top student at medical school

Tang Yi believes that the nature of the doctor's job is not good because of the irregular working hours. Similarly, he also believes that the doctor's job is not bad because of the irregular working hours.

Tang Yi, an associate professor who is slated for promotion to full professor, has already completed his preparations in grassroots work, teaching, and technical skills, and is now just waiting to compete for the professional title.

What's lacking is scientific research output.

In hospitals like Zhongnan Hospital, even the evaluation process for promotion from associate chief physician to chief physician requires written articles as a guarantee, which is an environment that he cannot change on his own.

The number of full professorship positions in each department is extremely limited!
The difficulty for each department to obtain an additional full professorship is even greater.

Today, Tang Yi took a break on a non-surgical day.

Tang Yi did not choose to go out and throw knives; instead, he stayed at home to rest. His original plan was to recuperate his graduate students and then organize an experimental progress report in the afternoon.

After finishing his ward rounds in the morning, Tang Yi had some free time and stayed home to calm down.

But during this free time, Fang Ziye called, and Tang Yi even took a step forward very proactively.

Tang Yi raised the glass of black coffee and gulped it down, the bitter taste stimulating every taste bud.

Tang Yi still chose to drink it down in one gulp, his gaze gradually hardening: "Before, besides Yuan Weihong, the person closest to Fang Ziye was actually me!"

"But the only method I considered was abduction."

"In terms of vision and courage, I am already far inferior to Liu Huanglong."

"If nothing unexpected happens, Professor Du's position definitely won't be passed on to me. Even though he has high hopes for me."

Tang Yi is very grateful for Du Xinzhan's guidance and has been working hard ever since.

However, progress requires not only hard work but also opportunity, and to some extent, opportunity is even more important.

Looking at the orthopedic surgeons around forty years old, Tang Yi felt that Liu Huanglong was the one who put the most pressure on him.

Professor Zeng Duoqin of the Department of Orthopedics was equally capable, but he was "born at the wrong time" and encountered unexpected events such as Deng Yong and Gong Jiahe.

Their appearance meant that Zeng Duoqin could only be a casualty at this age, with no chance of becoming the head of orthopedics...

This is the way things are.

After hanging up the phone and swallowing his coffee, Tang Yi calmed down for almost fifteen minutes before dialing Professor Du Xinzhan's number.

After giving a brief report, Tang Yi listened calmly to Du Xinzhan's response.

"Did Fang Ziye really say that?" Du Xinzhan and Tang Yi were in the same group, and their surgery days were the same. However, unlike Tang Yi, Professor Du Xinzhan had already gone to Xiantao City to perform surgery.

This happens to be during a break in the surgical procedure.

“Teacher Du, that’s what Fang Ziye said on the phone, but I didn’t confirm it in person.”

"But according to the schedule, Fang Ziye will come back to this hospital today. I plan to talk to him in person after his surgery."

“But, Professor Du, I did not discuss this decision with you beforehand.” Tang Yi’s tone was calm, and his expression was stern.

Du Xinzhan remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Fang Ziye is a pioneer, not a particularly perfect garrison commander."

"During his growth period, he will inevitably need someone to support him, and during his growth period, he will inevitably encounter many opportunities."

"The essence of putting people first lies here."

"Tang Yi, you're already this old, and you've analyzed the pros and cons of many things clearly. Now that you've made a decision, don't hesitate too much or worry about gains and losses."

“There’s nothing wrong with following the trend,” Du Xinzhan replied.

"Teacher Du, I may have to leave the ward for a while," Tang Yi wanted to make it clear.

Du Xinzhan was not Tang Yi's master; there was no master-disciple relationship between them. However, Professor Du Xinzhan was Tang Yi's benefactor.

He has been promoted all the way to his current position. If the hospital's operating rules were still the same as they were twenty years ago, focusing solely on technology, Tang Yi would already be a chief physician.

But times have changed.

"Without going out, you can only say you've grown, but you're far from being truly mature."

"For this reason, you should also pay close attention to one thing."

“Fang Ziye has traveled around a lot, so my understanding of him may still be relatively fixed.”

The labels I give you may not be accurate.

"You write your own application, I'll just sign and approve it." Du Xinzhan didn't necessarily intend to keep Tang Yi by his side.

"Thank you, Teacher Du," Tang Yi replied with a smile.

Du Xinzhan is not a domineering person. He doesn't try to control or manipulate everyone. Du Xinzhan is also a very intelligent person.

It's just that times have changed.

……

After parking his car at the School of Basic Medical Sciences, Fang Ziye walked directly into the operating room.

Fang Ziye has been back from the Enshi Sanatorium for more than four months, and he even attended the hospital's weekly meeting as an associate professor. In addition, the orthopedics department is currently developing rapidly, with various major projects and programs pouring in.

Fang Ziye became known to many people, so as he walked toward the operating room, many people greeted him.

Even the doorman at the operating room in this hospital didn't forget Professor Fang, greeting him politely: "Professor Fang, is your cabinet still the same one? Your director has been keeping it for you."

"Thank you, Uncle Liu," Fang Ziye replied politely.

After receiving the scrubs, Fang Ziye went into the changing room.

Standing in front of wardrobe number 091, Fang Ziye felt a little emotional—

Both online and in real life, many people have mentioned that Fang Ziye's generation didn't live in the best of times.

The changing room in the operating room is divided into fixed lockers and shared lockers.

Generally speaking, fixed wardrobes are reserved for professors and department heads; only a very small number of associate professors and associate chief physicians may have fixed wardrobes.

The reason for this "routine" is mainly based on the "macro environment"!
Once upon a time, because professors' cabinets were fixed, many medical device dealers and pharmaceutical sales representatives knew these cabinets inside and out, and would often stuff them with various cigarettes, tea, and alcohol.

This atmosphere only gradually faded away more than a decade ago.

However, the custom of fixed wardrobes has been preserved, and nowadays, people dare not casually allow equipment dealers and pharmaceutical representatives to visit the lockers in the changing room.

After all, with today's advanced mobile phone functions and the explosion of self-media, no one dares to joke about their future.

Even if something was found inside, it would be handed over immediately, and this atmosphere naturally faded...

These jumbled thoughts flashed through Fang Ziye's mind, only to be shaken off by a shake of his head.

There is no such thing as the best era; in fact, every era is the best era.

For Fang Ziye, this is the best era.

With government funding, individuals can obtain patents, and teams can obtain patents and profit through transfer.

The National Natural Science Foundation of China supports collaboration between universities and enterprises to transform patents into actual products, allowing them to flow between the two entities.

It was thanks to this that Fang Ziye was able to embark on the path to initial financial freedom.

Thinking of this, Fang Ziye quickly opened his WeChat page again.

Twenty-four years have passed, and the finance department of Chen Guangbai's company, who had previously liaised with Fang Ziye, still sent over the dividend report the day before yesterday.

Although it was the fourth quarter dividend, the amount was still over 150 million!

Although Fang Ziye intends to redistribute this money internally after paying taxes, for example, giving a portion to Liu Huanglong, Deng Yong, Lan Tianluo, and others.

Fang Ziye will receive at least 500,000 yuan.

Five hundred thousand in three months.

If it's purely about being a doctor, to achieve this much performance in clinical practice within three months, there's no doubt the disciplinary committee could just step in.

Private hospitals and cosmetic surgery clinics are excluded.

Fang Ziye put down his phone and continued to change into his scrubs, mask, and hat.

Doing scientific research, winning awards, obtaining patents, and receiving transfer fees are Fang Ziye's greatest source of confidence to comfortably work as a doctor in the clinic.

Ten minutes later, when Fang Ziye slowly arrived at the operating room, Yuan Weihong and the others were already busy.

"Ziye, you're here so early? I thought you wouldn't arrive until eleven."

"We haven't even finished our first surgery yet, and your surgery has been scheduled for later."

"Why don't you take a nap first..." Yuan Weihong said with a smile.

But to his surprise, seven or eight minutes after he said that, Fang Ziye, who was sitting against the wall, started snoring.

Yuan Weihong was taken aback. He had only told Fang Ziye to rest as a polite gesture. Upon hearing the voice, Yuan Weihong straightened up and glanced at Fang Ziye.

The sensible circulating nurse had already given Fang Ziye an isolation gown to put on him and was now tiptoeing away.

Yuan Weihong said in a low voice, "Jie Han, call Lan Tianluo and ask what the kid has been up to lately."

Without making a phone call, Jie Han approached the operating table and replied, "Master, my senior brother performed four surgeries yesterday, and then took on an emergency case, working until after 3 a.m.

"I was out of the operating room again at eight o'clock this morning."

"I heard from Lan Tianluo that the surgeries are all quite serious."

Jiehan and Lantianluo still share a lot of things in private, and Jiehan also takes the initiative to ask Lantianluo what to pay attention to during his hospital stay.

He is already a doctoral student. Although his professional skills are not as good as Lan Tianluo's, he is preparing to become the chief resident.

Yuan Weihong felt sorry for him: "Surgery is both mentally and physically exhausting."

"But if he's been driven to this state, the surgery must be quite serious."

"When he was the chief resident two years ago, he worked for 40 or 50 hours straight, but he wasn't this tired."

Li Yuanpei suddenly stood up from his seat and said, "Brother Wei, the family member of bed 13 sent me another message."

Yuan Weihong tilted his head, his eyes slightly drooping: "What message did he send you this time?"

"Did someone ask him to find Fang Ziye?"

Li Yuanpei nodded: "Yes, this time it's said to be a big shot from Hebei Province. He sent me screenshots, hoping we can give him some face."

Yuan Weihong was speechless: "No way, how can this person be so good at climbing the ladder?"

"Just two days ago, I said I'd behave myself and hoped Fang Ziye would give me face and not lose his temper!"

"He was pushed to the limit."

"It's only been a few days, and he's already doing this again. Is he sure he can control us?"

Li Yuanpei, of course, couldn't understand the other people's bizarre thinking: "I don't know either, Brother Wei, I ignored him."

As Li Yuanpei was speaking, the phone rang.

Li Yuanpei walked out of the operating room with a helpless expression, glanced at Fang Ziye on the way, and answered the phone: "Hello!"

"Hey Dr. Li, did you see the message I sent you?"

"Professor Fang isn't actually as cold-hearted as you all say."

"Please do me a favor. The person who sent me this message is a very good older brother of mine, and I really can't refuse."

Li Yuanpei refused, saying, "Brother, I'm just a PhD. I don't have the authority to admit patients. You should ask Director Yuan or Professor Gong."

"Dr. Li, could you please send me Director Yuan and Professor Gong's WeChat contacts?" the middle-aged man said on the other end of the phone.

"You can add him yourself. I wouldn't dare to casually push my superior's WeChat."

"Or could you send me the WeChat contact of the provincial standing committee member?" Li Yuanpei could also be sarcastic.

After calming down for a moment, the middle-aged man finally snapped, "Dr. Li, I'm speaking to you politely, please don't be so difficult!"

Li Yuanpei said, "Our hospital only has private WeChat accounts. I can't give them to you. You'll have to add them yourself if you want."

The middle-aged man said, "Dr. Li, your family is just like this. It's not easy to run a small company."

"You should also be more considerate of your parents! This will benefit both of us."

"Whether Professor Fang is willing to perform the surgery is none of your concern."

"All I'm asking you to do now is to give me Professor Fang and the others' WeChat contacts."

Li Yuanpei was stunned when he heard this. He did not expect that the other party would go behind his back and say such things so blatantly.

Li Yuanpei chuckled, "No, brother, do you know that there's a device called a recorder these days?"

"Brother, do you know that recording devices can be used not only to collect evidence, but also in teaching scenarios, so I always keep them on?"

"Let me tell you, if even the slightest problem occurs to my parents, we'll fight to the death, unless you're absolutely certain you can control everyone!"

Li Yuanpei felt like he'd been screwed over.

His anxiety a few days before middle age shows that his status is actually just so-so; he just takes himself too seriously.

Or perhaps, he was facing a rather special opportunity, so he had no choice but to seize it.

"Dr. Li, you're still too young. Are you sure you, a PhD student, can go toe-to-toe with me?"

"Don't oversimplify things, okay?"

"recording?"

"I'll just assume you did, but you're still too naive. You could have had a great opportunity."

"But it's gone now, I hope you won't regret it." The middle-aged man hung up the phone.

Li Yuanpei simply thought the other party had lost their mind and didn't take it seriously at all.

Having worked in clinical settings for a long time, I've witnessed situations where patients' families have threatened me to my face, telling me to be careful when walking alone at night.

Why would I be afraid of this?
Li Yuanpei is, after all, an orthopedic surgeon.

……

When Fang Ziye slowly woke up, it was already 11:20. Li Yuanpei had been keeping an eye on the time, wanting to wake Fang Ziye up and bring him on stage at 11:25 as ordered.

"Ziye, you're awake?" Li Yuanpei smiled.

Fang Ziye looked back at the timer panel, slightly embarrassed: "Master, I'm sorry, I fell asleep."

"How was your rest?"

“But even if it’s not great, you still have to come up on stage,” Yuan Weihong said.

"I'll go to the restroom to wash my face first." Fang Ziye stood up and walked towards the operating room.

The sink outside the operating room is just a sink; it is unethical and a very basic violation of aseptic principles to wash your face there!
The two surgeries scheduled to be performed at our hospital today are both routine surgeries. In fact, Yuan Weihong could also perform them, but the patients' families strongly insisted that Fang Ziye be the lead surgeon for better postoperative recovery, so Fang Ziye came to perform the surgeries.

The two surgeries were completed by 4:47 PM.

After completing the core of the surgery, Fang Ziye was a little hungry and sleepy, so he said, "Master, can I go down from the platform and get some food first?"

"I'll go with you to the post-operative ward rounds later."

Post-operative rounds are a habit Fang Ziye has always maintained. No matter where he is, he always returns to the ward after surgery to check on the patient's condition. "Go on, take a nap after you finish eating. We'll do rounds at six o'clock sharp, I'll call you then," Yuan Weihong said.

Although Fang Ziye has only worked for a little over thirty hours since yesterday morning, and even took a few naps in between, the time is not long.

However, each person's workload is not simply calculated based on time.

If working hours equal value, then few people can create more value than farmers.

Fang Ziye immediately stepped down from the stage to eat.

Li Yuanpei had already decided to pursue an administrative management career, so he didn't get involved in anything else and went to the dining room with Fang Ziye.

……

The food in the operating room was unremarkable, not particularly bad, but there was plenty of rice and meat.

It costs 30 yuan per serving, and usually the individual and the department each pay 50%.

After eating and drinking their fill, Li Yuanpei and Fang Ziye headed to the orthopedic building together.

Li Yuanpei said, "Ziye, your skills are getting better and better."

"So many patients came specifically for you. After you left, the Gong family and the professor were joking that even if you went to a private hospital, Fang Ziye, you would be a walking patient pool and there would be no shortage of patients in the private hospital."

"Moreover, most of the patients who come to you for treatment are high-quality patients."

"There are too many people who have the financial means and need your help."

The medical profession is very difficult to succeed in because there are too many experts, making it hard to stand out.

But being a doctor is a very easy profession. If you can become one of the top doctors in the country or even the world, you will never have to worry about not being able to sell your "products".

Even if you only perform a minor suture, the number of patients in China alone is enough to support you for a lifetime.

Fang Ziye has definitely made it big by now.

The functional reconstruction technique was invented by Fang Ziye, and the quality of the surgeries performed by Fang Ziye is the best in both longitudinal and horizontal comparisons.

At the level of patients with 'functional disorders', Fang Ziye is a 'one-of-a-kind' great doctor!
"It feels pretty good." Fang Ziye nodded with a smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

This is what he used to dream of being a doctor.

He can do what others cannot, and he can perform a surgery to the extreme, so that no one else can compare to him. He is the man who stands at the very top of the mountain.

However, back then, my knowledge and experience were limited, so my dreams weren't bold enough.

Moreover, everyone dreams every day.

Fang Ziye's dream now goes beyond simply becoming a top doctor specializing in a particular disease.

The patients we see are not just a small group with "functional impairment".

If Fang Ziye didn't have a panel, he would just lie down.

But there's nothing he can do. Fang Ziye has the ability, and he's still young. If he just lies down and 'falls into depravity,' he feels he's really letting down the abilities he possesses.

"More than just right?"

"Your master and my master are so jealous they're unrecognizable."

"Even top experts like Professor Gong Jiahe are filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred towards you. You've become the kind of person most medical students aspire to be."

"If you have good skills, it's really easy to get by."

"The prerequisite is that the technology must be exceptionally good."

"So far, you're the one I've seen who's made the most of their career solely through surgical skills," Li Yuanpei said with a hint of envy.

However, Fang Ziye's level of attainment was too far beyond his reach, so he couldn't envy it.

"I was just lucky." Fang Ziye didn't deny it, but he wasn't arrogant either.

"Strength has nothing to do with luck, right?" Li Yuanpei reached his right hand behind his head.

Fang Ziye emphasized: "Absolute strength has nothing to do with luck, but absolute strength cannot be achieved overnight."

"During this accumulation period, it all comes down to personal luck."

"I have met many benefactors along the way. Even though they may seem worthless to many people, they are still my benefactors."

Fang Ziye had quite a few benefactors in his heart.

Yuan Weihong is one, Deng Yong is one, Li Guohua (his mentor) is one, and Shen Tao (his mentor at the Provincial People's Hospital) is another.

Then there's Dean Chen Song.

As for Lan Tianluo, Jie Han, and others, they were all companions on Fang Ziye's journey. They were not considered important figures, and Fang Ziye would not support them.

Li Yuanpei fell silent, reflecting on Fang Ziye's journey so far.

It wasn't all smooth sailing; besides having talent, the power of involution was constantly at play.

Although Fang Ziye's efforts were not as great as some others, he never slacked off.

This is the established pattern: every effort will be rewarded, whether more or less.

If you don't work hard, the rewards will definitely be less than those you get from working hard, regardless of the circumstances.

Li Yuanpei said, "Fang Ziye, it is an honor to be the same age as you, to have witnessed your wonderful journey step by step, and to be able to see your wonderful future."

"Even if it's not me who leaves, if you can live the life I want, that would be a kind of freedom for me..." Li Yuanpei's tone was a mix of nonchalance, melancholy, and longing.

Fang Ziye glanced at Li Yuanpei: "Yuanpei, you also helped."

"This is something no one can deny."

……

At the entrance to the doctor's office, Fang Ziye and Li Yuanpei were about to go inside to take a look at the patient's postoperative instructions.

Fang Ziye was stopped by someone.

The visitor looked distressed and flustered, his face pale: "Professor Fang."

Fang Ziye looked at the newcomer, his brows furrowed: "Brother, your father's surgery is already complete. I performed it myself. Do you have any objections?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, I'll be out of the operating room soon."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately broke down in tears: "Professor Fang, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have acted recklessly!"

After saying something completely out of the blue, he started lightly slapping himself in the face.

To Li Yuanpei, this action seemed to have a profound meaning.

But in Fang Ziye's eyes, it was pure idiocy; Fang Ziye had no idea what the other person was performing.

Fang Ziye stopped him from raising his hand again, saying, "No, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"What have I done to offend you? Why are you trying to trip me up?"

"Will they release a video later with the title: Shocking! A doctor actually forced a patient's family member to slap him?"

Fang Ziye began looking around to see if anyone was taking pictures, and also to see if there were any cameras on him.

I've encountered this kind of thing before. Although it's been dealt with, it still has a certain impact on doctors.

"Professor Fang, no, I really came to apologize to you. I'm sorry, I was wrong."

“I really know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have called to investigate you, and I especially shouldn’t have called Director Qu of the Provincial Health Commission to say I wanted to get rid of you.”

"Professor Fang, I'm in big trouble because of this!"

"Could you please be so kind as to open your mouth and explain this to Director Qu?"

"It really was just a misunderstanding!!!" The middle-aged man clasped his hands together, his eyes pleading.

Fang Ziye's face turned cold, his eyes darting around: "You called the Provincial Health Commission to try and get me?"

"Do you want me to call and explain for you now?"

"No, when did this happen? Why are you targeting me? Why are you investigating me behind my back? You even used some of your connections."

"What have I done to offend you, my brother?"

Fang Ziye really couldn't figure out where he had offended the other party.

He went from the main campus to the new campus and asked to have the surgery done. He agreed and returned immediately on Thursday, and arranged for his father's surgery right away.

It's all done now.

Even the day before yesterday, when he and another older woman came to see him and asked him to subtly change his approach, Fang Ziye agreed.

From Fang Ziye's perspective, he has already taken the concept of concession to a certain level.

"Professor Fang, it's my fault. I was blinded by greed."

"I was wrong. I really know I was wrong."

"Professor Fang, could you please call Director Qu? You two are so close, why don't you give him a call?" The middle-aged man earnestly apologized.

Fang Ziye said, "I'm sorry, I don't know Director Qu that you're talking about."

"Besides, you're not wrong, you're just scared."

"You can leave now!"

“If you continue to cause trouble, I will report you to the security office.” Fang Ziye is not a saint.

There's no reason in the world for you to betray me and cause me trouble, and then expect me to clean up your mess.

Fang Ziye went inside.

"Professor Fang...Professor Fang..." The middle-aged man was anxious. If Fang Ziye didn't speak up, the trouble he had gotten into today would be very serious.

To be precise, he hadn't expected Fang Ziye to have such a strong background.

Then he kicked it.

Li Yuanpei stopped him: "The office is for work. There are other family members here. If you have any questions, talk to your attending physician and superior privately, okay?"

"Your attending physician is Liu Haihua, and your direct superiors are Qin Geluo and Director Yuan Weihong."

"I'm looking for Professor Fang... Please move aside..." The middle-aged man still tried to squeeze in.

How could Li Yuanpei let him have his way? Moreover, the doctor on duty moved from the office to the door and, at Li Yuanpei's instruction, made a call to the security office.

"Professor Fang, Professor Fang, you can't just stand by and watch me die! Professor Fang, I really know I was wrong, Professor Fang, I beg you, please make a phone call..."

"Otherwise I'll ruin it..." The middle-aged man lay sprawled out at the door.

"Get out of the way!"

"Get out of your way."

When someone is about to sink into a quagmire, their grasping at straws can be incredibly frantic.

This frenzy continued until the security officials arrived.

The security personnel didn't argue with him and simply stopped him.

"If you have any disputes with the doctor, call the police."

"If you feel there is something wrong with the doctor's treatment process, you can take legal action."

He Qianyong from the Security Office was tall and strong, and his presence in uniform made him even more intimidating.

"Professor Fang!" The middle-aged man's eyes widened again, and he roared once more, as if he had fallen into a hysterical frenzy!

Fang Ziye didn't even turn his head.

The person was taken away, and Li Yuanpei went over to continue explaining.

……

Upon witnessing this scene, a middle-aged woman in the ward patted her chest in lingering fear.

Fortunately, she didn't get carried away and think she was so great. She had already taken a step forward and didn't continue to be greedy.

Otherwise, this person's fate will likely be the same as hers.

She didn't know this person or where he worked, but she could tell that he had a high social status and a wide network of connections.

But it seems that his own network of connections became the coffin lid that bound him.

His network of connections was wide, but not strong enough. Once he offended someone he shouldn't have, they couldn't protect him anymore.

……

A full half hour passed before Li Yuanpei returned to the department.

Fang Ziye had left the office and was resting in the doctors' lounge, but he couldn't fall asleep.

Firstly, it was a short time, and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to get up if he fell asleep. Secondly, Fang Ziye was also not at ease sleeping because Li Yuanpei's family members had been taken away.

"What's going on?" Fang Ziye asked.

"The person behind him didn't say anything more, and didn't make any further accusations. He doesn't have any special demands at the moment."

“But what’s interesting is that people from their workplace came,” Li Yuanpei said.

Li Yuanpei's gaze toward Fang Ziye became quite subtle.

Although the middle-aged man did not explicitly state what he had done, Li Yuanpei could still glean some insights.

This middle-aged man had only told Director Qu that he wanted to work on Fang Ziye, but ended up being dealt with by Director Qu instead.

The rumor that Fang Ziye had a strained relationship with the Provincial Health Commission is the biggest lie.

Could a director of the Health Commission be so capable because he has a strained relationship with Fang Ziye?

"Let them come if they want, it's not like we called them anyway."

"His father's rehabilitation still needs to be done properly."

"Don't let the family be implicated. His father is a patient in our ward, so it's a doctor-patient relationship. Let's not get it wrong."

"On the contrary, we should do it even better."

"To avoid any further disputes," Fang Ziye instructed.

Li Yuanpei said, "I know that, Ziye. What are your plans for this weekend? If you're free..."

"Come for surgery on Saturday, but I have to work overtime and have a meeting on Sunday!" Fang Ziye refused outright.

"A meeting? What kind of meeting? An academic conference?" Li Yuanpei asked, slightly puzzled.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "No, it was a provincial meeting. I was just a nobody attending, someone who was always sitting on the sidelines."

"Boss, farewell!" Li Yuanpei immediately retreated. (End of Chapter)