top student at medical school

"Dean Chen." This time, Fang Ziye answered the phone without asking Luo Tingzhu's opinion.

"Have a nice weekend, Dr. Fang." Chen Song's voice was slightly more cheerful than before, indicating that he was gradually accepting the fact that he was partially disabled.

For traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, the hands are vital, even more so than those of surgeons. The skills of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners are all in their hands. Chen Song, who lost his ability to diagnose pulses, would certainly have to retreat to the second or even third tier.

Fang Ziye said playfully, "Dean Chen, young people don't have weekends. I just came out of the operating room."

"So you're working overtime while throwing knives?" Chen Song seemed to have nothing important to do, so he casually started a conversation.

Fang Ziye replied, "It's just tough work."

"Dean Chen, you're still up at this hour?"

"This is an awkward time. I can't sleep, and I can't concentrate on reading. I can't walk, and I can't lie down."

At this point, Chen Song lowered his voice and asked, "Dr. Fang, when will you have time to come back again?"

"I want to give it my all again."

Fang Ziye understood that Chen Song meant whether or not to try to restore his function, but Chen Song's current situation was extremely difficult.

Fang Ziye calmly replied, "Dean Chen, we shouldn't perform surgery for minor optimizations. If you feel it's alright, I don't recommend having any more surgery."

"After all, functional rehabilitation surgery is currently suitable for young and middle-aged people."

Across from Fang Ziye, Luo Tingzhu had already started putting the beef tripe into the small funnel of the iron pot.

"So I guess I'm just getting old, I have to accept it," Chen Songxu sighed.

Chen Song's current functional impairment has not reached an extreme; it is in a state where it is slightly useful but not usable.

"Dean Chen, this is called enjoying your old age in peace. Perhaps even Heaven sees that you've been working too hard and is granting you a period of good health," Fang Ziye said, offering a different perspective.

If Chen Song were in good health, he could continue to travel and practice clinically, but given his current condition, the world can only accept the fact that a great master of traditional Chinese medicine has passed away.

"Alright then, Dr. Fang, Chen Xixian has run away from Enshi in the last few days and may stay in Hanshi for a while."

"If you happen to see him, please help look after him," Chen Songcai said, revealing his true purpose.

Fang Ziye smiled gently: "Dean Chen, Chen Xixian is already an adult, and her thinking is mature. Aren't you also worried about her marriage prospects?"

"Marriage isn't something you can just wait for at home..."

"If we run into each other, it's no problem to have a meal together and chat."

How could Fang Ziye possibly take good care of this wealthy woman? If she makes a mess of things, Chen Song and Chen Guangbai would be the ones to bail her out; Fang Ziye doesn't have that kind of ability.

Chen Song said, "I am still a little worried. I did indeed delay Chen Xixian's marriage."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye said to Luo Tingzhu, "Dean Chen said that Chen Xixian ran away."

Luo Tingzhu picked up two slices of tripe and beef aorta for Fang Ziye.

He replied, "Chen Xixian actually came up with this idea a long time ago, but I've always been worried about Dean Chen. After all, he's over ninety years old."

According to Chen Xixian, her grandfather is also a stubborn person who doesn't care about himself. Currently, no one in the family can control her except for her.

"Which family has a ninety-year-old elder still working hard outside?"

Luo Tingzhu then made a startling statement: "Moreover, I know who Chen Xixian will be looking for when he comes to Wuhan."

"Online dating? First love?" Fang Ziye asked while eating beef tripe and melon.

"What are you thinking about..."

“For a young lady from a wealthy family like Chen Xixian, it’s very difficult for an ordinary person to break through her defenses, and an ordinary person can’t handle the romantic things she likes.”

Luo Tingzhu immediately explained, dispelling Fang Ziye's idea: "It's not for Xiang Cai either."

"Then I won't guess anymore." Fang Ziye simply decided to just watch the show.

“Chen Xixian said she wants to rise to prominence.” After Luo Tingzhu finished speaking, she puffed out her cheeks and ate tripe, her little face full of enjoyment.

Of course, Luo Tingzhu looked even younger this way, and passersby couldn't help but glance at Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye ignored her completely and couldn't help but ask, "Is Chen Xixian also going to start a business?"

Generally speaking, when a rich second-generation says he wants to "wake up," it means he wants to start his own business and doesn't want to rely on his family to succeed.

Chen Xixian simply gave up on this 'awakening' early on!
Luo Tingzhu shook her head: "She said she had thought about it and realized that she had no special skills, so she definitely couldn't do professional work, and she also had no management experience."

"Otherwise, her parents wouldn't have chosen to sell so many shares to cash out."

"After analyzing the situation, she concluded that the only way she could help was to recruit people into the sanatorium."

Fang Ziye was startled: "Her?"

"Chen Xixian as a headhunter?" Fang Ziye's tone was a bit offensive, but he quickly corrected himself: "Sorry, although Chen Xixian is your friend, I instinctively feel that this is a bit strange."

Being a headhunter requires a keen understanding of interpersonal relationships and shrewd calculations. If Chen Xixian could do these things well, he wouldn't need to work as a headhunter.

"Anyway, Chen Xixian has the cost of trial and error, so there's nothing wrong with doing something."

"Moreover, Chen Xixian said she doesn't plan to take the high-end route because she's not good at it, so she wants to take the low-end development route instead."

"They don't even choose from families of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, they just pick from universities and departments of traditional Chinese medicine."

“These areas are currently a blind spot for many people,” Luo Tingzhu said.

Fang Ziye found it increasingly unreliable as he listened, so he simply stopped replying.

Traditional Chinese medicine differs from modern medicine. While the most advanced technologies in modern medicine are often concentrated in teaching hospitals and top-tier hospitals, top-tier TCM practitioners may not necessarily work in top-tier teaching hospitals.

Trying to break into the field of traditional Chinese medicine through an academic approach is like trying to tile the entire East China Sea coastline.

"Is it precisely because it's difficult that we should give it a try?"

"Do you really expect Xi Xian to poach Professor Li Yongjun or Professor Duan Hong to the sanatorium?" Luo Tingzhu thought this was the most suitable thing for Chen Xi Xian to do.

The cost of trial and error is low, and you don't need to think too much.

Fang Ziye didn't ask Chen Xixian about the specific implementation plan; the young lady was just having fun.

As long as she doesn't get involved in starting a business or gambling, Chen Xixian will most likely not squander the fortune left to her by her husband, Chen Guangxia.

After having hot pot, the two drove to Jianghan Road Pedestrian Street.

Instead of going to the mall, I just followed the flow of people on the pedestrian street and joined the ordinary crowd.

We strolled around as we walked.

Luo Tingzhu picked out two outfits for Fang Ziye and also bought herself a woolen overcoat...

Around 11 p.m., the two drove to their 'little home'!
What followed was naturally as gentle as spring...

Like a spring breeze overnight, her cheeks blushed like peach blossoms. This is what it means when they say that no scenery can compare to a young girl's blush.

The two were just about to go to sleep after spending some time together when Chen Xixian unexpectedly called Luo Tingzhu.

She had invited Luo Tingzhu to visit her, but Luo Tingzhu wasn't available at the moment, so Chen Xixian immediately hung up the phone.

Luo Tingzhu was a little embarrassed when outsiders noticed that something was wrong with her, and said reproachfully, "It's all your fault."

"Tingzhu, you can't say that. That's not what you just said." Fang Ziye was cleaning up the mess, tidying up the bedding and the floor.

"Ding-dong!" Fang Ziye's phone finally rang with a text message notification.

Luo Tingzhu picked it up and replied, "Senior brother, you can sleep peacefully now. Song Yi sent you a message saying that the patient has woken up from anesthesia. Currently, his vital signs are only fluctuating slightly."

"We've already passed the first hurdle."

After putting the trash in the bin, Fang Ziye nodded: "Let's go, I'll take another shower and then go to sleep."

"I have to go to the department for a preoperative discussion tomorrow, so it's not appropriate for me to go there smelling like that." Fang Ziye's voice was a bit greasy.

Luo Tingzhu didn't believe her: "I don't believe you're such a good person. It's a deal then, you can't do anything naughty later..."

Luo Tingzhu was right when she didn't believe it; the next morning at ten o'clock, she still couldn't get up.

Chen Xixian could only ask her to have lunch together.

Fang Ziye, on the other hand, was used to going to bed late and getting up early. At 8:20 a.m. sharp, he entered the department.

Yuan Weihong is not here today, so Fang Ziye and Qin Geluo will lead the ward rounds to arrange the surgical schedule for next week.

Of course, after the room check, Fang Ziye's phone started ringing incessantly, like a hornet's nest had been stirred up!
Around 9:20, after the team members reported that there were no confirmed contraindications for surgery, Qin Geluo said, "Ziye, why don't you go and process your information first?"

"I'll guide them through the next surgical arrangements and preoperative discussions."

"I'll send the surgery schedule to you and Brother Wei later."

"It can't be this loud all the time."

Fang Ziye thought that made sense, so he picked up his phone and left the doctor's office.

After leaving, Fang Ziye first replied to Luo Tingzhu: "I'll come find you around one o'clock. You can look around first."

Luo Tingzhu and Chen Xixian invited each other to lunch, and Luo Tingzhu always made sure to bring Fang Ziye along.

Several groups of people contacted Fang Ziye.

Professors Duan Hong and Yang Jun from Tongji Hospital, Professor Jin Wei from Union Hospital, and Professor Dong Dongsheng.

It's all because of yesterday's surgery.

To the average person, the surgery might seem like just another procedure, a successful limb preservation.

But in Jin Wei and his colleagues' eyes, Fang Ziye's ability to remove blood clots from a limb without any auxiliary examination data or imaging monitoring was a huge breakthrough!
Currently, the most common type of amputation in vascular surgery is limb necrosis caused by multiple, large-segment thrombosis.

With a large blockage, auxiliary examinations are useless, and imaging is not possible; we can only try our luck blindly.

If you succeed, you keep it; if you don't succeed, you don't keep it.

“Professor Yang, it’s not particularly convenient. I’ve already discussed this topic with the teachers at our hospital,” Fang Ziye replied to Yang Jun first.

“Professor Duan, you’re putting me in a difficult position. My mentor is a fellow villager of Professor Deng Haibo from the Department of Vascular Surgery at our hospital…” This was a conversation with Professor Duan Hong.

Professor Jin Wei of the Department of Vascular Surgery at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Fang Ziye hadn't figured out how to respond yet, so he temporarily gave up.

After leaving the operating room yesterday, Fang Ziye finally took a detailed look at Professor Jin Wei's resume at Peking Union Medical College Hospital. It can be said that apart from a few outstanding people at Fuwai Hospital who can surpass him, Professor Jin Wei is a top expert nationwide.

His reputation is even more formidable than that of Professor Li Yongjun.

It's best to be cautious when dealing with people who don't have a relevant undergraduate or postgraduate degree.

"Professor Dong, I'd be happy to join you for dinner, but I've been a bit busy lately. Could we schedule it for the New Year's holiday?" Fang Ziye replied to Dong Dongsheng.

When Fang Ziye met Dong Dongsheng, he was just an associate professor. Now he has been promoted to chief physician and professor, and his overall strength is approaching that of several senior professors in the Department of Trauma Surgery at Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

Currently, the number of senior physicians at Peking Union Medical College Hospital has also changed from a three-way division to four groups.

Qi Qiaowen, Liu Bo, Duan Yun, Dong Dongsheng.

Dong Dongsheng guessed that he wasn't that busy, so he replied almost instantly: "Then it's settled. I'll send the time and address to Professor Fang in advance."

"Teacher Dong, you've gone to so much trouble," Fang Ziye said with a smile.

Dong Dongsheng is eleven years older than Fang Ziye, and is forty-two this year. He has accumulated considerable strength and his overall qualifications are even higher than those of Zhong Wenyuan from Tongji Hospital.

It can be said that Union Hospital has really benefited from this generation's success. If nothing unexpected happens, Dong Dongsheng will become the top trauma surgeon in Hubei Province in five years.

Fang Ziye won't occupy a spot for too long!
Fang Ziye also wanted to mentor his teacher Yuan Weihong, but he would definitely be on his 'home turf' ten years from now.

At least for now, that's Fang Ziye's prediction.

Professor Yang Jun replied, "Professor Fang, Professor Deng from your hospital still has a research project to finish, so he must be very busy."

"Professor Deng is currently working on a very important project, so why should we distract them?"

"I am inviting Professor Fang for guidance with the utmost sincerity."

Professor Yang Jun must not have drunk with Duan Hongshao last night, so he has thoroughly figured out Fang Ziye's 'temperament' and 'style of doing things'.

Even so, compared horizontally, the overall strength of the vascular surgery department of Zhongnan Hospital is only slightly inferior to that of Tongji Hospital. The vascular surgery department led by Professor Deng Haibo can definitely do two things at once.

That's the advantage of being in the top three; when you want to find partners, you won't feel like you're dealing with a handful of nobodys.

"Professor Yang, I really don't have time for this. If there are any other collaborations in the future, I would be happy to consult with you."

"But I have discussed this topic with Professor Deng many times, and we cannot give up halfway."

"Thank you, Professor Yang, for your kindness and recognition!" Fang Ziye's attitude remained clear.

Brother, being generous depends on the person.

Even if you, Yang Jun, are very successful in the vascular surgery department of Tongji Hospital, we are not acquainted.

Who is Duan Hong? He's my senior uncle.

To be honest, before I grew up, Duan Hong helped me many times thanks to my teacher Deng Yong's connections, but you, Professor Yang Jun, had never heard of me.

Of course, it's impossible to be that generous.

Furthermore, with Brother Nie Mingxian and Professor Li Yongjun backing me up for any extra vascular surgery projects, I'm not worried about not having collaborators.

In collaborative research projects, there must be a priority level.

Yang Jun could only express his regret: "Since that's the case, then I won't bother you any longer, Professor Fang."

"However, we hope Professor Fang can understand our sincerity."

In an office at Tongji Hospital, Yang Jun put down his phone and began rubbing his face with his fingertips.

Currently, in the field of vascular surgery in Wuhan, Union Hospital is almost the only dominant hospital, while Tongji Hospital, Hubei Provincial People's Hospital, and Zhongnan Hospital are still inferior to Asia University Hospital.

This situation is unlikely to change in the short term.

After Fang Ziye finished his conversation with Professor Yang Jun, Duan Hong replied with a message: "In that case, Fang, you can make your own decision."

"I was just acting as a go-between."

"Thank you for your understanding, Professor Duan." Fang Ziye felt relieved.

I thought Duan Hong would stop there, but unexpectedly, he started a new topic.

"Ziye, based on the current core of artificial intelligence and the foundation of AI prosthetics, is it possible to develop a batch of AI training and rehabilitation devices?"

"Their function is similar to functional rehabilitation therapy."

"To assist in the recovery of our trauma surgery patients?" Duan Hong asked.

After reading the message, Fang Ziye instinctively typed: "Teacher Duan, isn't Wu Xuanqi being a bit unfair?"

"He copied the research proposal I gave to Dean Chen from memory and gave it to you?"

Rehabilitation equipment is one of the research directions of the rehabilitation department. However, the word "rehabilitation" is already written into the treatment principles of orthopedics.

Therefore, his advisor had made such a suggestion a long time ago.

It was also after encountering Dean Chen Song's incident that Fang Ziye's basic scientific research skills package had reached level 7. So, after encountering Chen Song's incident, some ideas and thoughts naturally popped into Fang Ziye's mind.

After a long period of preparation, in early December, after developing a rehabilitation plan for Chen Song, an enhanced version of rehabilitation suggestions was given.

Duan Hong: "???"

"You brought this up first? Wu Xuanqi didn't mention it either."

Fang Ziye typed: "Then I can only say that Dean Chen's feelings for Brother Wu are really different. I'm even a little jealous."

“Professor Duan, this rehabilitation device is not something that our teaching hospital can rely on.”

"We do not have such a capital chain and physical industrial chain."

“Rehabilitation devices are different from artificial prostheses. Prostheses only need to complete the function of walking, but the main function of rehabilitation devices is rehabilitation, which requires hundreds of thousands or even millions of repetitions.”

"Even if multiple hospitals collaborate, they may not be able to complete such a large volume of data."

"What if we narrow the scope? How about making a simplified version?" Duan Hong suggested as a second-best option.

Duan Hong wasn't stupid; he naturally realized that the plan Fang Ziye proposed might not be for patients, but for healthy people.

If there were a functional training device that incorporated scientifically designed force resistance, it could further stimulate a person's physical potential.

"If the scope is narrowed, then it will not be much different from the current equipment in the rehabilitation department."

“Professor Duan, this direction is not advisable.” Fang Ziye cut off Duan Hong’s idea.

Duan Hongyi thought about it and agreed: "Everyone has their own expertise, so let's not create any more trouble."

"Ziye, didn't you say yesterday that you would send over the bill for our outing? I haven't seen you reply to anyone."

“1888! Teacher Duan, could you give me a lucky number?” Fang Ziye filled in the number.

His and Luo Tingzhu's spending level has increased slightly. Yesterday, they spent more than 3,000 yuan on food, shopping and other purchases. Fang Ziye was really embarrassed to ask Duan Hong for so much money.

He wasn't the only one who made the sacrifice!

Duan Hong called him to perform the surgery without thinking too much about it. It was just to save his life and his leg. It wasn't that Duan Hong wanted to "show off" and force him to perform a surgery that was beyond his capabilities.

"alright."

“Let’s be more formal. I’ll arrange for a consultation, surgery, and payment transfer later,” Duan Hong said.

If it's a cash red envelope, giving it directly to Fang Ziye is fine. But if it's a bank transfer, that might harm Fang Ziye.

However, it is reasonable to use the hospital's finance department for bank transfers.

"Thank you, Teacher Duan," Fang Ziye replied.

"Oh, by the way, Wu Xuanqi asked me to tell you something!"

"He's found you a top expert in creating animal testing models, and he's also tried to contact Professor Liao Jia, who left earlier," Duan Hong suddenly said.

Fang Ziye: "???"

No, what is Wu Xuanqi trying to do?
“Ziye, you don’t need to worry too much. Wu Xuanqi is a man of principle,” Duan Hong replied.

Fang Ziye realized that his question mark had a lot of impact, so he quickly explained, "Teacher Duan, that's not what I meant."

"There are some misunderstandings between you and Wu Xuanqi, which is only natural."

“I often disagree with him too, but as long as he’s not a bad person, I can only accept his personality.” Duan Hong didn’t say anything nice about Wu Xuanqi. “…”

When Fang Ziye put away his phone, he made a point of glancing at Professor Duan Hong's second-to-last sentence one more time.

A smile began to spread across his lips.

"Hey Ziye, when are you free? Could you spare some time to practice with me? I mean, wound cleaning techniques."

Duan Hong is too eager to improve.

Nowadays, he can't improve his wound cleaning skills for a long time and can't squeeze into that larger circle, so he is thinking of taking shortcuts.

Fang Ziye did not refuse, but agreed to meet at another time.

Fang Ziye didn't think there was anything wrong with Professor Duan Hong's suggestion. As he said before, as long as it's for learning and self-improvement, any means that don't involve crooked or unethical methods are normal and understandable.

The problem is, this is Duan Hong!

Professor Duan Hong from the Department of Trauma Surgery.

His invitation gave Fang Ziye a greater sense of "accomplishment" than Deng Yong's invitation to practice on him!
Fang Ziye now has quite a few students.

The one with the highest professional title right now is my 'teacher' Yuan Weihong.

But his teacher, after the last conversation, was "exiled" to a miserable place and is currently living as an ascetic.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, he will not appear in the department on weekends for the next few years or even ten years.

"Human nature is never satisfied. First, it pursues profit, then fame, and finally the Way." Fang Ziye gently shook his head.

Desire is a human instinct, and no one can transcend it.

Whether one cultivates Taoism, Buddhism, or any other practice, the ultimate goal is to pursue purity, transcendence, and self-cultivation, ultimately becoming more 'empty and spiritual'!
There are only two stages to truly reach a state of being free from desires and wants.

Go crazy, strangle all thoughts.

To die, to return completely to nature.

Like Chen Song, they also had their own pursuits, even when they were facing death.

For example, myself?
"I'm just an ordinary person," Fang Ziye muttered to himself, standing up to check the time, which was already around eleven o'clock.

Qin Geluo sent Fang Ziye the information about the surgery arrangements. After scanning it, Fang Ziye replied, "Thank you for your hard work, Brother Luo."

"It's okay!"

"By the way, Ziye, Lin Fangzhong, the one you're training, has improved recently. Do you want to go to the training room to check on him?"

“He’d also like to show it to you,” Qin Geluo suggested.

Lin Fangzhong was Yuan Weihong's student and Fang Ziye's junior fellow apprentice. He was also the person Fang Ziye brought along after returning to Zhongnan Hospital.

As the saying goes, teaching students is about nurturing them, and watching the kids you've raised grow up is a unique experience.

“Brother Luo, there’s no need to look anymore. I already knew. When I saw him last time, his incision technique was already showing some flaws.” Fang Ziye was not surprised at all.

"Alright, but I reckon Lin Fangzhong will be a little disappointed," Qin Geluo said to his confidant.

Fang Ziye then said, "It's the same to witness his progress next time."

Fang Ziye put his phone in his pocket.

Fang Ziye actually understood what Qin Geluo meant.

It's good that a master's student is making progress, and it's something to be happy about, but this time, no one was there to witness Lin Fangzhong's progress.

If the master isn't here, then so be it; but none of the senior brothers are here either.

There was also an academically inclined senior who wouldn't visit him in the practice room, so he could only share his joy with the rest of the group.

Fang Ziye had other commitments, so he couldn't be in two places at once.

Sunday is the weekend, and also a day for long-distance couples to be separated.

It takes so long to get from Han City to Eun City by car, so after lunch, Fang Ziye took Luo Tingzhu to the train station to catch the high-speed train.

Luo Tingzhu was reluctant to enter the station.

Fang Ziye was also quite reluctant, but a doctor in his thirties is in his prime, the age when he needs to work hard the most, and he can't just lie down and give up.

As long as you want to do something and are doing it, you will inevitably be more often together than together.

This is something every family with a medical professional must face, and for outstanding doctors like Fang Ziye, the separation from their families is even more frequent.

After dropping Luo Tingzhu off at the station, Fang Ziye drove back as efficiently as ever!
Just as Fang Ziye arrived at Luo Tingzhu's doorstep, he was surprised to see Li Nuo standing there with a bag in her hand, winking at Fang Ziye with a very clear meaning.

He came to have a drink with Fang Ziye, and Fang Ziye knew why Li Nuo came.

Fang Ziye didn't cook for himself, but ordered some cold dishes. There was no need to wait for the mealtime, so the two of them started drinking together.

"Brother Nuo, it's actually quite good for you to stay in the department. You can take your time and work your way up."

“There’s really no need for you to come with me to the new hospital campus and suffer,” Fang Ziye said.

Yuan Weihong didn't know who to send to Fang Ziye, so Li Nuo volunteered first. He wanted to go with Fang Ziye to the new hospital area, step out of the hospital's 'comfort zone', and face the double bombardment of emergency and elective appointments.

Li Nuo himself is a deputy senior official, and in principle, he is on the same level as Yuan Weihong. If he wants to make a move, Yuan Weihong has no choice but to agree.

The personnel arrangements for the branch next month are still under Yuan Weihong's management, so there is no need to report them to the Gong family and Professor Gong.

Li Nuo said, "Ziye, people always have to have some shameless ideas."

"I know my abilities are average, my qualifications are limited, and I even got this professional title by chance."

"But we can't be too shameless."

"If Wei and the others can persevere, I definitely can too."

"Ziye, you won't look down on me just because I took a shortcut, will you?" Li Nuo asked sincerely.

I took a shortcut. After I made a mistake, I was transferred to the spinal surgery department and even got a promotion and a raise. I don't have the ability to match the associate senior professional title in the department.

I've accepted it all, but I can't keep accepting it so readily forever.

Once you lie down, they won't let you turn over?

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Master Nuo, of course not. I'm just giving you a more comfortable suggestion!"

"I think it's great that you can step out of your comfort zone after entering it."

“Life is just like that, coming and going,” Li Nuo replied.

"I'll have another half-drink with you. I have a video conference tonight," Fang Ziye said.

"I know, I know, Professor Fang, you're so busy!"

"Moreover, Professor Fang, you never play low-level games; you play at levels that we can't even get to know."

Li Nuo first accused Fang Ziye of being a traitor.

But soon, Li Nuo's voice became serious again: "But Professor Fang, you also climbed up step by step, we've all seen it with our own eyes."

"So we know that this path is still viable."

"Ziye, today should be the last time I call you Ziye so openly. From today onwards, I will officially change how I address you and call you Professor Fang."

"It's not just about rules, it's also about what I'm pursuing."

“It’s not mockery either,” Li Nuo said seriously.

When Fang Ziye was pursuing his master's degree, Li Nuo was already an attending physician. Now, Fang Ziye is an associate professor, while Li Nuo is only an associate chief physician, not yet an associate professor.

Fang Ziye explained, "Master Nuo, you don't have to be so serious."

"Although our experiences have been different for a while, you are still my good older brother."

During Fang Ziye's most difficult period of hospitalization, it was Qin Geluo who accompanied him. When Fang Ziye needed a substitute, it was Qin Geluo who stepped in.

When Fang Ziye needed help the most, Qin Geluo stepped up without hesitation.

Fang Ziye will almost never accept Qin Geluo calling him Professor Fang, just as he will never accept Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong calling him Director Fang.

"The eldest brother is the eldest brother, and the professor is the professor."

"If I drink it, then it's settled."

After finishing his drink in one gulp, Li Nuo put down his glass and said in a low voice, "I also want to be a professor."

Li Nuo left, leaving Fang Ziye with a pile of remnants.

Fang Ziye didn't blame Li Nuo for not helping to clean up; he just stared blankly for a moment before starting to clean up the trash.

Luo Tingzhu was almost in Yishi and sent Fang Ziye some landscape photos, along with a selfie.

It's a wool coat I just bought yesterday; paired with her delicate features, it's very pleasing to the eye.

Fang Ziye replied to her: "Countdown, two and a half months, 75 days!~"

Luo Tingzhu plans to return to Wuhan in March of next year, officially making her comeback along with the sanatorium.

Actually, 75 days is not the standard 2.5 * 30. December and January are longer, totaling 62 days, while February only has 28 days. After the 15th, there are only 13 days, which makes up the number 75.

"Wrong, there's also New Year's Day. Spring Festival is on the weekend."

“I’ve always been in Han City, and I’ve always been in En City,” Luo Tingzhu replied firmly.

"Was it you who invited Wu Xuanqi?" Fang Ziye suddenly asked.

Luo Tingzhu remained silent for about three or four minutes without replying.

Then he replied, "Yes, senior brother!"

"It's nothing, I was just asking casually. This matter is still bothering you."

Wu Xuanqi is very smart. He never gets involved in the internal affairs of his own team. He is self-aware and guards a designated isolation zone.

He himself is now just "hanging out" with the crowd, so he can't afford to be confused about this isolation zone.

If Wu Xuanqi really wanted to keep Liao Jia, he would have done so when Nie Mingxian asked him to, instead of waiting until now.

There was more than a month in between, which was enough time for Wu Xuanqi to make his move.

There must be another reason why they only came forward recently.

The driving force behind this should be Luo Tingzhu.

Luo Tingzhu has matured a lot. She knows her shortcomings and knows how to integrate and utilize resources, which is a good thing.

After all, she's not a twenty-two or twenty-three-year-old girl anymore; she's already twenty-seven this year.

"And the wedding... I've already asked my parents to calculate the date, don't forget," Fang Ziye said.

"Yes, of course I won't forget. I'm not stupid," Luo Tingzhu quickly replied.

If you can forget about your wedding, is it even a wedding?

After cleaning up the trash, Fang Ziye made himself a cup of tea before sending a message to Professor Liu Huanglong and Attending Physician Zhu Quanlin of the Hand Surgery Department.

Planning to rebuild the science park is definitely not just empty talk.

If the hospital agrees to your plan, then you must have a practical and effective solution.

In the hospital's hand surgery department, Liu Huanglong is currently the sole pillar, taking on the responsibility without hesitation.

The reason why it was Brother Zhu Quanlin was because it was this brother who introduced Fang Ziye to the level 4 skill for the first time in the training room.

When Fang Ziye was rotating through the hand surgery department, he was also working under Brother Zhu Quanlin, and Fang Ziye became more familiar with Zhu Quanlin.

Upon receiving the message, the two immediately rushed over.

The moment I stepped inside, I smelled the alcohol.

"Fang Ziye, you've been secretly having an affair behind our backs?" Liu Huanglong and Zhu Quanlin both brought over some wine.

"Teacher Liu, I just had a drink with Brother Li Nuo from the department. Let's not drink any more alcohol, let's chat for a while first." Fang Ziye had already prepared tea.

Liu Huanglong and Zhu Quanlin placed the wine on the wine cellar shelf, and then went to Fang Ziye's study.

Fang Ziye then explained his plans to Liu Huanglong and the other person.

Liu Huanglong's brows furrowed at first, then slowly relaxed. He picked up his teacup and raised it: "Ziye, I knew you wouldn't let me down!"

"They will not forget us old comrades."

"A toast to you." Liu Huanglong didn't ask if he could do it, nor did he ask how difficult it was.

If you have something or an idea, just do it.

Zhu Quanlin was a beat late in catching up, and said with a smile, "Professor Fang really never plays low-level games."

"Does Director Zhu have to make fun of me even in my own home?"

"You keep calling me Professor Fang," Fang Ziye asked with a smile.

In hand surgery, Yang Wenzheng was promoted to associate senior level this year, and Zhu Quanlin should be promoted next year.

Zhu Quanlin replied in a serious tone, "It really is Professor Fang!"

Zhu Quanlin was still quite clear-headed and did not easily change his mind because of Fang Ziye's suggestion.

Fang Ziye stopped worrying about it and simply said, "Teacher Liu, then it's settled. You'll have to make a suggestion during the weekly departmental meeting."

Liu Huanglong patted his chest, beaming with joy: "Ziye, don't you trust me?"

"If I back down now, even by just a fraction of a second, I'll risk my life to face you."

"If we don't charge at a time like this, are we just waiting to die?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye asked again, "Professor Liu, what do you think of Associate Professor Wang Zongkai in your department?"

"Hmm?" When Liu Huanglong heard Fang Ziye mention Wang Zongkai, he was unsure what he meant.

Previously, the hand surgery team consisted of three groups: Ni Yaoping, Zhou Ziyu, and Chen Zuhua.

Wang Zongkai is an associate professor who works under Professor Chen Zuhua.

"I wanted to ask Professor Wang if he would be willing to go to the new campus with me. It's not what you're thinking, Professor Liu," Fang Ziye said.

"Wouldn't Li Qi be better?" Liu Huanglong suggested.

Fang Ziye instinctively replied, "Professor Li Qi is now working under my teacher, Professor Deng Yong, so I wouldn't dare mention that."

"Professor Guan Qiquan can now lead the group," Fang Ziye said meaningfully.

Liu Huanglong was an outsider who was "parachuted in," and in terms of seniority, he was the junior apprentice of Guan Qiquan and others.

Therefore, Liu Huanglong's days in the hand surgery department were not particularly easy.

Fang Ziye helped remove an associate professor, which conveniently resolved the awkward situation of Liu Huanglong having an "unfamiliar senior" as a subordinate.

"Then I'll have to ask Wang Zongkai for his opinion!"

“If you let him go with you, he’ll be even more uncomfortable than if he were with me. It depends on whether he’s willing to do it himself,” Liu Huanglong said.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Quanlin said, "If Brother Kai is unwilling, Professor Fang, would you be interested in me?"

"Why are you getting involved in this mess? You can't leave." Liu Huanglong instinctively glanced at Zhu Quanlin.

Yang Wenzheng didn't bring it up again, but he roughly understood what Liu Huanglong meant.

"..."

Time flies, and before we knew it, it was the eve of the year-end.

The New Year's Eve celebration was beautiful, and Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu had a wonderful time. They squeezed through the fireworks display, were surrounded by crowds, and served as a backdrop for other people's heads...

Fireworks are banned in Hubei Province, so there were a lot of people at the fireworks show.

After squeezing out of the scenic area, the two were a little out of breath. Looking at the long line of cars with their brake lights blocking the way, they were very glad they hadn't driven there.

Then comes the subway, late-night snack, and going home...

"How can you be so lecherous? I never even considered the regrets you might have." Fang Ziye's eyes widened as he straightened his pajamas.

Luo Tingzhu immediately felt embarrassed and clapped her hands in the air: "Don't say that about me."

Luo Tingzhu expressed her regret when her period coincided with the holiday, but Fang Ziye shouted it out loud, and her ears turned red instantly.

“Alright, alright, I’m the one who feels more regretful,” Fang Ziye said with a laugh.

In fact, Fang Ziye has really had no 'desire' these past few days. At the end of last month, the new hospital area was finalized, the hospital held a meeting to implement the long-term plan for the limb preservation center, and with surgeries and various other tasks piling up, Fang Ziye has been almost constantly on the go.

When people are extremely tired, they can become so tired that they can become completely detached from worldly desires.

Luo Tingzhu lowered her head, then raised it again at a moment: "Senior brother, you really don't want to?"

"What can I do if I think about it? It will only make me feel worse. Can you please stop mentioning it? I don't want to do anything inhuman." Fang Ziye flicked his nose.

"Perfect timing. If you're not sleepy, could you take a look at and organize these forms and training materials for me?"

"This is my first time leading a department on my own. There are many things I might not fully understand, so I want to avoid making mistakes later," Fang Ziye began to change the subject.

"Sure!" Having just finished having fun and having a late-night snack, Luo Tingzhu didn't want to go to sleep yet.

Since you can't do anything good or bad, you might as well focus on your work to distract yourself.

Ten minutes later, Luo Tingzhu shook herself and said sullenly, "Senior brother, you're still talking about me? Look at your hands."

"I can't see, it's blocking my view." Fang Ziye started to act shamelessly!
His hand was indeed blocked.

Luo Tingzhu had no choice but to follow Fang Ziye's advice.

We had a vegetarian holiday...

After reviewing the map, Luo Tingzhu turned to Fang Ziye and said, "Senior brother, I just realized that the competition among hospitals in Optics Valley is quite fierce."

Fang Ziye nodded frankly: "Of course, Tongji Hospital and the Optics Valley branch of the Provincial People's Hospital have already been established. Our hospital is just eating leftovers..."

"Therefore, it's even more crucial to start by addressing the emergency room." (End of Chapter)