Chapter 124: Animal Experiment Operation Technique Level 4! (Please Subscribe)

"So many books, do you even have time to read this many?" Fang Ziye said with no small envy.

With his current financial means, Fang Ziye couldn't afford this much furniture; it wasn't that Fang Ziye didn't want to own it.

Naturally, Fang Ziye wasn't Luo Tingzhu either; if Fang Ziye hadn't poured all his time into medicine, his past self would have struggled just to graduate, and now he was bogged down in myriad affairs, unable to break free.

He couldn't be like geniuses such as Luo Tingzhu, with such wide-ranging knowledge.

"I flip through them occasionally, but I don't have much time to read now, Senior Brother."

"Oh, right, Senior Brother Fang, I'm going overseas in March." Luo Tingzhu had her hands behind her back at this moment, showing off her achievements to Fang Ziye.

"March? How long will you be overseas?" Fang Ziye didn't linger, but walked toward the living room of the two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment, turning to ask.

"One year." Luo Tingzhu said, hurriedly going to what was originally the TV cabinet top, fetching a glass water cup for Fang Ziye, and even using the water dispenser's hot water to steep a cup of tea for him; she herself only drank plain hot water.

The sofa's inner padding was old, but the outer leather had been renovated by Luo Tingzhu herself; she bought a sofa cover, making it look rather simple and clean.

Fang Ziye took a sip, felt the tea was a bit hot, then said: "Compared to your place, I feel my own rented apartment was a waste — just a different place to sleep, just finding a work desk."

Luo Tingzhu only pursed her lips; she had only recently realized that no matter what, making her own days comfortable was most suitable, most worthy of Grandma.

Luo Tingzhu also very tactfully didn't suggest Fang Ziye learn to refurbish his place like her; she had spent thirty to forty thousand on all this furnishing, and Fang Ziye probably couldn't come up with that much money.

"It's alright, just casually fixed it up a bit."

"Senior Brother, want melon seeds or peanuts? Just no TV to watch." Luo Tingzhu offered hospitality.

"I'll head back after this cup of tea, have to be on duty tomorrow, you should rest early too." Fang Ziye looked left and right, feeling that the same apartment here had much more spirit than his.

"Okay, Senior Brother."

"Lan Tianluo is my younger brother." Luo Tingzhu explained this incidentally while nodding.

Fang Ziye froze completely, his eyelids blinking rapidly several times, his mind flipping through Luo Tingzhu and Lan Tianluo's ages and all sorts of messy information over and over.

"For real or fake?"

"This news is truly shocking." Fang Ziye sat up straight, trying to keep his expression calm.

"It's true, but I didn't go back with him for New Year; I've always been used to spending New Year alone."

"Senior Brother, that batch of cells from before New Year..."

Coming out of Luo Tingzhu's home, Fang Ziye's mood instantly became much lighter; downstairs, Fang Ziye kept looking back up, some hidden, embarrassed thoughts occasionally peeking out.

But they only peeked a little before he pulled them back.

Everyone likes beauties, Fang Ziye had quite a favorable impression of Luo Tingzhu, but Fang Ziye had originally been wondering whether there was any development prospect with this Junior Sister Luo, when Luo Tingzhu directly used her wallet to make Fang Ziye pull back his foot.

Saved three hundred thousand during school?

How much did his own parents save after a lifetime of hard work?

How to rush this?

This was the first time Fang Ziye restrained his feelings; at the time he still sighed inwardly.

With empty sleeves, how dare one mislead a fine lady.

Only later, Fang Ziye calculated.

Huh, seems maybe he could rush a share of wealth-equality scholarship and Talent Introduction Plan money with Luo Tingzhu...

Then Fang Ziye heard that Lan Tianluo was always dating Luo Tingzhu.

Fang Ziye thus assumed Luo Tingzhu inherently had an admiration-for-strength psychology; her slowly shifting from a Senior Sister's role toward a Junior Sister's role was because he himself became excellent, not other factors.

His so-called "mutual affection" was merely mistaken.

With such a girl, he shouldn't provoke her, because Fang Ziye would never become stronger than everyone.

Then a Lan Tianluo from the Mathematics Department appeared, and it truly became so.

However, today, when Fang Ziye peeled back another layer of gauze from Luo Tingzhu, he felt Luo Tingzhu was really a bit cute, silly, very confident, not very inferior...

Her past journey was a little pitiful, but she locked her own world, still optimistic and active, like an invincible tumbler that can't be knocked down.

When there was no experimental project funding, she went to earn it herself; when there was no chance to experiment, she actively went to mooch.

A bit thick-skinned.

A bit all-out.

Of course also a bit of weakness uniquely hers, but she wasn't affected or artificial.

Once the high-cold exterior and temperament were lifted, she was actually a very ordinary girl, a girl with a bit of emotional void...

Fang Ziye didn't think too much for now; she was going overseas, so she should go overseas in style, study well out there. Fang Ziye himself also had to make sufficient plans for his own future employment and such.

Originally, compared to others, even compared to Luo Tingzhu, he was slightly lacking.

But as a man, if he wanted to pursue a girl, sweet words alone definitely weren't enough, and he shouldn't go promising fetters to others.

Strive forward, walk and watch, won't force himself to say he has no money, keep struggling on the road of effort, able to catch and approach this fate anytime — that is Fang Ziye's own love concept.

Rather than like a weakling, despairing and weeping before gaps and disparities.

Of course, Fang Ziye also didn't like turning himself into someone who sells his own future.

Most promises are empty; better to be down-to-earth.

Without capability, don't be a saint; that's another kind of Holy Mother, naturally no qualifications to pity others either, because Luo Tingzhu is a living example.

If he hadn't gone to Sha City, Fang Ziye would never know Luo Tingzhu's parents had prepared this much for her.

Her original family wasn't good, but not because parents quarreled every three days and fought every five days; it was peaceful separation, just each starting new families, leaving her alone.

If not for Luo Tingzhu's frankness last time, Fang Ziye would even think Luo Tingzhu was very poor, so poor most meals were dealt with by snacks, eating instant noodles in the dorm, hence so thin and weak.

But actually it wasn't at all.

Han City on New Year's Day seemed like a ghost city.

Forget pedestrians, even cars on the street were few and far between, takeout almost nonexistent, as if asleep.

But no matter what, New Year has already arrived!

New Year's Eve is the Spring Festival, and for the people of Eastern Han, New Year's Eve carries a unique sentiment.

Bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new; after today, I'm on duty tomorrow, and the day after I'll go to my teacher's home to pay New Year's respects — it's time to report my accumulated workload to my teacher.

At this time last year, I was still just a little brother, and until mid-year I was waiting for my teacher's guidance; but by the Third Day of Lunar New Year, when I report my accumulated workload to my teacher, he'll probably feel very gratified, right?

After the Spring Festival, my teacher can bring me to start animal experiments, running between the basic laboratory and the animal laboratory; by April at the latest, possibly late March, Master, you can consider finalizing the manuscript for submission.

You gave me a chance at doctoral admission, and I'll return you a 'Qinghua Youth Talent'; my current workload should be about enough, right?

Thinking this, Fang Ziye silently added all the knowledge points he'd accumulated during this period to animal experimentation.

His animal basic experimental technique was already at Level 3, and it instantly broke through 350 proficiency points; for a beginner, it's absolutely sufficient.

After a while, if he adds points to Level 4, he can prepare other knowledge points for his rural rotation.

……

At home, Luo Tingzhu finally put on her favorite loungewear pajamas, because wearing pajamas is more comfortable.

She warmed herself by the stove, took out her tablet to binge-watch shows, and brought out a pile of snacks.

Naturally, there was also a small delicate bowl at hand, containing the "crispy pork" Fang Ziye had delivered, still steaming hot.

She wasn't actually hungry; rather, she hadn't eaten a taste similar to her hometown's fried crispy pork in a long time — many places' crispy pork don't use enough Sichuan pepper, so the flavor isn't pure enough.

Fang Ziye's version was actually a bit off too, but it was the closest to the crispy pork taste in her memory, so she rewarded herself with a small piece.

Meanwhile, both her father and mother had sent her two large red envelopes, but Luo Tingzhu hadn't gotten around to dealing with them yet.

Because she'd had insomnia for several days.

These past few days, Luo Tingzhu didn't dare disturb Fang Ziye, because she was afraid she'd disturb his emotions; naturally, when not disturbing him, Luo Tingzhu had no small amount of worry on her end.

She thought a lot, and finally figured out the reason: before Fang Ziye went home, he hadn't replied to a single message of hers — was it because of Lan Tianluo?

So she grabbed Lan Tianluo and interrogated him for a long time, but Lan, he explained everything.

But Luo Tingzhu couldn't bring herself to ask directly, so she just kept stewing over it.

Actually, recently Luo Tingzhu had still gained many touching moments. The biggest source was two people: one was her detested younger brother whom she hadn't seen since upper elementary school.

He was extremely annoying from the moment he could speak; when he couldn't speak as a child he was fine, occasionally even liked being held by her.

Later contact became rare, so Luo Tingzhu never expected that annoying kid would suddenly barge into her world this year.

There's another person, how to put it, quite unique.

Luo Tingzhu hasn't never seen hard-to-get tactics; she's even met all kinds of senior brothers who pretend to be high-cold, but someone like Fang Ziye who gets along with her in such a plain, ordinary way — she really hasn't encountered many.

She's met elegant people; Fang Ziye doesn't count as elegant at all.

Call him shameless — he doesn't count as that either; on the contrary, sometimes Luo Tingzhu feels Fang Ziye cares too much about face, but other times he seems completely thick-skinned.

Fang Ziye isn't like a hooligan who picks a target and sticks to them.

No, rather, he has his own target, but it's not these things.

What puzzles Luo Tingzhu most is Fang Ziye's mutant collection habit — what's so interesting about looking at other people's experimental images?

Eh, Fang Ziye's different — he not only likes looking at successful ones, he seems to like looking at failed ones even more.

Luo Tingzhu guesses Fang Ziye has a schadenfreude habit of watching others fail while he stands on the peak of success.

The more she guesses, the more she feels it's true; after all, whenever someone's experiment fails in the lab, Fang Ziye rushes forward without hesitation, thick-skinned, saying, "Senior Brother, let me see?"

Senior Brother? Let me see...

Luo Tingzhu thought, and while gnawing on a duck claw, she gnawed her own hand.

Fortunately she didn't bite hard; she nearly gnawed her own claw, it's a bit red, but soon Luo Tingzhu's own face also turned red.

She herself is going overseas, and in one month she'll have to leave...

Although Luo Tingzhu isn't afraid of strange environments at all — after all, for many years she's spent time in strange environments — she's still a bit nervous and disappointed.

Nervous because she'll soon face a completely new environment and country; the disappointment is more because she's not quite clear on what her current thoughts really are, whether she should go overseas.

Or rather, she's not even sure if she's already grown accustomed to this 'struggle' rhythm in the hospital with people by her side; she doesn't want to rush out there alone.

But the problem is, Fang Ziye rushes too fast, to the point where Luo Tingzhu is now panicked, not daring to slack off at all...

Luo Tingzhu returned to her chat interface with Fang Ziye, saw no messages.

She went back and asked Lan Tianluo again: "Have you decided? Once you're really admitted as a master's student, your life trajectory might be completely set."

"Your math talent is very good; don't just waste it casually."

"I don't need the kind of bestowal and protection you understand; I've been alone all these years, don't willfully gift me your talent!"

Lan: "Sister, how do you know I don't like studying medicine but like studying math?"

"Just because I lost 4 points in biology on the college entrance exam and got full marks in math?"

Lan Tianluo took the college entrance exam early, but his score was still very high.

"You still don't understand my meaning." Luo Tingzhu was exasperated, very much carrying a big sister's bearing.

"It's Sister who doesn't understand my meaning."

"I just think Zhongnan's pretty good, can't it be?" Lan Tianluo definitely isn't an idiot; he knows Luo Tingzhu means that with Lan Tianluo's grades and talent, Han City University Affiliated Zhongnan Hospital isn't a good destination for him.

Whether Lan Tianluo steps back into a math major or continues advancing in this direction, casually going to Kyoto University Affiliated Third Hospital or Jishuitan or even Union Medical College would all be better prospects than now.

"Then do as you please." Luo Tingzhu said.

"I think it's pretty good."

"Senior Sister, did that bioinformatics analysis paper of yours get published last time?" Lan Tianluo changed his tone again, starting to care about Luo Tingzhu's bioinformatics learning progress.

"Submitted, minor revisions..." Luo Tingzhu replied.

Luo Tingzhu didn't avoid seeking advice just because she recognized Lan Tianluo's identity; that's not what a mature person would do to escape.

After all, compared to asking those annoying senior brothers, asking Lan Tianluo she doesn't have to worry about anything at all.

Luo Tingzhu noticed her mindset had changed; because of Lan Tianluo's arrival, she was willing to love life more, but Luo Tingzhu didn't pay it mind.

Her parents' matter, Luo Tingzhu had long seen clearly — it wasn't something she could control; after so many years, they could never recombine; things are already like this, so she just has to live her own life better.

……

After returning home, Fang Ziye first organized the experimental data materials he had already produced, planning to mention it to Yuan Weihong when he visited Teacher Yuan Weihong's home after finishing his on-call shift on the second day of the Lunar New Year.

Once workload accumulates, it needs to be published to count as a relatively formal achievement; otherwise, it is merely a few sets of images, completely unable to reflect one's value in the academic world.

Time passed very fulfillingly.

The on-call time was also bland as water.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year after the Spring Festival, no one was willing to run to the hospital; most emergencies were screened by Jin Hongzhou, and even those who had to be hospitalized were not patients requiring emergency surgery.

If there were emergency surgeries, then Jin Hongzhou would lead the surgical team to complete them.

And because it was the beginning of the year, even though Jin Hongzhou knew Fang Ziye was on duty, he could not possibly find things for Fang Ziye to do; one must rest for a while over the course of a year, and some minor dislocations and fractures could be sent to other small hospitals to handle.

Therefore, Fang Ziye spent the entire shift comfortably, and instead earned three hundred yuan in wages.

Even Master's students and Graduate Students on twenty-four-hour duty receive an on-call allowance; the routine is one hundred yuan per night, triple on holidays.

Speaking of this, Fang Ziye truly felt Zhongnan Hospital was humane enough; after all, the daily on-call fee at many formal prefecture-level city hospitals might not even reach one hundred, let alone the claim of double pay on holidays.

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Fang Ziye made an appointment with Yuan Weihong early on.

But Fang Ziye still went back to take a shower and change into a set of clean clothes before heading out again.

No way around it; this visit to his teacher, he could still only go empty-handed.

During the New Year period, express deliveries weren't operating, and the meat from home hadn't been sent over.

But even empty-handed, Fang Ziye felt that bringing this computer over would be enough to make his teacher happy.

Bracing against the cold wind, Fang Ziye pulled up his collar to ward off intrusion, then walked to the building of Yuan Weihong's community.

He entered the elevator, reached the doorway, and only then discovered there was only Yuan Weihong alone inside; his teacher's wife and his master's daughter "Xiao Qi" had not returned.

"Change your shoes yourself, come in and find a seat. I also just returned from home. Your teacher's wife and Xiao Qi are still playing over there. We'll go over together for dinner in the evening."

"But there are many people there, and it's not convenient for us to chat." Yuan Weihong was busy boiling water, making tea, and arranging a fruit platter; after Fang Ziye changed shoes, he proactively stepped forward to help.

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