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Chapter 703 A gentleman will die for one who understands him! (Please subscribe)
"Professor Fang, to be honest, the patient who was transferred from our urology department to your department was intentionally chosen by Dean Wang as a typical case for emergency treatment!"

"The family contacted me this morning, saying that your trauma surgery department strongly recommends amputation, otherwise they may face the risk of death."

"Isn't this a bit of an exaggeration?"

“Even if it’s difficult to treat, controlling the infection shouldn’t be too hard, right?” Dr. Zhang Ziqian, associate chief physician of urology, spoke in a gentle yet firm tone.

Fang Ziye stood alone in the ward corridor, facing the nurses' station, watching Yuan Weihong and the others continue their rounds. He laughed and replied, "Brother Qian, we in the trauma surgery department had a special meeting to discuss this case."

"We even invited Professor Xiong, who had been retired from our department for many years, back to lead the team. The situation is indeed very complicated."

"Although it is an infection, the patient's condition is special. He has been in and out of the ICU multiple times. In order to ensure the patient's life safety, our department still recommends amputation to save his life."

"Brother Qian, this isn't about shirking responsibility or being lazy; it's just that things really can't go on."

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, a nurse at the nurses' station handed him a small orange, which Fang Ziye politely declined by waving his hand.

After listening calmly as Zhang Ziqian took a few deep breaths, he spoke again: "Professor Fang, this patient has had an exceptionally difficult time since being injured."

"During the initial admission period, it was your department that performed the limb-sparing surgery for the severe injury. It was only through the joint diagnosis and treatment of multiple specialties in our hospital that we have achieved the situation we have today."

"It would be truly regrettable to have to amputate now."

"Moreover, the patient and family have a very strong desire to save the limb. My personal opinion is that if Professor Fang and your team can still find a way, we should try to avoid such a terminal decision."

"Even if we don't consider creating a typical case, we should still consider it from the perspective of the patient and their family."

Zhang Ziqian remained calm, and we tried our best to reason with him.

The decision to amputate was made by Fang Ziye, so he said without hesitation, "Director Zhang, we made this painful decision precisely because of the consideration for the patient and their family."

“When this patient was first admitted to the hospital, our department was also aiming to save his limb; otherwise, we wouldn’t have put in so much effort.”

"But Director Zhang, this patient has been subjected to numerous jolts since admission, and the functional state of his vascular structures and organs is no longer what it used to be!"

"If this patient hadn't had so many complications when admitted to the hospital after the trauma, our trauma surgery department wouldn't have been able to save the limb; it might be due to our limited expertise!"

"But the objective conditions do not allow it now; we cannot perform surgery just for the sake of performing surgery."

"No matter how well the surgery is performed, if the patient ultimately loses their life, the surgery is meaningless!"

"Based on the above, our department is in agreement: amputation should be performed as soon as possible!"

"Director Zhang, we hope you can understand our sentiments."

"We are orthopedic surgeons. We are the professionals who least want patients to collapse in the face of our orthopedic diseases."

"But we are trauma surgeons; we must be responsible for the cases in our specialty!"

Fang Ziye's attitude was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Sigh..." Zhang Ziqian sighed with great regret.

Zhang Ziqian said, "Since Professor Fang and your department have already made a decision, I won't say anything more."

"We also respect Professor Fang's and the trauma surgery department's treatment recommendations..."

"Thank you for your understanding, Director Zhang. If you are not comfortable giving a reply to Dean Wang, I can go to Dean Wang's office in person to explain after I finish my rounds!" Fang Ziye said.

Zhang Ziqian said, "No need for that. Dean Wang asked me to call you, Professor Fang!"

"As long as you've found out, that's fine."

Fang Ziye quickly said, "Then please pass on a message to Dean Wang, saying that I have failed his trust, but there is really no way to treat this patient. We are all just human beings, and we must acknowledge the relative inadequacy of objective technology and the constraints we face."

To know is to know, and to know is not to know.

Some surgeries should only be performed if they are feasible. If a comprehensive evaluation determines that a surgery is not feasible, and even creating the necessary conditions does not guarantee that it will not be performed, then one should not label oneself as omnipotent.

Decisive and straightforward, without dragging things out.

Performing surgery for the sake of classic or typical cases, risking uncertain outcomes, is irresponsible to the patient and betrays one's own conscience.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye caught up with the crowd and began his routine ward rounds.

Ten minutes later, after Yuan Weihong and his team finished checking on a ward, he came out and asked, "Did you explain everything clearly?"

Fang Ziye nodded: "Yes, it was Zhang Ziqian from the Department of Urology who called. I relayed our stance, and Director Zhang didn't say much."

Yuan Weihong nodded: "I also communicated with the patient and his family for two hours last night, and their attitude has wavered."

"Let's go ask them again..."

After Yuan Weihong finished speaking, he took two steps away, then stopped and asked, "Which is more regrettable: not having money for treatment or having money but not being able to get treatment?"

Yuan Weihong's question was an expression of empathy.

Everyone was silent.

Fang Ziye also remained silent.

Yuan Weihong stopped hesitating and finally decided on a plan, sentencing the old man to death for both legs!
……

When Yuan Weihong and the others came out of the ward, they could faintly hear the old man's daughter sobbing and the old man's son's helpless complaints.

"Damn it, even if we give them money, it won't go into our pockets. Holy crap..."

The old man sighed and said, "Let it be, that's fate."

“We have found out everything we need to know. Professor Fang Ziye’s limb-preserving surgery technique is among the best in the country.”

"If that's the case, we can only accept our fate."

……

"Get into the operating room." Yuan Weihong's cold command interrupted Qin Geluo and Li Nuo's wandering thoughts.

Fang Ziye's thoughts gradually returned to reality: "Master, did we have three surgeries scheduled today?"

"Yes, bed 5 is the first, bed 9 is the second, and bed 6 is the third. Bed 6 was specially admitted for Qin Geluo. Although our main business is functional reconstruction after trauma surgery, bone transport is also the cornerstone of our trauma surgery."

"Qin Geluo, you should be ready by now, right?" Yuan Weihong used a specific proposition to pull everyone's thinking back on track.

"Brother Wei, thank you for your hard work." Qin Ge immediately became nervous.

This will require a solo surgeon.

After entering the operating room, Fang Ziye continued to act as the supervisor.

……

It was 10:15 a.m.

Fang Ziye, who was sitting against the wall, stood up, held his phone to his ear, and after confirming that the current surgical rhythm was stable, walked out of the operating room.

"Professor Chi, good morning!" Fang Ziye's voice was tinged with laughter.

"Professor Fang isn't on stage?" Chi Jianhua asked with a hearty laugh when he heard Fang Ziye answer the phone immediately.

"You've been learning and accumulating knowledge offstage, so why did you suddenly think of calling me, Teacher Chi? Do you have any instructions?" Fang Ziye asked briefly before getting straight to the point.

"There are indeed a few things I need to ask Team Leader Fang about."

"The first thing is about expanding the Phase II clinical trial. Team Leader Fang, is there any problem with our hospital's clinical trial?"

"Personally, I feel that we cooperated quite well," Chi Jianhua said with a smile.

Phase II clinical trials can usually be carried out sequentially within half a month to a month after the completion of Phase I clinical trials.

The duration varies from one to three months, depending on the number of cases.

"Teacher Chi, definitely!"

"The Department of Orthopedics at Union Hospital is the benchmark for orthopedics in Hubei Province. If you, Professor Chi, were to leave without a job, I would be crying and have no one to consult."

Fang Ziye asked frankly, "Does Professor Chi think that my two trips to Peking Union Medical College Hospital have disrupted your normal work order?"

"If so, I'll try to run as little as possible later on!"

Upon hearing this, Chi Jianhua immediately said, "Professor Fang truly has the heart of a child, and he's quite mischievous!"

"Professor Yao and I have long agreed that we welcome Professor Fang to come and exchange ideas anytime, whether it's mutual learning or Professor Fang giving a lecture. We are open to acknowledging our shortcomings!"

"Professor Fang, the second thing is to explain a little anecdote to you."

"Professor Fang, as you know, it takes time to verify the results of pathological sections."

"The results from rapid sectioning are far less accurate than the final paraffin results. This morning, Dr. Wu Qiong, the director of our hospital's pathology department, personally called me to explain."

"If this matter has caused you any inconvenience, Professor Fang, please forgive me."

Chi Jianhua came to deliver a message.

In fact, it is perfectly normal for rapid pathology section results to differ from final paraffin section results, and the pathology department of Peking Union Medical College Hospital does not need to provide any explanation.

However, this time it was a hospitalized patient at Peking Union Medical College Hospital who, based on the results of rapid pathology slides, reported Fang Ziye, and specifically, reported that Fang Ziye had made a misdiagnosis.

If the final result confirms that Fang Ziye misdiagnosed, that would be great; after all that trouble, another huge blunder has occurred...

"Professor Chi, Professor Wu from your hospital's pathology department is overthinking it."

“The pathological sections of idiopathic osteomyelitis and osteosarcoma are very similar, and it takes a lot of patience and care to distinguish their pathological features.”

"How could I possibly care about that?"

After Fang Ziye finished explaining, he added, "Moreover, Professor Chi, you and I are both clinicians."

"Even if Peking Union Medical College Hospital eventually confirms that I misdiagnosed the patient, whether or not the patient comes to report me is a decision for the patient and their family to make."

"Everyone makes mistakes; the only difference is the magnitude of those mistakes."

"In clinical practice, misdiagnosis is a common occurrence..."

Fang Ziye did not blame the pathology department of Peking Union Medical College Hospital, nor did he say that Chi Jianhua and others were not meticulous enough in their work; he did not even consider that possibility.

This patient's complaint was entirely a decision made by the patient and their family after careful consideration.

Even if osteosarcoma is misdiagnosed as non-osteosarcoma, it's not a big deal.

If someone wants to kill a doctor because of a misdiagnosis of a tumor, then no doctor can reach the position of chief physician without any consequences.

Because no one can guarantee that the diagnoses they make when they are "young" are 100% correct.

"Thank you for your generosity, Professor Fang. However, the above is just a message relayed by Director Wu of the Pathology Department. For me personally and from the perspective of the specialty, what I am more curious about is the objective basis for your judgment that this patient does not have osteosarcoma."

"Leaving aside whether Professor Fang had the MRI scans taken in August of this year during his outpatient clinic."

“Last night, Professor Fang, based on the patient’s MRI, you explained to him in person that this was not a sign of osteosarcoma, and your attitude was extremely sincere.”

"There must be some trick to this, right?" Chi Jianhua is a professional orthopedic doctor, so he was interested in how Fang Ziye did it and whether he could ask him for advice and learn more about it.

If this could be developed into a research project, it would expand the current diagnostic methods for osteosarcoma and further enrich the professional capabilities of the bone tumor specialty.

"Professor Chi, this question isn't actually that complicated."

"First of all, the patient's illness was not long. The patient's MRI results are also genuine imaging data."

“In December of last year, no special signs were found in the patient’s femoral epiphysis. In August of this year, lesions were found, and the lymph nodes also showed changes.”

"This only took eight months from start to finish."

"This is unless it's a particularly malignant tumor."

"According to the pattern of malignant tumor development, it should have metastasized to distant sites long ago, and may even be in the cachectic stage by now."

"The patient's current symptoms do not support this."

"The common subtypes of osteosarcoma are not that malignant."

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he paused for five seconds, reorganized his thoughts, and then said, "Secondly, the occurrence and development of osteosarcoma generally follow certain patterns."

"If a patient's physical signs and local manifestations do not conform to the pattern, we should avoid a tumor diagnosis as much as possible..."

"Therefore, I was actually quite inexperienced in treating this patient."

"Even if she didn't have this year's MRI results, she should have had another test done when she came to the clinic."

Fang Ziye also summarized his own 'shortcomings in work'!
Overconfidence in one's own experience and skills can lead to a neglect of the importance of leaving behind timely and objective evidence.

In the future, when encountering similar patients, unless it is an extremely rare case, Fang Ziye will not stop the examination to save the patient money.

Hearing Fang Ziye's earnest attitude and polite tone, Chi Jianhua smiled and said, "Professor Fang means that this matter is a long story, so I look forward to having the opportunity to have a detailed discussion with you."

"To be honest, Professor Fang, our orthopedic department is still in a rudimentary stage when it comes to the diagnosis of bone tumors."

"Aside from the very typical sunshine sign, it relies too much on pathology slides from the pathology department."

"The false positive rate is very high."

“Professor Fang, you are also a member of our bone tumor group, so you are not an outsider. Therefore, if the opportunity is right, we can have a meeting together to discuss ways to improve the diagnosis of true tumors.”

“These are my honest thoughts,” Chi Jianhua said, his tone extremely candid.

Fang Ziye was slightly taken aback after hearing this.

Chi Jianhua is considered a senior figure in the Department of Bone Tumors and has a very high reputation in Hubei Province, but he is not arrogant at all and has always maintained a thirst for knowledge.

He did not become stubborn because he was young or because he was not a specialist in bone tumors.

This attitude towards learning is the biggest weapon that makes the Department of Bone Tumors at Peking Union Medical College Hospital stand out, and it is not simply a matter of Professors Yao Zhengwu, Chi Jianhua, and Wang Yichuan.

In contrast, even Fang Ziye, who works at Zhongnan Hospital, has to admit that there is a certain difference in attitude at the Department of Bone Tumors at Zhongnan Hospital…

Such a gap inevitably exists in trauma surgery as well.

"Thank you for the invitation, Professor Chi. If the opportunity arises, I would be happy to learn from you," Fang Ziye said.

Chi Jianhua tactfully changed the subject, saying, "Then I won't bother you any longer, Professor Fang. There's nothing else of great importance."

"Professor Chi, please go ahead with your work," Fang Ziye said with a smile.

After the call was disconnected, Fang Ziye stared at the phone screen for a good ten seconds before finally putting the phone away.

The overall strength of a specialized college is not simply reflected in its professional skills, scientific research output, and talent reserves.

Every aspect, including the foundation, heritage, and atmosphere, should be meticulously considered.

Looking at my own team, we still have a long way to go before we reach a relatively smooth and complete state in these aspects.

Now that we know which way to go, we can only find the right direction and take it slowly; there are no shortcuts.

Fang Ziye did not want his hospital to experience a complete breakdown, so he could only slow down his pace and gradually strengthen his entire team.

Every aspect should be taken into consideration as much as possible.

When Fang Ziye returned, Yuan Weihong was rewarding Liu Haihua for his breakthrough in the training room by giving him a small wound debridement.

Liu Haihua looked as if he were facing a formidable enemy, with a slight sweat on his temples, while Yuan Weihong casually crossed his arms and looked away.

Qin Geluo and Li Nuo were giving Liu Haihua very detailed instructions on what he would be doing later, and were helping him to apply what he had learned in the training room.

For example, in the past, when Fang Ziye received an award, they would say, "Cut along this line from here, specify the depth of the cut, and whether it should be in the form of an arc or a straight arc."

At what level should the depth be localized? After the localization is completed, what operations are still required?

The framework must be listed out in detail to ensure that the entire surgery does not fall apart, thus restraining Liu Haihua and preventing him from becoming the 'divine senior brother' that his junior brothers will talk about in the future!
After Yuan Weihong's eyes met Fang Ziye's, Yuan Weihong gave off a charming, doting smile.

Fang Ziye casually walked to the operating table and began to examine Qin Geluo's teaching ability and Liu Haihua's specific operational skills from an outsider's perspective.

……

After the surgery, Fang Ziye did not go straight back to organize the data, but instead went to the animal laboratory.

Twenty minutes later, Fang Ziye slipped several packs of cigarettes to the "old man" in charge of feeding the animals in the animal laboratory and said, "Uncle Qin, please take good care of these rabbits of mine."

"This is our research group's prized possession. Please make sure you don't cause any problems in raising it."

The old man hesitated for a moment, then said, "Professor Fang, you don't need this. I'm a professional at raising rabbits."

"I take care of one-sixth of the rabbits in our hospital's animal laboratory. There have never been any problems."

"May you be fair-skinned, chubby, and healthy!"

"I specifically studied its diet, and I feed it regularly and in measured amounts every day, and I also clean the rabbit cage..."

"Here, here, Uncle Qin, you've worked hard." Fang Ziye still stuffed the cigarette in.

Uncle Qin couldn't refuse, so he accepted the money and then asked, "Professor Fang, where are the tumors in your group's rabbits located?"

"This looks different from other orthopedic rabbits."

"I've been looking for it for a long time but I still can't find it."

Having spent so much time in the animal laboratory, Uncle Qin could be considered a semi-professional animal testing personnel.

In orthopedic animal tumor experiments, the tumor is usually implanted subcutaneously or on the tibial plateau.

“Lungs, liver!~” Fang Ziye nodded, looking at the rabbits, who were still lively and energetic.

Uncle Qin smiled awkwardly upon hearing this: "Why would you orthopedic doctors need to treat lung and liver tumors?"

"It's a little bit useful, thank you for your hard work, Uncle Qin." After confirming that the rabbits were all safe, Fang Ziye left the animal laboratory.

……

November 2nd, Saturday, 1:00 PM.

Tianhe Airport.

Luo Tingzhu arrived in B from within the country, pushing her suitcase. Upon seeing Fang Ziye, she asked, "Senior brother, have you been here for a long time?"

"Thankfully, it took exactly one hour."

"I pre-ordered KFC, and Nie Mingxian won't be landing for another half hour."

"You haven't had lunch, have you?" Fang Ziye held Luo Tingzhu's hand with one hand and pushed her large pink suitcase with the other, heading towards KFC. Luo Tingzhu boarded the plane at 11:00, and it was only 1:00 now, so she must be hungry.

Luo Tingzhu calmly enjoyed Fang Ziye's meticulous arrangements: "Lan Tianluo, Brother Liao, and Jie Han are all going to the Han City High-Speed ​​Railway Station. Who will pick them up?"

On October 31, the selection process for the first phase of clinical trials officially ended. However, Luo Tingzhu and others did not rush back immediately. Instead, they stayed for another day to organize all the basic data before heading back to Han City together.

The most convenient way to get from Kyoto, Shashi, Guangzhou to Wuhan is by high-speed rail.

"It was Li Yuanpei who went; I couldn't possibly go alone."

“Tingzhu, don’t forget, Li Yuanpei is now the head steward for all of us. We don’t need to worry about this.” Fang Ziye said with a smile, turning his head to the side.

Luo Tingzhu nodded upon hearing this: "It's easy, but it's a bit unfair to Li Yuanpei."

"If he could go to a prefecture-level city hospital or a first-level hospital directly under the city government in Wuhan, he could become a very good clinician."

The two quickly arrived at the entrance of KFC.

Fang Ziye placed Luo Tingzhu and her luggage on the empty seat, then turned to say, "My master once told me that once we put on Kong Yiji's long gown, it's hard to take it off."

"Kong Yiji definitely wore more than one piece of clothing, and after he put on one piece of clothing, he would definitely want another piece of clothing."

"I'll sit here and get my food."

Luo Tingzhu nodded obediently. After Fang Ziye left, Luo Tingzhu politely declined the two people who had boldly come up to add her on WeChat as soon as they entered KFC.

Then her gaze fell on Fang Ziye, and she stood up and walked to Fang Ziye's side to avoid having to refuse anything.

About three minutes later, Fang Ziye and his companion received their food: "It's all yours, eat slowly."

Luo Tingzhu nodded, picked up the fries, and threw them directly into her mouth without wearing gloves!
Even when Fang Ziye looked at her, she no longer acted coy.

After eating about half of it, Luo Tingzhu asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, you're quite busy yourself, how come you still thought of preparing a gift for me in the laboratory?"

“I can do these things myself.”

"Building animal models is exhausting!"

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "I am tired, but it's alright."

"Moreover, it's not just you who got a gift; I've prepared a practical 'gift' for each of you."

Luo Tingzhu is no longer the naive and innocent "orthopedic girl" she once was. She went to the Enshi Sanatorium and is now stationed in another province, responsible for monitoring clinical trials. She has some knowledge of the field now.

"Senior brother, are you trying to keep Brother Liao Jia here?" Luo Tingzhu asked as she opened the box of Orleans chicken wings.

"yes…"

Fang Ziye did not hide his true intentions: "Brother Liao Jia is a rare talent, even one that is difficult to replicate."

"Our current research project can keep him around for a while, but not forever."

"The current project is nearing its end, and the animal experiment project he and Nie Mingxian are working on together will also be coming to a close."

"If we don't open a crack by now, I don't know when he might just pack up and leave."

“Brother Liao Jia is different from Nie Mingxian. He is now financially independent and can come and go as he pleases.”

The gift Fang Ziye prepared for Luo Tingzhu was a standard animal testing model related to anesthesia models.

This became the foundation for Luo Tingzhu's research in the next few years, and Fang Ziye further solidified and reinforced it based on her original research.

It perfectly reflects Luo Tingzhu's own wisdom, while also simplifying and elevating it to a certain extent, so Luo Tingzhu naturally accepts it with a clear conscience.

"So what gift did you prepare for Brother Liao Jia?" Luo Tingzhu asked curiously.

"It's a secret!" Fang Ziye shook his head.

"I won't tell you now, you'll find out later. What I mean is, if Brother Liao Jia really decides to stay, you'll definitely find out."

Luo Tingzhu wasn't particularly curious, but she still needed to satisfy some of her curiosity: "What about Nie Mingxian?"

"It's also an animal model, but unlike yours, it's a tumor model..."

Just as Fang Ziye finished speaking, the phone rang.

Fang Ziye picked it up and looked at it, and sure enough, the note was Nie Mingxian.

"Brother Nie!" Fang Ziye answered the call.

"Fang Ziye, you bastard, what's the meaning of this message you sent?"

"Why can't you wait until I board the plane to send a message, and then we can't talk after I get off the plane, instead of sending a message after I've already boarded and causing a ruckus?"

"Do you take me for a fish?" Nie Mingxian's tone was very serious, and his words were extremely harsh.

"Brother Nie, don't get agitated, it's just the literal meaning."

"I struggled with the decision for a long time before deciding whether or not to tell you."

"After thinking it over, the main reason is that I'm afraid of being scolded by you, so..."

"However, since I've already done it, I've decided to speak out."

"This one strike will decide whether we live or die."

“If they irritate you, Brother Nie, I can kill them anytime.” Fang Ziye’s reply was also quite formal, because the animal experimental models he had set up were very sensitive to Nie Mingxian.

"Go ahead and kill my ass!"

"Where are you now? Which floor, which room, which cage in the animal laboratory? What's the number? I need the details immediately." Nie Mingxian must have landed ahead of schedule.

Before even reaching the exit, she couldn't control her emotions and made a phone call.

"I'm at the airport, waiting for you, Brother Nie!"

"What do you want to eat? I'm at KFC," Fang Ziye asked hurriedly.

“Let’s order takeout! You pay, you fill in the address,” Nie Mingxian said.

"Then come pick me up."

"Thank you!" Nie Mingxian finally choked up.

……

Luo Tingzhu looked at Fang Ziye, scanned him up and down, and then silently began to pack up the food she hadn't finished eating.

“Let’s eat on the way, Tingzhu!” Fang Ziye said.

"Okay." Luo Tingzhu nodded, knowing that Nie Mingxian was quite agitated at the moment...

At 2:03 PM, Nie Mingxian and Fang Ziye arrived at Zhongnan Hospital.

At 2:11 PM, Nie Mingxian finished his takeout.

At 2:30 p.m., Nie Mingxian arrived at the animal laboratory and began recording various indicators of the rabbits, as well as breaking down and analyzing the detailed indicators of the rabbit tumors.

At 5:25 p.m., Nie Mingxian finished eating the takeout he ordered for dinner again!
At 7:37 PM, Nie Mingxian hung up the phone with Liu Guo and went back into the animal laboratory, wandering around the various examination rooms.

At 20:49 PM, Nie Mingxian extracted the various data from the rabbit model and collected them into the computer system.

At 9:25 p.m., Nie Mingxian stared blankly at the computer screen!

At 9:32 p.m., Liu Guo appeared at the entrance of the animal laboratory of Zhongnan Hospital. Looking at Nie Mingxian's back, he glanced at Fang Ziye with a slightly unfriendly look.

Fang Ziye gestured for Liu Guo to be quiet.

At 9:49 p.m., Nie Mingxian resumed his activities and began to organize the data on his computer. He also opened a new Word document that Fang Ziye had sent him.

10:59 PM.

Nie Mingxian's hands fell limply to her sides as she stared at the computer screen, then began to cry and laugh at the same time.

Five minutes later, he reorganized all the materials again, then took several deep breaths, and began to lie face down on the table, motionless, his shoulders occasionally trembling with sobs.

It was 11:49 PM.

Nie Mingxian shut down his computer, composed himself, and walked out of the office.

Liu Guo went up to him with concern: "Nie Mingxian, are you alright? What exactly did Fang Ziye show you?"

"You self-righteous fool," Nie Mingxian said in a chilling tone.

It's unclear whether he was cursing Fang Ziye for being a worthless person, or whether the things Fang Ziye gave him made him feel like he wasn't a worthless person.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye took a deep breath and calmly said, "Brother Nie, I wasn't trying to provoke you."

"The point is whether you deleted all the information in the emails you sent me."

"It's because you yourself care about these things!"

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian flew into a rage, clenching his fists, clenching his teeth, his eyes widening, and his limbs throbbing with explosive force!
Her limbs then began to tremble: "Why couldn't you have been born a few years earlier!!!"

"Fang Ziye!!"

"Why are you only thirty years old this year???"

Faced with Nie Mingxian's questioning, Fang Ziye couldn't answer a single word.

Fang Ziye could not control his birth, nor could he change his major, nor could he make himself learn things earlier.

Furthermore, time and spacetime cannot be reversed.

Liu Guo seemed to have guessed something, looked at Fang Ziye, and asked, "Did you solve that model?"

"We had a preliminary plan, which we worked on for a long time."

“I also went to Peking Union Medical College Hospital privately to collect Uncle Nie’s pathological and imaging data.”

"It's still just a prototype, but the theory is already sound!"

“If we continue on this path, it should be feasible within five years.” Fang Ziye no longer concealed anything.

His gift to Nie Mingxian was a tumor model that had caused Nie Mingxian's father's death. Moreover, Fang Ziye had found an even better treatment plan.

Liu Guo and Luo Tingzhu both guessed it, but they also found it difficult to judge whether Fang Ziye's sudden feeding of such a lump of stuff to Nie Mingxian this year was a good thing or a bad thing.

Because Nie Mingxian must be feeling extremely uncomfortable.

His father had passed away less than two years ago!
Nie Mingxian's father passed away in January of last year.

This November, Fang Ziye actually became the theoretical prototype for treating his tumor.

If Nie Mingxian hadn't handled this matter well, it would have been a lifelong regret for him.

That's why Nie Mingxian was so agitated.

Why couldn't Fang Ziye have been born a few years earlier?

Why is Fang Ziye only thirty years old?

After calming down for a moment, Fang Ziye said, "Brother Nie, I cannot answer your question."

"But we are friends, we are team members, we have come together all the way, and our research ideas and approaches have been with us all the way."

"Nothing in this world is achieved overnight!"

"It is also impossible for something to appear out of thin air like a rootless duckweed."

"Without your concept of a microcirculatory device, there would be no microcirculatory device; without the microcirculatory device and high-level circulatory intervention, there would be no microcirculatory intervention under the intervention of a microcirculatory device."

"Without microcirculation transection, there would be no microcirculation chemotherapy regimen for orthopedic tumors."

"Without a microcirculation chemotherapy regimen for orthopedic tumors, there would be no concept of wedge-shaped circulation in the lungs, let alone the concept of lobulated microcirculation truncation in the liver!"

"Without you, I'd probably be nothing but a piece of trash by now!"

"Whether I was born a few years earlier or a few years later makes no difference!" Fang Ziye explained.

Fang Ziye could bear Nie Mingxian's anger, but it was also Nie Mingxian's own mistake; he was clearly obsessed with his father's illness.

I was secretly looking up relevant information, but in the process of communicating with myself, I forgot to delete it completely...

Fang Ziye continued, "If it weren't for your three operational mistakes, I would never have been able to advance the research on lung and liver tumors."

"Isn't my own orthopedic research enough to do?"

Nie Mingxian didn't reply, but walked straight past Fang Ziye and left.

Liu Guo followed, her eyes lingering on Fang Ziye for a few moments.

After walking past Fang Ziye, he turned around and said, "Thank you!"

Luo Tingzhu witnessed Fang Ziye being angered and treated coldly, so she reached out and grabbed Fang Ziye's hand, gently squeezing it.

He explained, "Senior brother, from an objective point of view, I also feel that Nie Mingxian's mood is fluctuating a lot right now."

“What you’re doing could make him even more desperate about life. If we had pushed this point in time a few years later, perhaps Nie Mingxian would have been able to maintain a better mindset.”

"You're not giving a gift, you're..."

"This is like rubbing salt into Nie Mingxian's wounds..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye took a deep breath and, while looking at Luo Tingzhu, said, "I admit that what I'm doing is somewhat similar to a small workshop, using materials rather aggressively."

"But you haven't had an in-depth conversation with Nie Mingxian, so you don't know how deep his obsession is."

"Although he appears to be quite generous and lively on the surface, he has actually been unable to get over that hurdle in his heart."

Fang Ziye then handed Luo Tingzhu a screenshot of the information he had seen.

Interspersed among the dense text were two lines of particularly glaring text.

The text is brief.

First paragraph —

"Eleven years of medical school, saving so many lives, why not you?"

The second paragraph is interspersed in another document.

"In my entire life, Nie Mingxian, the person I least wanted to let down was you, but in the end, I was the one who let you down..."

Luo Tingzhu froze instantly upon seeing this.

If the first sentence is a murderous knife, then the second sentence is the biggest bombshell.

But this melon doesn't taste good at all.

Whom has Nie Mingxian wronged?
My own father and mother?

No, Nie Mingxian was admitted to Peking Union Medical College Hospital, and he even completed his bachelor's, master's, and doctoral degrees. Such an academic background is enough for Nie Mingxian to feel honored in his family, and even in his branch of the family.

At the height of his promising future and when he was highly regarded by his mentor, Nie Mingxian resolutely chose to drop out of school and work to earn money for his father's medical treatment.

He did it!!
His own teacher, Li Yongjun?
No.

During his studies, Nie Mingxian achieved excellent grades, and his research output and professional skills were enough to make Li Yongjun smile and make other graduate supervisors envious and jealous.

Afterwards, Nie Mingxian, carrying Professor Li Yongjun's "philosophy", returned to the medical field.

Even though Liu Huanglong and Fang Ziye have taken all the credit, Li Yongjun can always proudly proclaim to the outside world, "My concept for the micro-circulatory system is unbeatable!"
Professor Li Yongjun still takes pride in having Nie Mingxian as his student.

Even Nie Mingxian did not disappoint his alma mater. After fulfilling his filial duty, he returned to continue his doctoral studies.

He now always works outside the hospital with his doctoral degree from Peking Union Medical College Hospital. The reason he doesn't stay at the hospital to work is that his teachers have all been "shoved out".

So, who exactly did Nie Mingxian betray? Anyone with eyes can see that.

There was no other way; we had no choice.

"Didn't Brother Nie already have Sister Liu? Could it be that he still..." Luo Tingzhu was, after all, a girl, so she found it hard to tolerate the trend of scumbags.

"It's not that bad, it's just a pity."

"Looking back, everyone has regrets," Fang Ziye said.

Upon hearing this, Luo Tingzhu became even more nervous: "Senior brother, you have one too?"

"Of course there are, and quite a few at that."

Fang Ziye wasn't making things up: "I used to be quite ordinary, but it seems like I was quick to grasp certain things."

"During my undergraduate years, I also had crushes on other female classmates."

"However, after my roommates, who had better grades than me, came from wealthier families, and were also quite good-looking, pursued her, she decisively rejected them all. I knew then that this matter would forever remain just a regret."

"Who is it?" Luo Tingzhu immediately asked.

Fang Ziye has stirred up a hornet's nest.

"I really don't remember!"

"The main problem is that I've forgotten her last name, and I haven't found out where she went after that."

“At first, I also felt that Tingzhu was very far away from me, and I didn’t dare to have any covetous thoughts…” Fang Ziye said.

Luo Tingzhu began to fidget and walked out of the animal laboratory alongside Fang Ziye.

"really?"

“Yes, think about it. When you came to the Department of Trauma Surgery, you were so prestigious. Would you have cared about a junior master’s student named Fang Ziye back then?” Fang Ziye nodded frankly.

The two had just left the animal laboratory when Fang Ziye received a WeChat message from Nie Mingxian on his phone.

Just two simple words: "Thank you."

Fang Ziye didn't reply. He looked up at Luo Tingzhu, whose figure reflected in the lamplight, making Fang Ziye's eyes full of soft light.

(End of this chapter)