Chapter 353: The Big Shot Teaches a Class! (Second Update, Asking for Subscriptions)

Morning, 11:40 AM. Trauma Surgery, Inpatient General Office.

During the day, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu walked in openly carrying takeout and started eating together.

Everyone in the department knew the two were a couple, and they didn't hide it. But a lone man and a lone woman sharing a room in a formal workplace still needed to avoid suspicion.

The department is a sacred place for patients to rest and for medical activities to be carried out, not a bedroom for a married couple. Even if it was just other people's speculation, Fang Ziye would pay attention to it for the sake of preserving Luo Tingzhu's and his own reputation.

The Inpatient General Office had only one stool and one small table.

Luo Tingzhu sat on the stool leaning against the small table and opened the boxed meal, while Fang Ziye took off his work uniform and sat on the bed with the unmade blanket.

Smiling, he asked: "How are you so mischievous? You clearly already planned to go to Digestive Internal Medicine, yet you still want to pass the doctoral training room challenge in the department. Is this to increase pressure on your senior brothers?"

Luo Tingzhu stretched her fair neck, unconvinced: "Compared to mischievous, who in the department is more mischievous than you? You even dared dig up the landmine in Hand Surgery, and you dared borrow the fig leaf we barely got back?"

Luo Tingzhu belonged to the precious-tier players in the department. Although her talent wasn't as perverse as Fang Ziye's, she was now in the seventh year of the Eight-Year Program, only a slight gap away from passing the Trauma Surgery doctoral training room challenge.

Plus with papers to support her, such achievements were already above the threshold even if she wanted to stay at the hospital in Trauma Surgery.

Naturally, Teacher Deng doted on Luo Tingzhu very much, supporting her development in Digestive Internal Medicine, while Luo Tingzhu herself hoped not to disappoint her teacher's deep affection and give Teacher Deng a different kind of gift — namely, passing the doctoral challenge, representing that Luo Tingzhu herself had learned something from Teacher Deng.

Teacher Deng's teaching was very meaningful and had produced results.

"You're also teasing me? I already explained, this matter has nothing to do with me." Fang Ziye directly reached out and poked Luo Tingzhu's nose.

Luo Tingzhu tilted her head back slightly, her nostrils flared, she shook her head, and let out a soft hmph: "Mhm mhm."

After Fang Ziye sat back down, he said: "It looks like this matter has nothing to do with you, but in reality, the essence of Teacher Liu Huanglong coming to our Trauma Surgery is still because of you."

"Many people don't say it explicitly because they're embarrassed to spell it out."

"Everyone wants to progress and move up. Teacher Liu Huanglong — the four words 'young and promising' can no longer describe him. He definitely doesn't want to be a tool that monotonously repeats others' medical concepts; he wants to make his own voice heard to the whole world."

"Senior Brother, you also know that the ultimate contribution of pure surgical operation lies only in the patients you personally handle."

"To benefit more patients, only research works. Whether clinical research or basic research, only research output can benefit all people under heaven, even future generations under heaven..."

"On this point, Senior Brother, you agree, right?" Luo Tingzhu tilted her head, chin slanted, showing how clever she was.

Fang Ziye nodded.

The most unadorned example.

In Eastern Han, from ancient times to now, many Divine Doctors left their names in books, but almost all who truly left their names in history were authors.

In ancient times, to write books one also needed original work of one's own.

In modern times, even more so. Even if you want to express your own thoughts and voice to peers worldwide, you need original evidence, using unified tools to elaborate the content you want to study.

"So, Teacher said, this disease type of mangled extremity — the whole world still has no definition for it, no breakthrough. It's like limb amputation in the 1960s and before."

"If Teacher Liu Huanglong can make achievements in this disease type, advance it a bit, it's not necessarily impossible to leave a name in surgical history."

"However, individuals who simultaneously possess multiple excellent basic skills are extremely rare. Even National Treasure Doctor-level professors mostly choose only one basic skill as their foundation for development, then cultivate it deeply and meticulously, carrying it forward."

Luo Tingzhu spoke, pausing to catch her breath slightly. Her delicate neck was faintly flushed, her eyes seemed to shine, looking at Fang Ziye with a smile: "Senior Brother, you are exactly such a multi-talent, representing that your current potential and explosive power have already surpassed National Treasures like Professor Duan Hong of Trauma Surgery and Professor Zhong Junyu of Hand Surgery."

"Although you haven't deeply cultivated yet, your potential is enormous. As long as you're given time, the potential you'll explode with is not an exaggeration to say several times theirs."

Current height achieved and possible future height cannot be discussed on the same line.

If one really must discuss, current Liu Huanglong's comprehensive strength can definitely hang Fang Ziye up and beat him.

But ten years later?

Then it will definitely be reversed. Even if Teacher Liu Huanglong is then a senior professor in his forties approaching fifty, he may not necessarily be able to suppress Fang Ziye ten years later.

"You say it like that, I'll get proud." Fang Ziye swallowed back the word 'husband' he had anticipated in his heart.

For some reason, Luo Tingzhu was strange — she couldn't say the words 'boyfriend' or 'husband', couldn't force them out even if she held her breath.

Maybe it was shyness, so in most situations, 'Senior Brother' became Fang Ziye's exclusive title.

Hearing this, Luo Tingzhu said: "Appropriate pride is a genius's privilege. This is called confidence."

Fang Ziye froze at her words, looking at Luo Tingzhu: "So you used to think this way too?"

Fang Ziye still remembered, when Luo Tingzhu first came to the department, she already had some operations that reached the doctoral passing standard. The Luo Tingzhu back then was already confident and generous.

"Yeah? No problem either. Can't have excellence and still be inferior, right?" Luo Tingzhu was calm about it.

Because Luo Tingzhu discovered that as long as she didn't compare with her boyfriend Fang Ziye, compared to other people her combat power was still very strong, her potential still enormous.

As for an anomaly like Fang Ziye, just treat him as a rare legendary figure.

For example, in Tongji Hospital there's also a Senior Brother called Wu Xuanqi. Luo Tingzhu felt she was just slightly behind him in fire, at least she could look forward to catching up.

But Fang Ziye's running speed was too fast; she couldn't catch up.

"Modesty and appropriate pride, which is confidence, don't conflict." Luo Tingzhu, habitually excellent, said this.

And while the two were talking, the door of the Inpatient General Office was knocked, followed by someone pushing the door open.

"Ziye, you?"

"Convenient?" It was none other than the two's teacher, Deng Yong, wanting to speak but stopping.

Fang Ziye remembered his teacher's teaching and was eating fiercely, while Luo Tingzhu held chopsticks in her right hand because she had been speaking.

Fang Ziye immediately swallowed the food in his mouth and replied: "Convenient, Master."

"Teacher!" Luo Tingzhu stood up, at the same time holding the lunch box a bit foolishly.

Luo Tingzhu did have a bit of a foodie attribute after all.

Holding a plate in her hand, a snack crossbody bag across her chest — she really looked like a little girl who hadn't grown up.

Deng Yong laughed: "Tingzhu, you continue eating. I have a bit of business with Ziye here."

After Deng Yong finished, he added an explanation: "Rather urgent — borrowing your Senior Brother for a moment."

Luo Tingzhu's face and ear roots both reddened. She just stood there obediently, without stomping her feet or making a sound in a willful way.

Shyness is a very natural emotion, natural and spontaneous, not achieved by acting willfully...

After Fang Ziye followed Deng Yong out, Deng Yong didn't ask about Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu's relationship, but directly said: "It's Hand Surgery's Zhu Weiguo and Ni Yaoping."

Zhu Weiguo is Deng Yong's senior, Ni Yaoping belongs to the junior fellow trainee generation. Deng Yong distinguishes them very clearly at all times.

Fang Ziye tilted his head slightly: "Master, are they here to cause trouble?"

Deng Yong shook his head, his tone also helpless: "No, they're here to fulfill their promise to you."

"Hmm?" Fang Ziye's step paused.

Before, hearing the two were coming, Fang Ziye wasn't scared at all, but at this moment, his limbs all stiffened up.

"A person lives for face, a tree lives for bark."

"The agreement not being clear was the problem at the time; whether the agreement is fulfilled is a matter of personal choice." Deng Yong said this and sighed.

"Although I also feel this isn't suitable, we can't refuse someone's word being their bond just because we ourselves want to be noble, generous, and magnanimous."

Deng Yong seemed to be teaching Fang Ziye something.

Fang Ziye followed Teacher Deng into the office with a confused face, standing beside Deng Yong, and called out to Teacher Zhu and Professor Ni.

However, Zhu Weiguo and Professor Ni Yaoping's tones were very amiable, as if they weren't angry at Fang Ziye because of Liu Huanglong's matter.

Zhu Weiguo even said with a smile: "Ziye, judge the matter not the person. Although I must say, regarding Liu Huanglong coming to Trauma Surgery, I'm extremely angry. I feel this is nonsense, this is playing randomly, this is blindly messing around."

"Even, your Trauma Surgery not stepping forward, forcibly taking a stance to refuse Liu Huanglong's choice, is also you guys blindly messing around!"

"But judge the matter not the person, you Fang Ziye are still Fang Ziye, Deng Yong is still Deng Yong."

"Liu Huanglong, having come to our Hospital, then the things we promised Ziye, we can also still afford to give."

Ni Yaoping nodded, saying: "Right, no matter which sub-specialty Professor Liu goes to, he's still Professor Liu. I've said in the Department, whoever can push him to our Hospital, I'll personally give two hundred thousand! This comes from my own card and salary, password, six zeros."

"As for finding the Hospital to apply for talent recommendation fees, I can only say, Hero Brother you can't just watch the show from the sidelines. Old Professor Zhu will also accompany us to go together."

Ni Yaoping's words moved Fang Ziye's heart.

This is the Ward Directors', the Big Shots' magnanimity.

Word is bond, burden affordable.

Hearing this, Deng Yong immediately nodded: "I can go! But if this face of mine goes, whether I'll be driven out, I don't dare guarantee."

"Mainly the money asked for is too much, so when Ziye was retained at the Hospital, I went with thick face to ask for talent introduction funds, didn't get a single penny. Our Department Han Yuanxiao's face was also sold off by me many times."

Ni Yaoping: "..."

Fang Ziye: "..."

Zhu Weiguo: "..."

"How did you end up like this? Before you were at least a Director, now at least a Professor." Zhu Weiguo's face was full of surprise.

"Pressure is high, Teacher Zhu." Deng Yong started complaining, as if he were a six-hundred-month-old child.

Ni Yaoping turned sideways: "He wants too much, this face is estimated to be nearly banned by Medical Affairs Department, Personnel Department..."

(Chapter End)