Chapter 117: Snack Pack and Pocket Money (Seeking Subscription)

After photographing all the suspended cells in the cell culture flasks one by one, Luo Tingzhu saved them first, and did not send them directly to Fang Ziye.

She glanced at Fang Ziye and found he was still doing experiments, with no intention of going to the Training Room, so Luo Tingzhu no longer disturbed or waited.

The larger portion of Fang Ziye's time is spent half-detached conducting research tasks, but her learning path emphasizes both Basic Experiments and Clinical Operations equally; the Training Room still has to be attended.

Debridement Technique also still needs to be practiced and caught up on.

After packing up her Computer, double-shoulder bag, and Snack Chest Pack, Luo Tingzhu touched a Bank Card in the innermost layer of the Snack Chest Pack.

The corners of her mouth curled into a faint smile.

Walking out of the Experimental Building, Luo Tingzhu put on fluffy Gloves, rubbed her hands, and walked into the cold wind.

In late January, the Han City University Medical Department was no different from previous years.

Most Undergraduate Junior Brothers/Sisters had gone Home for the holiday; those on Clinical Internship also mostly wouldn't come to Clinical anymore — how could Interns possibly not go Home for the New Year?

This is a sentiment unique to Eastern Han people.

Graduate Students are all rotating in Clinical or Laboratories, so the campus is exceptionally cold and quiet.

Even the School Hospital has temporarily closed.

The cold wind rustled, blowing up fallen leaves; Luo Tingzhu's mood gradually became slightly apprehensive. Luo Tingzhu knew that today's Senior Brother Fang Ziye was being a little deliberate; she had noticed.

However, this isn't particularly special; rather, what's a bit special is Fang Ziye this person.

Very down-to-earth, very hardworking.

Fang Ziye's down-to-earth nature is even more down-to-earth than hers; he wears no famous brands, and seeing her own Scholarship of three hundred thousand, he treats it like an astronomical figure.

Moreover, Fang Ziye once told Luo Tingzhu that his probable future goal and pressure, if he wants to Buy a House in Han City, is that he must have a very high-end Talent Introduction Fee.

But Luo Tingzhu knows she herself doesn't need it.

Because these things, her parents have already prepared them all.

Father would regularly remit a sum of pocket money to her every half year; Grandma said not to but still kept the Card for her; now nearly Twenty Years have passed, and the money inside has accumulated to nine hundred thousand.

Mother hasn't given this much, hasn't even expressed anything so far, but.

All the Snacks in Luo Tingzhu's Chest Pack are purchased online by her on schedule every month or even every half month and delivered.

There are many varieties of Snacks; Luo Tingzhu can choose herself, and she also helps pick some.

And Mother said her salary isn't especially high, definitely can't give as much as Father, but over so many years her accumulated savings, even split half-half with her 'Younger Sister', is still not a little, nearly sixty.

University students of the Nineties, as long as they don't court death themselves, in Eastern Han can ultimately get along pretty well.

Parents were both considered intellectuals back then; their current incomes are still not bad, but the only thing Luo Tingzhu couldn't understand back then was: they clearly could live life very well, so why did they separate?

Luo Tingzhu doesn't particularly want to understand now either, but she understands one thing: Mother as a highly educated woman has the right to choose her own lifestyle; Father is the same.

Luo Tingzhu doesn't like them, prefers Grandma. The two didn't go to court either.

In the cold wind, Luo Tingzhu opened a Zero Food Busy Duck Claw, took a bite, and chewed slowly.

Luo Tingzhu vaguely remembers that back then she was still very small; when Mother left, she gave her a big pack, a very, very big pack of Snacks, and instructed her: can eat, but not too much; at most, at most one small bag per day.

Back then, the Snack Pack Luo Tingzhu wore herself was only Fist-sized; inside it could hold at most a few candies and a pack of Spicy Strips.

Grandma stipulated only one pack per week.

Back then, Luo Tingzhu felt there was nothing to do, could only kill time by eating and eating, and then keeping her Grandma company.

During High School, Snacks weren't allowed into School, but Luo Tingzhu's own Clothes weren't few.

Luo Tingzhu's relationship with Father is relatively the Worst; there's almost no communication or contact.

Stepmother does often show Concern and ask, but ultimately they never got along, so there's not much feeling; just Routine, still passable...

The reason Luo Tingzhu thinks so much is because the loneliest time of the year is about to come.

New Year!

If no Accident, in two more days it should be the Southern Small New Year.

But Luo Tingzhu is already used to it.

Just, ever since Grandma passed, that Room at the Hometown has also become much colder; Luo Tingzhu also can't blend into Uncle's family's joyful harmony; scenes trigger emotions.

"This year, should still spend it in the Dormitory." Luo Tingzhu thought, and took another bite of Duck Claw.

Before long, she arrived at the Training Room; after throwing the Garbage Bag and the Tissue-wrapped Bone Tissue into the Trash Can, Luo Tingzhu walked toward the Training Room to collect the Pork Belly.

In the Laboratory.

Fang Ziye is still Busy.

But Fang Ziye's Busy isn't merely for simply doing experiments well; it's to prepare sufficient Materials, Strive to publish a Major Paper.

Some early small Materials are for supporting the Teacher and applying for a General Project together with the Teacher. Another part, if the Experiment Progress is reliable, can obtain data before he leaves the Hospital for Enshi Central Hospital, then prepare a Manuscript for publication.

And if published timely with sufficient Workload, perhaps the Teacher's Youth Thousand Talents Plan this year has a chance too?

And immersive Experimenting yields so many Knowledge Points.

The Research Project Group's funds, though currently only about one hundred fifty thousand left, have exchanged for Knowledge Points for Fang Ziye as high as over three hundred points.

Equivalent to one hundred sixty yuan per Knowledge Point.

Among them, most Knowledge Points were Added by Fang Ziye to Basic Cell Experiment; but today's results added about 30 points, so the RMB to Knowledge Point ratio decreased slightly again.

The road ahead is promising.

Fang Ziye paused to rest a bit.

"Senior Brother Money." Seeing Qian Qiaofeng look his way, Fang Ziye walked over, Sat Down beside Qian Qiaofeng, and greeted him.

"Ziye, your experiment now hasn't already reached the immunology stage of cytology, has it?" Qian Qiaofeng asked in puzzlement and shock.

"How come I only see you doing experiments, not writing papers? Your current Data Accumulation is enough to write a paper, right?"

"Maybe it's not time yet; my Master said not to rush."

Fang Ziye casually brought up his Master as the scapegoat Stove God, then asked: "Senior Brother Money, doesn't your Thoracic Surgery have many surgeries? Didn't Professor Hong let you go help in Clinical?"

"Clinical manpower is sufficient; I'm just wandering around the lab for a while right now."

"Ziye, your hand is big enough?" Qian Qiaofeng carefully looked at Fang Ziye's hand, clicking his tongue in wonder.

The "big hand" Qian Qiaofeng spoke of didn't mean a literally large palm; it meant a big finger.

Joking aside, in Yuan Weihong's research group right now, only Fang Ziye has held things up — good fellow, his experiment success rate is still high; clearly the group doesn't have much money, yet he stubbornly turned it into nearly a million-level workload, and there's no one else like him.

"Senior Brother Qian, are you mocking me? My workload isn't enough; currently there's only one basic paper hanging, so of course I have to do more."

"Right, Senior Brother Qian? That Liu Senior Brother you were just chatting with? Which department is he from?" Fang Ziye naturally wouldn't be completely indifferent.

Toward Luo Tingzhu, Fang Ziye had a favorable impression, but more than that he felt she was a junior sister.

And Luo Tingzhu showed a certain rejection mentality, so Fang Ziye naturally asked casually.

"Urology Department, Dean Wang's student! Also a very impressive doctoral senior brother, belonging to the type strong in both clinical and basic research."

"I also didn't expect he would come to our lab." Qian Qiaofeng was slightly puzzled, put down his phone, on which the anime was still scrolling on mute.

"I also didn't expect he would come to our lab." Qian Qiaofeng was slightly puzzled, put down his phone, on which the anime was still scrolling on mute.

Fang Ziye then explained: "It was Tingzhu who invited him to help with experiments. Haven't met before either."

Hearing this, Qian Qiaofeng froze: "No, I'm not — seeing your relationship with Junior Sister Tingzhu is pretty good? Tingzhu still needs to find him to help with experiments?"

"On basic experiments, there's still something you can't do?" Qian Qiaofeng was extremely surprised.

A person praised so fiercely by his own senior brother shouldn't be unable to do routine basic experiments; if it's non-routine basic experiments, that requires money to smash, not a capability issue.

"Been busy recently, so Junior Sister went to find someone else."

"Senior Brother, you should be stable for hospital retention, right?" Fang Ziye asked.

Although Qian Qiaofeng is only a second-year doctoral student now, he is actually deeply loved by Associate Professor Hong Zili; probably later, Associate Professor Hong Zili will directly pat the Thoracic Surgery chief on the shoulder and keep Qian Qiaofeng.

"Me, I'll wait for the boss's arrangement; however the boss arranges, I'll do." Qian Qiaofeng didn't say it too fully, but the meaning is that currently some accumulation is already packed full, just waiting for an opportunity.

"Senior Brother, then please guide me more in the future. I should be staying in the lab for a while."

"Last time that experiment accident, thanks to Senior Brother Qian you covered for me." Fang Ziye hurriedly cupped his fists.

Last time, because Luo Tingzhu said "double flying," Fang Ziye was scared into knocking over the culture dishes; Qian Qiaofeng happened to be in charge of lab safety.

"Hey, saying these things — we're all brothers from now on, at least fellow disciples."

"Guidance can't be spoken of, but if you need help, you have to say in advance; I'm also a bit busy, mainly because Master is too competitive." Qian Qiaofeng's response was also very sincere.

"Good, thanks Senior Brother, then I'll take you at your word." Fang Ziye accompanied with a smile.

"Of course it's at your word; who has time to joke with you? Professor Deng's chief disciple — none other than you." Qian Qiaofeng praised Fang Ziye.

Then said: "This Liu Tengyuan, probably scared off by your and my senior brother's resumes; I heard a fellow trainee in our group say Liu Tengyuan came specifically to teach Luo Tingzhu experiments."

"Before he came, he even asked him to inquire about Luo Tingzhu's basic situation."

"Senior Brother, you're blowing this too hard; I don't even dare to self-boast and climb up anymore! ~" Fang Ziye wasn't particularly modest either, just chatted with Qian Qiaofeng for a while longer, knowing Qian Qiaofeng was also a fairly excellent senior brother; there might be cooperation opportunities later.

Naturally, Fang Ziye knew this Qian Qiaofeng was probably really busy, had wanted his help for a long time, and even proposed that when free he could help do some experiments; he could pay, and later could hang a second-author identity on Fang Ziye.

"Senior Brother, Professor Hong's papers — second authors all benefit greatly; would this be inappropriate?" Fang Ziye wasn't thinking second author was too low, but whether it should be done.

"If it weren't for Professor Deng spanning the middle, Master would've long wanted to pull you to Thoracic Surgery, but due to Professor Deng's face, just never good to propose it."

"Afraid of being beaten, but as the same large research group, everything's negotiable." Qian Qiaofeng asked mysteriously.

"Ah?" Fang Ziye froze.

"Strong-strong alliance, each taking what they need." Qian Qiaofeng gave a you-know expression.

Fang Ziye suddenly had a flash of insight.

Professor Deng Yong indeed missed the Distinguished Youth review, but Hong Zili is in his prime.

If Professor Deng wants to jump for Changjiang Scholar, he indeed can form a strong-strong alliance with Associate Professor Hong Zili.

Super major paper — as long as they hang names together, both benefit, can further enhance their influence.

And Professor Deng Yong and Associate Professor Hong Zili have no direct competition; whoever moves up, inside the research group adding a Changjiang Scholar and Distinguished Youth, that tm walking out even one's stature grows a bit.

When fighting with other professors nationwide, resource integration is necessary.

"Senior Brother. Is this melon you're stuffing me a bit too big?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Others can not know, but Ziye you must know! ~" Qian Qiaofeng said laughing.

Meaning: in Professor Deng's group, the fierce doctoral team must have a seat for you Fang Ziye; otherwise, Associate Professor Hong Zili and Professor Deng Yong's cooperation would be a loss.

Fang Ziye hurriedly slipped away.

For the big shots' world and perspective, he couldn't see too clearly; just wanted to do his own things well, and for now only thought: let his teacher get into a small Qinghua Youth Talent, as returning a peach for a plum.

The rest, Fang Ziye really didn't dare think.

Distinguished Youth? Changjiang Scholar?

These are all figures of extreme weight nationwide; once they step out, in the industry they hold pivotal positions.

But still that sentence.

Workload, workload, achievements, achievements; without achievements, everything is empty.

Any kind of achievements wanted; best is several Nature papers on the body plus several National Science and Technology Progress First Prizes, worn on the body — that's truly steady and secure.

……

Fang Ziye rested a bit, then continued burrowing into the lab.

5:40 PM.

Jin Hongzhou summoned everyone in the small group to start drawing lots for holiday duty.

Purely luck; whether it was Fang Ziye who had done duty for two years before, or Master's senior brothers like Li Yuanpei and Xiong Jinhuan, none escaped convention.

Fang Ziye's luck couldn't be called good, nor could it be called bad.

Drew the second day of Lunar New Year.

Equivalent to Fang Ziye can go home for New Year, but must rush back on the first day; this way, it's just right to spend New Year at home.

Go home on the twenty-ninth, reunite with family for a meal on the thirtieth, and have to go out at noon on the first day.

However, after seeing Fang Ziye's schedule, Lan Tianluo proactively proposed: "Senior Brother, how about I swap with you? I'm on the fifth, and your home is far away."

This is the benefit of having a Fellow Trainee, but how would Fang Ziye bully his Fellow Trainee? Lan Tianluo's home isn't close either, it's even across provinces.

"It's fine, being able to go back for the New Year is good enough. Don't forget, in April, I can go back to my Hometown, round trip is less than an hour." Fang Ziye didn't agree, put the schedule dates into his Schedule Planning, and went to the Training Room again, staying for a small hour.

In this one hour, Fang Ziye only casually operated the Bone Osteotomy Technique.

First feeling: truly fucking difficult.

Second feeling: when not Adding Points, truly fucking difficult.

However, work has a focus.

The Doctoral Stage benchmark of Passing the Training Room, leave that for later. For the next few months, the fundamental thing is to early raise all Experimental Techniques to Level 4, then quickly and steadily do the Experiments well.

When Fang Ziye was practicing, Luo Tingzhu was not in the Training Room, but someone told Fang Ziye that Luo Tingzhu went to make a Phone Call. Fang Ziye naturally couldn't go eavesdrop, so Fang Ziye continued drilling into the Laboratory...

"Tingzhu, listen, come to Henan Province for the New Year. Xiao Tao also said he wants you back for the New Year. He was a bit not Sensible back then, but now he's grown up, so he misses you this Sister. Come home for the New Year too, everyone reunite together..."

Luo Tingzhu at this moment stood in the Building corridor inside the Laboratory, facing the Window, blandly saying: "Dad, but I've also grown up."

Luo Tingzhu's voice didn't break, but very Obviously, the Middle-aged on the Phone Other End broke.

Nasal Breathing rustled for a while.

A long time without speaking.

A full Two Minutes later, the Middle-aged finally said a very Steady sentence: "Tingzhu, you can blame your dad me, but don't blame Xiao Tao."

"I don't know if you feel he Snatched your dad, but back then, me and your mom, our respective choices and worlds, just appeared discrepancies. We didn't Quarrel and Separate."

"Tingzhu, since you've already grown up, you Should Know. Xiao Tao never had a Grandma."

"Can you understand my words?"

"He is Innocent. As a Grandma, do you feel my mom doing that is Suitable?"

"Of Course, as a Grandma, she is very good to you."

"Xiao Tao back then told you how you came to our home, because he heard others speaking to him like that."

"I don't hope you siblings can be perfectly harmonious, but at least, can have some contact, don't be strangers in the world, No Contact until death, that's really Unnecessary."

"It's the New Year, I also Very Want to see you."

"The reason you chose Han City before, wasn't it For Convenience to come back for the New Year?"

"I'm in Henan Province, your mom is in Hunan Province, you're right in the middle. I know all this, but I also have No Way. Compromise to live together is very difficult, you know? Tingzhu."

Luo Tingzhu replied: "Dad, actually there's nothing difficult."

"Like this is pretty good. I have to go to the Training Room, let's talk Next Time."

Luo Tingzhu's chest at this moment had no Snack Backpack, nor that Bank Card. The two things she possesses are things that can be Put Down. They are not Innate, accompanying her Life Trajectory.

(Chapter End)