Chapter 447: The Arrival of the Anticipated Night (Requesting Subscriptions)

June 29th was a Friday, July 1st was a Sunday.

Although it was the beginning of January, after conflicting with the weekend, the department still had not scheduled any elective surgeries.

Fang Ziye continued: "Teacher Liu, I've considered it for a long time, and I've decided to choose the domestic rabbit as the animal test model for mangled extremity."

"Rats have the lowest cost, but their limbs are too small in volume, making them uncomfortable to practice on."

"Domestic pigs have suitable volume, but the cost is too high, and they are not easy for the surgeon to control and anesthetize, and may even cause accidental injury."

"Domestic rabbits are also common animal test models, easy to find and easy to control."

Liu Huanglong nodded and immediately looked at Nie Mingxian.

Now, among those in the First Echelon who continue to practice the entire surgical process using animal test models, there are only two people in the department: the first is Nie Mingxian, the second is Lan Tianluo.

The Second Echelon consists of Yuan Weihong and Liu Huanglong.

Liu Huanglong then asked: "Ziye, have you figured out how to create the 'mangled extremity' on the domestic rabbit?"

"Rabbits differ slightly from us humans in living habits, so the mangled extremity model created should best simulate our human emergency patients."

"Nie Mingxian and I considered it this way: when simulating a domestic rabbit's mangled extremity, the rabbit must be under anesthesia—this is the 'humanitarian' spirit of the experiment, and we cannot show signs of animal abuse."

"Therefore, if we analogize to a human factory, or a car accident, that would be more suitable."

"So do we have to roll back and forth in the Animal Laboratory?"

Creating a mangled extremity is actually not an easy thing.

Excess is as bad as deficiency; limb salvage surgery training without reaching the right level is useless.

And we cannot repeatedly torture the experimental animals.

"Professor Liu, I've considered that method you mentioned, but mangled extremities caused by car accidents are usually high-violence injuries—not just crushing, but also a certain initial impact speed."

"That's not easy to simulate."

"And the rabbit is under anesthesia; if the wheel distance isn't controlled well, it could be half-crushed."

"If rolled over slowly, it may not cause soft tissue injury, perhaps only a fracture, and it cannot simulate the integrity of a mangled extremity."

"My idea is to artificially create the mangled extremity quickly, using surgical tools, taking about ten to twenty minutes before surgery."

"Of course, if there's a suitable crushing tool, that would be best." Fang Ziye said with tightly furrowed brows, actually having no clue how to create an animal model.

But this method is still better than Liu Huanglong's suggestion of directly using a private car for violent crushing.

The rabbit is only that big, and its body length is limited; if you roll it up all at once, it's just a flattened mess.

"Mainly, the domestic rabbits entering the Animal Laboratory must meet sterile standards, otherwise I'd want to go find a hydraulic press outside..." Liu Huanglong said somewhat awkwardly.

"Since there's no very good method, let's shelve this discussion for now."

"Let's first learn the details and theory of debridement technique, apply what we learn; even if we slowly learn and practice on patients, we have enough resources."

"Ziye, tomorrow is Chen Fang's Group's surgery day; you go ask about the patient's basic situation later."

"Although Professor Chen Fang's group hasn't yet admitted mangled extremity-related disease types, we must still have our own attitude."

"Okay, Teacher Liu, then I'll go follow the ward round."

Fang Ziye stood up: "I'll send you the corresponding documents later; this isn't something that can be read in a short while."

"Go, remember to send it early. I always feel that when you speak, once it involves a detail, you can spell out that detail, afraid we won't understand."

"This clearly shows your teaching skills have not been trained at all; next semester you'll be teaching undergraduates, and you can't just freely improvise without knowing when to stop." After giving Fang Ziye a word of guidance, Liu Huanglong let him leave.

After Fang Ziye left, Liu Huanglong looked at Nie Mingxian: "Mingxian, have you decided for yourself?"

"Are you planning to return to Jingdu in October, or continue extending your study leave?"

Nie Mingxian's lower eyelid twitched twice: "Teacher Liu, I haven't considered it clearly yet. I'll just muddle along for now, take it one step at a time."

Liu Huanglong immediately said: "If you don't want to be subordinate to others, Peking Union Medical College Hospital and Tongji Hospital—I should be able to get you into suitable positions relatively smoothly."

"That would give you a more precise positioning than finding a job yourself."

Nie Mingxian continued shaking his head, his vision blurred, then he looked at Liu Huanglong with burning eyes: "Professor Liu, it's not that I don't want to be subordinate to others; I'm afraid that when I go back, I'll meet another group of teachers who don't understand themselves."

"Teacher Liu, can you understand my feeling—that I, at only thirty-two years old, only at the Doctoral Stage, can directly develop a precision instrument, and this precision instrument might benefit tens of millions of people?"

"I'm afraid that I'll get too immersed in my role, and end up being treated like an idiot."

Nie Mingxian was very confident in his limb salvage small-scale extracorporeal blood purification instrument; however, Nie Mingxian still had other concerns: "I feel Ziye is not a Confucian general."

"Why would you consider it that way?" Liu Huanglong asked.

"Are you afraid Ziye will steal your peaches?"

"Ziye isn't that kind of person, is he?"

Nie Mingxian shook his head: "Teacher Liu, it's not fear of having peaches stolen, but after we've cooperated for a while, there will no longer be room for cooperation!"

"Then won't I be left hanging?"

"Now the advantage is on Ziye's side. Him, Lan Tianluo, Jie Han plus Teacher Yuan Weihong counting as half—I'm one versus two and a half, not occupying any advantage."

After Nie Mingxian finished speaking, he immediately saw the facial features on Liu Huanglong's long face begin to twitch, and Nie Mingxian realized Liu Huanglong was a bit angry.

Because Nie Mingxian directly didn't count Liu Huanglong as having any weight, while Yuan Weihong and Jie Han were both given half credit.

Before Liu Huanglong could flare up, Nie Mingxian stood up:

"Anyway, I'm still struggling now, so I'll just be a good student first."

"Teacher Liu, Lan Tianluo invited me to go to the Training Room together; I see the ward round time is about up, so you go ahead and be busy?"

"Go." Liu Huanglong said, narrowing his eyes.

"Then I'm leaving, Teacher Liu." Nie Mingxian quickly slipped out of the office.

After Nie Mingxian left, Liu Huanglong crossed his legs again and muttered in a low voice: "Does even Nie Mingxian feel that my current achievements are just riding the wind, and not my own qualification and strength?"

"Am I inferior to Yuan Weihong in research talent?"

"Isn't this looking down on people?"

Liu Huanglong's tone was low and sad, and he felt an inexplicable taste in his heart.

He, Liu Huanglong, was actually being shut out?!

……

Chen Fang led Professor Dong Yaohui's original team; currently, within the group, the only physician from this hospital is Attending Physician Nie Xue Hua.

The only Doctor is Liu Haojiang under Vice Professor Chen Fang.

Professor Dong Yaohui's last Master's Student, Gu Guangyuan, has graduated this class; most of the Master's Student team, Fang Ziye does not know.

"Teacher Chen." Fang Ziye waited at a ward doorway until Vice Professor Chen Fang came out with the large group, then his laughter met a crowd of strangers' gazes.

Chen Fang paused her steps and looked Fang Ziye up and down. Chen Fang, who had previously had little contact with Fang Ziye, said politely: "Instructor Ziye has arrived, everyone must get to know him; in the future, everyone should learn more from Ziye."

"Senior Brother."

"Senior Brother Fang."

"Industry Brother."

A group of Doctors and Master's Students had different forms of address; besides Doctor Liu Haojiang calling Fang Ziye Industry Brother, everyone else addressed him as Senior Brother Fang.

"Teacher Chen, what Instructor? Teacher Liu is the instructor for our entire department; I am now just the Chief Resident Big Fool." Fang Ziye did not know if Chen Fang was being sarcastic, but he had to first build a good relationship.

Chen Fang was short, 1.67 meters, medium build, long neck, protruding collarbones, small ears and long eyebrows; hearing this, she smiled lightly: "Just joking, Ziye. Our group currently has no emergency Mangled Extremity patients admitted; they are all still patients previously admitted by Director Han."

"This batch of patients must be discharged after surgery before we can successively admit emergency Mangled Extremity patients."

"You want to follow and take a look?"

Fang Ziye nodded immediately: "I'll look, Teacher Chen."

Chen Fang said nothing more, ward rounds were the priority……

Fang Ziye followed and took a look; indeed, he found that the group Vice Professor Chen Fang was in consisted of disease types commonly seen in the department.

After Chen Fang arranged the patients scheduled for elective surgery tomorrow, she took Nie Xue Hua and Fang Ziye to the Deputy Chief Physician's public office, saying as she walked: "Ziye, our group has so many patients; among them, Beds 25, 33, and 35 are all extremely large complex Bone Defects."

"This type of surgery was previously done by Professor Dong, and last month by Professor Han; I cannot handle it alone."

"Beds 33 and 35 are scheduled for surgery tomorrow; do you think we should have Professor Han come up to handle it?"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye frowned; as for Bed 25's situation, Fang Ziye had not done rounds, so he was temporarily unclear.

The Bone Defect situations of Beds 33 and 35 were indeed quite complex; if both were scheduled for surgery tomorrow, Fang Ziye could not guarantee whether Liu Huanglong could handle it.

And for such complex Bone Defect cases, Fang Ziye himself would find them relatively troublesome to handle.

Therefore, the current solutions were only three: either Liu Huanglong could handle it, or invite Professor Han Yuanxiao or Master Deng Yong to come as Lead Surgeon, or Fang Ziye himself would Add Points.

Fang Ziye actually leaned more toward the second option.

The future major direction of cases in the department was Mangled Extremity; Fang Ziye was unwilling to waste too many Knowledge Points on Bone Defect Treatment surgeries.

It seemed Fang Ziye currently had seventy-nine thousand Knowledge Points, truly a lot, but when actually used, Fang Ziye could empty them in one day.

Knowledge Points were something where more was always better.

"Teacher Chen, did Teacher Han previously mention that he could return to help with surgery?" Fang Ziye asked first.

Chen Fang and Nie Xue Hua's gazes both flashed upon hearing this.

Surprise filled their faces——

You still want Professor Han Yuanxiao to return to do surgery?

Fang Ziye did not avoid their gazes, smiling: "Teacher Chen, then I'll ask my Master and Professor Liu when the time comes to see if they can think of a way."

Hearing this, Chen Fang relaxed her long eyebrows: "Ziye, if Professor Deng is willing to return as Lead Surgeon, that would be best of all."

"You are Professor Deng's beloved disciple; I think you should be able to get Professor Deng to come."

Although Deng Yong had left Trauma Surgery for Hand Surgery, in the eyes of Chen Fang and others, Deng Yong was still the ceiling of Trauma Surgery in the hospital.

"I can only say I'll go try." Fang Ziye said with a smile.

……

Chen Fang had Fang Ziye and Nie Xue Hua go to the office to talk; there was nothing particularly important, just some reciprocal pleasantries.

The key meaning to express was hoping Fang Ziye would be better to the students in the group in the future, and incidentally teach more about Mangled Extremity techniques.

Mangled Extremity treatment would inevitably be the next mainstream at Zhongnan Hospital; the department had been preparing for this since March.

If it weren't for Fang Ziye's appearance, it might have taken three to five years of preparation; Fang Ziye shortened three to five years to four months.

Chen Fang could only follow the direction and speed of the department's development, and could not let the department stop and wait for him.

"Ziye, let's eat together later. Today is the weekend; now the emergency consultations and emergency surgeries have been taken by the Emergency Trauma Center; we can have a little drink." Vice Professor Chen Fang said.

She then added: "Your Master will also come."

"Teacher Chen, I won't drink, just in case there's a Mangled Extremity emergency." Fang Ziye agreed to eat but politely refused drinking.

"If there's a Mangled Extremity case, aren't there other people? Nie Mingxian, and Lan Tianluo; before Professor Deng Yong left, he had already opened a special channel for Lan Tianluo, specially approving his Level 2 Surgery permission."

"The individual operations for Mangled Extremity, when broken down, are all Level 2 operations." Chen Fang said with a smile.

Fang Ziye: "……"

"Teacher Chen, can we decide later?"

……

Actually, Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao were assigned to Hand Surgery; Hand Surgery also had plenty of troubles left for them.

Now they take over the group's patients, as well as Hand Surgery patients.

Hand Surgery was an unfamiliar disease type; whether it was position transfer surgery or transplantation surgery, Han Yuanxiao and Deng Yong could only stare helplessly.

After two Professors left, the top Associate Professors in the department could only do tendon position transfer, and were helpless against nerve position transfer surgery.

When Fang Ziye returned to find Liu Huanglong, Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao were both in Liu Huanglong's office.

After Fang Ziye pushed the door open and saw the situation clearly, he hurriedly pulled the door shut again.

"Come in, Ziye." Deng Yong shouted.

Fang Ziye then pushed the door open and entered.

Inside, neither Deng Yong nor Han Yuanxiao looked too "heartbroken"; instead, they were chatting and laughing with Liu Huanglong.

"Ziye, what are you doing here? Can't you say whatever it is to my face?" Deng Yong raised an eyebrow, feigning displeasure.

"Master, I actually came to ask you to perform a few surgeries. There are a few severe large-segment complex bone defects left over here that I can't handle."

"Vice Professor Chen Fang said to let me ask Professor Liu's opinion, so I came to ask first." Fang Ziye replied steadily, hands placed on his abdomen, eyes darting as he scanned the three of them.

Finally his gaze settled on Liu Huanglong, who had spoken up first, and he pricked up his ears—

Liu Huanglong: "I can't do it, I really can't do this one. You have to ask your Master directly to step in. Professor Deng."

Deng Yong's gesture of touching the flesh mole on his chin and his voice came through simultaneously: "When is the surgery? Tomorrow?"

Deng Yong was still in the department yesterday, so he naturally knew exactly when Chen Fang's group's surgery day was.

"Yes, Master." Fang Ziye nodded in reply.

"Call me when the operating room turnover starts tomorrow. Our group also has surgery day tomorrow, I just went over and got flipped through by the people down there."

"Professor Han and I also came to find Professor Liu to save the situation."

"And besides, if we haven't corrected the disease type before then, Professor Liu will probably have to keep saving the situation." Deng Yong replied rather bluntly.

"Professor Liu, you'll have to go to the trouble then, otherwise we won't be able to hang on."

Liu Huanglong could only nod and agree.

Originally, arranging for Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao to go to Hand Surgery was already a bit "improper"—specialization exists for a reason.

It's just that both of them are full professors, and both were previously Administrative Directors. Not going to Hand Surgery but going to Joint Surgery and Sports Medicine would be even more clueless.

Han Yuanxiao now looked at Fang Ziye, pursed his lips, and said: "Ziye, the mangled extremity research project is a very good project."

"It's also bound to be a hot direction for future development. Ziye, can you send me the corresponding materials as well so I can study them carefully?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately nodded: "Okay, Director Han. I'll send it to you in a bit. I didn't bring my computer over, I'll send it once I get back to the Emergency Department and get my computer."

Fang Ziye's computer wasn't at home, but in the Emergency Department's doctor's office.

After finishing his morning shift, Fang Ziye had come to Trauma Surgery with Nie Mingxian, and hadn't brought his computer.

"Director Han, should I send it to your email, or to your WeChat?" Fang Ziye asked again.

Actually, sending it by email is best.

There's an officially recognized record of correspondence.

Of course, sending by WeChat is fine too, just afraid that once Han Yuanxiao gets the materials he might pass them on casually. Before Fang Ziye's side has finalized the draft, if it gets passed on, it avoids shameless people beating them to the punch and printing it out directly.

"Send it to my email, thanks Ziye. I'll have to carefully read your masterpiece." Han Yuanxiao showed a smiling face, as if being removed from the Director position hadn't caused him the slightest displeasure, but rather he was full of ease and contentment.

……

At ten o'clock sharp, Deng Yong, Han Yuanxiao, and Fang Ziye all walked out of the Senior Office together.

Han Yuanxiao very sensibly walked a step ahead.

Deng Yong tilted his head to look at Fang Ziye, rubbed the back of Fang Ziye's head, and said: "Ziye, keep at it. Although Master went next door now, it's just the distance between upstairs and downstairs."

"If you have any difficulties, you can tell Master too. Master will come downstairs to back you up."

Right off the bat, Deng Yong said that if Chen Fang and the others made things difficult for Fang Ziye, he, Deng Yong, would come down and let them know who exactly is the "boss" of Trauma Surgery.

No matter how Deng Yong was exiled, his reputation and status throughout the province, and even his strength, were undeniable.

"Thanks, Master. Teacher Chen and them didn't make things difficult either. They just raised issues that indeed need attention."

Fang Ziye continued to explain: "Maybe Teacher Chen also feels that since Master is my Master after all, you'd be more willing to come help if I asked."

"After all? This time?" Fang Ziye stopped mid-sentence.

To tell the truth, when sending the message to Huang Kai, Fang Ziye never expected such a chain reaction, let alone that his own teacher Deng Yong would also be "exiled."

Yet, "I didn't kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of me"—Fang Ziye still felt a lot of guilt in his heart.

"Everyone's mistakes, more or less, will be punished, whether in life or in the heart."

"Master's mistake in this matter lies in turning a blind eye, knowing but not acting."

"Occupying a position without doing the work—that's exactly occupying a position without doing work." Deng Yong taught Fang Ziye by words and deeds.

"Still remember what Master told you very early on? A doctor competes to the end, besides competing on technique, also has to compete on character, morality…"

After Deng Yong explained a whole circle, Fang Ziye only then slightly raised his head and asked: "Master, then can you come back?"

Deng Yong looked left and right, then led Fang Ziye into the fire passage before speaking: "Actually, the hospital originally planned to let Liu Huanglong go to Hand Surgery."

"But how could Liu Huanglong go directly to Hand Surgery? Would he slap his own face? Get chased out and then scurry back wagging his tail?"

"So, he can't go back."

"And because of some special reasons, both Director Han and I can't stay in Trauma Surgery anymore. Now it can only be like this: on the surface we're in different departments, but in reality we're working in displaced positions."

"How could Liu Huanglong possibly do Trauma Surgery? How could Han Yuanxiao and I possibly do Hand Surgery surgeries? Isn't this obvious?"

Deng Yong spoke a whole seat of words, causing Fang Ziye's brain to crash again.

Are you guys playing snakeskin?

Fang Ziye's brain spun rapidly for several circles, twisting his white matter into sesame twists, before saying: "Master, so actually, you and Director Han are still doing surgeries in our Trauma Surgery, it's just that the establishment quota and patient management are in Hand Surgery."

"What about Professor Liu Huanglong?"

"First sentence right, second sentence wrong."

"Liu Huanglong won't overstep to manage Hand Surgery's life and death!"

"The final result can only be Hand Surgery yielding, letting at least one group transfer back to become a Trauma Surgery group. Even two groups."

"Unless Professor Ni can find a Hand Surgery professor with strong enough ability to come hold the fort, they won't be able to keep the establishment quota for two groups."

……

After parting with Deng Yong, Fang Ziye stopped dwelling on those things.

This stuff is too fucking profound. Zhongnan Hospital's Hand Surgery has really had eight lifetimes of rotten luck this time.

Of course, Fang Ziye didn't think they were innocent either.

Large-scale, wide-ranging application of clinical trial Chinese medicines in clinical practice is fundamentally wrong.

Efficacy-only reasoning does not exist in clinical practice.

In clinical practice, even an eighty percent efficacy rate cannot be gambled on.

Vice Professor Chen Fang telling me to find a way — she probably just wants to smoothly complete a bridging transition, giving Han Yuanxiao and Deng Yong, the two of them, a chance to come back and do surgery.

That explanation would hold water in the hospital!

The surgery is right there, no one else can do it — do it or not?

Can the patient just be ignored?

This borderline move, whether you agree or not, I have to play it.

You have your clever schemes, I have my ways around them.

Past eleven, Fang Ziye carried his computer and made a trip back to Luo Tingzhu's rental.

Today was Sunday, Luo Tingzhu was at home, wearing summer shorts and pajamas, lying on the sofa reading.

Hearing the click of the key turning in the lock, she hurriedly sat up straight, smoothing down her pant legs.

Then she glanced at the phone placed before her right hand — "11:21".

"Senior Brother!" Luo Tingzhu tilted her head slightly, deliberately showing Fang Ziye the new hairstyle she had done just yesterday.

While changing shoes, Fang Ziye looked up —

Pajamas, after all.

Meant to be loose.

Fang Ziye's first glance went to the eyes he loved most; the second took in those pale white chopstick-thighs, raised hips, a waist with a superb hand-feel, then a "C" bigger than a bowl rim.

Fang Ziye lowered his head at once, smiling as he suggested: "Tingzhu, let's go out for lunch?"

"Haven't taken you out to eat in ages."

Luo Tingzhu didn't understand Fang Ziye's vision — just a flash of disappointment in her expression before she said: "What for lunch?"

"I want to go for spicy stir-fry pot or hot pot."

"Then spicy stir-fry pot — we go for hot pot all the time." Fang Ziye genuinely hadn't noticed anything, and right now his mind was full of department matters.

……

However, when Fang Ziye saw Luo Tingzhu come out in a checked knee-length skirt, he finally noticed something slightly off.

Bangs swayed in the AC's gentle breeze, her fair neck proud as a swan; leaving the room she still turned her face sideways, arranging her temples.

Her plump cheeks now held a touch of baby fat, arms pale and delicate, nose high and white like a little pig's.

Her hair length was slightly shorter than when he last saw her.

"When did you get your hair done?"

"Just yesterday..." Luo Tingzhu tilted her head, then took out a necklace and put it on.

Luo Tingzhu's necklace should count as a choker, woven floral design; once worn it perfectly filled the hollow at her neck, setting off the high V-neck, looking even more refined, giving her whole outfit a sense of layering.

"Really pretty." Fang Ziye turned his head left and right a few times, then said so.

Luo Tingzhu only smiled upon hearing that.

Heading out, Luo Tingzhu brought no bag — no snack pack, no backpack — just a white-flower-red-surface-black-base Beneunder sun umbrella, as if going solely to shovel rice.

In the ride-hailing car, Luo Tingzhu finally seemed to have opened the floodgates, sharing her recent news with Fang Ziye.

"Senior Brother, after studying Senior Brother Nie's notes and the notes you left me, I've found I've touched the threshold of sensory-motor dissociation anesthesia."

"Professor Xu Long of Xiangya Hospital wants me to go with him to Xiangya, but he seems to learn rather slowly." Luo Tingzhu lifted her neck, as if just for Fang Ziye to examine closely.

"Professor Xu is old, declining learning ability is normal. Everyone has a golden age; past that age, one feels all functions decline."

"Actually Professor Xu's attainment in sensory-motor dissociation anesthesia is already very deep — I mean compared to his peers..." Fang Ziye replied.

"Also projects — most of my projects are near completion, next I plan to try applying for a National Natural Science Foundation Youth grant, though I estimate no chance."

"Postdoc stage might still get approved..."

"And also, Senior Brother, I've published a few papers in Anesthesiology too; my supervisor says my research direction is too free now, like from Internal Medicine to Surgery, then to Anesthesiology..."

"I think freedom is a good thing — research direction should be free to begin with, right, Senior Brother?" Luo Tingzhu hadn't seen Fang Ziye in too long.

The last time they were alone offline was back in May — that time they nearly went all the way.

Of course, that's only a month and a bit ago.

But not long-distance, not even different campuses — workplaces only dozens of meters apart — nearly two months without seeing each other is also hard to bear.

However Luo Tingzhu is actually very able to endure; she has plenty of her own things to do.

Moreover, Fang Ziye also discovered that to ensure the purity of their relationship, Luo Tingzhu stubbornly had zero project overlap with him — she didn't touch a single word of the fields he researched.

Such independence let her have a fulfilling life when Fang Ziye wasn't around, and mutual mystery when he was.

This time Fang Ziye just played the honest listener, replying a few sentences now and then.

When getting out of the car, even the ride-hailing driver advised: "Young man, don't let the girl call you Senior Brother — call her boyfriend."

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu both froze at that; Fang Ziye actively took Luo Tingzhu's hand, dipped his head slightly: "Thanks, bro — we are boyfriend and girlfriend, Senior Brother is just a nickname."

The driver floored the accelerator directly.

"Matchmaker" didn't happen, no sense of achievement.

Near mealtime, the two went straight to shovel rice, then drank milk tea, watched a movie.

Fang Ziye also bought a pair of shoes in the mall, Luo Tingzhu got a hair clip.

Actually Luo Tingzhu tried several outfits too, all looked good — just Luo Tingzhu herself wasn't satisfied with those styles.

In the end it was Fang Ziye who took particular interest in a set of denim shorts and a white polo shirt, forced the checkout and left.

"Let's take the bus back." Luo Tingzhu suggested.

"I have to go to the lab after I get back. Bus is slower."

Fang Ziye's first reaction upon hearing this was, "Why don't you just not go? It's not easy to have some free time; staying home hugging the TV watching dramas would be fine too."

But Fang Ziye then thought that most of the time, it was Luo Tingzhu sending away her own time by herself.

"Okay! ~" Fang Ziye nodded, immediately followed by asking:

"Tingzhu, do you want a Research Assistant?"

"I can hire two Research Assistants, but I actually feel it's not necessary to have so many."

Luo Tingzhu shook her head first, thought carefully for a moment, then said: "Senior Brother, I don't need one, but actually there's a person who needs one."

"Lan Tianluo?" Fang Ziye replied with amusement.

"Mm-hmm." Luo Tingzhu nodded her cute head.

"Senior Brother, if you allocate him a Research Assistant, he can allocate more time to our major."

"He likes Medicine very much." Luo Tingzhu said, suddenly waving her hand, "701 is here..."

"Then the Research Assistant he wants to recruit isn't a Medical Major, I'll discuss with Lan Tianluo later and pay out of my own pocket to find him one."

"This one of mine has to go through the Hospital's Personnel Department for recruitment, uses the Hospital's allocated funds, can't allocate to anyone else's."

"At most, can only allocate to you." Fang Ziye's tone was very greasy/affectedly intimate.

After the two took the bus back on the return journey, Luo Tingzhu went home and changed into a slightly looser set of pants and clothes, put on a sun hat and sun umbrella, then went out.

When leaving she said: "I'll be back at ten in the evening, Senior Brother."

"You, you, where are you sleeping today?"

Fang Ziye then said: "Just sleeping here ah..."

Luo Tingzhu ran out the door in small quick steps.

Fang Ziye then drilled into the room, turned on the Computer, and then started a temporary meeting with Lan Tianluo and the others.

And then anticipating the fall of night.

(Chapter End)