Chapter 411

Fang Ziye sized up Liu Huanglong once more.

Liu Huanglong's appearance was indeed not good-looking; with his mouth and nose covered by a mask, his long face, small eyes, and short eyebrows combined into a "jiong" character.

Without looking at the mouth and nose, he appeared even more "shifty-eyed."

"Teacher Liu, our growth is also inseparable from your guidance, Teacher Liu." After the surgery, after Luo Tingzhu left, Fang Ziye deliberately soothed Liu Huanglong's emotions.

If he put himself in the other's shoes, standing in Liu Huanglong's position to observe himself, Fang Ziye would also feel that Liu Huanglong was somewhat desperate.

Having just arrived at Zhongnan Hospital, his original intention was naturally to exert his own effect and make a big splash.

As a result, his sleeves had barely been rolled up before Fang Ziye directly took the whole pot.

Participating in original research together and being forcibly listed as a co-author on original research are two different concepts.

Liu Huanglong's current strength, capability, and qualifications, looking nationwide, count as reaching the pinnacle; in his heart he has his own unique pride. He originally thought that changing platforms would allow him to rely on his own ability to reach the limit once again.

Such a thought had just risen up, like playing basketball for the whole game, circling past all competitors, about to complete a beautiful shot into the basket as an excellent guard through positioning.

As a result, he discovered his height was only one meter, belonging to the shortcoming of being short, and the ball was directly snatched from his hand by Fang Ziye for a slam dunk...

Before Liu Huanglong could respond, he was embraced by Professor Deng Yong and hurried forward: "Yes yes, Professor Liu."

"Our team's growth certainly cannot do without your guidance." Deng Yong spoke while winking and making faces at Liu Huanglong to hint.

Deng Yong, I have something to say.

Liu Huanglong's body returned from stiffness to normal; his eyeballs rolled around twice, then he turned back and said: "Ziye, you go back and rest first, or you take the two little brothers to eat something, I'll come over to settle the bill later."

After speaking, Liu Huanglong and the two of them, Deng Yong, moved away to another place.

That place was not the direction of the changing room; it seemed to be a fire passage of the emergency operating room, presumably also leading to some unknown "smoking area."

Wang Yuanqi said with a smile: "Ziye, are you in a bad mood today? If not, let's go eat some crayfish?"

"Professor Xie said, the current emergency consultation tasks belong to the Trauma Center."

"Zhongnan Hospital Trauma Surgery's emergency consultations, in the end, still have to leave your Fang Ziye to rotate, so under appropriate circumstances, you should eat when you should eat, drink when you should drink, don't have too much psychological pressure."

Fang Ziye looked at Wang Yuanqi, the corner of his mouth twitched, his face serious and tight: "Brother Qi, right now I'm eating this bowl of rice, I still have to be worthy of this bowl of rice."

In his heart, however, he was cursing—

Senior Brother Wang, if you had said this three hours earlier, I would have finished all my proper business...

But Wang Yuanqi's words certainly have reason.

There is not a single department in any hospital that cannot operate normally just because a certain person leaves.

At worst it just won't be that good, it absolutely won't reach the point of being unable to maintain normal operation.

The four of them, Fang Ziye, then invited each other to go find a place to eat crayfish in the community behind the hospital. And they discussed that if they really couldn't find one, they would go in the direction of Han Street.

After Liu Huanglong followed Deng Yong and pushed open a yellow painted wooden door, a familiar "smell of this pen" hit them in the face.

The 'office' was empty of people at this moment, and after Deng Yong entered and flipped a switch, the super strong air circulation fan was full of power.

Deng Yong introduced: "Professor Liu, I originally thought you didn't like smoking, but I didn't discover that actually your addiction is even bigger than mine."

As Deng Yong spoke, he took out his 1916 and handed one to Liu Huanglong.

Liu Huanglong lit it with a snap, narrowed his eyes, took a deep drag, and said: "I didn't smoke before age thirty-two; after thirty-two, it's all thanks to the trust of the junior doctors in the department, almost every day there are emergencies, every day there are surgeries that can't be finished, every day there are severed limbs and fingers."

"Our Han City, barely counts as a heavy industry city."

"Zhongnan Hospital this side is far from the factory area, but the Peking Union Medical College Hospital where I worked before was almost the preferred hospital for all factories to send workers after severed limbs and fingers occurred. Even now, every evening there would be two or three cases."

"At most, two can be accommodated for consultation simultaneously."

"If they really can't be finished, then patients are sent to Tongji." Liu Huanglong was complaining, telling his own hardships.

Excellent as I am, working so hard, struggling so much, only to reach this level today, this current skill—how come upon returning to Zhongnan Hospital's 'old home', in front of Fang Ziye, it seems like paper paste.

My reaching the professor level has a certain Mount Tai's support, but my own struggle, my own strength are the most critical.

Without corresponding foundation and strength, climbing to Chief Physician earlier than others—do you think Associate Professors can't be reported, or that news workers don't want to expose a 'corpse-position vegetarian' in the medical world?

"Peking Union Medical College Hospital's Hand Surgery is originally top-tier; patients are willing to come, and factory administrative staff are also willing to send workers there."

"The lower the disability rating, the lower the compensation amount; correspondingly, under insurance conditions, the medical fees appear negligible." Deng Yong didn't turn on the light; after sitting down, only the fire at Liu Huanglong's mouth could be seen.

When the fire occasionally flared, Liu Huanglong's twisted face appeared faintly.

Deng Yong understood Liu Huanglong, and said: "Huanglong, there's no one here, and at this hour there's no light either."

"Night can dispel all strangeness, and can also drive away all familiarity; shedding identities, let's just chat casually."

"This is a junior doctor of mine, a mode of frequently contemplating life. Later I recommended him to me."

This time Deng Yong didn't call him Professor Liu.

"Who? Doctor Yuan Weihong?" Liu Huanglong immediately understood, naming that junior doctor.

Deng Yong nodded, but Liu Huanglong couldn't see; Deng Yong took a drag, then his voice was low: "Huanglong, teacher-student is like father-son, but ultimately it's only like father-son."

"Under certain circumstances, it can also be superior-subordinate, also colleague identity. There are those few moments when, even between teacher and student, when the disciple advances too fast, the teacher will also fear not being able to eat, being replaced by the subordinate."

"Do you acknowledge this statement?"

Liu Huanglong almost simultaneously countered as Deng Yong finished: "Hasn't anyone ever told Professor Deng? You've also done the thing of snatching someone's rice bowl?"

"Eh! ~"

Deng Yong suddenly raised his tone, but only managed to choke out one syllable, then there was no follow-up.

If one could see Deng Yong's face clearly at this moment, Deng Yong's face would certainly be completely broken—

Fine, it's me, Deng Yong, who overreached, right? You, Liu Huanglong, now and in the past, have always been regarded as a 'thorn in the eye' by others; my, Deng Yong's, promotion is instead by the book?

You're being lofty, alright?

Liu Huanglong immediately followed: "Of course, Teacher Deng, the past is the past, the present is the present."

"Without personal experience, one can never experience this kind of feeling."

"I really admire Doctor Yuan, to actually think of such a wonderful way to empty oneself; the feeling of being swallowed by the dark night, quite fits the mood, and quite fits the theme."

"After all, each of us is human, and human power is far too insignificant."

Liu Huanglong continued, "Quite a long time ago, many people even wanted to compare me with Old Wu of Hepatobiliary Surgery!"

"I occasionally thought of comparing myself that way too, but as time passed, as I grew older and older, I became more and more aware of my own mediocrity, and of the greatness of my predecessors."

"Compared to Old Wu's talent, I'm at best half a bucket of water; that I could use twenty years to achieve the leap Old Wu completed in ten years is already more than satisfying."

Liu Huanglong's voice carried a sense of defeat.

At the same time, the cigarette in Liu Huanglong's right hand had already gone out. He stuck it into the ashtray he had noticed when he was smoking earlier, and immediately afterwards, Liu Huanglong handed Deng Yong a blue Yellow Crane Tower Blue Mouth cigarette.

Nineteen yuan a pack, in some places maybe twenty-one a pack; a long time ago the Blue Mouth Yellow Crane Tower was generally eighteen a pack.

Deng Yong felt the hand feel and knew something was off: "Huanglong, why are you smoking this kind of cigarette?"

At Liu Huanglong's current economic level, a hundred yuan a pack was also within his capability; at worst, forty or fifty yuan a pack of Yellow Crane Tower would definitely be his daily smoke.

"It was recommended by a friend of mine from before; back when he was in university with us, he often smoked this kind of cigarette."

"After I learned to smoke, I also kept wondering about the taste of this cigarette, and later I just kept smoking it."

"Teacher Deng, try a cheap cigarette." Liu Huanglong said it in a very down-to-earth way.

This sentence clearly carried the flavor of the past, but Deng Yong wasn't particularly curious about Liu Huanglong's past; with their current friendship, delving deeply into the past would be speaking too deeply for a shallow acquaintance.

"The taste is quite unique. Haven't smoked it in many years." Deng Yong lit it, smiled, and said as much.

The cigarette butt at Liu Huanglong's lips flashed bright three times before he said, "Teacher Deng, let me say something overstepping: you meeting this Ziye is both a three-lifetime blessing and several lifetimes of rotten luck, isn't it?"

Deng Yong's tone instantly turned solemn: "Huanglong, saying it like that is a bit excessive; I've always considered Ziye my Proud Disciple."

Liu Huanglong's following tone became dismissive: "A Proud Disciple still needs a teacher-student interaction mode first; I feel that Teacher Deng, you're just a pitiful bag-holder."

"Doctor Yuan Weihong, on the other hand, got all the best moments of the teacher-student relationship, reaping the whole harvest of watching his own sapling grow step by step, and when he could no longer control it, when the planted tree became a spirit, he dumped it on you, Teacher Deng."

"Teacher Deng, let me ask one honest question."

"On Fang Ziye right now, which skill was taught hand-in-hand by you?"

We're all thousand-year foxes; what Liao Narrow are you singing?

Liu Huanglong hasn't not mentored students, hasn't not been a Supervisor; how could he not know when the happiest time of mentoring a student is?

In any case, it's absolutely not when the student has completely escaped your scope of control, and all you can do is silently hide behind him and catch the pot.

Deng Yong fell silent.

Silent for a long time.

Still silent a long time later.

Very decently, he did not go desperate after hearing Liu Huanglong's retort.

"Sigh—" After Liu Huanglong finished speaking, he no longer continued to drag out the hatred, let out a long sigh, and enjoyed the silent time with Deng Yong until both cigarette butts went extinct.

Deng Yong offered another cigarette to Liu Huanglong, but Liu Huanglong politely refused.

Deng Yong insisted on giving it: "Huanglong, no matter what, you must remember we are a team; a team inevitably has a core bone, and also needs non-core supports."

"Very sorry, the facts may run contrary to your original intention of coming to our Zhongnan Hospital, but I am Ziye's teacher, so I must consider a bit more for him."

"But you are not Ziye's teacher, so you can still have other options."

A team cannot have too many decision-makers.

Liu Huanglong and Deng Yong are ultimately not on the same standing point; if this team really were to be named, Deng Yong would absolutely support naming it after Fang Ziye, not Liu Huanglong.

Liu Huanglong counts as an outsider; even if Liu Huanglong has a powerful Old Mount Tai, he still cannot come over and take the hat off.

Liu Huanglong thought for a moment, then accepted the cigarette Deng Yong handed over.

He said: "Teacher Deng, do you think I, Liu Huanglong, came to Zhongnan Hospital just for fame and profit?"

Deng Yong shook his head, but unfortunately in the dark night, Liu Huanglong couldn't see it.

"That's definitely not it; if you wanted fame and profit, Huanglong, staying in Peking Union's Hand Surgery would be better than coming to our Trauma Surgery." Deng Yong's tone returned to normal, with a slight joke.

Hearing this, Liu Huanglong instead said: "Teacher Deng, if I tell you that my development prospects inside Peking Union Medical College Hospital would actually be relatively limited, would you believe it?"

Deng Yong didn't reply, but that didn't mean he didn't believe; rather, he was carefully considering the meaning inside Liu Huanglong's words.

After a while, Deng Yong very tactfully changed the subject: "Huanglong, let's not talk about this anymore……"

"No matter what, now, our team has already preliminarily successfully performed three cases of Mangled Extremity Limb Salvage Surgery!"

"And, the Functional Reconstruction surgery after Mangled Extremity, we also successfully carried out relatively successfully on that young girl Yan Chu."

"Dare not say restored to original, that would be too exaggerated, but her current situation, being able to recover to this level of function, we can all say with great confidence."

"Nationwide, temporarily no second case." Deng Yong's description was still relatively cautious.

The more successful the eve, the less one should boast of one's merits. Eastern Han is vast and resource-rich; who knows, there might still be other freaks or predecessors' teams who have done similar incredible things.

Leaving oneself a way out in speech is also an art.

Of course, temporarily no second case is already awesome enough.

Once such a case series research project is published, afterward at nationwide Trauma Surgery academic conferences, there will inevitably be a dedicated session on Mangled Extremity.

Being able to open up a dedicated session belonging solely to yourself at a national academic conference to give you a platform to "show off" — what concept is that?

Generally such dedicated sessions are the exclusive hallmark of top-tier big shots.

"Such-and-such Hospital, Such-and-such Center."

"Such-and-such Academician's Such-and-such Technique Innovation and Improvement……"

Liu Huanglong was very tactful, and also very calmly picked up: "Teacher Deng, temporarily no second case but there will be countless cases."

"This is the blessing brought by innovation! ~"

"The blessing brought by innovation will inevitably be a series of patients, all welcoming the blessing. If only our team can do it while other teams find it hard to replicate, then it would only be the luck of a few."

"Ziye is very strong."

"Innovation requires this kind of strong creativity and innovation capability; therefore, under this comprehensive consideration, being a fairly good foil is also not unacceptable." Liu Huanglong finished speaking, then lit the cigarette in his hand.

This was already the third one.

But three roots are three roots; the current Liu Huanglong also needs a certain amount of external things to calm his somewhat scalding mood.

A full ten-plus minutes later, Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong the two of them walked out as if nothing had happened, chatting and laughing as they left the Emergency Operating Room.

……

In front of a "Barbecue Stall" in the Zhongnan Hospital Affiliated Community, Fang Ziye and Wang Yuanqi the four of them sat around a small table.

Wang Yuanqi, as the Senior Brother, held the menu: "Today this meal I'm treating."

"Ziye I know you're a rich dog now, but Senior Brother isn't that poor either, so don't fight me for it."

"Boss, bring a dozen oysters." Wang Yuanqi finished speaking and shouted to the barbecue restaurant's boss.

"Okay boss, coming right up."

Xiong Jinhuan piled on a smiling face, lowered his voice, with a hint of lewdness: "Industry Brother, want some beer to drown your sorrows?"

In Xiong Jinhuan's vision, Fang Ziye might have gotten angry with his girlfriend, then Fang Ziye had no time to coax her due to work, and Luo Tingzhu directly barged into the Emergency Operating Room.

"What sorrow can beer drown?" Fang Ziye held his mobile phone.

Sent a message to Luo Tingzhu asking if she wanted to come eat late-night snacks; Luo Tingzhu's reply was not coming.

Right now Luo Tingzhu, after sending the patient to the ICU, then turned to the next Emergency Operating Room.

"Senior Brother, you today?"

"How did the mangled extremity surgery go so fast the whole way?" Luo Tingzhu, while waiting for the patient to enter the operating room in the operating room, sent a message to ask.

Luo Tingzhu, who had prepared the tray of general anesthesia drugs, had a slightly mixed expression.

On one hand, she could understand Fang Ziye……

On the other hand, Luo Tingzhu felt Fang Ziye might be taking it out on the patient.

Because the patient's arrival disturbed Fang Ziye's good thing, and she was just another venting target……

"Strive to do the best, my every step of operation is quality guaranteed."

"Fast but not solid is irresponsible." Fang Ziye sent two messages then added.

"Tingzhu you mustn't overthink."

Luo Tingzhu had already gone a long time without having a heart-to-heart talk with Fang Ziye; today Fang Ziye suddenly returned to the rental house, and Luo Tingzhu had a kind of strangeness as if the two were in a long-distance relationship meeting.

"No, won't happen Senior Brother." Luo Tingzhu replied very obediently.

The cunning her did not dissect this matter open to chat about.

One is shyness, too embarrassed to bring it up.

Second, some things once spoken lose their meaning; there's no need to forcibly give Fang Ziye a special label.

"Tingzhu, then you get busy first."

"I'm here eating late-night snacks with Wang Shixiong and them."

"Later I'll pack some and bring it over." Fang Ziye felt he had already explained a few sentences, so he didn't continue to entangle.

Actually, Fang Ziye indeed had emotions; otherwise, Fang Ziye couldn't possibly consume knowledge points to that degree all at once.

This point cannot be said, but it's fact.

Fang Ziye also doesn't feel he's cheap; there are plenty of perverts, this world never minds one more Fang Ziye.

Lustful but not lewd is also what a gentleman does.

"Ziye not bad, you've already soothed Junior Sister?" Wang Yuanqi saw Fang Ziye put down his phone and asked.

Fang Ziye said: "Senior Brother, don't listen to Jinhuan spouting nonsense here; we're not angry, didn't quarrel, and there's no misunderstanding."

"Let's chat about something else……"

Fang Ziye immediately followed with a serious face looking at Xiong Jinhuan: "Jinhuan, today I didn't leave you any operation chances; actually there are several reasons."

"First my hand feel is very good, second my state is very good, third, I feel I've touched the boundary line, so I must immerse……"

"Not only did I not leave you many chances, including my teacher Teacher Deng, including Teacher Liu, I also didn't leave any; in that time period, I knew I couldn't stop……"

Hearing this, Xiong Jinhuan nodded repeatedly.

Wang Yuanqi and Gong Ziming, naturally, were also hoodwinked limp by Fang Ziye's serious nonsense.

Wang Yuanqi thoughtfully explained: "That's true; encountering a key moment of breakthrough, everyone only thinks of rushing with brute force, hurrying to charge past; how could they still think of holding back?"

"Did you see Teacher Liu's complexion today?"

"First time I've seen Teacher Liu's expression look this ugly."

"This is Teacher Liu Huanglong!!!"

Wang Yuanqi's words made Fang Ziye's explanation more persuasive.

At the critical period of strength breakthrough, how could one still think of feeding Xiong Jinhuan.

Wang Yuanqi spoke to the key point; this is Liu Huanglong.

A thirty-six-year-old professor, the Outstanding Youth hat worn on his head; even Deng Yong, at hospital meetings on the surface, has to yield the way to Liu Huanglong.

Even the Orthopedics Chief Director, Professor Du Xinzhan, walking to the nationwide Orthopedics Annual Conference, would also be relatively inferior to Liu Huanglong.

In the hospital, your strength determines the contribution to patients coming to your hospital for treatment; the more surgeries you can do, the stronger your ability to serve patients.

But outside the hospital, you purely serve your hospital's patients, have no research output, don't contribute much to the discipline's development; then you just stay in your hospital and treat patients well.

Why come out?

The discipline's development absolutely cannot do without scientific research.

It's not about whether professional technique is good or bad, but purely good professional technique is still not good enough.

Many famous professors in Eastern Han, not a single one is famous purely because of technique.

Just like Eastern Han's aerospace engineering or other engineering development advances, absolutely cannot be achieved by purely high-end cutting-edge technical workers to create milestone leaps.

Yuan Lao plowing fields can't compare to farmers, calculating can't compare to Mathematics Department, doesn't affect his title of Agricultural God.

"Qian Lao"'s contribution certainly isn't piecing together artificial satellites; he might not even know welding, but it doesn't affect his reputation as Father of Chinese Aerospace in the slightest.

Patients personally treated by Ms. Tu Youyou absolutely could not rank among the top in Eastern Han, yet that in no way diminished her influence in the world……

Gong Ziming asked with a cheeky grin, "Senior Brother Wang, do you mean Professor Liu's awesomeness just happens to set off Senior Brother Fang as even more awesome?"

Gong Ziming's words weren't finished when Wang Yuanqi directly patted him on the shoulder.

"You can think that, but you can't say it. Do you want to screw yourself over, or screw over your Senior Brother Fang?"

"Rumors are fearsome; many mouths can melt gold!"

"If Professor Liu Huanglong is a generous person then fine, but what if he's petty? If he hears this later and targets Ziye, what then?"

"Do you understand Professor Liu Huanglong?" Wang Yuanqi's voice was cold.

It wasn't about labeling Liu Huanglong; rather, for someone you don't understand, you must never try to fathom his temper, and even more so never deliberately judge (e) a person's character.

Gong Ziming pursed his lips, lowered his head, then looked at Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye also said, "Gong Ziming, don't even think like that in the future. We'll do things however we should do them."

"Reputation doesn't diminish ability. No matter what, as long as we ourselves are excellent enough, other reputations are mostly external things."

"Having things just right is naturally best; if not, being able to dress and eat is enough."

At this age, saying you're more awesome than Liu Huanglong — does that feel that good?

A little, but also not bad.

Who's awesome and who isn't is actually demonstrated on patients, which is more convincing, not by mouth.

"Okay, Senior Brother, I won't say it again from now on." Gong Ziming said, pursing his lips.

Wang Yuanqi then said, "You can talk about me. Say I'm way weaker than your Senior Brother Fang. Say I…"

Gong Ziming bared his teeth and delivered a killing blow: "Does that need saying?"

Xiong Jinhuan, hearing this, watched Gong Ziming being gestured at by Wang Yuanqi's finger, projecting not a shred of pity, but feeling Gong Ziming purely deserved it.

"Didn't expect Ziming to be so sharp-tongued; really didn't know before." Xiong Jinhuan said, refilling Fang Ziye's cup with Happy Water for Fat Otakus.

"You'll know if you taste it." Wang Yuanqi cracked a dirty joke.

But after cracking it he felt it was boring, and started on serious business: "Ziye, Teacher Xie Jinyuan's meaning is to let me temporarily hold your emergency surgery permission."

"If it's small operations and minor damage, I'll cover for you. If it's handled badly or problems arise, then you come."

"Of course, if a big case comes up, Professor Xie definitely can't leave, so it'll just be you calling people."

Wang Yuanqi spoke here, his voice slightly low: "Ziye, Senior Brother knows this will cost you many chances to operate, but Senior Brother needs operating chances more, so I want to tag along with you early to pad my resume."

"What do you think? Let's lay it out straight between us fellow disciples."

Wang Yuanqi's proposal indeed had the posture of halving Fang Ziye's knowledge point source.

However, Wang Yuanqi's proposal, for Fang Ziye, was also a reduction of burden.

Small emergency surgeries taken by Wang Yuanqi meant Fang Ziye might get to sleep through the night from now on.

Mangled extremities — such big cases — aren't an everyday thing.

Because of Xie Jinyuan, which vascular injury would dare call Fang Ziye from now on?

Just, Wang Yuanqi's move was equivalent to smashing to pieces the "follow emergency" agreement between Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian.

Zhongnan Hospital, many monks, little porridge.

Every chance to operate is precious, so Fang Ziye didn't dare generously say yes, nor dare directly refuse.

After all, Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi had thickened his face to beg.

Fang Ziye currently still couldn't reach knowledge point freedom, didn't dare lightly give up this small head of knowledge point source from emergency disease types.

"Senior Brother Wang, how about this: we two rotate shifts."

"Mainly, I also promised the brothers in the department to bring them along to practice basic skills on emergency patients."

"If you agree to rotate with me, Senior Brother Wang, then you might also have to help me guide the brothers." Fang Ziye said.

This reason, even Xiong Jinhuan agreed with.

Xiong Jinhuan had only gotten her teacher to secure a shadowing opportunity from Fang Ziye with great difficulty; if it was so easily stripped away by Wang Yuanqi, that would truly be miserable.

Even now, Xiong Jinhuan felt Wang Yuanqi was a bit excessive.

You're just Fang Ziye's senior brother, not his teacher. What right do you have to rotate with Fang Ziye? Are you that capable?

If you're that capable, why go to the Trauma Center? Why not stay as Chief Resident in Trauma Surgery?

Naturally, these words could be thought but not said.

Xiong Jinhuan smiled: "Senior Brother Wang, might have to trouble you in the future. Our knowledge reserves are weak, there's quite a bit we need to consult on."

Gong Ziming kept his head down, not speaking.

Gong Ziming knew, if Wang Yuanqi got emergency surgery permission, his own chances to practice in emergency would become relatively free.

Near water tower gets the moon first.

A surgeon not thinking about honing their technique is irresponsible to patients.

What about when practicing independently later?

Later at work, what if there's no teacher and no awesome superior like Professor Deng to back you up?

Going to practice then would be the greatest irresponsibility to patients.

"Fine, let's take turns then."

"Thanks, Ziye!" Wang Yuanqi was overjoyed, his whole face wrinkling into a chrysanthemum, smiling radiantly, toasting Fang Ziye with cola like wine.

The slightly 'obsequious' manner also faintly tugged at Fang Ziye's heartstrings.

At this moment Fang Ziye thought, if not for his own fortuitous encounter, the current him wouldn't even have the qualifications to bow and scrape before others at Zhongnan Hospital like Wang Yuanqi.

This is reality.

In the real world, most people are mortals, ordinary people. In all kinds of corners, in all kinds of not-easy ways, they struggle to live.

"Senior Brother, too polite. I should thank you." Fang Ziye slightly lowered his cup rim.

He then reached out and raised Wang Yuanqi's right hand.

They clinked glasses, and he drank it down in one go.

Although the cola didn't burn the throat, it still stirred Fang Ziye's mood slightly.

At this moment, a belief of "utmost persistence" formed in Fang Ziye's heart.

No matter how high a position he stands at in the future, he absolutely must not forget the path he came from, nor forget his original intention; only by keeping his true heart can he succeed from beginning to end.

And then.

Fang Ziye clinked glasses with everyone one by one!

Everyone chatted about the past, chatted about the future, chatted about their hopes for the future.

Among them, Fang Ziye spoke the least, because if he spoke his future it would be too high, belonging to crushing-style showing off; if he spoke too low, it belonged to another kind of showing off.

Wang Yuanqi said he wanted to return to Trauma Surgery, to be a trauma surgeon, and not roam the edges of the hospital.

Xiong Jinhuan said he wanted to stay at the hospital, and if there was an opportunity, going to the Emergency Trauma Center would be good too.

Gong Ziming said he wanted to graduate, wanted to publish a few papers, and if he could also think about staying at the hospital that would be even better, wanting to be more fulfilling...

Fang Ziye, on the other hand, said he wanted to rest for a while.

This incomplete, broken "closed loop" instantly made Wang Yuanqi and the other three red-eyed!

Because Fang Ziye wanting to rest was truly wanting to rest very much.

While they could rest but dared not rest.

Life is just such a strange closed loop after another...

After chatting, without continuing to be sentimental, Fang Ziye packed up Luo Tingzhu's most loved beef tallow, beef, crispy bone, and beef tendon, went to the Emergency Department's operating room, and went to feed the late-night snack...

(Chapter End)