Chapter 208

There were five envelopes in total.

After Wu Guo Nan explained the source of each one by one, Fang Ziye returned two of them.

"Director Wu, I can't take this one. This is absolutely not something I can take!" Fang Ziye stated firmly.

The ones given by Director Wu Guo Nan and Director Zhang Mingcan weren't much; they were the ones mentioned at the start of the month. Fang Ziye reckoned that the clinical revenue he had brought to the department this month far exceeded this amount, and he had also brought benefits and convenience to the patients.

This way, he could accept it with a clear conscience.

So many closed reductions, in exchange for five thousand dollars from Director Zhang Mingcan and Director Wu Guo Nan — Fang Ziye felt it wasn't an especially, especially large amount, but it was definitely a bit on the high side.

However, the one sealed by Old Director Hong Du, and the red envelope for Huang Kai's surgery — Fang Ziye dared not take those.

There was another red envelope, from Huang Kai's parents-in-law and Huang Kai's own parents, even larger and thicker — Fang Ziye absolutely could not take that one!

"This one actually...?" Wu Guo Nan was actually quite hesitant too.

The favor Fang Ziye owed Huang Kai really couldn't be measured in money.

"Director Wu, this really won't do. If you also find it hard to refuse, just give the medical fees directly to Kai Ye."

"I definitely can't accept it. My Master and Professor Duan, neither of them took a red envelope, so how could I possibly take one?"

"You must return it." Fang Ziye's tone was steady, not at all the tone of a negotiation.

Kai Ye is a good man.

Kai Ye and his wife are actually a happy couple.

The fact that Kai Ye's parents-in-law were still willing to give him this red envelope after their own daughter and grandsons had passed away is enough to prove Kai Ye's character!

"Alright then, in that case, the two thousand yuan the hospital rewarded you with, you'll just have to keep it."

"Mainly because the amount isn't that large, and it's all subsidy in nature, so we're giving it to you directly in cash. If it went through the payroll, you're still a student right now, you'd have to pay tax on it." Hong Du explained it this way.

Whether it was cash or not, Fang Ziye didn't mind at all.

If he was willing, you could give it to me one yuan per bill, a whole sackful, and I could carry it to the bank — I wouldn't mind in the slightest.

However, Fang Ziye sat opposite Wu Guo Nan, looked at Hong Du, and asked very cautiously: "Director Wu, you're a teacher. In your opinion, should I take Director Zhang's money?"

Sometimes, you have to ask the right person, not necessarily your real master.

Whether it was Yuan Weihong or Professor Deng Yong, neither understood Zhang Mingcan as transparently as Wu Guo Nan did.

"Sigh!"

"You can take it, you can not take it."

"Director Zhang, he still has a lot of ideas."

"Just one thing — he managed to get the first basic laboratory for our Orthopedics Department. That alone tells me Director Zhang is actually suited to be Director, it's just that...?" Wu Guo Nan stopped mid-sentence.

What Wu Guo Nan actually wanted to say in his heart was that Zhang Mingcan had a bit too much sense of justice.

Other departments' affairs have nothing whatsoever to do with you, Zhang Mingcan?

Pang Hong throws things at you, and you just have to accept them?

Fang Ziye was stunned upon hearing this.

This matter — it was still his own Master who learned of it from Shen Tao, then told him as gossip. How did Wu Guo Nan know too?

Could it be that Huang Kai himself also knew about this?

If it weren't for Zhang Mingcan meddling on his own initiative, then perhaps the instrument company wouldn't have found its way to Huang Kai, and the subsequent series of events wouldn't have happened.

Things the professors didn't dare do, Zhang Mingcan kept doing sneakily.

If they couldn't be accepted and handled in time, then isn't a backlash all that's left?

"Director Wu, then how about this? You return it to Director Zhang for me?" Fang Ziye said.

"Director Zhang definitely won't take it back."

"I called him before. Director Zhang said, his previous promise to you still stands. As long as you keep bringing his two students along, he'll keep subsidizing you, until Du Hai graduates."

Zhang Mingcan has two students.

Guan Hongming is the Senior Brother, Du Hai is the Fellow Trainee.

Du Hai graduates later, so it's a longer time.

As a Supervisor, Zhang Mingcan's arrangements for the two of them — right or wrong, hard to judge.

But as a Supervisor, Zhang Mingcan's feelings for his two students — the form of expression may differ from me and Yuan Weihong, but the nature is the same.

Zhang Mingcan has already resigned taking responsibility, yet he still worries about the two of them.

"Director Wu, in the future, Senior Brother Guan Hongming and Fellow Trainee Du Hai will also be your students." Fang Ziye didn't answer directly.

Zhang Mingcan's arrangements are Zhang Mingcan's; Fang Ziye still wanted to see what Wu Guo Nan, this nominal Supervisor-to-be, thought.

He couldn't possibly support them a lot, but from Guan Hongming and Du Hai, through observing errors, Fang Ziye had obtained quite a few Knowledge Points. Helping them out a little was no problem.

Because with their current achievements, graduation shouldn't be a problem, but whether they specifically can graduate still depends on whether a Master's Supervisor like Wu Guo Nan is willing to help argue their case before the committee.

"To this day I still haven't supervised any students; I just have a Supervisor's name hanging there. I won't say any high-sounding words to you, Doctor Fang. If I really had absolute confidence in getting students to graduate, I would have taken students long ago."

"But I don't have that confidence. Right now it's just being driven onto the stage like a duck."

"And originally, in our department, Huang Kai could have undertaken this task. But now Huang Kai, even if he wakes up post-op, his own rehabilitation task is very heavy."

"So we still need you, Doctor Fang, and Teacher Shen Tao, to help out more. I'm speaking the truth here." Wu Guo Nan was very frank.

After finishing the talk with Wu Guo Nan, Fang Ziye's double-shoulder backpack had seven thousand dollars more in it.

This money was truly timely help in a time of need.

And now that he had this money in hand, Fang Ziye felt too embarrassed to ask Director Wu Guo Nan and Director Zhang Mingcan for reimbursement for the late-night snack treat for Senior Brother Wu Xuanqi before, and for the meal treat for his own Master and Professor Duan Hong.

A person can't be too penny-pinching, and shouldn't be too greedy either.

Directors Zhang Mingcan and Wu Guo Nan right now are both surrounded by a mess of troubles, with lots of things on their minds — they definitely won't remember, and he should be understanding.

Fang Ziye was poor, so poor that the first thing he did was deposit this money at the automated teller machine.

After the money reached his bank card, Fang Ziye immediately carried out the repayment operation for Hua Biao.

That left him with just over five thousand remaining.

Now he finally had some savings.

"Spending money is easy, earning money is hard; a single penny can stump a hero." Fang Ziye sighed at the bank doorway.

When you have no money, you still shouldn't pretend to be some big shot.

Actually, what Fang Ziye did and why he was this strapped was that he bought Luo Tingzhu a small gift, a small gift costing over two thousand, which used up the two thousand five labor subsidy Yuan Weihong gave him.

He was too embarrassed to ask his family for money and held out for a month, so isn't that how he ended up so tight?

No wonder I heard a streamer say before:

"I believe in his damn love; right now I just want to make money, make money, and make money."

"No love makes me drunk; only making money keeps me awake at night!"

"Ten years as a simp, all for nothing; one night at a bar, calling someone husband."

"As long as the lights flash fast enough, there's no fucking sadness, only love..."

In the end, Fang Ziye gathered up all his complex feelings and emotions and walked toward his rented place.

These past two days, many faces left a profound memory on Fang Ziye.

Including Jealousy hero Zhang Yu, Officer Liu Chaodong, then a Pang Hong, and Huang Kai.

Just these few people, originally all exceptionally good people, yet all turned into something neither human nor ghost because of some scum and dregs! ~

In this era, if there exist any heroes besides ordinary heroes, they are actually caused by society's own unrest factors!

And all of this, Fang Ziye is powerless to change.

What Fang Ziye can do now is let those who won't die live well, preserve some extra function, and save those who might die!

Let those who should die?

Forget it.

Fang Ziye shook his head, not going to think about this very sensitive topic.

At the hospital, everyone is a patient; there's no such thing as who should or shouldn't die. Better not go off on a tangent.

The secret of those few who developed hematomas through closed reduction technique, Fang Ziye plans to rot it into his bones.

……

It's daytime here, while on the other end Luo Tingzhu is already sleeping soundly.

Fang Ziye didn't gossip to her about too many negative effects and negative stories, to avoid her worry and avoid polluting the world in her eyes.

But while Fang Ziye didn't seek anyone to chat, he was found by someone.

"Ziye, free?" Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Shen Tao, who had disappeared for several days, called Fang Ziye directly and asked right away.

"Teacher Shen, I just napped a bit and woke up." Fang Ziye had slacked off for a few hours, but it was to rest fully before continuing to wrestle with Fellow Trainee Lan Tianluo over fracture classification basic theory data analysis tonight.

These past few days Fang Ziye has been busy nonstop, dizzy and swollen-headed; what Lan Tianluo did, how the previously finished manuscript submission went, Fang Ziye knows nothing and had no time to care.

"That's perfect, come keep me company for a drink. Just us two grandpas."

"I've been dying to find a drinking buddy." Shen Tao let out a breath and said.

"Teacher Shen, aren't you not good with alcohol?" Fang Ziye actually had other arrangements tonight; these days of surgeries and socializing had already wasted quite a bit of his time.

"Hurry over, cut the crap." After Shen Tao returned to Han City, his temper seemed to have become weirdly different from before.

Fang Ziye hurriedly said: "Okay, Teacher Shen, send the location, I'll be right there."

Shen Tao wants to drink, and is looking for a drinking buddy; that definitely won't be settled in one or two hours.

What can he do? The call came, he can't refuse; no need to fall out and quarrel directly over a drinking session, right?

Low status, words carry no weight!

Fang Ziye has a premonition his wallet might take another hit.

Fang Ziye roughly understands Shen Tao's encounter; he's definitely aiming to drown a thousand sorrows in one drunk; he'll be drunk senseless, so how will the bill be settled?

Huh?

What's wrong with me, recently this period I've gone broke crazy, so that's why I'm being so stingy.

Damn it!

As Fang Ziye went out, he lightly fanned his own face.

Happy New Year to all readers!

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(Chapter End)