Chapter 405: So Love Disappears (Requesting Subscription)

Deng Yong, upon hearing this, very sensibly added: "Teacher Zhang, if it's beaten with technique, at most it only counts as a hired hand, not a slap in the face, right?"

"I don't think it hurts too much."

There are many kinds of face-slapping; one is being slapped painfully after being arrogant and domineering, another is forced slapping.

Fang Ziye's kind is very obviously silently making Teacher Zhang Lao's previous words have nowhere to land through his own technique.

The same words, Deng Yong had also said the same.

Zhang Quan glanced at Deng Yong, smiling as he continued performing the spinal canal decompression surgery: "Young people having good technique is a good thing."

"In the era I started working, back then they only talked about technique; whoever mastered more technique, higher technique, was more formidable, and the money they could earn was also more."

"Now it's actually the same, just the level of technique is broader; not only is surgical technique technique, the rest, for example data statistics ability, research ability, basic experiments, animal experiment ability, can all be called technique."

"Anything with barriers to entry can be called technique."

"Young man, work hard. Do well, strive to make other aspects of technique as excellent as your clinical... publish a few more papers, strive to publish more original article type high-score papers, seven or eight points like that..." Zhang Quan was still stuck in the memory of Fang Ziye's graduation defense a year ago.

In Zhang Quan's view, to adapt to this current era, having only technique definitely won't do.

However, Professor Zhang Quan's words had just finished when his subordinate beside him whispered for a while.

Zhang Quan swiveled his head up abruptly, looking toward Fang Ziye.

This scene really was awkward to the extreme.

With Fang Ziye's current research accumulation, his output power is already extremely, extremely, extremely strong.

Zhang Quan's encouragement just now was as if saying to a master's student who has already gone to study at Kyoto University: you must study hard, strive to get into a decent undergraduate later, future prospects promising.

Fang Ziye listened and also raised his head, tone joking but also sincere: "Thank you for Teacher Zhang's guidance!"

Zhang Quan then looked at his attending and associate professor beside him, clicked his tongue: "Young people nowadays, are they already this fierce?"

Zhang Quan was truly surprised; Fang Ziye is only how old, and he already has more than one high-score paper of twenty-odd points hanging on him?

If Zhang Quan could have even one, he might already be a "Changjiang" by now.

Fang Ziye isn't afraid of being crushed to death either?

"Mhm mhm mhm, mhm mhm mhm." Spine Surgery Chief Resident Huang Xiaoming nodded vigorously.

"Teacher Zhang, usually Director Qiu in the department always says we young people must rise up, young people must rise up, we don't dare to reply."

"Director Qiu is benchmarking against Ziye."

The voice sounded very aggrieved.

Fang Ziye's current achievements, how could they be something ordinary people can benchmark against?

A surgeon, with research accumulation even more robust than over ninety-eight percent of internal medicine research-type doctors' research accumulation, this tm how can ordinary people play snakeskin?

Internal medicine research-type doctors don't need to learn any specialty operations, only need to learn theory and do research, staying in the lab day and night is enough, yet only a very few can publish ten-odd point major papers, occasionally one or two even publish Nature.

But they are all forged through time and talent together.

Fang Ziye on the other hand, specialty specialty terribly powerful, even research is bullishly thick-waisted, the vast majority of people, facing such absolute strength, only have despair, no second path.

Zhang Quan said: "Then I'll go find Qiu Lianhua and Ceng Quanmin to chat later, giving young people too much pressure isn't good either."

Spine Surgery, two wards.

The two ward directors are respectively Qiu Lianhua and Ceng Quanmin; Zhang Quan is the Spine Surgery administrative Chief Director, managing the department.

"Teacher Zhang, if you go find them, you must absolutely not say we told you, otherwise Director Qiu will turn around and come find trouble with us, we can't withstand it either." Huang Xiaoming said in a fawning manner.

Zhang Quan didn't answer anymore...

Surgery continued.

The core task of this surgery is actually two: one is solving the paraplegia problem. Paraplegia problem is Spine Surgery's specialty; even Neurosurgery isn't this professional.

The other is trying to preserve the patient's bilateral lower limbs first; if some function can be retained, even better.

Fang Ziye, through old technique new usage, found a temporary coping plan from almost only being able to amputate.

This is already quite no easy feat.

Other aspects are actually just bilateral lower limb bleeding and such problems.

Such problems, with the cooperation of the three sturdy generals Deng Yong, Fang Ziye, Yuan Weihong, are completely a piece of cake.

A full three more hours passed, the Trauma Surgery group, finished the combination set of punches and wrapped up satisfactorily.

However, Spine Surgery Professor Zhang Quan, still led his team handling spinal canal compression and other problems.

Falling from a building feels good for a moment, wanting to rescue function back, too difficult, even possible to spend ten-odd hours stuck in, finally still futile.

From leaving the operating room to arriving at the changing room, Fang Ziye asked: "Master, this patient post-op either stays in ICU or Spine Surgery, right?"

"So, we don't need to adjust medical orders for reducing nerve edema then?"

Fang Ziye seemed to be asking, but actually was suggesting.

"Rest assured, Spine Surgery's use of hormones, in the aspect of acute nerve damage, their attainment won't be worse than Nephrology and Rheumatology. No need to request consultation at all." Deng Yong replied back.

Looked toward Fang Ziye, then smiled and said: "Ziye, Spine Surgery people, only a small portion know you, but your Master has long been famous far and wide, what feelings do you have?"

"Pfft." Hearing Deng Yong's words, Li Yuanpei couldn't help but laugh out loud.

North Sea One Leaf, famous far and wide.

Yuan Weihong kicked Li Yuanpei one foot, Li Yuanpei then stopped laughing.

Deng Yong then kicked Yuan Weihong one foot: "Speak business if there's business, don't move hands and feet."

Yuan Weihong could only dejectedly shrug his shoulders, honestly started changing clothes.

"Good things don't leave the door, bad things spread a thousand miles."

"Ziye, from today onward, you will temporarily shed the emergency consultation task, handed over to Trauma Center Emergency Outpatient Department; you only need to undertake emergency surgery tasks, this will make your burden slightly lighter."

"However, precisely because there is some free time now, you might have energy to handle affairs outside clinical work."

"So you must remember, many times, what you fight to the end for, besides fighting your technique, fighting your research ability, fighting your innovation achievements, you will also fight your character."

Deng Yong spoke to here, knocked on the cabinet: "This point, Yuan Weihong does extremely well. To insiders, character does not fail technique."

Although Yuan Weihong is unreliable, he never delays serious matters, so his circle of friends is wide — naturally, his circle of enemies is wide too.

Yuan Weihong couldn't hold back and explained: "Teacher Deng, I don't make enemies; everyone's friends, everyone can take a joke."

Deng Yong's mind, however, was clear as a mirror: "First give then take works in some situations. But it doesn't necessarily apply in all circumstances."

"Life cannot be summed up by a single book on military strategy……"

Deng Yong knew perfectly well what Yuan Weihong was doing.

It was merely benchmarking himself as a "good scoundrel" persona, becoming a topic of conversation, letting people learn of Yuan Weihong's existence first, then when they met later, they'd be willing to get to know Yuan Weihong deeply.

Whether out of curiosity or to watch a joke, they'd come chat with Yuan Weihong, only to find reality wasn't what outsiders heard, and Yuan Weihong himself wasn't as unreliable as the legends claimed.

Naturally they'd feel that rumors are fearsome, and think Yuan Weihong was a friend well worth making.

Yuan Weihong doing this was certainly not wrong — after all, Professor Chu died young, and Yuan Weihong's research achievements during his doctorate were all scooped up by his senior brothers.

If Yuan Weihong didn't find a way, it could be said he'd have a hard time taking a single step in the hospital.

But as a common saying goes well.

The predecessors plant trees, the later generations enjoy the shade.

Today's Fang Ziye doesn't need to follow Yuan Weihong's path, and today's Yuan Weihong doesn't need to walk that kind of path anymore either.

"Alright, Teacher Deng. I'm correcting it now." Yuan Weihong nodded.

Yuan Weihong is now nearly promoted to Deputy Chief Physician and Associate Professor, his research title is even Researcher with a Senior Professional Title — how could he still play the clown of a "disgusting person"?

It's just that good news doesn't leave the door, bad news travels a thousand miles — how many people know Yuan Weihong has already reformed?

Still not too many.

But the reputation of North Sea One Leaf still spreads far.

Deng Yong said: "What I want to talk to you about now isn't this bit; I hope, Little Fang, you can remember those words I said before you went to Xia'en City."

"In your profession your hands must be steady, your strength great; in dealing with people, you must be gentle."

"What you should take and what you shouldn't take — you must distinguish clearly."

"Standing in the patient's vision, a doctor with good medical ethics is far more likely to earn their trust than a doctor with good technique!"

"But, also pay attention to one point."

"Medical ethics is NOT simply saving money!!!!!!"

"No matter how the internet benchmarks medical ethics as reducing the patient's financial burden, you yourself are a doctor — you must never fall into this trap."

"The most essential medical ethics is absolutely not just saving money!!!" Deng Yong knocked on the cabinet, his gaze blazing as he looked straight into Fang Ziye's eyes.

Fang Ziye nodded heavily.

"Master, I'll remember."

Every time Deng Yong carefully admonished him, the benefit to Fang Ziye was enormous — he might not fully understand at the moment, but in the subsequent process, it would always hit the bullseye in a closed-loop way.

"Alright then, Senior Brother Li, Little Jie, you two go play on your own; I have some things to discuss with Yuan Weihong, no need for you to come along." Deng Yong waved his hand.

Yuan Weihong was also waving — clearly, what Deng Yong wanted to tell Yuan Weihong was good news, and Yuan Weihong was extremely eager for it.

However, after Fang Ziye changed clothes and was about to leave, he subconsciously pulled out his phone to check, and his face changed with a rustle.

"Senior Brother Li, Jie Han, you two go back; I still have to make a trip to the operating room." Fang Ziye said, turned back to grab a set of scrubs, then also took a mask and cap.

"Industry Brother, anything I can help with?" Li Yuanpei asked extra to fight for an operation opportunity.

Now Xiong Jinhuan wasn't by Fang Ziye's side; asking once more meant one more accumulation of clinical operation volume — this was good.

Fang Ziye waved his hand.

When Fang Ziye entered the changing room again, Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong were still walking slowly; seeing Fang Ziye rush in, Deng Yong touched the flesh mole on his chin: "Ziye, what are you doing in such a panic?"

"Master, Tingzhu has already gone forty-plus hours without rest! I'm going up to drag her back." Fang Ziye said to Deng Yong.

"What?"

"Is that dog bastard Ceng Quanming a f*cking idiot?" Deng Yong started cursing right then, then snatched the scrubs from Fang Ziye's hand!

"Which operating room? I'm going."

Professor Ceng Quanming, Chief Director of Anesthesiology, and Professor Ceng Quanmin of Spine Surgery — same surname, different names. It's just that in that same era, names with era characteristics were too numerous.

"Lan is in 21!" Fang Ziye's thumbs were pinching his index and middle fingers somewhat anxiously.

To say Luo Tingzhu works hard?

Too f*cking hard — back when she first came to Trauma Surgery, before she had any research funding, she worked so hard it made Yuan Weihong's heart ache, and he even proactively had Fang Ziye help her more.

Now it's fine — Luo Tingzhu was just about to go to Anesthesiology, and she's still this hardworking.

Zhongnan Hospital's Anesthesiology Department absolutely won't go bankrupt because of one Luo Tingzhu's absence.

Deng Yong went up, imposing and menacing.

Yuan Weihong looked at Fang Ziye's bitter expression and asked: "Did Lan Tianluo know about this first, and you didn't know?"

Fang Ziye shook his head.

To say something unpleasant — during the Chief Resident period, if you have a wife, it all depends on the other party's self-awareness.

Likewise, if you have a husband, it also depends entirely on the husband's self-awareness.

Fang Ziye lived in the department for over two months without the slightest discomfort. Fortunately he'd already terminated the lease beforehand, otherwise he'd definitely have given the landlord two months' rent for nothing.

"Actually there's no need to worry too much; Ceng Quanming is the Anesthesiology Chief Director, he certainly won't go too far." Yuan Weihong comforted.

The Chief Resident stage is hard — Yuan Weihong endured it the same way back then. And at that time, his wife was still pregnant; when she occasionally video-called him, Yuan Weihong was one conviction away from submitting his resignation letter.

Therefore, now most of Yuan Weihong's free time is spent at home accompanying his wife and raising kids — even for Master's School gatherings, he brings his wife and children.

Yuan Weihong continued: "Do you know how high the divorce rate in surgery is?"

"As high as fifty-seven percent, far above the current average divorce rate of forty-odd percent. It's because there's too little time, and the time isn't fixed either."

Fang Ziye hadn't learned this much about it.

He raised his head and looked at Master Yuan Weihong.

Master Yuan Weihong looked older than before, his Mediterranean hairline receding further.

Master Yuan Weihong looked younger than before, radiant and refreshed.

"Don't look at me, my relationship with your Master's wife is excellent!" Yuan Weihong hurriedly explained, afraid Fang Ziye would misunderstand his previous words as laying groundwork for a divorce.

Before long, Deng Yong came down: "Let's go, let's go. Tingzhu is the same as you, now staying in the Anesthesiology Department. It's not continuous work."

"Ziye, you're not taking this job seriously, is the intensity not high enough?"

"What time is it already, and you still have attention to spare for how long your girlfriend hasn't gone home?" After Deng Yong set his mind at ease, he hurriedly started joking.

As if the one who was just about to fight wasn't Deng Yong, but "Fang Yong".

"Master, it's not me, it's Tian Luo."

"Tian Luo's mind is largely on his sister these days, so the time he devotes to clinical work, research, etc., isn't all that much."

"Of course, not that much still counts as pretty excellent." Fang Ziye hurriedly explained to Deng Yong.

While listening, Deng Yong fiercely pinched Yuan Weihong's scapula, fingers gradually applying force: "It's all thanks to your good Master, willing to forgo promotion for a year, just had to swallow the fatty meat right from my mouth! ~"

"Sun Shaoqing mentioned Lan Tianluo to me before, and later Dong Wenqiang also mentioned him."

"Pity — near water, the pavilion gets the moon first."

Yuan Weihong winced in pain, only able to let his mouth corner turn bitter, but dared not complain: "Teacher Deng, Teacher Deng, we're all your students, ah? Teacher Deng, we've never had special treatment..."

Only then did Deng Yong release his fingers, looking at Fang Ziye: "On this point, your Master also did very well, never giving special treatment on his own."

"However!"

Deng Yong's tone shifted: "After all, your wings have hardened, you should fly out; otherwise, this place would become a cage shackling you."

"Weihong, your headcount isn't small either; from now on, your own small projects, papers — you publish them yourselves?"

"Big projects we all contributed to, papers — everyone crayfishes together."

"You don't have a separate lab yet, still doing experiments in the lab, you serve as the Lab's Deputy Director!"

The Lab Director position naturally belongs to Deng Yong.

Now Deng Yong appoints Yuan Weihong to the position formerly held by Thoracic Surgery Associate Professor Hong Zili.

"Thank you, Teacher Deng." Yuan Weihong lightly nodded, then formally thanked him.

Hearing this, Deng Yong saw Fang Ziye was still there, but simply didn't make him avoid it anymore.

While changing back into his own clothes, he tilted his head, tone despondent: "Weihong, if I let you lead Ziye later, and assign you a few more people, would you dare lead a group alone?"

Yuan Weihong asked in puzzlement: "Teacher Dong, still leaving? Already decided?"

Where in the department is there still a group-leader position? Unless Old Professor Dong Yaohui is leaving.

"Yes!" Deng Yong nodded.

"My Master, he's tired, wants to go back and enjoy his remaining years. Understandable, after all he started working at twenty-two, and by now has worked over forty years!"

"Wants to retire, go back and rest at leisure. Understandable." Deng Yong said.

Finished speaking, the three sat side by side on the long bench at the Changing Room doorway changing shoes, Deng Yong added: "Liu Huanglong doesn't want to lead a group in the department, he only wants to hang onto the Emergency Trauma Center title."

"What he schemes for isn't becoming a Trauma Surgery Specialist. Likely he'll return to Hand Surgery later."

"Besides you, Weihong, those who can lead groups are Peng Long, Chen Fang, Xie Jinyuan."

Deng Yong spoke to here, put on his shoes and stood up first.

Yuan Weihong lightly raised his head and said: "Teacher Deng, these three brothers' seniority is all thicker than mine; me thinking about things beyond my proper duty now is still a bit too early."

Fang Ziye stood by, not daring to speak.

Leading a group is naturally a good thing, but having the capability to lead a group is the good thing; otherwise, even Professor Han Yuanxiao now is under full pressure, nearly turned his own group into a prefecture-level city hospital's Trauma Surgery group.

Deng Yong, however, nudged his chin at Fang Ziye, meaning self-evident.

Fang Ziye heard, his heart instantly tightened.

"Master, I can't do it." Fang Ziye shook his head like a rattle.

What age does what kind of thing — how could Fang Ziye possibly lead a group now? He still has many tasks undone; if he also has to lead a group, it's over.

What conditions does leading a group need? First, definitely must spread out the research stall; once this side has ideas, students can turn ideas into reality.

Have a relatively mature team, supporting you to dare to charge ahead in clinical work, do things others can't do, or things others haven't done yet.

If prefecture-level city hospitals and county-level hospitals' main task is to master mature techniques, then top-tier Grade-A hospitals' core task is to do not-so-mature techniques, so that some currently untreatable patients have a place to be treated.

Let some incurable diseases have medicine available.

There must always be a tiny handful of people who silently walk forward.

"Not letting you truly lead a group, but letting you become Yuan Weihong's capable assistant; the two of you cooperating makes people far more at ease than one Associate Professor leading another Attending, or even two Associate Professors cooperating to lead a group."

"Of course, this is only an initial prototype. I also can't let Ziye you purely degenerate into a tool for treating illness." Deng Yong lightly shook his head, brows tightly furrowed.

Yuan Weihong understood Deng Yong's meaning, smiled and said: "Teacher Deng, I know you feel the group-leading opportunity is rare now; once missed, might wait a long time."

"But Ziye and I are still young, and we happen to know a bit of research tricks; therefore, unless forced, I'm unwilling to prematurely degenerate into?"

Yuan Weihong cautiously turned his head: "The tool you speak of."

What is a tool? Something that gets utilized.

For example, scalpels, suture threads, etc., are all tools.

The Lead Surgeon can use these tools to complete procedures; then in the overall medical landscape, some big shots can turn many doctors into "treating illness and saving people" tools.

Although to become such tools, one must have a certain foundation.

But people with dreams never frame their lives dead.

"Fine then, I'll kill this idea. Anyway you have your own ways to earn money." Deng Yong didn't waste more words.

Being a doctor, wanting to earn money, there are just these few legitimate paths.

First is do more surgeries, repeat mature techniques, solve patients' suffering.

Second is run more consultations, earn flying-knife fees, make a sum for oneself.

The third is to do more research, and obtain school-level, city-level, provincial-level, and even national-level research achievement rewards!

The difficulty rises step by step.

To do more surgeries and do them well takes years of accumulation. And to go out for consultation surgeries, on the premise of having certain surgical skills, you also need a certain reputation before people are willing to invite you to operate.

As for research rewards?

It can be described as immortals fighting — competing on the same stage with people from all disciplines; it is the most enviable, yet unattainable, shortcut to earning money.

……

Before bringing Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong into his office, Deng Yong said nothing else, until they entered the office, where Deng Yong sat on the sofa chair watching Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong boil water, make tea, and wash teacups.

Only then did Deng Yong say: "During this period, I deeply analyzed the patient disease-type structure of our department."

"It is still too monotonous."

"Besides bone defects it's bone defects, besides severe infections it's still severe infections; apart from that, there are almost no other disease types."

"It is purely mechanical repetition; once prefecture-level city hospitals can proficiently master bone defect treatment, our department's patient source will also be greatly affected."

"At that time, our department may even have empty beds, becoming a mere ornament, truly unable to live up to the reputation our predecessors built and this standalone building."

"Therefore, seeking transformation is an inevitable path."

Yuan Weihong stepped forward, walked over, and handed Deng Yong the first cup of tea. Fang Ziye went to scrub the second glass cup, preparing to make a cup for Yuan Weihong.

At the same time, this was also the first time Fang Ziye was pulled by Deng Yong to hear the department's current predicament, and to discuss departmental development issues from a higher perspective.

When successful, benefit all under heaven; when poor, cultivate oneself alone.

A person whose basic skills are not solid enough cannot talk about learning mature techniques at Zhongnan Hospital; a person who cannot even take care of themselves, who hasn't solved their economic foundation, also won't enter a higher-vision circle.

Fang Ziye having just arrived, naturally needs to listen first, then express opinions.

Seeing Fang Ziye already handling the cups, Yuan Weihong sat down on half his buttocks: "Teacher Deng, didn't Professor Han say we plan to do more osteotomy corrections?"

"The hottest topic right now is osteotomy correction."

Deng Yong asked: "How many patients can you correct?"

"Currently, the osteotomy correction techniques at Peking Union Medical College Hospital and Tongji Hospital have already developed quite steadily; for us to break in now would just be eating others' leftovers."

"Most importantly, with both Peking Union and Tongji's trauma surgery developing osteotomy correction, the market has already reached saturation; patients already have places to get treatment!"

"We can go learn it, we need to master this technique, but we don't necessarily have to go all out on it."

"Diabetic foot — are there currently standardized surgical treatment centers for it?"

"Old disease types like clubfoot I won't even mention. Let me mention some new ones: amyotrophic lateral sclerosis — are there currently standard treatment plans?"

Yuan Weihong interjected: "Teacher Deng, that's ALS, right?"

"So what if it's ALS? In the very early days, when others looked at joint tuberculosis, wasn't their tone the same as yours?" Deng Yong countered.

Yuan Weihong lowered his head and fell silent.

So what if it's ALS? This pit is easy to talk about but hard to fill.

Fang Ziye stepped closer, handed the tea to Yuan Weihong, took a cup for himself, then took it to the long sofa chair beside them: "Master, may I interject?"

"Speak!" Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong both turned their heads simultaneously, but Deng Yong spoke as the master's representative.

"Master, I feel that currently, transforming toward mangled extremities and their complications first is a gradual and good direction."

"I discussed this with Nie Mingxian before; he said he has a way to perform vascularized treatment on the residual limb after amputation, then we might be able to develop some small assistive devices."

"These small assistive devices can ensure delayed necrosis of the amputated limb. This way, some unfortunate amputees could gain a chance at limb replantation."

"I think this mainly because current trauma surgery mostly stems from car accidents; after car accidents, patients may, for various reasons, be unable to have the limb extracted, with occasional cases where amputation is necessary to save life."

"Although such cases are not many, accumulated over time, there may be seven or eight cases per month in Han City alone."

"This way, our team might just be able to handle the volume."

"Amputation followed by limb replantation? Then why not directly extract the limb at the scene?" Deng Yong asked.

"Master, there are always times when it can't be extracted."

"Or say, if at the first moment, his limb was already deemed damaged?" Fang Ziye said while enduring the heat, dipped the cup in water and wrote 119 on the ground.

119 is firefighting; firefighting heroes who lose their lives or are amputated for various reasons are not few. After all, only a small portion get reported; more are nameless heroes.

Of course, Fang Ziye wasn't saying to specifically consider limb replantation for them, but this type of patient is more typical.

Moreover, similar situations will never be absent!

"Any thoughts on other aspects? For example, animal experiments?" Deng Yong asked.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Master, I plan to go to the animal laboratory to carry out such animal experiment models after stepping down from the Chief Resident emergency consultation work."

"This model is still well-designed: directly simulate amputation, then after exceeding current research time, perform limb replantation surgery, and observe the mice's survival function."

"Besides that, I also privately contacted an instrument company, asking if they had small dialysis instruments previously used on mice; they said yes."

"Hmm, if we are to perform limb replantation, or say preserve limbs for longer, we would apply the principles of dialysis and extracorporeal circulation."

Deng Yong's eyes instantly widened: "How would you know people in an instrument company?"

Fang Ziye told the story of Old Chinese Doctor Chen, and the relationship between Old Chinese Doctor Chen and Wu Xuanqi of Tongji Hospital.

"Master, I'm just using their equipment, whether renting or buying; such instruments they couldn't possibly not sell."

"Other issues we'll set aside for now; it's not like just because this Boss Chen's company had other problems, we can't use their research instruments, right?"

"If it can succeed, I believe this will be a clinical project with extremely significant clinical significance, even more meaningful than mangled extremity reconstruction!"

"Future amputation rates will become even lower, even one in thousands or ten thousands probability." Only in this last sentence did Fang Ziye's voice carry a hint of excitement.

Deng Yong looked at Yuan Weihong.

Yuan Weihong hurriedly shook his head, then looked at Fang Ziye, putting on his teacher's airs with an unkind tone: "Ziye, you want to be independent now, right? Such a big matter, and you didn't discuss it with your master?"

After speaking, Yuan Weihong moved to stand up, taking the opportunity to properly discipline this 'disobedient and unfilial' disciple.

However, Yuan Weihong had just stood up when Deng Yong patted his shoulder and pressed him back down: "Yuan Weihong, who are you talking to? You dare bully my student too?"

Yuan Weihong tilted his head, eyes bulging: "Teacher Deng, he's my student too?"

"Who cares who you are? He's my student! You can't just bully him." Deng Yong pressed Yuan Weihong down.

"Eh..." Yuan Weihong's entire body's muscles went limp, and he collapsed onto the chair with a thud of his buttocks.

Yuan Weihong's face was full of desolation; he looked utterly pitiful.

Turning his head to look toward Deng Yong's direction, he thought to himself: so love really does disappear, right!

(Chapter End)