top student at medical school

"Master, how long has my master been operating?" Fang Ziye asked Professor Li Guohua in a low voice.

Deng Yong's 'mood' doesn't seem to be in a good place right now, but in reality, he's ecstatic and enjoying the moment. If he weren't exhausted, he could continue for a while longer.

"I heard it's been more than ten hours since then, and we only arrived here recently." Li Guohua was beaming with health at the moment.

"Ziye, take a close look, lest you make a mistake and cause a huge ups and downs."

It's not terrible that Fan Jin passed the imperial examination; what's terrible is that Fan Jin realized he was dreaming, was woken up, and everything turned into a dream.

There are countless real-life examples of people who opened the champagne too early and ended up losing miserably.

Fang Ziye had experienced the state of a level 5 skill, so he could tell at a glance that Deng Yong was just 'playing around'!
Play in this state, enjoy this state.

A practice session lasting more than ten hours is sufficient.

Practicing basic skills is actually more tiring than surgery, because surgical procedures are diverse and varied, while practicing basic skills is relatively simple. Repeating procedures too many times can easily lead to exhaustion and fatigue.

"Master, take a rest. So many teachers are here, we can go out for a late-night snack or something." Fang Ziye used specific examples to influence Deng Yong's mood.

As expected, using appropriate "social skills" that Deng Yong values ​​to impact his current situation is quite effective.

Deng Yong raised his head slightly, suppressing the tears that were about to spill out. He took off his gloves and put down the scalpel and tweezers in his hand. "Master, Uncle-Master, Brother Hong, I'm sorry to have made you laugh."

"It's getting late. Let's go get something to eat together, and then everyone should go back and rest as soon as possible. I'll host a banquet next time to thank all the teachers and brothers!" Deng Yong said solemnly, his arms clasped together.

“Especially Brother Hong, if it weren’t for your support over the years, I would never have been able to take this step.”

Duan Hong's expression was quite interesting at this moment. After changing for a while, he said politely, "Professor Deng, everyone's opportunities in life are different."

"Professor Deng's breakthrough in the basics of our trauma surgery cannot be simply described or summarized by the accumulation of human and material resources."

"If that's the case, then this level of skill wouldn't be rare, and there might even be a shortage of such talent."

"Congratulations, Professor Deng." Duan Hong extended his slightly chubby little hand, his tone sincere, though his eyes held a complex expression.

Duan Hong himself had only improved his hemostasis skills to the national level, but Deng Yong had unintentionally improved his wound cleaning skills.

This was something he had pursued for many years, something he had dreamed of but could never obtain.

Although no one outside the industry would think that good hemostasis is inferior to good debridement, those in the industry all have a certain understanding of the difference!
But the level of a national champion isn't something you can choose yourself.

Overcoming any fundamental skill depends on opportunity, not simply on innate talent.

Given enough opportunity, some people can achieve great things later in life and rise to prominence in one fell swoop!
Their level of skill, though seemingly advanced, is still far inferior to that of national-level athletes; they are not even in the same league.

"Brother Hong, let's go out first... Ziye, Yuanpei, you two help tidy up the training room, and come over later..."

"Oh, right, Ziye, pick up a few bottles of wine on your way here. I only have two bottles, so you can get a few from your home first," Deng Yong instructed.

Fang Ziye had hidden wine in Luo Tingzhu's house, and upon hearing this, Fang Ziye nodded in agreement.

……

After Deng Yong, Li Guohua, and others left, everyone seemed to be chatting and laughing, but the atmosphere actually became quite subtle.

After carefully observing the departing figures of the group for a while, Li Yuanpei said, "Brother Ye, did you notice? Professor Duan and Professor Zou's eyes were very complicated."

Fang Ziye nodded, having noticed it himself: "Going down the mountain is easy, but going up the mountain is difficult."

"When it comes time to go down the mountain, very few people can be completely at ease."

"Now that Master has taken this step, the future will be his peak period. Our Zhongnan Hospital, at least the Department of Trauma Surgery, will usher in the most peak period in the province."

"For at least the next ten years, unless Tongji Hospital encounters an extraordinary opportunity, it will probably keep a relatively low profile."

Although, job changes are a very normal personnel change.

But only those involved truly understand the subtle and concrete experience of someone coming and someone leaving.

Fang Ziye continued, "Actually, I realized a while ago that Master might take that step at any time."

"I just didn't expect it to happen so quickly."

Li Yuanpei said in a low voice, "No one has any faith in Master, and no one cares that Master is secretly practicing his basic skills."

"Even Master himself said that he was just messing around..."

"Ziye, how did you know?"

Li Yuanpei himself didn't know that Deng Yong had been practicing secretly all along, and Fang Ziye rarely stayed at Zhongnan Hospital, so how did he know?

"Of course, it's determined by observing their condition."

“His master can conceal his whereabouts and what he does, but he cannot conceal his current state.”

"Based on my guess, Master must have started doing these things quietly last year."

"Think about it, Master isn't good at experiments. If you make him stay in the lab for long periods of time, can he stand it?"

"Later, after I returned to Zhongnan Hospital, my mentor also came to the operating room. At that time, his condition was different, different from before, and different from others," Fang Ziye said.

Deng Yong only appears to have risen to power through flattery and being fed by Duan Hong. In reality, Deng Yong's operational skills and true abilities are not low.

According to Fang Ziye's previous calculations, Deng Yong's basic debridement skills were at the level of 4000+/5000. Without the right opportunity, he would be stuck at that level for the rest of his life.

The difference between proficiency levels 4999 and 4001 is not significant.

However, Deng Yong himself quietly took that step, so of course he was happy.

"Teacher Yuan is also a little jealous," Li Yuanpei pointed out.

Fang Ziye nodded: "My master is a straightforward person, not very cunning. He doesn't hide his emotions either."

"Actually, it's very difficult to reach the national level if you don't have a clear mind. I don't know who told my master this, but my master has been doing it all these years."

"But someone must have told my master."

"I have always incorporated this mindset into my daily life."

"When you're going to show off, show off to the fullest. Express all your emotions, whether joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, and do whatever you want."

“But to a certain extent, this actually limits his development!” Fang Ziye shook his head slightly.

Fang Ziye finally understood why Yuan Weihong was so 'out of control' after he reached level 6!
Because Fang Ziye can only review the leap from level 4 to level 5 by reaching level 6, and understand what factors are needed.

If Fang Ziye had to name the level 5 skill, he would probably cautiously define it as "Ruyi" or "Suiyi".

Its essence lies in its ability to be effortless and spontaneous. It has no fixed form or method; it is simply a state of being, a pure level of skill!
You can do whatever you want, and you can even imitate what others do.

To reach this stage, it is crucial to have a clear and open mind.

Fang Ziye is not in this stage because he got there by adding some hard points.

"Why?" Li Yuanpei scratched his head.

However, Li Yuanpei immediately retorted, "Ziye, are you trying to harm me? You clearly knew that if someone told Teacher Yuan, it would hinder his development, so why did you still tell me?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye took a deep breath, amused, and exclaimed, "Me!~"

Li Yuanpei immediately threw away the hook he was holding, and after breaking through a major defense, he glared and said, "Fang Ziye, don't look down on people."

"Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny? With my master's gold and jade as my example, why can't I do it in the future?"

However, Li Yuanpei lost heart at this point.

Deng Yong's 'aptitude' is not good, but that is relative. Deng Yong was also a prominent figure of his generation. When he was young, his aptitude was definitely no worse than Wang Yuanqi's, and even better than Wang Yuanqi's!

Later, Deng Yong realized that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't surpass the achievements of his predecessors, and the development of Zhongnan Hospital could no longer rely on recklessness.

That's why he took a different approach!

After that, he was labeled a 'simp'.

Even Fang Ziye acknowledged that Deng Yong's qualifications were rather 'average,' not as high as Yuan Weihong's.

But Li Yuanpei?

Fang Ziye really couldn't bring himself to criticize him.

Li Yuanpei lowered his head slightly: "Ziye, I know I'm not very good at this, but I also have my strengths!"

"Recognizing one's own shortcomings and accepting them with equanimity is also a form of mental clarity."

“Fang Ziye, don’t think that our research group only has this much to do right now. I have also made many contributions to the team.”

Li Yuanpei explained it this way because he was afraid that Fang Ziye would look down on him.

"Brother Pei, that's never happened."

"Don't think I have any ulterior motives just because I didn't invite you to dinner this year. I didn't even visit the two teachers. I really couldn't find the time to have dinner with you."

"Even my parents, even Tingzhu, they just play by themselves at home..."

“Wait until April. When I take my honeymoon and annual leave in April, I’m going to treat you to a month of restaurant meals,” Fang Ziye said.

Upon hearing this, Li Yuanpei smiled, resumed tidying up the workbench, and shook his head: "Then it won't take a month, twenty-eight days will suffice. I'll save you two days' money!"

Fang Ziye rolled his eyes: "Do you think I need these two days that you saved for me? I'll give you an extra day, I'll treat you to a meal during the May Day holiday!"

"By the way, Yuanpei, our project is now officially on track, you should come over."

"This time, I've gathered the hospital's president, professors from other specialties, and senior department heads all here for you to have your way with."

"You can think about how to play properly!"

Li Yuanpei froze instantly, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Huh?"

"Is this even appropriate?"

Fang Ziye stood up straight and said calmly, "Our hospital's trauma surgery department has more than one professor, Dean Wang Xinghuan, and our hospital is not the only national key specialty in urology across the country."

"If he dares not listen to your arrangements, I'll apply for a replacement!"

"Let's see if he listens!"

"However, if you can't handle it, there's not much I can do. I can't help you, I can only provide you with this stage."

Fang Ziye doesn't understand much about team management. What Fang Ziye wants in team management is simply to bring more talent into the team.

Then they divided the work into different units and reorganized.

In reality, there are many more intricacies involved in team management.

Even if you hire someone skilled in management, it will be difficult to manage a research team. This requires someone with a background in medical research, a good understanding of the medical field, and expertise in team management to effectively manage Fang Ziye's research team.

Otherwise, it would be an amateur directing a professional, resulting in a chaotic mess.

Li Yuanpei shook his head: "Then let's not be so reckless. After all, Dean Wang Xinghuan is still the dean, a recipient of the National Science Fund for Distinguished Young Scholars, and a Yangtze River Scholar. We should give him the respect he deserves."

Even if he doesn't want to listen, you can't do it like this!

"By the way, Ziye, has Lan Tianluo called you?"

I mean recently.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "No, why?"

“Lan Tianluo is getting a bit emo,” Li Yuanpei said.

"What's wrong with him being emo? Is he still emo? Did he break up with his girlfriend?" Fang Ziye asked back.

Li Yuanpei shook his head: "It's not about a breakup, it's about your research group."

"Lan Tianluo said that he only took advantage of being a PhD in mathematics, and that his talent in medicine was actually quite average."

"He said that his operational talent is not as good as Hu Qingyuan's, his theoretical talent is not as good as yours, and he is not as good as Jie Han. Compared with Luo Tingzhu, he is about the same."

"So he has to admit that although he likes medicine, his true talents lie in the field of mathematics and physics, which he doesn't like."

"This kind of talent gap cannot be bridged by hard work and time investment!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately burst into a tirade of curses: "Li Yuanpei, listen to this! Listen to this!"

"Is this human language?"

"After hearing this, do you want to hit him?" Fang Ziye asked, pointing at Li Yuanpei.

Li Yuanpei nodded and sniffed: "If he weren't Lan Tianluo, your junior brother Ye, or your brother-in-law, I would have really taken action."

"go!"

"Go now, confront him in front of him, and if he still thinks that way, just beat him up!"

“Just ask him to his face, ‘Do you, Li Yuanpei, not deserve to live in this world? You, Li Yuanpei, have come to study medicine. Aren’t you an insult to the discipline of orthopedics?’”

"Your fact that you are Professor Deng Yong's doctoral student is a disgrace to Professor Deng Yong!"

"If he says anything back, beat him up!"

"Seriously, don't go eat later, just go like this. Give him a good beating!!!"

Fang Ziye was genuinely annoyed.

What the hell is this nonsense?

Oh, you two siblings are truly from the same womb. Luo Tingzhu has such a strong competitive spirit, and you, Lan Tianluo, are exactly the same.

They insist on finding the highest point, and if it's not the highest, they get emo!

I'll become depressed sooner or later!
"Isn't that a bit much?" Li Yuanpei knew Fang Ziye wasn't being sarcastic, but just felt that such methods were a bit extreme.

Fang Ziye said firmly, "No, no, no, as for that, you ask first, and you can watch the whole process whether or not I make a move."

"What are you afraid of, Li Yuanpei? We've already told you, you're in charge of team management, you should be doing this kind of mental preparation!" "Just go and confront him!"

"Oh, right, also call my two PhDs. Have Lan Tianluo choose one and point out who's a good-for-nothing!"

Lan Tianluo was emotional, something Fang Ziye had never imagined.

This only shows that Lan Tianluo's competitive spirit has become abnormally twisted, and he needs to be brought back to his senses!
Fang Ziye can't say these things himself, because Fang Ziye has crushed Lan Tianluo in many areas. The more Fang Ziye says these things, the more emo Lan Tianluo will become.

……

Fang Ziye had been drinking and couldn't drive, so Li Yuanpei drove him home to get more alcohol before going to the place where Professor Deng Yong was hosting the dinner.

It was a late-night snack, so professors like Li Guohua, Xiong Zhizhang, and Zou Jiefang didn't attend.

As I get older, it's inconvenient to have a late-night snack to avoid indigestion, so I went home to rest early.

But with the old professors gone, Deng Yong and his friends had even more fun.

Deng Yong, in particular, was already somewhat drunk before Fang Ziye even brought over the good wine.

He then declared loudly, "Really, Brother Hong, I never thought I could get to where I am today. I'm just lucky."

"I got lucky and stumbled into this place, but even though I'm in, I still can't quite keep up with the flow of the conversation."

"I know my own weaknesses, and my own talents limit everything I have."

Even if I reach this level, I still won't be able to fully utilize its capabilities!

Deng Yong was making fun of himself, and being modest.

Duan Hong stroked his chin and replied with a simple smile, "It's not that bad. Some things will naturally be more lenient once you arrive!"

"You haven't fully grasped it yet, so you don't have a clear strategy."

"At this level, they can conduct clinical trials, do one without making a sound, and explore new treatment procedures in the clinic, finding comfort in each one."

"You'll know how useful it is once you're actually on stage."

“When Ziye arrives, just ask him, he'll know…”

"Ziye, come and sit down."

"Ziye..." Everyone greeted Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye hurriedly called out, "Teacher Gong, Teacher Duan, Master, Teacher Liu..."

Miyako Kazuya also arrived.

Fang Ziye realized that when he and Li Yuanpei were calculating Zou Jiefang and Duan Hong's gloomy expressions, they had forgotten to consider the variable factor of the Gong family and the professor.

Professor Gong Jiahe's joining Zhongnan Hospital marked the beginning of the hospital's rapid development in trauma surgery. Now, Deng Yong has also fortunately reached this stage, along with Fang Ziye.

It can be said that the trauma surgery department of Zhongnan Hospital is of top-notch quality, no less than any top teaching hospital in the country.

With Fang Ziye leading the way, the trauma surgery field is poised for takeoff; it's not just a matter of time.

"Professor Fang, great news! Professor Deng has also successfully ascended to immortality. With that, I can finally retire gracefully!" Gong Jiahe planned to return the position of Chief Surgeon to its rightful owner.

He was just an outsider. He came here only to work on a research project with Fang Ziye and to return to the sanatorium. He didn't want to take on any administrative or surgical director position at Zhongnan Hospital.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye hurriedly said, "Professor Gong, what you're saying makes it sound as if my master is usually very narrow-minded and is being sarcastic towards you."

"This originally belonged to you, so where does this talk of returning something to its rightful owner come from?"

"I remember my master always telling me to be very respectful to Professor Gong, and he never said that you were taking someone else's place, Professor Gong?"

Fang Ziye looked at Yuan Weihong with great intelligence: "Master, has Teacher Duan ever said anything similar?"

Yuan Weihong shook his head, his tone decisive: "Professor Gong, you deserve your current position. Professor Deng has always held you in high esteem."

Deng Yong replied, "Professor Gong, please stop mocking me."

"I just made a small but fortunate improvement, and you just pulled away my ladder. Aren't you just making a fool of yourself in front of Professor Duan and the others?"

"Professor Gong, since you're here, make the best of it. Just treat this place as your home, you are the one in charge." Deng Yong used "make the best of it" twice, each time with a completely different meaning.

When Gong Jiahe first arrived at Zhongnan Hospital, he brought the trauma surgery department the greatest confidence.

Even if Deng Yong were narrow-minded, he wouldn't show it openly.

Moreover, Deng Yong is not that kind of person; otherwise, why would he have recruited Gong Jiahe?
Playing with it for a while and then offending someone to death?

Intentionally making enemies?

Gong Jiahe genuinely wanted to step down: "Professor Deng, I'm unfamiliar with the hospital and don't know all the department heads, which makes it really inconvenient to carry out my work."

"Moreover, my current team is relatively small, which is not conducive to the work ahead."

"How about this, I'll stay a little longer, and then I'll make the suggestion to Dean Wang. I'm not good at this."

From Gong Jiahe's perspective, he didn't want to get involved in too many mundane matters at Zhongnan Hospital.

His visit to Zhongnan Hospital was only a temporary stopover; he will definitely head to a sanatorium eventually.

If he's after the head of surgery at Zhongnan Hospital, why did he even come here? Wouldn't the world's best hospital be better?
The First Affiliated Hospital of Zhengzhou University has a comprehensive strength comparable to that of Zhongnan Hospital!

Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong exchanged more pleasantries, and then the conversation returned to Fang Ziye.

Deng Yong was the absolute star of the meal, but Fang Ziye also stole the show.

Regardless, Deng Yong felt as if he were basking in a spring breeze.

Deng Yong was a little drunk, so he didn't leave immediately after the drinking party ended.

Yuan Weihong personally saw Professor Duan Hong off, while Gong Jiahe returned on his own, leaving Deng Yong and Fang Ziye with some time alone.

Deng Yong's face was flushed, and the large mole at the corner of his mouth trembled slightly. He took a deep breath, his gaze gentle yet complex as he looked at Fang Ziye. It was hard to tell whether it was bitterness, emotion, or some other feeling.

Deng Yong finally spoke: "Ziye, your master has done the only thing he hoped you could do. This is the last line of defense your master left for you. Whether you need it or not, I have done it."

Fang Ziye lowered his head slightly.
He understands Deng Yong, perhaps not completely, but he truly understands him.

Fang Ziye said calmly, "Master, you don't need to feel guilty about what happened last year."

"Without you, I would still have been able to graduate last year."

"But thanks to you, I was able to enjoy the benefits of graduating early, which gave me a lot of experience..."

"So, in reality, it is still beneficial and harmless."

"It didn't have much of an impact on me. You're not gilding the lily!"

"Secondly, you don't need to feel guilty. If you think I am the best student in Hubei Province, then you must be the best teacher in Hubei Province."

"There is no such logic in this world."

"It's not that the most capable teacher deserves the best student. It's about fate!"

"The relationship between master and apprentice is a matter of fate."

Deng Yong listened and nodded seriously, then asked another question earnestly: "Ziye, let me ask you a question. If Yuan Weihong had been able to supervise doctoral students, would you have chosen me as your advisor?"

After asking his question, Deng Yong looked intently at Fang Ziye, his eyes filled with tension.

Fang Ziye shook his head.

After thinking it over carefully, he quickly shook his head: "Master, even if you had the strength you have now back then, if faced with the same choice again, my answer would still be no!"

"As I always say, fate determines everything."

"That's just how people are. They treat those who are good to them well, and they reciprocate those who treat them with sincerity!"

"The previous Fang Ziye was not very good, in fact, it was a bit bad. The teachers that Fang Ziye was assigned were not the strongest either."

"But my teacher is very dedicated to me!"

Fang Ziye looked up again as he said this: "Master, but using your heart first and using your heart later are essentially the same, only the timing is different."

"This is incomparable, and there's no going back."

"It's like, Master, if you could choose again, would you choose me as your student the year I took the postgraduate entrance exam?"

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong fell silent.

The answer is obvious: if they had to choose again, given Fang Ziye's score of last place in the final round of the interview, Deng Yong wouldn't give him much attention.

Academic achievements and the halo of genius—this is the most basic, yet cruel, law of operation in this world!
Even parents only love their own children; they won't open their hearts to other people's children as they do to their own.

Deng Yong replied, seemingly unrelated to the question, "Actually, we're somewhat alike. We're not favored by many people, but we're also quite determined."

"Looking back on the past now, I don't need to care about anything anymore. I think you feel the same way, Ziye."

"Whether I chose you as my master's student or not, you won't hold a grudge against me, because we were who we were back then."

"Every encounter in this world is a matter of fate. Fate is related to many things."

"It's related to an individual's abilities, achievements, experiences, and special opportunities..."

"In the end, Deng Yong at that time was just Deng Yong. He had no choice. If he hadn't chosen to curry favor with a genius like Duan Hong, he wouldn't have reached the level of Deng Yong ten years ago."

"In the end, Fang Ziye a few years ago was probably just Fang Ziye. Fang Ziye didn't have a choice. If you hadn't had the opportunity to become Yuan Weihong's student, and weren't Yuan Weihong's first student, there wouldn't be the Fang Ziye you are today."

"Not everyone can be your safety net and make you feel at ease!"

Fang Ziye looked at Deng Yong in astonishment, his expression subtle.

Deng Yong explained, "Ziye, don't be surprised. Our department has produced a talent like you, and I have gained such an excellent student. It's perfectly normal for us to study you from beginning to end."

“We have not only studied your present, but also your past, your undergraduate grades, and we have also asked your undergraduate classmates about you.”

"This is all normal, because we hope to replicate another Fang Ziye, even if it is just an impossible dream, we still have to dare to think about it."

"And the answer we came to is that when you are given enough protection and no pressure is put on you, you are actually more at ease."

"You are the person most suited to being at ease!"

Deng Yong is very smart, at least when it comes to handling interpersonal relationships.

Perhaps Yuan Weihong had mentioned that article to Deng Yong, but even looking back now, no one can find fault with Fang Ziye.

Given Fang Ziye's current achievements, it's only natural that he published a top-tier paper during his master's studies.

It would be strange if it hadn't been published!
This article provided Fang Ziye with a safety net, allowing him to focus wholeheartedly and be in a relaxed state.

Combined with subsequent events, Fang Ziye achieved various scientific research breakthroughs without any particular pressure.

This is Deng Yong's opinion.

Fang Ziye then said, "Master, looking back on the past is only to better look forward to the future. We are still young."

"So there's no need to dwell too much on the past."

“I’m really happy because Master, you’ve reached this point, so I can do a lot of things with peace of mind. We can do them together.”

"There is no need to seek help from others."

"Now you should know why I gave some things away."

"Because even though I've told you how to do it, you still can't do it, and that feeling is even more painful!"

"When ideas and the ability to execute them become confused, it can cause a person to fall into a state of 'obsession'. My junior brother, Jiehan, was in such a state."

"Many of his ideas are actually good, but if no one can put them into practice, then it's just nonsense."

"For example, you are your master. If I keep nagging you, asking why you are not Academician Gu Yuandong, it will only make you sad, and it's meaningless..."

"But no matter what, our team is currently..."

"What if we include Professor Gong?"

"Hehe." Fang Ziye couldn't make any harsh statements!

Already invincible in body, now wielding invincible weapon!
Upon hearing this, Deng Yong's tone hardened as he asked, "Are you quite familiar with Professor Gong Jiahe? Can he be trusted?"

Fang Ziye thought about it carefully and nodded: "Master, Teacher Gong reached this level a long time before you, and he has also been exposed to many different perspectives."

"These are just some examples of what the world is like, so Professor Gong's thinking is relatively pure now."

"He's not interested in any director!"

"None of us are interested in the director."

"Just like, I remember it was Teacher's Day in 22 or 21, you said to us!"

"After looking inward, we must also look outward."

"Looking at my classmates, looking at my classmates across the country, looking at the entire hospital, looking at the whole province, looking at the whole country, looking at my peers, looking at the whole world..."

"Looking at history, we are but a drop in the ocean in any academic field..."

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong's face flushed red, and he honestly replied, "Back then, I was just making empty promises. How could I possibly understand anything about looking at the whole world?"

"Even now, I am still just Deng Yong."

"Yes, I'm just Deng Yong." Deng Yong repeated, looking down at the sky.

"Ziye, it's getting late, time to go home!"

“Okay, Master, I’ll take you home.” Fang Ziye helped Deng Yong up.

Although Deng Yong is just Deng Yong, his whole world belongs to him, and everything he owns belongs to him!
Fang Ziye was the same. (End of Chapter)