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Fang Ziye jumped up abruptly: "What's going on? Where are you?"

Kelan Tianluo hung up the phone in a hurry before he could even answer.

Just as Lan Tianluo was speaking through gritted teeth, a commotion arose from the other side.

At this time, this is a scene that only occurs in the emergency room.

Although he was quite tired, Fang Ziye could only get up and rush towards the emergency department.

Fang Ziye is still relatively young. If we compare him to other people's ages, he would be in the chief resident stage, and his physical strength and energy are extremely strong.

Ten minutes later, Fang Ziye arrived at the emergency department, walking hurriedly.

Just then, Lan Tianluo came out of the emergency room. Opposite him, a young man in a suit pointed at Lan Tianluo and said, "Do you know you've broken the law?"

The young man, wearing glasses, spoke threateningly.

"Don't stop me! I'm being resuscitated right now." Lan Tianluo pointed at the young man, his eyelids bulging, full of anger.

"You still want to fight? Then I have to advise you to calm down. If you do fight, then it'll be a perfect match for your major." The young man, completely unafraid, straightened his collar with his right hand.

His left hand was wrapped in gauze, so it must have been injured as well.

Fang Ziye quickly approached: "Tianluo, what's going on?"

"Senior brother, you've come at the right time! Hu Qingyuan and the others have just been pulled onto the stage. Here comes a patient with a middle finger tendon that needs stitches!"

"He kept bothering me; there was someone in the emergency room with a lower limb artery injury."

"I had just finished treating the artery when I received another call saying that someone with a severe lower limb injury had been brought to the emergency operating room," Lan Tianluo replied, his words slightly incoherent.

Upon seeing Fang Ziye, the young man noticed a slight difference in his demeanor and asked loudly, "Are you his boss?"

"His professional skills are too inexperienced; he doesn't even understand the first-visit responsibility system."

"I'm telling you, he broke the law!"

"I was the first one here, and more than an hour has passed. You just gave me a quick and perfunctory bandage..." the young man told Fang Ziye, his complaint precise and swift.

Fang Ziye ignored him: "Go to the emergency operating room first."

"How is the patient in the emergency room?"

"It's alright! I'll head over now." Lan Tianluo quickly handed over the task to Fang Ziye, then bypassed the young man and ran towards the emergency operating room.

The young man, realizing he was being ignored, widened his eyes in disbelief. He walked in front of Fang Ziye and said, "Brother, please show me some respect. I'm a lawyer, and I'm a patient right now."

"I've registered, requested a consultation, and a doctor-patient relationship has been established."

Fang Ziye glanced at the other person, took a deep breath, and patiently replied, "I don't care who you are, you'd better stay put. Our hospital has just treated more than a dozen car accident victims."

"Since you're a lawyer, you should know the consequences of your reckless behavior."

“After an emergency, the medical order is no longer simply based on the order of arrival at the hospital.”

"I need to go to the emergency room first..."

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he turned around and went back into the emergency room.

The young man was taken aback upon hearing this; in fact, he didn't primarily deal with medical disputes.

Seeing that Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo left decisively and without taking him seriously at all, he dared not make any further moves.

He wasn't stupid; he threatened Lan Tianluo to get treatment, not to disrupt medical order.

Making a scene in a hospital is not a particularly smart thing to do.

However, at certain times, making a fuss can lead to a more prioritized and relatively fair treatment order.

When Fang Ziye arrived at the emergency room, he smiled slightly as he looked at the patient who had been treated by Lan Tianluo.

After years of settling down, Lan Tianluo has finally "stood up".

At this age, his hemostasis skills had reached the level 4 threshold, which was somewhat unreasonable, meaning he had truly reached the threshold of a relatively advanced procedure in trauma surgery.

At his rate of progress, winning the provincial top prize for young physicians in another three to five years is a certainty.

Lan Tianluo's skill in the game is still quite remarkable.

Although there were still many areas for improvement at first glance, Fang Ziye did not waste time on them.

For a patient with a simple trauma, the prognosis of 90 points is not much different from that of 98 points; the only difference is the size of the scar.

For some patients who need life-saving treatment, a score of 95 is enough to kill them, and 96 is enough to save them; anything less is unacceptable.

There's no need to waste time here.

Fang Ziye went out again and saw the young man with bandages still at the entrance of the emergency room. He walked over and said, "Come on, let's go to the examination room together."

"I'll sew it for you."

Upon hearing this, the young man looked Fang Ziye up and down, then hesitated slightly: "You?"

What is your professional title?

"Associate Chief Physician, do you want me to stitch it up?" Fang Ziye asked.

"No matter what you choose, I have to tell you first that our hospital is very busy today, and you can't choose your surgeon."

"You only have two options: accept or not accept. Of course, you can also go to other hospitals..."

The young man remained suspicious: "Don't kid me. Although I don't handle many medical disputes, it's a bit of an exaggeration for someone your age to tell me you're an associate chief physician."

Fang Ziye said, "That's very simple. My name is Fang Ziye. You can just look it up."

"But I don't have time to wait for you right now!"

"Either come with me to talk and sign the papers, and I'll stitch you up; or you can go to another hospital and find a professor to perform the surgery!"

"So your name is Fang Ziye? That's alright then." Upon hearing this, the young lawyer shuddered for a moment, then laughed.

"Hello Professor Fang, my name is Han Tao. I'm a lawyer." After a sudden change in expression, Han Tao forced a smile with crow's feet and extended his right hand, wanting to shake hands with Fang Ziye warmly.

Fang Ziye wasn't going to engage in social niceties; he bypassed the other party and went straight to the emergency room to print out the template for the interview and signature.

Han Tao suddenly became a chatterbox, following behind Fang Ziye: "Professor Fang, I've heard of you! ~Holy crap."

“Attorney Zhou from our firm gets at least two or three inquiries every day about whether they can file a complaint against you or sue you…”

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's lips twitched slightly: "What kind of nonsense is this?"

Fang Ziye found the template, and after clarifying Han Tao's name, he found the appointment number. The basic information had already been filled in.

Start printing.

"Professor Fang, you're really something. Those who come to you for advice or to complain about you are usually not ordinary people."

"That's why my master even had me specifically check your credentials."

"I came here to meet a client, but I slipped and fell on my way out..."

"I never expected to actually run into you." Han Tao began to chatter on and on with Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye glanced at the other person: "So you keep threatening my junior brother, saying he broke the law?"

Han Tao: "..."

"It's a misunderstanding, Professor Fang, it's all a misunderstanding. I was just eager to get treatment."

"Isn't this how it is in your hospital? Lots of connections, especially in the emergency room. If someone gets injured, and it's someone you know..."

Han Tao said, "My teacher used to ask me to specialize in medical disputes, but I found medical disputes uninteresting, so I switched to divorce cases."

"Medical disputes, regardless of winning or losing, are actually quite a pain in the ass."

"From the family's perspective, a perfectly healthy person is gone."

"From the hospital's perspective, certain uncontrollable factors are the most uncontrollable..."

At this point, Han Tao asked, "Professor Fang, could I recommend a few patients to you?"

Fang Ziye replied decisively: "No!~"

"Right now, you are the patient, and I am the doctor. I am here to treat your emergency. That's the only relationship between us."

“Uh…that’s true…” Han Tao quickly regained his composure: “Professor Fang, you certainly don’t lack patients.”

Fifteen minutes later.

Fang Ziye then led Han Tao out of the control room.

Han Tao looked at Fang Ziye with suspicion, his tone even more hesitant: "Professor Fang, did you really treat me?"

"Including the time you spent disinfecting and covering with gauze, it feels like you only performed the procedure for less than five minutes?"

Fang Ziye said, "Go to the emergency pharmacy to get the medicine, and change the dressing regularly. Remember to buy a hand brace, and come to our orthopedics department tomorrow to see a doctor to put it on."

"You absolutely have to come. Only when you come can we remove the aluminum plaster panels, and the braces will definitely be put on."

"I've written it very clearly and explicitly in the doctor's orders. It's up to you to buy the brace yourself for fixation!" Fang Ziye said in a businesslike manner.

Seeing that he couldn't get a word in edgewise, Han Tao decided to be more direct and probe further: "Professor Fang, I have a friend whose parents are both civil servants, and their ranks are quite high."

"He was in a car accident during college. Could you please take a look at him?"

"If you can cure him, his parents will be very grateful to you. Even if all you can do is help him get out of his wheelchair!"

"Let him come to the clinic by himself. My appointment is every Tuesday."

After saying that, Fang Ziye added, "Okay, if you don't have any other problems related to yourself, go get your medicine and go home. Just remember to take it on time."

"There are three kinds of medicine in total: antibacterial, analgesic and anti-inflammatory, and anti-swelling."

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he turned away from Han Tao.

Out of the corner of his eye, Fang Ziye caught a glimpse of an emergency room trolley rushing in from outside the emergency department, and the glaring dark red on the blue sheet immediately drew his attention.

Fang Ziye shrugged his shoulders to loosen the gaps in his shoulder joints, and his keen eyes also caught sight of dark red blood flowing in the patient's lower left abdomen.

The doctors present at the scene and accompanying the ambulance were probably not experts!
While the nurses and doctors in the emergency department were getting close, Fang Ziye quietly opened his examination gloves.

"Professor Fang..." Han Tao, somewhat shamelessly, leaned closer, wanting to ask more questions.

"Can't you see I'm busy?" Fang Ziye turned around and demanded, his eyes blazing with anger, clearly annoyed.

Upon hearing this, Han Tao swallowed hard twice.

"Thank you, Professor Fang. I was planning to thank you." Han Tao then changed his words.

Fang Ziye put on the gloves on his wrists with two snaps and then followed to the cart.

After a cursory glance, the attending surgeon said, "There is active bleeding in the lower left abdomen. Please consult with general surgery, orthopedics, and vascular surgery."

"Check blood pressure, establish intravenous access, administer oxygen, monitor cardiac output, and move to the emergency room..." Another doctor in the emergency department quickly issued various medical orders.

"Blood oxygen saturation, 93%!"

"Blood pressure 102!"

"..."

Fang Ziye did not start treatment immediately because the patient's bleeding was still considerable, and although the blood pressure was somewhat low, it was not yet below the shock threshold.

Let's wait until the patient is on the resuscitation bed and connected to life monitoring equipment before making any decisions.

Once everything is ready...

Fang Ziye also introduced himself, and soon he would have the opportunity to get close to the bedside and begin a physical examination with Associate Professor Wang Liqun of the Emergency Surgery Department.

After completing the initial physical examination, Fang Ziye took off his examination gloves and exchanged a strange look with Wang Liqun from the emergency surgery department.

Wang Liqun explained somewhat awkwardly, "Professor Fang, the skill levels of the ambulance doctors and the on-site rescue doctors vary greatly."

"so…"

Fang Ziye wasn't complaining about anything; he just felt that the patient's "fierce appearance" was a bit of a waste of his feelings.

The apparent blood loss was actually due to untreated damage to the inferior epigastric artery, which led to superficial bleeding.

The patient's abdomen showed only localized damage to the intestinal tract, with no damage to other organs or arteries...

This is already considered an emergency within a mild emergency. If the on-site treatment had been timely, the patient could have been taken to the operating room of a district people's hospital.

Instead, due to significant bleeding during transport, she was sent to Zhongnan Hospital.

"Director Wang, I'll go and rest now," Fang Ziye replied.

“Professor Fang, please go ahead with your work…” Wang Liqun nodded quickly.

He knew Fang Ziye's skill level. Fang Ziye had gone to great lengths for this patient, even wearing examination gloves, and was preparing to get close and get down to business.

As soon as the gauze was removed, the fight stopped.

It's a real waste of time and emotion.

Fang Ziye left the emergency room, but did not completely leave.

In another emergency room, there was a patient whom Lan Tianluo had hastily treated. Fang Ziye couldn't leave directly until he was completely out of danger.

If I didn't come, that's fine; if I had other tasks to complete, that's fine too.

With no missions available and having stumbled upon Lan Tianluo's downtime, Fang Ziye couldn't possibly ignore it.

If his own teacher could support him back then, Fang Ziye had no reason to fail during Lan Tianluo's tenure as chief resident!

After waiting for another ten minutes or so, and watching the patient being safely wheeled into the operating room, Fang Ziye finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the time again, it was already 2 a.m.

Fang Ziye took out his phone, which was completely empty; there were no missed calls or unread messages.

"Now, I can finally rest," Fang Ziye muttered to himself.

However, Fang Ziye had only taken two steps when his phone rang.

Fang Ziye really wanted to slap himself twice.

How can you say "I can rest" when you're on duty?

"Hello!" Fang Ziye answered the work call.

"Is this Professor Fang? This is Dou Yueyue. I'm sorry to bother you so late."

"The patient who was previously transferred to the ICU experienced ventricular fibrillation and atrial fibrillation twice more, and currently the arteries in both lower limbs are blocked."

"I called the vascular surgery consultation hotline, and they said to treat it with low molecular weight heparin sodium first."

"Do you think there should be any other treatment?" Dou Yueyue's tone was relatively polite. "It trembled three more times? What is the patient's other condition?" Fang Ziye quickly asked.

This patient was half-dead and had to be pulled back from the brink of death by himself. Given the time available, Fang Ziye is unwilling to give up easily.

"I had a CT scan, which didn't show any bleeding, but my blood pressure is still quite unstable."

"My liver and kidney functions are not very good, and my electrolyte levels are constantly fluctuating."

"After you left the operating room, a stent was placed in your heart. At present, the risk of infarction in your vital organs is not high."

"Currently under ECMO-assisted monitoring," Dou Yueyue replied quickly.

"Let me come and take a look first. She's in the ICU, right?" Fang Ziye said.

"Yes, it's in the ICU. Please tell me your name when you come in, and I'll take you there."

“I don’t think the patient’s condition is very optimistic,” Dou Yueyue said in a serious tone.

Fang Ziye hung up the phone and lightly slapped himself a few times.

After entering the intensive care unit wearing scrubs, Fang Ziye changed into a special isolation gown!

However, Fang Ziye didn't even need to mention Dou Yueyue's name, because Dou Yueyue and several nurses had already rushed from the office to the intensive care unit.

A senior nurse said, "Dr. Dou, the heart rate has risen above 135 again. I think it's fibrillation again. We've already increased the pump rate as you ordered..."

Fang Ziye followed.

In the intensive care unit, you can only see the patient's vital signs and a series of test results; there are no monitors like those in the operating room.

"Atrial fibrillation again!~"

Dou Yueyue looked at Fang Ziye: "Professor Fang, do you think ablation therapy is necessary?"

"Why is the patient experiencing such frequent atrial and ventricular fibrillation? Is it because the 'myocardial sleeve' on the large vein is delivering rapid electrical impulses?"

Even after the patient was admitted to the ICU, they underwent multiple color Doppler ultrasound scans, and the ultrasound machine is still sitting by the bedside.

"Let's ask the cardiologist for their opinion; I can't say for sure what's wrong with him right now," Fang Ziye said.

Although Fang Ziye has excellent basic skills, he is not a cardiologist, so he certainly doesn't have a thorough understanding of these theories.

A top orthopedic surgeon certainly knows some routine procedures in cardiology, but he's definitely not that specialized.

Without hesitation, Dou Yueyue dialed the cardiology department's on-call phone again.

The resident was transferred to the second-line consultation class, and finally received a reply from the professor in the third-line consultation class.

"Okay, sure!"

"The cardiologist said this is a malignant arrhythmia, and that an ablation procedure might be better."

"Let's take the patient into the operating room."

"Rongrong, go talk to the family members and get them to sign the papers. Don't waste any time!" Dou Yueyue gave the order without hesitation and didn't ask Fang Ziye for his opinion.

At this moment, Fang Ziye didn't actually have much of an opinion.

Unlike Chen Song's situation at the time, this patient's current arrhythmia has reached an extreme frequency.

If this continues, the heart will eventually stop beating completely.

At that point, it will be organic necrosis...

Half an hour later, there were still nine operating rooms.

Once all pathways were prepared, the patient was ready for interventional surgery once again!
When Professor Bao Qisong of the Department of Cardiology arrived, he immediately noticed Fang Ziye on the stage. After washing his hands, he put on his clothes and said, "Professor Fang, I knew you would be on the stage."

"If it were anyone else, they probably wouldn't dare to send the patient back to the operating room so easily."

As Bao Qisong approached, he smiled knowingly again: "As expected, Professor Fang has already made the preliminary preparations. I just need to wait to take action."

"If this shift keeps going like this, it's good to stop and start again."

Bao Qisong tried his best to liven up the atmosphere, but Fang Ziye ignored him at the moment because he was observing the patient's blood circulation.

That's pretty bad.

Even with the filters installed in the carotid artery and inferior vena cava, the pulmonary emboli from the patient's previous pulmonary embolism had not been eliminated. Now, emboli have appeared in the arteries of both lower limbs, the portal vein, and the inferior mesenteric artery.

If this continues to be tied up like this, it won't be easy to manage.

Furthermore, because the patient has a traumatic illness, it is not advisable to excessively heparinize the whole body!

"Shall we perform ablation first? That way we can address the factors that trigger atrial fibrillation."

“I’ll deal with the remaining blood clots. If this still doesn’t work, then there’s really nothing I can do…” Fang Ziye said.

"We did our best, Professor Fang."

Bao Qisong's tone turned serious again: "Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have survived in the emergency room!"

"Of course, if we still don't survive in the end, all our previous efforts will have been in vain."

"..."

Ablation surgery requires a certain level of skill, but Professor Bao Qisong of the Department of Cardiology performed it with great ease, even though it was a routine procedure that could be performed at a prefecture-level city hospital.

After completing the procedure, Professor Bao Qisong did not leave immediately.

Cardiology also involves interventional procedures, such as thrombectomy.

Currently, most emboli after a myocardial infarction are handled by cardiologists, while thrombi in other parts of the body are handled by vascular surgeons.

However, even after watching Fang Ziye perform thrombectomy again, Bao Qisong couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "Surgery is still surgery."

"These hands are so captivating."

As Bao Qisong spoke, he looked at his gloves: "I always say that my hand size is 7.3. There are no gloves on the market that fit me, which is why I can't perform well."

"It's just a ridiculous excuse."

"Professor Fang, was what you just removed a blood clot from the superior mesenteric artery?"

"Can this kind of blood clot be removed?"

Fang Ziye nodded, and looking at the blood circulation system that had returned to its normal state, he breathed a sigh of relief: "If it can be taken, it will be; if it can't, that's normal."

"The remaining emboli in the small arteries can only be gradually neutralized by heparin or rivaroxaban."

"Anesthesiologist, what are the patient's heart rate and blood pressure? The embolus has been removed."

"Heart rate 102! Blood pressure 102/64!" the anesthesiologist replied.

He was under considerable pressure dealing with this patient who had been admitted to the hospital twice, and he was constantly monitoring the patient's various indicators.

The patient remained in a coma, and ECMO was continuously administered.

Therefore, it's not so easy for the heart to stop beating again. Even if ECMO is stopped, the patient's circulation can be restarted by adjusting the parameters.

"Send him to the ICU... It's up to fate..." Fang Ziye had no other choice.

The phrase "powerless" was deeply etched into Fang Ziye's mind for the first time.

But Fang Ziye did his best, and he did his best within his capabilities.

If he still wants to die, then it's because the King of Hell truly wants him to go, and no one can stop him!
……

The surgery ended at 2:20 PM.

Professor Bao Qisong exchanged a few more greetings with Fang Ziye without disturbing Fang's rest. He knew that Fang had been fighting for most of the night.

He should take a break too; he needs to rest as well.

After sending the patient back to the ICU, Fang Ziye went straight back to the director's office of the trauma surgery department and went to sleep again, wrapped in his clothes.

The night finally came to an end.

……

Fang Ziye finally slept soundly for a full four and a half hours, until a phone call at 7:37 AM completely woke him up.

Fang Ziye thought he had overslept, and it was Lan Tianluo and the others calling.

But upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Dou Yueyue, whom I had just saved as a contact last night.

"Dr. Dou, what's wrong with the patient?" Fang Ziye asked, his heart tightening.

Upon hearing this, Dou Yueyue's breathing quickened several times, and then she hummed in agreement a few times.

"The patient is doing well. Professor Fang, you've been very helpful."

“The family is not paying now. They only paid 20,000 yuan. They said that Professor Fang, they were not there when we had our first surgery and did not know that it would cost so much money.”

"Therefore, they are only willing to pay for the second operation."

"About 20,000."

"Moreover, the patient's family said they couldn't afford to stay in the ICU and wanted to transfer the patient out." Dou Yueyue's tone was somewhat disappointed.

Fang Ziye was taken aback upon hearing this, and his feelings suddenly became complicated: "The patient's family must have said more than just this, right?"

Dou Yueyue said, "Yes, they said they didn't sign anything, they didn't agree to anything, who performed the surgery, who authorized the procedure, and who paid for it."

"Anyway, they don't have the money to pay. They can transfer him out of the ICU, as long as we restore his family members to their pre-surgery state."

"I can't afford it..."

"However, Professor Fang, as you know, this patient was brought in by ambulance yesterday. He was an emergency patient, and the on-call supervisor and the dean's office directly ordered his resuscitation."

"You don't need to be responsible for the expenses, but..."

Fang Ziye said, "Dr. Dou, since you've already brought this up, you might as well explain everything."

"I can handle it all!"

This was not Fang Ziye's responsibility. Fang Ziye was just a doctor; the hospital was tasked with an emergency rescue.

In a situation of extreme urgency, when you receive a task, who can afford to worry about the costs?

So, whoever gave the order should be responsible for the expenses?

Fang Ziye's task was to save the person's life.

"The family members disagreed; the patient's wife's family is wealthy, but they were unwilling to give."

“The patient’s own parents are certainly willing to help, but they can’t come up with that much money. I did a rough calculation yesterday, and it would cost about 200,000 yuan.”

"Even the insurance company probably can't afford that much money!"

"The key issue now is that the patient's wife might also want to claim compensation. That's the gist of the matter..."

A spouse's signature usually takes precedence over that of a parent. According to the law, when a patient is of sound mind and able to express their meaning correctly, they should sign to determine the medical plan; this reflects the patient's right to informed consent.

If a patient loses the ability to make independent decisions, their close relatives, including spouse, parents, and children, are usually considered first, as they are on equal footing and jointly exercise guardianship.

But when it comes to medical care, whoever can afford it has more say in making the decision.

"Where is the child?" Fang Ziye asked.

“The child is a minor,” Dou Yueyue said.

"And since they're all focused on getting compensation, they probably won't care about anything else."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye took a deep breath: "It's a pity the patient was unconscious when he was admitted to the hospital? Sigh..."

This is a mess.

"Professor Fang, that's roughly the situation. There might be more people who want to talk to you later, so I'm letting you know in advance."

"Be prepared. We also need to hand over our shifts, so that's all for now." After explaining, Dou Yueyue hung up the phone.

She wasn't just looking for Fang Ziye to chat.

She knew that Fang Ziye wanted to save this person's life and had done a lot for it, but now...

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye felt a sense of realization.

No matter what, I've done my best.

Actually, there are many other issues surrounding this patient. For example, if his wife can come up with the money, is it her parents' money or joint property of the couple? Do they have any other assets...?

But none of that matters anymore.

Fang Ziye can only save lives, not a person's fate.

"I hope you wake up and won't blame me," Fang Ziye prayed silently.

According to Dou Yueyue, the patient is most likely fine and should be able to wake up.

Whether he can accept reality after waking up is beyond the control of Fang Ziye and Dou Yueyue.

Of course, Fang Ziye saved him not so that he would thank him!
That was Fang Ziye's job, and it just so happened that Fang Ziye was capable of doing it, so he did it.

"Director Fang, you're awake?" Fang Ziye had just stepped out of the director's office when he saw the head nurse and an elderly couple standing at the door. Head nurse Huang Xiaowei was smiling very warmly.

"These are my uncle and aunt. They came here especially to thank you."

"Isn't this a coincidence? The person you had surgery on yesterday was my cousin-in-law..."

“I was also outside the operating room when I heard the professor from the vascular surgery department say that if Director Fang hadn’t rushed back, my cousin-in-law would have been in grave danger.” Huang Xiaowei was familiar with Fang Ziye and readily explained the situation.

"Thank you, Director Fang, you've worked hard."

“We are here on behalf of Xiao Dai to thank you. Xiao Dai is still in the ICU, and my daughter is watching over her downstairs. Xiao Dai’s parents are on their way.”

“I was thinking that since Xiaowei said she knows you, this would be a good opportunity for her to thank you, Professor Fang.”

"We didn't bring much, just a fruit basket for Professor Fang as a small token of our appreciation. Next time, Xiaowei will definitely arrange a meeting with you, Professor Fang, so our family can properly thank you," the elderly man said, taking the lead.

He was just 'Little Dai's' father-in-law.

Fang Ziye nodded upon hearing this: "No need to be so polite, no need to be so polite."

"Yes, uncles and aunts, it's a workday today and we're about to hand over our shifts. I appreciate your thanks, and I'll accept the fruit on behalf of our department."

"You guys go ahead and do your work, we need to go to work."

"I need to go in and find something to eat..." Fang Ziye explained without lingering and pushed open the door to the chief inpatient office.

Turning around, she said, "Head Nurse, please explain this to your aunt and uncle. I was exhausted last night and have been in surgery all day today. I need to take some medicine, otherwise I won't be able to handle it."

Although Fang Ziye's formalities were not very polite, he was actually very warm-hearted.

People need to eat. (End of Chapter)