Chapter 409

Since the surgery had long caused him to miss mealtime, at three in the afternoon Fang Ziye and Xiong Jinhuan were eating barbecue rice.

The two lay prostrate on the table in the doctors' rest room, each sitting on one side of the lower bunk; Xiong Jinhuan ate like a shovel, and after stuffing several huge mouthfuls into his mouth because he was starving, he swallowed and said: "Industry Brother, let's go Dutch?"

"Dutch my ass, it's just ten-odd yuan; why don't you order a coffee instead."

"Going back and forth is troublesome too." Fang Ziye's eating speed wasn't slow either, just not as fast as Xiong Jinhuan's.

With no emergency consultation tasks, Fang Ziye also had an extra measure of leisure to enjoy his food.

The barbecue rice naturally had flavor, but for the past several months Fang Ziye had eaten anything merely to replenish energy — if it was edible he would wolf it down fiercely.

"Then okay, Industry Brother." Fang Ziye had specified the choice, yet it was precisely Xiong Jinhuan's favorite.

"Older Brother Huan, how many papers did you publish during your doctorate?" Fang Ziye asked casually.

Xiong Jinhuan was currently at the end of his first doctoral year, soon to become a second-year doctoral senior brother; the graduation thesis requirements for the doctorate were inevitably coming onto the agenda.

"One, I guess; the workload is still hard to accumulate."

"My Master also wants to accumulate a big paper." Xiong Jinhuan replied cautiously.

Thinking of this, Xiong Jinhuan said enviously: "Sigh, only now at this step do I realize that back when you, Industry Brother, were fighting for papers, it must have been quite difficult."

"Three months of full detachment sounds like a long time, but to accumulate forty or fifty workload units is certainly sleepless day and night."

Xiong Jinhuan's analysis was still relatively objective.

Fang Ziye's hard work was known to all; during his master's stage he basically squeezed out every bit of his own rest time — never mind whether his progress was fast or slow, being able to write out several 'English compositions' was purely the result of exploiting all his own time.

Writing papers isn't easy; to piece together a full SCI text, even a mature worker needs half a month to a month.

That would certainly have occupied a huge chunk of Fang Ziye's time.

Only after he could graduate smoothly did Fang Ziye let loose and devote himself to clinical work, advancing rapidly, and then soaring sky-high in one leap.

"A Zone 1 paper? That's enough too." Fang Ziye laughed.

During my own master's stage, Master Yuan Weihong fed me a Zone 1 paper with IF 5; that was a gift, and the four words 'overwhelmed by favor' would not be an exaggeration.

The graduation requirement for a professional doctorate is only one Zone 2 SCI or two Zone 3 SCIs; a single Zone 1 paper is sufficient to see a medical professional doctorate through smoothly at any domestic university.

"Depends on how you use it." Xiong Jinhuan's lunch box had little rice left, his stomach was seven or eight parts full, and he slowed his eating: "Enough for graduation, but for job hunting it's still quite a bit short."

After speaking, Xiong Jinhuan still covertly watched Fang Ziye's eyes and expression: "Compared with Senior Brother Li, I estimate we're both eggs hitting a rock."

Fang Ziye heard this, and his gaze flickered for an instant.

"Really." Xiong Jinhuan straightened his back, his smile radiant: "Industry Brother, this is simply a fact; I have no other meaning."

"Only by recognizing the gap can one possibly fill the chasm."

Xiong Jinhuan's subtext was: Li Yuanpei and you, Fang Ziye, are in one big team; you can casually hang something on him, and with your big team's research output speed and efficiency, me playing papers with him would produce snake skin.

If you, Fang Ziye, insist on giving Li Yuanpei a push, then I, Xiong Jinhuan, even with the Ward Director as backing, would still be sending vegetables.

Xiong Jinhuan's tone contained only flat narration, no sarcasm.

Fang Ziye could only say helplessly: "Older Brother Huan, this I have no way to do; we're all following the boss. However the boss arranges it, I obey and act accordingly."

Liu Zhengjun, of the same cohort as Wang Yuanqi, failed to stay at the hospital; but Wang Yuanqi was kept by Deng Yong to rotate in the Emergency Department.

Similarly, Dai Yinsheng from Professor Dong Yaohui's group also left Zhongnan Hospital, and now who knows where he's employed...

Xiong Jinhuan nodded, smiled: "Industry Brother, let's change the topic."

"I used not to believe in the word 'fate'; now I feel life is ten parts, seven parts heaven-ordained!"

"We can only be neither ashamed nor resentful; every experience is heaven's best arrangement."

Xiong Jinhuan's expression held a few more parts of carefree ease.

Life cannot turn back; Xiong Jinhuan also cannot return to years ago, choose Professor Deng Yong as teacher, and then read Professor Deng Yong's doctorate.

Fang Ziye actively skipped this sensitive topic and instead asked: "Jinhuan, heard you have a junior fellow named Zheng Tianle, pretty good?"

Zheng Tianle is Professor Han Yuanxiao's master's graduate student, currently finishing his first graduate year, same cohort as Peng Rong Associate Professor's student Lin Yihuang and Zhang Zixi's student Guo Ruodun.

But Zheng Tianle belongs to the very outstanding amiable ones within the first year.

Setting aside research paper quantity, Zheng Tianle's comprehensive operative ability is even two points stronger than Lan Tianluo's; he is a seed player very likely to break through the master's stage benchmark training room.

"Tianle ah, not bad; looking back now, a bit small-scale."

"But to break through the master's stage training room still requires continued effort."

"Industry Brother, actually Tianluo's progress speed is the fastest; he wasn't originally from our clinical specialty." Xiong Jinhuan shifted the topic to Lan Tianluo.

Fang Ziye heard this and said: "Tianluo has too many alternative paths; he himself hasn't decided which road to take."

"Let's not talk about him; the other brothers basically can only rely on clinical work to eat!"

"Tap tap tap!"

"Tap tap tap~!"

Speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao arrives; Lan Tianluo rapidly knocked on the doctors' rest room door, then immediately Lan Tianluo carried a bag and said: "Senior Brother, give me the Inpatient General Office key, I'm going to swap a few bottles of drinks."

Fang Ziye turned his buttocks, took the key from his pocket, and handed it to Lan Tianluo: "How many drinks did you buy?"

"Not many not many, Senior Brother; after I put them away I'm going to the lab." Lan Tianluo hurried off.

Immediately after, he returned the Inpatient General Office key to Fang Ziye, held a bottle of drink, and rushed out of the department, looking like he had boundless energy.

Xiong Jinhuan watched Lan Tianluo's back view, utterly envious.

……

After finishing lunch, Xiong Jinhuan also left the doctors' rest room.

Fang Ziye then moved to the doctors' office to see if there were any leftover tasks — for example, reviewing the group's routine medical orders, or checking the order of discharge medical records organized by the junior physicians.

Before, these tasks were all helped by Luo Tingzhu; but it seems after Luo Tingzhu left, Li Yuanpei and Senior Brother Yan Zhiming the two of them also do them watertight.

Fang Ziye looked at the on-shelf medical records and orders for ten beds; according to current guidelines there's certainly no problem, but if judged by research frontier progress they could still be fine-tuned.

However for others, fine-tuning these orders has little significance.

If Fang Ziye weren't able to get Knowledge Points from fine-tuning orders, he probably wouldn't spend this much thought on it.

After reviewing five more discharged patient records, the order, signatures, and so on were all complete; waiting for Fang Ziye's signature was just the medical record quality control column, and signing Fang Ziye's name would do.

This was a matter of a little over an hour.

Afternoon, three o'clock.

After Xiong Jinhuan walked from the Doctor's Rest Room to the Inpatient General Office, he pushed open the door and saw Fang Ziye prostrate on the table reading literature, and asked: "Industry Brother, you don't seem to be that busy today."

Xiong Jinhuan was a very professional doctor, so the word "idle" would be replaced with another term.

"Mm, yes!"

"Professor Xie is attending at the Emergency Trauma Center Emergency Outpatient Department; he can handle most disease types, so just keep resting for now."

"Reading literature is also great; I haven't read literature properly for several months." Fang Ziye could indeed endure loneliness.

Mainly because Fang Ziye had been busy for a long time, and finally had a little free time to rest, feeling an indescribable leisure and contentment.

"Mm, that's true."

"If there are no patients, read more books." After Xiong Jinhuan also smiled, he closed the door and turned back.

Fang Ziye looked toward the doorway, deep in thought—

Xiong Jinhuan now, for the sake of learning opportunities, really could let go of everything, afraid that he would encounter emergency surgery without being called...

That afternoon at five o'clock, Fang Ziye still had not encountered any emergency patients, so he 'went home' for a trip.

Without needing to run emergency consultations, then even if there were emergency surgeries, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan had arranged them, and he only needed to go to the Emergency Operating Room as Lead Surgeon.

Matters like informed consent were completed by Wang Yuanqi and Gong Ziming, so he fundamentally did not need to bring anyone to complete them himself.

Even more so, some minor debridement and suturing or simple fractures, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan probably authorized Wang Yuanqi to handle them right in the Emergency Department's consultation room, so where would there be a need for him to run to the Emergency Department himself.

Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan had made a scene in the Emergency Surgery Clinic that morning; for non-trauma surgery disease types, basically no one dared to call Trauma Surgery for consultation anymore.

Buying vegetables, washing rice, cooking rice, cutting vegetables, preparing dishes...

Fang Ziye practiced a set of fist forms, and it was directly six-thirty in the afternoon.

"Click!"

Luo Tingzhu's rented house door lock was opened, and then Luo Tingzhu walked in carrying a double shoulder backpack and a snack pack, seeing Fang Ziye indeed wearing an apron in the kitchen, she was overjoyed.

"Senior Brother, you really have time to come back?"

"I thought you were joking with me." Luo Tingzhu stood at the doorway, forgetting to change shoes, and after seeing Fang Ziye, she ran back to the shoe cabinet in a few steps, putting on her Bugs Bunny slippers together with her socks.

"Wait a moment, dinner will be ready soon." Fang Ziye turned back and shouted outside.

Hearing this, Luo Tingzhu put her double shoulder backpack on the desk in the Study, hung the snack pack at the Bedroom doorway, then went to wash her hands and wash her face...

At seven o'clock sharp, the two surrounded the Dining Table and ate heartily.

Because Luo Tingzhu had gone to the Anesthesiology Department, she did not understand many things about Trauma Surgery very clearly; after hearing Fang Ziye speak, she clicked her tongue in wonder: "Teacher planned things really far ahead; probably starting from last October he began laying out the Emergency Trauma Center."

"Senior Brother, your luck is also good; after having the Emergency Trauma Center, the Inpatient General's work became much, much easier."

Fang Ziye nodded, and gave Luo Tingzhu a piece of Braised Spare Ribs: "Yes, if it were before, I estimate I would have run to the Emergency Department at least three times, today I didn't run a single trip."

"I originally planned that after coming back, even if I cooked rice and cut the vegetables, if something happened I would go to the Emergency Operating Room, and come back in the evening to eat."

"Who would have thought, I was almost done cooking, and the phone never rang."

"If I had known it would be like this, how good it would be for us to go out and eat Hot Pot; you haven't gone out to eat Hot Pot for a long time, right?"

Since early March, after Fang Ziye took up the post of Chief Resident, the two basically had not gone out to eat; at most they ate Boxed Meals together in the Inpatient General Office.

Occasionally Fang Ziye would also leave in advance.

In April, after Luo Tingzhu was inspired by Huang Xiruo's Anesthesiology Department Doctor and suddenly thought that she still had a better alternative major in Anesthesiology, the two did not meet for an even longer time.

"Mm mm mm." Luo Tingzhu nodded like a sieve; from her expression it could be seen she was craving it.

In her crystal-clear eyes, hearing 'garbage' food like Hot Pot made them shine.

"Senior Brother, will you stay at home today?"

"The room next door has been temporarily converted into a Study by me, and there are many books..." Luo Tingzhu suddenly asked this.

"Let's see; if before nine o'clock in the evening the Consultation Mobile Phone still hasn't rung, I won't go back to the Department first."

Saying this, Fang Ziye knocked on the table again: "What's wrong with you? I heard Jie Han say that sometimes you're still in the Laboratory at one in the morning."

"I heard Lan, you haven't come out of the Operating Room for sixty-four hours?"

Luo Tingzhu wore a light purple Long Skirt, the neckline slightly large; when eating she did not wear an Apron, and because she had to bite Spare Ribs, her left hand held her shoulder.

After gnawing a few bites with gulu gulu sounds, she said: "Senior Brother, Lan Tianluo rented a house across from us."

"I'm thinking of integrating into the Anesthesiology Department atmosphere as soon as possible, striving not to disappoint Teacher Ceng Quanming's kindness, and taking over work early."

"And, I graduate in one year; if all goes well, one year from now I will serve as Chief Resident of the Anesthesiology Department, and then I must also live in the Anesthesiology Department..."

"Tian Luo lives across from us?" Fang Ziye caught a very sensitive piece of information.

Luo Tingzhu nodded: "But he also often leaves early and returns late, or even doesn't return."

While being monitored, Luo Tingzhu was also monitoring others.

Fang Ziye was a bit confused: "Haven't you been living in the Anesthesiology Department for a long time recently? How do you also know Lan Tianluo's whereabouts so well?"

Luo Tingzhu immediately threw the Spare Ribs into the Trash Can, then wiped her Mouth Corner with a Tissue, sat up her upper body, slightly pinched her nose, and smiled like a flower: "Senior Brother, you wouldn't know this, right?"

"There's a Junior Sister who has a very good relationship with me; she met Lan Tianluo in the Laboratory Elevator, and after knowing Lan Tianluo went to Teacher Deng's Laboratory, she asked me who he was..."

"Then, she also moved downstairs..."

"I haven't told her yet that Lan Tianluo has a girlfriend; these aren't things I should tell her, right?" Luo Tingzhu's face was full of playfulness.

The current Luo Tingzhu was much more cheerful than before.

The family had extra money, the future was promising, every day could be very fulfilling; especially in the Anesthesiology Department, Fang Ziye heard people complaining that after Luo Tingzhu went to the Anesthesiology Department, the group of Doctors in the Anesthesiology Department once again enjoyed the 'treatment' that the group of Doctors in Trauma Surgery once enjoyed.

Being tormented by Luo Tingzhu to tears.

Roughly it could be described as: for intubation, Luo Tingzhu was very skilled; for nerve block, Luo Tingzhu was very skilled; for tracheotomy, Luo Tingzhu was also very skilled; even, Luo Tingzhu occasionally could play with the bronchoscope examination in the Respiratory Medicine Bronchoscopy Room.

"Alright, I haven't left the department in ages, feels like I've lost touch with the outside world."

"In just these two short months, so many interesting things have happened!" Fang Ziye shook his head slightly.

Seems this sort of thing can't be blamed on Luo Tingzhu either.

Mutual affection between men and women is only natural; both boys and girls can take the initiative.

"Then what does Lan Tianluo do when he doesn't come home at night? Doesn't he sleep?" Fang Ziye asked Luo Tingzhu.

Regarding information on Lan Tianluo, asking anyone else certainly wouldn't be as good as asking Luo Tingzhu.

Luo Tingzhu merely appears high cold now, but she actually cares a bit about Lan Tianluo's movements.

People aren't grass and trees; who can be without feeling?

Lan Tianluo did so much for Luo Tingzhu; she long ago forgot the childhood grievances.

"Don't know about that; even if I knew I couldn't say — it involves someone else's privacy."

"Anyway, he's definitely not in the Training Room, not in the Laboratory, and not in the Operating Room!" Luo Tingzhu shook her head; she might know, or she might not.

Fang Ziye didn't continue gossiping either; gossiping about a fellow trainee's private affairs is, after all, a bit immoral.

"Tingzhu, let me ask you something — Professor Xu Long from Xiangya Hospital, will he still come to our hospital? Has he reached any other agreement with Professor Zeng?" Fang Ziye asked.

"He comes, but only on weekends, regularly."

"However, there was a certain conflict between Teacher and Professor Xu Long. Professor Xu originally wanted you, Senior Brother, to follow his team each time he came."

"Teacher Zeng Quanming had no objection, but it needed Teacher Deng Yong's agreement; Teacher Deng Yong gave Professor Xu Long no face at all, directly saying impossible!"

"Professor Xu Long seems a bit angry." Luo Tingzhu said this, tilted her head slightly thinking, then picked up another green bean and chewed slowly.

Roughly half a minute later, Luo Tingzhu said: "But Professor Xu Long got angry, while Professor Zeng Quanming instead seemed a bit happy."

Fang Ziye set down his chopsticks and said: "That's only natural; they're all a bunch of old foxes — who would want another fox building a den beside their own?"

"Senior Brother, but what Tingzhu and Teacher Zeng are curious about is, how did you come to know Professor Xu Long?" Luo Tingzhu scanned Fang Ziye up and down, her gaze suddenly sharpening.

Fang Ziye immediately buried his head in his food, speeding up: "Just a coincidence."

Fang Ziye didn't dare tell the truth; otherwise, the little beauty across the table might suddenly unleash a Chongqing woman's true nature and hit him — what then?

You have to understand, Luo Tingzhu went to Sha City precisely to properly learn anesthesia techniques, and he blew up her classes himself.

This wasted Luo Tingzhu's long-laid plans; she really might get angry.

"Oh."

Luo Tingzhu nodded: "Professor Zeng said, you knowing Professor Xu Long was unexpected, yet also reasonable."

"What a pity; if Teacher Professor Zeng had known you first, there wouldn't have been the extra complication of Professor Xu Long coming from Xiangya Hospital to our hospital."

Speaking of this, Luo Tingzhu asked again: "Senior Brother, when you have time later, could you teach me puncture technique?"

Fang Ziye's instinct was to wonder if this puncture technique was proper, but he quickly realized another thing: "Professor Zeng Quanming, really hasn't heard a whisper of it?"

Luo Tingzhu shook her head: "You never demonstrated nerve block anesthesia at Teacher Zeng's place; how would he know?"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye thought to himself.

Caught two more old foxes.

One is Du Yuanxian, one is Lan Tianluo.

Hey, this Lan Tianluo, ill-intentioned, only thinking of helping himself to win "Sister Luo Tingzhu's" favor, not revealing a whisper to Luo Tingzhu.

The other is Professor Du Yuanxian of the Anesthesiology Department; he clearly watched Mi Qi of your Vascular Surgery do local motor-sensory separation, yet Professor Zeng Quanming, the Anesthesiology Director, knew nothing.

Not a single professor is easy to deal with; each has their own hidden agenda and thoughts.

This is a good thing; if professors acted like complete idiots, blabbing every secret to the whole world, that's when the world would be in chaos.

"Lan Tianluo harbors ill intentions; he even concealed it from you!"

"Also, your Anesthesiology Professor Du Yuanxian concealed it too." Fang Ziye replied to Luo Tingzhu with such frankness.

Hearing this, Luo Tingzhu thought for a moment: "Oh, I understand, thank you, Senior Brother..."

The time that followed was warm dining and casual chat.

Mainly Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu agreed on where to eat in a few days, what hot pot to eat, whether to go stroll the streets.

Come to think of it, Fang Ziye hasn't prepared a single set of summer clothes this year; returning from the department, he still wears long-sleeved shirts and jeans, still last spring's gear.

After washing the dishes, it was only eight o'clock.

Wiping his hands, Fang Ziye walked out: "Tingzhu, I'm going to share a place with another brother later, so I won't be staying here temporarily."

While Fang Ziye washed dishes, Luo Tingzhu happened to go freshen up; she hasn't come out yet.

Another five minutes passed; after scrolling short videos for a bit, Fang Ziye saw Luo Tingzhu come out wearing a pale pink silk pajama set for the spring-summer transition.

Fair, slender neck; prominent collarbones; a vast expanse of white at the chest.

Hair wrapped in a pale green triangle scarf; she turned her back to Fang Ziye and began drying her hair.

Seeing Luo Tingzhu's back view, Fang Ziye instantly felt an uncontrollable surge of blood "rushing wildly"!

Luo Tingzhu's slender arms like lotus roots, faint muscle definition, yet also a bit soft and fleshy.

Her exquisite figure outlined by the silk pajamas, faintly visible...

Fang Ziye "greedily" scanned up and down several times before snapping back to his senses and looking at his phone.

After blow-drying her hair, Luo Tingzhu brushed her bangs aside and turned back: "Senior Brother, who are you sharing with? I can tidy the guest room, you could stay too."

"And?" At this point, Luo Tingzhu's face reddened.

The two hadn't never shared a bed abroad, just never crossed that final line; most of the time sharing a bed was during her period...

However, their agreement was that after returning home, they would formally begin cohabiting.

Only, neither's expectation had started yet; Fang Ziye was pulled into clinical rotations, barely home for two months.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye stood up in one motion.

Seriously replied: "I'm going to shower!"

"Who are you renting with?" Luo Tingzhu asked, her hands clasped before her abdomen, left and right hands constantly crossing and gripping tightly.

Like her nervous mood, occasionally tightening, being forcibly smoothed and relaxed, yet still remaining nervous.

Such nervousness far surpassed Luo Tingzhu's first time performing an incision technique in the clinic, far surpassed her first time administering anesthesia to a patient...

"Nie Mingxian, you know him. I told you about him before, the anesthesia department god at Enshi Central Hospital, vascular surgery super god," Fang Ziye replied, having already found his pajamas and towel, diving into the bathroom.

After Fang Ziye replied like that, naturally there were even more questions.

But Fang Ziye had already entered the bathroom.

Five minutes!

To be precise, four minutes and forty-nine seconds, Fang Ziye finished washing his hair, bathing, washing his feet, and even scrubbed his small underwear, wrung it dry, walked out while heading to the balcony to hang it up to dry.

"How are you so fast?" Luo Tingzhu's hand had just touched her phone, searching for 'maiden' inappropriate questions—

'What should a girl pay attention to the first time'.

Fang Ziye came out of the bathroom, which directly made Luo Tingzhu feel guilty and stunned, her right hand skillfully returning the phone to the phone screen like many wolf friends encountering someone coming.

Fang Ziye heard this, with a bitter face saying: "Tingzhu, your words are very ambiguous."

If it were in the operating room, and a circulating nurse or instrument nurse said this, Fang Ziye would definitely reply: you haven't tried it yourself, how do you know?

But Luo Tingzhu is his girlfriend, so there's no need to be so direct.

Luo Tingzhu began to feel awkward and uneasy, placing her phone flat, screen covered on the tea table: "I, I didn't mean that, I mean you bathe fast."

"I know, I'll go dry the clothes first, then blow dry my hair, then properly explain the matter of Nie Mingxian to you." Fang Ziye also knew that everything cannot be rushed.

A spring night is worth a thousand gold, must take it slow.

Chat a bit, sit a bit, hug a bit...

The corresponding procedures Fang Ziye had long placed into the memory window, only waiting for one day to open the first valve, and then the memories would flow like a spring.

Yes, just go with the flow.

Eight twenty-something.

Fang Ziye embraced Luo Tingzhu from the side, Luo Tingzhu also leaned into Fang Ziye's embrace, enjoying the clingy feeling like long-distance relationship lovers reuniting.

Luo Tingzhu was slightly shorter than Fang Ziye, when Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu turned their heads relatively, Luo Tingzhu's head top could just rest against Fang Ziye's ear root, her face rested against his neck, her ear just rested against Fang Ziye's carotid artery, feeling the strong arterial pulsation.

But when Fang Ziye mentioned that Nie Mingxian's father had already passed away, Luo Tingzhu slightly raised her head: "His dad lied to him, right?"

"Yes, the treatment costs for the period after that were all saved by his father, he never went for regular chemotherapy."

"He passed away in March of this year..."

"Then he followed Professor Liu to Zhongnan Hospital, and I was already familiar with him before, we plan to rent together anyway, since we rarely go to live there anyway."

Luo Tingzhu nodded: "That works, I remember you said his theory is especially good, in the future you two definitely can have a lot to discuss."

"By the way, Senior Brother, didn't you say Senior Brother Wu Xuanqi's wife Sister Tang is also in the anesthesia department? Can you help push my business card to them? I want to, when they have time, bring along this anesthesia department rookie of mine."

Luo Tingzhu loved learning, in such an atmosphere, she was actually still thinking about learning.

Fang Ziye felt the atmosphere was about right, directly gave Luo Tingzhu a princess carry: "Adding friends isn't urgent, let's go rest properly first!"

Luo Tingzhu did not resist, just bit her lower lip with her upper lip.

She asked in a very cliché way: "Senior Brother, you will treat me well, right?"

Luo Tingzhu's eyes were crystal clear, without tears, but she also looked at Fang Ziye very nervously, her gaze somewhat flickering.

Luo Tingzhu's heart was actually a bit afraid, she felt that in this relationship, she was in a relatively dominant position, in a relatively weaker position, just afraid of being disliked by Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye naturally knew that at this moment besides nodding was nodding, and then was "kiss"...

Luo Tingzhu's weight was very light, the princess carry posture was indeed very suitable for deep kissing.

Fang Ziye used a full ten minutes before walking from the living room into the bedroom, and after carefully placing Luo Tingzhu on the bed, he immediately went next door, opened the cabinet, opened his suitcase, and opened the suitcase's interlayer to find the crime tool!

"Beep beep beep beep beep!"

"Beep beep beep beep beep!"

"Beep beep beep beep beep beep!"

The old-style Chief Resident phone ringtone rang.

Fang Ziye trembled all over upon hearing it, so angry at that moment, he directly threw the crime tool along with the box onto the floor.

His gaze was filled with despair, but he still came to the living room and answered the phone.

"Hello, Trauma Surgery."

The incoming number was Xie Jinyuan's new number: "Ziye, prepare to enter the emergency operating room immediately, this patient's massive hemorrhage is very severe, it's a mangled extremity, I've already called Professor Deng."

"Professor Deng also told you to come immediately! ~"

"Okay, I'll be there right away, five minutes!" Fang Ziye hung up the phone, without a bit of nonsense.

Fang Ziye turned on the speakerphone, Luo Tingzhu then tidied her pajama collar and came out, also taking a set of new clothes for Fang Ziye from the wardrobe.

"Senior Brother, go do the surgery."

"These are new clothes I bought for you, the size should fit, but I don't know if they fit well."

Luo Tingzhu said at the end, looking seriously at Fang Ziye with both eyes, tender and affectionate: "It's not urgent, I've always been yours."

Fang Ziye took the clothes, and also pinched Luo Tingzhu's two hands, then went directly to the living room.

After Fang Ziye changed clothes and was ready to go out, he found Luo Tingzhu's master bedroom door was also closed: "Tingzhu, I'm going to the operating room."

Fang Ziye couldn't be like a scumbag, encountering an emergency surgery and leaving directly without any explanation.

"Senior Brother, you go first, I'll come to the emergency operating room in a while."

"Teacher Zeng also called me." Luo Tingzhu's voice was very clear. But girls changing clothes definitely rustle.

Fang Ziye couldn't wait, after changing shoes he pushed open the door and closed it again, looking at the door plate number opposite, "Ai, damn" he sighed.

A spring night is worth a thousand gold, damn Fang Ziye didn't even make a hundred bucks.

(Chapter End)