top student at medical school

"Of course, I understand your difficulties, but understanding your difficulties does not mean that I must support them."

"I must be responsible to my patients; that's my bottom line."

"Your company's product quality has its own market positioning, and as the patient's attending physician, I also have my own positioning regarding the quality of the products used on the patient."

"If your company develops better products in the future, we can continue to cooperate."

“Let’s all be dignified. I’m only calling you with the intention of parting amicably,” Fang Ziye said.

Of course, at this moment, Fang Ziye was not simply trying to reason with the other party, but also looking for an outlet for his emotions.

After all, it was the other party who deceived his 'feelings' first!
"Director Fang, let me explain. The difference in quality between steel plates isn't actually that significant; as long as it works, it's fine!"

"It's nothing more than serving a fixing function."

“Some objective standards have been deliberately inflated.” Manager Tang still hoped to win back Fang Ziye’s favor.

If they can break through Fang Ziye's situation, their company can then enter other top-tier hospitals, which is a golden opportunity for takeoff.

The Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital, especially the team led by Fang Ziye, can be considered one of the top trauma surgery teams.

Fang Ziye has already used their products, and others will follow suit.

"According to you, as long as it won't kill you for the time being, you can eat it."

"So, as long as ticket buyers aren't caught, they're maintaining social stability?"

"I'm sorry, Manager Tang, I'm not the kind of person who would be content with just a bowl of cold porridge if I didn't have enough to eat. If I were that kind of person, I wouldn't be able to treat so many patients right now."

"Manager Tang, you're just the sales manager. I'm not trying to make things difficult for you, I'm just telling you this objective fact."

"That's it, I'm hanging up. Don't bother me anymore. I've already made things so clear. If you continue to bother me, that's harassment." Fang Ziye's anger subsided after saying this.

Fang Ziye hung up the phone.

At the same time, Liu Xiao and her assistant began sending Fang Ziye various explanatory messages, and also listed a lot of past application data of the product.

However, the data they can provide is only prognostic data for routine fracture treatment, without any supporting data from specific cases, so it cannot serve as a basis for support.

This scene made Fang Ziye both laugh and feel sorry for the working class.

What does this scene resemble?
Everyone knows that gas cylinders can explode, so some people have suggested that our country's military stop using small hand grenades and just use this thing instead...

Fang Ziye didn't hesitate and immediately contacted the person in charge of Dabo Medical Instruments, asking them to deliver the steel plate to the operating room as soon as possible so that it could be used tomorrow.

After Fang Ziye sent the message, the other party definitely didn't reply immediately.

After exiting the chat interface, Fang Ziye replied to Su Xiaoji and Liu Xiao: "Neither of you are clinical professionals, so you don't know that the data you listed is invalid data."

"It's not your fault."

"However, please don't bother anymore."

Liu Xiao's chat window went blank.

But Su Xiaoji was eager to improve and said anxiously, "But, Director Fang, we are mainly responsible for your sales channels. If you don't use our company's products, I won't be able to pass my internship."

"Didn't everything go smoothly before? You agreed, didn't you?"

“That’s your problem. If the product quality isn’t up to par, nothing you say will make a difference,” Fang Ziye said.

Su Xiaoji persisted earnestly: "Does that mean other companies' products are of acceptable quality?"

After reading it, Fang Ziye found it somewhat amusing: "What do you think? You don't actually think I only tested your company's samples, do you?"

"Then maybe Director Fang will get a little more? Director Fang, if you're not satisfied with the prize payout ratio, we can continue talking, right?"

"Manager Tang said that Director Fang, you can talk to us directly about any ideas you have."

"Director Fang, do other companies offer more than ours?"

"Or do you have any other ideas?" Su Xiaoji is too young.

Fang Ziye: "..."

"Thank you, but I suggest you find a factory job. You might not be suited for sales." Fang Ziye immediately switched their chat to Do Not Disturb mode.

Su Xiaoji is young, and it's normal for young people to be unfamiliar with social etiquette. They need to be understood and given more opportunities.

But Fang Ziye did not intend to give her that opportunity.

Fang Ziye looked up: "Hu Qingyuan, you said you have questions, so start asking now. I only have thirty minutes. Then I need to go over the patients who are scheduled for surgery tomorrow, and then I have to go see my wife off at the train station."

Hu Qingyuan immediately said, "Master, yesterday I asked Senior Brother Tianluo for some data on the basic operating principles of the micro-circulation instrument, and I discovered a very interesting problem."

“Master, look, the valves and power unit built into the miniature circulator are similar to the heartbeat. This is certainly good, as it corresponds to the blood pumping ability of our body.”

"However, our limbs are not the same as the heart and other organs."

"A miniature circulatory device doesn't need to use a blood pumping mechanism, right?" Hu Qingyuan said, opening his notebook.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's mind raced, and many thoughts suddenly came to mind: "If blood isn't pumped, how can circulation be completed?"

Having been "abstinent" by Fang Ziye for so long, Hu Qingyuan was eager to improve, so his mind was racing.

Having not experienced a sense of accomplishment in a short period of time, he was eager to showcase himself.

"Master, these are just my own interpretations."

"The reason why our human heart is a pumping mechanism is because our peripheral circulation is very far and wide, so it requires a huge amount of energy to eject blood and make it flow at high speed to distribute it throughout the body."

"Moreover, we only have one power source in our body, and it's only about the size of a fist. Therefore, the heartbeat involves almost all the heart muscles contracting and relaxing at the same time, which is an essential instinct for our human body."

"This is also its structure, a natural result of our human body's needs."

"But? The muscle contraction pattern of our limbs is not like that. It can be uncoordinated, with localized contraction and relaxation. It's not like a single movement affects the whole body."

"Therefore, by comparing the contraction patterns of myocardial and striated muscles, we can boldly speculate that the circulation in our limbs does not need to rely entirely on the heart's pumping circulation pattern."

"At least it won't need to be that fast."

"Moreover, the oxygen content in the blood in our limbs does not need to be as high as that in the aorta to meet the local energy needs."

Hu Qingyuan was really thinking hard, and he integrated all the knowledge he had come into contact with.

This is not clinical content, but orthopedic and physiological content, involving the basic operating mode of orthopedics.

After pausing, seeing that Fang Ziye remained silent, Hu Qingyuan continued, "So, this pump-type circulation device is actually designed to mimic the output mode of a heartbeat."

"The reason for this output is that during heart surgery, the heart needs to function and deliver circulating blood to all parts of the body so that the amount of circulating blood and the oxygen content in our brain and various organs reach a certain level."

"Its function is to replace or substitute for the heart."

"The purpose of the microcirculation device is not to replace the heart, and if it can be divided into multiple microcirculations, then there is even less need to rush it."

"Based on my current understanding, the blood in our body mainly has these functions: first, to transport energy and oxygen to various cells, and second, to remove some cellular metabolic waste."

"But Master, aren't the organs that actually metabolize more waste not in the limbs?"

Fang Ziye nodded upon hearing this: "That's right, you're right."

Hu Qingyuan heard Fang Ziye speak, waited for a while, but didn't hear the line from the joke, "Then don't say it again next time," so he laughed.

“Master, this is also one of my ideas. I mainly want to work on a sub-project based on the micro-circulation device that you developed.”

"It's about taking the topic of microcirculation severance in the limbs and making it more precise by conducting a cross-sectional study."

"If we can find the baseline where the limb can still survive even with the slowest blood flow rate in the microcirculation of the limbs, then we can be more at ease when performing limb-sparing surgery in the future."

"Even when we are performing anti-infection treatment, we can make the drugs come into more precise contact with the local tissues."

"Furthermore, Master, since we can adjust the pump-like heart rate, we can certainly improve it so that the pump-like heart rate alternates with the normal, smooth blood transport pattern."

"If we need to speed up metabolism, we can switch to a rapid pulsation mode so that the circulation in our limbs does not completely break away from the habitual state of pump-like blood transfusion."

"If this basic research can be completed, it should play a significant role in guiding the treatment of bone tumors and local infections."

"Moreover, it may also be applicable to circulation devices for other organs."

Fang Ziye nodded again and asked in return, "These are all your ideas, not the ones you gave Nie Mingxian?"

Upon hearing this, Hu Qingyuan didn't think that Fang Ziye didn't trust him. Instead, his eyes lit up: "So, Master, you've thought about this too?"

"Yes, I have had some thoughts about it."

"The mechanism of cardiac bleeding must be an ejection mechanism, but the mechanism of organ blood entry must be an advection mechanism."

"Because the heart has valves to prevent backflow, the process must be in the form of spraying."

"When blood reaches the organs, it certainly won't be sprayed out in one go."

"It's quite difficult to master the balanced flow rate of each organ. If you are interested in this, then this project will be assigned to you."

"You should get to know Jie Han better. After he read the tender documents, he was confused because he didn't know if he could actually do it."

Upon hearing this, Hu Qingyuan nodded, but with some concern: "Master, do you think I'm being a bit too ambitious?"

"After all? I already have a really, really big problem to solve."

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Of course not. In fact, all of this was my plan."

"If I were to work on the project I gave you, I would definitely be completely stumped. Even now, I might not be able to achieve much."

"The reason I gave it to you was to let you experience a relatively ordinary feeling."

“You’ve been in there for almost a year now. I can’t say you haven’t produced anything, but you haven’t felt any sense of accomplishment at all.”

"Experiencing this state for almost a year is enough to understand that you may be in a state of inaction. It's not that the master wants to crush your confidence with one blow."

"It's a way to generate desire and also a way to motivate ambition," Fang Ziye explained.

Hu Qingyuan sighed softly, not daring to say that Fang Ziye's actions were good, for fear that Fang Ziye would continue, nor daring to say that Fang Ziye's actions were bad.

"Oh, right, your answer just now still didn't answer the question your master asked you."

"So how do we complete this cycle of power and regulate its rhythm? You can think about it. Even your master hasn't fully figured this out yet," Fang Ziye said.

Upon hearing this, Hu Qingyuan's pupils constricted sharply, and he shook his head vigorously: "I don't want to!"

“Master, if you can’t understand it, I don’t want to.”

Fang Ziye looked at Hu Qingyuan seriously: "Why don't you want to? Don't you find it boring?"

"Your master is too busy, with too many miscellaneous matters, and doesn't have much time to calm down and think."

Hu Qingyuan opened and closed his mouth twice before smiling shyly and saying, "Master, that's because I was ignorant and arrogant before."

“My background knowledge was insufficient, and I didn’t have a deep understanding of the medical profession before, which is why I dared to be bold and thought I could do whatever I wanted.”

"Sitting in a well and looking at the sky, one thinks one has seen the vastness of the sky and the distance of the water."

"When we reached the shore, we realized that you, Master, were truly a master at the highest level of academia."

"If even an expert like you can't figure it out, it's beyond my current level to even begin to grasp, let alone solve."

“Learning and scientific research are different; theory and profession; theory and operation, application, and surgery are completely different.”

"I'm not bored at all now, I feel very fulfilled!" Hu Qingyuan replied honestly.

Having never been beaten by a 'teacher,' Hu Qingyuan felt that many things were too boring.

However, Fang Ziye immediately threw a lump of fat at him, thousands of times heavier than his body. Hu Qingyuan, who wanted to get fat, was exhausted after crawling out of the lump of fat.

How dare you say you're bored now?

A brand new miRNA unique to osteosarcoma could be used as a diagnostic biomarker for osteosarcoma. If it were really that easy to do?
In the field of orthopedics, the research foundation and atmosphere are so weak that even food and excrement can't compare to a hot meal.

"Actually, you can also help think of some ideas. Sometimes, a casual suggestion from you can provide teachers with some good ideas."

"Once you understand the situation, you'll know where you are. Once you know where you are, you'll know how to build the ladder."

"When building a ladder, you must find the key points and make sure the bottom layer is built properly so that you don't fall down."

"Your progress is much faster than your teacher's back then," Fang Ziye encouraged.

"It's all thanks to you, Master, that you've lifted me up even higher. All I have to do is follow your instructions."

"Moreover, Master, you can always find the key framework to support my knowledge system, so it's faster to build it up."

"If I were to organize it all by myself, I would find it extremely difficult to separate the disparate knowledge systems, let alone rebuild a logically clear knowledge system."

"Fundamentals, disciplines, specialties, subspecialties, operational theory, operational practice, surgical framework, surgical procedures..."

"Pathology, physiology, and surgery."

"Interdisciplinary studies".

"Master, I'm really not bored anymore, and I dare not be bored anymore," Hu Qingyuan assured Fang Ziye, expressing his commitment.

A statement that is substantial and meaningful is not merely a response.

The fact that Hu Qingyuan was able to list so many things for Fang Ziye proves that he had really thought about it, rather than just talking in generalities.

"If you're not bored anymore, take it slow, one step at a time."

"Learn to apply the skills before you start to understand the theory. Learn the theoretical framework first, and then try to apply it."

"It might sound a bit convoluted, but that's how it is," Fang Ziye said.

“Master, the theory is to first look at the whole picture, and then implement it in detail, from top to bottom.”

"Operation is about doing things first, doing the details first, and then learning about the metaphysics, the theory, and the philosophy, from the bottom up."

"If we could meet and merge along the way, then this world would be so interesting." Hu Qingyuan had his own thoughts.

He is very smart and has a vast amount of knowledge. He doesn't read many books, but he remembers all the books he has read. His experiences are also quite remarkable.

Therefore, talking to Hu Qingyuan gave Fang Ziye the feeling that he wasn't chatting with a student.

This is an experience I haven't had even when talking to some professors.

"Go on, your master has one more thing to say to you."

"The reason why your master wants you to build up your skeletal structure is because from now on, there will be no systematic book that you can completely absorb."

"Any new knowledge or learning you encounter will be fragmented."

"No one will guide you step by step to fill it into the right place; you have to rely on yourself most of the time."

"Where to put these fragmented pieces of information is up to you. You might fill them in wrong, and that's it. You might even be wrong for the rest of your life. If you get stuck on that, you'll never be able to make any progress."

"Many professors, renowned professors, and scholars get stuck at this step."

"It's cruel, but also wonderful."

“Modern martial arts debates are not about fighting and killing, because fighting and killing is too easy. In modern martial arts debates, if you can't reach a consensus, killing other people won't help.”

The invisible competition is the most brutal; if you can't get through it, you won't be able to get out of it either.

In the view of many scholars, depression and ignorance are the norm.

Hu Qingyuan left the office silently, his steps neither fast nor slow.

He gently opened the door and closed it quietly, making no unnecessary noise, afraid of disturbing Fang Ziye's thoughts.

In fact, Hu Qingyuan did not know that Fang Ziye was not thinking at all at this moment, but was simply emptying his mind and trying not to think about anything for a short period of time.

This continued for about ten minutes before Fang Ziye went out to check on the pre-operative examination of the patient scheduled for surgery the next day.

After a quick check, Fang Ziye left the department.

……

Luo Tingzhu's luggage was officially packed and placed in a pink suitcase.

Her snack bag was also stuffed full, filled with her "food rations"!
When Fang Ziye returned home, Luo Tingzhu was unpacking a package for him: "Senior brother, I bought you a few sets of clothes and shoes, including shirts and leather shoes."

"You decide what to wear."

"When there are formal occasions, you should pay a little more attention to your image."

Fang Ziye nodded: "Thank you. You're quite busy yourself, yet you still helped me with my things."

Luo Tingzhu shook her head: "I also look at dresses and clothes myself, so I just looked at them while I was at it."

"I will remember to eat on time and I will take good care of myself."

Then, Luo Tingzhu said, "I didn't ask Xiang Cai out. I think the reason I helped her wasn't because I felt like I had saved her, but simply because I hoped she could have a relatively stable college life."

"So, we gave her a chance, and now it's up to her to fight for it."

“She was willing to take that step for tuition fees, so she must have had some plans for her future. Neither I nor Chen Xixian were in her plans.”

"Therefore, it's best if we don't bother her too much."

Fang Ziye listened with great appreciation: "In that case, our little Luo Tingzhu has really grown up and matured completely."

"She has also become more attractive."

A woman's maturity is not simply a matter of being adept at interpersonal relationships and emotional management, or even providing emotional value.

That socialite.

True maturity doesn't require being an expert in interpersonal relationships, but it certainly requires finding your own place and doing things that align with that place.

It's not about suppressing emotions and not being affectionate, wearing a stern face and enduring grievances, unwillingly providing emotional support, navigating social situations, or even doing things like accompanying others for meals and drinks. This is Fang Ziye's understanding.

"How annoying." Luo Tingzhu rolled her eyes at Fang Ziye, then lowered her head to organize her collection of books, stacking them up before putting them into the study.

She doesn't plan to take these books back to Enshi; she plans to read them next time she visits.

“Tingzhu, actually, if Brother Liao knew that you could think this way now, he probably wouldn’t be so angry.”

“He truly thought about what he wanted, what he was doing, and what his purpose was in doing things, rather than acting like a saint on a whim. That’s what he wanted to do.”

"Otherwise, Liao Jia could just give Xiang Cai a sum of money to get rid of him and that would be the end of it."

"Of course, Brother Liao is also playful. He feels that life is too boring and wants to have some fun."

"I wonder if he'll still be playful now," Fang Ziye chuckled.

"Who knows? It's said that Professor Liao is having a great time on his trip and will definitely not want to go back to China anytime soon."

Luo Tingzhu said, "Forget it, Senior Brother, let's not think about this anymore."

Luo Tingzhu continued, "Senior brother, I am now a staff member at Professor Deng's postdoctoral research station, so I will need to find a laboratory myself and bring a few of Professor Deng's students over."

"Senior brother, you don't need to spend any time on me. I'm telling you this not so you can do things for me!"

"Of course, it's not that I'm trying to show off my self-reliance by not wanting you, my senior, to do anything for me, or to make this kind of alternative, self-deprecating choice."

"I just wanted to say that I also have things to do."

Luo Tingzhu's speech was a bit awkward, but she gradually became more poised and confident.

She could accept Fang Ziye's help without hesitation because she had already recognized her own limitations.

With Fang Ziye's help, things become easier and tasks are completed in less time.

Without Fang Ziye's help, it would be more tiring and take longer.

She can accept either outcome calmly, because they will all eventually reach their destination.

……

After seeing Luo Tingzhu off at the station, Fang Ziye's mood became increasingly calm as he drove back.

Some say that it is a very happy thing for a woman to be able to accompany a boy as he grows up.

Actually, the reverse is also true.

If two people can accompany each other as they grow and mature, that is the greatest happiness and fortune.

In the end, relationships between boyfriends and girlfriends inevitably involve sex, which is a basic human instinct. However, if they rely solely on sex, it's just about mutual needs and fulfillment, not true intimacy.

Where is Luo Tingzhu?

He's been excellent, he's been mentally challenged, sometimes he's silly, sometimes he's incredibly smart, and sometimes he's incredibly stupid.

Fang Ziye still thinks so now, but the real Luo Tingzhu is still very charming. The closer you get to the real her, the more you will find that such a girl is standing right in front of you, with distinct features.

She doesn't have the extreme attributes found in anime, nor does she come from an ordinary, innocent family. Her personality isn't particularly gentle or refined; in fact, she's a bit assertive.

"If it didn't have the attribute of being strong-willed, it would be perfect." Fang Ziye shook his head.

The phone rang again, and Fang Ziye answered it with the steering wheel.

"Director Fang, the equipment you requested has been prepared and stored in the warehouse, and it will be ready for use tomorrow."

"Our company has specially assigned two engineers and two medical device application specialists to serve you exclusively," the manager of Dabo Medical Devices Company said in a fawning tone.

Unlike the medical device company where Liu Xiao works, Dabo Company is one of the top domestic medical device companies with strong financial resources.

This makes it clearer how much profit and output could be generated if a top professor like Fang Ziye could collaborate with the company.

Therefore, Dabo Company directly equipped Fang Ziye's team with one of the top teams in the country. Song Tingzhen continued, "Of course, this is just a backup."

"If you need anything else, Director Fang, just let me know. I can send forty or fifty people that very evening."

"One or two hundred people, they'll definitely arrive the next day!"

A large medical device company cannot achieve this scale if it only has a handful of employees.

Reality isn't a novel, where companies can easily be worth billions or even hundreds of billions, yet only a dozen or so people are actually running the business.

A large industrial organization must have multiple departments that are actively operating, including research and development, equipment application, equipment guidance, equipment promotion, and even the registration of new products, each with a dedicated team...

Fang Ziye replied, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Manager Song."

"If needed, I will definitely consult your company's equipment instructors."

Song Tingzhen quickly said, "Director Fang, saying it's equipment instruction is just giving yourself a fancy title. In front of you, Director Fang, they're not even qualified to be students!"

"In other words, I can put in a little effort. Director Fang, please rest assured, everything has been arranged."

Song Tingzhen was quite wise not to mention anything else.

The most common gift is money.

A more sophisticated gift is one that the recipient can give whatever they desire.

Since Song Tingzhen couldn't offer the highest level of self-realization in life, he could only try his best not to disturb Fang Ziye's pursuit of "lofty ideals."

Fang Ziye will never ask for money unless he asks for it directly. If he does hint at it at any time, he will not be shortchanged on a single penny!

"Director Song, I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."

"However, even after a period of initial cooperation, I may not use all of your company's products."

"Different companies have different advantages for their products," Fang Ziye explained.

"Of course, we wouldn't dare to instruct you on your treatment plan and equipment application, Director Fang."

"Furthermore, our company's principle is that even if Professor Fang asks us to source products from our competitors, if our company even hesitates, it would be considered presumptuous of us." Song Tingzhen's attitude was made very clear.

"..."

Fang Ziye drove directly to the hospital.

After thinking it over, Fang Ziye bought two more fruit baskets and mentioned the hepatobiliary surgery department as well.

At this moment, Yuan Weihong was chatting with Xu Haoyang from the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery in the office, with only his wife and Xiaoqi by the bedside.

The old man was in better spirits, laughing and teasing his granddaughter, his smile almost melting his heart.

Little Qi searched around while asking, "Grandpa? Does it hurt here?"

"Father-in-law, what about here? Does it hurt a lot?"

The old man said, "It was a little painful at first, but it stopped hurting after I blew on it for seven days."

Xiaoqi instantly puffed up her cheeks and spun around the bed like an inflated balloon.

Xiaoqi's maternal grandmother followed behind to prevent her from bumping into things.

Seeing this, the teacher's wife finally smiled knowingly: "Ziye, you've just taken office, you're quite busy."

"Don't come on weekdays!"

Fang Ziye said, "Master's wife, I'm downstairs. On weekdays, I can just come up one more floor."

"Besides, now that Tingzhu is gone, I don't even have a place to eat when I get home. Your cooking is so good, Master's wife..." Fang Ziye was shameless.

"What does Professor Fang like to eat? I'll go buy groceries later," Xiaoqi's grandmother asked.

"Mother-in-law, I'm not a picky eater. I'll eat whatever's available," Fang Ziye said with a smile.

Fang Ziye changed his address, but instead of following Xiao Qi's lead and calling her "Jiajia," he directly called her "Grandma."

"Mom, I'll go buy it later and then take Xiaoqi back," said the teacher's wife.

Fang Ziye then walked over to the old man, checked the progress of his wound healing, and focused on examining the residual function of his lower limbs.

The examination results were not good, after all, Fang Ziye had already prepared for amputation when he was injured.

His recovery will not be affected by the fact that he is his teacher's wife's father, nor will it be lessened by Fang Ziye's attention.

After checking everything, Fang Ziye and his teacher's wife walked out together. Fang Ziye turned his head and said, "Teacher's wife, Grandpa's legs are in very bad condition. He may have to have them amputated."

“Yeah, your master has talked to me about it many times as well.”

"There's nothing we can do about it. If even you, Ziye, can't do anything about it, then we have no choice but to accept it."

"Besides, aren't artificial intelligence prosthetics the technology we have today?"

"I'll get a new pair when the time comes, and then I can go."

“Ziye, you don’t need to feel pressured. Just do what you think is right,” the teacher’s wife said.

She knew Fang Ziye best and chose to unconditionally trust Yuan Weihong.

If even Fang Ziye couldn't save his leg, it's unlikely he could be saved anywhere else. Even the world's top doctors would face this outcome; that's just fate!

I feel a little regretful, but I won't feel remorseful anymore.

"Thank you for your understanding, Madam, but I will try my best to find a solution," Fang Ziye said.

"Thank you, Ziye." The teacher's wife gave a thumbs up.

She can still talk to her father, who is still conscious. She feels lucky that the young man in front of her has gone to the underworld.

From inside, Xiaoqi's clear voice came out: "Father-in-law, our teacher said that ranking will not be allowed in future exams."

"There are still a few days until the final exams."

Well, although Xiaoqi is Yuan Weihong's daughter, she is not a top student and her studies are not very good.

But it doesn't affect her happiness.

……

It was 9:23 PM.

As Fang Ziye was at home pondering the surgical plan for the patient scheduled for surgery the next day, his phone started buzzing.

Fang Ziye initially thought the message was from Luo Tingzhu.

But to my surprise, it was Hu Qingyuan and his friends who sent the pictures.

The four pictures each contain the four characters "Happy Birthday!" written on a piece of crafting material such as tofu.

This might be a birthday gift from the three little ones to Fang Ziye.

Tian Yao and Feng Junfeng's debridement skills are good enough to carve three-dimensional characters, which Fang Ziye can accept without complaint, after all, they are both PhDs.

It's quite remarkable that Hu Qingyuan can now carve it.

He's practicing very diligently, isn't he?

It's likely that they had planned ahead, but Hu Qingyuan hadn't met the requirements by his own birthday, which delayed the delivery of gifts to the three people.

Although the deadline has passed, the three boys still sent over the pictures.

It has no real-world embodiment, nor is it a real gift.

Fang Ziye was still quite happy after seeing it, and typed in the group chat: "There are still a little over 11 months until my birthday, keep up the good work."

One sentence sent shockwaves through the group.

Feng Junfeng: "Huh?"

Tian Yao: "Master, if you keep using this kind of PUA, then life will be too boring."

Fang Ziye's birthday was just over half a month ago, but indeed, there are only November left until his next birthday.

"I'm just telling the truth!" Fang Ziye said.

"It's not like I'm not going to invite you to dinner."

Feng Junfeng immediately said, "Master, I wouldn't dare. Your birthday belongs to your wife, and no one can take it away from you."

Feng Junfeng has gone so far as to make fun of Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye then unleashed his ultimate move: "So, Feng Junfeng, what about you?"

"As a doctoral student at Zhongnan Hospital, you're still single?"

Feng Junfeng immediately retorted: "Senior Brother Li Yuanpei is also single, and Senior Brother Xiong Jinhuan is also single. They are the ones who led us astray."

"Master, go find them..."

Fang Ziye adopted the airs of a master: "They are them, and you are you. They are not my students. If the opportunity arises, go find someone."

At this moment, Tian Yao suddenly sent a picture of the article received in the group, her tone quite aggrieved: "Master, this is here, please stop manipulating us, okay?"

Being single is already miserable enough.

Fang Ziye sneered: "This thing might be rare to other people, but you're unlucky. You can't shut your teacher up with this."

"This is your choice, and this is your fate."

"More, huh?" Fang Ziye casually opened his email, took a screenshot, and sent it to the group chat.

When it comes to showing off with screenshots of SCI publications, Fang Ziye is second to none.

This is all accumulated by Fang Ziye over the years; it's not showing off, but it surpasses showing off.

The three people in the group instantly deflated again...

Fang Ziye never plays by the rules, and every move he makes catches them off guard.

"Alright, everyone go back and get some rest."

"It's not bad that you're thinking about publishing articles." Fang Ziye saw that there was a moment of silence in the group and tried to reassure them.

However, Fang Ziye had really killed the atmosphere in the group, and Hu Qingyuan and the others stopped speaking.

About half an hour later, Hu Qingyuan sent Fang Ziye a private message: "Master, can we really start dating now?"

"Hmm? You have a boyfriend?" Fang Ziye asked.

At the same time, Fang Ziye immediately took a screenshot and sent it to Luo Tingzhu, inviting her to join in the gossip.

Luo Tingzhu didn't know what she was doing, but she immediately sent over the video after seeing the message.

"I don't have a boyfriend yet, but I like someone. I'm just not sure if I should start pursuing her," Hu Qingyuan said.

Ok……

Fang Ziye felt a bit annoyed.

Is it appropriate for you to discuss this topic with me, your teacher?

Shouldn't you ask your friends for advice? Don't you even have friends like that?

"Who is it? Go talk to her yourself. You have to talk to her first when you're pursuing a girl," Fang Ziye said.

Hu Qingyuan said, "Chen Xixian, Master, you seem to know her. She gets along quite well with Senior Sister Luo Tingzhu."

“But her family is too well-off, I don’t dare.”

Fang Ziye was shocked when he saw it.

"???"

"You can still like this one?" Fang Ziye relayed the message to Luo Tingzhu while typing a reply to Hu Qingyuan.

Chen Xixian is definitely good-looking. As long as a daughter raised in a wealthy family isn't ugly, she won't be too bad-looking.

Others may have the temper of a spoiled princess, but this one is a real spoiled princess.

Having a spoiled princess attitude is her true nature.

Fang Ziye is not fit to be a strategist.

Luo Tingzhu remained silent for a while before saying, "Then I think it's pretty risky. Chen Xixian definitely doesn't like Hu Qingyuan's type."

"Moreover, Hu Qingyuan is younger than Chen Xixian."

"It's not that young, there's no difference of two years."

Hu Qingyuan replied, "I'd say I have a good impression of them."

"I just think she's really genuine."

Fang Ziye typed: "Then Master has a suggestion for you: put down your phone now, take a shower, and then go to sleep. You can have all sorts of dreams."

"Even if Qingyuan wants to improve, Chen Xixian is not someone you can move."

"First of all, there are a few points."

"First, she might not like your type."

"Second, what you perceive as a surprise may seem very naive to her, or even completely different from what you and I understand as a surprise."

"Thirdly, you'll find it difficult to easily integrate into her lifestyle..." (End of Chapter)