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Chapter 679: Acceptance and Reluctance! (Please Subscribe)

As dusk seeped through the gaps in the blinds, it carved interplay of light and shadow on Luo Tingzhu's profile.

Her tadpole-like eyes fluttered slowly in the lamplight, her eyelashes casting delicate shadows on her eyelids, like ink washes on a meticulously painted portrait of a lady. As she carefully slid the gold-edged certificate along the crease of the kraft paper bag, two crescent-shaped white marks appeared on her lower lip from being bitten by her pearly teeth, which were instantly stained even more vividly with blood.
"Senior brother, I mean, what if?"

"If Dean Chen really passes away, will what we've learned still be useful?"

Her movement of stuffing the paper bag into the red lacquered wooden drawer suddenly froze, the crisp sound of the sandalwood hitting the copper clasp particularly clear in the quiet room: "What I mean is, even if Dean Chen didn't die, he just recently suffered a heart attack or something similar."

The subtle tremor in his throat was cut off by the sound of swallowing: "I feel like the professional knowledge we're currently learning is fragmented."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's brows furrowed instantly. The deep frown that had lingered between his brows for many years reappeared and vanished intermittently. His hands clenched tightly, and fine beads of sweat slowly seeped from his skin.

Fang Ziye's gaze also darted away, his eyes lingering on the butterfly shadow cast by the stray hairs behind Luo Tingzhu's ear: "Atherosclerotic plaques are divided into 'stable' and 'vulnerable' types. Vulnerable plaques have a large lipid core and a thin fibrous cap, making them prone to sudden rupture due to blood flow shear force or inflammatory response."

"However, the stability of plaques cannot be fully assessed through routine examinations (such as coronary CTA), and their rupture may be triggered by minor external forces (such as blood pressure fluctuations), which are simply difficult to monitor in real time with current medical techniques!"

Fang Ziye could only think of two possible reasons why Chen Song might have gotten into trouble: one was a heart attack, and the other was arrhythmia leading to a heart attack or heart failure.

Therefore, Fang Ziye skipped the question and went straight to talking about some physiological mechanisms of myocardial infarction.

Whether a heart attack will occur or not cannot be fully predicted by modern medical understanding.

However, whether online or in the sanatorium, Fang Ziye had heard of some skilled traditional Chinese medicine practitioners who could accurately predict the time of death.

The underlying principle is unknown, but this phenomenon represents a shock to Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu's worldviews.

Luo Tingzhu sat back down beside Fang Ziye, the hem of her white dress slipping half an inch with the movement, revealing her slender kneecap. She placed her fingers interlaced on her knees, her fingernails gleaming with the cold light of mother-of-pearl: "The most likely source of a blood clot is the rupture of lipid plaques in the blood vessels!"

"The problem is that plaque rupture depends not only on the structure, but also on factors such as local inflammation, such as the degradation of the fibrous cap by matrix metalloproteinases secreted by macrophages."

"However, inflammatory activity is also fluctuating, and even though PET-CT can detect inflammation, it cannot achieve real-time monitoring."

"Chronic inflammation does increase plaque instability, but when it crosses the threshold and triggers an acute event may depend on chance factors."

“Occasional factors such as smoking or emotional excitement can cause the sympathetic nervous system to release catecholamines, which can induce coronary artery spasm and increase myocardial oxygen consumption, thus disrupting the supply and demand balance.”

"Decreased parasympathetic activity may also indirectly trigger events, but these transient changes in neural regulation cannot be quantified and predicted."

"Even the same triggers, such as cold or strenuous exercise, can elicit drastically different reactions in different individuals, or even in the same person at different times, depending on the immediate state of hormone levels, endothelial function, and other factors..."

Luo Tingzhu spoke faster, and the corners of her eyes reddened with excitement.

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu are both excellent at reciting. Luo Tingzhu's voice is clear and beautiful. At this moment, she is immersed in the professional discussion, so she has hidden her previous "loss of composure"!
From the perspective of a rigorous medical scholar, I earnestly discussed the factor of myocardial infarction with Fang Ziye.

Although the two were discussing myocardial infarction, their discussion was not limited to it.

For example, arrhythmia, cerebral infarction, and hemorrhagic stroke caused by ruptured cerebral blood vessels are all unpredictable, even if predicted an hour in advance.

If Chen Song and others can predict 'unknown events' through pulse diagnosis, then it would be another challenge to the 'authenticity' or 'advanced nature' of modern medical principles, indicating that modern medicine may not have even entered the introductory stage yet.

Fang Ziye took Luo Tingzhu's right hand and scratched the nail of Luo Tingzhu's little finger with his index finger: "The problem is that even after the plaque ruptures, the collagen exposure will instantly activate the platelet and coagulation system, forming a thrombus within minutes. This process involves a complex cascade reaction, and its speed far exceeds the response time of current detection technology!"

"The uncontrollability of vasospasm. Current technologies (such as electrocardiograms and biomarkers) only show abnormalities after infarction and cannot provide early warning!"

"Actually, what if?" Fang Ziye hesitated, not finishing his sentence.

After a moment of hesitation, Luo Tingzhu said in a low voice, "If Dean Chen's guess is correct, then does that prove that these factors that we currently consider unpredictable are actually predictable?"

"At least in traditional Chinese medicine, pulse diagnosis can provide early warnings."

"So, can modern medicine also accurately predict this specific event through similar pre-disease biomarkers?"

Fang Ziye shook his head upon hearing this: "That makes sense, but it's too difficult. It requires overturning many of the most basic principles of physiology and pathology and redefining them before there is any hope."

"Otherwise, current physiological and pathological analyses of special events like myocardial infarction will only become a constraint on early warning and awareness."

Luo Tingzhu's phone flashed and made a "ding-dong" sound.

The phone notification sounded like a silver needle falling to the ground. Luo Tingzhu's fingertips trembled slightly as she unlocked the screen, the cold light making her pupils appear like glass: "Chen Xixian sent a message."

"Senior brother, are you going to visit Dean Chen now? Should I go with you?" Luo Tingzhu's eyes were very nervous.

Fang Ziye held Luo Tingzhu's hand, his fingers touching her radial artery: "Tingzhu, your heart rate has suddenly increased by at least 20 beats per minute. Does the matter of Dean Chen remind you of your grandmother?"

"I feel like you care about this even more than I do!"

Fang Ziye is not only Dean Chen Song's "friend despite the age gap", but also Luo Tingzhu's boyfriend and fiancé. He understands Luo Tingzhu better than anyone else.

Luo Tingzhu is not usually this warm-hearted; in fact, she is rather aloof.

When Luo Tingzhu first arrived at the Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital, Fang Ziye thought she was an iceberg. Now, Luo Tingzhu treats others the same way she treated Fang Ziye back then—without pretense or pretense.

Luo Tingzhu nodded, not denying it: "I don't know if it's because of Chen Xixian, but Dean Chen is very good to me too!"

“When you were in the sanatorium, he rarely came to see me. He just often asked the professors in the research area. During the time you went to Wuhan, Dean Chen often asked me and Chen Xixian to have meals with him.”

"I've received quite a few invitations, and I can't refuse them all."

"The way he looked at me was so familiar; it was so much like the way my grandmother looked back then..."

Luo Tingzhu is actually a very thoughtful person. She knows very well who is good to her, who is not good to her, and who has 'ulterior motives' towards her. However, there are some relationships that she is too lazy to deal with.

There are some relationships that she has no choice but to deal with, even if it's difficult.

Before she could finish speaking, Fang Ziye pulled her into his arms. His chin rested on the top of her head, his palms applying just the right amount of pressure to encircle Luo Tingzhu.

"Then go if you want. If I go now, I'll probably just chat with Dean Chen for a while."

"You've already done all the necessary physical examinations, blood tests, MRIs, and other medical checkups. There's no point in me doing them again." Fang Ziye handed the choice over to Luo Tingzhu.

"Well, then I guess I won't go." Luo Tingzhu lowered her head.

Her voice was low, and she drew circles in front of her abdomen with her index fingers: "I can't help much. With my current skills, seeing Dean Chen is no different from when I sent my grandmother off to her death in high school."

"Then you can rest at home a little longer..."

"I'll try to be back as soon as possible," Fang Ziye said.

Luo Tingzhu looked up at Fang Ziye and said, "Senior brother, you can come back a little later."

"Although I am relatively young, I can tell that Dean Chen is a very pure doctor, a senior, and a master in the medical field."

"In his life, he has seen all the glory, wealth, high position, and the coldness of the world. His only regret may be that he still feels ignorant and has not finished doing what he wanted to do and should have done."

"Almost all of his peers have died, so it's very rare for him to find a friend who is much older than him."

"Mr. Chen told me that Dean Chen no longer worries about his children and grandchildren because they all have their own futures and will never starve or be cold. He is only afraid that no one will be able to carry on his mantle, and he only regrets that his life is too short and he feels more and more ignorant as he gets older."

Luo Tingzhu used the phrase "all dead".

……

Chen Song's villa is hidden deep in the camphor forest, its eaves and brackets gleaming bluish-gray in the moonlight.

As darkness fell, fallen leaves danced in the wind under the streetlights. Fang Ziye parked his car in the parking lot in front of another old-style villa owned by Dean Chen Song in Enshi. A cool night breeze blew in through his collar, making Fang Ziye tighten his collar.

In the distance, the outlines of the mountains are faintly visible in the twilight, like a light ink painting, with clear black and white contrasts.

Along the sidewalk, several moths under the streetlights fluttered tirelessly around the dim light.

In the dim light, the shadows of the roadside trees stretched long, swaying gently in the wind. These shadows intertwined with the dappled shadows on the ground, only to be temporarily obliterated by Fang Ziye's relentless footsteps.

Fang Ziye had changed out of his formal attire and was now wearing a hooded sweatshirt and jeans, along with clean white sneakers. Before entering the room, he looked down and carefully examined his shoelaces.

The villa has a separate security booth. The booth is lit and two people are walking around. One of them opened the window and shone a flashlight on the ground.

"Is this Dr. Fang Ziye?" A deep, middle-aged male voice came from behind.

"I am Fang Ziye." Fang Ziye looked up, touched his chin, and made sure that he had shaved his beard clean.

The sliding door of the security booth opened slowly, and one of the security guards walked out briskly. He even offered Fang Ziye a cigarette and forced a smile: "Dr. Fang, Dr. Chen and Boss Chen have already instructed that you can drive the car in directly when you arrive."

"It gets a bit cold at night here, as it's near the foot of the mountain."

Fang Ziye politely declined, saying, "It's alright, my car is already parked. I'll walk in."

"I don't smoke, thank you."

"Dr. Fang, please come with me." The security guard didn't force a cigarette on Fang Ziye, but respectfully led him into the courtyard where Chen Song was located.

"My other colleague has already informed Dr. Chen, and Dr. Chen said he is waiting for you in the tea room in the living room."

"Just walk through this archway and turn right, and you'll be there." The security team knew the furnishings in the courtyard like the back of their hand, so they must be one of the people Chen Song trusted most.

Fang Ziye also noticed that the middle-aged man looked honest and simple, but the calluses on his hands were very thick, indicating that he was at least a martial arts expert, with no limit to his skill.

Fang Ziye quickly followed the security guard's directions to the entrance of the villa. After knocking on the old-fashioned wooden door, Dean Chen Song's strong and resonant voice came from outside: "Come in!"

Fang Ziye pushed open the door, looked around, and then stopped at a 30-degree angle to his right.

At this moment, Chen Song held a glazed teacup in his left hand and a fountain pen in his right, writing something intently.

The room was as bright as day, but not glaring.

Even under the light, Chen Song still exuded a refined air, sitting upright with a strong and resonant voice.

The room was filled with the aroma of tea, but no one could tell what kind of tea it was.

"Dr. Fang, did you bring X-rays back from Kyoto specifically for this purpose?"

“Just a few days ago, some of my younger relatives gave me some authentic Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Pao tea, and this is all that’s left. And you’re still trying to take advantage of me?” Chen Song put down his pen and teacup at the same time.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye stepped over the threshold, turned around and closed the door, and said with a smile, "Dean Chen, I drink tea like a cow drinking water, it would be a waste for me to drink such good stuff."

"Do you have any of our local camellias here? I just need some to quench my thirst."

Chen Song was from Enshi, and so was Chen Guangbai.

Fang Ziye didn't know if there was a custom in other places where if an elderly person was about to die, all the restrictions on them would be lifted in Enshi.

Smoke if you want, drink if you want, eat meat if you want, see whoever you want to see, and try not to leave any regrets on your final journey.

Authentic tea leaves from the original Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Pao mother trees are priceless and unavailable!

Ninety-nine point nine percent of what you see on the market is fake.

Fang Ziye was not surprised at all that Chen Song was able to get such good stuff. If Chen Song really wanted to use his influence, he could get his hands on some special supplies.

Perhaps Chen Song has now freed himself from the "shackles" that bind him.

The saying goes that a dying man's words are good, and Chen and Song probably have opened up about that now.

"Come on, have a taste!"

"She was made by Chen Xixian. She doesn't have much talent in other areas, but she did learn them specifically," Chen Song said politely.

Fang Ziye sat down cautiously, but not too restrained. After settling down steadily, he continued to scrutinize Chen Song while activating his physical examination technique, and replied with a smile, "Dean Chen, I am truly honored to be able to drink tea brewed by Miss Chen Xixian."

"Actually, Dean Chen, you don't need to worry about Chen Xixian not being married yet!"

Fang Ziye was also from Enshi, and he knew very well that what older people like Chen Song were most worried about was having no descendants who had started their own families. Many older people would say things like, "If I could see you get married and have children, then I could die in peace," which were all kinds of manipulative remarks...

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings; I originally thought I could see through all of this."

"In reality, we've already been trapped. And now that we've come this far, while we may be open-minded, we still have our own thoughts!" Chen Song smiled.

“Some of my old friends passed away before me, and they all saw their great-grandchildren.”

Chen and Song specifically emphasized the words "great-grandson".

Fang Ziye poured himself a cup of tea. The tea simmered in the glazed teacup, and the strong aroma of the tea instantly wafted up, making Fang Ziye feel refreshed.

The high price of some items is not solely due to their brand reputation.

Although the price has been inflated, the product is truly a good product.

Fang Ziye took a small sip, but couldn't taste anything, so he sighed regretfully, "Dean Chen, it's such a waste to give this to me." Chen Song nodded, "Since you put it that way, it really is a waste."

"The heights of Wuyi are like Penglai, where I gather the spiritual buds and plant them myself. The fragrance lingers even in this remote place, and the bees and butterflies have not yet fully arrived in the cold valley. The red dress seems to want to keep people drunk, and the brocade screen is open for guests. After drinking, where can one find peace of mind? The distant mountains are layered and piled up in green."

After Chen Song finished speaking, he gently closed his eyes, it was unclear whether he was savoring the tea or reflecting on his life.

Fang Ziye didn't understand whose poem Chen Song had quoted: "Dean Chen, have you really not felt unwell lately?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Song opened his eyes and handed both of his wrists to Fang Ziye.

"Investigate?"

“This thing, you only get to do it once in your life,” Chen Song gestured to Fang Ziye.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye placed both hands on Chen Song's wrists. Chen Song's pulse was strong and regular, showing no signs of being a dying man.

Fang Ziye shook his head regretfully: "Dean Chen, I'm sorry."

He can't really not know how.

It was something completely unrelated, and even if Fang Ziye wanted to add something at the last minute, there wouldn't be enough time.

Fang Ziye is completely ignorant of traditional Chinese medicine; his only skill is [Basic Traditional Chinese Medicine (Level 0, 1/5)].

This was during Fang Ziye's undergraduate studies, when he studied Traditional Chinese Medicine as a 'required course' for the exam. He had only memorized some basic knowledge and knew the most fundamental things.

Chen Song didn't press the matter, withdrew his hand, and asked with a hint of smugness, "Fang Ziye, if something really happens to me recently, what will you think?"

Fang Ziye felt a bit of a headache after hearing this.

The saying goes, "Old people are like children," and at this moment, even the usually serious and meticulous Chen Song became like an old child.

If something really bad happens, what will I think? I'll question the meaning of life, and you're so happy about that? Do you even know what it means if something bad happens to you?
"Dean Chen? Let's not joke like that. I hope you can live another ten or twenty years."

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he noticed Chen Song's eyelids twitching and said, "This is not a sarcastic or flattering remark, but rather based on Dean Chen's physical condition and academic level."

“You are currently in good health, without any illness or pain. You can eat, sleep, walk, and move around. Your mental state is also very good, and you can even make regular rounds in the clinical area.”

"Some people in their fifties or sixties may not be able to keep up with your lifestyle."

"Secondly, the overall situation at the sanatorium still needs to be decided by Director Chen."

"I don't understand traditional Chinese medicine, so from all the signs I've observed so far, it seems that you, Dean Chen, should be safe."

"However, precisely because I don't understand Traditional Chinese Medicine, I'm willing to trust Dean Chen's assessment!"

"Inconceivable, unbelievable, and filled with doubt." Fang Ziye said calmly, lowering his hands.

Upon hearing this, Chen Song nodded: "You did tell the truth."

"But Fang Ziye, at this stage, you're not even willing to switch careers to traditional Chinese medicine?"

"Actually, traditional Chinese medicine is not as difficult as you imagine. With your talent, you will definitely be famous throughout China in less than 20 years. At that time, you will only be 50 years old."

Chen Song wasn't trying to persuade Fang Ziye; he was genuinely disappointed. His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing an indescribable melancholy.

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "Dean Chen, the path of medicine may differ, but the destination is the same."

"You told me before that any medicine that can cure diseases is traditional Chinese medicine, and only medicine that can cure diseases is the correct medicine."

"Modern medicine should be included within traditional Chinese medicine, so what difference does it make whether I study traditional Chinese medicine or not?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine is also divided into many schools, such as typhoid fever and spleen and stomach.

"Each school of thought uses different medications. As long as it can effectively treat the disease, isn't it a good prescription?"

"Dean Chen, you don't think that the prescriptions written by the experts in our TCM group are useless just because they are different from your habits, do you?"

Chen Song said, "You young people think fast, I can't argue with you. So I'm too lazy to try to persuade you anymore."

"Actually, I don't have that many regrets, I just feel really reluctant to leave!"

After Chen Song finished speaking, he got up and walked to the window, opened the wooden lattice window, and Fang Ziye immediately felt the cold wind blowing in from outside the window. He also stood up.

Chen Song looked out the window and said, "I am from Enshi."

"This place gave me birth and nurtured me, and it will also be where I am buried."

"When I was young, I always wanted to explore the world. I thought I should be like my teacher and create my own world."

"It's just a pity that my mentor passed away too early. For many years afterward, I stumbled along on my own."

"I have dodged many calamities, but I also know that I will eventually be unable to escape the calamity that no one can escape."

"My only regret is that even though I've lived to be over ninety and studied traditional Chinese medicine for eighty-one years, I'm still so ignorant?"

"Fang Ziye, why do you ask? I've read so many classic texts by my predecessors, so many prescriptions, both ancient and modern, and I've treated so many patients. I've also witnessed so many years of rapid scientific and technological development."

"I still don't understand Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"I still have many things I want to do." Chen Song's voice was neither cold nor warm, showing no particular disappointment, only reluctance.

He talked less about his family affairs, and more about the future of Chen Guangxia and Chen Xixian, and more about the many unfinished things he had to do and how ignorant he felt.

Fang Ziye still cannot understand Chen Song's state of mind.

But Fang Ziye has now learned a little bit to reflect on the present by drawing on the past.

Fang Ziye himself couldn't compose poetry, but at this moment he could recite a poem he had memorized for Chen Song: "Is this not the same as when Mengde was besieged by Zhou Yu? When he conquered Jingzhou, captured Jiangling, and sailed eastward with the current, his ships stretched for a thousand miles, his banners covered the sky, he poured wine by the river, and composed poems with his spear across his hand. He was indeed a hero of his time, but where is he now?"

"We are but mayflies in the vastness of the universe, a grain of millet in the boundless ocean. I lament the brevity of my life, and envy the endless flow of the Yangtze River. I wish I could ride the immortals and roam freely, and embrace the bright moon to live forever. But I know this cannot be achieved in an instant, so I entrust my lingering thoughts to the mournful wind."

People who study traditional Chinese medicine generally have high cultural literacy and a better understanding of ancient books and poems than people in other majors.

"Master Su Dongpo's talent will last for eternity; how can I compare to him?"

"That makes sense. Even someone like Su Dongpo would be filled with emotion, let alone an ordinary person like me?"

After Chen Song finished speaking, he shook his head, turned around, and said as if giving his last instructions, "I have finished organizing all the notes I needed to organize."

"What should have been handed over has been handed over to the rightful recipients."

"I've started to do what I needed to do. Even if none of these things end well, at least I did them, even if I couldn't finish them."

"My only regret is that the person I most wanted to give gifts to was indifferent to what I gave them."

Chen and Song's statement was not just an explicit statement, but a form of psychological manipulation, implying that Fang Ziye disrespected the elderly, and even more so, those who were dying.

Fang Ziye bowed slightly and replied, "Dean Chen, it is only right. I dare not refuse such a gift from an elder."

“But students feel that life is also limited. They feel that there is not enough time to specialize in one thing. If they go to learn another thing, it will either be just a hobby and they will only dabble in it. This will not live up to Dean Chen’s good intentions.”

"Or they'll try to do everything at once, only to end up with something that's neither fish nor fowl!"

"This would be even more disappointing to Dean Chen."

"Thirdly!" Fang Ziye didn't give Dean Chen Song a chance to speak: "My current thinking, my most instinctive and inherent thinking, is modern medicine, which I have been studying since I was eighteen years old."

"If I really do follow your instructions, Dean Chen, and ultimately try to deconstruct traditional Chinese medicine using modern medical theories, what if I happen to have some influence in modern medicine?"

"It will have even more serious consequences."

"At this point, it's not just about failing to live up to Dean Chen's good intentions, but about letting Dean Chen down, as things have gone against our wishes."

"Dean Chen, everything I've experienced is etched into my very bones, because it's my experience, and it can't be erased." After saying this, Fang Ziye bowed respectfully to Dean Chen Song.

His words were sincere and every sentence was reasonable and logical; he was not being stubborn!
Chen Song remained silent, only turning back to look at Fang Ziye with a regretful expression, muttering softly, "I wish we had met sooner!"

Fang Ziye continued to comfort him, saying, "Dean Chen, even if we had met earlier, you probably wouldn't have thought much of me."

"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes fate; when the time is right, you will naturally meet."

"Since the facts are already set, then it's just that fate wasn't enough, but it was enough."

"Because I must have met you, Dr. Chen, and learned that there are people like you, Dean Chen, in the field of traditional Chinese medicine."

Traditional Chinese medicine is very conservative, and many schools of thought have faded into history because of this conservatism.

There are very few people like Chen Song who are so ruthless in their own field, especially within the field of traditional Chinese medicine.

In fact, modern medicine is also very conservative. Many professors in modern medicine are unwilling to believe in the authenticity of traditional Chinese medicine. Even some academicians have publicly stated this.

The theories of Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) are outdated; only the herbal remedies are good and worth studying. However, the theories of TCM are too metaphysical and belong to the past…

Chen Song then stopped talking to Fang Ziye about anything else.

Fang Ziye also inquired in detail about the corresponding preparations made by Dean Chen Song.

Upon hearing that Dean Chen Song had invited many renowned doctors from the fields of modern medicine and traditional Chinese medicine to Enshi, Fang Ziye felt relieved.

Chen Song could face death calmly, but he would not actively "seek death"!
He had found his own Achilles' heel, knowing that he might be heading towards the ultimate fate of traditional Chinese medicine. If he could prove this, then he would have completed the final journey of every traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.

Chen Song could proudly tell those around him, "This is the 'dead vein,' this is what I've learned and passed down. In the future, when you touch this kind of thing, you'll know it's the 'dead vein'..."

Chen Song could also truly understand what "dead pulse" meant!
However, if Chen Song "came back to life" after feeling the "death pulse," then it means that the description of the death pulse in classical Chinese medicine is incomplete.

Perhaps, given the level of understanding at the time, a certain condition and pulse seemed beyond saving, but with the development of the times, the so-called 'dead pulse' may no longer be considered dead.

Therefore, the pulse pattern of 'dead pulse' needs to be re-examined and redefined.

As Chen Song concluded, his voice became slightly impassioned as he said, "Death is death, but he has returned to the classics."

"If I am not dead, then I am not dead. I can use my own strength to carefully experience the death pulse in the classics and then find a way to correct it."

"The future path to death can be redefined. It won't hinder my preparations over the past week."

"This may be the last exploration I will ever undertake in my life!"

Fang Ziye replied, "Dean Chen, you don't need to be too pessimistic. You are in very good health now, and maybe things aren't as bad as you think."

"Maybe nothing happened at all?"

Chen Song smiled upon hearing this and offered no further rebuttal.

What if nothing happens?

That would be even better, as he could face everything that followed more calmly, and could more calmly reorganize or redefine the classic pulse pattern of "death pulse".

He was prepared for even the most extreme reversals!
Why would you be afraid that nothing will happen?
After Fang Ziye parted ways with Chen Song, Chen Guangbai called Fang Ziye and asked if he wanted to go out for a late-night snack.

Fang Ziye politely declined, replying, "Mr. Chen, I just finished eating, and I ate very heartily. I can't eat anything right now."

"Mr. Chen, if you want to go for a late-night snack, you can call some other people."

Fang Ziye didn't believe Chen Guangbai would actually go out for a "late-night snack" at this time. He himself was a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, and his own father was already in critical condition; how could he possibly have the mind to go out for a late-night snack?!

“Then next time!” Chen Guangbai replied.

"Okay, Mr. Chen." After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye opened his car door, started the car with the keyless start button, turned on the low beam headlights first, and then turned on the high beam headlights.

Outside the car headlights, geese and fireflies fluttered about!

Perhaps chasing light is an instinct for all living things, and they are willing to risk their lives for it.

Fang Ziye stepped on the gas and sped off.

Recently, what Fang Ziye, Chen Song, and others have been doing is what everyone's ultimate destiny is.

It's just waiting to die!

Death is something everyone has to go through. Although Fang Ziye was reluctant, he could only face Dean Chen Song's departure with equanimity.

He is also quite old...

(End of this chapter)