top student at medical school

Fang Ziye wasn't generous enough to casually 'give away' such a research topic.

Having someone else listed as a registrant and not applying on your behalf are two different things.

Zhang Jianjun quickly approached, trying to steady his breathing, while Mei Bin quickly gave up the main operating position to Zhang Jianjun and stepped aside.

Coincidentally, just as Zhang Jianjun arrived, the rabbits in the operating room showed signs of muscle contraction again, which was clearly displayed on the monitor.

This was the first time Zhang Jianjun had ever felt that the undulating traces of muscle movement caused by nerve conduction were so beautiful.

"Great, great..." Zhang Jianjun was still catching his breath and could only express his feelings with short words.

Meanwhile, Zhang Ziqian from the Department of Urology finally found the operating room. Seeing that Fang Ziye and others had already arrived, he apologized, "I'm sorry, Professor Fang and Professor Zhang, I'm a little late."

“Not too late, not too late.” Mei Bin pointed to the screen: “Professor Zhang, you’ve come at the perfect time. The frequency of this rabbit’s active contraction activity has increased.”

"It cannot be ruled out that it received a signal from the cerebral cortex!"

“Continuous stimulation is needed; it will only take some time to work!” Mei Bin continued to step aside, allowing the newcomer Zhang Ziqian to also enjoy the beautiful scenery.

After reviewing the document, Fang Ziye gradually calmed down and said calmly, "Since the duration of the stimulation affects the rate at which the channel reopens, the strength of the stimulation current should also be one of the influencing factors."

"Professor Zhang, if I perform several punctures during the day and adjust the current intensity stepwise, you and Professor Mei Bin should be able to schedule it, right?"

Zhang Jianjun finally took several deep breaths, smelled the unique pungent odor of laboratory animals, and after slightly lowering his eyelids, replied, "Professor Fang, are you looking down on our neurology department?"

"That's no problem."

Does the neurology department not know how to operate microcurrents? It's just that the neurology department doesn't dare to penetrate the microcurrent needle electrode into the spinal cord, so they can't complete the puncture positioning under the supervision of MRI like Fang Ziye did.

Mei Bin nodded, "There's definitely no problem, Professor Fang."

Functional reconstruction for paraplegic patients will inevitably become a major research topic requiring collaboration between neurology and surgery. Once successful, this topic will become a major disease that cannot be ignored by neurology departments.

If we can be among the first to participate in this research project, the overall strength of the Department of Neurology at Zhongnan Hospital will undoubtedly reach a new level.

Being able to do what others cannot is true strength, and it is absolute strength.

This is the most brutal and direct definition of the word "strength".

The group then moved to the adjacent operating room and completed another inspection of the remaining animals...

This patrol couldn't be too hasty, so after looking around, it was already 4:30 a.m.

Standing at the door of the last operating room, Zhang Jianjun looked intently at Fang Ziye: "Professor Fang, if the timing weren't inconvenient, I would really like to start the next phase of the preliminary experiments right now."

Fang Ziye said, "That won't do, Professor Zhang."

"A trial is not a clinical operation; it can't be rushed. We need to balance work and rest. We didn't get back until so late yesterday, and now we've rushed over again."

"This rest is far from enough."

"How about this, Professor Zhang, the hotels around here aren't too expensive lately, let's stay there for the night..."

Wang Ou also said, "Yes, yes, we need to get some rest first. Otherwise, if something goes wrong during the operation, it would be a shame to waste the excellent workpiece material that Professor Liao provided."

"Hard work and effort are the most important and least important things to do to accomplish something; sharpening your axe won't delay your work."

Zhang Jianjun immediately looked at Mei Bin: "Mei Bin, look online for the nearest hotels, just make sure they're clean and hygienic, not some cheap motel. Then talk to the owner about how much it would cost to book for a few months..."

"I'm thinking we'll probably be staying up all night here quite often in the future. We won't bother coming back and forth anymore."

Sometimes, when doing research projects, in addition to the necessary financial expenditures, you also have to pay a portion of the costs yourself.

They may be able to participate in some important projects, and this kind of experience cannot be measured by money alone.

“Okay!” Mei Bin immediately went to make the arrangements.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ziqian asked, "Professor Fang, once the preliminary procedures for this animal experiment are completed, is it easy to transport the animals?"

"It's too much trouble to keep coming this way."

"After all, we work on the main campus."

Of course, when asked this, Zhang Ziqian explained, "Of course, Professor Fang, I'm not trying to be lazy. It's okay even if it doesn't work out."

Zhang Ziqian is a surgeon. The urology department at Zhongnan Hospital has a very full schedule of surgeries, with many surgeries scheduled on each surgery day.

Fang Ziye could understand Zhang Ziqian; this place was closest to his workplace, and it was mainly for his own convenience: "Professor Zhang, I still don't recommend doing this in the early stages."

"We can consider it once our project cycle stabilizes."

"That's for the best." Wang Ou from the spinal surgery department breathed a sigh of relief. "Otherwise, the surgeries in our department would take a very long time!"

“Aside from outpatient clinic days and surgery days each week, I don’t have much time to travel back and forth.”

After agreeing on this, the group went to check into their hotel room, chatting and laughing.

After agreeing that work would resume gradually from around 9:30 to 10:00 the next day, everyone went back to their rooms.

……

"My parents plan to go back today, and they've already started packing."

"They haven't come to wake me up yet."

"Senior brother, do you think I should try to persuade him?" Luo Tingzhu's message for help came at around 5 a.m.

Fang Ziye hadn't actually fallen asleep; his mind was completely occupied with the research project.

After being woken up, it was difficult to fall back asleep for a while.

On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Fang Nan and Liang Xia had already been in Wuhan for five days.

These past few days, Fang Ziye has spent almost half his time running around outside. Excluding sleep time, he has spent less than twenty hours with his parents in total.

"Let me offer a few words of advice, Tingzhu!"

"It's a holiday now, so my work isn't too busy. On weekdays, it's outpatient clinics, surgeries, and trials."

“Even if my parents were here, it would be difficult for them to see me,” Fang Ziye replied in his hotel room.

"Senior brothers, are you still conducting experiments?" Luo Tingzhu quickly asked.

"No, I'm just resting at the hotel for a bit now. We'll start again around 9:30 tomorrow."

"If my parents are going back tomorrow, could you buy their tickets and take them to the station?"

“You might need to buy another ticket…” Fang Ziye said.

Luo Tingzhu said, "Senior brother, after you left, I thought about it and decided to send Mom and Dad back to their hometown directly."

“I went back with my parents. After sending them back to their hometown, I went back to Enshi.”

"Senior brother, I really want to participate in your current project, but I won't be in Han City for the time being, so I can't dedicate enough time to it."

"I have no intention of participating in this project anymore."

After reading it, Fang Ziye remained silent for a while: "I'm sorry, Tingzhu."

"There's nothing to apologize for. We're family. I don't have to be listed as an author for every project you lead."

“Doing research is not like dating or living life; it requires mixing all your work time together.”

"I also have my own research projects to work on."

"As our respective research directions continue to deepen, our research topics will inevitably diverge sooner or later."

"Having different research directions doesn't mean we're bad..."

"I think that separating work and life a little would make it more comfortable to spend time together."

“Otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop myself from having random thoughts while I’m working…” Luo Tingzhu explained cleverly.

Many experienced people have advised against couples or parents and children working together.

This can easily lead to a feeling of 'relationship confusion,' and even a short period of confusion can cause irreversible damage to work.

Fang Ziye was carefully reading Luo Tingzhu's information, but before he could fully understand it, Luo Tingzhu sent another update.

"And senior brother, as long as you do something, you will have to make sacrifices."

"Didn't you always tell me that the clinical research we do involves more physical exertion from the patients, and that we only put in physical and mental effort?"

"There must be other hidden expenses behind this."

"For example, our rest time, the time we spend with our families, the time we spend with our parents..."

Luo Tingzhu didn't dwell on this point: "Besides, there aren't actually many common topics that Mom and Dad can talk about, even though Mom always tries her best to find topics that interest us."

“But I could tell she was also very tired. What she wanted to talk about wasn’t our work or research, because she didn’t understand it.”

"And the topics she wanted to talk about were completely beyond our reach—the everyday gossip from her hometown, we didn't even recognize anyone there anymore..."

"Senior brother, this seems to be an unsolvable situation."

Fang Ziye quickly finished browsing and then closed his eyes tightly.

Although Fang Ziye had always silently told himself that his parents had only sent him out to make a living, not to make him drift further and further away from them...

You must never allow an insurmountable chasm to form between yourself and your parents.

However, it seems that Fang Ziye is also unable to cross the chasm that his predecessors could not resolve.

The distance between Fang Ziye and his parents is no longer simply a physical distance.

Their cognitive scope, interests, and even the number of topics they can discuss are completely different.

Even if Fang Ziye could manage his emotions by focusing on topics that interested his parents, the number of things he could talk about was ultimately limited...

How could Fang Ziye possibly know which relative's son scored how many points in junior high school this year, what his class ranking was, or what his parents hoped he would do in the future?
How could Fang Ziye possibly know? The daughter of someone from his hometown in the town had already been married three times, and had even held three wedding banquets back home…

How could Fang Ziye possibly know that a family in the small town owned a dog that killed someone, and then that family had to pay hundreds of thousands in compensation...

How could Fang Ziye know that there was a family back in his hometown where the son worked outside the home but married a woman who was still in college, and they had a child when she was only a sophomore? Now the child has been sent back to his hometown and is drinking formula every day...

Fang Ziye only knew that his parents might be constantly hinting that he should create another mini account for them so that they could take care of it and pass the time.

"Tingzhu, you're quite right."

“Life and family should be kept separate, but don’t create distance just to separate them. Our research topics are compatible,” Fang Ziye explained.

"Okay, senior brother!"

"And senior brother, actually, even if you don't spend time with your parents, they are quite happy."

“I took them to the hospital’s new and old campuses, and they all said that being able to work in such a place was the greatest blessing of their lives.”

"Even if you achieve nothing, they can enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by their children and grandchildren, but in reality, other parents around them who truly enjoy being surrounded by their children and grandchildren are also envious of them..."

Fang Ziye stopped worrying and didn't reply to Luo Tingzhu's message. He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep.

It's unclear how much time passed before Fang Ziye finally fell into a deep sleep.

When Fang Ziye's alarm clock rang again, it was already 8:40.

After yawning as he got up, Fang Ziye immediately turned on his phone.

The document displayed letters from Luo Tingzhu and Liao Jia.

Luo Tingzhu said that she had already had breakfast with Fang Nan and Liang Xia, and that they had arrived at the high-speed rail station at 8:30 and would take the 8:52 train back to Enshi.

'Ding-dong!'
Luo Tingzhu's message arrived just then: "Senior brother, I've convinced Mom and Dad, but you might be under a lot of pressure."

“My parents said that if you can buy a small villa in the suburbs of Seoul and give them some land, they will move to Seoul.”

"Fishing every day, growing vegetables, preferably in a place with pigsties and chicken coops... haha..."

After reading it, Fang Ziye replied, "Really? If it's true, we can go and take a look."

"Of course it's true. It doesn't seem like Mom and Dad are lying. They probably want to see you more often, Senior Brother."

"However, it's impossible to ask you to go back to Enshi or back to your hometown to work, and I don't want your life to change drastically all of a sudden."

"Furthermore, if they didn't raise chickens and pigs, they could go back to their hometowns for a while more often..."

"This must be what my parents really think."

"Actually, another meaning is that they hope we can get married soon and then have children quickly," Luo Tingzhu said shamelessly, offering her in-depth analysis.

Fang Ziye then made a crude remark: "So that means we not only have to enjoy the pleasure of having children, but also accept the consequences?"

Luo Tingzhu: "Ah!~ Senior Brother, you!~"

"This is so refreshing and elegant, and there's no vulgar language at all."

"I'm going to the lab now."

"Tingzhu, see you in March! There's only one month left," Fang Ziye said.

Luo Tingzhu corrected, "No, to be precise, there are only twenty-odd days left. February only has twenty-eight days."

"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right." After replying, Fang Ziye opened Liao Jia's chat interface.

Liao Jia: "Ziye, you all rushed over at midnight last night? Why didn't anyone call me?"

"I've arrived, so I'll just have a coffee for now."

"Just send me a message when you get up, then come over and I'll order takeout for you."

Fang Ziye said, "Brother Liao, you are a distinguished guest in the team. How dare the other professors disturb such a distinguished guest as you?"

“Of course we should be the ones to do the dirty and tiring work of running back and forth.”

Liao Jia was free at the moment, and after reading the message, she sent a voice message scolding, "Fang Ziye, don't try to be sarcastic."

"Come over here and keep me company while I'm bored."

"By the way, I have some good news to tell you. I'm going to be a dad..." Fang Ziye immediately replied, "Congratulations! How many months along are you, Brother Liao?"

"The diagnosis was just yesterday. I have a few months left, which is about six weeks."

"I'm telling you in advance that I might accompany you to prenatal checkups later on. In the early stages, things were fine; I only needed to have a checkup once a month."

"Ziye, you should keep it up too. Let me tell you something private: the feeling of intimate contact is completely different from that of non-intimate contact, you know?" Liao Jia started making lewd jokes.

Fang Ziye had just finished brushing his teeth when he read it and replied via voice message: "Brother Liao, your 'vastly different' has quite a diverse origin, right?!"

People are all different, so how can the same path be followed?
It is obvious that Fang Ziye's expression is completely different from Liao Jia's, and they do not mean the same thing.

Liao Jia replied directly:

"If you keep doing reading comprehension like this, you'll never get into university, right?"

"I'm off, Brother Liao," Fang Ziye said, rubbing his face casually.

Fang Ziye is very efficient when he goes out; he just brushes his teeth, washes his face with water, and he's ready to go.

Of course, it can also be very detailed, such as simply doing a haircut or something.

But Fang Ziye is going to the animal laboratory today. He will be wearing an operating hat, which will cover up his hairstyle no matter how good it looks.

……

The weather in January was quite nice, with bright sunshine and an early spring breeze!
Fang Ziye glanced at the sunlight streaming through the doorway, then shook his head and walked into the animal testing lab.

"Brother Liao, why have you started smoking?"

"Are you under a lot of pressure?" Fang Ziye noticed the smell of cigarettes on Liao Jia when he saw him.

Fang Ziye remembered that Liao Jia didn't smoke before.

"Just grab something quick, I forgot my chewing gum today." Liao Jia clapped his hands and handed over the steamed buns and mantou he had ordered.

"Didn't your visit to your sister-in-law's house go smoothly this time?" Fang Ziye asked.

"It's not about your sister-in-law's family; it's about my relatives borrowing money," Liao Jia said, shaking his head.

Fang Ziye then stopped asking questions.

There's an old saying: "The rich don't return to their hometowns!"
Liao Jia's current net worth would be considered that of a tycoon in most places.

Liao Jia changed the subject, saying, "Ziye, let me ask you something honestly: is the reason you brought up this research topic at this time only because of the patient you treated?"

"Just the word 'responsibility' is enough to make you feel good?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye realized that Liao Jia's words seemed to have changed the topic, but perhaps they hadn't.

Fang Ziye walked into the office in the laboratory, took a bottle of mineral water, sat down opposite Liao Jia, opened it, and took a sip.

“I don’t know either. Actually, judging from the surface composition analysis, my anxiety is actually an attempt to make up for the failure of the previous surgery.”

"But actually, from a deeper perspective, it seems I don't need to specifically look for anything to supplement?"

"To say that there is absolutely no sense of responsibility is too dismissive."

Fang Ziye glanced at Liao Jia and took the initiative to steer the conversation back on track: "Brother Liao, can you tell me about what happened to you?"

"Just take it as casual conversation."

Liao Jia was taken aback, but he didn't blame Fang Ziye for bringing the topic back; it was his own fault for not bringing the topic back.

So Liao Jia recounted what had happened to him truthfully.

The gist is that although Liao Jia's parents have passed away, Liao Jia's relatives are still alive, and although Liao Jia has returned to her hometown relatively infrequently before.

But this time, they got married without holding a wedding ceremony, which made Liao Jia's relatives back home have a lot of complaints about her.

Actually, the excuse of not inviting them to Liao Jia's wedding was just that—an excuse. He really wanted to borrow money from Liao Jia in person…

For example, Liao Jia's uncle wanted to borrow 300,000 yuan from Liao Jia to use for his cousin's wedding.

Liao Jia's cousin hoped that Liao Jia could lend him one million yuan as start-up capital, and his aunt and uncle also wanted to borrow money from Liao Jia to buy a storefront...

Liao Jia's parents passed away relatively early, and Liao Jia was supported by her grandparents to go through school.

After Liao Jia graduated, she took the initiative to assume the responsibility of supporting her uncle and aunt without asking them to contribute any money.

Without the help and protection of parents, it is actually quite difficult for an individual to handle such a family relationship!

"My grandparents also wanted me to help them within my means."

“But why should I help them? When my parents passed away, no one said they would take me with them and raise me for a few years.” Liao Jia finished speaking and sighed.

"To be honest, the total amount they asked me to borrow was only a little over two million, but I'm afraid that if I give it to them this time, they'll ask for an exorbitant amount next time."

"My wife also doesn't want to lend it..."

Fang Ziye nodded: "If it's tens of thousands, it's definitely for emergencies."

"But if someone asks to borrow this much right off the bat, they basically mean they don't intend to pay it back!"

"Brother Liao, I don't have any relevant experience, so I can only suggest that you listen to your wife."

"As long as I'm worthy of my grandparents' trust, that's enough."

Liao Jia said, "The house I bought for my grandparents was transferred to my cousin last year, and now they've gone back to their hometown to live, saying the child needs to go to school..."

"Ugh……"

Fang Ziye really wanted to say that if your grandparents also help to morally blackmail you, then just give them a living allowance.

But Fang Ziye is not Liao Jia, so Fang Ziye cannot say such things.

Everyone probably has their own worries.

Seeing that Fang Ziye remained silent, Liao Jia continued, "But you must be quite troubled too. Now that you have money and achievements, you have no time to spend with him."

“My father-in-law is relatively well-educated, but my wife’s aunt and uncle… I really don’t know how to talk to them.”

"They keep saying things like 'studying is useless' and 'children should get married early,' as if my wife became a sinner in the family because she got married in her thirties."

Just then, Fang Ziye's phone vibrated.

Fang Ziye picked it up and saw that it was a WeChat message from the patient's family: "Professor Fang, my father has completed the hospitalization procedures again. Thank you for your help, Professor Fang."

"We also brought some local specialties for you, Professor Fang. We hope you'll enjoy them..."

Upon seeing the message, Fang Ziye felt a warmth in his heart.

To be honest, even if Fang Ziye had a hundred or eighty more patients like this, he wouldn't feel annoyed or tired.

"Thank you, thank you, but I won't be coming to the department today. Please proceed with the admission procedures."

"I've been thinking about your father's treatment, and we now have a relatively good plan!" Fang Ziye replied.

The patient's daughter typed back: "Thank you for your hard work, Professor Fang. We have always trusted you."

"Professor Fang, please get some rest. I just wanted to let you know, and I hope I haven't disturbed you."

The patient's daughter was also conflicted. If she really didn't want to bother Fang Ziye, she shouldn't have sent this message.

However, as her father's daughter, she could not completely ignore her father's illness.

Liao Jia picked up his phone, looked at it, and then put it down again: "Perhaps the responsibility that has no reason is the one that makes people care the most."

"If a responsibility is tied with a rope, it becomes a hindrance."

"Thank you, Ziye. I suddenly understand what to do."

Fang Ziye and the patient's family were not related by blood or marriage. If they hadn't been destined to meet, they would never have known each other in this lifetime.

But it was he who instilled a sense of responsibility in Fang Ziye.

This sense of responsibility arises from the heart and is unrelated to any specific directional factors.

Fang Ziye did not reply. After finishing breakfast, he went with Liao Jia to the animal testing center to begin preparing for today's operations.

Today, none of the professors from orthopedics came, but the professors from urology, neurology, and neurorehabilitation all attended...

Time flies, and it's already February 5th.

The eighth day of the Lunar New Year was the first day back to work.

At 6:55 a.m., after finishing his morning run, Fang Ziye proactively sent a message to Luo Tingzhu: "Tingzhu, did you go for a run this morning?"

"It's a weekday now."

Luo Tingzhu's panting voice came back: "I'm running. I got up late today and have only run three kilometers so far."

"It's still a long way before we officially start work at 9:00 AM! ~"

"I'll talk to you later."

Fang Ziye put away his phone, went back to wash up thoroughly, changed into a brand new set of clothes, and was all refreshed and ready to go.

Happiness was written all over his face.

In the elevator.

"Professor Fang, you seem to be in a good mood today?" Someone who knew Fang Ziye greeted him when they saw him looking so happy.

"That's a joke. People are in high spirits when they have good news. Our Professor Fang has almost broken through the research track."

"The first in China to be the principal investigator for a CAA journal project. The first CAA clinical trial project to be published in a journal."

"These two 'firsts' alone are enough to dominate China for at least ten years," Tang Xiaoping, a vascular surgeon, sincerely praised.

The article Fang Ziye published, which contained his praise, was far from just the tip of the iceberg in terms of Fang Ziye's initial success.

Such scientific breakthroughs require a long fermentation period before Fang Ziye can experience the most positive feedback.

"Professor Tang, Professor Su... good morning..." Fang Ziye responded with a smile.

"Hello, Professor Fang." Professor Su from the Breast and Thyroid Surgery Department extended her hand and shook hands with Fang Ziye...

When Fang Ziye arrived at the department, Lan Tianluo was already eagerly waiting for him.

He immediately rushed over nervously, asking, "Senior brother, how did it go? Did it work?"

The CAA clinical trial article has been published, and the glory is now a thing of the past, though the glory has not yet taken hold.

But compared to what Fang Ziye is about to do, what is it to merely reform and improve the treatment of bone tumors?
Paraplegia!

Spinal cord injury!

If this treatment achieves a breakthrough, it has the potential to become one of the most influential treatment breakthroughs and surgical procedures of the 21st century, and could at least suppress the achievements of the next century!
Fang Ziye didn't answer, but just smiled and asked, "Is there breakfast? I came on an empty stomach."

"Senior brother, please tell me quickly."

"The staple food is noodles, and the side dishes include local specialties from various places, such as beef jerky from western Sichuan, and I won't even mention the cured meat..." Lan Tianlu looked up, his face full of anticipation.

It's fair to say that if it weren't for the responsibility of being the chief resident, which kept Lan Tianluo in check, even his father couldn't have suppressed Lan Tianluo's enthusiasm for personally participating in research projects at the animal laboratory.

"Yes! I've found a solution." Fang Ziye shared his joy with Lan Tianluo.

Upon hearing this, Lan Tianluo made a palm with his left hand and a fist with his right, and slammed it down hard.

Not satisfied with that, he then punched Fang Ziye's shoulder hard with his right fist, as if he were hitting him hard, or as if a little woman was complaining and whining.

Simply put, this breakthrough is extremely significant.

Moreover, Fang Ziye can't bring him along this time.

Lan Tianluo still can't feel involved!
"Stop hitting me, or you'll break your scapula." Fang Ziye dodged for a moment and quickly walked forward.

Lan Tianlu jogged to catch up: "It's alright, senior brother. We're in the orthopedics department here. Scapular fractures can be treated without surgery..."

In the general inpatient office, several of Fang Ziye's students were sharing a table to eat breakfast. In addition to hot dry noodles, there were also microwaved local specialties from various places.

Fang Ziye looked around Lan Tianluo's office and was stunned.

Compared to when he was the chief resident and only had one refrigerator, there are now significantly more things.

Microwave oven, dining table, a brand new tea set, massage chair...

As Fang Ziye was making his rounds, Lan Tianluo smiled and explained, "Senior brother, times are changing. If you're not struggling financially, there's no need to deliberately suffer, right?"

"Our most important task is to do our job well. If we can then consider our personal life after doing our job well, that would be the best of both worlds."

Lan Tianluo's attitude was correct.

Even chief inpatients are human beings. As human beings, they can pursue a better life. Work is also a part of life.

“Yes! That’s how it should be. Look at what you’re still missing.” Fang Ziye felt that Lan Tianluo might be able to take the position of chief resident in the hospital to another level.

"Yes, Fairy Tale even provided me with several sets of air-conditioning blankets and a good pillow."

"Senior brother, this pillow is really quite good. I'll send you the link or mail it to you directly. I highly recommend it..." Lan Tianluo said.

Fang Ziye gave Lan Tianluo a thumbs up and exclaimed, "Having an older girlfriend really does make you more caring!"

Lan Tianluo's eyes narrowed immediately, and he quickly explained, "Senior brother, isn't my sister very gentle too?"

"That was not what I meant!"

"Let's eat, then head to the operating room. Today's surgery is very important!"

"Hu Qingyuan, is the signing of the agreement complete?" Fang Ziye asked, then sat down to eat.

Fang Ziye's words made Hu Qingyuan, who was secretly handing Fang Ziye a gift, tremble slightly and almost drop the paper box in his hand.

Fang Ziye also noticed the box in Hu Qingyuan's hand: "Qingyuan, what's this?" (End of Chapter)