Chapter 448: Great Display of Divine Might

The small video conference didn't have many participants — only Nie Mingxian, Li Yuanpei, Lan Tianluo, Jie Han, and Fang Ziye's five-person group.

Li Yuanpei was the first to actively invite Fang Ziye; after Fang Ziye connected, Li Yuanpei's voice came through adjusting the mic: "Industry Brother, can you hear me? Industry Brother, Industry Brother?"

"I can hear you, Yuanpei. Why are you online so early? The meeting time I posted in the group was 2:30 PM." Fang Ziye said while putting in his Bluetooth headset.

Li Yuanpei's work task focus in the department has already shifted, gradually transitioning from a clinical-skills-type Doctor to a management post and research direction.

"Industry Brother, here's how I see it. Holding this kind of small video conference isn't as good as us brothers going out for a meal together."

"I just called and asked Teacher; Industry Brother, you currently don't have to undertake any emergency surgeries except mangled extremity cases."

"Industry Brother, you haven't come out to eat in such a long time. Let's get together for a gathering."

"Wouldn't an offline meeting be so much better?" Li Yuanpei laughed and issued the invitation, his voice hearty.

"Let's gather next weekend instead. Tonight Teacher Chen Fang invited me. If I go out to eat now, I won't be able to eat dinner later, and Teacher Chen Fang will think I have a big opinion against him."

After explaining, Fang Ziye pondered: "How about this, Brother Pei, I'll book a teahouse private room, and then have Lan Tianluo and Jie Han buy some melon seeds, fruit, and dry rations?"

"That works too, Industry Brother. I'll buy the fruit and book the private room!" Li Yuanpei actively took on the task.

Li Yuanpei's family background is very wealthy — "comfortable" isn't enough to describe it.

For the PhD entrance exam, he attended several private tutoring classes. For a medical student's family to spend like this, an ordinary comfortable family wouldn't be enough.

"No problem, Brother Pei. You go tell the others. I'll book the spot, or if you have any better suggestions, just send them directly to me."

"It really has been a long time since I treated everyone to a meal." Fang Ziye said.

It's not that Fang Ziye is putting on airs!

Fang Ziye has also gone through the Master's Student and Doctor stages. Back then, Fang Ziye was very sincere. When a student treats, it becomes exceptionally tight, or they have to ask their family for money.

But Fang Ziye has already skipped this stage. In the past few months, Fang Ziye's monthly expenses were just over two thousand for takeout, while the income on his card was no less than twenty thousand every month.

Under such circumstances, treating fellow disciples to a meal is only natural.

With someone treating, and that person being someone they're fairly close with, a group of single dogs are the objects of being treated — their speed of arrival was remarkably fast.

Half an hour, and only Jie Han was missing.

And Jie Han, in order to rush over, had already entrusted a Senior Brother in the laboratory to do his experiment for him.

The happiness of the student stage is: if you can have a banquet once, you can be happy for a whole week...

Nie Mingxian was the second-to-last to arrive, carrying two snack bags. After pushing open the private room door, he looked left and right first, then automatically walked to Fang Ziye's left side.

He placed the bags containing snacks on the table: "I saw them on my way over, so I purchased some. Let's count it as afternoon tea."

"We'll order some more later to meet the minimum spend."

Lan Tianluo, meanwhile, turned and touched his large earlobe, looking at Nie Mingxian. His wheat-yellow skin concealed a flicker of expression. He lowered his head slightly and said: "When I came over just now, I also saw the snack shop."

Nie Mingxian very naturally took up the conversation: "Our Tian Luo usually has snacks stuffed to his mouth by others. He definitely wouldn't consider so many details."

"But it doesn't matter. Although us brothers are dull and our knowledge isn't high, we've more or less learned some crooked methods."

"Jie Han hasn't come yet? If he hasn't come, let's start anyway." Nie Mingxian immediately opened his computer.

As Nie Mingxian spoke, a "mushroom" with a thin body and fat face squeezed in from outside the door. His forehead was full of sweat beads, his hair already wet with sweat. He must have heard Nie Mingxian's last sentence.

While hurriedly walking toward an empty seat, he said: "Don't, Brother Xian. I'm here now."

After sitting down, Jie Han first opened his own computer, then pulled tissues from the table and began wiping sweat.

Seeing Jie Han like this, Li Yuanpei very attentively pressed the ordering doorbell. A moment later, when the waiter came in, he had them bring in two packs of napkins.

Fang Ziye looked at everyone having arrived. While meeting each person's gaze one by one, he said: "We're all not outsiders here. Everyone's very self-aware, so feel free to order whatever!"

"Eat what you should eat, drink what you should drink. This first gathering of ours is just to plan and arrange some general content. There's no detailed interaction, so no need to be overly focused..."

"Let me speak a bit first. Mainly, I feel that in our team, us few people can divide the work more meticulously, striving to achieve more mutual wins through division of labor."

"No Big Boss and Boss present. You guys' Industry Brother." Fang Ziye said to here, tilted his head properly and said: "Brother Xian, Xiao Ye."

Seeing Nie Mingxian, who was drinking mineral water, roll his eyes, Fang Ziye continued: "Allow me to blow some cowhide for you."

"Trauma Surgery's mangled extremity will inevitably become a hot topic in the future. And I personally feel that in the future, provincial-level cities might even separate mangled extremity out as an Orthopedics Department sub-specialty."

"Us people can all get the first bite of the crab first."

"The above counts as my personal understanding's background padding."

Nie Mingxian finished the mineral water, tilted his head and said: "I want to add one sentence. With the development of technology, the application of various high-violence items in daily life, the incidence rate of mangled extremity will increase even more."

"So, Ziye's inference is still relatively cautious."

"Of course, if it's super high-violence, then it might not be mangled extremity, but mangled person."

"You speak... you speak first." Nie Mingxian looked at Fang Ziye, gesturing to yield the floor.

Fang Ziye said: "Brother Xian, then I'll first say how I think you can shift your focus."

"First, what our team currently lacks most is professional operational talent. In May we discussed this: if no one can cover shifts, we simply have no way to do functional reconstruction surgery."

"My hands have cramped up once, spasmed once. If it's not absolutely no other way, I don't hope to spasm a second time."

"Of course, very happy that Brother Xian you and Tian Luo are in the first echelon and can catch up. Tian Luo was recently arranged by Deng Professor with Level 2 Surgery permission. In the future, directly completing debridement in clinical practice is also feasible."

"Brother Xian, I feel your main tasks are these three. First, still responsible for developing the small animal extracorporeal circulation instrument needed for limb salvage surgery in the animal laboratory."

"Second is clinical surgery. You first serve as a group's following Lead Surgeon in Teacher Chen Fang's group. Responsible for routine mangled extremity surgeries."

"Third, we together develop an animal experimental model for mangled extremity standard operation practice, summarize the methods, then promote them to other peers or teachers who come to learn."

"These three tasks are all very heavy tasks. The capable bear more labor. Brother Xian, you might need to work hard for a while."

Hearing this, Nie Mingxian scratched his right temple with his right hand, laughing: "Heavy is truly heavy. Ziye, you're not afraid I'll die of overwork."

"Definitely not. Balance work and rest, take it slow, no rush." Fang Ziye said with a smile.

It's not like having Nie Mingxian finish in a day or two. The best situation is being able to keep Nie Mingxian attracted by his side. Fang Ziye would be willing to allocate him some money separately.

Nie Mingxian, a genius who can modify existing clinical instruments, and Lan Tianluo's talent in mathematics — they're equally remarkable in different ways. Very hard to find replacements.

"Good." Nie Mingxian nodded first.

Him coming to Zhongnan was completely an accident. He just followed Teacher Liu Huanglong over for a 'visit', but ended up falling into a quagmire, deeply mired and unable to extricate himself.

Fang Ziye watched Nie Mingxian; although his mouth said he was tired, he turned around and started typing on his own keyboard.

He then flipped open the second page of his notebook: "Senior Brother Li. Next, let's talk about you."

Li Yuanpei was currently recording some information in his notebook, and hearing this, he was quite surprised.

"Me? Am I not just a slacker?" Li Yuanpei said the bitterness deep in his heart quite cheerfully.

Among all the people sitting here, calculating it, he was the most useless one; Li Yuanpei thought he was just scrap material.

"Brother Pei, how could you possibly be a slacker? Including Tian Luo and Jie Han, we all think you are excellent."

"Team collaboration ability is equally important, and a very important point is coordination. Senior Brother Li, you should also be able to feel that during our Master's stage, the management of large and small teams was nearly zero."

"It can be said that everyone fought for themselves; there was basically no ranking at all. You do yours, I do mine; everyone says it's one team, but actually it's just different small squads in one laboratory."

"But me, and Teacher Yuan, and my Master, we all discovered that ever since Brother Pei you entered the Doctoral stage, the department's learning, the junior trainees' planning arrangements, etc., all became orderly and well-organized."

"This is your unique ability; this is a personnel structure that even Hong Zili Associate Professor's team does not have."

"Senior Brother Li, your task is also heavy. First point, you must arrange the research skills and clinical skills learning plans for the Master's junior trainees; you may also need to contact teachers, contact me, contact Tian Luo, contact the Doctoral senior brothers, to conduct clinical teaching lectures and experimental operation drills for the junior trainees."

"Second point, comprehensive task allocation. Including but not limited to basic cell experiments, clinical projects, animal experiment projects' task allocation. According to our large team's each person's ability, assign them relatively suitable positions."

"Third point, I discovered some interns in our department are also quite excellent; Senior Brother Li, if you encounter suitable ones, you can recommend them to superior teachers. If we can absorb some good talents from our own school, that would also be quite good."

"Fourth point, is Brother Pei your own clinical ability learning plan. Whoever you want to find to teach you things, you can contact them; these are Master Deng Yong's original words."

Play to strengths and avoid weaknesses.

Li Yuanpei's talent is actually not bad; although he cannot compare to Xiong Jinhuan and Wang Yuanqi, he surpasses Gu Yi whom Deng Yong arranged to go to Enshi.

Li Yuanpei pursed his lips, rapidly recording something; after finishing recording, he looked at Fang Ziye, his gaze and expression complex: "Okay! ~"

Fang Ziye might have read Li Yuanpei's gaze, and then said: "Brother Pei, I believe you are definitely our team's most important pillar."

A team, if it only has clinical and research geniuses, in the end can only fight for themselves; temporary cooperation is possible, but long-term cooperation is difficult.

Too many precedents have proven this point; but if there is a lubricant between people, they can very cleverly forever complement each other's strengths and weaknesses.

Without Li Yuanpei's appearance, Fang Ziye himself also would not have realized this point; Fang Ziye never thought that this classmate Li Yuanpei would ultimately have such a special ability.

"Lan Tianluo, your task is very simple."

"The only one: do what you yourself want to do, whether it's mathematics, or data analysis, or whatever you think, even if you want to become a doctor."

"However you develop, there is no mistake." Fang Ziye then looked at Lan Tianluo.

Lan Tianluo heard this and immediately said: "Senior Brother, I can do surgery; I feel the pleasure of curing diseases and doing surgery is very strong; I like seeing patients come with worried brows and leave with smiling faces; this excites me more than calculating something."

Everyone has their own hobbies and interests.

Some people like curing diseases and saving people, feeling this is the embodiment of life's value; this is not wrong.

Some people hate studying medicine, dislike this profession, like artistic freedom.

Some people like the beauty of mathematics, like the difficulty of mathematics, like the freedom and rigor of mathematics; these are all not wrong.

"Other matters, I'll see the situation."

"This tool of mathematics I also will not give up; the combination of mathematics and clinical practice can also be very beautiful." Lan.

"Alright then, your task is three: first is surgery tool person, second is learning, third is doing well as the 'data analysis' big shot."

"Xian Ge, I say, any data in our research group might produce different statistical effects in Tian Luo's hands; you don't object, right?" Fang Ziye asked.

Nie Mingxian tilted his head to look at Lan Tianluo.

Immediately after, he sighed a long sigh: "Ziye, your luck is really good. I wish I had such a little brother-in-law?"

Lan Tianluo then looked at Nie Mingxian a bit cautiously, and said very directly: "No way; my sister probably looks down on your looks."

Fang Ziye immediately noticed Nie Mingxian's expression directly staged a scene of the Flowing Sand River, overturning seas, five flavors mixed...

Academics, IQ, accumulation are all variable; looks are a hard flaw.

After seeing your true face, even plastic surgery is useless.

Fang Ziye hurriedly changed the subject to divert: "Jie Han's task arrangement, we'll talk later."

"Currently in the group, those who have the opportunity to become the Second Echelon capable of doing mangled extremity are my teacher Yuan Weihong and Teacher Liu Huanglong."

"Because Teacher Liu Huanglong directly manages three groups, so no need for special teaching; my meaning is, Lan Tianluo goes to follow Associate Professor Peng Long, let Master Yuan Weihong form a group alone."

"To stimulate Teacher Yuan's learning enthusiasm."

As soon as Fang Ziye said this, several people were all stunned.

"In the end, are you the Master, or is Teacher Yuan Weihong your Master? You took away all the people who can do surgery in one go; what about Teacher Yuan?" Nie Mingxian again eagerly started complaining.

Fang Ziye then smiled and said: "If my Master has nothing to do, he will feel bored, and will get emo."

"Then what about you, Industry Brother?" Li Yuanpei heard this, finished recording, and asked in a low voice.

Fang Ziye said so much, yet didn't mention what his own task allocation was; how can that do?

Could it be Fang Ziye now wants to pretend to be a superior's appearance, and start issuing orders?

"Me, I have to charge forward, go work on functional recovery and functional strengthening related directions, to deal with some variable patients that might appear in our department."

Fang Ziye finished speaking, bulging his eyes and baring his teeth: "According to reliable information I obtained, our department, our hospital's High-ranking Official Ward, might admit a patient with a relatively special identity."

"These patients and family members are very difficult to deal with, and their demands are high, their tone might also be very high; although Professor Liu took back the admission rights for our ward's patients, the High-ranking Official Ward side's patient admission rights are not in our department..."

Nie Mingxian quickly read out the unfamiliar vocabulary: "What is called functional strengthening?"

"It's some, still have function, but function is relatively weak or cannot reach the peak 'pseudo-patients'; see if through some methods, their function can be pushed forward one more step."

"Within the medical field, many belong to non-disease sub-health populations."

"If this type of population is not handled well, they might cause trouble."

After Fang Ziye finished analyzing, he then said: "Additionally, Hubei Province belongs to a province with relatively developed water systems, floods occur frequently; during rescue processes, there will also be many police or army young men injured."

"I'll see if I can also benefit them a bit, see if I can keep them from being forced to retire."

In the private room, silence agent was immediately sprinkled in; the silence lasted a full nearly one minute.

Everyone stared with big eyes at small eyes, mouths slightly open, looking at Fang Ziye, their hearts surging.

Scientific research should be free, but Fang Ziye's research series, strung together like candied hawthorns, really made them hard-pressed.

Lower limb mangled extremity, upper limb mangled extremity, functional reconstruction, limb replantation; now they've even done functional strengthening.

Is Fang Ziye planning to run this track straight through?

When everyone was still considering the most basic mangled extremity, Fang Ziye had already set his sights on the non-patient sub-healthy population?

Fang Ziye continued: "Of course, this won't take up much of my clinical time; I'm just looking for some theoretical directions, and in rehabilitation training, seeking if there's any breakthrough method."

"By then, I might still need Brother Xian's assistance, through magnetic therapy, electrotherapy, acupuncture, massage, etc., to push forward this small-scope track of functional strengthening……"

"Alright, what I wanted to say is roughly finished."

"Jie Han's task center is to go do this thing with me; we'll do theoretical exploration together, and also perfect the corresponding theory of functional reconstruction……"

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, Nie Mingxian proposed some of his own ideas.

And these ideas were all based on Fang Ziye's just-proposed variant of functional strengthening, such as peripheral nerve disease treatment, internal organ disease treatment, comprehensive treatment for paralyzed patients, etc……

If this line of thought could keep going, the whole team wouldn't even need to change major research directions for nearly ten years; they could keep charging forward and directly break through a certain track of the entire surgery department.

……

In the afternoon, eight twenty o'clock.

After Fang Ziye and Associate Professor Chen Fang and others finished their meal and drank half a bottle of beer, he rode his electric scooter toward Luo Tingzhu's house.

Halfway, Fang Ziye saw a pharmacy still open, directly kicked down the kickstand of his electric scooter, and rode in.

When going out, Fang Ziye's hands were empty, but he looked around left and right like a thief; after not seeing any acquaintances, he adjusted his sleeve, went down the stairs, and stepped on his electric scooter again.

"Xu~ xu~ xu~" After Fang Ziye returned the scooter in the designated area, he walked home whistling. The summer heat wave hitting his face actually felt a bit cool.

While walking up the stairs, Fang Ziye whistled; although two floors of the stairwell lights were off, in Fang Ziye's vision, every step of the stairs was clearly visible.

When opening the door, Fang Ziye was still whistling.

After opening the door, the lights inside were on, and the sound of washing up came from the restroom.

Sound upon sound, Fang Ziye's whistling stopped abruptly; in the instant he was about to step over the threshold, Fang Ziye's heart thumped violently twice, as if the front wall of his heart had directly struck the chest wall, then been shocked into a soft feeling.

Tiptoeing in, closing the door stealthily, turning the handle, only putting down the door handle after the door closed, the lock core returned to place.

Not long after, Fang Ziye hurriedly put down his keys, then took out his mobile phone and placed it on the living room table.

In his left pants pocket, the black small plastic bag containing the crime tool; Fang Ziye reached in, then hurriedly ran into the room and put it in the bedside cabinet in advance.

After closing the drawer box, Fang Ziye's chest thumped a few times again.

When leaving the bedroom, Fang Ziye shouted: "Tingzhu, did you come back early?"

Luo Tingzhu said she came back at ten; now it's only eight thirty-two, she came back a full hour early.

The air conditioner in the living room had been turned on again; the coolness inside the house was already quite substantial, proving Luo Tingzhu had been back for at least twenty minutes.

"Mm, I handed the experiment over to others." Only Luo Tingzhu's voice came back.

But even so, Fang Ziye, who was especially absent-minded today, thought of that erotic scene from nearly two months ago.

"You take a shower first; I'll check the takeout. You haven't had dinner yet, right?" Fang Ziye hurriedly found an excuse.

Fang Ziye actually felt that it had been a long time since he had intimate contact with Luo Tingzhu; today, finally getting a day off, saying too much while the other was showering was really not 'polite'.

If he scared her, it wouldn't be good; Fang Ziye himself felt this was not quite habitual…

Wet hair to one side, a blue triangular towel rubbed in Luo Tingzhu's scallion-white hands; Luo Tingzhu tilted her neck, and at her slender neck, the playful sternocleidomastoid muscle burst into a large patch of white 'skin'.

Pointed chin, delicate ears slightly perked when turning her head; possibly because she was a bit nervous, so when Fang Ziye's mobile phone made a slight sound, she moved slightly, moved slightly.

Obviously capturing Fang Ziye's voice.

Luo Tingzhu wore white vertical-striped short-sleeve pajama shorts; when she reached out to rub the triangular towel, occasionally pulling the pajama's chin, exposing her lower abdomen.

Although there was no so-called ab line, her graspable small waist meeting Fang Ziye's gaze always stimulated his nasal cavity, accelerating his blood.

Although the things above had absolutely nothing to do with each other.

"I ordered hot pot takeout; do you think it's okay for tonight?" Fang Ziye asked.

Luo Tingzhu walked to the full-length mirror in front of Fang Ziye, continued standing sideways, threw her hair back forcefully, raised her proud chin, and replied in a soft voice: "Sure, Senior Brother, are you still eating?"

After Luo Tingzhu turned completely sideways, her wet hair had dried a bit; although slightly messy hair strands, her cute ears became even more prominent.

Under the side profile, Luo Tingzhu's eyes, nose bridge, nostrils, and mouth curve all entered Fang Ziye's eyes.

But these only made Fang Ziye's eyes go straight; her white arms, white armpits, the full curve of the white striped pajama front, the flat pajama hem falling freely with her body slightly leaning forward, not a bit of excess flesh on her belly.

Fang Ziye's horse brother's eyes went straight in an instant.

Fang Ziye silently recited a few lines of silence incantation: "The essence of osteosarcoma cell occurrence and development lies in……"

Mm, just the fifth sentence of the first recitation, some anger naturally dissipated; Fang Ziye's heart calmed down, and he began to pity tumor patients.

But a calm heart couldn't cure dry mouth and tongue; after swallowing two mouthfuls of saliva, Fang Ziye said: "Eat a little……"

"I'll go take a shower first." Fang Ziye slipped away on the spot.

When Fang Ziye finished washing up and came out, Luo Tingzhu had already dried her hair and was sitting quietly on the sofa, flipping through a book.

The book's name was Be Good, Let Me Pat Your Head.

However, upon hearing Fang Ziye come out of the restroom, Luo Tingzhu looked up meaningfully: "Senior Brother, didn't you say you were going to eat with Teacher Chen Fang? Why did it end so early?"

Fang Ziye looked at Luo Tingzhu covering the book lid while saying: "Didn't drink much alcohol, so naturally it ended early."

Fang Ziye asked again: "Why did you come back so early?"

Luo Tingzhu's breathing was a bit hurried; she didn't dare tell Fang Ziye that she hadn't gone to the laboratory all afternoon, but had handed all tasks to a certain fellow trainee and then holed up in the library, searching for some inappropriate questions in a distracted way.

During this process, her WeChat was asked for several times; Luo Tingzhu inexplicably scanned the code for the other party and even added them as a friend.

"There happens to be a fellow trainee in the laboratory learning experiments with me who said he'd help me do it; I felt Senior Brother you finally escaped emergency surgery and emergency consultation, so I came back first."

"You…" Luo Tingzhu felt Fang Ziye's left hand slide from behind her, and she trembled slightly, unaccustomed.

A strange yet familiar scent invaded her nasal breathing; after another 'body temperature' not belonging to her own hands and feet touched her body, wherever it passed, it seemed potassium ions were jumping wildly, to the point of extreme numbness.

"Don't be nervous, hug. Haven't hugged in a long time." Fang Ziye said in a soft voice.

When in love, a man should still take the initiative more.

Counting it up, the two of them had been in love for one year and four months already; during that time, they had a long-distance relationship abroad for half a year, loved each other abroad for half a year, and after returning, they had a long-distance relationship at the same hospital for four months.

After Luo Tingzhu stopped twisting and instead nestled softly into Fang Ziye's embrace, she asked in a low voice: "Senior Brother, do you men all like to lie?"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye directly exerted force and held Luo Tingzhu horizontally on his lap: "There are also girls who like to lie, so you cannot generalize."

"For example, I rarely lie. Whether in life, work, scientific research, or when in love, I almost never lie." Fang Ziye conducted his argument analysis with solid grounds.

"Then have you ever lied to me, Senior Brother?" Luo Tingzhu widened her eyes, gazing at Fang Ziye with clear pupils, like a piece of flawless bright jade.

"I haven't lied to you, I haven't," Fang Ziye said.

Hearing this, Luo Tingzhu's mouth pouted like a little girl's. She continued to widen her eyes, with a hint of wateriness inside.

Seeing this, Fang Ziye hurriedly confessed: "Okay okay okay, I'll say it, I'll say it."

"Originally, I planned to give you a surprise on May Day; I wanted to spend May Day with you, and at that time I happened to forcefully take leave, but I ended up ruining things! ~"

"I completely broke Director Long's mindset."

"But I didn't dare tell you," Fang Ziye hurriedly confessed, admitting he really had lied to Luo Tingzhu.

And he had hidden it for a full two months; moreover, after that incident was exposed, he immediately ran back.

"Then you still say you don't lie to people, you lie to people."

"You were just lying to people." Luo Tingzhu refused to let up, her voice soft and sticky, captivating the soul.

Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes, then looked at Luo Tingzhu's mobile phone: "Let me check your browsing history..."

"No looking, no looking..." Luo Tingzhu hurriedly reached to grab it; a pair of soft arms slipped into his embrace, and after snatching the mobile phone in advance, Luo Tingzhu tilted her head and solemnly warned Fang Ziye.

"Senior Brother, this is my privacy, you absolutely cannot look! ~"

Even if Fang Ziye had taken "advantage," she still wouldn't let him see the search content, to avoid social death.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye said: "Then let me look at you."

Fang Ziye playfully pulled his sleeve open a bit; after Luo Tingzhu widened her eyes, she directly stood up and sat down 0.05m beside Fang Ziye, continuing to look at Fang Ziye with a complex and nervous gaze, her face flushed, biting her lower lip with her upper lip!

Fang Ziye observed her, thinking inwardly—

A beauty of the north. Peerless and independent. Knowing the future yet remaining still, shyness cannot be escaped.

"Tingzhu, don't be so shy," Fang Ziye said.

"I'm not; you were the one who started disliking me first." Luo Tingzhu covered her mobile phone and stuffed it behind her back.

Fang Ziye actually really wanted to say: Tingzhu, Tingzhu, don't let those online guides lead you astray; really, one dares to search, one dares to teach, one dares to learn.

Finally, after a while, the takeout arrived.

Luo Tingzhu's stomach was hungry, so she started eating the takeout; Fang Ziye didn't disturb her, just watched Luo Tingzhu quietly across the table, pulling at her collar, eating bite by bite, occasionally glancing at Fang Ziye, occasionally glancing at her own mobile phone.

"Do you want a bite?" Luo Tingzhu asked.

Fang Ziye smiled and said: "I'm not hungry, you eat; I'll watch you eat."

"Then can you always not be hungry, and not do bad things?" Luo Tingzhu finally lowered her head and said this sentence.

"Ah?" Fang Ziye was stunned.

Who taught her this again?

"Why say that?"

Luo Tingzhu just wouldn't answer.

"..."

Truly can be said!

Luo Tingzhu ate takeout, while Fang Ziye turned into a giant panda, not eating takeout, but eating bamboo instead...

In the Mandarin Duck Quilt, a pair grows together; shyly shooting while the man is at peace, shyly the woman sleeps...

A good dream.

The next day, Fang Ziye got up early.

Starting at six o'clock, he made breakfast, congee and fried eggs.

At six thirty, holding Luo Tingzhu to feed her breakfast.

At seven, being lovey-dovey.

At seven thirty, arriving at the department, clear and refreshed.

At eight, hiding behind the crowd during handover.

At eight thirty, Fang Ziye who arrived at the operating room opened a giant cheat...

(Chapter End)