top student at medical school

Fang Ziye held his hands out to his chest, raised his head slightly, and stared blankly in the direction of the operating light.

The operating lights are focused on the operating table and will not shine into Fang Ziye's field of vision.

The steady beeping of the anesthesia monitor was peaceful and regular, inducing sleep.

The circulating nurse slowly put down her phone, her gaze drifting away from the people in the operating room, her heart beginning to race.

The operating table was surrounded by a group of surgeons, but the surgery was temporarily suspended, which was not a good sign.

This kind of omen is no less significant than an anesthesiologist suddenly standing up and announcing something...

The scrub nurse sat on the instrument table, her hands unsure of what to do. Her small hands held the bone-removing instrument, lifting and lowering it with her fingers supporting it, without making a crisp clanging sound.

The medical device suppliers who were going into the operating room to provide various instruments also gathered in a corner of the operating room, stopped talking, and looked slightly surprised.

The atmosphere in the operating room froze at that moment.

Several medical device vendors realized the surgical atmosphere was heading in a strange direction and began to sit up straight...

Hu Qingyuan and the intern stopped whispering to each other.

This continued for a full five minutes.

Wang Ou coughed lightly, reminding Fang Ziye not to always pretend to be profound.

Fang Ziye's standing posture was indeed interrupted. He lowered his head slightly, glanced at the surgical field again, and closed his eyes: "Close the abdomen, stop the surgery, I'll go talk to the family."

"Mmm." Wang Ou's double eyelids widened to the point of being round, and her eyes were as big as plates.

"Guan...Guan Fu?"

Fang Ziye began to back away, his tone resolute, and then he started to remove his gloves: "Yes, abdominal closure. The surgical plan for this patient is still not perfect. We just explored the area, and he deserves better."

Wang Ou was extremely anxious: "Fang Ziye, have you gone mad?"

"There's no such thing as diagnostic surgery for lumbar spinal canal injuries. It's not a tumor, and it's certainly not an emergency surgery!"

"You can operate as you intend."

Fang Ziye's announcement of closing the abdomen at this time is nothing short of a joke.

Fang Ziye looked at Wang Ou: "Professor Wang, I know, but I can't do that!"

"Close the abdomen, postpone the surgery, and perform the surgery after the New Year."

"The quality of surgery can be improved."

Wang Ou lowered her voice, her tone turning colder: "Then how are you going to explain this to the patient's family? An exploratory laparotomy? Nothing was done and he's gone? He just had to go through surgery for nothing?"

"He'll report you, and he'll be sure to report you every time!"

Fang Ziye remained silent for a moment, then nodded firmly: "Go ahead and report it."

"Given the patient's current condition, we need to reconsider this surgery."

"You should have thought this through before the surgery!" Wang Ou shouted angrily.

"Surgery is not child's play. Once it starts, there's no stopping it midway. Fang Ziye, don't joke around."

Fang Ziye said, "I'm not joking, Professor Wang. Closing the abdomen now is the best option. Otherwise, both the patient and I will regret it later!"

"Even if he doesn't understand me, I can't completely cut off his escape route! If I haven't thought it through yet, I can choose to deal with him."

"But after seeing his situation, I've thought it through!"

"There can be a better solution."

"I'll take responsibility myself!" Fang Ziye met Wang Ou's gaze, his expression no longer showing much emotion.

In fact, Fang Ziye also felt a little wronged. How could he not know the consequences of announcing the closure of the abdomen at this moment?

However, while the first bite of crab is undoubtedly delicious, this is also the price you have to pay for it.

It's better to end it sooner rather than later if you regret it.

Fang Ziye needs to overturn the previous surgical plan.

Because before this, Fang Ziye had never had the opportunity to personally witness the actual situation of a human spinal cord injury, nor would anyone have given him an opportunity to dissect and expose the body to him.

The results observed in animal models differed too greatly from actual human physical characteristics. Therefore, Fang Ziye had no choice but to postpone the surgery.

Fang Ziye had already made his decision, so Wang Ou stopped trying to persuade him: "Fang Ziye, I'm reminding you one last time, you need to think this through."

"Your decision isn't about whether to eat rice or noodles for lunch today."

“Once you make a decision, it could affect your entire life. What I mean is, if public opinion gets out of control…”

"I try my best to explain things clearly to the patient's family. If I can't explain it clearly, I will accept whatever they want."

"However, the solutions we discussed before were all incomplete. Even if they could solve part of the problem, they would cut off all possibilities of continuing to solve the problem."

"If I actually did that, I would definitely regret it."

"Teacher Wang, I really regret this!!" Fang Ziye had already taken off his clothes and gloves...

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he walked quickly out of the operating room. Judging from his posture, he was probably going to talk to the patient's family.

The moment Fang Ziye left, Wang Ou yelled, "Isn't anyone in charge? Why aren't you calling Deng Yong? Are you just standing there waiting to die?"

Hu Qingyuan was taken aback by the shout, but then immediately started searching through his contacts to make a call.

No matter how crazy Fang Ziye is, this is no small matter. We must notify Deng Yong, the chief of orthopedics, immediately, and even call the Gong family and professors to have them come forward and prepare a response plan.

The circulating nurses in the operating room were in chaos, the anesthesiologists were in chaos, and the medical equipment suppliers were in chaos.

Wang Ou and the others on the operating table were also somewhat flustered.

However, Sun Shaoqing, who knew Fang Ziye better, explained: "Professor Wang, Fang Ziye stopped the surgery because he was responsible to the patient and to the operation."

"He's not someone who fools around."

Wang Ou shouted: "The family won't listen!"

"The patient won't listen!"

"Either don't start a show, or if you do, you should at least come up with a plausible reason."

"What kind of nonsense is it to open up a patient's body, take a look, and then close it again?"

“Our country’s laws do not support this.”

"The diagnosis of spinal cord injury does not rely on diagnostic surgery!!!"

"Ah!~" Wang Ou looked up at the ceiling, let out a painful low growl, and then gritted her teeth and said.

"Why did I come? Why did I have to go crazy with Fang Ziye?"

However, Wang Ou only roared for two seconds before opening her eyes and shouting, "Li Nuo, step down!"

“Go outside and tell the patient’s family that I have assessed their condition and they are only suitable for a first-stage exploration to decompress the nerve canal. We will find an opportunity to perform surgery in the second stage.”

"I persuaded Director Fang, and Fang Ziye listened to my advice, so the surgical plan was temporarily changed. It had to be changed based on the actual situation!"

"I'm going right now!"

"Run over there!"

Wang Ou didn't let her words go unanswered.

A talent like Fang Ziye shouldn't be facing so much pressure at such a young age. So even though Wang Ou has suffered losses and hardships before, she has to shoulder this burden for Fang Ziye.

This has nothing to do with cultivating interpersonal relationships; it's simply that as an elder, having seen a genius in the industry, I felt compelled to step on Fang Ziye to prevent him from falling into the abyss.

Li Nuo ran out and stopped Fang Ziye at the door of the operating room. She then quickly relayed Professor Wang Ou's original words.

Fang Ziye nodded after hearing this: "Okay, Master Nuo, please thank Teacher Wang for me when you get back."

"I won't pretend to be high and mighty, but if I were to perform nerve replacement surgery on him today, I would definitely regret it!"

"Neural replacement surgery is a procedure that involves permanently losing some functions in exchange for the potential to regain some functions."

“I just had a better idea, so I can’t do that,” Fang Ziye explained to Li Nuo.

"I believe in your business!"

“But you’re so incredibly fertile.” Li Nuo’s expression was somewhat conflicted, but the conflict couldn’t last forever.

Li Nuo chose to return the way he came.

With Professor Wang Ou's explanation, the conversation became a little easier.

This is actually a compromise: nerve decompression prepares the patient for a second-stage surgery, a common surgical procedure in spinal surgery.

This is how common surgeries are performed. This type of spinal cord injury requires two or even three stages of surgery, which has been discussed many times before the operation.

Although the patient's family found it puzzling, they didn't say much.

Fang Ziye easily cured a spinal cord injury that no one in the world could treat. Do you think the world has gone mad, or Fang Ziye has gone mad?

Even gods among humankind must have a limit.

Even a god like Mr. Yuan, a living legend, wouldn't dare to dream of achieving a yield of 10,000 or 100,000 catties per mu...

"Auntie, brother, uncle's situation is still very complicated."

"Therefore, the first phase cannot solve the problem directly. It's like planting crops; we need to loosen the soil beforehand to prepare for planting the seeds later."

"This decision was made after careful discussion with Professor Wang from the Department of Spinal Surgery. It was also something we anticipated before the operation, that we would need two or even three phases to complete the surgery sequentially."

“Going from nothing to something requires a gradual process,” Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye's explanation did not elicit any rebuttal, but the old man's daughter quickly asked, "Dr. Fang, will my father's condition improve after this surgery?"

Even just a little bit?

Fang Ziye was silent for a while, then shook his head: "This surgery is just a simple decompression, and it will not improve the symptoms. It's like building a house; we've only drawn up the blueprints on paper, and it's not time to start construction yet."

"But the good news is that after our investigation, we believe that the prognosis of this surgery may have room for further improvement, although the timeframe will be delayed."

"This is actually good. My uncle can be discharged after the incision heals, go home for the Chinese New Year, and then come back for a second surgery."

"It won't cause any delays."

"We're all aiming for a better final surgical outcome."

"What about the cost of this surgery?" the daughter asked.

Fang Ziye said, "There are basically no costs, only a small amount for anesthesia and a table opening fee. After reimbursement, it will probably only be a few hundred yuan..."

"Don't worry, we didn't perform any special surgery, so there will definitely be no charge."

……

After Fang Ziye finished explaining, he turned around.

Fang Ziye knew that he had lied to the patient's family; the truth was not what Professor Wang Ou had said at all.

However, communication is meant to solve problems, not create them.

If an agreement could be reached with the patient's family through tactful means, Fang Ziye wouldn't be so impulsive as to make himself seem invincible.

However, Fang Ziye became unusually silent after returning to the operating room.

After thanking Professor Wang Ou immediately, I calmly answered the phone calls from Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong.

After briefly explaining the cause and effect and how to handle the problem, the two teachers didn't ask any more questions.

But he also made it clear on the phone that Fang Ziye should remember Wang Ou's favor.

Although Fang Ziye is the head of the ward, he is definitely not as capable of handling things as a legitimate professor.

Professors and chief physicians are their biggest safe haven and the source of their confidence to take on responsibilities openly.

The professors at Zhongnan Hospital can barely be called experts even on a national scale, not just some fake "experts" from a prefecture-level city hospital!
After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye remained even more silent.

Li Nuo had previously worked in spinal surgery, so he was very adept at closing incisions.

After handling some details, Wang Ou handed the surgery over to Li Nuo, then roughly dragged Fang Ziye out of the operating room and down into the changing room!
"Ziye, you're not making fun of your teacher Wang, are you?" Wang Ou questioned Fang Ziye.

Although she knew Fang Ziye wasn't joking or treating the patient like a toy, today's scene still made Wang Ou feel a bit disoriented.

The surgery was performed, then it wasn't.

Fang Ziye abruptly stopped the surgery midway through!
Fang Ziye lowered his head slightly: "I'm sorry, Professor Wang, I wasn't fully prepared for this surgery. My understanding of spinal surgery is not deep enough."

"So? The plan wasn't fully prepared before the surgery, which caused you trouble."

Wang Ou smacked Fang Ziye on the head: "Is this some kind of troublesome thing? You scared me to death."

"Good heavens?!"

Wang Ou took a deep breath and touched the spot where Fang Ziye had been hit: "However, I still admire you for being able to have surgery without the need for surgery itself."

"But next time, remember to find a compromise; too much rigidity leads to breakage."

Fang Ziye immediately said, "Teacher Wang, what I told you is my truest thought. If I were to go out and communicate with the patient's family, I certainly wouldn't say that."

"I would say that in the first phase, we performed peripheral nerve decompression surgery to clear out the nerves that control limb function in preparation for later use."

"So, what are your thoughts on this surgery?" Wang Ou asked.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Yes, Teacher Wang."

"My previous line of thinking was wrong, but it wasn't really wrong!"

"Since the spinal cord is continuous and the nerves originating from it are segmental, is it possible that nerve bundles below the spinal cord can connect to the upper spinal cord in another way...?"

"It's not impossible!"

"Teacher Wang, if this problem can be resolved, then the result will only be 0 or 1!"

"The patient's peripheral nerves are intact. As long as they can receive transmission from higher neurons again, their function can even be restored immediately."

"It's not a localized structural injury, but rather a localized injury to the conduction system!"

"It's a localized organic lesion..."

Fang Ziye's explanation seemed clear to him, but to Wang Ou, who had never imagined that spinal cord injury could be reversed, it only made his head ache.

"Stop, stop, stop. Don't tell me your guesses and thoughts yet. Organize these things and sort them out before telling me your ideas."

"I don't want to guess..."

"I'd already been guessing for ages and my head was spinning," Wang Ou said.

Good heavens, Fang Ziye has come up with a new idea.

Fang Ziye's previous suggestions to Wang Ou almost turned his hair completely white.

For almost a month now, Wang Ou had been relentlessly battered by Fang Ziye's thought process and ideas. He wanted to take a break and slack off. Fang Ziye's way of thinking was truly beyond human comprehension.

"Teacher Wang, you should go and rest first..."

"I'm so sorry, I'll come to your house tonight to personally offer you a toast and apologize and thank you!" Fang Ziye said.

As the lead surgeon, the sudden interruption of the operation must have frightened Wang Ou.

However, Wang Ou was quite considerate and didn't lose her temper. Instead, she was willing to stand up for herself, which makes her a very worthy friend.

"You can drink alcohol, but you still have to respect the elderly."

"This kind of disease?"

“It’s absolutely outrageous to describe it! Actually, it’s no wonder you suddenly broke down,” Wang Ou said.

……

Fang Ziye personally escorted Wang Ou to the parking lot, bowed warmly to wave goodbye, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

Fang Ziye's mood suddenly became somewhat calm and complicated.

But there's no one to confide in about this feeling...

The next two surgeries put Fang Ziye completely in his comfort zone!

One patient had a severe infection, and the other underwent limb-sparing surgery for diabetic foot.

Fang Ziye's business is booming.

Li Nuo praised him, Su Xiao fawned over him, and Sun Shaoqing spoke even more effusively. Even the medical device dealers who didn't leave immediately were amazed by Fang Ziye's surgical skills.

Not everyone is willing to operate on such a severely infected patient from another hospital, and not every team is willing to deal with something as troublesome as diabetes.

Hundreds of thousands of people suffer from diabetic foot ulcers and require amputation each year.

Each data point needs to be filled out by one person, and only a very small number of teams can reverse the condition in some patients with mild symptoms.

But Fang Ziye performed limb-sparing surgeries on all four patients, and the procedure was smooth and seamless.

This strength is beyond doubt!
Therefore, even with the unexpected incident during the first surgery, Fang Ziye remained Fang Ziye, and his abilities were not affected in any way.

Even in the operating room, a battlefield where strength reigns supreme, Fang Ziye's reputation remains at its peak.

Without him!

Zhongnan Hospital had never used the surgical framework for diabetic foot limb preservation before, but Fang Ziye brought it into the operating room!
Anesthesiologists can boast about their experience in anesthesia monitoring for diabetic foot limb salvage surgery, and scrub nurses and circulating nurses can boast about their experience assisting with diabetic foot limb salvage surgery in the nursing division.

It's not to say that this is unique, but there probably aren't many nurses or anesthesiologists across the country who have had this experience.

When you have experiences that others don't, you are a pioneer.

You are the benchmark; the boasts you make are the 'scriptures' others need to learn from...

In fact, even if Fang Ziye suddenly announced the cancellation of a surgery, it would not cause a revolutionary change in his career.

At most, it'll cause a stir, and then the internet will circulate for a while that Fang Ziye's surgical skills are inadequate, that he treated the patient like a toy, that he made an incision but didn't actually make one, and then sent the patient out.

Even if this controversy escalates, it's absolutely impossible for Zhongnan Hospital to directly remove Fang Ziye.

Therefore, Fang Ziye left the operating room relatively calmly after the surgery.

Li Nuo and the others were left to clean up the mess.

Because the first surgery ended early, Fang Ziye left the operating room at 3:20 p.m.

However, after leaving the house, Fang Ziye went straight to the parking lot and, following the photos sent by Yuan Weihong, found Yuan Weihong's BMW.

Yuan Weihong opened the driver's side window, holding a mineral water bottle in his left hand, which contained a bunch of melted cigarette butts.

"Master, why did you come here in person?" Fang Ziye asked.

"After I handed the surgery over to Professor Miyagawa, I rushed over immediately."

“I arrived at 12:20, without disturbing your surgery. I’m hungry now, would you like to treat your master to a meal?” Yuan Weihong threw away his cigarette butt.

"Master, let me drive. You're welcome to go ahead..."

Fang Ziye said, "However, I can't have a drink with you later, as I have to visit Teacher Wang Ou."

"He helped me out today."

Yuan Weihong closed the window, but instead of giving up his seat, he extended his right hand and patted Fang Ziye on the shoulder.

He squeezed it hard, as if he were assessing Fang Ziye's muscle strength.

"Are you tired?" Yuan Weihong's voice suddenly became gentle.

"Say what you want to say..."

Yuan Weihong's voice was like an invisible arrow, piercing Fang Ziye's heart and completely penetrating his outer shell.

Fang Ziye's eyes instantly reddened, and he completely broke down: "Master, I've managed to pull myself together!"

Fang Ziye looked at his panel: "Spinal cord and nerve treatment experience level 7!"

A line of text was prominently displayed.

This is a skill that Fang Ziye acquired ten days ago after clearing all his knowledge points.

However, this is not enough to support Fang Ziye in directly and smoothly treating spinal cord injury, this "minor disease"!
"Master, I overestimated myself."

"I……"

Yuan Weihong said, "The higher you climb, the colder it gets; dancing with my shadow, how can it compare to being in the human world?"

“Mr. Dongpo explained your current state thousands of years ago.”

"The higher one's spiritual level, the fewer companions one has, and the more lonely and cold one feels!"

Even if you are invincible among men, you can't be invincible in the world.

"You could be struck by lightning, or poisoned to death..."

Yuan Weihong took a deep breath and pursed his eyelids tightly: "It's just a pity that although you said before that you and I are both teacher and friend, your master didn't live up to that."

"I was never truly able to be your friend."

"There is no one to discuss with, no one to share your joys and sorrows, and no one to discuss with you everything you do."

"Everything, everything, is yours."

"Isn't this just another kind of headless fly?"

At this point, Yuan Weihong suddenly took a deep breath and asked, "Ziye, guess why I stayed at Zhongnan Hospital, and for whom?"

"If you're smart enough, I believe you can figure it out."

Fang Ziye's eyes widened as he began to ponder carefully: "Could it be Professor Dong Yaohui?"

Deng Yong is impossible!
When Yuan Weihong was pursuing his doctorate, Deng Yong was not yet the ward director; at that time, Deng Yong was just an ordinary associate professor.

Above Deng Yong, the person originally slated to succeed him as the head of trauma surgery was his mentor, Professor Chu. Professor Chu was only forty-eight or forty-nine years old when he passed away, at the peak of his career...

Yuan Weihong's question was probably not about why Professor Chu stayed at Zhongnan Hospital while he was alive.

Going back further, neither Professor Xiong Zhizhang nor Professor Li Guohua could be considered particularly charismatic, or rather, neither possessed the extraordinary charisma of a great doctor.

When Yuan Weihong was admitted to the hospital, Professor Xiong Zhizhang was about to retire, and Professor Li Guohua had been retired for a long time. Yuan Weihong's entanglement with them was not particularly deep.

“Yes!~” Yuan Weihong was not surprised that Fang Ziye could guess the correct answer.

"No matter what others say about Professor Dong Yaohui, it has to be admitted that even my master and your master think that Professor Dong is a very charismatic person."

"If it weren't for the incident involving your advisor, our Zhongnan Hospital would probably have reached an even higher level."

"But in this world, there are no 'what ifs'."

"Because my master passed away unexpectedly, Teacher Dong Yaohui also paid an exceptionally heavy price."

"Because that time, Professor Dong knew that Professor Chu had stayed up all night, yet he still wanted to send Professor Chu to perform emergency surgery, which resulted in Professor Chu's sudden death."

That's just how it is inside the system!

"You can exploit people, but you can't openly crush them to death..."

"Once you're labeled like that, you'll never get back up. You can never get rid of that label."

"But actually, Teacher Dong is quite charming."

"The higher you climb, the colder it gets; wealth is easy to come by, but a true friend is hard to find..."

"Your teacher was only fortunate enough to receive some guidance from Professor Dong, which led to the academic achievements you see at that time."

"Of course, the reason I'm telling you all this is so that you won't have any lingering resentment."

"Because if you stand high enough, then there will be no one around you."

"Otherwise, it must be because you're not standing high enough."

"Lan Tianluo got your other email password." Yuan Weihong turned on his phone.

He showed Fang Ziye another private email address.

Fang Ziye's current academic email is managed by his research assistant, Han Jingyi. Fang Ziye only handles important information personally.

However, Fang Ziye also has a private email address, which he uses to facilitate communication with others.

The above shows that, starting around November of this year, Fang Ziye began to discuss the issue of functional reconstruction after spinal cord injury with some well-known professors and experts at home and abroad.

However, Fang Ziye asked seventy-two people.

No one wanted to talk to Fang Ziye.

Functional impairment caused by spinal cord injury differs from functional impairment caused by ordinary organic lesions.

There is no solution to the question regarding the functional impairment caused by spinal cord injury.

Functional impairments caused by peripheral organic lesions, even those caused by peripheral nerves, can be resolved by changing the problem-solving approach.

Therefore, Fang Ziye's ability to break through functional reconstruction and functional rehabilitation techniques is within the scope of current medical research and understanding.

Unexpected, yet perfectly reasonable.

However, functional reconstruction surgery after spinal cord injury is something unexpected and illogical.

They lack even basic knowledge.

Just like how people on Earth today don't have enough basic knowledge to discuss whether extraterrestrial life exists.

No matter how you answer, it will be wrong!
When ancient people described speed as fast, the most exaggerated phrase was "soaring straight up to ninety thousand miles," but in reality, the concept of distance has long been abandoned.

Light-year.

The distance from Mars to Earth is far more than 90,000 miles!

It wasn't that Fang Ziye wasn't hardworking enough, nor that his basic research was insufficient; rather, it was that he hadn't developed deeper, more fundamental understandings in advance.

Therefore, even if you, Fang Ziye, have performed limb-sparing surgery and functional reconstruction surgery for severe injuries, it does not mean that you can bypass basic knowledge and perform functional reconstruction surgery for spinal cord injuries!
Fang Ziye glanced at it, but did not snatch Yuan Weihong's phone. Instead, he was quite calm, but felt a little guilty: "Master, that's why I said I was the one who was lifted up."

"I'm still a bit too eager to prove myself. I could have succeeded even if I had done something else."

"so…"

Fang Ziye felt guilty for a moment, then immediately added, "But, Master!~"

"today!"

"I've discovered something new."

"Functional reconstruction after spinal cord injury is possible! Absolutely possible."

"Even though I still haven't completely figured it out this time, it's only been a matter of the last few days."

“I just need to conduct a few more animal testing models,” Fang Ziye told Yuan Weihong.

Yuan Weihong was speechless for a moment, then swallowed back the words of comfort he had originally intended to say.

After opening and closing his mouth for a while, he said in a rather indifferent and aloof manner, "Actually, after you say that to me, all I can say is '666'."

"Because I am not you, I don't understand what your breakthroughs represent."

"What you're thinking right now has already exceeded the broadest understanding, and you haven't even laid the groundwork for it with prior knowledge!"

"No one can keep up with your leaps of thought, so you leave yourself in the stratosphere, and no one can be your friend."

Even joy, there is no one you can fully share with.

"This path is the most solitary."

“You’re alone too early…” Yuan Weihong still felt sorry for his student.

How does it feel to stand at the very top?

Of course it's good.

But will the feeling of always being at the top of the mountain always be good?
Yuan Weihong had no answer either. He only knew that Professor Dong Yaohui's research ideas had been criticized by his peers and disliked by his own students.

However, these traditions were revived and developed in Fang Ziye's hands.

In other words, Dong Yaohui was delayed by Professor Chu; otherwise, Zhongnan Hospital might have flown once before Fang Ziye took off.

Fang Ziye remained silent.

he knows.

He had thought about it, but at that time, he still moved forward.

Therefore, Fang Ziye has no regrets.

Once you take that step, you can never go back to being an ordinary person.

No matter how calm a 'deity' is or how much it pretends to be human, it is still a facade and can never truly and completely become human.

Fang Ziye could never turn back...

There are no true friends in academic discussions, but there are on the path of truth.

It exists in life, and that's enough.

There is no perfect solution in life.

"Master, shall I treat you to Peking duck?" Fang Ziye offered.

"Of course, you're the host, you choose." Seeing Fang Ziye's calm attitude, Yuan Weihong stopped feeling uselessly sorry for him...

Feeling sorry for someone won't solve the problem. (End of Chapter)