Chapter 439

June 17th, Sunday afternoon, was also the final day of Hubei Province's mid-year academic conference and the young physicians' skills competition.

"Senior Brother, Wu Xuanqi of Tongji Hospital won the Special Prize. Chen Tailin of Tongji Hospital, Ceng Tai of Provincial People's Hospital, our hospital's Big Brother Zhang Zixi, Xing Fang of Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Zhang Wenshang of Provincial People's Hospital, etc., won First Prize, and three new unfamiliar Big Brothers were promoted……"

Lan Tianluo's arrangement information crawled into Fang Ziye's eyes like ants; after reading it carefully, Fang Ziye asked again: "What about you and Jie Han? How are your rankings?"

"I won a Second Prize, Senior Brother Jie won a Third Prize. Senior Brother Yan Zhiming of our department won a Third Prize. Big Brother Jin Huan also won a Third Prize."

"Senior Brother Lu and Senior Brother Liu Haojiang of Teacher Chen Fang were just a little bit short."

"/Cute." Lan Tianluo finally sent a cute emoji.

Fang Ziye was stunned for a moment, then analyzed it carefully.

Lan Tianluo entered the standardized residency sequence starting from Fang Ziye's third year of master's studies; until now, it was equivalent to Lan Tianluo having only entered the medical field for two years minus two months.

Being able to win an award at this point—

If counting Lan Tianluo's theoretical accumulation time before standardized training as two years, it was equivalent to Lan Tianluo reaching this level after about four years.

These two siblings' talent compared to ordinary people was simply unreasonable.

You know, Luo Tingzhu, in her sixth year of undergraduate studies, had saved over two hundred thousand yuan from competitions and such.

"Tian Luo, do you want to find a sense of existence here with me? Or do you want to strike a blow at your Senior Brother Fang?" Fang Ziye asked very cooperatively.

"No no, Senior Brother, I just purely want to share some happiness with you, Senior Brother."

"Senior Brother, you understand me best; I've never been that kind of person, right?" Lan Tianluo explained three sentences in a row.

"If you have no other arrangements, come back; this time's organizer doesn't include our hospital, so the experts' pickup arrangements shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"When you're back, I'll treat you to barbecue in the Emergency Department." The only thing Fang Ziye could promise Lan Tianluo was eating barbecue in the Emergency Department.

"Okay, Senior Brother! ~ I'll be there right away." Lan Tianluo typed back.

……

When Lan Tianluo exited the venue, Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao were leaning against each other, each bringing a "large group," clearly planning to go out to eat something.

After seeing Jie Han and Lan Tianluo, Deng Yong turned around and didn't see Yuan Weihong, so he asked: "Lan Tianluo, Jie Han, want to go eat together? Where's your teacher Yuan Weihong?"

Jie Han immediately stopped in his tracks.

While putting away his phone, Lan Tianluo turned around with his big ears: "I don't know; today I seem not to have seen my Master."

"Teacher Deng, my Senior Brother and I aren't going to eat. We still have some things to do at the laboratory." Lan Tianluo was not flustered at all, his words were well-founded, his advance and retreat were measured, and he was very polite.

Fang Ziye was indeed Deng Yong's student, but that didn't mean Lan Tianluo and Jie Han were also Deng Yong's students.

Conversely, Fang Ziye had ties to Deng Yong, but the two of them had few ties to Deng Yong.

To put it bluntly, Lan Tianluo didn't need to rely on Deng Yong for food at all; if it weren't for Yuan Weihong bringing him along, Lan Tianluo wouldn't actively squeeze into Deng Yong's team.

"Alright, then you go."

"Also pay attention to balancing work and rest." Deng Yong laughed, forcing his expression not to stiffen.

Lan Tianluo was independent and unconventional in the department, considered a very unique one. He lived more freely than anyone else; now, besides Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye, no one could trap him.

And even Deng Yong knew in his heart, but he couldn't flare up.

In the entire Zhongnan Hospital, even the entire Han City, among those engaged in medical mathematics geniuses, once you passed this village, there was no such shop.

And in medical research, without Deng Yong, there were still Wu Yong, Chen Yong, Zhang Yong, and n number of Yongs……

Han Yuanxiao had actually recruited Lan Tianluo before, but Lan Tianluo's attitude toward Han Yuanxiao was even worse and colder than toward Deng Yong.

Watching the backs of Lan Tianluo and Jie Han leaving, Han Yuanxiao curiously asked: "Teacher Deng, where exactly does this Lan Tianluo come from?"

"I heard from students that he seems not very well-behaved."

Deng Yong tilted his head and subconsciously said: "I just like this kind of not well-behaved."

Han Yuanxiao: "……"

Fine, chatting with you, this protective demon king, is completely asking for boredom.

Han Yuanxiao then continued in a low voice: "Hero Brother, this time, Hero Brother should be able to go up another level, right? At this year's National Orthopedics Annual Conference, a small special session should be allocated."

In private informal occasions, Han Yuanxiao still continued to use the nickname Hero Brother from when he was with Deng Yong.

"The eight characters haven't even had one stroke; we insiders can't spread rumors first. After everything is settled, we can occasionally blow some awesome."

"It's still early before the Orthopedics Annual Conference! ~"

After Deng Yong finished speaking, he turned his head and asked again: "Director Han, do you arrange dinner yourself, or shall we celebrate together?"

"Together, Teacher Deng, more people, more lively." Han Yuanxiao said with a smile.

"Incidentally, I want to talk to you about Ziye's matter; I personally still feel that our level of attention toward Ziye is not enough."

Deng Yong looked at Han Yuanxiao very surprised.

Han Yuanxiao's expression was sincere, his eyes pleading.

"Yan Zhiming, Xiao Lu, you two take people first by taxi to the place to eat; Director Han and I will drive over." After Deng Yong understood, he arranged it this way.

Yan Zhiming was the 'Senior Brother' of Deng Yong's group, and Lu Zhefu was the 'Senior Brother' of Han Yuanxiao's group; letting them lead the team would definitely not lack people.

How could a group of students refute Deng Yong's proposal; after Deng Yong finished speaking, the two nodded and began counting heads, then grouping and refining headcounts, and taking taxis separately……

Deng Yong walked toward the hotel parking lot with Han Yuanxiao while asking: "Director Han, what about Peng Long and Chen Fang of your group?"

"Professor Peng returned after the youth competition ended; I just saw Chen Fang, but he also has some matters."

"Teacher Deng, why don't you call Weihong?" Han Yuanxiao suggested with a smile.

"Call after getting in the car; he's probably tired and went back to rest."

"Running back and forth these past few days." Deng Yong said while opening the car lock, then got into the driver's seat.

Han Yuanxiao gave up driving himself and directly sat in the passenger seat; while fastening his seatbelt, he said: "Teacher Deng, your ride hasn't been changed yet? It's maintained quite well; it's been many years."

"I usually walk to and from work, so I rarely drive the car. So there's no wear." After Deng Yong started the car and waited for it to warm up, he called Yuan Weihong while asking.

"Yuanxiao, you just said you wanted to talk about Ziye's matter; what are your thoughts?"

"You throw Ziye from here to there, then from there back here, this throwing back and forth is a bit unfair, isn't it?"

Deng Yong spoke, then pressed his phone to his ear and said, "Weihong, where did you go? The conference venue is done over here, let's eat together?"

"Not feeling well? Got a fever?"

"Took some medicine?"

"Good, aminophenazone is enough, okay, then you rest first."

"You're the one missing out on the food, can't blame me for not calling you." Deng Yong joked and hung up the phone.

Han Yuanxiao waited for Deng Yong to hang up the phone before saying, "Professor Deng, you're really wronging someone here."

"Professor Deng, Teacher Deng, you tell me, as a Ward Director, to give Ziye some performance points so he feels valued, is that easy?"

"Sitting in my position, the biggest taboo is unequal pay for equal work; there are only so many justifications for raising salary."

"Emergency work, special subsidies."

"Wanting to raise Ziye's treatment to above junior attending but below senior attending, you can't just drop Mount Tai on his head, right?"

"Speaking truthfully, I don't know if Qin Geluo has objections, but if I were Nie Xue Hua, I'd have objections."

"Counting up the treatments, Nie Xue Hua's monthly surgery volume is higher than Ziye's."

Han Yuanxiao began to complain.

After his chest heaved a few times, he continued, "Teacher Deng, don't forget, when Ziye just became Chief Resident, it wasn't even our hospital's graduation season yet."

"Ziye's professional doctorate needs to graduate properly, requires a period of follow-up resident, this is a mandatory requirement for professional doctorate graduation."

"If I don't shift him here, shift him there, I'm saying what if, my student reports Ziye, then Ziye can't graduate, will Teacher Deng come find trouble with me?"

"Yes, one hundred percent yes!"

"But I'm just a teacher, I'm not the students' leader."

"Not fearing scarcity but fearing inequality!"

"Teacher Deng, you're not unable to understand my difficulties!" Han Yuanxiao's eyes seemed to have bile invading them, bitter with misty patches.

Once the academic system is formulated, there are the most basic principled issues.

Professional doctorate, needs follow-up resident experience, this is the inevitable requirement of every university teaching hospital, written in red-header documents, posted on the graduate official website.

No matter how much you make an exception, without this most basic experience, one report and it's a sure thing.

Then it can only be Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao 'fighting' between the two of them, even becoming enemies.

However, must consider Fang Ziye's graduation issue, follow-up resident issue, and also raise the treatment, don't let other staff of our hospital have opinions.

Aiyo, Han Yuanxiao is also a Ward Director, Chief Physician, also a group leader, really spent quite a bit of time.

Deng Yong has been a Ward Director, should understand his difficulties best.

"Thanks, Yuanxiao, actually I can all understand."

"Just, it does look not too good." Deng Yong laughed, turned sideways and patted Han Yuanxiao's left shoulder.

"It is not too good, but to walk fast, either you jump, or you fly."

"Actually, whether flying or jumping posture, where is there the elegance of slow walking? Right, Teacher Deng?" Han Yuanxiao accompanied with a smile.

"Then how do you consider and plan for the future?" Deng Yong asked.

Actually Deng Yong had a route in mind, but now Deng Yong wasn't a Ward Director anymore, he certainly couldn't overstep and make decisions directly for Han Yuanxiao.

"Isn't this just coming to ask Teacher Deng for advice? My idea is, try to raise Ziye's actual appointment title first."

"Research title also raise quickly. This is the easiest to raise, with Ziye's current research accumulation, raising to Associate Researcher no one dares refuse."

"Then starting from September, quickly start raising teaching title, see if can get a specially-appointed Associate Professor first."

Graduates from world-class university construction universities or world-class construction disciplines, as well as doctoral students from specific universities, after employment, may have opportunity to directly participate in Associate Professor evaluation.

Han City University's Clinical Medicine major may not be that good, but Han City University is a university qualified to raise Associate Professor this way.

"More importantly, Ziye first needs to get some research projects, first get the Master's Student Supervisor qualification."

"Teacher Deng, what do you think?" Han Yuanxiao asked carefully.

"Our ideas are pretty much the same!" Deng Yong didn't waste more words.

Teaching Deputy Chief, Research Deputy Chief, Professional Middle Level, this already belongs to medical field's super-rocket speed.

Further exception promotion, very likely to alarm higher levels, truly no such necessity.

For example, Eastern Han's Central South University had a precedent of an undergraduate directly appointed Associate Professor, however, this Associate Professor had no more outstanding performance for many years after, at least netizens started criticizing.

Deng Yong was unwilling to bind Fang Ziye on a fire rack and roast him.

That night, Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao and others raised cups to their heart's content, it could be said they reached life's peak, reached a new height.

Nothing else, Deng Yong to give Han Yuanxiao face, also gave Han Yuanxiao a certain number of 'advanced study' recommendation slots, 'special training class' recommendation slots...

Plus, Deng Yong worked hard for many years, finally barely squeezed into the circle that provincial discipline leaders like Duan Hong could squeeze into, had to drink a few more cups.

Fang Ziye, Nie Mingxian, Jie Han, Lan Tianluo four people, sneakily in the Emergency Department's rest room, specially set up a 'celebration' banquet.

Before Fang Ziye entered the rest room, specially greeted Liu Guo "Sister" on duty at the Emergency Surgery Clinic, if there's a Trauma Center emergency, remember to call.

Liu Guo naturally agreed readily, just a convenient help.

When Fang Ziye was at the Trauma Center Clinic, the number of times he helped next door at the Surgical Clinic was much more.

After Fang Ziye entered, he said, "No drinking today, using drinks instead of alcohol, also a meaning."

"The important thing isn't drinking."

"Xian Ge, these two junior brothers of mine, though not as excellent as you, still commendable, whether Jie Han or Lan Tianluo, actually their aptitude is better than mine."

"You can look at my research grades, most are relying on them to bring up, if not for these two junior brothers helping, I might still be garbage now."

Jie Han heard this, coughed once, the mole at his eye corner still flashing, both hands waving: "Senior Brother, these words are too heavy."

"You taught us more things." Jie Han smiled like a flower.

Fang Ziye said, "Jie Han, others might not know, but how could you not know? Three years ago, I was still a total disaster."

"Whether those are SCI papers or English compositions, you're not clear on that?"

"Brother Xian, actually speaking, both of my junior fellows are my benefactors. So, I've always remembered their kindness here."

"Although usually a bit strict, it's also hoping our relationship can get along better."

Jie Han's face was a bit thinner than before, his skin not so pale either, only the childishness gradually fading away, he said, "Senior Brother, don't say so much of this emotional stuff."

"If Brother Xian misunderstands, even jumping into the Yellow River won't wash it clean."

"Senior Brother, I'll toast you. After crossing this semester, I'll be entering my Master's graduation year too."

"Counting it up, time really flies..."

Lan Tianluo also nodded and interjected, and then the atmosphere seemed to enter the home turf of the three of them.

Nie Mingxian, who was an outsider to begin with, looked enviously at the three before him, perhaps recalling something, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile as he started shoveling rice.

Everyone has their own past, their own memories, and their own unique happiness.

When the meal was about to end, Lan Tianluo brought Fang Ziye a piece of quite good news: the two of them used the group's funds to additionally open a new pathway for osteosarcoma.

Fang Ziye returned from the Trauma Center Clinic, and then Nie Mingxian went out to perform closed reduction on a patient's joint dislocation.

"Senior Brother, mine and Tianluo's meaning is, when you apply for follow-up projects, you can use this as preliminary research preparation."

"Then during our PhD period we can use this funding." Jie Han began walking Fang Ziye's old path, using the names of people who could apply for grants to apply for more research funds, and then starting the road to 'funding' freedom.

Before Master Yuan Weihong's project completes, he temporarily cannot apply for new projects; wanting more funds, he can only take Fang Ziye's route.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye said, "The hospital gave me some research startup funds, you guys can use them too. Before I take on graduate students, you can spend this money however you want."

"But if I have students, I'll definitely have to leave some for them. You're all Teachers now, you wouldn't be jealous of the younger generation, right?"

Fang Ziye also had certain plans for the future.

"Definitely not." Jie Han shook his head.

"Just a pity we don't have our own Teachers or Uncle-Teachers..."

After Jie Han sighed, the three of them very tacitly didn't chat about this topic anymore.

No Uncle-Teachers, but actually there are Teachers, it's just that those Teachers, the harm they brought to the teacher is also quite large.

Having such Teachers is worse than not having them.

Time flows like water, in a blink another two days passed.

Wednesday, is Master Yuan Weihong's outpatient day.

Afternoon, 17:42.

Zhongnan Hospital's outpatient clinic is right above the emergency department. While Fang Ziye was dozing in the Trauma Center Clinic, unexpectedly Master Yuan Weihong wearing a white coat slipped in at some point.

After Fang Ziye noticed Yuan Weihong, his whole body straightened. The scene of Yuan Weihong gently pushing the door shut and sticking his head out to sway left and right pierced into Fang Ziye's eyes, and his whole person shuddered.

"Master!" Fang Ziye stood up preparing to pour water.

Yuan Weihong said, "Ziye, don't go pour water first. Master wants to ask you something."

"Do you still remember, last year at this time, when you met your Teacher Martin Yong in Enshi, the words he said to you?"

"Or the general meaning?" Yuan Weihong's voice was like a fine mosquito.

This trickling-stream-like voice had a unique charm, assaulting Fang Ziye's ears, making the standing Fang Ziye scratch his scalp.

Fang Ziye explained, "Master, it's been this long since the matter passed?"

"You still feel uncomfortable in your heart?"

Has Yuan Weihong still not walked out of that matter?

Teacher Martin Yong indeed caused Yuan Weihong much harm, but Yuan Weihong has more or less returned some too, right?

Time is irreversible. Past matters, could Yuan Weihong still want to directly finish off Teacher Martin Yong?

Venting anger is venting anger, ah?

"Not uncomfortable, not unable to get over it. I suddenly really want to know what exactly he said that time. You should know, I have two Senior Brothers with pretty good relations, one called Martin Yong, one called Liu Qiao."

"Teacher Ma and Teacher Liu's accounts seem a bit too different." Yuan Weihong said.

Fang Ziye closed his eyes, furrowing his brows in deep thought.

Then said, "Master, I only remember some words and phrases, not the full content."

Yuan Weihong waved his hand: "Then just say the words and phrases you remember! Doesn't matter if you don't remember the rest."

Fang Ziye imitated Martin Yong's tone, once again repeating the relevant topic he still had memory of: "Doctor Fang, do you have a deep misunderstanding of me? Do you feel that I previously seized something from your teacher?"

"Actually, this matter, the benevolent see benevolence, the wise see wisdom."

"The things belong to the teacher, not your teacher's. You just said it yourself, the intellectual property ownership of output during the graduate stage belongs to the supervisor. And I merely took the teacher's things, and used them to continue the teacher's academic legacy, inherit Professor Chu Lao's concepts..."

Hearing this, Yuan Weihong's complexion suddenly changed, turning a few shades paler, he retreated a step, his eyes starting to redden a bit.

Yuan Weihong's inexplicable red eyes made Fang Ziye's heart tighten, he reached out: "Master, are you alright?"

"What's this?"

Yuan Weihong leaned to the side and sat down, took several deep breaths, then shook his head: "Nothing, Ziye, you continue."

"How did you reply?"

Fang Ziye said, "Of course I didn't listen to Teacher's defense! Master, think how hard it was for you back then."

"I just directly cut to the chase—"

"Was the experiment done by you, Teacher Ma?"

Speaking here, Fang Ziye paused again, the address still fairly polite: "Teacher Ma's answer was still quite calm—"

"The experiment is the teacher's. The experimental results are also the teacher's, only the teacher didn't have time to allocate the results output."

"Master, I was completely straightforward with him at the time. Master surely has other research directions — some assigned to Teacher Ma, possibly some to Senior Uncle Liu — each uses their own money, does their own direction, occasionally cooperating."

Speaking to this point, Fang Ziye repeated his "heart-piercing words" from back then.

"I said to Senior Uncle:"

"I don't like showing off my own nobility, so I also don't like others acting the whore in front of me, because when I don't accommodate people, I won't play along."

Yuan Weihong listened, leaned back, and rubbed his Mediterranean with both hands.

His expression revealed no joy or anger whatsoever, merely blinking, signaling Fang Ziye to continue —

Fang Ziye said: "Senior Uncle then said further."

"Doctor Fang, you're still young now, you fundamentally don't understand. Under those circumstances back then, if the things were left to Yuan Weihong, he would ultimately be gnawed until not even dregs remained."

"He wouldn't get that many things."

"But these achievements are enough for me, and for another senior brother of your teacher!"

Fang Ziye's words took a turn: "Teacher Ma hadn't finished speaking when he was interrupted."

"My reply at the time was: Heaven rewards diligence; what you produce yourself, you can take with you."

"Taking others' things — taking without telling is stealing, telling and still taking is snatching!"

Fang Ziye spoke to here, then calmly added a line.

"After I said this, Teacher Ma got a bit agitated; he pounded the table and shouted loudly —"

【"Do you know anything?!"

"Do you know what kind of experience it was that time, when Teacher had just passed away not long before, and your other Senior Uncle, Liu Senior Uncle, whose promotion to Deputy Chief Physician was already a done deal, yet in the end had to yield the opportunity to Peng Long?!"

"Does he Yuan Weihong know what the two of us, me and Senior Brother Liu Qiao, went through at that time?!"

"Do you know what 'eating the sole heir' means?!"

"Hmm, the 'sole heir' in the research field means the family cannot inherit the legacy."

"Ziye, you can hate me, it's fine, but you only need to know that I and your other Senior Uncle never actively framed your teacher."

"Just took his things, but?"

"Those people around you now who look extremely kind to you, extremely friendly to you — they may not be as beautiful as you imagine!"

"Those they targeted before, the direct objects of their tactics, were us when we were still in Zhongnan Hospital; at that time, our relationship with your teacher Yuan Weihong was extremely close."

"Today I won't talk to you about cooperation matters for the time being."

"Go ask Yuan Weihong yourself; the two of you think it over properly, and you might be able to walk out of your heart-knot."

"But as someone who's been through it, I must tell you one thing: if you have an External Hospital Support Team for cooperation, it will be more advantageous for your development within this hospital!"

"Because only then will others feel you're not so easy to bully, and won't eat the sole heir!"

"When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter; when the person falls, the blood dries up."

"Yuan Weihong was still young at that time; he was just a student — what did he know?"】"

After Fang Ziye finished recounting Martin Yong's string of words roughly verbatim, he then calmly caught his breath a few times.

Looking at Yuan Weihong again, Yuan Weihong slumped in the chair like a corpse, the whole person looking as if he had aged many, many years in an instant, listless, neck limp, head tilted, mouth corners twitching faintly.

This entire combined sight stimulated Fang Ziye's eyes to tighten slightly.

"Master, this is all of it; these are all Teacher Ma's smooth talk, but they're all his one-sided account — I definitely don't believe them."

"Later I told you, Master, everything!"

"Master, we also through our own efforts made them receive corresponding punishment." Fang Ziye comforted.

But when Fang Ziye finished speaking, he discovered Yuan Weihong suddenly snapped his eyes open, the blood vessels in his eyes red like a rabbit's; this redness entering Fang Ziye's vision even made Fang Ziye a bit panicked.

Fang Ziye feared that at this moment Yuan Weihong would go mad, then slap him across the face indiscriminately.

But in the end, Yuan Weihong still did nothing; after standing up, he just silently turned and left.

His two legs gradually went from drooping to gradually steady; after pulling open the door, his pace returned to normal, and he even straightened the sleeves of his white coat, walking out of the Emergency Department very calmly.

Fang Ziye at the Trauma Center Clinic doorway looked out, the corners of his eyes showing bewilderment.

Truly unable to figure out why, Fang Ziye sent a message to ask Jie Han and Lan Tianluo.

In the small group, Fang Ziye asked: "Has Master's 'auntie' come these past few days? Have you noticed Master acting a bit abnormal?"

Lan Tianluo: "???"

"This afternoon Master and I came out of the Outpatient Clinic consultation room, still chatting and laughing?"

"Shouldn't have 'auntie' right? Master's performance in the department also nothing off?"

"Senior Brother, did Master come down to find you?"

Jie Han: "Senior Brother, did Master scold you?"

Fang Ziye: "Not scolded exactly, just found Master a bit strange, but then again not very strange, can't explain clearly, maybe I'm feeling wrong."

Jie Han: "Senior Brother, Master came to find you to explain things, right? He also has to go on rural rotation to prepare for promotion to Deputy Chief Physician; originally arranged for September departure, but advanced to July."

"That is early next month; Master will go to Enshi Central Hospital for Pairing Assistance. It's also the unit Senior Brother you originally stayed at; after returning you can be appointed Associate Professor, Deputy Director Physician."

"This is a double jump."

Fang Ziye one look at Jie Han's sent words, immediately realized something was wrong. Directly rushed into the Emergency Department rest room: "Teacher Xie, I have something to go out for now, can you cover for me a bit?"

"I'll come take your shift in the evening!"

The Trauma Center's three-shift rotation is very clear: Fang Ziye's first-line shift, Xie Jinyuan's second-line shift, Liu Huanglong's third-line shift.

Second-line shift cannot leave the consultation room for too long or too far, so Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan occasionally stays overnight in the Emergency Department, just in case.

"Oh, okay, you go, I'll head to the consultation room right away." Xie Jinyuan was reading a novel.

Finished speaking, stood up, swiping his phone while walking toward the consultation room, didn't even ask Fang Ziye what he was going to do.

Fang Ziye got the leave, took off his white coat, and first thing dialed Yuan Weihong's number.

Then went out the door, discovered Yuan Weihong had walked a circle from the department, put down his white coat, then tiptoeing, balancing his electric scooter, shifting back and forth chatting with another young man.

Chatting away, the young man next door even hit him once.

Yuan Weihong's hearty voice carried fifty meters easily into Fang Ziye's ears: "Hitting me is useless, Ziye is my family's, not our family's okay."

"Your Joint Surgery Department is Orthopedics Aristocrats, our Trauma Surgery Department is Orthopedics Ant Tribe, we're not on the same plane."

"Aristocrats produce fine children, your department should have many Fang Ziyes, right?"

Fang Ziye: "……"

Holy crap, I worried for nothing.

I'm the same, why bother meddling?

Who is Master?

Yuan Weihong, nickname Wei Ge, again nicknamed North Sea One Leaf, again nicknamed Wandering Jianghu, how could his heart possibly break defense?

Fang Ziye forgot to hang up the phone, and after Yuan Weihong felt the phone ring, he answered.

The hearty voice fed him from both the phone and reality: "Hello, Ziye, what's the matter?"

"Master, I want to go eat with you. I have no money for food." Fang Ziye casually found a shitty excuse.

"Then come to the Car Shed, I'll take you to eat on my Electric Scooter."

"Ziye is looking for me." Yuan Weihong said playfully, which inevitably let Fang Ziye see the scene of Joint Surgery's 'Teacher' beating the 'Scoundrel' again.

After beating him, he left, giving Yuan Weihong no chance to retort at all.

After Fang Ziye arrived at Yuan Weihong's side, Yuan Weihong calmly smiled and said: "Go... Master will take you home."

(Chapter End)