Chapter 299

"Senior Brother, how are you feeling?" During the brief rest after Fang Ziye's emergency consultation, Luo Tingzhu had ordered takeout in advance and set it out.

Although it had gone cold, at a non-mealtime, being able to have cold rice to eat in time was already not bad.

Moreover, there was a microwave in the department, but the takeout's outer packaging was not a microwave-safe material, so Fang Ziye could only scald the outer packaging with boiling water and then eat quickly.

"Besides being hungry, no other feeling." Fang Ziye wolfed down his food.

A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit.

Fang Ziye was afraid another call would come, not letting him finish this portion of cold rice.

Because he had suffered a loss, the rules his Master had instructed, which he had nearly forgotten, leaped back into his mind; this time, Fang Ziye must ensure he ate his fill first.

Truth be told, missing one meal really made one panic with hunger.

Luo Tingzhu watched Fang Ziye shoveling rice with a somewhat bedraggled look, but there was no other way.

Fang Ziye had no time to eat, not no food to eat; even if one could bring meals to the hospital on time, Fang Ziye had no time to eat, and it would still go cold.

This isn't a matter of the food.

And Luo Tingzhu himself wasn't without things to do.

It was just that this time Luo Tingzhu came, he still had to report some situations to Fang Ziye: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi and Senior Brother Gu Yi both applied to graduate next month, so this month quite a few people in the group will ask for leave to help."

"If shift swaps are needed then, or if someone is off-duty, Senior Brother you'll have to step in and adjust!"

"Also Professor Dong Yaohui's Senior Brother Fan Yantong will apply for defense and graduate around March."

PhD and Master's graduation seasons are no longer solely concentrated in June; any time point in the final academic year can become a peak defense period.

While eating, Fang Ziye heard a loophole.

This academic year, besides him, Trauma Surgery had four more people graduating.

Besides Wang Yuanqi and Gu Yi, there was also the academic-type graduate student Dong Wenqiang.

Fang Ziye still remembered that when he was in the lab, he had done experiments together with Senior Brother Dong Wenqiang.

"What about Senior Brother Dong? Is he planning to apply for defense during the concentrated Master's defense period?" Fang Ziye asked Luo Tingzhu while chewing a piece of meat.

At the same time he nodded, indicating he would certainly treat the junior trainees gently when they asked for leave, not making a federal case out of it.

When he himself was near graduation, whether it was Jie Han at that time or Lan Tianluo who was still in standardized residency training, they also took quite a bit of leave; the Chief Resident Jin Hongzhou at that time didn't throw his weight around.

Moreover, up to now, he had only put on an act once in front of his direct disciple Jie Han, and hadn't forced anyone else to do anything.

His direct disciple didn't have any task to help others graduate again.

"Senior Brother Dong applied for delayed graduation." Luo Tingzhu pursed his lips, voice slightly low.

"Huh?" Fang Ziye's shoveling-rice posture paused, his mouth bulging, the syllable he emitted a bit muffled.

"Senior Brother Dong delayed graduation." Luo Tingzhu emphasized again.

Fang Ziye resumed shoveling rice, feeling inexplicably a bit sad and bitter in his heart.

The reason Senior Brother Dong Wenqiang delayed graduation was because he himself graduated early, and by two years, forming a hedge that caused Senior Brother Dong, who originally had a chance to stay at the hospital, to completely lose that chance.

So, to alleviate this awkward status quo, Dong Wenqiang chose to delay graduation by a year, to hedge against Luo Tingzhu then, and let strength speak.

In other words, to cope with Fang Ziye's early graduation, Senior Brother Dong Wenqiang could only delay graduation and become Fang Ziye's junior disciple.

Dong Wenqiang at this time must be in some pain, right?

"Senior Brother Dong isn't a professional doctorate student, he's an academic PhD, why would he delay graduation?" Fang Ziye asked, very puzzled.

In Dong Wenqiang's cohort, Fang Ziye felt the most wronged person was Wang Yuanqi.

Zhongnan Hospital Trauma Surgery's new employee recruitment looks not only at research but also at operations.

The person with the greatest opportunity, even greater than Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing's chance to stay back then, should be Wang Yuanqi, because during his PhD Wang Yuanqi took the high-end, cutting-edge professional special plan.

If Wang Yuanqi's operations can meet the standard, why would Dong Wenqiang join the fray?

"Rumor in the department says Senior Brother Dong didn't take the professional special plan not because he couldn't, but because he didn't need to; he seems to have taken another plan." Luo Tingzhu analyzed.

"Senior Brother, look."

"In Senior Brother Gu Yi's cohort, Master took three people."

"But generally, Master only has one PhD teaching quota; the other two must be extra quotas."

"So Senior Brother Dong Wenqiang should have taken the Onion Research Plan!"

"Senior Brother Dong's past published papers are very impressive; they might be related to you, Senior Brother..." Luo Tingzhu stopped short.

This matter, Luo Tingzhu only found out after returning to the country.

Dong Wenqiang, an academic PhD student, was actually the sweeper-monk-like existence of their cohort.

In Sun Shaoqing's cohort, Sun Shaoqing was the one who made way for others.

But in Dong Wenqiang's cohort, people from other subspecialties, even some from Trauma Surgery, would detour when they saw Dong Wenqiang.

Because they knew, they estimated they couldn't out-involute Dong Wenqiang.

Of course, if Senior Brother Dong Wenqiang were put together with Fang Ziye, he would pale in comparison again.

Dong Wenqiang choosing to delay graduation to stay at the hospital was actually the wiser move.

After listening, Fang Ziye maintained a long silence, just shoveling rice, shoveling rice, until he finished the lunch box.

Then he took a deep breath and said: "That's also no way."

"I can face off against everyone in direct competition, and I also have to avoid you."

"This is a no-way thing, and also the selfishness everyone would choose."

"Of course, if viewed from a more traditional angle, it's not called selfishness, it's human nature."

Finishing speaking, Fang Ziye in the doctor's rest room threw the lunch box into the trash can, the force not small.

Coincidentally, at this moment the duty doctor happened to be pushing the door open from outside to enter the doctor's rest room; hearing Fang Ziye "lose his temper" like this, and seeing inside sat Senior Brother Fang Ziye and Junior Brother Luo Tingzhu, he was so scared he immediately shut the door and went back out.

Fang Ziye pulled open the door and shouted: "Liu Haihua, where are you running to?"

"Still embarrassed to come in? Don't you recognize us?"

The duty doctor was Liu Haihua, who was in the same Master's cohort as Lan Tianluo, and also a member of the small group internally, a student of Professor Deng Yong.

After Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan left the group, the graduate students he supervised naturally followed him to Emergency Surgery; currently, only the students of Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong remain in the group — the membership is actually not particularly large.

"Senior Brother Fang, I thought you were looking for Senior Sister Luo for something important!" Liu Haihua spoke very nervously after being dragged in by Fang Ziye.

At the time Liu Haihua enrolled, both Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu were overseas, so their presence was not very strong.

However, what Liu Haihua felt most keenly was that after Fang Ziye returned to the country, many senior brothers immediately paid him great attention.

Even more, at the moment Fang Ziye announced he would participate in graduation this year, Senior Brother Dong Wenqiang — who was usually all smiles, full of confidence, and quite elegant — smashed a culture dish of his own cultured cells in the laboratory for the first time.

Immediately after, he silently picked it up, threw it into the trash can, then silently left, leaving everyone a very composed back view.

Liu Haihua heard about it.

Senior Brother Dong Wenqiang had always been a very low-key person.

Senior Brother Dong Wenqiang only showed his professional operational skills to many people when he was about to graduate, but this was not deliberate concealment; many people in the big group knew all this.

For instance, Wang Yuanqi and Gu Yi both knew early on that Dong Wenqiang's professional operations were actually more awesome than theirs, and Dong Wenqiang had also deliberately done an Academic PhD for three years, accumulating more research output.

All for the sake of hospital retention preparation.

All this, Dong Wenqiang had laid out in the open long ago; it was just that he hadn't put pressure on Wang Yuanqi and Gu Yi before, so he didn't show off.

When the critical moment came, he merely revealed his original intention again.

Yet such a low-key, steady person, on that day, smashed two culture dishes of cells he had painstakingly cultured!

"We chat our chat, you rest your rest — is there a conflict?" Fang Ziye counter-questioned.

Liu Haihua hurriedly shook his head.

"No no no, no conflict, Senior Brother Fang."

Liu Haihua would not dare give Fang Ziye a cold face; whether in the big group or the small group, who would dare give Fang Ziye a cold face? Even if there was resentment, it was only behind the scenes.

Not to mention, Fang Ziye's teacher spans both bosses, Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong.

Everyone in the group, to have their current grades and resume, must remember the name Fang Ziye.

And, for people in the group to have better development in the future, they must also remember Yuan Weihong's Outstanding Youth Fund identity.

"That expression of yours is worse than having no expression at all."

Fang Ziye had just finished speaking when the old-fashioned Chief Resident phone rang.

Seeing this, Fang Ziye hesitated, then changed the topic: "Forget it, I'll go first."

"You chat with your Senior Sister; she is not only the follow-up resident managing all our small group's medical records, but also your Senior Sister, and can give you plenty of guidance in both your specialty and research."

Having said that, Fang Ziye hurriedly answered the phone and walked briskly toward the Emergency Department.

As soon as Fang Ziye left, Luo Tingzhu pursed her lips, made a relatively cute expression, looked at Liu Haihua, and said: "Haihua!"

"Do you know? Senior Brother Fang getting early graduation wasn't through connections, but entirely through his own ability and passion."

"He's a free agent, he can make choices; he's no one's vassal, so naturally he doesn't have to give way to anyone."

"Think about it — if Senior Brother Dong Wenqiang were a senior brother from another group, what would you think?"

"Senior Brother Fang is awesome!" Liu Haihua knew the relationship between Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu, and hurriedly raised his hand in self-preservation.

Facing Fang Ziye, even the hidden 'Senior Brother' Dong Wenqiang was in despair, let alone a small fry like him.

(Chapter End)