Chapter 245

Fang Ziye couldn't control where the teachers went, but this unexpected good news today, Fang Ziye still shared it with Luo Tingzhu, who was thousands of miles away, at the first moment.

But Fang Ziye didn't tell Luo Tingzhu the specific reason why Pang Shu and Ning Jindong didn't participate.

Luo Tingzhu felt very surprised: "Senior Brother, your luck is too good, right? This kind of provincial youth competition still has quite high gold content. The prize money is also very rich!"

"/Awesome!" Luo Tingzhu forgot that kind of hypocritical format and address, probably didn't have time to organize language, just typed from the heart.

"If it weren't for these two teachers possibly having urgent matters, they definitely wouldn't give up the competition." Fang Ziye was a bit embarrassed.

"After all, Special Prize, fifty thousand yuan? First Prize is only twenty thousand!" Fang Ziye was hinting.

Hehe, your Senior Brother me, can also learn to take the competition-to-earn-money route.

Although fifty thousand, compared to the money Luo Tingzhu saved up, is less than a fraction, this represents that Fang Ziye can take this kind of route.

Studying can earn money, this is an absolutely proud honor.

Moreover, earning money through studying and competitions has no flaws at all, clean and pure, no one can say you're excellent and get prize money, so you shouldn't.

"Then Senior Brother you also need the ability to win it, right?"

"First Prize in the youth group, so envious. So much small money." Luo Tingzhu's next message had a bit of that commercial flattery taste.

"Hey, don't mention it, when I just went upstairs, I still heard someone complaining I walked dog shit luck."

"After all originally, I couldn't even enter the final round." Fang Ziye only dared to say this kind of thing to Luo Tingzhu.

Can't go tell on Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong either, just afraid these two hotheads would rush off to settle scores, then it would be unnecessary.

Originally I'm just picking up a bargain, being criticized a few sentences, then putting the money in my pocket, being obedient, getting the advantage but not acting cute.

As for what they call picking up a bargain, it's not like I reported them, or I took the two hot-favorite teachers for Special Prize to play tricks, so they couldn't come, what does that have to do with me?

But Luo Tingzhu seemed very experienced: "Senior Brother, you have to gradually get used to the existence of lemon spirits!"

One sentence, expressed many layers of meaning.

Thinking about it, I just got fifty thousand prize money and people talk behind my back, Luo Tingzhu got so much money, wanting not to be accused of black-box operations isn't easy either.

Fang Ziye then said: "Actually, what I heard the two Senior Brothers from Peking Union Medical College Hospital say makes sense."

"Before me, there hasn't been a precedent of a Doctor winning Special Prize, after this time, the school will probably use me as a whip to drive cattle, making this atmosphere even more competitive."

"The current atmosphere is actually already competitive enough."

"Just, I also can't pretend not to take it." Fang Ziye shared his true feelings.

During Doctorate, competitive or not?

Can say it's the most competitive, during Master's, the biggest problem to consider is graduation and reading Doctor, while Doctorate, what needs consideration is employment.

Employment basically only two choices, one is hospital retention, two is can't retain in hospital.

Too many people find it hard to retain in hospital, if they also encounter returning overseas Doctors, then a whole class might sink without a trace.

This isn't saying overseas study is high-end, but some extremely excellent people, after undergraduate graduation, get full scholarships to study abroad, when they return from outside, under circumstances where many don't know the details, they kill back around, catching people off guard.

Causing the whole class to be wiped out, leaving the home hospital to find jobs at outside hospitals.

After all, those who can directly apply to go abroad with full scholarships are inevitably those who were already very excellent that class, and many still choose to pay compensation and not return.

"Must take it of course, won by real ability, why not take it?"

"Senior Brother, congratulations from afar, next time I come back, remember to treat me to a meal." Luo Tingzhu boldly proposed.

"Good! ~ Whatever you want to eat is fine." Fang Ziye waved his hand generously in the message.

Actually at this moment, Fang Ziye really hoped Luo Tingzhu was a driving expert, then when his emotions were high, could flirt a few rounds with him, like "can eat people?"

However, such ambiguous thoughts were purely Fang Ziye thinking a bit too much.

"I'll think first, slowly think of something more expensive and tastier." Luo Tingzhu's reply was quite formal.

"I'm going to sleep." Luo Tingzhu said.

"Mhm mhm, rest well. Rest early, also, thank you for sharing those images." Fang Ziye mentioned, then Luo Tingzhu didn't reply anymore.

Fang Ziye felt he was a bit arrogant.

Courage also grew.

Putting down the phone, Fang Ziye reflected a bit, felt that since he possibly got this Special Prize, he felt he could face Luo Tingzhu head-on, and wouldn't be 'inferior' or lose out.

This thing called potential is all illusory. Belongs to selling the future.

If someone tells you a junior high student with great grades will become a top expert and professor later, you might believe it, but won't absolutely take such a statement as truth.

And Fang Ziye is someone who likes to face reality.

However much ability, hold that big a rice bowl.

Dreams will do it too, but ultimately everyone lives in reality, only when you truly reach that step will you feel it's real, all thoughts, desires, achievements, only then naturally and naturally, not selling your future ah, just showing your present ah?

Luo Tingzhu didn't reply again, Fang Ziye's thoughts also stopped wandering, patiently waiting for the ten-thirty closing ceremony and award ceremony about to begin!

Nine fifty-eight, Fang Ziye actively went out the room door, planning to invite Master to go downstairs together.

But at this time, a Shen Tao with a face like he'd had it, pointed at Yuan Weihong's Mediterranean, cursed loudly: "Yuan Weihong, I fuck your grandma, you this dog lan zi (dog cunt)."

Finished speaking, Shen Tao walked toward the elevator direction.

"Tao Ge, hey, Tao Ge..." Yuan Weihong called him from behind, but Shen Tao didn't even move his neck once.

"Still iron brothers, really." Yuan Weihong complained in place, the whole person like a cheap (no typo)!

Master's mentality is really good, Fang Ziye also a bit envies Yuan Weihong's temperament, just he really can't learn it.

"Master, ten-thirty is almost here, you and me go down together?" Fang Ziye asked.

Right now teacher is in high spirits, who knows if he'll find someone else to show off again?

Yuan Weihong then asked Fang Ziye: "Ziye, you say, papers, competition rankings these, are they all external things? They're just there, neither increase nor decrease, and won't bring you money or anything, published after, got the trophies and certificates after, can't even sell them?"

"Who would buy?" Yuan Weihong asked seriously.

Fang Ziye bitterly smiled inside, accompanied smile on face: "Right right right! ~"

Motherfucker, Master, it's because you're my Master, also you and me are a team, we share honor and disgrace, otherwise if you chat with me like this, with this kind of logic, I'd have to bye-bye you!

Are writings external things?

Yes.

All titles are, including but not limited to Academician, Nobel Prize, and so on.

How much money can this thing sell for? Who dares to buy it?

But you can't understand it like that, you can't chat with others like that, isn't this top-tier Versailles?

"Look, they can't see through it all, it's still us two who are more low-key." Yuan Weihong's mood was indescribably melancholy, his tone indescribably bitter.

As if the Peach Blossom Immortal, seeing through all the world's splendor.

Fang Ziye could only hold back his laughter!

Of course, this holding back of laughter slowly disappeared when Fang Ziye went downstairs and rushed to the competition venue.

At this moment, Fang Ziye was the center of attention, attracting not only the gaze of young people like him, but also some superiors who came to join the fun, as well as Pang Shu and the team from Provincial Central Hospital led by Ning Jindong, who had come out again to the competition site — all looked toward Fang Ziye.

Each with complex expressions.

Some envious, some jealous, some puzzled, some sour.

Especially Pang Shu and Ning Jindong, the helplessness in their eyes — if converted to text, could probably write a whole book.

Naturally, they also didn't say anything further to stir up trouble, taking the lead to say Fang Ziye shouldn't get the award.

Fang Ziye being able to suppress Chen Tailin and Wu Xuanqi and win the Special Prize after they were absent from the competition was already an unprecedented miracle.

Give Fang Ziye a few more years, and even they at their current peak would definitely have to retreat three steps.

Just, after this session, they can no longer compete, having already exceeded the age limit — this Skills Competition's Special Prize is destined to become a lifelong regret.

And the others beside the two looked at Fang Ziye with appreciation mixed with a sense of emotion.

Why isn't this from our own unit?

If this were my student, my subordinate, how wonderful would that be?

Right now, Yuan Weihong, Teacher Deng, and the others all had very calm expressions; seeing people, they greeted them politely, neither boasting nor making a scene.

Professor Lu was the host of the competition venue; after obtaining everyone's scores, he began loudly announcing the Third Prize, Second Prize, and First Prize winners.

And also invited professors from various specialties within the province, or directors from Enshi Prefecture-level City Hospital, as well as leaders from the Health Commission to come rub some heat and hold the award ceremony.

After the formulaic receiving of trophies, certificates, and taking photos.

Professor Lu then announced loudly: "This time, our Hubei Province's Young Physician Skills Competition has, as it were, broken unprecedented records once again."

"That is, the Special Prize winner of this session is not a formal staff member, but a student, a currently enrolled Doctoral Student."

"He is, from, Han City University, Zhongnan Hospital, Trauma Surgery's Professional Doctorate Doctoral Student!" Professor Lu, very proficiently, dragged out his tone, deliberately adding a string of prefixes before Fang Ziye.

Otherwise, Fang Ziye would have no other prefixes to add, nor any particularly gorgeous suffixes to follow.

"Doctor Fang Ziye, let us congratulate him, representing our province's younger generation, appearing, and standing on the stage uniquely belonging to them..." Professor Lu made an inviting gesture.

Fang Ziye was gently pushed by Yuan Weihong, slightly straightened his collar, then under everyone's attentive gaze went on stage, putting aside all idle gossip, walking to the very center of the stage with a radiant face before everyone.

(Chapter End)