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Chapter 678 Riding the Wave of Success! ~ (Please Subscribe)

“If it were a few years ago, we might have met at the conference. This time, I can only wish Professor Fang a fruitful visit in advance,” Professor Zhang Limin changed the subject again.

In the past, the National Science and Technology Conference, the National Science and Technology Awards Conference, and the General Assembly of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the Chinese Academy of Engineering were held together, but this year's agenda is slightly different. (Note: This story is set in a parallel universe and has been largely modified. It is unrelated to reality. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental.)
Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye replied, "Thank you for your encouragement, Professor Zhang. I will continue to work hard."

Zhang Limin was taken aback upon hearing this, and after a long pause, he said, "Professor Fang, you certainly have a big mouth."

Zhang Limin himself did not mean that Fang Ziye was not of a high enough level, so Fang Ziye could not participate in the joint congress of the two academies, which only he could attend.

However, Fang Ziye's understanding was not wrong, since he himself had not explained it clearly.

When Zhang Limin was face to face, Fang Ziye had nothing to hide: "Professor Zhang, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier, and a researcher who doesn't want to be an academician is not a good researcher."

"It all depends on people."

"Anyway, I'm still young, so my temperament hasn't been completely smoothed out yet."

Fang Ziye once tried to seduce Professor Zhang Limin remotely. Having done something so audacious, it's perfectly reasonable for him to tell Professor Zhang Limin that he wants to run for academician.

Even academicians wouldn't dare to "target" other "fellow practitioners" and make them work for them.

What Fang Ziye did was very far-fetched from a traditional perspective!
"Yes, it all depends on human effort."

“Reputation is just an empty title. It depends not only on personal ability but also on opportunity!” Zhang Limin replied.

Currently, the election of academicians adopts an additional election system. Although it is not a very strict quota system, it is basically a system of neither reducing nor increasing the number of members.

In other words, if no academician has retired within the division and has been recognized as a senior academician, the number of such positions is extremely limited.

Furthermore, due to the special status of academicians, the title of academician is the highest academic honor in engineering science and technology established by the state, and it is a lifelong honor.

In recent years, relevant national departments have taken strong measures to prevent malpractices within the ranks of academicians, and the results are evident.

According to incomplete statistics, as of 2024, six academicians had their academician titles revoked.

During the 2023 academician election process, the qualifications of 5 candidates with irregularities were revoked during the candidate announcement phase, and a sudden and significant tip-off involving 22 valid candidates was handled during the academician conference…

As Professor Zhang Limin spoke, he wrote the word "tail" on the table with tea.

Upon seeing these two words, Fang Ziye quickly nodded and said, "Teacher Zhang, two of our orthopedic doctors had mentioned this to me before!"

Fang Ziye didn't go into details, only stating that he was aware of such matters.

An academician does not necessarily have to be a moral saint, but the prerequisite is that you cannot have any obvious "stains" on your record, such as corruption in clinical practice or embezzlement of research funds, which would have been discovered.

That's when things get interesting!

Furthermore, before you've made a name for yourself, you don't even have the right to be "investigated" by others.

If you're just a nobody, nobody will bother to even look at you.

But when you really want to enter a certain circle, any little thing you did before might be dug up by others.

If Fang Ziye's team misappropriated funds at will, like a small workshop, and kept the accounts of research funds extremely messy, then Fang Ziye's name might not even appear in the list of candidates, but rather in the list of candidates whose qualifications were revoked.

this is the truth.

Being upright and pure in character may not bring you great benefits, and may even make others think you are aloof, but when you really want to reach the top, this is the most basic requirement.

As long as you still have a dream, no matter how difficult or agonizing things were before, you have to persevere.

“Professor Fang, it is very important that you have virtuous character and sufficient self-cultivation!” Zhang Limin emphasized.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye asked in a low voice, "Teacher Zhang, writing comments and letters shouldn't be considered bad behavior, right?"

“Why doesn’t it count?” Zhang Limin retorted firmly.

"Huh?" Fang Ziye looked up slightly and saw Zhang Limin grinning mischievously across from him.

Zhang Limin stood up and said, "Professor Fang, let me tell you the truth. Although I am willing to promote you, I may not be able to get you into that position. But if I am determined to overthrow you, I am confident that you will never be able to enter the candidate circle!"

"This is the way out."

Fang Ziye blinked upon hearing this and smiled, saying, "Teacher Zhang, it's really nothing. If I'm determined not to get that position, I can get back at anyone who tries to mess with me."

“When I get him to my level, I can also step on him.”

Before the wine even arrived, Fang Ziye and Zhang Limin were already chatting animatedly.

Of course, Fang Ziye was well aware that their current high spirits were actually a form of competition, with each person showcasing their own abilities.

This will determine who will take the initiative when they cooperate in the future.

At least the more overt side, though behind the scenes.

Zhang Limin fell silent upon hearing this.

If someone else said such a thing, he would scoff at it, and Zhang Limin would even disdainfully try to show off in front of the other person.

But Fang Ziye is different. This little guy is too strange, so strange that it's like he's cheating.

He had reviewed Fang Ziye's resume and found that every step he took was very solid, and every project had a solid foundation, like a complete closed-loop chain.

From basic research to clinical research, and back to basic research, each link is interconnected.

Even the earliest limb-sparing surgery for severe injuries was developed based on the work of predecessors, and even the later miniature circulatory devices have not deviated from the level of orthopedics.

All of Fang Ziye's achievements began in orthopedics, and he progressed step by step from trauma surgery to hand surgery.

Even those within the orthopedics department couldn't find any flaws, including but not limited to logical and technical ones.

Of course, Fang Ziye has never neglected basic scientific research either.

The successful establishment of the HK2 knockout animal model was enough to solidify Fang Ziye's position in the field of basic scientific research, and no one dared to doubt his basic scientific research capabilities.

This research project may not have brought Fang Ziye the same level of honor as the limb-saving surgery for severe injuries, but it is the foundation of all his scientific research achievements.

Fang Ziye's research topic during his master's studies was osteosarcoma, which is the same research direction that all master's and doctoral students in orthopedics are working on. Everyone is doing it, so there is no doubt that Fang Ziye chose this direction.

The difference is that others only did the surface level, while Fang Ziye reached the very outermost edge of the entire circle and even broke through to the outside.

Later, Fang Ziye was able to set his own rules in the field of basic scientific research, which was even more of a bug...

But everything was both unexpected and perfectly logical.

So now Fang Ziye says that if he doesn't want to be elected as an academician anymore, he will create an academician. As long as they are academicians in the fields of medicine or biology, no one can guarantee that they will not be overthrown by Fang Ziye!

Once they lose the title of academician, and are at the same level as professors, when they engage in scientific research exchanges, there will be no halo to protect them.

"Professor Fang, is this how you usually stand up to people?" After realizing he couldn't win an argument with Fang Ziye, Zhang Limin started to approach the issue from other angles.

Fang Ziye grinned and said, "Teacher Zhang, I'm actually a very easy-going person."

"I have great respect for all my teachers."

“If I believe your nonsense, won’t I lose badly?” Zhang Limin interrupted Fang Ziye.

Is Fang Ziye an easy-going person?
Zhang Limin would never believe it, not even if you beat him to death. He couldn't believe that Fang Ziye hadn't inquired about Xie Shulan's identity before taking action against her thesis.

But Fang Ziye did it anyway.

Is this what you call being easygoing?
“Teacher Zhang, responding to each move as it comes, isn’t that just going with the flow? Isn’t that what you call being easygoing?” Fang Ziye laughed.

Fang Ziye gained a lot from today's conversation with Professor Zhang Limin.

Of course, at this time, Fang Ziye also became more cautious. He knew he shouldn't use modern medicine to violently deconstruct traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions and classic formulas. Therefore, he needed to be more meticulous and careful in his future research.

Otherwise, if a mistake is made, we might ruin the precious things our ancestors left us.

However, if there are indeed some misunderstandings, then Fang Ziye should try to find ways to resolve these loopholes, rather than violently blocking them out.

……

After saying goodbye to Professor Zhang Limin, Professor Zhang drove back by himself, while Fang Ziye chose to take the subway.

Traffic was too congested at night, and Zhang Limin couldn't possibly drive Fang Ziye there, so public transportation became the best option.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Fang Ziye received his conference certificate, which was placed in a very formal bag. Inside was also a conference handbook, which detailed his seating chart and the access route...

All of this was very formal. Fang Ziye examined it carefully for a long time, but he still resisted the urge to take a picture and send it to Luo Tingzhu to share.

Back at the hotel, Fang Ziye chatted with Luo Tingzhu for a while, then brewed himself a pot of tea.

Fang Ziye was just chatting and didn't think about anything else.

This state of mindfulness is wonderful; sipping tea by the window is incredibly relaxing…

There's absolutely nothing to worry about. He can go and receive the award tomorrow, and this award is incredibly prestigious, bringing Fang Ziye immense glory.

After returning from receiving the award, Fang Ziye gained immense confidence and influence in Hubei Province and even the entire medical community. He was no longer the unassuming Fang Ziye he once was.

Fang Ziye's own achievements are enough to guarantee his own future and allow him to travel freely throughout the country...

The next day.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

All 520 gilded lamps embedded in the dome of the Great Hall of the People were lit up, and 600 crystal pendants refracted a cold silver light in the starry sky of the dome. The backdrop of the rostrum used a nano-level holographic projection screen, with the dark gold national emblem suspended in a gradient blue stream of technological particles, each photon embedded with the initials of the award winners over the years.

Twelve bronze pillars stand on either side of the red carpet, their surfaces etched with patterns depicting the evolution from the oracle bone script character for "science" to the symbol for a quantum computer. Each pillar is topped with a holographically projected award logo—the DNA double helix for the Natural Sciences Prize, a gear train for the Technological Invention Prize, and the Earth's latitude and longitude grid for the International Science and Technology Cooperation Prize—slowly rotating within a laser beam.

Fang Ziye blended seamlessly into the crowd, while Liu Huanglong sat upright beside him, his eyes fixed straight ahead, not daring to make any small movements. The others were the same.

At most, people would occasionally glance at Fang Ziye and Liu Huanglong, these two unconventional young men, out of the corner of their eye.

The conference officially began. The military band played the "March of the Volunteers," and the entire audience stood and sang the national anthem...

The "Decision on National Science and Technology Awards" was formally read out.

"Dear fellow researchers and friends:"

"This conference is a grand scientific and technological event held at a crucial time when China is comprehensively advancing the construction of a strong nation and the great cause of national rejuvenation. First of all, I would like to extend my warmest congratulations to the collectives and individuals who have won the 2023 National Science and Technology Awards! I would like to extend my sincere greetings to the academicians of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the Chinese Academy of Engineering and the vast number of scientific and technological workers! I would like to extend a warm welcome to the foreign academicians and friends from the international scientific community who are attending the conference!"

"A nation prospers when its science and technology advance; a country is strong when its science and technology are powerful..."

Fang Ziye followed the crowd onto the stage, shaking hands with people and carrying his award certificate around like a row of chicks. After he finished walking, he returned to his seat and listened to other bigwigs speak as representatives of the award recipients...

Although his sense of participation and presence was very low, Fang Ziye still shook hands with some high-ranking leaders. When he shook hands with them, the leaders were surprised by Fang Ziye's age and asked him in a low voice, "Professor, what is your name?"

After Fang Ziye replied in a low voice, the process continued.

All the agenda items were prepared in advance, including but not limited to the speeches.

……

4 PM.

After Fang Ziye and Liu Huanglong finished packing their luggage, Liu Huanglong said with a smile, "Little Fang, you and your wife are really inseparable. You just started your holiday here, and you're already going to Enshi to meet up with her?"

"Aren't you almost thirty yourself?"

Liu Huanglong looked Fang Ziye up and down with ill intent, his expression full of mockery.

When a person reaches thirty, they are truly middle-aged.

Liu Huanglong didn't believe Fang Ziye couldn't understand the sorrow of a middle-aged man.

Fang Ziye looked Liu Huanglong up and down seriously, then frowned and said, "Teacher Liu, you should use Viagra sparingly, otherwise you'll overdraw your energy."

"Get lost!" Liu Huanglong waved his hand and pretended to hit Fang Ziye.

"You go to your airport, I'll go to my high-speed rail station."

"Be sure to let me know when you're going back to Han City, and I'll treat you to another meal." After saying that, Liu Huanglong patted his suitcase again.

"Even if it's just for this reason, I'll still treat you to a few more meals."

The flamboyant Liu Huanglong threw away an entire set of his clothes, using them specifically to store his medals and certificates.

Fang Ziye could only say that city people really know how to have fun. Liu Huanglong's suits, each one costing over four figures, even approaching or exceeding five figures, were simply discarded without a second thought.

"Teacher Liu, see you in Wuhan then. Have a nice holiday," Fang Ziye said with a smile.

Once the end of September arrives, National Day will be just around the corner.

During the National Day holiday, Fang Ziye had already planned to go back to Enshi to pick up Luo Tingzhu, and then the two of them would go out for a "trip".

I also took the opportunity to visit the sanatorium in person and see what it looks like now that I've been away from for a month.

"Professor Fang, Professor Liu." As Fang Ziye and Liu Huanglong were talking at the door, someone passed by and greeted them.

"Are you in a hurry to go back? If not, how about we go out for a drink?"

"Thank you, Professor Song. We've already bought the tickets. We have a lot of things to do at home." Liu Huanglong quickly recognized the person as Professor Song from the Third Hospital, a local of Kyoto. Although he wasn't a professor of orthopedics, the group sat very close together during the award ceremony.

Among the award recipients, Fang Ziye and Liu Huanglong were both surprisingly young, so they had many acquaintances, both colleagues and laymen!
"Where is Professor Fang?" Professor Song asked Fang Ziye politely again.

"Hello, Professor Song. I have to go back now. I'm still being looked after by adults at home. I'll ask for your guidance again next time if I have the chance," Fang Ziye quickly replied politely.

Professor Song's resume is far more impressive than Liu Huanglong's; he is a leading figure in other specialties. This year, there were already few spots for the National Science Fund for Orthopedics, and the sudden appearance of Fang Ziye and Liu Huanglong displaced many applicants.

"Since both professors are busy, let's get together another time."

"If you have the chance to come to Kyoto for a meeting next time, be sure to send a message or call!" Professor Song didn't insist, and politely shook hands with the two of them before leaving.

Fang Ziye, beaming with pride, turned and got into a taxi. Inside the taxi, Fang Ziye's expression showed slight hesitation.

He immediately opened his WeChat messages.

Then I scrolled down and opened the message that I hadn't had time to reply to yet.

It was around 11 a.m.

Chen Xixian: "Dr. Fang, my grandfather said he will pass away in the next few days. My parents and relatives have all come over."

Fang Ziye had seen the message before, but his expression remained one of astonishment: "???"

What does "leave" mean?

"Hasn't Old Chen always been in very good health?"

"Is Old Chen injured?" Fang Ziye asked quickly.

Fang Ziye had seen Chen Song many times. He was neither coughing nor wheezing, neither lame nor hunched over. How could he have died so suddenly?

"I don't know either. My dad took my grandfather's pulse and said it would happen in the next few days."

“They told me not to tell you yet, but I thought about it and realized that Dr. Fang was definitely one of the people my grandfather wanted to see one last time before he passed away.”

Fang Ziye continued, "Is Dr. Chen injured?"

Is there still something wrong with you?

Chen Xixian replied, "No, Grandpa is still having tea with people and playing chess outside. He also visited Grandma today, and everything seems fine."

"Then it should be fine. Everything is fine, so there should be no problem." At this moment, Fang Ziye preferred to trust his professional expertise more.

Chen Song was perfectly healthy and in no pain; how could he possibly die so suddenly?

Unless he commits suicide!

Even if Chen Song had a brain tumor, he wouldn't choose this path, would he?
……

Fang Ziye quickly took a taxi to the airport and then quietly waited to board the plane.

Luo Tingzhu texted, "Senior brother, I'll be leaving in about an hour. I'll wait for you at the entrance then, and we'll go eat firewood chicken together. I'm adding three potstickers to celebrate today!"

Luo Tingzhu spoke with absolute certainty.

Luo Tingzhu, who always felt she was fat and wanted to lose weight, was eating three potstickers, which showed she was really determined.

"Okay. I think you can eat as much as you want, even five are fine."

"Anyway, you're the kind of person who's always hungry," Fang Ziye replied.

Chen Xixian's message came again: "Dr. Fang, are you going back to Enshi this afternoon? Should I send someone to pick you up?"

"No need, Chen Xixian! My wife is coming to pick me up." Fang Ziye replied readily.

"Is Sister Zhu coming to pick you up again?" Chen Xixian asked.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Sister Zhu is a workaholic. I've asked her out for hot pot only a few times, and we rarely go out for milk tea either."

“I advised her that she didn’t need to work so hard, that Dr. Fang would support her, but it seems that the more I talked to her, the harder Sister Zhu worked…” Chen Xixian said.

Hey, so it was you who added fuel to the fire here?

You probably don't know how competitive Luo Tingzhu is, do you?

However, Fang Ziye couldn't blame Chen Xixian. At most, she was just Luo Tingzhu's friend, and her understanding of Luo Tingzhu was certainly not as good as his own. Otherwise, he would have been too negligent.

“I’ll come see Dr. Chen again tonight!” Fang Ziye replied.

"Thank you, Dr. Fang." Chen Xixian's manners were still very courteous.

Even if Dr. Chen had passed away, Fang Ziye was not a relative or friend of Dr. Chen, so there was no particular constraint on whether he came or not.

Just as Fang Ziye finished talking with Chen Xixian and was about to reply to Luo Tingzhu's message, Deng Yong called directly.

Fang Ziye immediately answered the call: "Master."

Deng Yong's voice boomed: "Ziye, guess what good news I have for you?"

Upon hearing Deng Yong's tone, Fang Ziye knew that Xie Shulan's family had acted very quickly. After pondering for a moment, he replied, "Could it be that Master has suddenly given me a junior sister or junior brother?"

"I haven't bought a gift yet!"

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong's breathing became so erratic that he almost needed a ventilator. It took him more than ten seconds to calm down!

He instinctively cursed, "Damn Yuan Weihong's grandpa! What kind of nonsense has he been teaching you every day?"

Fang Ziye was taken aback upon hearing this. After confirming that the other person was cursing his master, he whispered, "Master, what does this have to do with Teacher Yuan?"

"He's the one who led you astray; otherwise, you would definitely be a very well-behaved person."

"Alright, I won't let you guess anymore. Our hospital's orthopedics department is having a leadership reshuffle this November. You'd better get ready to give me your performance review!" Deng Yong hinted very subtly.

"Also, I secretly accepted your medal in En City as well."

“There’s no award ceremony for these kinds of things; the Health Commission sends them directly to the units, and the employees collect them privately,” Deng Yong said.

Fang Ziye could certainly understand.

Do not celebrate your achievements or misfortunes.

In such matters, even if you achieve great merit, you can only be rewarded privately. It's impossible for it to make the news or even be published on a public account. This is the most basic empathy.

However, those who perform outstandingly and make contributions should still be awarded.

During the rescue efforts in Enshi, Fang Ziye's unique approach to treating critically ill patients earned him the nickname "Little Wrench," but this nickname was only used internally.

Fang Ziye could only use it for professional title evaluation; it couldn't be included in his resume. This was one of his private secrets.

"Yes, thank you for your hard work, Master."

"Congratulations to Master as well," Fang Ziye said.

The Xie family's network of information is truly extensive. In just two days, they found a reason and a pretext to bring Deng Yong back on track, and they even finalized everything.

Fang Ziye was naturally happy too.

After Deng Yong officially secured his position as chief director, Fang Ziye's foothold in Zhongnan Hospital became very secure.

"Are you really not coming back for this holiday?" Deng Yong asked, still somewhat disappointed.

Now, the people he most wants to celebrate with, besides his family, are his beloved student Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye deserves immense credit for my position!
"Master, let's celebrate for you when I get back..."

"I'm going to go out with Tingzhu this holiday. I've been busy and tired since the Lunar New Year, and I've hardly had a break," Fang Ziye said.

"Hey, didn't you take a break? Who went on a trip in August?" Deng Yong said irritably.

Fang Ziye could only come up with a legitimate reason: "Master, I really have something to take care of."

"By the way, Master, even if you return to the department in November, we should not change the general direction of our department, and we should not rush to make any changes."

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong said, "Don't worry, I won't go back to the trauma surgery department and try to take anything from Yuan Weihong."

"Professor Gong is such a high-ranking professor, yet he never fights or grabs for anything. If I don't even have that kind of magnanimity, then what kind of director am I?"

"One should be more pure in heart."

"But I don't even know if I can make it through this!" Deng Yong's voice was low and somber.

Some things, once chosen, cannot be reversed.

Some paths, once taken, can never be retraced.

“Master, it’s all a personal matter. Life is about resetting to zero, so everything can start anew.”

"Master, your involvement with the sanatorium isn't that deep, is it?" Fang Ziye suddenly asked.

“I had never been to a sanatorium before, and Director Chen removed me from the list early on. Director Chen is a person worthy of admiration.”

"Whether it's personal charisma or the charm of doing things."

"They're all top-notch, it's just a pity that this time they've faced some kind of unexpected change," Deng Yong sighed.

"This world is so wonderful. Everyone has their own story and their own life."

"Some people are riding high on the spring breeze, while others fail the imperial examination and can't stop crying."

The world is a circle, but it is also a net. The net structure connects everyone in countless ways, but each individual's line is ultimately only connected to others, and will never be completely integrated and intertwined.

"Master, I'm about to board the plane. Let's talk after I land." The topic was too heavy, and Fang Ziye didn't know how to answer.

Both Fang Ziye and Deng Yong are currently enjoying great success.

But as far as the Chen and Song families were concerned, regardless of whether Fang Ziye could see things clearly or not, they could guess that things wouldn't turn out well.

Moreover, Fang Ziye also had one thing to confirm during his trip to Enshi.

That is, can a person appear perfectly healthy and then suddenly die?

A life that appears healthy and without pain may suddenly pass away, and even with the best medical skills, there is nothing that can be done to reverse the outcome.

……

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye boarded the plane.

An hour and forty minutes later, the plane landed. Fang Ziye went out and followed Luo Tingzhu to eat firewood chicken, as well as the potstickers that Luo Tingzhu had mentioned. He also showed Luo Tingzhu his certificates and medals, and a group photo of himself with other people.

Luo Tingzhu also captured screenshots of Fang Ziye during the news broadcast, including some scenes of leaders shaking hands with Fang Ziye, which Luo Tingzhu saved frame by frame.

After the young couple parked the car, they went inside the villa to "cuddle together." Luo Tingzhu commented, "Actually, this angle isn't very good. You're clearly 1.78 meters tall, but you look like you're only 1.6 meters tall in the photo."

"And from this angle, your hair looks messy..." Luo Tingzhu tried her best to say something.

But it was obvious to Fang Ziye that Luo Tingzhu's emotions were a bit off.

"Did Chen Xixian also tell you that secret?" Fang Ziye suddenly interrupted.

Luo Tingzhu's smile froze, tears welling in her eyes: "Several TCM doctors at the sanatorium said that Director Chen was about to pass away, but we drew a lot of blood from him for tests and found nothing seriously wrong. I also saw the test results."

"But I don't know why, I just feel a little uncomfortable because I believe what Dean Chen and the others say more."

"Chen Xixian's father is already making preparations for Dean Chen's funeral."

"They say it's due to qi and blood deficiency, and the body's vital energy is about to collapse!"

"Could it really be that he suddenly had a heart attack after his vital energy was about to collapse? Even staying in a sanatorium and being ready to be rescued at any time is not enough?" Luo Tingzhu asked.

Because of the case of Dr. Chen Song, she began to doubt her own profession for the first time.

I don't know either!

"Perhaps Dean Chen Song doesn't know either," Fang Ziye shook his head.

"But I believe that Mr. Chen Song will simply face death calmly, rather than choosing to ignore his illness and let himself die."

“His family wouldn’t make that choice either.”

If he were to really die, Chen Song would certainly not be afraid.

But if there were still hope, and he still chose not to be saved and died peacefully, Fang Ziye didn't believe Chen Song would be so carefree.

Perhaps Chen and Song are also in a dilemma now.

Because he had discovered his Achilles' heel; if he were saved, his worldview would be shaken...

"Don't think too much about it. With so many people in our sanatorium, everyone will definitely do their best."

“No matter how much trouble Dean Chen Song encounters, he is still Dean Chen. He will still enjoy all the treatment, benefits, and special care that he is entitled to,” Fang Ziye said.

“Hmm!” Luo Tingzhu nodded.

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu originally planned to go out for a trip, but "going out for a trip" is just a plan. Man proposes, God disposes. Now that Chen Song is facing such a situation, Fang Ziye certainly cannot feel at ease taking Luo Tingzhu out for a trip.

The 'estimate' given to outsiders still counts.

Life circumstances are truly different for everyone. I've only just taken the first step towards the pinnacle of life, while Chen Song is saying he doesn't have many days left after taking his own pulse. And the Chen family has been in complete chaos lately...

(End of this chapter)