Chapter 397

Fang Ziye's words made Liu Huanglong's face twitch slightly, his eyeballs rolling around several times, yet he still couldn't grasp the logic in Fang Ziye's words.

So he looked toward Deng Yong.

Deng Yong also didn't know when Fang Ziye had made contact with this unknown person: "Ziye, speak more clearly."

"The Dr. Nie that Professor Liu mentioned, how exactly do you know him?"

Fang Ziye then explained in detail the process of meeting and interacting with Nie Mingxian, then scratched his right ear and said: "Professor Liu, but regarding the matter of Dr. Nie's father that you mentioned, I don't know the actual situation."

"Just last month, I even specially consulted him for several emergency surgeries; I always thought he was at Peking Union Medical College Hospital in Jingdu..."

Fang Ziye's acquaintance with Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi was in Enshi; it couldn't be called a particularly deep friendship.

Fang Ziye treated both as senior brothers; whenever he encountered relevant problems he would shamelessly go consult them.

The mole on Deng Yong's chin trembled a full seven or eight times as he looked at Liu Huanglong: "Professor Liu, this person you speak of — is he ultimately an anesthesiologist or a vascular surgeon?"

"Or perhaps, a hand surgeon? A trauma surgeon?"

Based on Liu Huanglong's introduction, the only thing Deng Yong could confirm was that Nie Mingxian might be related to vascular surgery; vascular surgery and hand surgery do have crossover.

Many vascular surgeons, when handling vascular sutures, as long as they master the technique properly and undergo training, have the opportunity to operate in hand surgery.

It's just that Nie Mingxian's composition and level of complexity now are such that even Deng Yong can't wrap his head around it.

"Professor Deng, I've also known Little Nie for a short time; in my eyes, he's just an extremely excellent hand surgeon."

"No, he's an orthopedic doctor as excellent as Little Fang."

"Naturally, he has considerable attainment in vascular surgery; as for anesthesia..." Liu Huanglong spoke so cautiously he could hardly continue.

After encountering Nie Mingxian, Liu Huanglong settled in his mind on borrowing Jingzhou — borrowing with no intention of returning.

Such a surgical genius, how could he possibly be simply let go to just puncture vessels?

Liu Huanglong left Peking Union Medical College Hospital with nothing, only demanding the restoration of Nie Mingxian's free agent status, even using Old Mount Tai's connections, ultimately making Nie Mingxian a 'free agent' again.

Moreover, it was precisely Nie Mingxian who made Liu Huanglong, at the first moment he arrived in Zhongnan, want to pull him into the team.

Liu Huanglong found a fully sufficient reason —

Ziye is too tired.

This is also fact, an unavoidable, irrefutable open stratagem, mutually beneficial.

Fang Ziye very actively raised his hand, signaling he wanted to interrupt Liu Huanglong's speech.

"Speak." Liu Huanglong happened to be finding it hard to explain further, so he handed the right to speak to Fang Ziye first.

Fang Ziye looked at Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong: "Master, if Brother Nie has a chance to stay in Zhongnan, my suggestion is to retain him at all costs."

To further highlight Nie Mingxian's special nature, Fang Ziye even cited a special case: "I feel Brother Nie can be called the Tian Luo of the surgical field."

Lan Tianluo isn't here right now.

But Lan Tianluo is the huge treasure Yuan Weihong spent enormous cost to snag; Yuan Weihong got the Outstanding Youth Fund last year, and Lan Tianluo accounted for a very important part.

This world has geniuses, and a genius's talent is the most unreasonable thing.

For example Fang Ziye's clinical work, for example Lan Tianluo's mathematical talent...

Liu Huanglong nodded lightly, expressing agreement with this statement.

"Good, I'll do my best! ~" Deng Yong isn't a fool; he knows this might be a superb opportunity for the team to solidify its shortcomings once more.

Lan Tianluo benefits Yuan Weihong the most, but doesn't he help the large team led by Deng Yong much?

Definitely impossible; the reason Deng Yong can now steadily assume the position of General Surgery Teaching and Research Director is precisely because the large team led by Deng Yong frequently pours out research output.

Furthermore, Deng Yong has gained other conveniences because of Fang Ziye — for example the Enshi Military Region Sanatorium project, a batch of vice-dean-level figures have fallen before Deng Yong...

Deng Yong continued: "Then let's skip this topic for now, not mention it here for the moment."

"There's another very important matter I want to discuss with you, Professor Liu."

"Actually before you came to our Zhongnan, Professor Liu, I already had the idea of establishing a trauma center in the Emergency Department, and Professor Han and I have already submitted an application to the hospital."

"The previous shackle was that our department lacked a suitable Chief Physician for external dispatch. Therefore the trauma center has never been built."

"Now it's just right, Professor Liu you've come to our department; actually you and I are peers, so I hope Professor Liu you will take a named lead-group role in the trauma center. The Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan sub-team that already went to the Emergency Department earlier is also a relatively complete small team, just lacking a named lead-group."

"Professor Liu, what do you think?"

"This way, we can have the trauma center temporarily cover emergency consultation duty; some small surgeries they'll do, those they can't do, you and Ziye two will allow bottom. This is the first benefit."

"Second benefit, Professor Liu you alone hang a trauma center name; this way when said outside, outsiders won't think I, Deng Yong, am bullying people by seniority."

"Although I myself don't care about these, words are fearsome; I don't want our team alienated by rumors."

"Just right to say it's the trauma center and trauma surgery collaborating on clinical projects. The trauma center has a Deputy Chief Physician routinely holding a post, and doesn't need Professor Liu you to expend much thought."

"Third, Professor Han and I previously communicated by phone; we still feel Professor Dong's decision to refuse hospital retention and re-employment was too abrupt, and we still want to strive for it."

"This is my personal selfishness; a home with an elder is like having a treasure."

"If Professor Liu you wish to lead a group in trauma surgery, next month Professor Han and I also persuade Professor Dong to continue re-employment, then I can swap positions with you, Professor Liu."

"You come lead the group..."

Liu Huanglong didn't wait for Deng Yong to finish, just decisively shook his head: "Professor Deng, I'm currently not interested in leading a group."

"Professor Dong's matter, I actually also temporarily don't know how to handle in my heart..."

Liu Huanglong spoke to here, then forcibly cut off the topic: "Today's meeting ends here for now, Doctor Yuan, Doctor Qin, and Little Fang, you all go busy with your own matters first."

Very obvious, Liu Huanglong wants to privately chat with Deng Yong about Old Professor Dong Yaohui's topic, and this topic is not suitable for six ears to hear.

This involves the reputation of two Chief Physician professors.

Liu Huanglong is actually also sitting on pins and needles; his own Young Thousand Talents Hat just arrived, and Professor Dong Yaohui yielded his position — said out loud it really sounds bad.

Fang Ziye and the others were directly chased away; actually the three didn't have much desire to listen to sensitive gossip either.

However, just out the door, Yuan Weihong had Qin Geluo temporarily go cover the emergency consultation Chief Resident shift, then brought Fang Ziye into the Inpatient General Office.

Leaving Qin Geluo alone, an attending in the ward, holding the Chief Resident's old mobile phone, mood in a mess —

Not even giving people a chance to go back and rest, I'm the attending physician for crying out loud?

Which attending physician has ever covered for the on-duty director this long, geez?

Qin Geluo was surging inside, but his actions were still extremely honest; after getting the on-duty director's phone, he headed straight for the Emergency Department.

The Emergency Department has a rest room, you sleep soundly, and after getting a call, you can rush to the Emergency Surgery Clinic at the fastest speed……

"Ziye, this Nie Mingxian, why haven't I heard you mention him before?"

"If he wants to pursue a doctorate, recommend him to me. The current education system doesn't restrict Vascular Surgery master's students from studying Orthopedics for a doctorate, does it?" Yuan Weihong had forgotten the pain once the wound healed.

Last year's associate professor position was snatched away by Lan Tianluo's quota, and now he's still thinking of pocketing Nie Mingxian.

"Master, I was just in the ward, and one thing I didn't mention is that when Nie Ge left Enshi Central Hospital, the big professors from Peking Union Medical College definitely pulled strings, and even put on an act with Wu Xuanqi, setting up Enshi Central Hospital's Trauma Surgery."

"The details of this matter are like this……" Fang Ziye then told the things he had learned from his Big Brother Shen Tao at the Provincial People's Hospital.

Actually, fundamentally speaking, the teacher behind Nie Mingxian is also selfish.

Want to take Nie Mingxian away, just take him, but they still had to play the hypocrite, pretending to poach patients to make trouble for Trauma Surgery, saying Nie Mingxian, an anesthesiologist, had no surgical permission for Trauma Surgery, which counted as a violation.

Coincidentally, at that time, several chiefs of Trauma Surgery all said, if Nie Mingxian can step in to save a life, they'll bear the responsibility.

Just this sentence left several chiefs in a complete mess.

The hospital could only, based on the contract, unilaterally breach the contract with Nie Mingxian, terminate Nie Mingxian's contract, and even had to pay Nie Mingxian a sum of money……

"Master, the boss behind Nie Ge has both courage and tactics, not a single one missing, how would I dare recommend him to you?" Fang Ziye's tone was sincere; after speaking, he lowered his head, took out an iced drink from the mini-fridge, and handed a bottle of iced coffee to Yuan Weihong.

Yuan Weihong's face twitched many times.

The minds of big shots are hard to fathom!

Professors who can reach a certain level, not a single one is easy to deal with.

Just our group's Big Brother Deng Yong, he's making waves in the hospital; those who are doing even better than Deng Yong, how could they possibly be pushovers?

Smashing their teeth and snatching food from their mouths, the current Yuan Weihong can withstand a head-on clash from which chief physician?

Yuan Weihong's mouth corner twitched, he touched his soon-to-be-formed "large forehead": "Sigh……"

The sigh turned desolate, and then he couldn't say a single word, his whole face written with regret.

"Still lacking a good father-in-law, ah……" Yuan Weihong lamented.

What Yuan Weihong dares not do, Liu Huanglong dares to do, because Liu Huanglong doesn't need to be afraid of the professors inside Peking Union Medical College. Liu Huanglong has the foundation and energy to suppress the other side's head-on hard confrontation.

The Distinguished Youth hat, the professor identity, Huazhong University of Science and Technology Union Hospital this old-brand institution, can give Peking Union Medical College face, but to make him bow and scrape before professors inside Peking Union Medical College?

Based on what?

Fang Ziye's heart stirred with a few points of jealousy: "Master, don't regret it anymore, our small team is currently already full of talent."

"Let me tell you, Master, Jie Han and I and the others recently have another new clinical project idea."

"If before I felt it was possible, then now I feel it's very possible. Nie Ge's Vascular Surgery theory and talent are beyond doubt! ~"

"If he joins, I feel our doing a limb replantation project would be a natural progression."

"I believe Nie Ge has the ability to unblock even fully thrombosed blood vessels!!!"

Getting along with Nie Mingxian doesn't necessarily have to be a teacher-student or fellow disciple relationship.

Friends, colleagues, partners is just fine.

"Can only think of it this way, ah, who would dislike having too many talents in their own group?"

"The 'small hat' your master got last year is now playing its role, project funds are so abundant it's a headache, just thinking of finding a few more people to use them." Yuan Weihong started being 'high-profile' again.

This was a reason he searched for a long time to find, to make himself happy.

Fang Ziye looked at Yuan Weihong, his mouth corner twitching for a while, but ultimately he still didn't dampen Yuan Weihong's enthusiasm.

Fang Ziye thought, Master, ah, if money could bribe and get Nie Mingxian, we might as well wash up and sleep; Professor Deng Yong, Professor Liu Huanglong, which one's funding isn't many times more than yours?

This hat of yours, placed in ancient times, if the Yangtze River is a stiff hat, Distinguished Youth is an iron hat, yours is just a cloth towel, although a cloth towel is also pretty awesome.

But as we grow, the people we come into contact with will also rush more and more toward the narrow top of the pyramid; when thousands of soldiers and horses cross a single-plank bridge, our foundation is insufficient, what should be avoided still has to be avoided, right?

……

That night.

Trauma Surgery, Inpatient General Office.

When Fang Ziye saw Nie Mingxian again, he discovered Nie Mingxian was much more haggard than before.

And Nie Mingxian's haggardness was not only his unkempt beard, not only his somewhat lost eyes, but also that the spirit on Nie Mingxian was gone?

Or rather, that penny-pinching energy on Nie Mingxian was gone!

"Nie Ge, want to get a coffee together?" Fang Ziye asked cautiously.

"Sure, Doctor Fang you decide." Nie Mingxian nodded, his expression not dimmed, his tone as usual, even looking like he was somewhat happy.

But Fang Ziye knew, Nie Mingxian's soul had a momentary defect.

What kind of person was the previous Nie Mingxian?

To earn money, to save money, he took the bus to a private hospital to do anesthesia!

Let alone drinking coffee, even drinking a bottle of cheap drink, Nie Mingxian would have to struggle for several minutes, perhaps still buy it in the end, but he wouldn't be this casual.

Instead he would very cautiously tell you, next time can't be this extravagant again.

The current Nie Mingxian is obviously much more generous.

Looks very happy, feels he has spare money now……

But Fang Ziye knew, that money was earned by Nie Mingxian for his dad, all that running around and toil was for his dad to stay alive……

Parents alive, life still has a place to come from; parents gone, life only has a road to return to.

Of course, the emotional entanglements inside, Fang Ziye couldn't unravel, so he simply didn't get involved: "Nie Ge, privately messaging you to come over today, besides wanting a simple banquet with you here, is also to apologize."

"I didn't know Uncle had passed away before, so at the critical moment I might have disturbed your rest, yet Nie Ge you still tirelessly gave me guidance."

Putting oneself in another's shoes.

If Fang Ziye's own father had passed away a while ago, and someone unfamiliar asked him how to treat this patient, Fang Ziye would explode.

I've studied medicine for so many damn years, I couldn't even save my own father, how could I save anyone else?

After cursing the other party a few times as an idiot, he would politely say, perhaps you should ask your hospital's trauma surgery teachers, that would be most appropriate, and would not give guidance over the phone.

A trace of sadness flashed in Nie Mingxian's eyes, but it was quickly covered by his flat expression and tone: "My father's passing was still relatively peaceful."

"He saw me go for my doctorate, he managed not to delay my future, and I also took him on a tour of Peking Union Medical College Hospital in Jingdu."

"But?"

"Forget it, let's not talk about other things."

"Let's talk business. I heard Professor Liu Huanglong say you're planning to do a mangled extremity functional reconstruction clinical project, which is an intersection of trauma surgery and hand surgery."

"What position is the current research frontier at for this disease type?" Nie Mingxian might not have known the specific direction of this clinical project beforehand, so he hadn't done advance literature preparation.

And Liu Huanglong wasn't sure Nie Mingxian could enter the clinical project group recently, so he didn't leak it in advance either.

"Mangled extremity is a disease type. Past treatment choices for this disease type were mostly amputation. As for current research barriers..." Fang Ziye roughly described it.

For specific details, if Nie Mingxian really wanted to participate, he'd have to look them up himself, or ask Fang Ziye for literature.

How could Fang Ziye possibly elaborate everything from start to finish for Nie Mingxian?

Hearing this, Nie Mingxian nodded: "That's quite meaningful. If the project can be successfully carried out, for future mangled extremity patients, it would be a tremendous opportunity."

"And I heard Professor Liu say you've already successfully performed the first surgical procedure, now just waiting for rehabilitation to prove the first clinical project's efficacy is quite good?"

Fang Ziye nodded, no longer humble: "The current surgical status is quite good, but specific functional recovery can only be proven by facts."

"During surgery, we already gave Yan Chu the convenience and anatomical structure for active and passive movement, but if she's afraid of pain postoperatively and doesn't do functional exercise, our surgery might be in vain."

Clinical research has many uncontrollable factors, patient compliance is a key one.

Fang Ziye naturally couldn't speak too absolutely either.

"Exploring unknown disease types always encounters various problems; otherwise, they wouldn't count as relatively unfamiliar disease types."

"Dr. Fang, oh no, now I should call you President Fang."

"Wu Xuanqi said before your talent is strong like you went to Thailand. I didn't dare believe it, but looking back now, you really do seem like you went to Thailand." Nie Mingxian's words were very Wu Xuanqi-esque.

Fang Ziye listened, carefully analyzing for about a dozen seconds.

Lowering his head slightly, he said: "Brother Nie, if you're trying to stand up for Senior Brother Wu, then just go ahead and output at me."

"Indeed this project was originally jointly led by Professor Duan and my Master, but?"

Fang Ziye can only make directional suggestions, not directional decisions.

And Fang Ziye isn't someone arrogantly proud; when Deng Yong proposed privately starting a separate stove, Fang Ziye didn't refuse, nor did he resist.

And Fang Ziye knows Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi have a very good friendship.

For example Deng Yong and Duan Hong, for example his Master Yuan Weihong and Provincial People's Hospital's Shen Tao, are all very close friends.

Fang Ziye currently hasn't made friends that good.

"Your words are a bit heavy."

"Projects are heaven-made, gained by clever hands occasionally."

"The greatest respect for the strong is to use the most violent means to press them into the ground, not human relations. True academics need not pity or food given with contempt."

"This actually relates to every team's capability reserves."

"If we talk about humility, then many teams now should share all their ongoing data with others."

"That's not realistic."

"For example Professor Liu Huanglong, his nerve suturing attainments might even make Professor Zhong Junyu quite envious, but he can only envy. Professor Zhong can't force Professor Liu to cooperate on a project with him."

Speaking here, Nie Mingxian showed a higher-level perspective than Fang Ziye. Touching his beard, he first unscrewed his drink and took a small sip.

"Actually, team building requires not only complementarity, but also compatible fate."

"If team members aren't compatible enough, then team building is obviously a castle in the air."

"This point, I somewhat admire Professor Deng Yong for." Nie Mingxian said, cupping his hands slightly.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's eyes narrowed slightly.

Honestly, if Nie Mingxian hadn't deliberately pointed it out, Fang Ziye really hadn't thought deeply about these aspects.

Right, Professor Liu Huanglong has always been in Hubei Province, right in Han City.

Duan Hong is there too.

Why could Deng Yong mesh with Liu Huanglong?

Purely relying on shamelessness definitely wouldn't work. Master Deng Yong must have other charms, and these charms, he hasn't fully discovered yet.

Nie Mingxian didn't wait for Fang Ziye to reply, then said: "Professor Deng is obviously also very smart. Knowing he alone couldn't top Professor Duan Hong, he pulled Professor Liu Huanglong in too, as a pot-lid..."

Fang Ziye blurted out: "Brother Nie, you guys are this proficient in this way?"

Fang Ziye's scalp faintly tingled.

First Wu Xuanqi — Wu Xuanqi's methods and shamelessness gave Fang Ziye a fresh perspective. Then Nie Mingxian's teacher, possibly some big professor, his methods made Fang Ziye recognize this world's reality.

Now even Nie Mingxian actually has such keen insight.

Is it that he's blind to his own Master's shining points, or are Nie Mingxian and the others too proficient at 'setting up schemes'?

Is he too naive?

Nie Mingxian's expression turned a bit ugly: "Ziye, you should pay attention to your wording in the future. You can say that about me, but don't mention seniors. Whoever it is, say less bad things, okay?"

"As for being proficient in this way, it's not deliberate cultivation. After seeing more, a defensive psychology naturally produces."

"Professional skills are fine, clinical is fine too. Capability is clear at a glance."

"But the overall research atmosphere?" Nie Mingxian said here, shaking his head: "Let's change the topic."

But after Nie Mingxian said this, he felt not saying it wouldn't clear his heart, so he added: "Teacher Tu, not an Academician... fine, let's change the topic."

Fang Ziye: "..."

Nie Mingxian has this side to him too?

Fang Ziye sized up Nie Mingxian seriously once again.

Nie Mingxian's features were ordinary; he looked like a very ordinary young man, thirty-something, with stubble, a round head and a hawk-like nape.

Round head is from the front view — it really is very round, but not the roundness of fat; rather, his skeleton is broad.

Hawk-like nape refers to Nie Mingxian seen from behind — he gives quite the impression of a hawk's nape.

"Alright!"

"Brother Nie, actually, inviting you here today — the things above aren't the main purpose."

"The Superior asked me to meet with you; what we just talked about were all tasks assigned by the Superior. But what I'm going to talk to you about next is the content the two of us need to discuss in private."

"Brother Nie, tell me — after amputation, can functional reconstruction still be done?" Fang Ziye's tone was calm.

The triangular eyes beneath Nie Mingxian's long brows narrowed to a slit: "What do you mean?"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye said: "Brother Nie, I'm giving some special examples — not hinting at anything, let's not escalate things."

"For instance, we sometimes see in the news that some police officers, while executing a mission, accidentally get their leg or arm stuck, to the point where amputation on the spot is the only way to rescue them."

"In the past, that would just be amputation and that's it."

"But in reality, if the opportunity is suitable, after systemic heparinization of the thrombus in such a severed limb, do you think it's possible to maintain patency of the vessel stump's blood supply, and then perform limb replantation?"

"Or say, some patients, due to polytrauma, suffer excessive blood loss and have to undergo amputation for hemostasis, and the distal part of the limb still has multi-segmental thrombi."

"In such a situation, from the perspective of vascular surgery, Brother Nie, can you analyze the possibility of making the affected limb's vessels patent, and through small-scale instruments, performing segmental extracorporeal circulation?"

Fang Ziye's words were pointed.

In fact, Fang Ziye already had a relatively complete plan in his heart.

Level 5 Vascular Surgery Theory — surely the points weren't added for nothing?

The reason he didn't explain directly was to barely maintain Nie Mingxian's professional standing as a vascular surgery graduate.

In fact, every skill, once upgraded to a profound level, becomes very easy to use, and can be flexibly applied to other specialties.

For example, Manual Reduction Technique can play a huge role in osteotomy correction and skeletal reconstruction.

Similarly, Vascular Surgery Theory, in Trauma Surgery, can likewise spark collisions.

"Wait a moment." Nie Mingxian perked up instantly, brows furrowed tight, eyes wide open, right index finger tapping repeatedly at his temple.

"You wait first, let me think."

Fang Ziye paused his voice output.

After Nie Mingxian thought for roughly three minutes, Fang Ziye said: "Brother Nie, the extracorporeal circulation instrument — the enlarged version is prepared for heart and great vessel surgery."

"But a miniaturized version — not necessarily unusable for limb rescue, right?"

Nie Mingxian's right hand slapped Fang Ziye's thigh hard, producing a "pa" sound.

The skin on Fang Ziye's anterior thigh ached; his quadriceps twitched in disorder, and after enduring the pain, Fang Ziye dragged his stool away from Nie Mingxian about half a meter, beyond the reach of his right hand.

"Sorry, sorry, Ziye. My bad, I got too excited."

Nie Mingxian apologized first, then started pinching the front of his own thigh; his round face scrunched up with difficulty into a bitter gourd: "No, Ziye, are you Trauma Surgery or Vascular Surgery?"

"How come you have so many ideas?"

"You're not quite right~" Nie Mingxian implied afterward.

Then his expression suddenly turned pensive, and he corrected himself again: "Brother, when you consulted me before, were you being sarcastic, or were you testing me?"

Nie Mingxian remembered, last month Fang Ziye had still asked him questions, but only a month has passed.

Good fellow, Fang Ziye's mental agility?

Cheating, right?

Fang Ziye hurriedly explained: "Brother Nie, you misunderstood. This extracorporeal circulation instrument — I haven't used it but I've seen it."

"This is just simple principle grafting; I'm not professional, so my questions aren't professional either?"

"If I were professional, maybe my questions wouldn't be asked this way."

From the start, Fang Ziye, who just wanted to find a spokesperson for his Vascular Surgery Theory, merely nudged Nie Mingxian awake.

Fang Ziye's tone grew increasingly frank: "Right, Brother Nie, think carefully? With our relationship, would I deliberately be sarcastic to you?"

"Would I have any need to test you?"

The two had no grievances; back in Enshi, they could even be considered to have some mutual appreciation!

Nie Mingxian's expression gradually calmed, but he still firmly believed his own judgment: "Even if a blind cat hits a dead rat, the angle you hit is far too tricky."

"You're still a bit off — you've at least read a lot of our Vascular Surgery professional books."

"To complete grafting, you also need a certain understanding of the two vectors being grafted — for instance, no one grafts animals and plants together now."

The round-headed, hawk-naped Nie Mingxian began pinching his own earlobes with both hands.

Seeing this, Fang Ziye teased: "Brother Nie, let's agree — words not hands; that slap of yours just now packed quite a punch."

"If we go to the toilet and pull down our pants, it'll absolutely be a neat, tidy handprint."

Nie Mingxian's expression finally returned to normal; he said with slight apology: "Embarrassed, Ziye, I was too excited just now, so I didn't control my emotions and force well."

"Your suggestion, I think it's very feasible."

"But I still need to go back and check some data; after I check the data, I'll give you a relatively accurate reply." Nie Mingxian didn't make empty promises.

But the more steady he was like this, the more it made Fang Ziye especially reassured about Nie Mingxian.

In this way, the core of his small team was finally fully propped up.

Of course, Fang Ziye pondered his own position — just like a kiwi fruit, situated right at the center of the hub, grasping the center point of rotation.

"No rush, Brother Nie, we can chat about other things too. By the way, Brother Nie, do you have a girlfriend..." Fang Ziye switched topics and asked.

(Chapter End)