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"Master," Fang Ziye said, suppressing his emotions, and called out along with Lan Tianluo.

Luo Tingzhu also respectfully addressed Teacher Yuan.

After Yuan Weihong entered the room, he first put his arm around his wife and whispered a few words of comfort before saying, "You go downstairs and keep Mom company."

"Let me make arrangements for our Director Fang," Yuan Weihong joked.

The teacher's wife glanced at Yuan Weihong, pulled away from his embrace, and rubbed her eye with her thumb: "Ziye, saying 'thank you' too often loses its power!"

"Your teacher's wife is quite busy, so she can't have dinner with you today."

Fang Ziye quickly replied, "It's alright, Master's wife, you're busy."

"only."

Fang Ziye noticed that Yuan Weihong glared at him, so he stopped talking and said, "There will be plenty of time and opportunities later."

The teacher's wife also realized what was going on and did not linger any longer.

The purpose of expressing gratitude is to convey one's feelings, not to put Fang Ziye in a difficult position.

After his teacher's wife left, Yuan Weihong turned to Luo Tingzhu and asked, "Tingzhu, would you like to come with us?"

"Whether you agree or not today, I need to borrow your Director Fang. We need to get something out of here when we go out."

When it comes to such social interactions, Luo Tingzhu was no match for Yuan Weihong. She quickly waved her hands and said, "Teacher Yuan, you and Senior Brother Fang go have a drink. I won't disturb you."

"Then I'll take the person away?"

“You can’t go back and cause him trouble again.” Yuan Weihong led Fang Ziye out of the chief inpatient office.

Luo Tingzhu watched the two figures leave for a long time before turning to Lan Tianluo and asking in confusion, "Am I usually very fierce?"

"Why would Teacher Yuan speak like that?"

Lan Tianma immediately shook his head: "Of course not."

"However, prejudice is a mountain. As far as I know, there are quite a few girls who seem well-behaved but are actually very violent in private."

"And it's not limited to the Sichuan and Chongqing region, but these two places account for a higher proportion."

"Besides, Teacher Yuan and the others certainly don't know you as well as my senior brother and I do."

“I would rather believe that something exists than something that doesn’t exist.”

Luo Tingzhu had a stern face and seemed a little unhappy, but not really.

After helping Lan Tianluo tidy up the trash in the office, Luo Tingzhu hurried back.

……

With the new campus newly opened, there are still vacancies in the surface parking spaces, and the underground parking lot is almost empty.

Yuan Weihong led Fang Ziye to his "beloved horse" with practiced ease, tossing the keys aside and treating Fang Ziye like family.

After unlocking the car, Fang Ziye hesitated for a moment and said, "Master, please apologize to your wife for me later."

"I didn't know he was my teacher's wife's father before, otherwise I wouldn't have stepped down so early!"

Yuan Weihong had already opened the car door, but then slammed it shut with a "bang".

"Fang Ziye, are you kidding me?"

"Not to mention that my father-in-law is still fine, just in the ICU, even if something were to happen to him, what could possibly happen?"

"Does that mean that every patient you, Fang Ziye, receive can't die? Has no one ever died during your shifts?"

"Then where did the corpses I saw in the emergency room last year come from?" Yuan Weihong grinned.

Fang Ziye's expression froze.

Not to mention that during his tenure as chief resident, he treated patients who died, even in the sanatorium, Fang Ziye participated in several unsuccessful "rescue" attempts!
Seeing Fang Ziye remain silent, Yuan Weihong softened his tone: "The point of being a person is to do your best. Being a doctor is your job, and you can only do your best."

“We all know you definitely did your best, otherwise, given my father-in-law's condition in the emergency room and the medical standards of the new hospital, he wouldn't have survived at all!”

"He was just lucky to run into you."

“I had already confirmed that you were on duty today before I made the call, so all I had to do was have someone call a hospital-wide consultation, so I knew you would come.”

"So I don't need to call you privately to put pressure on you."

"You were just on the operating table, thinking you had completed the crucial basic procedures, and then you handed the rest of the surgery over to someone else. Is that a sin?"

"If that's the case, then you, Fang Ziye, must never call any of our hospital's relatives again."

"Just in case anything goes wrong, my colleague will be killed by you!" Yuan Weihong opened the car door and plopped down inside.

Fang Ziye quickly got into the driver's seat, started the engine with one button, and fastened his seatbelt: "Master, that's not what I meant."

"What I mean is, if I had known my identity earlier, I could have done more."

"Grandpa's functional recovery can be even better in the future. That's achievable."

Yuan Weihong raised an eyebrow at Fang Ziye: "If that's how you think, then you've never considered Lan Tianluo as a human being."

"He considers himself superior."

“You only realize that you are my student, my apprentice, and that Lan Tianluo is someone I picked up.”

"You are the biological child, but he is just a wild one."

"So although you are quite capable, your thinking is not mature and well-rounded enough. You still need to learn more about how to conduct yourself in society."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's expression instantly hardened.

As Yuan Weihong said, if he had actually played the entire match, Lan Tianluo certainly wouldn't have said anything, and would have thought it would have been better that way.

But in reality, Lan Tianluo harbors some small regrets. Occasionally, when he thinks about it, he feels useless.

But in this situation, Lan Tianluo felt a little happy.

After all, he had acquired considerable knowledge and skills, and could use his clinical expertise to help those around him to some extent.

This sense of accomplishment from professional growth is something that writing articles cannot replace.

"Master, I understand." Fang Ziye quickly took a breath, and then said, "Thank you, Master."

A teacher is one who imparts knowledge, instructs in skills, and resolves doubts.

A true master will never refrain from scolding you. If a master doesn't scold you, stay away from him as soon as possible and be more wary of him.

If someone becomes your master and doesn't scold you, they must have some ulterior motive or something they're wary of. This isn't a normal relationship.

Of course, a true teacher will do more than just these things, things they won't tell you outright, such as solidifying your mindset and guiding your life.

At the very least, he's guiding you with what he considers the right outlook on life and values.

“Under those circumstances, even if you didn’t know the patient’s identity, you could still do your best.”

“He’s just an ordinary old man, but you gave it your all, and that makes you noble.”

"As a superior, you can only focus on the big picture and let go of the small details.

"Where can you find a director who does everything personally?"

"The consequence of this is that you are afraid that your subordinates will grow up and squeeze you out, and you are afraid that they will teach their apprentices and starve you, the master, so you are unwilling to give them trust and opportunities."

"From your teacher's wife's and my perspective, what we want most is for my father to live. Only then can we hope that he will encounter good people, the best doctors, and the best friends at all times."

"But that's wishful thinking."

"From your teacher's wife's and my perspective, we would prefer to see you as a good doctor who will give his all to anyone."

"After giving it your all, you don't need to be obsessive about the little details."

Under those circumstances, Fang Ziye was just the head of orthopedics. He could have easily said that he had already treated the bleeding in both lower limbs and that the rest should be handled by the relevant specialists.

No one could find fault with Fang Ziye.

Even Yuan Weihong and his wife dared not nitpick from a moral, legal, or human perspective.

Given Fang Ziye's identity, job nature, and position requirements, there was no requirement for him to be omniscient and omnipotent, capable of treating complex arterial emergency trauma within the abdominal cavity.

Fang Ziye was lucky to be able to do it; doing it was a favor; not being able to do it or not doing it was his duty.

"Master, let's not talk about this anymore. I have a question to ask you!" Fang Ziye cut off the conversation.

In fact, Fang Ziye was not particularly remorseful. He just felt that his attitude was not good enough, at least not good enough to the point of being like a saint, pursuing perfection in the treatment quality of every patient.

“Okay, go ahead.” Yuan Weihong naturally didn’t want to dwell on this topic.

Seeing the car's RPM drop, Fang Ziye stepped on the gas and said, "I have an old classmate who sells medical devices."

"Their company's products..."

Fang Ziye then recounted the story of Liu Xiao and her company.

However, just when Yuan Weihong thought Fang Ziye wanted to ask whether this was appropriate, Fang Ziye suddenly changed the subject: "But I have already sent their company's equipment to five medical device function identification and testing centers."

"If the test results are substandard, or do not meet my expectations, or even if the test results show that their company's acceptance procedures were not compliant."

"Won't this cause some serious trouble?"

Fang Ziye's flirtatious behavior almost broke Yuan Weihong's back: "Why are you testing this?"

The acceptance and testing results of medical devices... those who know, know.

There will definitely be some fluctuation, but as long as it's not excessive, it's usually overlooked.

“Master, it’s like this, I really want to give their company a chance.”

But I'm scared!

"Teacher Deng, including you, my master, were very decisive. They only chose the two largest medical equipment companies in China, and all the other equipment was imported."

"Therefore, we don't need to worry at all when using it. There is such a large amount of data available, and the testing of each batch of products is also very strict."

“Her company is just a small company, and the surgeries in our department are currently somewhat unconventional. I’m afraid something might go wrong, so I can only do more verification on these hard indicators,” Fang Ziye said.

"I paid for it myself," Fang Ziye emphasized.

"The test report cannot be used as evidence for a report, but it can serve as my personal criterion for determining whether the samples can actually be used in the operating room."

Yuan Weihong's gaze sharpened, then slowly softened: "Ziye, your masters have always considered themselves quite meticulous, but in terms of the rigor of doing things, they are actually not as good as you."

“What you did was something that was a blind spot in the thinking of Professor Deng, Professor Gong, and me. We never thought of it that way.”

"However, we should also pay attention to this in the future."

Yuan Weihong didn't offer any advice, but first said that he had learned something from the experience.

There are pitfalls everywhere in the world. Yuan Weihong never considered the quality of the equipment, and he had always used equipment from large companies, so he had no concerns about this aspect.

Fang Ziye said frankly, "Master, if you don't think it's inappropriate, then I'll choose it this way."

There was no road originally; it only began to take shape when people walked on it, and eventually became a road as more people walked on it.

Although he didn't get the answer, Fang Ziye knew that he needed to figure out these details on his own.

Everyone has to go through a phase of trial and error in their growth process.

Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure, but the elders in the family will not have experience in dealing with all things.

"Master, let's not drink too much later. I'm on the third shift today."

"Although the chances of a third-line shift worker having to make two house calls a day are almost zero, we cannot completely rule out the possibility."

Yuan Weihong raised an eyebrow in annoyance: "Treat me like a normal person. My father-in-law is in the hospital. You expect me to get drunk and wait outside the ICU?"

"If that's the case, your teacher's wife and I won't be able to get along well."

"Today is just a little get-together for the two of us. By the way, congratulations to Ziye on your promotion to ward director. You've completely surpassed your master."

"Didn't we already drink it?" Fang Ziye was taken aback.

In December, the first person Fang Ziye visited with wine was Yuan Weihong. If he didn't share such a joyous occasion with his master, Fang Ziye would be too inconsiderate.

When this joy is shared with my parents, they will only feel happy, but they won't have a concrete understanding of it. They will only know that Fang Ziye is doing well outside and is healthy.

In their view, if Fang Ziye could find a stable job within the system, it would be a stroke of good fortune.

Fang Ziye's thoughts were not because he looked down on his parents for being "incompetent" or "ignorant." He was still very grateful to his parents because they were the path Fang Ziye had taken.

However, when joyous occasions occur, one should seek someone to share them with, someone who understands one's happiness better—this is what is meant by a soulmate.

Parents can never be true confidants, no matter how cultured or open-minded they are.

If such a situation truly exists, then it must be either the parents or the child who have lost sight of their respective roles.

How can your parents possibly be your confidants?

"You can't drink anymore after you've already had some, right?"

“Your master hasn’t had a drink in a long time. Just a couple of drinks, a couple of drinks…” Yuan Weihong is not addicted to alcohol and does not drink excessively.

However, it seems that as he gets older, he enjoys drinking alcohol and tea more and more. Yuan Weihong himself doesn't know why, and can only attribute it to his getting old.

The students are all grown up, and the children are gradually growing up too, so how can he not get old?

The barbecue and drinks were thoroughly enjoyable for both master and apprentice...

Fang Ziye is now considered a promising young man, and Yuan Weihong is no less so. After being promoted to associate professor, he is already on the verge of becoming a professor or chief physician.

Although he was promoted to ward director and then resigned, it was for the sake of departmental balance. If a national-level professor came to Zhongnan Hospital and was not even given a ward director position, the rumors in the orthopedic community would drown Deng Yong and his team.

The family is harmonious, and there is a little girl who is very kind to her.

Although his father-in-law is now suffering from "emergency" trauma, he has no financial worries.

With his career progressing smoothly, Yuan Weihong was almost certain to receive the title of "Outstanding Young Scientist" after the completion of his "Excellent Young Scientist" research project.

This is the ultimate goal that many researchers have pursued their entire lives...

"In conclusion, it's not an exaggeration for your master to say that he has achieved great success in his career."

"More importantly, your master has a good eye."

"In hospitals, many professors' titles are merely empty honors; when it comes to actual teaching ability?"

We won't go into that!

"But me, Yuan Weihong?"

Yuan Weihong got a little cocky and patted his chest: "Looking at the whole Hubei Province, who the hell dares to say that my teaching ability isn't strong enough?"

"Fang Ziye, the more you fight outside, the more people who want to say such things must shut up."

"Of course, besides you, there's Jie Han and Lan Tianluo."

"Although your junior brothers are not as good as the three of you, they are not bad either, and they will have their own place in the future."

"My experience as a teacher can be described as perfect."

Yuan Weihong wasn't drunk, nor was he intoxicated, but he was certainly in the mood.

Fang Ziye said softly, "Master, I am a rather fortunate student."

"I haven't had to worry about many things."

Yuan Weihong glanced at Fang Ziye. He knew what Fang Ziye was implying, but he didn't say it outright.

That incident might be the cause.

But the beginning is not the end; everything that followed was something Fang Ziye created on his own.

"The relationship between teachers and students can be one of equal exchange."

"But under normal circumstances, it will not be an equivalent exchange."

"If raising children is only for old age security, and there is such a desire and obsession, then there is no point in talking about parental love and always emphasizing the sacrifices of parents."

"We never thought that much about it at the beginning!"

"Besides, it was my first time being a teacher at that time, and I couldn't think that much about it."

Yuan Weihong said.

Fang Ziye stopped worrying about it...

There is a scene, at least for this moment, where a gentle spring breeze, unique to the two of them, blows by, even though spring has not yet arrived.

Fang Ziye and his companion called a designated driver to take them back to the new campus of Zhongnan Hospital.

Fang Ziye accompanied Yuan Weihong to the ICU entrance. After handing his master over to his master's wife and her mother, Fang Ziye learned that although the old man had not yet woken up, there were no drastic fluctuations in his vital signs.

This means there is little risk of major setbacks.

After exchanging greetings, the teacher's wife said, "Ziye, you should go back and rest. It's getting late."

Fang Ziye raised his wrist and saw that it was past 10 p.m. before replying, "Alright, Madam, I'll bring you breakfast when I come to check on you tomorrow."

"No need, we'll go down and buy it ourselves," the teacher's wife politely declined.

Yuan Weihong didn't care about all that: "Two servings of hot dry noodles, with beef topping, and a bowl of soup noodles too."

After Yuan Weihong finished speaking, he added, "Mom, why don't you go back first? When we came out, we only asked you to go home and keep Xiaoqi company."

"It's not good for the three of us to stay here all the time. Come back tomorrow!"

"I'll let you know as soon as I hear news about Dad."

The old man disagreed: "I'm not going back. You have to go to work tomorrow. You should go back and rest."

“You should raise your own children yourselves…” The old woman’s subtle “moral whip” left Yuan Weihong with no way to refuse.

……

Fang Ziye walked away, listening to Yuan Weihong and the others' 'argument,' a smile playing on his lips. This kind of family atmosphere, even waiting for family outside the ICU, is actually a form of happiness.

However, it's likely that Fang Ziye himself will find it difficult to covet such 'happiness'.

It's not that her parents didn't love her enough, nor that Luo Tingzhu's parents didn't love her enough.

My own parents are not well-educated, and their speech and worldview are certainly not as accommodating as my master's parents or my father-in-law and mother-in-law.

……

Time flies, and Sunday arrived quickly.

Instead of Fang Ziye taking her out to play, Luo Tingzhu was dragged along to be a "food delivery ox" for two days!
As they left the hepatobiliary surgery department of the new hospital campus once again, Luo Tingzhu said, "Senior brother, Professor Yuan and his wife have such a good relationship."

Luo Tingzhu also changed how she addressed Fang Ziye's teacher's wife, calling her by Fang Ziye's tone.

"Aren't we good enough?" Fang Ziye replied into his phone, holding Luo Tingzhu's hand.

"Lan Tianluo, the hospitalization procedures must be strictly followed according to the queue order. Calling anyone won't help."

"If someone says this or that to you, just tell them you're recording it and make them say it again!"

"If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility." Fang Ziye released the voice message button and sent it.

"I believe we'll get along even better in the future."

Fang Ziye tilted his head and explained, "I'm not making things up about my master and mistress, but they're not in the same profession, which means there aren't many conflicts."

"But there are also drawbacks, namely, not having a thorough understanding of the other party's job nature."

"So the effort was put into understanding and empathy."

“We are all in the industry and our paths are very similar, so we have a deeper understanding of the concept.”

Luo Tingzhu's eyes flickered, and she whispered, "Senior brother, can I take that as you secretly making suggestive remarks?"

Fang Ziye was speechless upon hearing this, and his eyes widened.

"Hehe!~" Luo Tingzhu swayed back and forth as if she had won a battle, and even bulged her eyes, her face full of innocence.

Women who are on their period are definitely not to be trifled with.

Upon arriving at the hospital entrance, Fang Ziye said, "You go back first, I still need to go to the department."

"I'll be back early and take you to the train station."

These words instantly deflated Luo Tingzhu's spirits, and he composed himself: "Yes, senior brother."

Regardless, Luo Tingzhu has been in Wuhan for over a week, almost nine days now.

It was another Sunday, and Luo Tingzhu had no reason not to return to Enshi.

Although Luo Tingzhu is still collecting data for her research on chemotherapy for bone tumors after being idle for so long, her own small research project has been temporarily put on hold.

After stealing a moment of leisure from my busy schedule, it's time to head back.

Fang Ziye hugged Luo Tingzhu and said, "If you want to see Xiang Cai, invite her to have a meal together. Let's make an explanation for our past choices."

"It's good to have another friend."

"After all, if we remove Liao Jia's influence, Xiang Cai is indeed a rather pitiful girl. You are also a girl, so it's perfectly normal for you to have empathy."

"Once you've made a choice, you don't need to worry about gains and losses, because you have the ability to cover your losses."

"Professor Liao Jia's situation has been settled, but it's highly unlikely that he will rejoin our Zhongnan Hospital. Instead, he may directly settle in a sanatorium or go to Peking Union Medical College Hospital."

Fang Ziye said this only to appease Luo Tingzhu.

Liao Jia is a free man; he can choose the right path no matter what.

Moreover, as long as he doesn't go abroad, there will be many more opportunities for cooperation in the future.

Luo Tingzhu then said, "Senior brother, the Shang Kunpeng that Brother Wu Xuanqi found to make animal experimental models seems to be lacking in both technical skills and thinking."

"Of course!"

Fang Ziye nodded: "Professor Liao Jia, with his own abilities, can achieve relative financial freedom at his age and still earn the title of associate professor without relying on a university."

"This is already the highest level in the industry."

"If anyone can easily replace him, then Brother Liao is worthless, okay?"

"It's not his place to earn that much money."

"Let's use it for now. It's not completely disconnected from the team, and it's still usable for now."

"Furthermore, he is relatively young, only thirty-two years old this year, and still has room for development."

"The only question right now is whether he has any issues with his character," Fang Ziye said with some concern.

According to Luo Tingzhu, as soon as Shang Kunpeng arrived at the Enshi Sanatorium, he began to have designs on Fang Ziye's research assistant.

If he came to the research group with the intention of seeking romantic relationships, Fang Ziye would not have indulged him.

"As far as I know, he doesn't seem like that kind of person right now, but we can't completely rule out the possibility that he's a hypocrite."

"Senior brother, you don't need to worry about that. With Brother Wu Xuanqi around, Han Jingyi won't suffer any losses."

"Moreover, Han Jingyi's horizons have broadened a lot along with our team's. By the way, she also wrote two articles last year, with pretty good impact factors, one at 6 and the other at 4..."

"It's already higher than many master's degree holders."

Birds soar far when they follow the phoenix, and people's character naturally improves when they follow the virtuous.

This is the benefit of having a high-quality team and resume.

Aptitude is not fixed; only talent is constant.

"That's not bad. At least she's someone who has tried and is trying." Fang Ziye nodded, acknowledging Han Jingyi's efforts.

……

After saying goodbye to Luo Tingzhu, Fang Ziye received urgent test data on his mobile phone.

The reason it could be expedited was because Fang Ziye had contacted the other party in advance and also asked Song Libo, the director of the sanatorium, for a favor.

After opening several reports, Fang Ziye's face immediately fell.

Fang Ziye's four fingers gripping the phone turned pale and then bluish-purple as he squeezed them hard.

After taking a few careful glances, Fang Ziye loosened his grip on the phone's frame and quickened his pace.

When Fang Ziye entered the department, he found that Hu Qingyuan, who had come to ask him a few questions, had just opened his notebook and hadn't even spoken yet.

Fang Ziye spoke first, saying, "Come find me later, I need to make a phone call first."

"Oh, okay, Master." Hu Qingyuan had been waiting for Fang Ziye to ask questions, so he didn't immediately observe Fang Ziye's expression.

"Master, I've boiled the water for you."

"The tea is in the drawer on the right. It was a gift from a friend," Hu Qingyuan said.

"Come with me." Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye no longer intended to avoid Hu Qingyuan.

Fang Ziye gripped the phone frame tightly again to avoid any misunderstanding. He checked the test report again, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the force. After his Adam's apple bobbed twice, he suddenly slammed the phone face down on his desk.

The teacup that Hu Qingyuan handed over made a crisp sound as it hit the table, abruptly dispersing the rising steam.

Fang Ziye picked up his phone again, found Liu Xiao's number in his contacts, and dialed it.

"beep--"

Before the dial tone had even finished its second ring, Fang Ziye lashed out at the connected phone with a cold, sharp edge: "Liu Xiao, your company can even falsify material testing data?"

Fang Ziye's vocal cords were taut, making him sound calm, but Liu Xiao and Hu Qingyuan on the other end of the phone knew that this calmness was forced by Fang Ziye.

There is also the anger that comes from being deceived.

Fang Ziye held the phone in his right hand and gripped the edge of the table tightly with his left, the sandalwood grain digging deep into his palm.

"Huh? Fang Ziye?"

"What do you mean?" Liu Xiao was completely dumbfounded.

“I sent more than 30 steel plates from your company to five testing institutions, and their tensile strength was all near the national standard.”

"Your test report clearly states that it is 10% above the national standard!"

"There are even products that are below the national standard."

"Call your supervisor and don't contact me again."

"That's it!" Fang Ziye finished speaking quickly and hung up the phone.

Upon hearing these words, Hu Qingyuan's expression flickered several times, and he curled up slightly, looking somewhat frightened.

Liu Xiao called again soon after, and Fang Ziye hesitated for a moment before answering.

This time it was Liu Xiao who spoke: "Fang Ziye, don't misunderstand. Actually, I'm not a tech person; I'm just a salesperson."

"You took our company's products out for testing? Didn't they meet the standards we gave you?"

“Yes!” Fang Ziye nodded in agreement.

“That’s impossible! It’s on our test reports and quality registration reports!” Liu Xiao stopped abruptly and fell silent.

Fang Ziye released his left hand: "Liu Xiao, you're just a messenger. I'm not angry with you. Since you're the liaison, just pass on my message."

Don't contact me again!

"Don't ask me which testing agencies did it. It's pointless for you to try to find out which agencies did it at this point."

“I originally wanted to give your company a chance because of you,” Fang Ziye said.

Liu Xiao quickly replied, "I know, Director Fang."

"However, I was unaware of this matter."

"On the contrary, if what you said, Fang Ziye, is true, then I have to consider whether or not to resign."

"After all, I do sales to achieve results and make money."

"Isn't it?"

"That's it." Fang Ziye said decisively.

This morning, the light in the eyes of the little girl in bed 12, clutching his white coat and asking, "Uncle, can I wear roller skates during the Chinese New Year?" seemed to transcend time and reappear before my eyes at that moment.

To succeed in any endeavor, one must first have the right tools.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye felt no psychological pressure. He had already said all the ugly things beforehand, and now that he had torn off all pretense, it wasn't without explanation.

Even if the other party thought Fang Ziye was just being ridiculous by sending their company's samples for testing, the facts were undeniable.

"Master, please calm down!"

"It's not used yet, so it's fine if you don't need it." Hu Qingyuan understood the gist of the situation and offered words of comfort.

"I'm not angry, I just feel a little disappointed. The phrase 'a mixed bag' really sums it up perfectly."

Fang Ziye watched as Hu Qingyuan stroked the tea set engraved with his name, quite excited, and instantly felt that his teacher's method of "winning people's hearts" was really effective: "You like it? If you like it, I'll give you a set."

Upon hearing this, Hu Qingyuan shook his head: "No."

“Master, when my grandfather was alive, he gave me a water cup with the character “Yuan” engraved on it. He always called me Xiao Yuan.”

"But he passed away the year before last, and I haven't drunk water from a cup with my name engraved on it for a long time."

Fang Ziye: "..."

Well, even a teacher's method of "winning people's hearts" can backfire and cause problems.

"Did I make you miss the old folks?" Fang Ziye asked again.

Hu Qingyuan nodded frankly: "I have thought about it a bit, but it's okay. My grandfather didn't suffer much after he got old. He said he was quite happy and content."

"It was tough when he was young. But seeing that my parents and I are living well, he feels that all the hardships he endured when he was young were worth it."

"He told me that he had a really, really tough time when he was young."

Fang Ziye said, "It is a kind of happiness to be old and not suffer, and to see that you are all doing well. Not everyone is born with a silver spoon in their mouth."

“My grandparents also had a tough time, but they are happy now, and I think that’s good.”

"I didn't feel guilty."

Hu Qingyuan said, "Of course, if it weren't for the shoddy construction, I would still be able to see my grandfather when I go home."

Fang Ziye was taken aback. Was Hu Qingyuan just randomly using an example to steer the conversation away from the topic? "A shoddy construction project?"

"I was taking a walk at a friend's house when the security window fell down," Hu Qingyuan said, flipping his hand.

“My grandfather and Grandpa Gong often visited each other.”

Fang Ziye pursed his lips.

Given this kind of relationship, it seems that Hu Qingyuan's family can't be blamed, nor can they be angry.

Fang Ziye said, "So you're starting to learn the 'besieging Wei to rescue Zhao' tactic, huh?"

“Master, I’m just telling the truth; this is my real experience. It’s quite regrettable,” Hu Qingyuan said.

Fang Ziye's phone rang; it was Manager Tang.

Fang Ziye didn't hang up; he picked up the phone and answered immediately, his mind already made up: "Manager Tang, please speak."

The security windows that Hu Qingyuan mentioned at Grandpa Gong's house were probably not installed by himself.

"Director Fang, please let me explain. Every company's products have some margin of error when they leave the factory," Manager Tang explained.

Fang Ziye's voice was sharp as a knife: "The tensile strength fluctuation range of plants within the human body must not exceed three-thousandths; otherwise, there's a problem with your production line!"

"You don't need to explain this to me. My current research project includes a section on plant consumables."

"Go on!" Fang Ziye cut him off with his most professional tone.

Manager Tang's voice trembled for a moment: "Director Fang... yes... you are definitely a professional, we all know that."

"However, our company's products meet national standards, and we've used them for so many years without any problems!"

"Actually, it works...right?" Manager Tang's voice was somewhat ingratiating:
"Director Fang, I can guarantee that, what if?"

Fang Ziye bluntly asked, "Manager Tang, how many times can you fulfill your guarantee?"

"Given our relationship, how many times do you think your promises are worth?"

"Only one chance!"

"If this kind of steel plate can be used for ordinary fracture patients, does that mean it can be used for all patients?"

“I’ve already explained it to you clearly enough before.”

"If the standard is not met, don't waste the time. Exceeding the national standard by 10% is my bottom line for assessing the quality of surgical prognosis."

"Go on, if you have something to say." Fang Ziye's voice was already aggressive.

Manager Tang said, "Director Fang, isn't this also your guess? There's no objective data. How will you know if your guess is true or false if you don't try it?"

Fang Ziye countered, "Then why don't I just use the better quality product and give your company a chance to try it out?"

"If it's about sentimentality regarding domestic products, I can simply use Guangbai Group's domestically produced products!"

"Why should I try yours? Why should I submit your company's testing for clinical use? Does it have other patent advantages?"

"Manager Tang, let's part ways amicably!"

"It's not that I didn't give you a chance."

"I hope this is the last time I hear harassing phone calls from your company, otherwise I will call the police immediately."

Manager Tang then began his tactics: "But Director Fang, you did sign it after all."

"Yes, I signed it."

"But my signature only means that your company's products can be used in the operating room, it doesn't mean that there will be sales!"

"It doesn't mean I have to use your company's products in patients."

"If you can convince the other directors in our hospital to use it, that's your skill."

"Our hospital operates on a professor-led system."

"If you're sure you can do that, I'd be happy to see it."

“But you have no chance with me. Don’t bother with it anymore. Save your money to explore other markets and avoid increasing your advertising costs,” Fang Ziye replied bluntly.

China is, after all, still China.

Capital has great power, but at present, it cannot touch those within the system.

Even if Fang Ziye is just an ordinary employee within the system, as long as he doesn't make any mistakes, the other party can't do anything to him, and no one will dare to open such a breach.

Otherwise, what happens to junior employees by capital today will be a reflection of what big capital can do to senior employees tomorrow.

Moreover, Fang Ziye is no longer an ordinary office worker.

"Director Fang, I still hope you can give our company a chance, after all, the difference isn't that much," Manager Tang said.

"Then why isn't it 10% higher?" Fang Ziye asked, tilting his head back on the table.

"If you're 10% ahead, and I don't give you a chance, then I, Fang Ziye, am a person who goes back on their word!"

Fang Ziye was amused and annoyed that they'd even used the pronoun "that." (End of Chapter)