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The cicadas outside the window suddenly became shrill.

As Fang Ziye gazed at the water droplets condensing on the tea tray, he vaguely saw the cancerous cell lines in the laboratory incubator.

The abnormal protein structure that he saw under an electron microscope three days ago is now being re-imaged on his retina; those twisted beta folds look just like the scribbled handwriting on an ancient prescription.

"You mean," he heard a metallic tremor in his own voice, "that I ran into an unexploded bomb from thirty years ago?"

Zhang Limin suddenly stood up, and as he pulled out a bound volume of the 1992 "Chinese Journal of Traditional Medicine", the accumulated dust danced like stardust in the beam of light.

The yellowed pages stopped at an article with a folded corner, titled "On the Core Position of Syndrome Differentiation and Treatment in Modern Traditional Chinese Medicine Practice," with Chen Lao's signature penetrating the paper.

"Look at this." The old finger traced a bolded passage: "'So-called folk remedies are like water without a source. They do not investigate the pathogenesis, nor distinguish between yin and yang, and take chance for certainty. This is not the way of medicine, but gambling.'" The ink had bled under the erosion of time, just like the trajectory of cancer cells infiltrating between tissues.

Fang Ziye felt a cold sweat seep out of the back of his neck.

“But modern toxicology…” he began with difficulty, but was interrupted.

"Do you know how many ancient prescriptions needed to be reformulated after the aristolochic acid incident?" Zhang Limin suddenly grabbed a teaspoon and drew circles on the tea tray, the friction of the spoon handle against the purple clay making one's teeth ache. "Back then, the kidney slices of laboratory mice looked like honeycomb—but can you make the thousand-year-old pharmacopoeia bow down?"

The roar of the boiling tea broke the silence. Fang Ziye stared at his reflection in the tea and suddenly understood what was gleaming in the eyes of his colleagues who had hesitated to speak at the academic conference—the truth preserved in formaldehyde, the specimen stuck in ethical review, and the conscience trapped in the net of interests.

“So my data…” He unconsciously twirled his wedding ring, the platinum band leaving a red mark on his ring finger, “isn’t even enough to be a stepping stone?”

Fang Ziye felt it was a bit too tight, so he simply took it off and put it in his pocket.

Zhang Limin suddenly laughed and sent Fang Ziye a paper labeled "Preliminary Verification of Aristolochic Acid Nephrotoxicity, June 12, 1997".

“This data from back then,” the old man’s withered fingers traced the faded tea table, “had been lying in a safe for two years before it finally turned around.”

"Until we discovered a specific receptor in liver cancer cell lines."

The water droplets that had condensed on the tea tray finally fell. Zhang Limin inserted the tea needle into the tea cake with the force of a surgeon cutting open the first layer of skin: "If you're going to do it, do it like a machine gun, not a dud. Start with the substitute markers and let them find their way back to the source."

"Medicine is a guardianship standing on corpses."

"I understand." Fang Ziye nodded.

“No!” Zhang Limin suddenly tapped the Jianzhan teacup with tea tongs: “We must speak in a language they can understand, just like when you discovered a new target for bone tumors.”

As the aroma of tea grew stronger, Professor Zhang Limin pulled an old-fashioned pocket watch from his pocket. The moment the watch cover popped open, Fang Ziye glimpsed a photomicrograph embedded inside—Zhang Limin's first electron microscope image of cancer cells.

"Remember, truth is a sugar pill wrapped in poison." The click of the pocket watch closing sounded just like a gun being cocked. "Let people peel off the sugar coating themselves."

As the second drop of water condensed on the tea tray fell, Fang Ziye noticed that the third button on Zhang Limin's clothes was a little loose. The worn edges of the button reminded him of the EP tube that had broken in the centrifuge last week—the splattered cell culture medium seemed to be slowly flowing down the folds of the old man's clothes.

"When you published that paper on the tumor microenvironment in Cell back then," Fang Ziye said with a smile, "I never said that truth needs sugar coating."

The atomic clock on the bookshelf ticked precisely, weaving a dense web with the chirping of cicadas outside the window.

“In 1999, when I was still in the United States,” Zhang Limin suddenly switched to English, “I said in an academic lecture hall that aristolochic acid metabolites could cause gene mutations, and someone tore up their checkbook on the spot.”

"Professor Zhang, have you been doing similar research all along?" Fang Ziye asked.

Zhang Limin is referring to 1999, when he was still working in the United States.

When the tea boiled for the third time, Zhang Limin gave Fang Ziye a photograph. In the photograph, there was a rhinoceros-hide lacquer box in a hidden compartment of Professor Zhang Limin's bookcase.

The box contained twelve jade scraping boards, with the top one, made of patina-green jade, engraved with the words "Medical Consultation in the Year of Yiwei" in tiny characters.

"Actually, I personally have great faith in Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM). This was a gift from a senior figure in the TCM field," Zhang Limin said, unconsciously rubbing his fingers. "He said Western medicine is like a sharp blade, while TCM is like flowing water. But flowing water can penetrate even the hardest rock."

"We also need to take advantage of the situation."

"Traditional Chinese medicine and its formulas are profound and difficult to quantify, so our research will be very difficult. We must not make a definitive conclusion."

Fang Ziye frowned. When the shadows in the CT images were interpreted by different experts as inflammation or tumors, it was ultimately the metabolic values ​​of the PET-CT that made the final judgment—modern medicine ultimately needs a quantitative standard.

But traditional Chinese medicine does not.

"Professor Fang, just like modern medicine, traditional Chinese medicine also has its own philosophies and schools of thought."

"Do you even have a position?" Zhang Limin brought the conversation back to what happened before.

Although Fang Ziye did not have in-depth contact with traditional Chinese medicine in the sanatorium, he had often heard people talk about the different schools of traditional Chinese medicine, such as classic prescriptions, folk prescriptions, and unorthodox prescriptions.

Everyone has different opinions and perspectives.

Fang Ziye shook his head.

Professor Zhang Limin said, "That shouldn't be a dispute between schools of thought. It's that Elder Chen felt that some TCM practitioners were just practicing medicine under the guise of TCM, rather than truly practicing medicine."

"Therefore, Dr. Chen suggested that this kind of behavior should be rectified, both internally and externally."

"But these proposals were subsequently suppressed."

"I'm not from the field of traditional Chinese medicine, and I don't know much about it."

"But the question you're raising now is exactly one of the suggestions made by the old TCM doctor Chen back then, which is to standardize and organize the qualification system for TCM. If I remember correctly, it was a suggestion that 'TCM has no folk remedies and no fixed diseases.'"

"The underlying logic of traditional Chinese medicine is different from that of modern medicine. Modern medicine determines the pathogenesis of diseases, and the pathogenesis corresponds one-to-one with the symptoms."

"The underlying logic of traditional Chinese medicine is to take the syndrome as the root and treat according to syndrome differentiation."

"Different diseases may present with the same symptoms, and the same symptoms may present with different symptoms. We must first differentiate the syndromes before we can discuss treatment. This is not about treating diseases based on modern medicine."

"According to this logic, the existence of so-called folk remedies is merely a matter of luck; if it works, the treatment is effective; if it doesn't, then it's an ineffective treatment..."

That's all I know.

"Therefore, back then, a group of people led by Dr. Chen strictly proposed to standardize the evaluation of traditional Chinese medicine and remove some people who could not dialectically analyze from the field of traditional Chinese medicine."

"To implement this proposal, the workload and the scope of its impact are quite extensive." Zhang Limin said, glancing at Fang Ziye, his right index and middle fingers still tapping the table.

Then his eyes sharpened: "And what you're targeting now is one of those unorthodox remedies."

"But?" Fang Ziye instinctively wanted to argue.

“You have no evidence, and you can’t get any substantial evidence right now!” Zhang Limin interrupted Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye nodded again.

Side effects are any effects other than the therapeutic or primary effects.

The purpose of food is to satisfy hunger, but overeating is a side effect. The purpose of water is to quench thirst, but excessive water intake can lead to water intoxication, which is a side effect.

But these things can't be explained simply.

Fang Ziye is now in a rather awkward situation.

If he hadn't gotten involved, he would have remained completely detached and indifferent, and Fang Ziye would have had no idea what had happened.

The problem now is that he knows the so-called "folk remedy" carries a risk of causing cancer, and Fang Ziye has already obtained targeted evidence in the laboratory, but Fang Ziye does not dare to take it out easily.

He didn't even dare to tell Chen Song about this.

In this situation, Fang Ziye either has to find himself in an awkward predicament to prove himself, or he has to give up and choose to remain ignorant.

Fang Ziye then had no choice but to ask, "Professor Zhang, discussing risks without considering dosage and duration is meaningless. Can I suggest that the teachers do their own research?"

The people in charge of the epidemiological investigation were Professor Zhou Yan and others, not Fang Ziye.

"Proposals also need evidence, and the compatibility of traditional Chinese medicine formulas may differ from the effects of simple drugs."

"So you can't find any simple evidence either."

"My suggestion is still this: either you first find a third alternative, prove that the risk of cancer is related to the third alternative, and then try to prove a strict positive correlation between a certain drug or formula and the third alternative. This is a strategic retreat!"

“The fact that you came to me proves that you’ve already made up your mind and that you will definitely do it,” Zhang Limin said with great certainty.

Zhang Limin didn't know Fang Ziye from the past, but he knew Fang Ziye from the present. He was a very persistent person. Once he encountered a problem, even if he couldn't solve it quickly, he would keep thinking about how to solve it until he found a solution.

Such dedication easily leads to success.

To succeed, perseverance, talent, and opportunity are all indispensable.

But opportunities are more often reserved for those who are prepared.

"So, the third alternative biomarker you suggested," Fang Ziye asked, "should be a characteristic peak from metabolomics?"

Zhang Limin suddenly picked up a piece of Pu'er tea paste with a tea needle: "You should know about the circRNA regulatory mechanism, right?"

"Breaking down carcinogenicity into epigenetic modification chains is like..."

The moment the Pu-erh tea paste falls into the tea soup, its dark color spreads in the cup. "Just like this tea paste falling into water, it seems to be a single entity, but in reality, it is thousands of molecules each in their own place."

The office suddenly fell silent, with only the low hum of the fume hood seeping in from the gaps in the corridor.

“I need three months,” Fang Ziye suddenly said…

Fang Ziye needs time.

"Professor Fang, you also need to understand one thing."

"That is, some things, although classified as Group 1 carcinogens, are not explicitly banned at the national level! ~ For example, smoking," Zhang Limin added.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye was taken aback at first, but then he suddenly understood.

"Teacher Zhang, that's true!"

“Therefore, I don’t need to think about all that. Just do good deeds and don’t worry about the future,” Fang Ziye replied.

This is a very realistic problem.

Cigarettes are a Group 1 carcinogen, a fact known to everyone, yet countless people around the world still smoke.

The respiratory medicine and thoracic surgery departments are crowded with lung cancer patients, and some people will cite individual cases to refute this.

For example, some people smoke their whole lives and don't get lung cancer, while others who have never smoked their whole lives still get lung cancer...

Even knowing that smoking increases the risk of cancer, some people still rush to smoke.

Facts are just facts, just a string of objective data. Reality is reality; reality is the myriad lives that journey to their own destinations...

Zhang Limin shook his head again, his expression very serious, and said, "The saying 'Do good deeds and don't worry about the future' is true."

"But there is one thing we must be clear about."

"If something becomes public knowledge, and those who know about it still choose to continue, they are courting death. We can only respect their fate."

"If something is not publicly known, or even if most people are unaware of it, then we have the obligation or responsibility to ensure their right to know."

"Otherwise, what's the point of us doing scientific research?"

"I only said it's difficult, not that there's absolutely no way. The solution is to do good deeds first!" Zhang Limin said firmly.

"It is inappropriate to use modern scientific paradigms to crudely deconstruct the theoretical system of traditional Chinese medicine!"

"But that doesn't mean we shouldn't deconstruct at all!"

“Actually,” Zhang Limin suddenly picked up a piece of dried tangerine peel with tweezers and put it into the teapot. The aroma of the 20-year-old tangerine peel instantly overwhelmed the mellowness of the Pu’er tea. “Last week, the National Health Commission talked to me about the ethical guidelines for medical AI.”

Fang Ziye noticed that the old man used "discussion" instead of "consultation," and in the steam rising from the spout of the purple clay teapot, he seemed to see countless chains of interests intertwined in the clouds.

"They mentioned the need to establish a knowledge graph for traditional medicine." The old man's hand, as steady as when he was holding a pair of glasses, was as steady as when he was pouring tea. "We will use natural language processing to analyze ancient books and use knowledge graphs to present prescriptions and their combinations."

As the tea soup poured into the Jian ware bowl, Fang Ziye suddenly grasped the key point: "That's why we need modern medicine to provide an anchoring point!"

“Just like your alternative marker.” Zhang Limin pushed the teacup across the tea tray, the bottom of the cup rubbing against the sandalwood, producing a silky sound. “When AI discovers that a certain medicinal herb is highly correlated with a carcinogenic pathway, the traditional medical community can no longer say ‘it is not advisable to deconstruct it.’”

As Fang Ziye picked up his teacup, he caught a glimpse of his own eyes reflected in the tea. There, he saw the fluorescent lights of the laboratory and the ever-burning curves on the mass spectrometer screen. He suddenly realized that this battle had long transcended simple scientific verification; it was an inevitable clash between two cognitive systems in the digital age.

Fang Ziye stared blankly at Zhang Limin. Professor Zhang Limin was no different from every time they had met before. However, at this moment, Fang Ziye realized that a veil had been lifted from Professor Zhang Limin, and a living, breathing Professor Zhang Limin appeared vividly in front of him.

Professor Zhang Limin has already reached the pinnacle of China's scientific research community, and he no longer needs to worry about his future or anything else. Therefore, he only said that doing this is difficult, not that he wouldn't do it or wouldn't try.

"I understand, Teacher Zhang." With Zhang Limin's words, Fang Ziye felt relieved.

Regardless, having an academician willing to stand with him gave Fang Ziye a greater sense of confidence.

The main reason Fang Ziye chose to tell Zhang Limin about this was because Professor Zhang Limin's research focuses on the mechanisms of tumor development and progression. He is one of the world's most knowledgeable people about tumors. If even he doesn't care about this matter, then Fang Ziye doesn't need to worry about it at all and can just go about his business.

"It means that we'll both have to work harder. I'm telling you all this so that you won't be in a hurry."

"If you take a broader, higher-level view, you'll find that everything has its own pattern of development!"

"All seemingly accidental events, in fact, become inevitable events over time!"

"It's just that all of us have limited energy, so we can't be meticulous about everything and do every detail well. But these details accumulate over the years and eventually become inevitable."

"This includes, but is not limited to, the emergence of a single talent, the flourishing of a generation of talented individuals, and the rise of an era..."

“Every event has an inevitable accumulation of causes and effects.”

"You can't rush things," Zhang Limin said.

This may truly be Professor Zhang Limin's personal experience. Professor Zhang Limin worked for companies abroad for decades before returning to China in the 21st century to settle down and formally begin his scientific research...

Fang Ziye couldn't see such high-level things, nor could he fully understand what Professor Zhang Limin meant by cause and effect. But what he could see on the surface was that Professor Zhang Limin had paid a lot and certainly given up a lot to get to where he was today.

Looking at it this way, how naive it must have seemed in Zhang Limin's eyes when he tried to "target" Professor Zhang Limin six months ago, hoping that he could help him with his research project.

However, the deed was already done, and Professor Zhang Limin was not angry about it, leaving a way out for both Fang Ziye and Zhang Limin.

Perhaps Zhang Limin didn't take this kind of thing seriously at all. He had experienced too much, and he would only deal with such minor squabbles without getting angry.

"Professor Fang, what exactly is the prescription or medicine you're guessing about?" Zhang Limin asked.

Fang Ziye was very cautious and only mentioned the possibility to Zhang Limin.

He was so cautious that he didn't even mention Zhang Limin's name until he knew Zhang's stance.

Fang Ziye used tea to write the two characters "Bai Zhu" on the table.

Professor Zhang Limin also didn't know much about Atractylodes macrocephala, but after searching online, he discovered that its applications were quite extensive...

The earliest record of it is found in the Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica.

Its main flavors are bitter and sweet, and its nature is warm. It belongs to the spleen and stomach meridians. Atractylodes macrocephala has various effects, including strengthening the spleen and replenishing qi, drying dampness and promoting diuresis, stopping sweating, and calming the fetus. It is often used to treat symptoms such as loss of appetite, abdominal distension and diarrhea caused by spleen deficiency, dizziness, spontaneous sweating, edema, and threatened abortion caused by phlegm retention.

After nodding, Zhang Limin did not continue the topic, but changed the subject, saying, "Professor Fang, the research direction you proposed after your last visit to Kyoto has finally been defined."

“After listening to your suggestion, one of the PhDs in our group performed single-cell analysis on existing colorectal resection patients and patients who had undergone colonoscopy.”

"As you predicted, the results of single-cell transcriptional analysis of normal colorectal cells are of great guiding significance to our research project."

"I emailed you before, but Professor Fang, you were really busy and didn't reply." After discussing the important matters, Zhang Limin started the mutual flattery, and he took the lead in doing so.

Fang Ziye quickly replied modestly, "Professor Zhang, you are not only my senior, but also a teacher in the scientific research field. You should know that for some research projects, ideas are ideas, but reality is reality."

"The most difficult part is turning an idea into a real-world project process."

"One can think a thousand times, even wild thoughts, over a hundred days. But when it comes to bringing these ideas to fruition, it's all thanks to Professor Zhang and your team. I, a junior, dare not take credit!"

Fang Ziye understands scientific research, and he understands it very well, so he flattered her in a very objective and genuine way.

Flattery never fails, and since Fang Ziye was telling the truth, Zhang Limin was very satisfied.

"When doing research, you need good ideas, good executors, a good atmosphere, and good team members. These factors will make everything much more efficient!"

"Professor Fang, your guidance has greatly contributed to the progress of the project, saving us at least half a year. It has also helped us find the right direction."

"Just state the facts, no need to be overly modest!"

"After all, you've never been one to be timid," Zhang Limin said cheerfully, bringing the conversation to a close.

This is just pure business flattery. Without you, Fang Ziye, I would waste more time, but without our team, this direction wouldn't yield results. Even if you, Fang Ziye, knew how to do it, you didn't have the necessary prior preparation.

Our strong alliance has led to our current achievements.

Single-cell transcriptome gene analysis in normal individuals is of great significance for analyzing the occurrence and development of colorectal cancer. It may even lead to a feasible pathway for the prevention of colorectal cancer, benefiting many people...

"Professor Zhang, I'm afraid I might mislead your team's research direction, and then we'd have to go back and redo it, so I don't dare to say too much," Fang Ziye said politely.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Limin replied somewhat irritably, "You speak politely, but you didn't hold back at all."

When Professor Zhang Limin brought up the matter again, Fang Ziye knew that Professor Zhang Limin probably wanted to bring the matter to a close.

Fang Ziye took the initiative to ask, "Teacher Zhang, what do you mean?"

"Professor Fang, it's been half a year since what happened six months ago. Now, you should be able to tell us how to deal with the thorn you stuck in our research group back then, right?"

"You're perfectly fine with this thorn stuck in your throat, but I'm feeling incredibly uncomfortable," Zhang Limin said, sensing the atmosphere was right and softening his stance.

Fang Ziye knew that Professor Zhang Limin was referring to Xie Shulan's article.

Fang Ziye's letter had the greatest impact on Xie Shulan, but Xie Shulan was working on a project in Academician Zhang Limin's research group back then, and now all of those projects are still unresolved.

Zhang Limin also felt somewhat embarrassed.

Fang Ziye also felt quite helpless about this matter.

Logically speaking, Fang Ziye should hate Xie Shulan's grandfather for meddling so much, even putting his "teacher" in a "cage".

The problem is that others have enough resources, so they can afford to make ample mistakes for themselves!
What is fault tolerance? Inherent foundation is one aspect of fault tolerance.

Although I made a mistake, I can make it up to you.

If you don't have that kind of background and experience, it's impossible for an ordinary person to do such a thing.

Xie Shulan's family never mentioned where they resupplied to Fang Ziye, but Fang Ziye himself could clearly sense it.

First, there was the National Health Commission, then the Hubei Provincial Health Commission thawed its relationship with Fang Ziye, and then there were other various things, such as the fact that Fang Ziye did not suffer even the slightest bit of trouble at the last meeting...

Including but not limited to the fact that so many people voluntarily came to the hearing when I gave an academic report in April this year, although this was mostly due to the relationship between Professor Qiu and others, there must have been some behind-the-scenes support from Xie Shulan.

This allowed Fang Ziye to vent his anger for a while, and Xie Shulan has been in a state of constant distress ever since.

This matter is still unresolved, and Fang Ziye has to step in to remove the thorn in his side, mainly because he would feel embarrassed if he didn't.

However, there is one problem: if I actually pull it out myself, it would seem a bit like "sacrificing my master" to gain benefits.

"Teacher Zhang, this thorn stuck in my body hurts even more!" Since the topic wasn't serious anyway, Fang Ziye knew the saying that the squeaky wheel gets the grease.

“Teacher Zhang, you must know that I am not like that young lady. The people I can trust most in my life are my two mentors.”

“The others…” Fang Ziye shook his head first.

Fang Ziye hesitated for a moment, then said with a bitter expression, "My graduate advisor is still young, but my other mentor is now crippled on one side, and I feel a bit unsteady when I do things in the department."

"To be honest, Professor Zhang, our department doesn't have a single full professor in charge right now. Professors from other specialties are bullying us, saying they want us to assign a group to them..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Limin chuckled and said, "Just tell me your request."

"I'll go and ask him a question."

Fang Ziye said without any politeness, "Actually, it's simple. Teacher Zhang, my mentor's expertise, qualifications, research, strength, and age are all in their prime. I think it's time for our orthopedic department's chief director to be replaced."

"My mentor is absolutely capable of this!"

Zhang Limin gasped in shock: "Wow, you've got the nerve to ask for an exorbitant amount."

"You want others to interfere in your family affairs."

“This isn’t a family matter,” Fang Ziye shook his head vigorously.

"Anything that participates in the evaluation as usual is fine!~"

"But now my teacher has a thorn stuck in him, and if that thorn can't be removed, he won't even be eligible to run for office."

Fang Ziye had only one request: that they remove the stain on Deng Yong's record and do their best to ensure that it did not affect Deng Yong's future.

Ideally, he should be able to return to the trauma surgery department as soon as possible.

Even if things don't go perfectly, we should at least make Professor Gong Jiahe, who is about to arrive at Zhongnan Hospital, take Professor Du Xinzhan's place.

Before fighting the outside world, you must first make peace with the inside.

Fang Ziye didn't want the orthopedics department to try and take advantage of the trauma surgery department again, so the only option was to take that position himself and avoid having to worry about guarding the hospital.

"Is there anything else?" Zhang Limin asked.

It seemed as if Zhang Limin didn't consider this a big deal at all.

Fang Ziye was taken aback upon hearing this, but then immediately understood.

Professor Zhang Limin is an academician, and Xie Shulan's family connections are extremely strong. With such strong qualifications, experience, and abilities, the position of chief orthopedic surgeon at Zhongnan Hospital could be obtained with just a word.

On the contrary, it is more difficult to resolve Xie Shulan's predicament and Professor Zhang Limin's thorns.

After all, they are good at one thing, but not so good at another.

The thorn that Fang Ziye planted was something even someone like Professor Zhang Limin couldn't remove, so they certainly couldn't do it themselves either. Finding someone else would be difficult too; it was purely a technical issue.

"Teacher Zhang, are you sure you want me to point it out?"

“The results of what I point out are completely different from what she figures out on her own,” Fang Ziye asked again first.

Furthermore, just to be on the safe side, Fang Ziye added, "And just because I helped this time doesn't mean I'll keep helping. If she encounters similar problems in the future and her thinking isn't at that level, she'll still fall into a predicament."

Zhang Limin replied confidently, "Professor Fang, you don't need to worry about other things."

"Some people only value accumulation, not a person's actual ability. As long as they have some knowledge, that's enough."

As society develops, everything changes, including but not limited to the operating model of nepotism.

The traditional practice of "favoritism" involves forcibly inserting people into positions.

More modern methods of using connections often involve building up one's reputation in various forms beforehand, including but not limited to academic papers, degrees, packaging, and resumes.

For example, Xie Shulan has overseas experience, learning experience with an academician's team, has an academician as his mentor, has experience in completing research projects, and has published papers...

Moreover, all of these things are real, and they were actually made by Xie Shulan.

Even in fair competition, how many people of the same age can surpass her resume?

If someone of the same age didn't have the same amount of social resources as her, it would take several times more talent to reach her level of sophistication.

You can't say this is unfair.

Educational resources are inherently unequal.

"Okay, I'll send it to your email address, Professor Zhang, when I get back." Fang Ziye stopped worrying about it.

Some people are born to enjoy life and live a carefree life. As long as they don't gamble or start a business, they could earn more interest than they can spend in a lifetime.

Some people are different; they don't have any prior experience or resources, so they can only rely on their own abilities to gradually build their foundation.

If Fang Ziye were to put himself in Fang Ziye's shoes, and if his son and daughter were of average talent, he would also advise them to enter the medical field.

They don't need to work too hard or have too much talent. As long as they have the talent of an average person, Fang Ziye can easily get them admitted to a provincial-level tertiary hospital.

"Will Professor Fang attend the conference and receive the award tomorrow?"

(End of this chapter)