top student at medical school

Monday, October 1.

At 7:52 a.m., in the chief inpatient office.

Lan Tianluo lay sprawled out, snoring loudly, perfectly embodying the phrase "sleep whenever you can."

"Has Tianluo had breakfast?" Fang Ziye asked Hu Qingyuan, who had already cleaned his mouth.

"As soon as Senior Brother Tianluo came back this morning, he had breakfast with Senior Brother Tianyao and the others, and asked me to wake him up at 7:55." Hu Qingyuan glanced at the time.

"Three minutes left."

“Master, you were supposed to have hot dry noodles, but you got up too late, so only steamed buns are left.”

"Your portion of noodles was eaten by Teacher Li Nuo."

Fang Ziye nodded and raised his right hand: "Steamed buns are also good. They're easy to stuff into your mouth and fill your stomach better."

"Speaking of which, this world is really small. The second surgery we transferred yesterday was for my cousin, the head nurse's husband."

This was the first time Fang Ziye had encountered relatives of two acquaintances since becoming director.

One was his teacher's wife's father, and the second was his head nurse cousin's husband.

Han City is very large, but the network of relationships is not as detached as one might imagine.

"Oh? Really? What a coincidence." Hu Qingyuan threw the box into the trash can and then carefully compared the time.

Lan Tianluo only has five minutes to wash up after getting up, and then she has to hand over the shift and do room checks.

Although Lan Tianluo didn't finish surgery until after 6 a.m., waking him up at 8 a.m. was inhumane, but if Lan Tianluo didn't make rounds, Su Xiao's medical orders would have been 'erroneous' during the execution of the orders after the rounds.

If the medical department approaches Lan Tianluo and tries to add more responsibilities to him, Lan Tianluo will only become more pitiful.

Fang Ziye had gone through the same process before. Hu Qingyuan had worked under Fang Ziye during his internship, so he knew it was necessary...

If I want to pursue a career as a clinician in the future, this step will be unavoidable.

Doctors who haven't experienced the harsh realities of resident physician training are immature.

"How is Ling Fengguang, the one who's been following you?" Fang Ziye asked.

Ling Fengguang was a student from the same university who applied for a master's degree in orthopedics. He was fairly honest and quite shrewd, and he subtly hinted at his intentions to Fang Ziye many times.

Although Ling Fengguang wasn't the only undergraduate student who came to Fang Ziye, he was among the most quick-witted and resourceful.

Although his grades weren't particularly good, and he wasn't a guaranteed postgraduate admission like Hu Qingyuan, Fang Ziye knew that he couldn't recruit exceptionally outstanding geniuses every year.

If Ling Fengguang is still capable, then bail him out.

"It's a bit slippery!" Hu Qingyuan frowned slightly.

He immediately added, "But he's not the kind of cunning person with ulterior motives. He must have been mentored by someone in the civil service system in his family. He's good at doing things and dealing with people, and he's deliberately learned how to do things."

Fang Ziye's gaze sharpened: "So, the traces of Photoshop are very obvious?"

She is indeed clever and shrewd, but Fang Ziye doesn't like her overly deliberate emotional control.

"That's how it is for now, he's quite diligent! ~ I can't see anything else," Hu Qingyuan said.

Hu Qingyuan's skill level is just so-so. He has only been in clinical practice for a little over half a month. Although his skills have improved relatively quickly and his knowledge base is relatively rich, Hu Qingyuan's knowledge base has not yet been fully transformed into practical knowledge.

It's not widely used.

"Then let's keep taking him along and see. Give him a hint and see how he can persuade the undergraduate academic affairs office to allow him to stay in the orthopedics department for a long-term internship."

"If we can't even handle this, then we can only rely on fate in the end." Fang Ziye didn't make any high demands on Ling Fengguang.

Getting things done with the undergraduate academic affairs office is not difficult and does not require particularly good grades.

But how Ling Fengguang will handle it is up to him to reveal his true nature under certain circumstances, and there is no standard answer.

"Okay, Master." Hu Qingyuan nodded, coughed, and leaned over to pat Lan Tianluo.

"Senior brother, get up! It's 7:55!"

Lan Tianluo's eyes snapped open. He had only slept for a little over an hour, and his eyes were as red as a rabbit's.

After getting up, he saw Fang Ziye eating a steamed bun and quickly called out, "Senior Brother."

"You can skip the surgery later and take a nap while you can."

"Generally speaking, unless you're extremely unlucky, there aren't many emergency consultations in the morning."

"In addition, although Feng Junfeng has completed three years of clinical residency training, his ability to interpret images is relatively average. You should still take a closer look at the patients he has consulted," Fang Ziye instructed.

Feng Junfeng is Fang Ziye's student and is currently the chief resident assistant, primarily handling consultations.

Feng Junfeng can handle simple consultations; his image reading level is probably a little over level 2, but not quite level 3.

"Senior brother, I also wanted to tell you this. Did Feng Junfeng not practice watching films before?" Lan Tianlu complained before pushing the door open and walking out.

When Fang Ziye looked at Hu Qingyuan, Hu Qingyuan immediately straightened his back. His film-reading skills were even worse than Hu Qingyuan's. Hu Qingyuan had already been looked down upon by Lan Tianluo, so his abilities were definitely not up to par.

"Don't be nervous, you need to learn slowly. But let Feng Junfeng work with me for the outpatient clinic this week, and you can come back this afternoon."

“I need to check his basic skills,” Fang Ziye said.

Hu Qingyuan's skill level is around level 2.

The reason Fang Ziye said he was around level 2 is that Hu Qingyuan is more skilled at reading abdominal X-rays. He probably worked hard on reading X-rays in general surgery during his internship, but he didn't have much experience in orthopedics, so his level is slightly lower.

"Okay, Master, I still need some time to digest the material you organized for me last time..."

After Hu Qingyuan finished speaking, he sighed: "Clinical work is really difficult, Master. Before, I was like a headless fly, not knowing how to exert any effort."

"Now that I've found my direction, it feels like I've entered a maze. It seems like there are paths no matter which way I go, but I haven't progressed enough."

Unlike internships, professional graduate students only scratch the surface of the knowledge base of each discipline during their undergraduate studies in medicine.

For postgraduate students with a vocational college degree, it is necessary to delve into specific aspects, thoroughly understand certain points, identify the underlying connections, and form their own knowledge framework.

Specialized PhDs, on the other hand, need to fill in more gaps in their knowledge base...

These are just the basics of understanding; one must also keep up with the fundamentals of practical skills and strive to be able to assist in some surgical procedures during the professional graduate program. This is the main task of the student stage.

Fang Ziye had no interest in discussing things with Hu Qingyuan. After stuffing the rest of the second steamed bun into his mouth, he began to swallow it down with water.

Whether this kind of eating is healthy or not is another matter!
If you've stayed up so late, and you still have to eat breakfast slowly and carefully to avoid hurting your stomach, then who can you complain to about how staying up late damages your mind and internal organs?
The medical profession, to some extent, involves both physical and mental labor...

After more than twenty days, the admissions and discharges of patients in the department, as well as the turnover of postoperative patients, have gradually gotten back on track.

Shift changes have become increasingly routine.

After the shift handover, Fang Ziye took the opportunity to report the data that the dean had sent to the group: "Last night, our hospital's emergency department received a total of 29 trauma-related patients, including 14 critically ill patients."

"I'm talking about trauma-related issues."

"Our trauma surgery department treated a total of twenty patients and performed nineteen emergency surgeries."

"Of these, three died..."

"This ratio is quite impressive. For critically injured trauma patients, it's 3 out of 14, and that's with eleven patients being treated almost simultaneously. To achieve such a high success rate is a testament to the hard work of all of us."

"Especially Chief Resident Lan Tianluo, according to incomplete statistics, he performed a total of eleven surgeries, large and small, last night!"

"One night, from 7 p.m. to 6:30 a.m. this morning, a total of eleven hours..."

Zeng Duoqin and the others were stunned when they heard this data. Then Professor Zeng Duoqin said incredulously, "Tianluo saw so many patients by himself yesterday?"

"how did you do that?"

Lan Tianluo's dark circles were quite noticeable, and he forced a bitter smile: "Teacher Zeng, it's all from being overworked and forced into this state."

Zeng Duoqin gave Lan Tianluo two thumbs up, and then didn't delve deeper into the topic.

Fang Ziye then added, "There is another point I would like to emphasize."

"Although our department is newly opened, we are also facing the end of the year."

"It's not long before the Chinese New Year, so we need to communicate fully with the patient's family. If the patient's family has a strong desire to go home for the New Year, we can postpone the surgery."

"As the year draws to a close, it's best to avoid any surgeries other than emergency procedures."

"Even if the patient is willing to have the procedure done, we try to postpone it until after the new year."

“Head Nurse, how about we start calling the patients who made appointments this Wednesday and ask them to come back after the New Year?”

"Speaking of which, today is already the Little New Year, which is the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month in our area. Therefore, we still need to control the rhythm of admitting patients."

"According to the data I have seen, the number of surgeries in our ward this month, as well as the proportion of level IV surgeries, is still very high."

"Although the number of surgeries is not as high as other surgical departments, the difficulty of the surgeries is actually quite high. Even if we don't get the monthly performance bonus, there is no need to rush to increase the number of surgeries. The quality of the surgeries should be the priority."

Head Nurse Huang Xiaowei laughed: "Director Fang, our ward has the highest cumulative number of inpatients."

"The reason why some departments have a high number of surgeries is because they have a lot of emergency surgeries, such as gastrointestinal surgery in general surgery, including appendicitis."

Fang Ziye retorted, "Don't worry about what kind of surgery they're having. If our hospital's attending physicians can calmly perform appendectomy, the quality of the surgery will definitely be good."

"Nothing else is special. Today is another surgery day for both our group and Professor Wang's group, so let's leave it at that for now..."

"Now we'll begin ward rounds, then head to the operating room."

After finishing his shift handover, Fang Ziye led his team toward the wards.

However, before Fang Ziye even reached the ward, he received a call from Zheng Jiong, the director of the medical affairs department.

Fang Ziye handed over the task of leading the ward rounds to Li Nuo and Lan Tianluo, then went to a secluded corner to answer the phone: "Director Zheng."

"Professor Fang, are you busy? There's something here that might require your assistance. It won't take up much of your time!"

Dou Yueyue had hinted at it before, and Fang Ziye knew what it was about: "Director Zheng, today is my surgery day, do I really have to be there?"

"This is an emergency case! Logically, the dean's office and the on-call supervisor should have been able to schedule it."

Zheng Jiong replied, "Professor Fang, please come over first. There's nothing particularly difficult, but you just need to step in."

“After all, the patient’s family members are also human beings. In the spirit of humanitarian care, it would be undignified for you not to show up at all when we are handling the situation.”

“Okay…I’ll come right after I finish my rounds…” Since Zheng Jiong had put it that way, Fang Ziye really couldn’t refuse.

As soon as Fang Ziye entered the ward, he saw his teacher's wife sitting on the family bench in bed number three.

Having already started her winter break, she had the time to act as a patient's family member, taking turns with her mother to care for her father.

Fang Ziye was taken aback, then realized that Lan Tianlu had used his connections to bring Yuan Weihong's uncle over ahead of time.

Yuan Weihong did not explicitly tell himself about such a trivial matter.

It's impossible for Fang Ziye to keep track of the specific identities of all the hospitalized patients every day.

"Teacher's wife, Uncle, Aunt," Fang Ziye said as he entered the room.

"Director Fang, we've finally moved in. We had an appointment to transfer to another department, but it took a long time to book," the professor's wife explained.

When can my dad have his surgery scheduled?

Lan Tianluo glanced at Fang Ziye and said, "Senior brother, only two surgeries are scheduled for Wednesday! We can add one more if necessary."

"My uncle's vital signs are all okay, and his recovery after the emergency surgery is going well. However, the blood circulation in his lower limbs is quite poor, and he needs surgery as soon as possible."

"Then let's schedule it for Wednesday," Fang Ziye nodded.

"How's your appetite lately..." Fang Ziye began to speak in a businesslike manner.

……

After finishing his rounds, Fang Ziye glared at Lan Tianluo.

"Your teacher's father was admitted to the hospital, and you didn't even tell me? Tianluo."

Lan Tianluo said, "Senior brother, I am also Master's student. If I can handle it, there's no need for you to make things difficult for me."

“Master knows you are in a dilemma, so he doesn’t dare to bother you.”

"I need to go to the medical department. You go and rest. Take advantage of the free time and sleep for as long as you can..."

"The only task of the chief resident is to keep patients alive. If you live, try your best to keep the patients alive as well." Fang Ziye pushed Lan Tianluo into the chief resident's office.

Lan Tianluo didn't stand on ceremony with Fang Ziye.

Hospitalization is always a long-term process. It's not like you can stay up all night yesterday and not stay up today. If you're unlucky, it's not impossible to go a week without sleep. You can only try to sleep whenever you can find the time.

Furthermore, it's impossible to add a chief resident at the new hospital campus.

The trauma surgery department now has three chief residents, and with the addition of several other subspecialties in orthopedics, there are a total of eight chief residents.

In the same year, eight people in the orthopedics department can be directly appointed as attending physicians from resident physicians. If you are still not satisfied, then you are being a bit too greedy.

……

At the entrance of the Medical Affairs Department and the Complaints Management Office!
Zheng Jiong waited for Fang Ziye in person. After Fang Ziye appeared, he quickly stepped forward to shake hands with him: "Professor Fang, you've arrived."

"There's good news. People from the Provincial Health Commission are here to inspect the quality of emergency medical care. It happened last night."

"You single-handedly saved two lives, that's an absolutely great achievement, and it just happened to bring the actual death toll down."

"You should know what I mean..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye squeezed Zheng Jiong's hand tightly: "Director Zheng, is this what you called me here to talk about?"

Damn it, credit is credit, but I still need surgery. Can't we talk this afternoon?

Zheng Jiong then whispered in Fang's ear, "Professor Fang, it's like this, the patient you were trying to save for a long time yesterday, right? His family isn't well-off, he's quite poor, isn't he?"

"But who knew, his father stepped in. His father has a cousin, who is the patient's uncle, and is a retired provincial governor in Hubei Province!" "His father called to borrow money."

Fang Ziye looked at Zheng Jiong with surprise: "How could his family be so poor?"

The relationship between cousins ​​isn't that distant.

"So you have to admire this senior! He was upright and honest, and his integrity was impeccable."

"One of the people from the National Health Commission came because of this senior official."

"They made the call in the early hours of last night, and the driver was apprehended at 7:20 this morning!"

“The insurance company arrived at 8:10,” Zheng Jiong said.

When Fang Ziye entered the office, he saw an elderly couple with silver hair. The couple looked quite old, probably close to seventy.

They all looked honest and simple, and when they saw Fang Ziye, they planned to kneel down and thank him.

This scene startled everyone inside.

Fang Ziye quickly helped them up, saying, "Uncle, Aunt, you are both elders, you mustn't do this! You're shortening my lifespan and diminishing my blessings!"

"I can't afford to take that responsibility."

Let alone Fang Ziye being too young to take on the role, even if Fang Ziye were fifty or sixty years old, he still wouldn't be able to take it.

In modern society, there is no such thing as kneeling as a form of greeting.

Sure enough, after Fang Ziye said that, the old couple stopped insisting on kneeling.

"Dr. Fang, Professor Fang, Director Fang, you are a good person, a good doctor."

"My son is alive thanks to you."

"Your medical skills are superb, and your character is noble. You are my son's savior. Once my son wakes up, I will definitely thank you in person, Professor Fang..."

"Thank you so much. We're an old couple, but we're not very fortunate. We've only raised this one son in our lives." The old man was quite simple and honest.

They believed that Fang Ziye had saved their son's life without them paying any money, which was an act of kindness, and that Fang Ziye had orchestrated it.

Faced with the elderly couple's gratitude, Fang Ziye's heart instantly felt at ease.

What was previously confusing and slightly frustrating has become completely clear.

"It's alright, it's alright, old folks, you're too kind. Actually, right now, the most important thing for you isn't to thank me, but to wait patiently for your son to recover."

"He is still in the ICU and has not completely passed the critical period. He needs someone to take care of him."

"right?"

"I am very grateful that you thought of thanking me, but there are priorities."

"I appreciate your gratitude..."

As Fang Ziye was speaking, the phone rang.

Fang Ziye picked it up with one hand, and after seeing that it was indeed a professor of spinal surgery, he immediately said, "I have an appointment with a professor of spinal surgery to perform surgery. I'm going to take this call."

"Director Zheng, old man..." Fang Ziye then nodded to the two leaders from the Provincial Health Commission and spoke with them.

"Excuse me, I need to take this call." Fang Ziye stepped aside.

Zheng Jiong and his group explained the situation to the two elderly people and arranged for someone to take them back to the ICU.

Afterwards, Zheng Jiong continued to talk with the two "leaders" from the Provincial Health Commission.

……

"Professor Wang! You've arrived? I'm sorry, I was called to the medical affairs department to handle some matters."

"Didn't Hu Qingyuan come?"

"You're here! Please wait a moment longer, I'll be right down from the operating room. I'm so sorry, Professor Wang, something came up unexpectedly." Fang Ziye quickly apologized to Wang Ou.

The functional reconstruction surgery to be performed this time is related to spinal cord injury.

Even if Fang Ziye were extremely "aloof", he wouldn't dare to perform functional reconstruction surgery on such a patient alone without the participation of a spinal surgeon.

The two had completed their pre-operative discussions both online and in person, and the surgery was scheduled to take place today.

Of course, Professor Wang Ou drove over herself. After all, they are both from the same hospital, and she is a professor of spinal surgery, so she can be considered half family.

Professor Wang Ou didn't put on airs and came over on her own.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye walked to the entrance of the medical department, intending to give Zheng Jiong some instructions.

The three of them happened to be looking at Fang Ziye.

"Professor Fang, let me introduce you. This is Director Qu, and this is Director Lao," Zheng Jiong introduced Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye didn't really understand, but when he heard the name Director Qu, his ears instinctively perked up.

"Director Qu, Director Lao, hello, I am Fang Ziye from the Department of Orthopedics. I've met you both before." Fang Ziye said politely with a smile.

The two directors, who had been smiling amicably, immediately changed their expressions. Director Qu even said, "Professor Fang, there's no need to be so formal with those terms of 'leader'."

“I’m a few years older than you. If Professor Fang doesn’t mind, you can call me Brother Qu or Little Qu.”

"Professor Fang is a top-ranked and well-known expert in our Health Commission. If the two of us wanted to visit him, we wouldn't even be able to get a chance."

The Provincial Health Commission has many offices and quite a few directors.

Moreover, the circle that Fang Ziye is now involved in cannot be defined by a single provincial health commission.

Therefore, it's a bit of an exaggeration for Director Qu to say that he couldn't get a chance to visit Fang Ziye, but if Fang Ziye doesn't give him face, there's nothing he can do.

Fang Ziye's files are all in the higher-level department of the Provincial Health Commission, and now he has been transferred to the mysterious military sanatorium. How can he possibly manage him?

"Brother Qu, you're being too modest."

"Thank you so much for what happened last time. You were kind enough to save me a lot of trouble." Fang Ziye certainly remembered that incident, so he brought it up right then and there.

The two had never met before.

The fact that the other party is willing to go to such lengths for you shows your goodwill.

"Professor Fang, aren't you being too kind?"

“If an expert like you always spends time dealing with things like this, how much time would that waste?”

"Your main task is still to serve the old leader..."

Director Qu was halfway through his sentence when he slipped out a phrase and immediately changed to an official tone: "It's about solving the health problems of ordinary people."

"This is a matter of great importance to people's well-being."

Therefore, those who can pass the civil service exam are all just smooth talkers.

The previous sentence was what Director Qu meant by solving problems for former leaders or other individuals.

But he can make up for it quickly.

"Anyway, thank you Director Qu." Fang Ziye continued to express his gratitude.

Zheng Jiong then asked what the matter was.

Director Qu gave Zheng Jiong a brief introduction...

The group chatted amiably, while Fang Ziye was anxious to find a chance to leave.

Coming to the medical affairs department is a waste of time. Although Zheng Jiong, the director of the medical affairs department, is somewhat reasonable, he still cannot empathize with Fang Ziye and other clinicians.

What Fang Ziye needs now is time to have surgery, not to come here and fawn over others.

Of course, Zheng Jiong meant well, and he had to do it.

Because if Fang Ziye were any more narrow-minded, and if Zheng Jiong had met with the leader, the leader would have come specifically for Fang Ziye. But Zheng Jiong didn't call Fang Ziye and report the credit in front of him.

Zheng Jiong also felt that it would be inappropriate to directly confront Fang Ziye in the future.

Fang Ziye's abilities have long exceeded the scope of the medical affairs department's control.

In a regular hospital, the medical affairs department is the father of all clinical doctors, including the head of the department.

The medical affairs department of a top-tier hospital is the "big brother" of all associate chief physicians and some chief physicians.

In top-tier teaching hospitals, top professors are like the "big daddies" of the medical affairs department! When they get angry, they'll definitely want you replaced, and your connections might not be as strong as theirs.

This is the network and connections of professors at top hospitals.

Fang Ziye is not yet fully mature, but his network of connections already extends to high levels. It's unimaginable how far his network will go in the future.

After Fang Ziye left.

Director Qu watched Fang Ziye's retreating figure thoughtfully: "This Professor Fang is quite interesting; he's actually really that busy."

Although Director Qu had anticipated that Fang Ziye wouldn't be too polite to him, this was still far too impolite; he declined to sit down and have a drink of water with him before leaving.

Director Lao understood what Director Qu meant and quickly said, "If Professor Fang weren't so busy, he probably wouldn't have this level of technology now, and he wouldn't have reached his current position."

"Director Qu, please don't overthink it."

Director Lao's words had a double meaning.

Director Qu is no different from the other 'directors' in the Provincial Health Commission. Don't even think about going head-to-head with Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye's file does not have to be in Hubei Province, but Fang Ziye himself must be in Hubei Province.

Otherwise, you'll never even have the chance to work in a quiet government office in your entire life.

Unless you are truly penniless!
Having no desires or wants is no longer your safe haven.

Nowadays, the pharmacy industry is not only highly sought after by the Provincial Health Commission, but also by the Science and Technology Department and those in charge of economic affairs.

Don't you understand how sought-after a man who is technically skilled, knows how to please his superiors, and can make money is?
Director Qu immediately glanced back at Director Lao and said, "Professor Lao, please don't criticize me. I just think Professor Fang is working too hard."

"Didn't you just hear what Director Zheng said? Professor Fang was working until midnight yesterday."

“If such a talented person doesn’t get enough rest and becomes unwell, it will be a loss for the whole country.”

"Professor Fang's intentions are consistent with those of our National Health Commission. They are not limited to one disease or one person, but rather focus on the overall situation."

"He just doesn't care about a certain group of people, but he cares about the majority of ordinary people!" Director Qu is very good at speaking.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jiong's expression changed drastically, and he quickly asked, "Directors, please come in and sit down..."

"From what you two are saying, does Professor Fang from our hospital have any other plans?"

Director Qu said, "That's natural. The National Health Commission recently issued a letter to vigorously promote new drug research and development, and to fully support major and new research projects. We need to focus on the research and development of treatments for new diseases and strive to keep up with the medical advancements of the new era..."

"Professor Fang is on the core recommendation list, which requires our province to allocate certain resources to him."

"We're here today not only to check the quality of medical care in the emergency room yesterday, but also, more importantly, for Professor Fang Ziye at your new hospital."

"The rest of the names from your Zhongnan Hospital are all at the old campus..."

Upon hearing this, Director Zheng Jiong frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed, saying, "Thank you both for your hard work. It's a pity that Professor Fang was too busy to hear this good news; otherwise, he would be very happy."

"On behalf of Professor Fang from our hospital, I would like to express my gratitude to both of you..."

Director Qu said, "Director Zheng, Professor Fang is an exceptionally talented person. You should try to find a way to keep him here..."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jiong's brows furrowed again.

Is this something I can actually do?

……

Professor Wang Ou is 49 years old, of medium height and average build, but very handsome.

Even as he approaches fifty, he still exudes a refined and elegant air, truly a handsome man.

Wang Ou watched Fang Ziye enter the locker room, then leaned over to watch him take off his clothes, and even pinched his firm muscles: "Never trained, these are natural muscles."

"She has a great figure, just like I did when I was young. It's a pity she's gained some weight now."

Fang Ziye didn't mince words: "Professor Wang, you are at your peak at this age. Your skills, experience, physical strength, and knowledge are all at their best."

"This is the age when we will be able to shoulder heavy responsibilities."

"I'm getting old!" Wang Ou shook her head and sighed.

"Compared to Professor Fang, I'm old in every way."

"For example, this time, you invited me six times, and I refused five times. In the end, I couldn't resist you, so I dared to come and join your nonsense."

"If we go back another ten years or so, to the first time you invited me, I probably would have come," Wang Ou said with a self-deprecating laugh.

Fang Ziye pursed his lips: "Thank you, Professor Wang, for understanding my overestimation of my abilities!"

"But you have to walk the road to know if it's suitable or not. Even if it doesn't succeed, even if the chances are very small, you still have to try."

"Professor Wang, if it really fails, you won't be held responsible."

Fang Ziye knew that Professor Wang Ou must have suffered a harsh blow from society and reality after rejecting him so many times.

Wang Ou, hands on her hips and head tilted, cursed, "Fang Ziye, are you looking down on me?"

"I'm standing here, why should you take the blame?"

Wang Ou patted her biceps: "Come on, feel your teacher Wang's muscles?"

As expected, Wang Ou used the style of an orthopedic surgeon, speaking in the most masculine tone with the most outrageous manner. (End of Chapter)