top student at medical school

The operating rooms are mostly similarly furnished, with square partitions that are smooth but not slippery.

In the corner of the operating room, two people who looked quite old sat facing each other, their backs straight and their demeanor distinguished.

The visiting staff and junior master's students who noticed them entering didn't dare to utter a sound or ask any questions, fearing that some senior professor from a department had come to take a break.

"Little... Guoqing, this Xiao Fang is so steady during typhoons, much more steady than you were back then."

"His surgical approach was clear, and his incisions were precise and skillful, as if any more would have made him too fat, and any less would have made him too thin," Qiu Zhenghua said in a low voice, looking at Huang Guoqing who was accompanying him.

The young Huang and Xiao Guoqing from back then have not only grown up, but have also been retired for many years and are now over seventy years old.

“Teacher Qiu, my age back then is incomparable to Fang Ziye’s age now, the difference is too great.”

"Professor Fang Ziye?" Huang Guoqing also sighed with a forced smile and shook his head gently.

"To witness the magnificent rise of the next generation is to have lived a worthwhile life."

"It's precisely at times like these that I miss the older generation the most..."

Qiu Zhenghua rubbed his hands together, his voice hazy: "Throughout the ages, each has its own splendor."

"Our era has come to an end..."

"I estimate that this will be the last time I travel far from home."

Huang Guoqing was speechless for a moment upon hearing this, and his old eyes reddened slightly: "Teacher Qiu, time really flies."

"Back when I first came here to study, Professor Qiu, you really were..."

"Fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye."

Professor Qiu Zhenghua is 83 years old this year. His health has been declining for many years. After this period, it is likely that Professor Qiu will truly retire from clinical and scientific research, and retire completely, never to be involved in worldly affairs again.

Everyone has to accept getting old. No matter how impressive Professor Qiu Zhenghua was back then, he is now just an elderly man in his eighties.

With declining physical strength and deteriorating bodily functions, Professor Qiu Zhenghua now finds it extremely difficult to perform some common surgical procedures at Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

After a lifetime of hard work, it's time for me to rest.

Huang Guoqing continued, "Professor Qiu, what exactly did Academician Ma want to see you about this time? Why did you have to make a trip to Guangzhou in person?"

Huang Guoqing followed Qiu Zhenghua from Kyoto by plane to Guangzhou, and then took the high-speed rail from Guangzhou to Wuhan for a short stay.

Academician Ma Jun is nearly ten years younger than Huang Guoqing, but he went a little further and was elected as an academician a few years earlier. Huang Guoqing still politely calls him Academician Ma.

"It's about the article! A few days ago, Ma Jun emailed me saying that the CAA editorial department had replied to him, saying that the clinical research project he had been discussing with the CAA editorial department for a long time had been canceled."

"My name was on the article. Ma Jun asked me about it."

At this point, Qiu Zhenghua gently twisted his neck: "Fang Ziye knows how to get things done and how to reciprocate favors. We old folks can't just shut ourselves off and be aloof."

"I will still help with some of the small, trivial matters that I am responsible for handling, but I won't be able to help much more in the future."

Huang Guoqing was slightly taken aback: "Professor Qiu, you're also leading a clinical research project now?"

CAA, a prestigious journal, has always been a haven for top-tier review articles, making it extremely difficult for ordinary original research articles to be published there.

Because publishing ordinary research articles will lower the journal's impact factor, the editorial department generally will not consider them unless the quality is exceptionally outstanding.

Huang Guoqing was merely Qiu Zhenghua's junior, not a parasite.

Last year, Qiu Zhenghua made a small effort to support Fang Ziye, but Qiu Zhenghua did not publicize it widely. Huang Guoqing has retired and is currently only active in a few academic conferences and clinics, so naturally he would not pay special attention to it.

Huang Guoqing is over seventy years old; his life has long since come to an end.

"I didn't take the lead; I just helped out a little. Fang Ziye put my name on it, probably to make it easier to submit articles."

"This article has a total of forty listed authors, including Professor Gu from Huashan Hospital. However, Professor Gu has been busy with other matters recently and is unable to participate."

“A previously unknown Professor Fang suddenly stood up and stepped on an academician; there must be some explanation for that.”

“Ma Jun isn’t in our orthopedics department, so he won’t easily ignore this matter,” Qiu Zhenghua explained rather cryptically.

Huang Guoqing understood that if it were just Fang Ziye taking the lead, Academician Ma Jun would probably have some reservations. But if it were an orthopedic academician who was his senior, then it would be much better.

He was outmatched and had to swallow his anger. Even when Qiu Zhenghua visited him in person, he could only smile politely.

The visitor was a guest, and Qiu Zhenghua was of the same generation as his teacher, even older than Professor Ma Jun's mentor, and an academician who had become famous at an early age, so he had to be given face.

Huang Guoqing was even a little jealous: "Professor Qiu, you are so good to Professor Fang Ziye! None of the kids in our hospital have this kind of favor."

Qiu Zhenghua glanced at Huang Guoqing: "Are you saying that I haven't been good enough to you?"

His tone became somewhat indifferent: "Huang Guoqing, are you complaining that I didn't help you enough?"

Huang Guoqing immediately shook his head and explained, "Teacher Qiu, you have definitely misunderstood!"

He then shut his mouth like a child who had said something wrong.

On the operating table, Fang Ziye's student, Tian Yao, finally managed to reach Fang Ziye's side and report that two older, uninvited guests had arrived in the operating room.

Fang Ziye glanced at it quickly, his heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

When Qiu Zhenghua started cursing, he showed absolutely no mercy.

Back then, Fang Ziye had just successfully performed limb-sparing surgery after a devastating injury when he heard that two academicians were coming to visit. The orthopedic department started to panic and asked Fang Ziye to go and accompany them.

The atmosphere was wonderful during the time they were accompanying each other, but once they arrived at the department, they started to curse the entire orthopedic department of Zhongnan Hospital, calling them utter rubbish.

The resident physicians are always being sent out to "eat and drink with guests," the department's funds are being shuffled around, and the research accounts are a complete mess. Are you afraid of not dying thoroughly enough?
Fang Ziye was really afraid that if he got distracted during the surgery and called out to Professor Qiu, Professor Qiu would immediately stand up and start performing the procedure again.

However, the surgery was nearing its end.

Fang Ziye whispered, "Master Nuo, step down first and call me to reserve a private room for dinner, the highest standard one."

Li Nuo's mind was completely focused on reading the surgical procedure, appreciating the details and subtleties of Fang Ziye's operation. Without even looking up, he said, "Take the brothers out for a meal. Boxed lunches or something simple will do."

"Ziye, if you have time, please explain again the details to pay attention to during the debridement procedure in this area."

"Master Nuo, step down a bit and arrange a private dining room with Academician Qiu Zhenghua seated in the corner," Fang Ziye stated his intention.

rustling.

Li Nuo, Su Xiao, Sun Shaoqing and the others all looked up and looked towards the corner.

Li Nuo was stunned for three seconds before she came to her senses, silently handed the hook to Gu Junfeng, and then began to take off her gloves.

Su Xiao's eyes began to glaze over as she looked at Fang Ziye, her face full of question marks.

Su Xiao was a graduate student at Zhongnan Hospital, but that was eighteen or nineteen years ago.

The Department of Orthopedics at Zhongnan Hospital is indeed outstanding, even in Hubei Province. However, even at a level comparable to the Department of Trauma Surgery at Tongji Hospital, it has yet to produce a single academician.

None of those who become academicians are seeking fame or fortune.

Su Xiao's eyes rolled back, but he still couldn't figure out why an academician was in the corner of the operating room.

They must have come for Fang Ziye.

However, for a high-ranking academician to quietly come to Fang Ziye's operating room to "check up" on him is an extraordinary act of kindness.
Fang Ziye did not 'defect from his master', did he?

wrong!

This is not betraying one's master.

"Ziye, your 'godfather' has never had a conflict with the teacher, has he?" Su Xiao whispered.

After spending a long time in society, Su Xiaoyuan understood the importance of resources and networks.

The reason he was able to become the vice dean was not only due to his personal abilities, but also because of the help of his network of connections.

Su Xiao's 'rumor' made Sun Shaoqing and Fang Ziye's students look at Fang Ziye in astonishment, thinking that what Su Xiao said was true.

"Teacher Su Xiao, what kind of nonsense are you talking about?"

"Perform the surgery properly!" Fang Ziye snapped, and his already bad mood accelerated the operation even further.

With his energy fully focused, he let loose again, not caring whether others could accurately read his intentions.

At 4:49, Fang Ziye carefully put down the needle holder in his hand, then glanced in Qiu Zhenghua's direction, and spent another six minutes carefully reading through the entire surgical procedure.

Only then did I feel relieved: "You can arrange the rest of the suturing yourselves, just remember to put in two drainage tubes."

“This patient needs negative pressure drainage.” After saying that, Fang Ziye slowly took a few steps back, turned around, and started taking off his clothes.

With a radiant smile: "Teacher Qiu. Teacher Huang."

"Finished?" Qiu Zhenghua raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly cold.

He noticed that after Fang Ziye discovered the two of them entering the operating room, he sped up the surgery and became more 'rough'.

Before Qiu Zhenghua could find an outlet for his anger, Fang Ziye cut him off: "We gave them space to read and track us before."

“But since you’ve come, Teacher Qiu, we can’t waste any more time. Teaching is not something that can be accomplished overnight.”

"As long as the quality of the surgery doesn't drop, everything else can wait."

Fang Ziye was genuinely a little afraid of Qiu Zhenghua because Qiu Zhenghua was truly daring to curse, and his curses were quite offensive; no one could stop him.

Qiu Zhenghua's gaze softened somewhat, but he still didn't readily believe Fang Ziye's words. He stood up and walked around the operating table for a full five or six minutes.

Look closely at the surgical field: a clean wound, a dry operating table, and reconstructive sutures that resemble works of art.

Qiu Zhenghua had nothing to say.

Fang Ziye, this junior, is definitely "cheated". Talent, which is a gift from birth, can only make people sigh no matter how outstanding it is.

After reaching a certain level, many people will find that talent is the most despairing thing.

"Teaching still needs to be done," Qiu Zhenghua said, then led Huang Guoqing out of the operating room.

Fang Ziye, carrying his phone, followed closely behind.

"Professor Qiu, what brings you here so suddenly? Didn't we agree that I would visit you in Kyoto this May Day holiday?" Fang Ziye's voice was exceptionally polite.

Qiu Zhenghua had no obligation to teach Fang Ziye, but he had provided guidance and support. Fang Ziye didn't take advantage of this network of relationships every holiday, but he never dared to sever them.

Qiu Zhenghua glanced at Fang Ziye, put his hands behind his back, and said in a flippant tone, "It seems Professor Fang isn't planning on sending me a wedding invitation."

Fang Ziye's eyes narrowed. After 'fortune telling,' his wedding date was set for mid-April, supposedly the sixteenth day of the third lunar month, which was auspicious for Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu.

He immediately said, "Teacher Qiu, I really dare not disturb such a small matter as my wedding."

Qiu Zhenghua seized the opportunity to stab Ying Fangziye: "You didn't even send out invitations, how do you know I'd find it intrusive?"

"Is it because the journey is too far?"

Qiu Zhenghua gave Fang Ziye a way out, but Fang Ziye didn't take it: "If Teacher Qiu can come to offer his blessings, I should personally deliver the invitation no matter how far away it is."

"I'm just afraid of troubling you, Professor Qiu." Fang Ziye had already made up his mind to find some time to deliver the wedding invitations to Academicians Qiu Zhenghua and Gu Yuandong.

Whether the other person comes or not, the sentiment must be expressed.

Seeing Fang Ziye's somewhat reserved demeanor, Qiu Zhenghua lost interest in joking with him: "Director Fang, are you treating me to dinner today, or am I treating you?"

There was nothing wrong with what he said, but considering that their first meeting was about dinner and Fang Ziye was insulted so harshly, Fang Ziye's expression changed slightly.

But Fang Ziye is not the same as before: "Teacher Qiu, I have made arrangements. Let's go there now, it's not far."

"It is a great privilege to have the opportunity to learn from Teacher Huang and Teacher Qiu."

Huang Guoqing smiled but remained silent.

Qiu Zhenghua continued walking forward...

After changing their clothes, the two followed Fang Ziye to the car, and then looked around: "Han City is truly a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery. This place is really nice. Grand."

Compared to the somewhat cramped Kyoto Hospital, the Zhongnan Hospital branch campus is much more spacious than the Peking Union Medical College Hospital branch campus.

“Teacher Qiu, land in Kyoto is incredibly valuable.”

"The advantage of land in our city of Han is that it's cheap."

Fang Ziye started the car and hinted, "Teacher Qiu, did you invite any other seniors to Wuhan this time?"

Fang Ziye was asking Qiu Zhenghua if he wanted to invite one of his peers to accompany him, so they could have something to talk about.

"I'm getting old, how many friends do I have left?"

"I'm here to see you privately this time, so don't make any decisions on your own."

Qiu Zhenghua must have many acquaintances in Han City. There are still many people his age in the orthopedics department who have died. If Fang Ziye spreads the news, it will probably be inconvenient for him to speak.

Qiu Zhenghua is long past the age of liking to be surrounded by people: "I just want to talk to you and find that feeling of being young and in my prime."

Fang Ziye hurriedly said, "I think Teacher Qiu is still vigorous despite his age; he's clearly in the prime of his life."

Qiu Zhenghua said disdainfully, "Of all the things you've said, this is the most greasy and disgusting. If you keep saying this, you might as well take us to the high-speed rail station."

Fang Ziye shut his mouth...

operating room.

Su Xiao asked Li Nuo in astonishment, "When did Fang Ziye develop such a deep friendship with Academician Qiu?"

"When Academician Qiu came to see Fang Ziye, my master and the others were completely unaware of it."

Deng Yong was definitely unaware of the situation; otherwise, he would have accompanied the group.

When an academician visits Zhongnan Hospital, at least a vice president-level official accompanies him throughout the visit. If the hospital is considered to be of even higher importance, it wouldn't be unreasonable for a vice president from Zhongnan Hospital to accompany him.

Li Nuo had already gone to the spinal surgery department at that time, but only heard: "I heard that Ziye has a good personal relationship with Academician Qiu Zhenghua and Academician Gu Yuandong."

"Several years ago, these two academicians visited Zhongnan Hospital several times, and they were the ones who spearheaded Fang Ziye's several academic reports."

"That's why they have such a great influence in such a short period of time. It seems that the two senior academicians have a very sincere love and care for the younger generation."

Su Xiao then looked at Feng Junfeng and Hu Qingyuan: "You two are lucky. Who knows, in ten years, you might be academicians' disciples."

"While Fang Ziye is still young, we must quickly latch onto his coattails and stick as much leg hair as possible."

Feng Junfeng replied with a smile, "Uncle Su, I'm afraid I don't have a chance. My master only accepted me out of pity; I can't gain his true love."

"Qingyuan is the true first disciple of Master. He has a bright future ahead of him."

Hu Qingyuan was neither aloof nor someone with high IQ but low EQ. He replied, "The teacher needs many people, and Senior Brother is the backbone of the group. He always will be."

This kind of flattery—which neither refutes nor belittles, but also analyzes Fang Ziye's shortcomings precisely—is the most effective.

Su Xiao glanced at Hu Qingyuan in surprise: "Qingyuan's words make a lot of sense. Feng Junfeng, Tian Yao, you must work hard and seize the opportunity."

“Ah… Ziye, Ziye…” Su Xiao’s tone clearly conveyed a sense of regret for not having met him sooner.

Actually, Sun Shaoqing was the one who felt even more bitter at that moment.

His eyes were darting around, as if he were pondering something.

Of course, this hesitation didn't last long, and he voluntarily stepped down: "Senior, can I go outside and make a phone call to our mentor? I suddenly think that joining a postdoctoral research station wouldn't be so bad..."

Upon hearing this, Su Xiao immediately lowered his head like an ostrich.

Youth is your greatest asset.

Dr. Sun Shaoqing graduated only two years ago and is only 33 years old this year. Even if he goes to the postdoctoral research station for another two years, he will not be over 35 years old.

There will be an opportunity to stay at Zhongnan Hospital at that time.

The hospitalization he has in Zhongnan Hospital now is not comparable to the hospitalization he was in when he graduated with his doctorate.

Sun Shaoqing has already signed a contract and has even been sent by his former employer for further training. After all, resources have been invested, so terminating the contract would probably be very troublesome.

"..."

The private room was decorated in a rather elegant style, with a light and not overpowering incense scent, unlike the cheap, strong-smelling incense.

Fang Ziye asked the waiter for a tea set, took his own tea leaves from the car, and brewed tea for himself.

Qiu Zhenghua looked at Fang Ziye, resting his chin on his hand: "Ziye, have you encountered any trouble at work lately?"

"I heard that you voluntarily posted a notice on the hospital's official website stating that you will no longer perform functional reconstruction surgery or limb-sparing surgery for severe injuries. Is that true?"

Huang Guoqing had heard about this, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He would only occasionally have the thought that Fang Ziye was a bit frivolous and arrogant.

"Teacher Qiu, how did you know? Yes, that's true." Fang Ziye put down the teapot and took the teacup over.

Fang Ziye had never studied tea ceremony; his tea-making was simply boiling water and tea leaves. Since he thought it tasted good, he naturally wouldn't spend the time to learn it.

In other words, this is how it's prepared; whether someone likes it or not, I'll drink it this way.

"You have your own ideas, don't you?" Qiu Zhenghua didn't immediately launch into a tirade.

This time, it was Fang Ziye's own choice. With Fang Ziye's intelligence, he wouldn't act recklessly on a whim.

"Yes, there are several main reasons..." Fang Ziye stated his thoughts, then emphasized:
"Actually, the most important thing is that I want to focus more on limb-saving surgery." "The types of diseases that face amputation are not just those involving destruction."

"It's just that the incidence of high-violence injuries is relatively high, and patients with destructive injuries are relatively common."

“Other diseases that require limb preservation may not be on the same scale, but they still constitute a very large number.”

"If all of them were superimposed, the overall magnitude would probably be several times or even ten times that of the damage."

"After all, more than 500,000 people in our country undergo amputations every year!"

The number of amputations for diabetic foot patients reaches as high as 280,000 per year, and the total number of amputations throughout the year is 500,000, and that's a conservative estimate!
Qiu Zhenghua offered a conciliatory suggestion: "Having ideas is a good thing, but suddenly giving up on the techniques you are good at is a bit too impulsive."

Fang Ziye nodded and smiled: "Teacher Qiu, I've just given up on the regular operations, but I'll still occasionally perform teaching surgeries."

"As I mentioned at the annual meeting before, limb salvage surgery can be made available to more surgeons, and limb salvage surgery is not that difficult."

"But functional reconstruction surgery still needs further teaching and exploration for a period of time, so that it can be routinely performed by hand surgeons in prefecture-level city hospitals, and then I can rest assured."

"Medical resources need to be distributed to lower levels. Only after this distribution can we better select the right patients for treatment."

Qiu Zhenghua did not come to Wuhan to attend the orthopedic annual meeting, but he knew about the "simplified" treatment plan for traumatic injuries that Fang Ziye proposed at the meeting.

I heard that doctors in prefecture-level city hospitals can greatly improve limb salvage rates by following this treatment plan.

"Since you already have a good solution, I won't say anything more to help."

“Your approach to this is also quite good,” Qiu Zhenghua said.

"Thank you for your concern, Professor Qiu. I think things are fine as they are now."

"Teacher Qiu, did you come to Han City specifically for this matter? Thank you for going to so much trouble for me."

Huang Guoqing explained with a smile, "If it were just this matter, Teacher Qiu wouldn't need to go to such trouble."

"Professor Fang, you probably don't realize the trouble you've gotten yourself into, do you?"

Fang Ziye, of course, had no idea and stared wide-eyed innocently.

Seeing that Qiu Zhenghua did not refuse, Huang Guoqing took the initiative to tell Fang Ziye about Academician Ma Jun contacting Qiu Zhenghua and Qiu Zhenghua's trip to Guangzhou.

Fang Ziye's expression grew even more innocent: "This?"

"Strictly speaking, this matter has little to do with me, right? Publishing articles is inherently a competition among peers."

"The data in my research project is not obtained through any illegitimate means."

Huang Guoqing analyzed, "It's not that the data is wrong, but that the preparation was too hasty. After all, your follow-up data is only for a few months. It cannot show the long-term prognosis."

"Academician Ma Jun's research project has a very complete record of the results of several years of follow-up."

"More than 20 years of honing your skills have been overshadowed by your clinical research project in less than a year. I always feel a little uncomfortable about that."

"Furthermore, Academician Ma Jun's team had communicated with the editorial department multiple times regarding major and minor revisions, and suddenly receiving such a result would make anyone feel uncomfortable..."

After you submit your article to the editorial department, if they think the quality is acceptable but there are some flaws, they will ask you to revise it.

Furthermore, it is divided into several levels, such as major repairs and minor repairs.

Generally, the industry standard is that minor repairs have a good chance of success, while the chances of success after major repairs depend on the situation.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "Professor Qiu, does that mean CAA is really willing to accept articles of this type, such as clinical trials?"

CAA is a foreign journal.

The journal is not international; it is merely a carrier of academic achievements. At present, there is no particular disorder in this regard.

It is merely an objective medium, representing to a certain extent a certain level of academic achievement.

Fang Ziye had not received a reply from the editorial department in his current email inbox. He assumed that the editorial department had just started reviewing the manuscript, but he did not expect to receive such unconventional information from Qiu Zhenghua.

Fang Ziye was unsure whether academicians, as high-ranking figures, had access to manuscripts submitted to the editorial department and whether they could exchange information with each other.

Although Fang Ziye's inbox is full of peer review invitations, he has been quite busy and doesn't have time to deal with such matters at the moment.

Since you haven't agreed to become a peer reviewer, the editorial department certainly won't discuss similar matters with you.

But Qiu Zhenghua, Academician Ma Jun, and others are definitely expert reviewers for well-known journals.

“We’re just discussing the matter at hand. Don’t try to get any other information from me.”

“When others snatch food from a tiger’s mouth, they at least try to smooth things over. You’ve practically robbed it by force,” Qiu Zhenghua chuckled.

Fang Ziye said, "Teacher Qiu, no one gave me any prior notice. Besides, even if they had, isn't submitting articles something like this: you submit, I submit, everyone submits, and then it's up to the editorial department to choose?"

Qiu Zhenghua corrected him, "Fang Ziye, you're wrong."

Fang Ziye glanced at Qiu Zhenghua.

Qiu Zhenghua didn't explain the unspoken rules to Fang Ziye, but instead said, "I've already resolved this matter!"

"I'm just letting you know, we're just having dinner today, we won't talk about anything else." Qiu Zhenghua changed the subject.

Fang Ziye felt a chill run down his spine.

If you've been working hard on a project for a long time, and it's suddenly taken away by someone else, you'd probably feel bad. Even if you don't feel angry or resentful, you'd still feel uncomfortable, as if all your efforts have been in vain.

If such preparations clearly show signs of success, but are suddenly disrupted by someone else, it's even more disheartening.

Huang Guoqing suddenly said, "Teacher Qiu is getting old. He came to see you before retiring."

"Fang Ziye, I'm quite envious of the treatment you receive."

Fang Ziye's expression immediately turned cold, and his gaze began to sweep over Qiu Zhenghua, as if he were giving Qiu Zhenghua a visual examination.

Having been a doctor his whole life, Qiu Zhenghua knew exactly what Fang Ziye was looking at. He gently waved his hand and said, "Don't scan me. I'm just old, not sick."

Everyone gets old someday.

"You can't just expect me to be like other senior academicians, working until my nineties and still in good health, can you?"

"Everyone has their own destiny."

Fang Ziye nodded: "Professor Qiu, I certainly hope that you are in good health and can continue to work in the clinic for decades to come, remaining vigorous even in your old age."

"However, your health is the most important thing, and you should take a rest."

Qiu Zhenghua's complexion didn't show any problems, but at over eighty years old, his physical functions had long since begun to decline.

Even if Qiu Zhenghua's skill level declines slightly, he is probably no longer suitable for treating common diseases at Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

Otherwise, if something went wrong during the stab, Qiu Zhenghua would feel even worse.

Everyone has to accept getting old.

The relentless wheels of time spare no one, no living being.

"Let's not talk about these things anymore. If we put it all out in the open, it's just a simple matter. If we go too far, it'll only make us feel sad."

"We're all surgeons, doctors. We've seen life and death before, so what's there to be afraid of?" Qiu Zhenghua said casually.

In fact, Fang Ziye also saw the desolation in Qiu Zhenghua's eyes.

He doesn't want to get old either.

But time waits for no one.

……

The meal was just a regular meal, and Fang Ziye's farewell to the two elderly professors was just a normal goodbye.

After respectfully escorting the two elderly people to the high-speed rail station, they followed the flow of people into the ticket gate without lingering or showing any reluctance.

The Keiguang line high-speed rail from Seoul to Kyoto has a huge volume of passengers. During non-holiday periods, it is very easy to buy tickets, just like taking a bus.

Fang Ziye didn't have much time to feel sad before watching the two go upstairs and disappear from sight.

Fang Ziye was also well aware that this was not the last time he would meet Professor Qiu, but every meeting with Professor Qiu would be one of the last.

The chances of us meeting again are very slim.

Or rather, the total number of times Fang Ziye met with Professor Qiu was actually very few.

This is the destiny between the two, it was destined from the very beginning.

"Teacher Qiu, Teacher Huang, I wish you both good health and a long and happy family life." Fang Ziye stood at the door, silently prayed, and then turned and went down to the parking lot.

After carefully reflecting on the experience, Fang Ziye smiled and started the return journey.

In old age, people tend to speak kindly.

People of Professor Qiu Zhenghua's caliber have long transcended the boundaries of mentorship and region; he doesn't even treat students from his own hospital as students.

There was not much prejudice against different social classes.

Overall, the professors I encountered were relatively friendly to me and didn't have many ulterior motives.

On the way back, Fang Ziye did not forget his habit, which was to go back to the ward and check on the patients he had operated on that day.

Post-surgery, the effects of exercise will definitely not be visible.

Vital signs, postoperative drainage volume, and amount of bleeding are all clearly visible.

After reviewing the patients' recovery and mental state, one can be more confident in the quality of their surgery, which is a very good habit.

Amidst the expressions of gratitude from family members and patients, Fang Ziye locked himself in the director's office.

After entering the room, Fang Ziye's mindset actually became more and more relaxed.

“Teacher Qiu, perhaps you think what you told me today will be a problem.”

"But for me personally, this is perhaps a delicate opportunity."

"Thank you, Teacher Qiu. Because you are Teacher Qiu, I thank you for everything you have done for me."

"But I'm sorry, Teacher Qiu, because you are Teacher Qiu and I am Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye understands me better. I may have to overturn everything you have prepared for me..."

Fang Ziye began searching through his contacts.

After finding several familiar teachers at the Affiliated Hospital of Sun Yat-sen University, Fang Ziye directly asked them if they could provide Academician Ma Jun's contact information.

Email or phone number is fine.

Fang Ziye also has acquaintances in the orthopedics department of the Zhongshan medical system!

Academician Ma Jun's contact information is certainly valuable and he wouldn't easily share it with others, but if Fang Ziye wanted it, it wouldn't be impossible to give it to him.

It didn't take long; just three minutes, Academician Ma Jun's private phone number arrived in Fang Ziye's mobile phone.

After Fang Ziye called to express his gratitude, he began to look through some of the research projects led by Academician Ma Jun.

Academician Ma Jun is a top expert in otolaryngology, and his current research focuses on nasopharyngeal carcinoma.

Fang Ziye is not particularly proficient in otolaryngology.

However, the basic principles of academic research and cancer treatment are not too restrictive, and Fang Ziye's current level allows him to read literature very quickly.

Reading the introduction will give you a general understanding of the content.

After reading a few more articles that interested him, Fang Ziye sent a greeting message to Academician Ma Jun, whom he had saved in his contacts:

"Hello, Professor Ma Jun. I am Fang Ziye from the Department of Orthopedics at Zhongnan Hospital of Wuhan University. I apologize for bothering you, but I have something to ask you. I wonder if it would be convenient for you to ask me?"

Please forgive any inconvenience caused!

Fang Ziye and Academician Ma Jun are on the same timeline. Logically speaking, it's already past eight o'clock, and the other party should be resting.

However, it cannot be ruled out that the other party's surgical schedule is very full, requiring them to work until around 11 or 12 o'clock, or that Professor Ma Jun has other arrangements.

Fang Ziye patiently checked several more articles in which Academician Ma Jun was listed as an author.

"Hello Professor Fang, I'm available now, you can call or text me." Professor Ma Jun's reply was relatively casual.

Fang Ziye dialed the phone.

The call connected quickly: "Teacher Ma, this is Fang Ziye from Zhongnan Hospital. I'm sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to call you to apologize."

Upon hearing this, Ma Jun grunted and snorted lightly, "Professor Fang thinks I'm a sore loser? Is he deliberately apologizing to provoke me?"

Fang Ziye hurriedly said, "Teacher Ma, if that's really what I think, then there's no need to make this call."

“Teacher Ma, I just have a suggestion and an idea. I don’t know if you will think it’s presumptuous, but after thinking it over, I’ve decided to take the initiative and give it a try.”

"What if it succeeds?"

"This way, I can still gain your favor, or at least not your dislike, Mr. Ma."

"Professor Ma, it's like this. Although I am still very young, I have some academic knowledge and have published a few articles."

"Therefore, I would like to read your paper privately, Professor Ma."

“Professor Ma, I'm in orthopedics, a field quite different from yours. I would never have any intention of stealing anything…”

Upon hearing Fang Ziye's words, Ma Jun found Fang Ziye interesting, but his tone became even colder: "Professor Fang, so you've come here to show off your power?"

Fang Ziye said, "Teacher Ma, why would I be in such a situation?"

"A sincere heart, undisguised and unhindered."

Fang Ziye didn't say much. Since the other party was a specialist in nasopharyngeal carcinoma, they must have heard of Fang Ziye, or at least heard of him.

Fang Ziye is well aware of how utterly immoral his actions have been in the field of cancer research!
Ma Jun remained silent for almost half a minute: "Where does your confidence come from?"

"It's not about confidence, it's just that I have this idea, so I'm taking advantage of my youth to be bold this time."

"I am just a nobody, so I'm not afraid of being misunderstood by you, Teacher Ma. Even if it doesn't work out, I don't think you'll hold a grudge."

"But if it succeeds, it will be a win-win situation. Scientific research is not about one person trying to overpower the other."

"Especially across different industries, cooperation is the key to a win-win situation."

“Professor Ma, you are one of the top medical teachers in China. You should understand what I mean.”

Fang Ziye met Ma Jun at that meeting.

Moreover, I've seen Ma Jun directly confront Xie Heng; Academician Ma is definitely a man of strong character.

"So, are you coming to my side or should I come to your side?" Ma Jun took a step back, presenting Fang Ziye with a difficult problem.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's breath hitched.

It seems that neither of them is very convenient.

Fang Ziye is currently unable to leave.

The other party would not agree to use network transmission, and naturally would not accept the "retrieving the article" solution that their own people copied over in the past.

For top-tier teams like Academician Ma Jun's, the computers will not allow USB drives from outside the team to be inserted.

Even if you don't have any bad intentions, it's impossible.

The same applies to Fang Ziye's team.

Fang Ziye remained silent for more than ten seconds before Academician Ma Jun said, "Forget it, I won't make things difficult for you. I'll send a student over."

When is a convenient time for Professor Fang?

Fang Ziye quickly replied, "Teacher Ma, tomorrow, I'll be working in the outpatient clinic, so I'll have free time after 7 pm."

Ma Jun said, "Thank you for your trouble, Professor Fang. Whether it's adding something or making repairs, please feel free to speak your mind."

"Personally, I hope to listen to a wide range of suggestions, but I didn't expect Professor Fang to contact me on his own initiative."

Fang Ziye's tone was slightly embarrassed: "Teacher Ma, actually I really want to visit many teachers, but I am just a nobody and don't dare to disturb your time."

“Actually, we’re not as difficult as you imagine, Professor Fang. We’re human too. We have normal routines,” Ma Jun explained.

Fang Ziye immediately made a serious note of this point: "Thank you for your guidance, Teacher Ma."

Ma Jun smiled casually: "Professor Fang, if there's nothing else, we can contact each other again later?"

"Okay, Teacher Ma."

"This is my phone number, I hope you'll keep it safe!" Fang Ziye said with a slightly ingratiating tone.

"Don't be too slick after we first meet," Ma Jun said, and then hung up the phone.

Fang Ziye let out a long sigh of relief.

While snatching food from a tiger's mouth may offer the thrill of a surge of hormones, it's never as satisfying as having the best of both worlds.

Professor Qiu Zhenghua was thinking of reconciling the two sides, while Fang Ziye was thinking of adjusting the details to see if they could achieve a "double flight"!
"..." (End of this chapter)