Chapter 223

Teacher Zu was wearing casual clothes at the moment, looking just like an ordinary middle-aged man, and with his amiable face, he seemed more like the image of a relatively open-minded middle-aged uncle.

If Fang Ziye hadn't been introduced to him, Fang Ziye would never have dared to associate him with a person of great power.

"Teacher Zu, Teacher Zu?" Fang Ziye wasn't sure, and asked tentatively again.

"Doctor Fang, long time no see. I really live here too, so I specially came over to thank you once more in person, just the two of us privately."

"Anything is fine, Doctor Fang. Is it convenient for me to come in?" Teacher Zu smiled broadly, looking just like a neighbor uncle coming over to eat melons.

Fang Ziye stepped back two steps, and Teacher Zu walked in himself, then turned sideways to ask, "Doctor Fang, do you need to change shoes?"

"No, no need." Fang Ziye replied with slight nervousness.

Leading Teacher Zu inside, he let him place the azalea-colored fruit platter for cutting fruit brought from home, as well as several slices of watermelon, a bunch of Sunshine Rose grapes, and two strips of Hami melon...

"Teacher Zu, I don't have tea leaves at home. Would you like room temperature water or hot water? I'll go boil some." Fang Ziye wasn't particular, and didn't have the habit of drinking hot water to nourish the stomach in summer.

If possible, and not particularly fatigued, in this hot summer, Fang Ziye liked to gulp down a mouthful of ice-cold drink.

"Water is fine, I'll follow the host's convenience."

"Doctor Fang, I really came specially to thank you. You should know, my identity is special. If not for you, this life of mine might really have been lost."

"After all, I live in this community, but have no family members coming to visit." As Teacher Zu spoke, he even touched the already healed cut on his scalp.

Under such urgent circumstances, the danger of intracranial hematoma required immediate window drainage; this incision had only healed recently.

But every time he thought of it, his back broke out in cold sweat.

"Teacher Zu, didn't you say you were going back?" Fang Ziye sat opposite Teacher Zu, asking with a silly grin.

"Even if I go back, I have to take sick leave. The hematoma in my skull hasn't been completely cleared yet, so I'm not fit for high-intensity work."

"Doctor Fang, please rest assured. I'm just an ordinary citizen now, with no official duties. I came in a private capacity to express thanks, and by the way chat with you, Doctor Fang!" Teacher Zu spoke very calmly, then urged Fang Ziye to eat fruit.

"Just eat a bit, chat while eating."

"Do you mind if I smoke here?" Teacher Zu first took a slice of watermelon himself, then asked Fang Ziye!

"Teacher Zu, suit yourself. I don't smoke, but I don't mind others smoking in front of me." Fang Ziye spread his hands.

Teacher Zu said: "Actually, many times, many true words — people who know you dare not say them, strangers won't say them either. Old oil sticks who've worked for a long time all have strong guard."

"Doctor Fang, you should still be a student, so let's chat casually. Do you feel there are many confusing points in your learning and work process..."

Fang Ziye's heart tightened secretly. He first nodded, then shook his head: "There are definitely doubts, but not many..."

Time passes unhurriedly, never becoming longer or shorter because of anyone's mood.

But these two hours, Fang Ziye felt were like years; he only felt time was too hard to pass.

When seeing Teacher Zu to the doorway, Fang Ziye said apologetically: "Teacher Zu, really sorry. Whether it's my two teachers or my surrounding environment, none have touched the level you want to understand."

"My current thought is just to honestly be a good student, do some research, settle my work well. In a few years I'll have a bowl of rice to eat. As for what you said, I don't know. At most I've only heard rumors online."

Fang Ziye saw Teacher Zu to the elevator entrance, then stopped talking.

Teacher Zu held the fruit platter pinched vertically at his side, looking a bit regretful, but more appreciative: "Doctor Fang, it's fine. I was just mentioning it casually."

"You're a very good young man, very pure, unpolluted. This is good. Eastern Han needs young people like you. Eastern Han's medical circle also needs more fresh blood like you."

"But the things I told you won't stop because you don't participate, nor will there be no one to keep watch because you're unaware."

"Guard your own bottom line well."

"Continue learning more from your teachers." Teacher Zu finished speaking and left via the downstairs elevator.

But actually, the floor he rented should be upward.

But where would Fang Ziye have the leisure to ponder so much? After seeing Teacher Zu off, he hurried back to his own room again.

Calmed down, carefully pondered Teacher Zu's words before and after entering.

Teacher Zu said, recently the medical circle will have a major anti-corruption move, and this move will last a very long time. The sanatorium project Fang Ziye was currently invited to participate in will also be a strict supervision target.

If Fang Ziye is willing, he can establish a contact line with Teacher Zu, contact anytime, absolutely guaranteeing Fang Ziye's safety.

Moreover, Teacher Zu provided Fang Ziye a private email, which after sending is supported by concealment technology from the security department, and also gave Fang Ziye a personal email — the email was Teacher Zu himself.

If Fang Ziye discovers any materials, he can secretly whistleblow and report.

But where would Fang Ziye have time for such things? He just said his research project has nothing to do with the sanatorium project, and this is his master's school's project group, the subsequent research plan.

Fang Ziye even shamelessly said, since trusted by the National Natural Science Fund Committee, he must live up to this trust. Anyway, he just pulled the big flag...

Of course, the main meaning of Teacher Zu's visit was still to express gratitude.

Previously casually arranging Fang Ziye into the sanatorium project — one was to repay kindness, two was for Fang Ziye to establish contact with him, to have a person inserted inside.

Fang Ziye not keeping contact doesn't matter either. No pressure will be forced.

His scope of work hasn't reached the point where Fang Ziye, an ungraduated doctoral student, needs to lend strong support. Manpower isn't lacking to that extent yet.

However, the later words, the more Fang Ziye pondered, the more he felt this might be a firework Teacher Zu set off for him — a warning message.

Learn well from teachers — is he telling me to tell my own teachers about this, or not tell????

Fang Ziye didn't know. After careful pondering, Fang Ziye also didn't know if he had the necessity to contact his two teachers.

And if contact is made, Fang Ziye would definitely still need to prepare to explain the ins and outs.

Fang Ziye only hesitated for five minutes, then first called his teacher Yuan Weihong, and talked about this matter.

But unexpectedly, his Master Yuan Weihong on the other end was already sighing deeply.

Yuan Weihong didn't pursue how Fang Ziye knew this, only said: "This news of yours is definitely true and accurate, but this news is a bit too late."

"Up to now, our surgery department already has several old masters who've been taken for talks, including Professor Li Guohua..."

"Ah? Master?" Fang Ziye swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva in surprise.

Li Guohua, the previous previous previous director of Trauma Surgery, is Teacher Deng Yong's supervisor, the old professor who arranged for me to go to Enshi for training. Him?

"This matter, don't eat melons. Just treat it as if you know nothing about all your situations. And you originally didn't know either."

"I estimate that the person you mentioned told you these things following Professor Li's shadow, probing on you. Maybe they knew you might have some interest dispute with Professor Li."

"But actually there isn't." Yuan Weihong said.

Fang Ziye: "……"

Fang Ziye fell silent for one minute, then said: "Master, we should just honestly do experiments and live our own lives well for the time being."

"Absolutely."

"Even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up; what are you afraid of?"

"No matter how it falls, it won't fall on you. If even a student as pure as you suffers calamity, then Eastern Han's medical circle would truly have no successors."

"Do well yourself, do well in research, do well as a doctor, do well as a teacher." After Yuan Weihong gave this guidance.

He added: "After all, we are merely doctors; we never know if someone would be willing to work overtime during May Day, and even like to make unannounced inspections, then turn back and kill their way back again……"

Yuan Weihong's tone carried a sense of self-reproach and defeat.

The conversation having reached this point, it stopped there.

This matter had not a penny's relation to Yuan Weihong; Yuan Weihong had not yet reached that level.

A few minutes later.

The master-disciple pair shifted topics again: "Master, these several papers should be meaningful for your defense, right?"

Fang Ziye did not say so directly.

"Mm, there certainly is."

"This is my absolute work focus for the next two months, the Outstanding Youth Fund defense."

"Your master also has to rush forward, so as to build a better nest for you few brats."

"Also, it's estimated that this year, Professor Deng's long-cherished wish will be hard to achieve."

"Distinguished Youth isn't that easy to apply for; our research group's current accumulation is still not enough; we must continue to strive." Yuan Weihong's words were very subtle.

That is to say, Professor Deng Yong's accumulation is still not enough to do what Deng Yong wants to do, but his accumulation can do what he, Yuan Weihong, wants to do.

"Master, I also heard Senior Brother Wu Xuanqi say that with my situation, job opportunities should be promising." Fang Ziye hurriedly consulted about his own good thing.

"Mm, about right; the Talent Introduction Plan is almost enough, but you can still continue to strive."

"Money, would you mind having more? I certainly don't mind." Yuan Weihong said.

"Good! ~"

"Master, then I'll strive for a top-tier one, try to scrape together a down payment." After all subsidies were issued, Fang Ziye, with exactly ten thousand yuan in his pocket, also started speaking big words.

"If it really comes up short at that time, just open your mouth and borrow a bit, face be damned. The majority from the masters certainly won't help, but a small gap can be figured out." Yuan Weihong said.

"Thank you, Master." Fang Ziye grinned hehe.

This is his Dao.

(Chapter End)