Chapter 442: Is This Still Fang Ziye the Little Milk Dog?

"May I ask who you are?" Duan Hong walked out of the bedroom, arrived at the living room's floor-to-ceiling window, and while gazing at the endless stream of traffic outside, asked cautiously.

Clinical trial drugs must not be distributed on the market!

But the inventory of clinical trial drugs is not supervised by Duan Hong.

Clinical trial drugs are prepared and provided by the sponsor. Before conducting a clinical trial, the sponsor must provide the preclinical research data of that trial drug...

Duan Hong is merely the investigator; the supply, storage, distribution, and recovery of trial drugs, and making corresponding records, are the monitor's responsibility.

Duan Hong can only be responsible for the clinical use "medical order" issue of the trial drugs issued into his hands.

"Professor Duan, I am the person in charge of our company's clinical project design, and I also just received notice saying our company's trial drugs have the problem of commercial use at non-trial center sites."

"Professor Duan, you also know that it was extremely difficult for our company to develop this drug."

"If such a problem arises once, our clinical trial will be halted, and even the early investment in this research direction will go down the drain." The voice on the other end of the phone spoke very tactfully.

Duan Hong calmly watched the streetlights outside the window, the intermittent sound of tires pressing on the ground penetrating the glass and rushing in: "This isn't a problem I should consider; I'm only responsible for liaising between your company and the monitor commissioned at our hospital."

"Drug storage, transfer, and other issues are not our Tongji Hospital's responsibility; if you have any doubts, you can directly contact our hospital's Medical Affairs Office or Research Department."

After Duan Hong calmed down, he carefully analyzed the current situation and roughly guessed what was going on.

The matter of the company's trial drugs being commercially used out of town has already been discovered; now the company is internally backtracking to investigate the cause.

Acting on the principle of "whether there are dates or not, hit two poles," they called to ask.

"Professor Duan, you are completely unaware of this situation?" The other end of the phone remained very polite.

"If I knew anything, the one talking to me now shouldn't be you."

"Since this matter is so important to your company, do you still want to waste time on me?" After Duan Hong finished speaking, he actively hung up the phone.

However, Duan Hong still wasn't at ease; after hanging up, he dialed Long Yuan and others in the group again, and after confirming it wasn't their instruction either, Duan Hong then returned to the room.

Hang the pot high when it's not your business; although this would make the department lose a clinical project, they violated principles — isn't that them seeking death themselves?

Commercially using drugs without passing clinical trials — if this isn't regulated, what will become of it?

Perhaps outsiders would think the behavior in the movie "I Am Not the Medicine God" is noble.

But if similar matters aren't regulated, then most drugs flowing into our country won't necessarily have therapeutic effects.

Even if one percent of drugs have therapeutic effects, that would be remarkable.

99:1!

Patients can gamble, but does the country dare to gamble?

Meanwhile, when Han Yuanxiao at Zhongnan Hospital received the call from the General Duty Office, he was still quite impatient: "What matter can't wait until tomorrow morning? Why must you rush to the hospital at this hour?"

"Director Han, this matter is extremely important; not only do you have to come to the hospital, Professor Deng Yong, the already retired Professor Dong Yaohui, Orthopedics Professor Du Xinzhan, Hand Surgery's..."

"Pharmacy Department Director Qi Yuandong, Procurement Department Director Zhang Meng, and Vice President Tong Jinwu who currently oversees pharmacy safety — all must rush to the Hospital Director's Office!"

"If Director Han doesn't want to come, then don't come tomorrow either." A very young youth's voice came from the other end of the phone, polite in tone, but the content was nothing but killing moves.

Han Yuanxiao gave a violent start, immediately asking in a low voice: "I'll rush over right away."

"Brother, what major thing happened this time? Can you reveal it in advance?" Han Yuanxiao hurriedly pressed.

"Director Han will know when you come. I still have to continue notifying others." The youth hung up actively after replying.

After Han Yuanxiao stood up, he immediately put on pants and fastened his belt; his wife, squinting eyes muddled, asked: "What surgery requires you to go personally?"

"It's not surgery; something happened at the hospital, and the impact isn't small; most of our Orthopedics people have been called to the Hospital Director's Office."

"If I don't go now and get a shit pot buckled on my head, it's over." Han Yuanxiao fiercely yanked his belt, his belly bulge breaking through the defense first.

After the corners of his mouth twitched twice, Han Yuanxiao began to loosen his tightly bound belly.

When Han Yuanxiao arrived at the Hospital Director's Office on the 12th floor of Zhongnan Hospital's Administrative Building, the 12th floor was brightly lit.

The Administrative Building not needing overtime is the norm at all ordinary times; punctual clock-in and clock-out, not a minute of overtime needed.

But when the Administrative Building lights up for overtime, it's generally never a small matter.

As Han Yuanxiao approached, he discovered the people inside had already started the meeting.

Dean Wang and two Vice Deans, plus Medical Affairs Office Director Xiong Hanzhong, Orthopedics Professor Du Xinzhan, General Surgery Teaching and Research Director Professor Deng Yong, General Surgery Director Dou Qianmiao...

After Han Yuanxiao entered, he bowed slightly, then sat in the seat near the end.

Dean Wang's long brows curled and hooked, brows spreading outward, corners of eyes lined as he looked at Professor Du Xinzhan: "Professor Du, ultimately this matter is your General Orthopedics internal problem; now you give a general explanation of the situation."

Du Xinzhan subconsciously used the small mole at his mouth corner to face the large flesh mole on Deng Yong's chin: "Professor Deng, your group also has trial drug usage records, so let's start with you. This medicine, how exactly was it used, who proposed it, who wrote the medical order?"

Deng Yong directly shook his head: "Director Du, Dean Wang, I don't know how this kind of non-clinical drug entered the hospital, don't know when it was allowed into the department, and even less know when it was applied to our group."

"Our group's drug use was only sporadic; the time for writing and executing medical orders was also in the afternoon."

"According to our hospital's surgery work schedule, the afternoon is the peak time for surgeries; at this time point, our senior physicians don't have much time to monitor junior doctors."

Dean Wang interrupted: "Deng Yong, don't defend yourself so much; no time and not monitoring have no direct connection."

Dean Wang knocked on the table, emphasizing heavily.

Deng Yong then said: "Okay Dean Wang, our group did indeed have clinical application of trial supplies, but I don't know how it happened! ~"

"Its source, its destination, its transfer, the signatures for it entering the department — if there's my Deng Yong's name, I'll admit it; if there's no my Deng Yong's name."

"Who signed, who's responsible!"

"Who advocated large-scale use, they take responsibility." After Deng Yong finished speaking, he looked at Professor Du Xinzhan.

Don't drag me into this; it has nothing to do with me, not a penny's worth.

As everyone knows, for a drug to go from the Pharmacy Department to routine use inside a department, it generally requires the Director's signature of agreement.

Without the Director's signature of agreement, if a clinical patient's condition truly requires it, a temporary application can go through the consultation route; the consulting physician's opinion can serve as the application indication for non-routine departmental drug use.

Hearing this, Du Xinzhan then looked at Han Yuanxiao, raised an eyebrow, flipped through the materials in his hand: "Director Han, you speak; you are now the Trauma Surgery Administrative Director."

"This thing, how did you sign for it, how was it introduced into the department?"

"Deng Yong stepped down from the Administrative Director position last year; the filing date on this Drug Access Application Form is December 3rd, so this point indeed no longer falls to Deng Yong to sign."

Han Yuanxiao's back broke out in cold sweat: "Director Du, Dean Wang, I truly didn't know this drug was an experimental medication; I thought it had already been marketed."

"Director Du, whether a drug is marketed, whether it meets clinical application standards — that's the responsibility of our Pharmacy Department and Procurement Department, it has nothing to do with me? I only read the drug instructions."

Du Xinzhan then raised his voice and countered: "You still have the drug instructions, Han Yuanxiao?"

Han Yuanxiao lowered his head: "Looking at it now, it should be fake as well."

"But Professor Du, Dean Wang, when you usually review whether drugs enter the department, do you pay attention to whether they are experimental products?"

Zhang Meng, hearing this, his slightly dark skin leaning back against the chair: "Director Han, you can't put it that way either."

"Clinical medication threshold access — every clinical department director has secondary supervisory authority; our Procurement Department and Pharmacy Department also make mistakes in the rush."

"Moreover, now is not the time to discuss whose responsibility it is; the focus of our discussion now should not be how to resolve this matter?"

"Just who do we need to find to settle this matter."

"It's ultimately not a fake drug, it does have effect!"

The hospital Procurement Department and Pharmacy Department's furtive whispering — one can understand it just by thinking with one's buttocks.

Dean Wang, hearing this, said: "Director Zhang, right now is precisely the time to pursue accountability, not to discuss how to resolve this matter."

"I can tell you clearly: this matter temporarily has no way to be resolved. If I haven't received a very clear notification, I would not have called you all here for this meeting at this time point."

Zhang Meng's Adam's apple bobbed up and down twice: "Dean Wang, just who is investigating this matter?"

"The medicine isn't fake, the effect is real, clinical patients aren't pursuing it, procedures haven't gone wrong either — why make it so sword-drawn bow-bent?"

"Is it that a patient reported it?"

"The last reporting incident — wasn't it all resolved?"

Dean Wang's brow hooked once, moving closer to each other: "Zhang Meng, do you not understand words?"

"I said, this matter isn't a question of who is investigating; it's a question of just how this thing got in here."

Director Zhang Meng still unwillingly looked at Dean Wang: "Dean Wang, things must have a pretext after all; there's no causeless cause in this world."

"As long as there's a lead, there'll be a way!"

"Then you go. Who else can step over the provincial Health Commission?" Dean Wang waved his hand.

Zhang Meng's complexion changed instantly upon hearing this.

Zhongnan Hospital is not even a National Health Commission directly affiliated hospital — it's merely a provincial hospital; what does that count for?

If targeted by that kind of thing, it might make Dean Wang hesitate slightly, but to destroy a few Procurement Department directors and Pharmacy Department directors or specialty directors — that's just a matter of who gets unlucky.

"He's just gripping this one matter and won't let go? Or is there something else?" Zhang Meng asked nervously.

"Is this matter not enough?"

"Must there be another Sanlu incident to qualify?" Dean Wang sharply countered.

……

"Ziye, then I'll go rest a bit first; you two chat." Emergency Department, Trauma Center Clinic.

Upon seeing Luo Tingzhu push the door in carrying a snack pack, Nie Mingxian very proactively stood up, pulled his legs and walked out the door, a fawning auntie smile squeezed across his face, the corners of his mouth curving up and then unable to be suppressed.

In Nie Mingxian's perspective, Fang Ziye is far more reliable than that dog-thing Wu Xuanqi.

After the two moved in together, Fang Ziye almost never returned to the rental; most of the time it was Nie Mingxian living alone.

Moreover, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu's romance isn't cloying either — basically just once or twice a week brief meetups.

Mostly Luo Tingzhu comes over after work bringing Fang Ziye some snacks, then the young couple chat for a while during the gap.

The time isn't long — just ten to twenty minutes.

Nie Mingxian every time proactively avoids suspicion; given the infrequency, Nie Mingxian is still very understanding.

Nie Mingxian said he was going to rest, but in reality, after coming out of the Trauma Center Clinic, he just checked the takeout order on his phone.

Picking up several cups of coffee, then taking out a bottle, then walking toward the Surgical Clinic office, right hand casually taking a cup from the bag before saying: "Xiao Liu, come, drink a coffee!"

"Four cups again?" Emergency Surgery Clinic duty doctor Liu Guo blinked at Nie Mingxian.

"Got chased out." Nie Mingxian heaving his chest, himself also taking out a coffee and bringing it to his mouth.

Liu Guo laughed lightly upon hearing this, sat up straight, inserted a straw, and said: "Actually Xiao Fang and Xiao Luo are quite pitiable too. Right now is exactly the age for romance, yet both are delayed by work."

"Think about it — if Xiao Fang and Xiao Luo were both still doing PhDs, without early graduation."

"I—" Liu Guo held back the domestic 'holy crap' exclamation, changed wording:

"oh, mygod!"

"With their two's research accumulation and obtained research rewards, how lavish a travel fund would that be? They'd have enough to go overseas traveling every holiday for a year."

After exclaiming, Liu Guo was left with only envy, then pursed her mouth and took a small sip.

Melon-seed face, ponytail Liu Guo has a heroic air; her speech is also comparatively open 'bold' style.

Nie Mingxian watching blanked for a moment, another shadow in his heart hooking up a sentence.

She's already showing pregnancy and you still haven't let go?

"Thinking like this, the two of them really could be immortal companions for a while, but worldly affairs are impermanent."

"Right now one is in the Chief Resident stage, the other is about to enter the Chief Resident stage." Nie Mingxian smiled lightly, his facial expression indescribable as envy or regret.

"Doctor Nie, do you plan to follow Doctor Fang from now on? Or have other plans?" Liu Guo put down the coffee in her hand, casually asking.

Speaking deeply on shallow acquaintance is a major scheme; Nie Mingxian previously never discussed his own planning with Liu Guo.

Chance meeting, spewing bitter water through and through — that's someone with a problem.

"Temporarily observing; mainly Doctor Fang is excellent enough, I feel following him, the future is very promising..." Nie Mingxian nodded, temporarily not mentioning his matter of returning to Jingdu.

Nie Mingxian's scattered gaze reflected his inner unrest.

If Nie Mingxian wasn't mistaken in his feeling, he didn't have the thought of staying because of Fang Ziye's excellence; on the contrary, because of Liu Guo, he had a hesitation about settling in Han City.

Not saying Peking Union doesn't have girls as excellent as Liu Guo, but at least in the half year plus Nie Mingxian was at Peking Union, he hadn't met a girl as 'bold' and magnanimous as Liu Guo.

"Doctor Fang is indeed excellent, whether it's the senior colleagues from his previous rotations or many of the teachers in the Emergency Department, they all speak highly of him."

"But Doctor Nie, you are also considered very excellent in many people's hearts."

"I heard from Director Liu of Vascular Surgery that if you're willing to go to Vascular Surgery, Director Wu is willing to specially appoint you as an Associate Professor." Liu Guo had an outgoing personality and casually brought up the topic.

……

At ten fifty-three, a girl carrying a pink snack pack appeared at the doorway; after lightly knocking, she smiled inside and said, "Doctor Nie, I'm leaving. I brought some late-night snacks for you."

Nie Mingxian heard this and pointed toward the doorway: "Xiao Luo, take a cup."

Luo Tingzhu thought about it after hearing this, thanked her, and casually took a cup.

After Luo Tingzhu left, Liu Guo raised his wrist to check the time, pursing his lips and saying: "Want to say there's nothing to do, but dare not say it's leisurely and boring! ~"

"Metaphysics—don't blindly believe it, but don't disbelieve it either."

"Once they finish chatting over there, I'll head over first, so as not to miss a good learning opportunity." Nie Mingxian actively ended the topic.

For now, Nie Mingxian hadn't decided yet, so he could only maintain a certain distance through such 'push and pull,' not getting too close, to avoid putting both of them in an awkward position later.

But he couldn't be too distant either.

A graceful and virtuous lady is a gentleman's pursuit.

Nie Mingxian couldn't possibly remain single for a lifetime just because of 'sorry' to his ex-girlfriend.

……

However, after Nie Mingxian pushed the door and entered the Trauma Center Clinic again, Nie Mingxian discovered that he had instead become an unwelcome guest.

At this moment, three people appeared in the Trauma Center Emergency Clinic.

One was Deng Yong, one was Du Xinzhan, and the other was someone Nie Mingxian did not recognize.

The three seemed to have just gradually entered the topic; after Nie Mingxian pushed the door in, Deng Yong and Professor Du Xinzhan each tidied their collars.

The other, a portly middle-aged man standing there, turned his head to look at Nie Mingxian, his gaze slightly locked, his wandering eyes sweeping across Nie Mingxian's whole body, his face scrunched into a look of confusion.

A 'hospital staff member' he didn't recognize actually appeared within the hospital?

"Ziye, I brought you coffee, then I'm going to lie down; call me if there's anything." Nie Mingxian wasn't intimidated.

Although Deng Yong was a professor, there was another great professor in Orthopedics next door, and the other one probably held a not-low position either.

But the so-called not asking for help means not asking anything from you; you do your thing, and I just won't pay attention to you.

Nie Mingxian, like a social bandit, carried the coffee bag into the clinic's desk, turned around and left, and pulled the door shut.

Four people, but only one cup of coffee.

Fang Ziye looked at it and felt awkward, so he simply tossed it to his left side, not drinking it for now.

Immediately after, Fang Ziye sized up Professor Du Xinzhan's stern face again and replied: "Director Du, whistleblowing requires evidence and procedures."

"Where is the whistleblowing letter? Even anonymous whistleblowing needs a whistleblowing letter, right?"

"Why would they say it was me who reported it?" Fang Ziye spread his hands.

"Just because I came to see you this afternoon, so it's a groundless accusation?"

If anyone said their griping with Huang Kai was whistleblowing, Fang Ziye could say the other party was purely spreading rumors.

I can't even chat with my former colleagues, former senior colleagues, and the current retired senior brother who left clinical practice?

Is the Qing Dynasty still continuing? Are literary inquisitions still prevalent?

Du Xinzhan then looked at Deng Yong again; Deng Yong said very firmly: "I asked my student, Zhu Yunwen said he didn't report it; he's now honestly doing experiments in the laboratory, and he has no idea about any of this."

"Director Du, a student going through whistleblowing channels can't reach that level; please don't guess randomly anymore."

"Yun Wen is my student, and Ziye is also my student."

"He is now on duty, on duty for our hospital and for our Trauma Surgery, diligent and hardworking; you actually think he's causing trouble?" Deng Yong continued explaining and even slapped a big hat back on them.

Du Xinzhan narrowed his eyes upon hearing this, then turned his head to look at Fang Ziye and asked: "Ziye, we came over just to ask casually. Actually, there's a more important matter today: a very important special major project coordinated by our hospital."

"The project team currently requires our hospital to send another batch of talents over to assist the project team's advancement work, and some leaders of the project team specifically named you."

"So, we came to notify you: during your time in the project team, you will be treated and your resume calculated according to the treatment of advanced study at a famous hospital."

"There's also a greater chance to significantly shorten your total Chief Resident experience time."

"I'm not going!" Fang Ziye looked into Du Xinzhan's eyes and said very calmly.

"Others specifically request to transfer you, and you won't go?" Director Xu Yuandong of the Personnel Department had a slightly sharp voice; his thin, round-faced self was full of incredulity.

It was hard to understand where Fang Ziye got such great confidence.

Such a heaven-sent opportunity was placed before a Chief Resident like him, but Fang Ziye was not as grateful as expected, thanking the hospital and leaders for their cultivation; instead, he said he wouldn't go.

"This teacher? Transferring also requires mutual willingness, right?"

"I don't want to go; our hospital is full of talents. In our department, there are teachers older than me in seniority and better than me everywhere; how could it be my turn to go?" Fang Ziye replied very calmly.

"If you don't go, there are plenty of people who will; let's not discuss this topic anymore." Xu Yuandong sneered, his round face splitting into a grin, making his face look even bigger, like a large round sesame cake.

"Mm, okay, can do! ~"

"Master, Director Du, is there anything else you need me to cooperate with?" Fang Ziye stood calmly, his tone continuing to be respectful.

"Director Du, let's go; the rest are internal matters of your Orthopedics Department; leave it to Professor Deng to communicate with the student."

"It's not early anymore; I still need to go back and reply to Dean Wang."

"Your department's Fang Ziye refused the recommendation and transfer; our hospital still needs to formally reply." Xu Yuandong was quite cold, not even bothering to look at Fang Ziye's 'pretty boy face.'

An embroidered pillow—doesn't know what's good or bad, and has a temper that's outrageously huge; do you know what a huge opportunity you've lost?

After Du Xinzhan's mouth corner twitched for a while, he looked at Fang Ziye again, but still hesitated to speak.

To be honest, the current Du Xinzhan really didn't dare to provoke Fang Ziye anymore, not even daring to say an extra word of nonsense.

Du Xinzhan even suspected that if he had talked more with Fang Ziye this afternoon, more thoroughly, maybe there wouldn't be so many troublesome things tonight.

……

After Fang Ziye and Deng Yong saw Director Xu and Director Du off, Deng Yong then actively went over to lock the door and bolt it, leaning his back against the door.

He looked at Fang Ziye: "Ziye, have you really thought it through? You want to stand tightly in the same position as your Master?"

Deng Yong's bewildered, complex, reluctant, and sorrowful complex tone pierced Fang Ziye's eardrums, causing Fang Ziye's eyes and nose to sour involuntarily.

Fang Ziye had originally thought he could face Deng Yong calmly, but when it came down to this step, he still felt his heart tangled and mixed: "Master, even before my Person of Gratitude, there must be a sequence."

"There is a qualitative difference between giving charcoal in the snow and adding flowers to brocade."

"You treat me very well, your support for my future prospects is even better than my Master's. But without my Master, I wouldn't have gotten your support, and I wouldn't even have been able to stand before you."

"Another analogy!"

"My parents' education of me cannot compare to even one percent of yours, not even to my elementary school teachers. But they are my parents, and when I was at my weakest, most ignorant, and most helpless, they raised me to adulthood with every effort!"

Fang Ziye's voice carried a hint of choking.

Some words, Deng Yong could definitely understand.

Teacher Chu's matter has nothing to do with Fang Ziye, but it has to do with Yuan Weihong. Teacher Chu's matter has nothing to do with Deng Yong, but it has to do with Deng Yong's teacher Professor Dong. This is an extremely muddled account.

Severing an arm to seek benevolence — Fang Ziye must also sever.

If his parents and Yuan Weihong were present and forced Fang Ziye to choose one, Fang Ziye would have to follow his parents even if biting the bullet and voice cracking.

This feeling is actually very uncomfortable.

Deng Yong continued: "Han Yuanxiao's Administrative Director position will be assumed by Professor Liu Huanglong in July."

"The Procurement Department and Pharmacy Department chiefs have basically been confirmed to get in!"

"Don't know why, this is actually a very small matter, a trivial thing that could pass without anyone pursuing it if not publicized, but it caused this company's Epidermal Growth Factor research project to halt, all the early research completely went down the drain……"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's heart felt not a ripple.

Master, if you knew this company's "prior record," you probably wouldn't think this way.

Compared to what happened in Enshi, what does this count as? A trifle?

"Are you very satisfied with this result?" When Deng Yong asked Fang Ziye, his expression was like stone, his tone like ice needles, without any emotion.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye stood dazed in place, blinked a few times, and continued shaking his head: "Not very satisfied."

Deng Yong's eyes narrowed slightly: "Then what else do you want?"

Others don't know how Zhongnan Hospital got mixed into such a super project group, but how could Deng Yong not understand?

If not for Fang Ziye, the Enshi Military Region Sanatorium project would have had not a penny's relation to Zhongnan Hospital. The reason Deng Yong is now the main Person in Charge is because they hinted at Fang Ziye to contact his own teacher.

What they fancied was naturally Zhongnan Hospital, but even more so, it was Fang Ziye this person.

So in this matter, whoever tries to pick the peaches dies. And Fang Ziye inexplicably grasped a "relationship network" outsiders could hardly imagine.

"Master, Professor Liu Huanglong nominally leading the department is fine, but Professor Han Yuanxiao must step down from the Administrative Director position. Whether he leads a group or even stays at Zhongnan Hospital doesn't matter."

"Second, Professor Liu Qiao — he cannot come into the hospital. If he comes, my teacher and I leave. If he doesn't come, we stay."

"Third, I know Professor Liu Qiao's appearance in Han City at this juncture is not simple. I don't know if it was Professor Han who invited him to attend this academic conference, or other interested parties from other hospitals."

"I only know that in my so many years of study, most teachers told me I just needed to be excellent. Why now must so many things be dragged out?"

"Whether sowing discord, unintentional, or intentional."

"Since the old wound has been ripped open, it's absolutely impossible to act as if nothing happened! ~ The barrier definitely exists there."

"Master, you yourself would never bring up the old matter, because it was originally a muddled account, so I never resented you, suspected you, but I also have to feel heartache for my teacher."

"If positions were reversed, you were in Teacher Yuan's position, I would think the same and do the same."

"Fourth, I apply for my teacher Yuan Weihong to lead a group alone, and I will follow him."

"We will continue honestly doing our Mangled Extremity research project." Fang Ziye's tone was calm.

Deng Yong's emotions could no longer stay calm; his voice began to tremble: "Are you crazy, Fang Ziye?"

"You want to interfere with professor personnel?"

Fang Ziye raised his head: "Master, why not?"

"The game rules weren't set by me; they were left by predecessors. So everyone can make moves within the game rules."

"My current thinking is: if I can play, I'll play; if I can't, forget it. Whoever doesn't like to play, don't play. Whoever can't afford to lose, don't play either."

"I feel one thing Teacher Yuan did very badly was: he suffered grievance, and as a result had to smash his own teeth and swallow the blood, leaving in a sorry state."

"Why should I suffer grievance and still have to leave?"

"If anyone leaves, it should be others."

"Whoever is unwilling to stay, whoever doesn't want peace, whoever doesn't want our hospital and our department to develop well — they can all leave! But I won't leave. This is my personal thought." Fang Ziye used a comparatively serious tone to speak to his teacher like this for the first time.

Leaving in a bedraggled state — this isn't winning, this isn't satisfaction, this is running away.

Why run?

A saying goes well: as long as I'm not embarrassed, the embarrassed one is someone else.

Misappropriated to the current situation: as long as I don't want to leave, whoever wants to leave leaves.

Why should I leave? I'm not unable to get by.

Deng Yong still remained silent, only his shoulders trembled slightly; his hands gripping the door handle behind his back were clearly sweaty.

The Fang Ziye before him now — where was that seemingly very easygoing student? He is simply a fierce tiger; when he goes berserk, he doesn't even give his own teacher face, let alone what kind of Chief you are?

Fang Ziye continued biting his teeth: "Even if Trauma Surgery is split into two departments, my teacher and I won't leave."

"If anyone doesn't believe it, let's try. I absolutely have the capability and courage to persuade the Leaders to split Trauma Surgery."

By the end, Fang Ziye's words were no longer just turning the tables — they were arrogant to the heavens.

Yet Deng Yong couldn't utter a single word in reply.

He silently twisted the door handle and directly slipped out.

Reaching the doorway, he glanced back at the consultation room's nameplate, trembling violently several times……

Worst case, split Trauma Surgery — this tm is still Fang Ziye the little milk dog?!

(Chapter End)