Chapter 133: Poverty Illness (Requesting Subscription)

At the scene, Fang Ziye was stunned, first because of Luo Tingzhu's boldness, and second because he was savoring that moment just now, the feeling of being filled with fragrance, as if there was a lingering sensation.

About ten seconds later, Jie Han came to his senses from the shock, then turned his head elsewhere.

He kept saying "mm, mm, mm, mm" to ease the turmoil in his heart.

Simply shameless to look at, as if there was indeed a bit of shamelessness.

Of course, Jie Han was still struggling at this moment; previously, he had been beaten up by Lan Tianluo because Jie Han forgot to explain to Fang Ziye the relationship between Luo Tingzhu and Lan Tianluo.

He was beaten terribly, but in the end, Jie Han at this moment was left only with a sense of injustice; Senior Sister had fallen...

Yan Zhiming scratched his head, not feeling it was unexpected, nor feeling it was particularly unexpected.

Then he made eyes at Fang Ziye and said softly: "Go, what are you standing there for?"

Fang Ziye made a shushing gesture to Yan Zhiming.

Telling Yan Zhiming not to make a scene first, after all Luo Tingzhu hadn't gone far.

He had to wait until Luo Tingzhu entered the waiting room before he could slip in, because he would accompany Luo Tingzhu all the way to the Magic Capital, and after landing, deliver her luggage to the luggage check-in counter, then Fang Ziye would return on his own...

About ten minutes later, Luo Tingzhu reached the front of the line, waved her little paw back, then stepped into the security check channel.

Only then did Fang Ziye say: "Senior Brother, Jie Han, you go back first, I have to make a round trip to the Magic Capital."

"Go!" Yan Zhiming turned around generously.

And hugged Jie Han, who was reluctant to turn around, tightly, but he wasn't angry either.

Nor could he scold or preach; a graceful and virtuous lady, a gentleman's pursuit—Jie Han had the right to like Senior Sister, but since others were already mutually in love, you should just go about your business...

Fang Ziye didn't rush to check his ticket, but sat patiently by the side for a while.

About fifteen minutes later, Lan Tianluo, with slightly fair skin and a medium build, appeared smiling beside Fang Ziye, called out "Senior Brother" with a slightly lewd tone, then sat close to Fang Ziye.

"Where were you just now? Tingzhu ran too fast, I couldn't hint anything to her." Fang Ziye explained to Lan Tianluo that he wasn't unwilling to help.

"No need, Senior Brother. Senior Sister looks quite fine now." Lan Tianluo thought seriously and said with a slightly delicate voice.

"You and we still haven't changed how we address each other?" Fang Ziye patted Lan Tianluo's shoulder, suddenly feeling that this half-brother of his was also not easy.

Lan Tianluo's original name was Luo Tinglan.

Lan Tianluo didn't answer Fang Ziye's question, but asked back: "Senior Brother, do you know about Holiday Loneliness Syndrome? Some also call it Holiday Depression."

Fang Ziye tilted his head, his eyes full of doubt.

To be honest, Fang Ziye understood loneliness syndrome and depression to some extent; this belonged to the realm of psychology and psychiatry, a mental disorder, but adding "holiday" made it hard for Fang Ziye to understand.

However, with Lan Tianluo mentioning it, Fang Ziye seemed to realize that during the days of the Small New Year and Spring Festival, Luo Tingzhu "actively disappeared."

As for holidays like the Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival, Fang Ziye hadn't really understood what Luo Tingzhu's mental state was.

"You mean, Tingzhu has Holiday Loneliness Syndrome?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Yes." Lan Tianluo nodded.

"Because I saw her many times at the entrance of my father's unit." Lan Tianluo said this shockingly again.

Fang Ziye's heart inexplicably clenched.

As if he could imagine a girl running to a strange environment, silently waiting for a familiar person, following her unfamiliar person, sharing the bliss of family during the holiday, but she secretly hid, not daring to show herself.

Then Fang Ziye continued asking: "No, Tian Luo, I'm not seeing that you two get along quite well? Did you and Luo Tingzhu collaborate on two bioinformatics analyses?"

When Fang Ziye checked his ticket and entered the station, his mind was full of the label Lan Tianluo had put on Luo Tingzhu—

Only seek teaching, do not show weakness.

Fang Ziye didn't think much more, taking big steps toward Boarding Gate 22.

The bored Luo Tingzhu, or rather, was a bit nervous at this moment, not knowing what to do, so she sat with her legs together, holding her mobile phone with both hands, looking toward the direction Fang Ziye was coming from, and the whole person was slightly stunned.

At this moment her eyes were wide open, and after her mobile phone lost strength from her palm, it drooped onto her light blue skirt hem, pressing wrinkles onto the originally flat skirt.

Luo Tingzhu was wearing a mask; after Fang Ziye gradually approached, he could only see her pupils left in her eyes.

Fang Ziye touched his nose as he walked, slowly walked to sit beside Luo Tingzhu, then took out the ticket he had bought and handed it to Luo Tingzhu to see.

"Sending you to the Magic Capital, to be your free porter for once." Fang Ziye said in a low voice.

Luo Tingzhu nervously shrank her body, slightly turning away from Fang Ziye, probably turning about fifteen degrees, then Luo Tingzhu tilted her head to look at Fang Ziye, and after being dazed like a groundhog, her cheeks began to turn rosy.

Heaven pitifully, Luo Tingzhu only thought she wouldn't see Fang Ziye for at least half a year to a year, and just now she had been so bold as to actively hug Fang Ziye once, then she could escape from the crowd she knew and surge into the flow of strangers.

Anyway, no one knew anyone.

Then, now Luo Tingzhu discovered that Fang Ziye suddenly appeared before her again, as if to corner her with no way to escape.

The previous hug had taken Luo Tingzhu over a month of courage to accumulate, now exhausted; the current Luo Tingzhu was already mentally exhausted, and for a while her whole state was not good.

"Junior Sister, are you alright?" Fang Ziye saw Luo Tingzhu's complexion change from shy red to pale, and asked.

Luo Tingzhu shook her head, her whole body shivered, as if she had just been pulled out of the darkness.

"Senior Brother you."

"I." Luo Tingzhu pointed at the two of them.

"Just wanted to send you a stretch of the way; I've never been to the Magic Capital either, to broaden my horizons." Fang Ziye replied.

Luo Tingzhu took a full ten or so seconds before slowly nodding, accepting this fact.

Her complexion and expression gradually returned to natural.

Fang Ziye then took out a relatively exquisite small package from the pocket of the clothes on his left side: "I also brought you a small gift; keep it first, don't rush to open it."

"What is it?" Luo Tingzhu took it with both hands, not opening but asking.

"Open it when you have time, and you'll naturally know." Fang Ziye also sold a secret, bravely taking the first step.

Actually, on this aspect of the problem, Fang Ziye had recently specifically consulted his Master.

But the analysis his Master gave him was: from the perspective of freedom, follow your feelings.

From a career perspective, following the "optimal choice" perspective; in Han City or any city, there is no shortage of girls with excellent family backgrounds and outstanding personal qualities and morals who are willing to find a potential stock.

And nowadays, families are mostly only children.

And in the process of dating such a girl, love would also develop, rather than just making do.

Yuan Weihong did not recommend one to Fang Ziye; he merely listed these two options for Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye considered for about ten days, then made his own decision deep in his heart: Fang Ziye wanted to follow his feelings.

Because Fang Ziye felt that, in terms of his major and career, having Yuan Weihong as a big thigh was already enough, and with that panel as well, even if things were not great, eating a meal was still no problem.

The second choice Yuan Weihong listed was indeed good—it could save many years of effort, even allow him to be completely carefree about money, and if he worked hard enough, he could also have status and equality and such.

But a person has to live for himself once, right? Even if he fails, it doesn't matter.

After carefully putting away the gift box, Luo Tingzhu asked again: "Senior Brother, can I ask you something? Do you understand what I mean?"

After asking, Luo Tingzhu became extremely, extremely, extremely nervous.

She felt she might have used up all her courage from the past few years today; this was courage she had accumulated for a long time, and she dared to take this step forward.

"Someone is always intentionally or unintentionally showing off wealth to me. Although I'm not particularly chauvinistic, one must know how to read the situation."

"You might not know about my experiences from the past few years." Fang Ziye neither confirmed nor denied as he brought up this secret.

Luo Tingzhu said nothing, but her brow furrowed slightly, and she glanced at Fang Ziye like a little hamster, thinking silently, Dad, you're lying...

"Forget it, let's not talk about it. For an ordinary person to even just get a degree at a place like Zhongnan Hospital is quite difficult. Someone like you could never understand the pressure of not being able to graduate." Fang Ziye made a sarcastic remark.

"Forget it, stop talking. For an ordinary person, even just hanging around for a degree at a place like Zhongnan Hospital is not easy; someone like you could never understand the pressure of not being able to graduate." Fang Ziye made a retort.

The two sat there silently, neither speaking again.

The two sat there silently, neither speaking again.

That afternoon, at 14:50, after Luo Tingzhu entered the airport through the boarding gate, Fang Ziye truly parted with her.

This time, Fang Ziye saw Luo Tingzhu off to the boarding gate for the flight to Los Angeles before finally parting.

Naturally, Fang Ziye also bought a flight half an hour later and returned.

No agreement was spoken, but deep in his heart, Fang Ziye still felt a sense of solid ground.

There was no need to say it out loud.

Crossing oceans, a distance of ten thousand miles, in different places!

No matter which factor, it was actually not very suitable to confirm a relationship or such; it would only put too much pressure on both their hearts, with a line pulling them.

If there is fate, continue walking together; if not, then let it be.

Naturally, Fang Ziye taking this step also came with some worry: after going abroad, in this dazzling world, let alone monetary temptation, things even greater than monetary temptation might be encountered.

This point, Yuan Weihong, who had experience going abroad, had once explained to Fang Ziye.

If there is no fate, then it doesn't matter; Fang Ziye had already done his best.

Seeing someone off a thousand li, one must eventually part.

Luo Tingzhu sent Fang Ziye a message at the very last moment before takeoff: she had opened the gift box Fang Ziye gave her and took a photo of the Surplus Zhuzhu inside held in her palm.

She also sent a smiling face emoji: "According to what's online, Senior Brother, giving gifts like you do counts as late-stage straight man cancer."

"Let them say what they say online; I don't have much to give anyway. The funds I earned myself are limited."

Fang Ziye neither confirmed nor denied.

Fang Ziye himself felt he had a bit of straight man cancer; he didn't know how to win a girl's favor, and even more so, he didn't know and had never thought about how to date.

Fang Ziye's biggest thought right now was to first settle himself down and secure his job.

Because of his rural family background, Fang Ziye had never had the leisure to consider matters of love; there was no way around it—if he had to say it seriously, Fang Ziye couldn't even afford a hotel room, and that was reality.

And under such family circumstances, Fang Ziye did not want to resign himself to mediocrity at a prefecture-level city hospital; naturally, he could only push himself to keep moving forward...

Fang Ziye's return trip only took one and a half hours, but Luo Tingzhu's outbound trip took over twenty hours, during which she was basically unreachable.

After doing these things, Fang Ziye looked at his bank card again; the balance on the card was now only 1332.

Naturally, the gift he bought for Luo Tingzhu was not from his parents' money, but from the one month's labor subsidy Yuan Weihong and Teacher Deng gave him, totaling three thousand dollars.

If Fang Ziye told his family about the news that his teachers gave him money, perhaps his family wouldn't need to give him living expenses for over two months. But if Fang Ziye didn't say it, his old father would still have to support him somewhat.

A professional master's graduate student who wants to study well needs a separate space; trying to study and write articles in the dormitory is not very reliable.

Under the previous conditions, Fang Ziye couldn't save any money from his subsidy.

The takeoff of a master's third-year student; scholarships are a matter for the doctoral period. Fang Ziye is still an ordinary master's student, just in the Orthopedics Department, making him seem not so ordinary.

After getting off the plane, Fang Ziye directly took a taxi to the Animal Laboratory.

He said: "Master, I have about forty more minutes before I can reach the Animal Laboratory; you can set out now too."

The airport in Han City is quite far from the city center; Fang Ziye, to save time, simply took a taxi.

Today, besides seeing Luo Tingzhu off, Fang Ziye's schedule also included continuing animal experiments, because he didn't want to waste a single bit of time.

"Alright, I'll have Dong Wenqiang set out with me right away. Go fix the cycle progress of some of the mice you've done." Yuan Weihong nodded immediately.

Although he didn't personally do the experiment, it didn't mean he didn't care; on the contrary, once Fang Ziye needed something, he would come out to solve it immediately, and he had also coordinated manpower in advance.

Fang Ziye thought to himself, You called people? I was planning to ask Senior Brother Xue Cao for help.

However, since Master had called people, naturally those called by Yuan Weihong would take the lead.

Today, the experiment they had to do was to photograph the current bone tumor condition of the first batch of treated mice using the animal-specific X-ray radiography device, doing staged evidence fixation.

The details of animal experiments are many—some rough, some meticulous.

Fang Ziye's team wanted to publish a pretty impressive journal, so naturally they needed to painstakingly perfect every aspect; although this cost a bit more money, its evidence index was higher, and the quality of the evidence would also be higher.

A busy and fulfilling night of experimental steps came to a conclusion.

The time had already come to past eleven at night.

Although taking photos was simple, finding a suitable angle and exporting all the data made this stage not easy.

The radiography operator inside the Animal Laboratory was not familiar with this either; during the photo-taking process, errors occurred frequently, failing to meet Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong's expectations, but that person's attitude was still quite high.

The Radiography Operator inside the Animal Laboratory was not familiar with this either, making frequent mistakes during the photography process, failing to meet Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong's expectations, but their tone remained rather high.

You handle it yourself, however you want.

It would naturally be even more tiring.

After Yuan Weihong left the laboratory, at the doorway of the Animal Laboratory he twisted his waist: "This man really can't accept getting old, it's only been this long, I feel my waist is about to break."

Dong Wenqiang's complexion was very dark, and as he smiled now it was as if two rows of teeth were embedded in the black night: "Brother Wei, then you need to exercise more. Otherwise, Sister-in-law."

Dong Wenqiang hadn't finished speaking when Yuan Weihong directly kicked him.

"You dare joke with me, is your skin itching?" Yuan Weihong put on a Superior attitude.

Dong Wenqiang immediately corrected himself to remedy it: "Otherwise, how many patients would receive less treatment."

Fang Ziye, on the other hand, stood by the side, proper and rule-abiding, with no intention of driving or remedying at all; anyway, even if the teacher and Dong Wenqiang started a conflict, it would be a one-sided thrashing, and Dong Wenqiang couldn't possibly fight Yuan Weihong.

"Want to go get a late-night snack?" Yuan Weihong asked.

Dong Wenqiang, meanwhile, said with an active mind: "Brother Wei, no thanks, you should go back and rest early too; Xiao Fang and I will head back first."

"Xiao Fang's side, I estimate it won't be until the end of March before he can end his Full Detachment early; the progress of this experiment is truly fast."

Fang Ziye had already finished all the operations that needed direct operation, equivalent to Fang Ziye, in less than twenty days, putting over a hundred mice into the Animal Laboratory for breeding, costing tens of thousands.

Of course, these mice, although the money spent on them was great, the significance of their experimental results was also very heavy.

"It's not bad, hah."

"But you're not as strong as Wenqiang; in society I'm Wenqiang, the number one brother of the Jianghan beach in Han City." Yuan Weihong immediately spoke sarcastically.

Dong Wenqiang could only bitterly smile.

……

When Fang Ziye returned to his rented house, it was already twelve-thirty at night.

But around eight o'clock, his mother called Fang Ziye, but since Fang Ziye didn't answer, she called him again.

This time, Fang Ziye hurriedly answered.

"Mom, you haven't slept yet? I just came out of the laboratory, at that time my mobile phone was placed in the storage locker, I didn't receive the call." Fang Ziye hurriedly explained.

"Oh, then that's good; as for me, yesterday I dreamed, dreamed that you were sick; although everyone says dreams and reality are the opposite, my heart is still panicked; you must take care of your health outside. It's this late and you still haven't slept; being a Graduate Student is truly bitter……"

"Old Mom, actually it's fine, only occasionally like this. After all, I'm a doctor."

"You and Old Dad need to rest early; what time is it now?" Fang Ziye replied……

"I'll have your dad give you some living expenses in advance tomorrow; you're near graduation recently, surely you have a lot of things, and also need some socializing, but you must eat well and dress well; buy a few more clothes."

Fang Ziye listened patiently, his eye sockets somewhat uncontrollably turning red.

Cursing himself as a bastard in his heart, then secretly calling himself a poor ghost, before he began to reply……

(Chapter End)