in-law."

Fang Ziye didn't say "better." Since the previous one didn't stay with him, she didn't deserve the words "worse."

"Haha, finding a wife is just like that, two legs and two eyes..."

"Then you shouldn't look for a wife who's too good-looking, otherwise you won't be able to handle her," someone advised based on their own experience.

He has no ill intentions.

Most of the people who come here are former members of various military units or special missions, so there is no mockery.

Moreover, compared to other patients with similar conditions, there is an extra special feeling and sense of belonging.

"Old Zhang, I could hear you laughing from next door, and you were laughing so loudly." A very sweet voice came from the courtyard gate, followed by a tall girl walking in.

She has delicate features, a slender neck, and a beautiful face, especially her large, very expressive eyes.

Her jeans were very fitted, which surprised Fang Ziye.

An older man said, "Little Song, you look more beautiful than many women when you dress up."

"Maybe you'd be the perfect Lin Daiyu if she fell from the sky..."

"This is Professor Fang, and this is Dr. Wu. The AI ​​prosthetic we are using now was developed by these two. It's so much better than the prosthetics we used before," another person said.

"Oh, Professor Wu is here too." Upon hearing this, the girl first looked at Wu Xuanqi, and then glanced at Fang Ziye. Her eyes suddenly sparkled, and her face flushed slightly.

"Professor Fang." She approached and greeted him, a little nervous but trying to appear poised and confident.

My lady, my gentleman is good.

A refined gentleman, a thoughtful lady.

Men and women are the same.

This man named Xiao Song possessed a masculine charm and had a very outgoing personality. He quickly became friends with Fang Ziye and the others.

Fang Ziye pricked up his ears, listening to their conversation and jokes, quietly watching as everyone casually cast aside all the bittersweet memories of the past...

Some people were even joking.

"Professor Wu has a wife, Professor Fang, do you have a girlfriend? I think Xiao Song and you are a good match!" someone started to tease.

Song Ning felt a little shy upon hearing this, but quickly suppressed it and explained, "Brother Qiu, don't joke around. Professor Fang is a great expert who has read many books. My level of education is not worthy of him."

Fang Ziye then said tactfully, "Brother Qiu, it's a pity I already have a girlfriend, and she's from City Yu."

When Fang Ziye spoke, Song Ning's expression showed slight disappointment, but she quickly relaxed.

Someone as handsome and successful as Fang Ziye would be strange if he didn't have a girlfriend.

Good men are in high demand.

“Oh, Sichuan and Chongqing are famous for henpecked husbands.” Someone immediately chimed in.

"Among us brothers, are there any sisters-in-law or wives who are also from Sichuan or Chongqing?" someone asked again.

The two silently raised their hands.

After a period of playful banter, Fang Ziye and Wu Xuanqi were both certain that the current safety of artificial limbs was excellent and their practicality was very strong, so they got up to say goodbye.

As Fang Ziye stood up, the man called Brother Qiu said, "Professor Fang, are you free today? Shall we go out for a drink together?"

"I'll treat you."

"This is just a small token of my gratitude."

"Why are you inviting me? Let's go together! Let's get together," the person next to Brother Qiu quickly said.

"Yes, Professor Fang, Professor Wu, are you both also busy today?"

Wu Xuanqi refused skillfully: "Tomorrow is a workday, we won't drink tonight, drinking will cause problems!"

"Our surgeons have to perform surgery tomorrow, we can't do that."

"Then the day after tomorrow, that's Friday. We can always have a drink over the weekend, right?" Brother Qiu continued to suggest.

"Brother Qiu, my work at the sanatorium has recently ended, and I will be returning to my original unit next month, so thank you for your kindness."

"Actually, seeing you all so happy, so satisfied with this prosthetic limb, and willing to take the risk of testing it first, is something Professor Wu and I should thank you for!" Fang Ziye said sincerely.

"These cultured people are just different."

"After hearing what you said, Professor Fang, I feel like you owe me five hundred yuan."

Brother Qiu immediately waved his hand: "But Professor Fang, we are all rough men, we only recognize the most basic principles."

"This thing is useful, much better than anything else. It's unique here, unlike anything else in the rest of the world."

"You must have lost countless brain cells to create this!"

"Here's yours." Brother Qiu gave a thumbs-up with his left hand.

"It wouldn't be an exaggeration for me to say thank you on behalf of everyone like me," Brother Qiu said, giving a thumbs-up with both hands.

The others also gave a thumbs up.

The benefits of AI-powered prosthetics to people with disabilities are something they have truly experienced, and it's been very positive.

"Goodbye, Elder Zhang, brothers, and Little Song."

"We have other things to do," Fang Ziye said, waving to the crowd as he left the courtyard.

Song Ning is younger than Fang Ziye, only twenty-five this year, and even younger than Luo Tingzhu, but she lost her right leg during a mission.

Tragedy knows no beauty, no age.

"Professor Fang, I really hope to see you again and treat you to a meal," Brother Qiu shouted.

Fang Ziye and Wu Xuanqi withdrew completely.

After walking for a while, Wu Xuan asked curiously, "Ziye, did you also initially think that our development of this AI prosthetic limb was just to make the rest of Grandpa Zhang's life a little better?"

Fang Ziye nodded. His initial thinking, at least the original intention of this project, was indeed so narrow.

Wu Xuanqi continued, "That's what I thought at first too. I admire Grandpa Zhang very much and wanted to give him the best."

"But the result is that, no matter what our original intention was, the products we made can change many people, and change many people who need them, including their travel, clothing, confidence, and life."

"Scientific research needs an initial intention to begin, but its results are often not directly related to your initial intention."

"Whether it was intentional or unintentional, we did it."

"These are just the first generation produced through intensive labor; they are incomplete products. As for the complete products, there are second and third generations..."

“I think we did something quite interesting, don’t you think?” Wu Xuanqi asked in return.

Fang Ziye nodded heavily as well.

"Ziye, don't give up on the sanatorium."

“After you leave, you may encounter a wider perspective, more charming scenery, and various temptations, but I hope you will not give up the sanatorium,” Wu Xuanqi suddenly said.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's brows furrowed slightly.

He looked at Wu Xuanqi, scanned him up and down, and suddenly said, "Brother Qi, I've noticed that you know a lot about some tricks that I don't."

Could you give me an example?

Wu Xuanqi even gave an example: "Ziye, there is a good chance that you will be leading a team when you return to Zhongnan Hospital this time. Once you lead the team, you will have the autonomy to choose the medication, equipment brands, clinical research collaborations, and other aspects within the team."

"If someone told you at this moment that if you choose this company, a stunningly beautiful woman, as beautiful as your wife, would you sleep with her for one night? Would you choose it?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye frowned.

"What about those two?"

"twin?"

Fang Ziye walked quickly forward for a while, then regretted asking that extra question.

However, Wu Xuanqi's words did leave a mark on Fang Ziye's mind, and he must pay attention to these points.

Fang Ziye could still faintly hear the laughter coming from the courtyard where Elder Zhang was; their laughter was as warm as a spring breeze.

However, when Fang Ziye came out of the clinical area and returned to the villa area, he saw many people walking in a hurry, and Fang Ziye couldn't help but think of the ups and downs of the martial arts world.

So-called worldview is nothing more than a corner of the world that one sees; where is the real worldview?

Prosperity is only one side of the world.

At the same time, happy people are genuinely happy, frustrated people are genuinely frustrated, regretful people are genuinely regretful, and those who are suffering, such as some patients in the clinical ward, are genuinely suffering.

Fang Ziye, this conflicted person, still needs to continue to struggle.

After Fang Ziye entered the villa area, his phone rang with a "ding-dong" sound, a long-awaited text message notification.

From Song Ning, whose phone number had just been taken: "Professor Fang, hello, my name is Song Ning."

After reading the message, Fang Ziye felt a little admiration for the girl. Knowing that he had a girlfriend, she still took the initiative to send him messages. But that was all he felt was admiration.

"Hello, my name is Fang Ziye." After sending the message, Fang Ziye began packing his luggage, preparing for the dinner party that evening.

(End of this chapter)