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"Is Professor Fang confirmed to have performed Le Yuan's surgery today?"

“Professor Fang had promised in the clinic before, but my daughter said that Professor Fang did not perform the puncture last time.”

As Fang Ziye walked to the office door, he heard Le Yuan's father asking him questions.

Le Yuan was staying in Professor Zeng Duoqin's bed, and her attending physician was Dai Zhusheng, a first-year master's student. He was getting impatient with all the attention, and nodded sideways, his tone bitter:
"Professor Fang must have performed the surgery. The previous puncture was a diagnostic procedure, not a treatment. I've explained that to you many times."

"Professor Fang has agreed to perform the surgery on Le Yuan, but you can't expect Professor Fang to do everything, can you?"

"Does Professor Fang also draw the blood?"

The middle-aged man awkwardly forced a smile upon hearing this: "I just wanted to confirm that Professor Fang will be the surgeon."

"We don't understand either."

Seeing Fang Ziye enter the office, the middle-aged man quickly jogged over and greeted him, "Director Fang, are you the chief surgeon for my daughter's operation today?"

Fang Ziye was very grateful for Le Yuan's father's trust, but his behavior did not respect Professor Zeng Duoqin and others.

Fang Ziye smiled and nodded: "We'll go perform the surgery after we finish our shift, so you don't need to be too anxious."

"I promised you, and I will definitely keep my promise."

“The attending physicians in our department are all at least graduate students in their fields. Their advice to you is professional. If you don’t understand something, they will explain it to you, so you don’t have to insist on fully understanding it.”

Fang Ziye raised his wrist: "It's getting late, we need to hand over our shifts."

"Would you mind leaving for a moment?"

The middle-aged man hurriedly left the office while replying, "Professor Fang, I'm leaving now. I'm going to the operating room right away; my daughter has already been taken in."

The middle-aged man's departing figure was hurried, but his expression of fear of offending Fang Ziye was deeply imprinted in the minds of many junior master's students.

When Fang Ziye turned his head again, Huang Nonghua, Dai Zhusheng and the others quickly sat up straight. Fang Ziye's students, however, were used to his temperament and had little fear or concern.

After the normal handover, the head nurse raised a question: "Our department performs a lot of surgeries every day, so the attending physicians must pay close attention to the postoperative orders."

"Our colleagues in the nursing department must also do a good job of checking and avoid making any basic mistakes."

Upon hearing the head nurse's words, Lan Tianluo, who had just woken up, widened his eyes and asked in a trembling voice, "Head nurse, has someone written the wrong medical order again?"

Huang Xiaowei had mentioned this matter during yesterday's shift handover, and she brought it up again today, which Lan Tianluo, the resident, found unbearable.

Huang Xiaowei did not complain privately: "Just be more careful next time."

"Although I know that you attending physicians are under a lot of pressure, you have to follow up on surgeries, practice your skills, and write articles."

"But clinical practice is still the most basic, and we can't be careless."

"Director Fang, let's leave it at that. In the end, it was changed."

Fang Ziye nodded upon hearing this, glanced at Lan Tianluo, and said, "The new hospital area has just opened, and unlike the first day, there are quite a few inpatients in our ward."

“Each of you is responsible for a large number of beds, and the tasks and workload are very heavy, which may affect your learning pace in other aspects.”

"But we can only figure out a solution to this kind of thing slowly."

"The hospital was newly opened, and no one could have predicted that we would have so many patients, so we didn't assign so many attending physicians in advance..."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Quanlin raised his hand and said, "Director Fang, it was my fault for not writing the prescription properly yesterday."

"It's been a long time since I've personally tended to a bed."

When Zhu Quanlin spoke, everyone's expression froze.

In prefecture-level city hospitals, it is common for attending physicians to manage wards, but at Zhongnan Hospital, once you reach the chief resident level, you no longer need to personally manage wards and write medical records; what you need to do is take on teaching responsibilities.

However, after arriving at the new hospital campus, Zhu Quanlin and others had to take over the work of managing patients.

This is due to an imbalance between supply and demand caused by a shortage of attending physicians and an excessive number of patients.

Fang Ziye thought about it carefully and said, "Tian Yao, you should hand over the beds you are in charge of first, and then you can go and take charge of the beds in Professor Wang's group."

Tian Yao was a little dazed, but he still nodded obediently.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Quanlin's eyes immediately lit up: "No need, Director Fang, I can handle it."

Zhu Quanlin thought Fang Ziye misunderstood him as complaining, but in fact he was worried that the junior master's students would suffer innocent harm.

As the chief resident, Lan Tianluo certainly wouldn't dare to get angry at the attending physicians, but if the master's students made a mistake, then Lan Tianluo would be the ringleader in charge.

“It’s settled then. I’ll call the residency training office and the continuing education office and ask them to send more attending physicians over.” Fang Ziye took the initiative to take on this task.

Currently, the new ward does not have a teaching director, and the current teaching director for orthopedics is still in the main hospital area, so such comprehensive arrangements cannot be made.

Fang Ziye also came from the resident physician stage, so we can't put all the pressure on them.

Those with families to support have a lot of miscellaneous tasks to handle.

……

In January, the wind in Han City was bitterly cold, chilling to the bone.

But the air conditioning in the operating room was still on cold air mode, which gave me goosebumps.

However, in order to ensure that the surgeon does not sweat too much during the operation, the anesthesiologist and circulating nurse each had to wear a vest for temporary warmth.

On the operating table, Le Yuan had already finished her spinal anesthesia, but her clear voice was still very bright: "Professor Fang, Professor Zeng, thank you for your hard work."

"Actually, you shouldn't blame my parents for being too troublesome. We simply don't understand medicine at all. After listening to the advice of other teachers, you became my lifeline."

"My parents were also considering my condition."

Zeng Duoqin replied: "It is a consensus in our industry that Director Fang is highly skilled. In fact, from my perspective, I also support you in finding Professor Fang."

"But Professor Fang is just one person after all, and there are only so many things he can do with his hands."

"That's why we ordinary people have leftovers to eat."

Fang Ziye glanced at Zeng Duoqin, but Zeng Duoqin made a shushing gesture, wanting to hear how Le Yuan would respond, not because he was really angry.

He's a veteran actor, after all.

Le Yuan immediately became anxious: "Professor Zeng, we didn't mean that. Your skills are definitely excellent."

“Zhongnan Hospital is a top-tier tertiary teaching hospital in the province. It just so happens that I heard Professor Fang’s skills are even better, and I even found a way to get in touch with him.”

"If it weren't for my teacher, it would be very difficult for me to get Professor Zeng to treat my illness."

"They might not even make the list."

"Professor Zeng, I am actually very scared, so I want to find a doctor whose skills I have heard of and who is the best."

"Please don't blame me, okay?"

“After all…after all…” Le Yuan’s voice sounded a little off.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye felt that Zeng Duoqin had gone a bit "too far".

Sir, this is a young woman around twenty years old who has just been diagnosed with osteosarcoma. Is it really appropriate for you to use psychological manipulation on her?

"After all what, after all?"

“You’re not missing any limbs. Tumor cells are essentially the excessive proliferation of normal cells. Once the source of proliferation is removed, it’s not a big deal.”

Is there anything special about you?

Zeng Duoqin leaned against the wall and said, "You can still look down on us ordinary professors. You are still an optimistic and positive young girl. You are still a college student. Your future still holds infinite possibilities."

Fang Ziye fell silent.

This was the first time he had truly participated in the entire process of treating a bone tumor patient. Fang Ziye knew that the treatment of bone tumor patients was not only about physical treatment, but also about psychological adjustment!

"Professor Zeng, I didn't think that way." Le Yuan's voice gradually became frightened.

"That's right. You're a college student of the new era. You have your own way of thinking, your own understanding, and your own unique channels of knowledge. You're much more advanced than us old folks."

"You even know what osteosarcoma is now."

"However, you are not a medical professional, so your understanding of the nature of tumors is not clear enough."

"Anyway, I've seen it all before, and I'm used to being criticized!"

“I’ve been disliked by patients for decades before, but at my age, to be ‘ignored’ by a young girl like you for so many decades is a blessing in disguise,” Zeng Duoqin continued with her unconventional PUA tactics.

"Professor Zeng, decades? Can I really do that?" Le Yuan extracted the key words, her voice trembling slightly.

"What's wrong with this?"

"It's just a localized lesion; just cut it off and it'll be fine."

"Online medical consultations can range from general pain to complete paralysis, hemiplegia, and even late-stage cancer..."

"In reality, the people who popularize these things can't even distinguish between TNM, so don't be scared by them."

“Your Professor Fang is still waiting for you to continue to ‘favor’ him,” Zeng Duoqin said.

"I didn't..." Le Yuan said shyly.

"Whether I have it or not, that's all that matters. I've lived this long life in vain."

"Sigh. There's nothing we can do. When you get old, you're bound to be disliked eventually."

“Professor Fang, let’s get started…” Zeng Duoqin said, getting up as he spoke.

"Okay." Fang Ziye said the first word after entering the operating room.

The procedure is not complicated; it involves microcirculation transection using a microcirculation device, and it is a relatively simple microcirculation reconstruction in the mid-shaft of the femur.

It's much simpler than the microcirculation construction of the spinal canal arteries and veins that Fang Ziye did before.

Excluding the time for disinfecting and laying the towel, Fangziye's overall operation time is about twelve minutes.

Therefore, only about twenty minutes passed between when Le Yuan was covered with a sterile anesthesia drape and when the drape was removed.

At 8:33, Yue Yuan regained her vision: "This?"

"Is this the end?"

"Oh? Is that all? After the microcirculation machine is on, you can go back to your ward. After a few rounds of chemotherapy, we'll see how effective the chemotherapy is before deciding on surgical removal."

Zeng Duoqin didn't know why he was particularly interested today: "Is it because Professor Fang's technique is so good that you feel the surgery time is too short?"

"Is it because our handsome anesthesiologist is so skilled that you could still feel the details of the surgery during the procedure?"

"No, no!" Le Yuan quickly waved her hand.

"Professor Zeng, I think it's better to have the surgery done quickly, because a quick surgery means the condition isn't too serious."

“Then you should go back,” Zeng Duoqin said.

Le Yuan glanced at Fang Ziye, who was currently discussing the operational details and basic principles of microcirculation transection with Dr. Xu Gongming and Dr. Li Hanyao, and didn't even glance in her direction.

Fang Ziye's aloofness made Le Yuan feel both fortunate and disappointed.

Fortunately, doctors who are usually aloof are generally very skilled, so they didn't treat her as a special patient; she was just a stranger they met by chance.

The disappointment stemmed from the feeling that Fang Ziye was too cold-hearted; it seemed she had relied entirely on him, yet he had never even given her a second glance…

Being completely ignored by a handsome guy was another source of disappointment for Le Yuan.

……

Outside the operating room.

Le Yuan's parents were also surprised. After seeing Le Yuan come out, her mother quickly asked, "Why did you come out so quickly?"

"They only went in forty minutes?"

Le Yuan's father immediately asked, "Was the surgery performed by Professor Fang?"

"My friend Professor Shen from the Provincial People's Hospital said that we must have Professor Fang perform the surgery."

"You absolutely must find him. Otherwise, you might as well go to the Provincial People's Hospital."

Le Yuan nodded: "Dad, it was Professor Fang who did it. He said the operation went smoothly and there was nothing special about it."

The attending physician who brought the patient out smiled and replied, "Don't worry, for Le Yuan's surgery, we only disinfected the area. Professor Fang personally performed the skin incision and suturing."

Upon hearing this, Le Yuan's father blushed slightly, but for the sake of his daughter's health, he still explained, "Thank you, thank you!"

"Please convey our gratitude to Professor Zeng and Professor Fang for us later."

Dai Zhusheng pursed his lips and did not answer, though he was extremely displeased inside, but dared not show it.

A professional master's student, who is not even a basic servant at Zhongnan Hospital, what temper can he have, and what temper would he dare to have?
……

In the operating room, Fang Ziye brought up the topic: "Actually, microcirculation transection surgery is really just this. There's no particularly complicated procedure. It's just about cutting off the circulation and then returning a portion of it to the main circulation."

"The other part completes local circulation through a micro-circulatory device."

"Chemotherapy drugs work and are metabolized in the local circulation, so they do not affect other organs. This allows for a higher dosage."

"This is a new treatment plan. Professor Zeng, you have the right to make your own decision. Under certain circumstances, as long as it does not exceed fifteen times the chemotherapy throughput, you can formulate your own plan."

“My recommendation is to start with 5.5 times the throughput,” Fang Ziye changed the subject.

The treatment of tumors with a microcirculation device does not involve a fundamental change in the drugs used, but rather a fundamental change in the method of administration.

Upon hearing this, Zeng Duoqin shook his head: "Fang Ziye, I think a chemotherapy regimen that starts with four times the throughput and gradually increases would be better."

Fang Ziye was stunned upon hearing this.

Dr. Xu Gongming smiled and said, "Professor Zeng, I knew Professor Fang wouldn't bother reading our published papers."

"Therefore, he would never understand our clinical chemotherapy regimen based on the step-up chemotherapy concentration."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye blushed.

He said honestly, "I'm sorry, Professor Zeng, I was ignorant."

Although Fang Ziye reads literature frequently, it doesn't mean that he has read every single SCI paper!
There are many sub-topics under different administration methods. For example, under the same administration method, are there better solutions for different chemotherapy regimens?

The answer is yes!

However, this answer does not encompass the scope of Fang Ziye's previous research.

A study should ideally have a pure objective. Subsequent fine-tuning of these details allows for further optimization of the chemotherapy regimen using the microcirculator, leading to even better chemotherapy outcomes…

That's another topic altogether.

Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes, then suddenly his eyes lit up and he said, "Actually, Professor Zeng, if you want to do follow-up research, you don't have to stick to conventional chemotherapy drugs."

“Some supplementary medications can also be added.”

Zeng Duoqin, who was enjoying the recognition that Chairman Xu Gongming had given her, suddenly trembled and abruptly turned her head to an extreme angle.

After that jerk, he was certain that his mastoid muscle was injured, but Zeng Duoqin couldn't care less about that. His breathing became rapid, and his eyes turned as red as a rabbit's: "Ziye, do you mean to ask me to take on some special patients?"

"Is it best if the patient also has other underlying medical conditions?"

Zeng Duoqin's achievement in becoming a professor of bone tumors at Zhongnan Hospital, having emerged from the most competitive subspecialty of orthopedics, demonstrates a level of research expertise that Deng Yong could not match.

Just a little bit.

"Professor Zeng's suggestion is quite good," Fang Ziye said with a smile.

"With sufficient foundation, some of our hospital's basic research can be systematically applied in clinical practice."

At this moment, Fang Ziye has completed the closed loop of his scientific research journey.

This marks a small step forward in bringing the results of my mentor's years of basic research from basic research to clinical application.

As a trauma surgeon, it is highly unlikely that Yuan Weihong will be able to directly engage in clinical research in the field of bone tumors, unless he has a special opportunity, such as Fang Ziye, who has made groundbreaking research progress.

Zeng Duoqin laughed at his own stupidity and looked at Fang Ziye: "You really are a genius who skirts the edge."

"With your logic, even if you didn't become a doctor and instead went into social media and took a borderline approach, I doubt many people could beat you in that field."

Fang Ziye is truly "insidious"!
According to conventional scientific research thinking, current bone tumor specialties are not capable of directly incorporating metformin, a diabetes treatment drug, into bone tumor chemotherapy regimens.

However, if a patient also has diabetes and a bone tumor, metformin is the medication used to treat diabetes.

No one can say you're using it incorrectly...

However, if metformin, in addition to controlling blood sugar, can make chemotherapy more effective than in patients who do not use metformin—

This objective comparison is then readily apparent.

The microcirculation chemotherapy regimen does not modify the basic chemotherapy regimen in any way; it only changes the method and concentration of medication.

However, this line of thinking is purely skirting the edge, "taking a risk" by directly incorporating the idea of ​​"deception".

Logically, surgeons generally try to select patients without underlying medical conditions to avoid complications during surgery, such as wound non-healing.

Fang Ziye decided to do the opposite. Firstly, it would solve the problem of the source of the disease, since most other professors wouldn't accept it.

Secondly...

"Teacher Zeng, I'll take that as a compliment."

"Also, when I was operating it just now, I thought about it carefully, and the microcirculation transection and microcirculation reconstruction technique that we are currently operating is actually not perfect enough."

"If you and Professor Wang Zongkai are interested, we can move this forward a bit, and we can find some time to talk about it together."

"I haven't come up with a specific plan yet, but I have a feeling that there must be something we've overlooked."

“Microcirculation repair surgery shouldn’t be handled so complicatedly,” Fang Ziye said.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Fang Ziye whetted everyone's appetite.

What is human sentiment? What is gift-giving?

To cater to their preferences.

Fang Ziye's current approach of catering to others' preferences is the highest level of catering to their preferences.

Xu Gongming and Li Hanyao both hoped that after coming to the new campus with Fang Ziye, they might be able to find some 'small research projects' to develop their scientific research skills.

However, no one expected time to pass so quickly. The new hospital area had only been stable for a week, and Fang Ziye had already started spreading rice everywhere.

There's a saying that may sound harsh, but it's the truth.

As long as you have rice in your hand, you'll have chickens behind you.

If you have research projects and SCI publications, you'll attract not only students, but also countless academic admirers and sycophants.

Few of those who come to pursue graduate studies do not have a research dream.

Many people find this path impassable, so they have no choice but to settle for other routes.

That doesn't mean they don't understand the allure of this path.

To be honest, apart from a very small number of people who go to university with the intention of finding a job, quite a few people dream of becoming professors or researchers.

At least they all thought about it.

Most people who stay in top-tier teaching hospitals and are unwilling to work in private hospitals are those who have certain expectations for academic and professional achievements.

They still have dreams.

The older you get, the more you realize how far dreams are from reality.

Xu Gongming rubbed his hands together, looked intently at Fang Ziye, and said with a slightly flushed face, "Um, Ziye, actually, I'm pretty good at cooking, how about it?"

"When would you be so kind as to come to my house for a get-together, Director Fang?"

"I brought alcohol!!"

“I can bring my own alcohol; my family sells alcohol.” Li Hanyao was very enthusiastic about bringing his own.

Zeng Duoqin cleared his throat: "You two stop arguing. Let's book this weekend at my house. The renovations are all done, and I even built a wine cellar..."

"Ziye, what kind of wine do you like to drink?"

Xu Gongming: "..."

Li Hanyao: "..."

When it comes to financial resources, they can only lose to a seasoned professor or chief physician.

……

At 9:20, Fang Ziye looked at the ward round report sent by Hu Qingyuan and got a general impression of the preoperative conditions and postoperative outcomes of the patients in his group.

Li Nuo sent over the surgery schedule for Friday.

"Ziye, let's only schedule two surgeries tomorrow. You've been working non-stop for days, you should take a break!"

"I proactively discussed the surgery arrangements for bed 11 with them for next Monday, and the patient and their family agreed."

“Okay, thank you, Mr. Nuo!” Fang Ziye replied.

Fang Ziye got into the car, sent the message, and started the car immediately, preparing to head to the hospital campus.

Li Nuo was still in the ward when he took a few photos and said, "Ziye, there are still too many beds in the new hospital area."

“I took a look, and Wang Zongkai and Zeng Duoqin are each managing five or six beds, which is still a bit too many.”

"After all, most of them are still students, and they have the pressure of scientific research and clinical studies."

Fang Ziye drove onto the road and made a voice call to Li Nuo: "Brother Nuo, do you have any good ideas?"

“We still have too many beds in our new hospital. It would be just right if we divided them into four groups.”

"How about you lead another group by yourself, Mr. Norman?"

Fang Ziye's voice was very formal.

Upon hearing this, Li Nuo's scalp tingled: "Fang Ziye, you're not kidding me, are you? You want me to lead a team now? Are you trying to kill me?"

"Let me think about it. How about we temporarily hire a few medical assistants this month?"

"Fang Ziye, if you mention it to the medical affairs department, they should agree!"

Fang Ziye nodded: "That's one way, but our department is currently heavily in debt, and we're not even sure if we can pay next month's salaries."

"I'm worried we won't have enough funds to pull these crazy stunts right now!"

"The ward is newly established and the department is responsible for its own profits and losses. Anything that the department takes from the logistics department must be paid for in advance before it can become inventory."

Li Nuo asked, "Then you need a group of interns to come over?"

"There are quite a few interns at our hospital."

Fang Ziye: "That's good. The interns are rotated every two weeks. In addition to students from our school, many outstanding students from vocational colleges and prefecture-level cities come to our hospital for internships."

"Hmm... I'll ask Professor Tang later and ask him for a favor."

Fang Ziye immediately hung up the phone.

After calling Tang Yi again, Tang Yi's tone became exceptionally serious: "Professor Fang!"

"Teacher Tang, please call me Ziye. It's like this..." Fang Ziye relayed his meaning.

Upon hearing this, Tang Yi immediately said, "I'm sorry, Professor Fang, it was my oversight. I didn't assign the attending physician properly."

“It’s too late to redistribute them now. I’ll try my best to send all our orthopedic interns to your new campus next week.”

"Our hospital's internship system has been a bit bloated lately."

Fang Ziye was taken aback when he heard this: "What do you mean by 'bloated'?"

"You've taken too much money..." Tang Yi didn't hide it from Fang Ziye, bluntly tearing down the pretense.

"Oh, I see. Then we can't do anything about it."

"Thank you for your hard work, Professor Tang," Fang Ziye said.

"It's no trouble at all, Professor Fang, it's all my duty," Tang Yi said politely.

He wasn't familiar with Fang Ziye, but Fang Ziye's growth rate was too fast. He not only overshadowed him, but even Professor Du Xinzhan's current popularity couldn't compare to Fang Ziye's.

The conversation should have ended there, but Tang Yi did not hang up.

After swallowing a few times, he said in a low voice, "Professor Fang, may I ask you a favor?"

"As you know, I've been an associate professor for many years."

"I'm still a bit short of being promoted to full professor. Professor Fang, could you give me some pointers?"

Fang Ziye's eyes flickered slightly after hearing this.

Then he asked in a low voice, "Professor Tang, I heard that Professor Du Xinzhan focuses on clinical practice and usually conducts clinical research. Is that true?"

Tang Yi's current professional level is definitely not a problem. What he lacks for promotion to full professor is research publications.

Clinical research isn't exactly high-value.

When Professor Du Xinzhan first became famous, he was very capable, but as people like Yuan Weihong who were engaged in basic scientific research grew up, the competitive atmosphere was brought to the associate professor field.

At this point, people like Tang Yi, who are not good at scientific research, can only become casualties of the involutionary atmosphere.

“Yes!” Tang Yi didn’t hide anything; Fang Ziye was now qualified to talk about the facts as a topic of conversation.

Fang Ziye said, "Professor Tang Yi, actually, clinical research in your joint surgery field is quite easy, much easier than in our trauma surgery field."

"For the past forty years, joint fusion was the hot topic, twenty years ago it was joint replacement, and now joint-preserving techniques are developing rapidly, aren't they?"

"To be honest, if I weren't a joint surgeon, I would have rushed in long ago."

"This direction is excellent."

Tang Yi was a little confused when he heard this: "Huh? Okay?"

"Yes, preserving the hip and knee joints naturally goes against the current direction of surgical indications and joint surgery guidelines, making it a super popular choice."

"The popular sectors are directly following the guidelines; the opportunities are too open."

"Moreover, joint function reconstruction has always been a major challenge for our orthopedics department. When we are doing functional reconstruction, we are focusing on joint function reconstruction."

"But it's definitely not as professional as you guys, Professor Tang."

"Of course, joint surgery is a prestigious specialty within orthopedics, so we can't just casually ask Professor Tang for guidance..."

Tang Yi swallowed twice more and interrupted, "Director Fang, is your new hospital still short-staffed? Could you squeeze in another person?"

Tang Yi did not hesitate at all.

Fang Ziye instinctively slammed on the brakes, a little startled: "Teacher Tang Yi, please don't mess with me, I want to live a few more years."

"I'm afraid Professor Du will dislocate my joints tonight."

Du Xinzhan had just stepped down as the head of the Department of Orthopedics when he poached his most capable assistant to the new hospital.

If I do this, Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong might tear me apart.

"Professor Fang, it was Professor Du who told me to do this."

"Let's not bring up any more aristocratic stuff... It's just outsiders' jokes, why should we, as family, bother with such things?"

“We’re all one family.” Tang Yi’s tone was exceptionally amiable.

But Fang Ziye swore that five years ago, at a handover meeting in the Department of Joint Surgery, Professor Du Xinzhan himself had said something similar!
Fang Ziye remembered hearing a classmate who happened to be rotating through the joint surgery department complaining in a group chat.

"Yes, if you really have this idea, then I would certainly welcome it very much."

"However, Professor Tang, you need to explain this to Professor Du yourself; there can't be any misunderstandings!"

“After all, it was you who made this suggestion,” Fang Ziye said.

Tang Yi nodded: "Of course, Professor Fang, you can rest assured about that."

"If you're worried, I'll have Teacher Du call you later."

At this point in time, in a high-end residential area in Han City, Tang Yi sat at his desk, closed his glasses, and smiled bitterly.

Tang knew that his expression must be rather unpleasant.

Fortunately, he didn't need to see his own face; he just needed to get over his previous psychological burden... (End of Chapter)