Chapter 451

Huang Lu was of medium build, standing 1.75 meters tall, only half a head shorter than Fang Ziye.

As an administrative staff member, he was dressed rather formally, wearing a smile that greeted everyone.

Fang Ziye very clearly noticed Huang Lu's smile slowly turn serious, then shift into a slightly gloomy expression; his gaze settled and saw that Fang Ziye's face remained unchanged, clearly choosing to hold his ground to the end.

In a low voice, he said: "Doctor Fang, could you spare a moment to talk?"

Fang Ziye saw that the patient and family members were quietly watching the show on the side without making a fuss anymore, so he simply nodded.

He turned and walked out of the doctor's office first, arriving at the doctor's rest room next door.

"Teacher Sang Yuerue, if you have something to say, just say it here," Fang Ziye said.

Huang Lu across from him pursed his lips, cupped his mouth and looked left and right a few times, then said: "Doctor Fang, we're all colleagues, can't you give me some face?"

"This patient is a relative of one of our hospital's vice deans."

"We already gave your department's people a heads-up before."

Fang Ziye shook his head: "I didn't receive any such heads-up, and neither did our duty doctors; our duty nurses, including me as the chief resident, didn't receive any heads-up either."

"If he really is a vice dean's relative, shouldn't you have at least notified one of us?"

"Was there? No!"

"Including our department director and superiors, there were no instructions either. What do you expect us to do?"

"Teacher Sang Yuerue, still the same words: one, either you use your capacity as on-duty director to forcefully admit the patient."

"Two, if it's a personal request, please go through our department director."

"Please don't make things difficult for me. Thank you." Fang Ziye's words were direct, yet also carried a hint of 'bitterness'.

The current situation could only be handled by the director stepping up to bear it.

What could Fang Ziye bear? He wasn't the director; strictly speaking, he was just an employee in the department — why should he bear this kind of social connection?

As the ward director, Liu Huanglong enjoyed the social conveniences of this position, so he had to bear the responsibility for it.

Huang Lu continued in a lowered voice: "Doctor Fang, can you do me a favor?"

"If I could reach your director, I would have contacted him directly. But I heard the Trauma Surgery director is from Peking Union Medical College Hospital, and an Outstanding Youth at that — he's got a bit of pride."

"But I can be sure that if Doctor Fang you could put in a word, it would definitely…"

"Teacher Sang Yuerue, you think too highly of me." Fang Ziye turned to leave.

Huang Lu reached out and tugged on Fang Ziye's sleeve: "Doctor Fang, give me some face. In the future, Doctor Fang, you might also need to arrange for family members to be admitted, right?"

Fang Ziye fell silent for two seconds, then still said quite calmly: "I don't dare rule out the possibility entirely, but my capability is limited; Professor Liu is a superior from Peking Union Medical College Hospital, and I'm not that familiar with him either."

"It's Teacher Sang Yuerue who thinks too highly of me."

"We've talked this long already; let's go out and handle the patient's matter first." Fang Ziye pulled the door open and left directly.

Fang Ziye admitted that if he spoke up, Liu Huanglong would definitely agree to let him be admitted, but on what grounds?

Moreover, Fang Ziye's current situation was that he could not take the initiative to open the latch on this back door; otherwise, Trauma Surgery would completely fall into chaos afterwards.

This wasn't Fang Ziye being arrogant, but confidence in his own ability, and confidence in the potential patient volume for mangled extremities and functional reconstruction.

They were all adults; after Fang Ziye made his position clear, Huang Lu didn't say anything threatening — the focus of this matter right now was on Liu Huanglong, not Fang Ziye.

After the two arrived at the doctor's office together, Huang Lu said: "Doctor Fang, trouble you to handle the admission procedures."

"Our hospital is a humanistic hospital; we must try our best to reflect humanistic care. The elderly came all this way late at night, which wasn't easy; they've already reached the department, and the admission certificates and such are all in order."

"They simply must be admitted."

At this moment, even the Security Office people said: "Doctor Fang, if the department has empty beds right now, just process the admission."

"If we run into emergency patients later, we'll figure something out then."

"We're all here to solve problems for patients, aren't we?"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye nodded, and spoke amid the arrogant and even slightly mocking gazes of the family and patient: "Liu Haihua, go notify the nurse station to process the admission procedures; on the upper right corner of the admission certificate, label it as arranged by the on-duty director for 'emergency' admission."

Liu Haihua immediately nodded upon hearing this, his face breaking into a smile: "Okay."

"Hello, sorry about that, thanks for waiting. Let's go to the nurse station to handle the admission registration first; once payment is done, the admission procedures will be complete. When you're settled in the bed, I'll arrange the relevant preoperative examinations in advance based on your specific condition…"

"Our department works like this…"

As Liu Haihua's voice faded away, Fang Ziye's smile reappeared: "Thank you, Director Huang, thank you, comrades from the Security Office. Actually, this patient suddenly barging in at this hour, we junior doctors also find it very tricky and difficult."

"That's why we sought the leaders' opinions."

Fang Ziye's politeness made Huang Lu extremely embarrassed; a smiling face that could no longer unfold, he swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Doctor Fang, this is actually a small matter; just get the admission procedures done."

"Right, when we encounter problems we must solve them; the patient is admitted and gets treatment, and our hospital doesn't have to expend more resources…"

"Yes, Doctor Fang, actually we're all here to solve problems, not to create disputes." Hu Liangpei from the Security Office said the same.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, both teachers. It's also very late; I won't disturb the two teachers' time any longer."

"Thank you, Teacher Sang Yuerue, Teacher Hu." Fang Ziye politely saw the two out to the department door.

When he turned back, the few people still processing procedures at the nurse station remained expressionlessly arrogant in their smiles; Fang Ziye ignored them, turned, and walked toward the doctor's rest room…

Outside Trauma Surgery, Hu Liangpei said: "Director Huang, this Doctor Fang seems to be angry; you'd better be careful."

"Last week at the hospital meeting, they said Orthopedics has a young comrade who reports directly to the dean. If he files a complaint, you might have some trouble."

Hearing this, Huang Lu's face twisted into a bitter smile: "There's no way around it either; our job, we're not human on either side, just like a tool person."

"Clinical departments call us when they need something; when they don't, what are we?"

"Let it be whatever it is."

After Huang Lu finished speaking, the elevator arrived; he went up with the Security Office people, and after parting ways on the first floor, he headed straight for the administrative building duty room.

The on-duty director needs to be on post for twenty-four hours.

After Fang Ziye called Liu Huanglong in the doctor's rest room and reported everything clearly, he went out to the doctor's office, found Liu Haihua, and said: "Haihua, after the patient is admitted, meticulously complete the preoperative examinations."

"Be extra careful; ask clearly about underlying diseases. Assigned to Teacher Yuan's group — you take personal responsibility, and also hurry up on when to schedule the surgery."

The old man still sat in the wheelchair, steady as Mount Tai, just watching Liu Haihua.

The old man's daughter-in-law heard Fang Ziye's words and finally calmed down, saying, "Doctor Fang, that's right. We came rushing here late at night to seek treatment, not to quarrel."

"Actually, this matter could have been handled by directly processing the hospitalization procedures long ago. I've already told you, I called the nurse at your department, and the other party even notified us to come for hospitalization."

"Could this be fake?"

The woman had an air of arrogance. The implication of her words was that she had told them early on how things should be, look at you, making so much trouble, and in the end, didn't you still properly fulfill our demands?

Asking you to process a hospitalization procedure is being courteous; if you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will.

"Sister, we are also doing things according to rules and procedures; everyone queues like this."

"Since you're admitted, rest well. Be sure not to catch a cold. If you catch a cold before surgery, the surgery might be postponed..."

"The weather is relatively hot at this time of year, so also avoid heatstroke..." After Fang Ziye asked concernedly a few more sentences, he left the Trauma Surgery Ward.

At the same time, Liu Huanglong's phone call went directly to Director Qi, who was in charge of general duty administration.

"Director Qi, hello, I am Liu Huanglong from Trauma Surgery." Liu Huanglong directly introduced himself.

However, although Liu Huanglong was promoted to Administrative Director of Trauma Surgery in July, from the perspective of the General Duty Office, this was not a big deal; it was merely an internal personnel arrangement of the Orthopedics Department.

"Doctor Liu, hello. May I ask why you are calling at this hour? Is there an emergency?" Qi Dongshan did not know Liu Huanglong well, but the fact that the other party could get his phone number proved they had some influence.

"Yes, there is an urgent matter."

"I would like to ask Director Qi, can the current general duty directly interfere with the issue of admitting inpatients to a specialty department?"

Liu Huanglong put it more bluntly: "For example, the issue of who is admitted first and who is admitted later? Is that how it is? Does our hospital have such a regulation?"

"Oh, by the way, non-emergency."

Upon hearing this, Qi Dongshan realized the other party was not friendly and sobered up a bit: "Doctor Liu, please don't be angry first; I don't know the specific situation on my end yet."

"You mean the general duty arranged for a non-emergency outpatient queuing patient to be admitted to Trauma Surgery, right?"

"Just arranging for admission?"

"That's right! ~" Liu Huanglong nodded in reply.

"Then this isn't a big deal either. Since they can be admitted, there must be empty beds in the department; isn't it the same whoever stays?"

"Doctor Liu, I don't know the specific beginning and end of this matter, but based on your description, it seems there isn't too big of a problem?"

"So, why are you looking for me? Is there something else?" Qi Dongshan asked.

Liu Huanglong immediately questioned: "The general duty arranged an outpatient patient for emergency admission to our department; you tell me this isn't a big problem?"

"The significance of the general duty is to represent the hospital in handling sudden events, such as emergencies, not to use the power of queue-jumping on behalf of others."

"I have two demands."

"One, this matter may have nothing to do with Director Qi, but you must transfer the patient stuffed into the ward out today; this is the core demand."

"Two, unprofessional personnel should not stay in the General Duty Office."

Liu Huanglong exploded directly, and Qi Dongshan was a bit bewildered; what temper was this?

Qi Dongshan said: "Doctor Liu, calm down, calm down. These are all small matters."

"The demands you mentioned are also somewhat inappropriate. Arranging for an already admitted patient to be transferred out—isn't that lacking in humanistic care?"

"Second, the staffing of the General Duty Office is arranged by the hospital's overall coordination; it's not something you can change just by saying so."

"And, this matter was originally not a big deal."

Upon hearing this, Liu Huanglong said: "Director Qi, you're sure it's not a big deal? Then I'll tell the patient directly that someone jumped their queue. As for who the queue-jumped patient is, I won't be responsible for the aftermath. Is that okay?"

"This is just the simplest option."

"Tomorrow, I will personally go to Dean Wang to apply for us to swap work units. You come to Trauma Surgery to do surgery, and I will transfer to the General Duty Office to work. Even if I can't do the tasks of the General Duty Office, I'll learn them in at most three days."

"Doctor Liu, which department are you from? What position are you?" Qi Dongshan was completely bewildered; this person who didn't play by the rules, where on earth did they come from?

We see each other often; is it necessary to make things so absolute?

Not to mention the identity of the person who was queue-jumped; even if they have no identity, if they make a scene relentlessly, this matter will be especially troublesome, and by then the General Duty Office will definitely be punished.

If the other party has some identity, then I, this director, will have to take off my clothes.

"Trauma Surgery, Acting Administrative Director."

"Don't bother asking who I am anymore; my two demands are just these!"

"It's still those few words: either you immediately find a way to transfer the patient for me, or I will go directly to Dean Wang now."

"The General Duty Office is responsible to the Dean, right?" Liu Huanglong said.

Qi Dongshan immediately said: "Director Liu, calm down, calm down. Can you give me some time to understand the circumstances of the matter?"

"Five minutes. Call me back, or I'll ask someone who can actually handle things."

"When did the right to admit specialty patients fall to the General Duty Office? I'll ask who exactly gave them this power." Liu Huanglong was not indulging the other party.

As a Ward Director, one is not an ox or horse to be ordered around; even ordinary administrative staff dare not casually provoke the Administrative Director of a specialty department.

After all, the Administrative Director of a specialty department is probably irreplaceable, while administrative staff can be replaced by just anyone.

If administrative staff resign, it won't affect the hospital's status and reputation; but if a top professor resigns and goes to the neighboring hospital, they will definitely take a large number of patients with them.

After hanging up the phone, Qi Dongshan directly called Hu Liangpei.

After understanding the circumstances of the matter, Qi Dongshan got angry: "Do you have a brain disease or a hole in your brain?"

"The Vice Dean didn't call the department director but called you directly, and you just did the thing? Now this matter, Director Liu has already flared up."

"Either you solve the patient yourself, or he has the Dean find a way to solve the patient; you figure it out."

"Oh, by the way, what is the background of this Professor Liu?" After feeling wronged, Qi Dongshan started asking about Liu Huanglong's background again.

"He was previously a professor at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, came to our hospital in May, and became an Administrative Director this month; he was promoted very quickly."

"He also obtained an Outstanding Youth research project. I heard from colleagues at the Research Department that this Professor Liu is very strong." Hu Liangpei's face was now all wrinkled into a bitter melon face.

"Director Qi, the patient is already admitted now; how am I supposed to transfer him out? Isn't this making things difficult for me?"

"This Director Liu is also something; it's clearly a small matter, but he has to make it so stiff. Who does this benefit?"

Qi Dongshan analyzed, "Is there a possibility that the current Professor Liu only seeks fame, not profit?"

Hu Liangpei fell silent.

This wave of people who only seek fame and no longer seek profit are very difficult to handle; you mess with them, and they will fight you to the bitter end, and moreover, most of these people are in the right.

If the other party's identity isn't prominent, then it's still no problem, but a Specialty Chief, and moreover the Hospital's absolute Big Shot, if he wants to go head-to-head with you, even if Hu Liangpei uses all his strength, it's not enough for the other party to play with.

Hu Liangpei only thought that Liu Huanglong wouldn't specially care about this kind of matter, or just muddle through, and wouldn't pay attention to these detail issues.

"Then what to do now?"

"Didn't you hear? You, Hu Liangpei, are responsible for getting the person moved out, otherwise, he will have Dean Wang get the person moved out."

"You're also a talent, clearly knowing the other party's Chief is someone the Hospital values highly, you still stuff people in there, only you're capable, huh?" Qi Dongshan started scolding.

"What if the patient is unwilling to leave?" Hu Liangpei stated the current situation plainly.

"Then it might be you who leaves, and we'll transfer in another Colleague." Qi Dongshan directly hung up the phone.

In the On-call Room, Hu Liangpei stayed silent for a full three minutes, then fiercely slapped the Table: "Go to hell, why me?"

To untie the bell, the person who tied it is needed; Hu Liangpei first called the Vice Dean who had called him earlier, hoping the other party could step in to help.

However, the other party, upon hearing, directly said thanks, thanks for the help and such words, and didn't listen to a single sentence of the rest.

As for persuasion or whatever, how could that be possible?

Then, Hu Liangpei called the patient's Family Member again, his suggestion to them was to let them temporarily transfer to other Departments, and transfer back in a few days as a compromise Condition.

The patient and Family Member also ignored him.

After a while longer, Dean Wang personally called again to ask what exactly was going on, his tone very bad, should have just heard a bad tone.

Hu Liangpei told the whole story exactly as it happened: "Dean Wang? It really was Dean Deng who had me arrange a hospitalization."

"Dean Deng had you arrange hospitalization so you arranged it, and moreover in the name of the On-duty Director, how come I've never heard of such a saying?"

"Xiao Hu, right? A few days ago during the meeting, I kept emphasizing, Trauma Surgery's patient Admission authority is self-managed, we are to help them Handle well non-medical miscellaneous tasks."

"How is it being executed on your end?"

"Dean Wang, I had no qualifications to attend the meeting, so I didn't know this matter, our Chief didn't mention it after returning either, Dean Deng he was aware, and even had me step forward, isn't this deliberately harming me?" To protect himself, Hu Liangpei directly spilled everything he should and shouldn't say.

"He merely gave you a call, you are the executor of power. You can refuse, Xiao Hu. This Hospital doesn't have only one Dean Deng." Dean Wang said.

Hu Liangpei then knew, he was done for.

The most suffering are the bottom-level people, but, the matter was indeed done by you, even if someone instigated you, you could also refuse. It's not like your life was being threatened.

……

11:40, Fang Ziye just came out of the bathroom, and heard the phone ringtone sound again, it was Liu Haihua.

Liu Haihua said: "Senior Brother Fang, the patient just admitted, he says he wants to be discharged."

"I said at this hour discharge procedures can't be processed, but he still strongly demands discharge, what to do?"

Fang Ziye heard this, thought in his heart, damn, Liu Huanglong's capability is this strong?

"Call the On-duty Director phone, inquire how exactly this matter should be done! ~"

"This patient was admitted by the On-duty Director, ask their opinion." Fang Ziye leaned against the Bedridden head, replied in a very low voice.

"Okay Senior Brother." Liu Haihua hung up the phone.

Beside, Luo Tingzhu was already pouting her Mouth and falling asleep. Summer, Fang Ziye felt a single thin blanket was already enough, the thin Silk Quilt covered most of Luo Tingzhu's figure yet still appeared slender.

Luo Tingzhu's sleeping posture is a bit Cute, she still clutched the Silk Quilt with both hands, like a surrender pose.

Fang Ziye looked it up, knew this is a subconscious manifestation of lacking a sense of security.

When Fang Ziye lifted the Blanket, Luo Tingzhu's Left Hand startled and jumped like a beckoning cat, leaning against the bed.

Fang Ziye squeezed in, thought of this morning's hand numbness, then thought of the soft feeling of full fragrance in his arms.

Enjoyment greater than pain, Fang Ziye began to rustle about, planning to pass his arm under Luo Tingzhu's Neck.

But Luo Tingzhu is especially sensitive when sleeping, shrank a bit then woke up, saw it was Fang Ziye, then turned a direction, side face into embrace and "shrank" into Fang Ziye's arms again.

Then raised her Chin, gazing at Fang Ziye in the darkness.

Fang Ziye saw this, playfully rua'd her once.

Luo Tingzhu's right elbow blocked, "Mhm mhm" a sound.

"Go to sleep……"

……

Next Day, Fang Ziye arrived at the Department very early.

When Fang Ziye reached the Department, it was only 6:00 sharp, estimate at this hour, Luo Tingzhu is still lazing in bed.

In the Ward, last night's Middle-aged Woman appeared again.

However This Moment only she alone, her husband and her father-in-law didn't come.

"Doctor Liu, Doctor Liu, please do a good deed, help me say some good words, we're discharged ah? We're already discharged." The Middle-aged Woman's posture was lowly.

Liu Haihua said: "I don't understand your meaning, please let me pass, I need to start work."

"Doctor Liu, Doctor Liu, you know, you definitely know. You guys definitely know ya." The Middle-aged Woman said.

After Fang Ziye walked in, the Middle-aged Woman sought out Fang Ziye again, saying: "Doctor Fang, Doctor Fang, you help me say some good words, we're already discharged, we're not Queue Jumping."

"Sorry, I don't know what you mean."

"Please keep quiet, at this hour most Patients are still resting." Fang Ziye said with a smile.

"If you make a scene again, I can only call the Police and report to the Security Office again."

"Doctor Fang, no no no, I won't make noise or cause trouble, you must help me say some good words ah!" The Middle-aged Woman grabbed Fang Ziye not letting him leave.

"Let go of me! ~"

"Let go of me." Fang Ziye warned her.

Restricting Personal Freedom is definitely not okay, pulling and tugging, easy to not explain clearly.

……

After the middle-aged woman pleaded for twenty minutes and neither Fang Ziye nor Liu Haihua responded, the middle-aged woman finally broke down and shouted: "Ah! ~"

"You're just a bunch of cold-blooded butchers, you all stand by and watch people die, you curry favor with the powerful..." The middle-aged woman finished cursing and left.

Many people in this world don't just hate those with connections; they hate that they themselves can't become those with connections and enjoy the conveniences that come with it.

"Inexplicable!" Fang Ziye said.

Liu Haihua said: "The matter of their family altering their child's high school entrance exam scores was posted in the class group chat."

"The child broke down last night, nearly slit their wrists..."

Fang Ziye: "..."

While his heart tightened, he also felt immensely fortunate that his original choice had been correct.

A vulgar person most taboos getting involved in disputes. A doctor is a doctor; be a good doctor, don't pick sides, don't think about how many shortcuts there are in this world.

The biggest and best shortcut is yourself.

Shortcuts, this thing, are all accompanied by danger.

To say that because of the queue-jumping matter, it escalated to the child — this matter indeed has a bit of "no martial virtue" to it.

But the matter that occurred to the child was the alteration of high school entrance exam scores; thinking of it, one cannot help but feel the 'sorrow' that exists plenty in the real world.

Many people's efforts over many years cannot withstand a single sentence's alteration, and thus their lives diverge...

It should be visible that from that family's grandfather's generation, they had some power, so they were arrogant and haughty.

But some, not many, when they encounter power and energy stronger than theirs, will quickly collapse.

When you are superstitious about power, most people will be strangled by this matter; if you are not superstitious about power, most power will not crush ordinary people.

The gloom of this matter was very quickly swept away by the arriving Jie Han.

"Senior Brother, how come you're here so early? Could it be you knew about the surprise we prepared for you?" Jie Han and Lan Tianluo, the two of them teamed up, appeared in the department at six thirty.

"What surprise?" Fang Ziye pretended not to know.

Because this surprise was truly too startling and too big, Fang Ziye didn't even feel he could accept it with peace of mind.

"Nothing much, just organized and compiled the basic inpatient data of the recent few months' mangled extremity patients into a manuscript; I think we can directly publish a paper."

Jie Han continued: "Currently, there are already twenty-one cases, no randomized controlled trial, all are positive."

"This series of concentrated case reports can declare that limb salvage surgery for mangled extremities is feasible. It's just that technical limitations currently exist, and there are no long-term follow-up results."

"But limb salvage is definitely more fragrant than amputation!"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately understood the meaning: "Oh, you guys split the article?"

"Works too; once written well it can be published."

"However, now you guys don't let me revise the draft anymore?" Fang Ziye asked again.

Jie Han and Lan Tianluo exchanged a smile.

Fang Ziye also admitted that his English writing level was not too good. But one must know, Fang Ziye went abroad for half a year, this half year?

Only practiced spoken English more.

"Then where do you guys plan to submit?" Fang Ziye asked.

"We discussed with Master; this kind of relatively novel thing, JAMA, BMJ, and Nature should all be interested."

"Master's meaning is, whoever wants it we submit there? If they don't want it, we lower the tier a bit; anyway our small team doesn't lack papers." Jie Han said somewhat excitedly.

"How about it, surprising, Senior Brother?"

Fang Ziye nodded continuously.

This is definitely a surprise.

Doing a research project, patient feedback is immediate spiritual need, peers' recognition is mid-term sense of achievement, publishing and even compiling into a volume, this is ultra-long-term sense of achievement.

No one would not want their achievements to be remembered by the world.

And this mangled extremity series was completely incubated from Fang Ziye's own participation, no longer like before where teachers fed him — they set the direction, he went to repeat.

This is truly and entirely belonging to Fang Ziye progressing together with everyone, and Fang Ziye occupies the leading position.

Lan Tianluo finally no longer concealed, and so told of him and Jie Han doing gene sequencing in the laboratory, doing gene library analysis after sequencing, and other matters.

The three spoke while squeezing into the Inpatient General Office, on one side starting to drink beverages, Fang Ziye on the other side arranging breakfast for the two "grandpas".

This needs arranging...

Joking; what Lan Tianluo gave, applying for a Distinguished Youth Fund isn't impossible, letting Fang Ziye use it to apply for an Outstanding Youth Fund project is actually a bit of a waste.

However, soldiers value divine speed.

"Is two extra portions of beef enough?" When Lan Tianluo asked Fang Ziye a question, Fang Ziye answered irrelevantly but to his liking.

Lan Tianluo and Jie Han froze awkwardly, mouths didn't reply, but the motion of their Adam's apples bobbing as they swallowed saliva had already given the response.

"Then add three portions; from now on, until you two graduate with your doctorates, all breakfasts I'll cover, can always follow this standard." Fang Ziye said.

How great is the favor of this thing?

Even if you treat one person to a hundred-yuan breakfast a day, two hundred a day, six thousand a month, eighty thousand a year calculated, twenty years may not necessarily match the value of this one project; it can make you a benchmark in the hospital, in the industry, in the field, earning you four or five million-plus back.

"Senior Brother, eating isn't a problem."

"Me and Tianluo plan to apply for some municipal and provincial small projects in your name, okay?" Jie Han asked.

Fang Ziye continued nodding.

Formal topic ended, Lan Tianluo raised his head: "Senior Brother, did you order hot dry noodles and beef? Drawing cakes can't fill the stomach?"

"Ordered, three portions, each portion added three portions of beef, ordered on WeChat, the merchant won't skimp on portions, definitely can eat full." Fang Ziye replied.

"Hehe, actually eating vegetarian is also fine." Jie Han said simpleton-like again.

Fang Ziye immediately said: "Tianluo, can you finish four and a half portions of beef?"

Tianluo was especially sensitive to data, almost instantly understood: "Thanks Jie Senior Brother, you're the one who should lose some weight."

"Vegetarian is good." After Lan Tianluo and Jie Han got familiar, they would occasionally joke about their figures, but only to that extent.

This is fine.

Fang Ziye, watching the team now walking on n legs, was also quite happy and excited.

On Nie Mingxian's side, if he pulls it off, it will absolutely be a bomb even heavier than Mangled Extremity, the kind that sends ripples ten thousand miles.

At seven ten, Yuan Weihong walked into the Inpatient General Office carrying a bowl of vegetarian Hot Dry Noodles, saying, "Heard you're all here, so I came."

Yuan Weihong looked at the Three Small Ones, and couldn't go down.

……

(Chapter End)