Chapter 512: Uninvited Guest! (Seeking Subscriptions)

"Who told you these things? Or is it your own understanding and summary?"

Good fellow, Fang Ziye originally thought he only had to deal with a fellow trainee named Ning Zhengyang, but unexpectedly he also had to first deal with an intern named Hu Qingyuan!

Interns with this kind of awareness are generally arrogant and have very solid foundations; if you can't show enough charm to conquer them, they won't give a damn about you.

A thousand pieces of gold are easy to get, but a good general is hard to find.

You've just eaten a few more years of meals and think you can make him obediently become your student? Dream on.

"Part of it was said by teachers, part is my personal understanding."

Hu Qingyuan continued: "Teacher Fang, the reason I like Orthopedics is not just because it's a branch of surgery; as a male student, I simply prefer the surgical specialty."

"Even more because it is the second life besides life and death!"

"Second life?" Fang Ziye interjected.

Hu Qingyuan sat squarely, hands clasped before his chest, occasionally blinking to steady his emotions, his voice and expression calm: "Yes, it is my own understanding of it as a second life."

"Our true self life is just being alive; the second life is movement! A life without movement has no experience and can even be said to have no meaning!"

Hu Qingyuan continued explaining: "Admittedly, my understanding like this is rather extreme."

"However, our Orthopedics is precisely the kind that saves this second life."

Fang Ziye heard this and continued asking: "A bit interesting, huh?"

"Then Thoracic Surgery and Cardiac Surgery both save the first life; why didn't you choose them?"

According to Hu Qingyuan's understanding, wouldn't directly saving lives be even better?

Hu Qingyuan finally spoke his trump-card understanding:

"Teacher Fang, the continuation of the first life without a second life is a kind of sorrow, a kind of torture, a kind of pain!"

Fang Ziye's head ached slightly after hearing this.

In the end, Fang Ziye still put on the airs of a teacher: "Come on, tell your story. Someone who can say these words — don't tell me you haven't had any past experiences."

Neurosurgery — many people are saved, but they aren't really alive.

Many industry peers have discussed whether a vegetative survival state has any meaning, any necessity of existence. For the patient himself, has his soul life already reached its end?

For the patient's family, does such a family living on instead drag themselves into an abyss?

An undergraduate able to have this deep an understanding — he's naturally no simple character!

Hu Qingyuan touched his high forehead, laughing with teeth bared: "Teacher Fang, I myself am relatively lucky; my family members are all healthy, and my close relatives have no similar experiences."

"But I once had a classmate whose father suffered exactly this kind of misfortune."

"His grades were pretty good, but he dropped out because of it. I ran into him when I went home last year; he's now doing takeout delivery in Han City, quite a sigh-inducing situation."

"If he could have attended university normally, he would at least have gotten into Han City University."

Fang Ziye asked: "What about his mother? Would his mother agree?"

"My classmate's mother passed away very early..." Hu Qingyuan replied.

October 1st, the first day of the National Day holiday.

The sunlight outside the window was scorching, shining straight down, illuminating the balcony of the Trauma Surgery Inpatient General Office.

Heat waves rolled outside the window, clashing with the cold air from the central air conditioning inside, making the green radish leaves on the windowsill sway — a world of ice and fire.

Hu Qingyuan entered pushing the door, holding two thick white-covered textbooks in his hands: Campbell's Operative Orthopaedics Volume 1 and Volume 5 (14th Edition).

"Teacher Fang, do you think these two textbooks are suitable?" Hu Qingyuan placed them on the table, carefully spreading out his notebook and the two books one by one.

Volume 1 is General Outline of Orthopedics · Joint Surgery · Amputation; Volume 5 is Trauma Orthopedics.

Fang Ziye clicked his tongue in wonder: "I suggested those two textbooks yesterday, and you got them this morning? Your capability is pretty good, huh?"

"Prepared them long ago?"

Hu Qingyuan shook his head: "Teacher Fang, these are pirated copies I bought on Salted Fish, delivered to the door within the city. I placed the order last night, and he delivered them this morning."

"The genuine ones are a bit too expensive; can't afford them!"

A set of Campbell's, genuine through any channel, costs at least two or three thousand, maybe even more.

"No matter, pirated is the same; as long as you learn the knowledge inside, you can buy a genuine set to make up for it when you have money later." Fang Ziye didn't mention that he himself was the type to board the train first and buy the ticket later.

How could ordinary medical students possibly afford so many genuine medical works?

"Me!" Fang Ziye was about to speak further when his private phone suddenly rang.

"You look through them first; I'll take you to the Emergency Department later to do a few minor operations. We'll practice the basics first — you can get a feel for our Orthopedics' entry-level disease types." Fang Ziye explained while walking toward the window, facing the heat wave outside.

"Hello? Good day!" Fang Ziye politely greeted first.

"Is this Doctor Fang from Zhongnan Hospital? Hello, hello." A very magnetic and uniquely charming middle-aged male voice traveled through the microphone into Fang Ziye's ear canal; the vibration of the voice was a bit ticklish.

This timbre was truly among the top-tier ones Fang Ziye had ever heard.

"I am Zou Yu — Zou from Zou Ji, Yu from Zhou Yu. I'm from Jishuitan, and also your colleague, Doctor Fang." The self-introduction came from the other end of the phone.

Jishuitan, a famous Orthopedics hospital, one of China's Orthopedics holy lands, even more awesome than Tongji Hospital — the undisputed "King's Holy Land" of domestic Orthopedics.

"Hello Teacher Zou, I am Fang Ziye from Zhongnan Hospital." Fang Ziye didn't give a detailed self-introduction; the other party could find his number and call, so they definitely knew his full name.

At the same time, Fang Ziye also turned on the speakerphone.

On the other side, Hu Qingyuan very familiarly typed the name into the Baidu search box, walking toward Fang Ziye while holding up his phone, scrolling the encyclopedia page up and down.

Zou Yu, graduated from Capital Medical University in 1993. Currently serves as Director of Hand Surgery, Party Branch Secretary, and Director of Outpatient Department at Beijing Jishuitan Hospital.

Chief Physician, Professor, PhD Supervisor.

Academic Appointments (Current):

Vice Chairman of Asia-Pacific Wrist Joint Society (APWA); Committee Member of International Society of Orthopaedic Surgery and Traumatology (SICOT) Hand Surgery Expert Committee.

Vice Chairman of Chinese Medical Association Hand Surgery Branch;

Standing Committee Member of Microsurgery Branch; Deputy Group Leader of Bone Microscopic Repair Group under Orthopedic Branch; Deputy Group Leader of Peripheral Nerve Group under Hand Surgery Branch. Vice President of Chinese Medical Doctor Association Microsurgery Branch...

After a long string of various academic appointments, there was an even more consolidated introduction—

Professor Zou Yu is the Person in Charge of the National Key Specialty (Hand Surgery Project)……

"Doctor Fang, are you free right now?" Professor Zou Yu asked politely once more.

Fang Ziye was bored out of his mind, yet also busy out of his mind!

From this morning until now, Fang Ziye had already been bombarded by unfamiliar numbers a full eight times, each call lasting ten or twenty minutes.

Up to now, three or four hours had passed; Fang Ziye had done nothing but answer calls, and he hadn't even had a proper chat with Hu Qingyuan a few times.

Sometimes he hadn't even finished filling in the previous teacher's notes before the next call came in.

The calling units were many: there was Magic Capital Sixth People's Hospital, Magic Capital Ruijin Hospital, Fuda Affiliated Zhongshan Hospital, Magic Capital Ninth Hospital, Kyoto University Affiliated First Hospital, Third Hospital, Huaxi Hospital, Xiangya Hospital……

This was the ninth one.

"Teacher Zou, please speak." Fang Ziye said directly.

At the same time, Fang Ziye directly signaled Hu Qingyuan to start recording.

Hu Qingyuan was quite sensible; the boldness and 'little pride' from the past few days had all been reined in today, and he held his little notebook properly and honestly acted as a transcription assistant.

Hu Qingyuan was an intern aspiring to Orthopedics, and an extremely excellent undergraduate, a recommended-graduate candidate.

Han City University's recommended-graduate candidates can go straight to Peking Union Medical College Hospital; Peking Union Medical College Hospital also recognizes Han City University's excellent recommended-graduate students, and Zou Yu's grades were even near the top—if he were willing.

Whether it was Peking Union Medical College Hospital or Jishuitan Hospital, he could go to either.

However, in just one morning, Hu Qingyuan became even more certain of his idea that he need not seek far.

Basically, in his understanding, domestic Orthopedics professionals with a bit of Jianghu Status who could obtain Fang Ziye's phone number through other back channels had all already called Fang Ziye once.

"Doctor Fang, I won't beat around the bush either. According to the facts I understand, the improvement of your Microcirculation Instrument is very suitable for our Hand Surgery's Limb Replantation Surgery."

"This project is currently still in the application review for Phase I clinical trials, right? I wonder if our Jishuitan Hospital can also become one of the first batch of clinical trial sites?"

"Our hospital's Hand Surgery, on the technical level, assisting in completing this instrument's Phase I clinical trial should be no problem." Zou Yu said quite modestly.

Fang Ziye hurriedly said: "Teacher Zou, you're too kind. You are an expert from Jishuitan Hospital; technically there's certainly no problem. However, the current clinical trial of this Microcirculation Instrument, I've handed it all over to the more professional Teacher Liu."

"Our hospital's Teacher Liu Huanglong is the Hand Surgery specialist; I believe he understands the current domestic Hand Surgery situation better than I do, so I won't dare to pretend to be an outsider guiding an insider."

Fang Ziye spoke very politely; an outsider guiding an insider is complete nonsense.

Zou Yu heard this and let out a sudden strange grunt: "Hmm~~~~"

"Doctor Fang, you've handed over the selection rights for the clinical trial sites? That's really unexpected." Soon, Zou Yu returned to his normal tone, still pleasant-sounding.

"Teacher Zou, mainly I'm afraid of trouble, so I handed the follow-up matters to Teacher Liu. Do you know Teacher Liu's contact information? I can send it to you." Fang Ziye replied.

"No need! ~ Thank you, Doctor Fang."

"Doctor Fang, if you have a chance to come to Jingdu in the future, be sure to let me know. If you don't dislike our age gap being a bit large, I'd like to chat with you." Professor Zou Yu actually made such a suggestion.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's gaze flickered, and he hurriedly said: "Teacher Zou, you jest. To have a chance to consult you is something I could only wish for."

"Doctor Fang is too kind; learning has no bounds, learning first is progress."

"Then Doctor Fang, I won't disturb you much more. Let's keep in touch." After Zou Yu finished the key points, he actively hung up.

After Fang Ziye finished the call here, Hu Qingyuan also happened to finish recording.

Putting away his pen, Hu Qingyuan continued to carefully cross-reference the information on the encyclopedia, then pursed his lips, poked his flat nose with the pen end, his gaze sweeping back and forth over Fang Ziye……

If one or two professors from such famous hospitals called Fang Ziye, it might be actors Fang Ziye hired, but Fang Ziye wouldn't dare fake seven or eight professors, and with different identities and statuses at that.

Furthermore, Fang Ziye's current identity and status have absolutely no need to deceive me—what am I, Hu Qingyuan, anyway?

So, today's many calls are purely coincidental!

I just happened to encounter Fang Ziye's moment of glory; Hu Qingyuan became even more firm in his inner thoughts.

"Teacher Fang, Jishuitan Hospital Hand Surgery Director, Teacher Zou Yu."

"Not Ward Director, it's the Hand Surgery Chief Director." Hu Qingyuan emphasized, letting Fang Ziye make more detailed notes.

Jishuitan's Orthopedics isn't Zhongnan Hospital; Hand Surgery has only one ward there, but their Hand Surgery has several wards, even several hospital areas.

"Okay, thanks, Qingyuan." Fang Ziye lowered his head and first pulled the window gap a bit tighter.

As time drew closer to noon, the stuffy heat outside grew more intense; at this hour, continuing the ice-and-fire two worlds at the window, it leaned more toward heat.

"Teacher Fang, what do you want to eat for lunch?" Hu Qingyuan asked somewhat ingratiatingly.

In his heart he was calculating how to turn the address 'Teacher Fang' into 'Master'.

Putting himself in others' shoes!

Fang Ziye has no need to hire so many actors for himself; others have no need to act for Fang Ziye's sake.

So many big shots calling Fang Ziye simultaneously—it must be that some achievement of Fang Ziye's has gained these big shots' recognition, even reverence!

This is no joke!

Magic Capital Sixth People's Hospital, Ruijin Hospital, Fuda Affiliated Zhongshan Hospital, Magic Capital Ninth Hospital, Kyoto University Affiliated First Hospital, Third Hospital, Huaxi Hospital, Xiangya Hospital, Jishuitan Hospital……

Zhongnan Hospital—any random professor stepping forward, can you invite big shots from this many hospitals to call and try?

Tongji Hospital also doesn't have several professors who can achieve this.

And this scene happened to this young teacher Fang Ziye, and it happened right before my eyes.

"I'm fine with anything; you choose today."

Fang Ziye repeated: "You choose. I've been Chief Resident for most of half a year; I've almost developed choice paralysis from takeout."

Hu Qingyuan thought seriously for a while, then said: "How about we eat covered rice?"

"Sure! ~" Fang Ziye wasn't very picky; if it's a work meal, he's even less picky.

After agreeing, Fang Ziye sent a voice message to Chen Guo, who was on duty at the Emergency Department Emergency Surgery Clinic: "Sister Guo, hello, I'm Fang Ziye."

"Could I trouble you to help me collect a few simple debridement patients today? I have a student here who wants to try operating."

"I'll personally bring him to do it when the time comes."

To find Emergency trauma patients, calling Wang Yuanqi and them at the Trauma Center isn't appropriate either, because trauma that simple gets digested internally by the Emergency Department and won't be sent to the Trauma Center.

Zhongnan Hospital's Emergency Department is such a large department; it's impossible for them to not be able to handle a few-centimeter laceration. For wounds generally determined to require Trauma Surgery management, the Emergency Department has several criteria.

First, greater than six centimeters; second, involving muscle layer damage or deeper — directly refer to Trauma Surgery.

Third, involving nerve damage — directly refer to Hand Surgery……

Chen Guo didn't reply immediately; instead, Hu Qingyuan ordered takeout while flipping open the General Outline volume of Campbell's Operative Orthopaedics:

"Teacher Fang, are we going straight to hands-on operation today? You don't need to take me to the Training Room to check my Basic Skills?"

Hu Qingyuan actually felt a bit of regret; his Basic Skills were indeed quite good, otherwise he wouldn't have passed Ruijin Hospital's Re-examination so easily.

Fang Ziye hadn't replied yet when the phone rang again.

Hu Qingyuan very sensibly shut his mouth and continued listening in!

"……"

October 1st, Afternoon!

From one to five o'clock, Fang Ziye directly set his phone card to only alert for calls from the Contact List.

No choice; Fang Ziye still had his own matters to attend to, and he also had to guide and test this student Hu Qingyuan. If he kept answering calls,

it felt satisfying, but it seriously delayed normal work.

At 5:23 PM, when Fang Ziye led Hu Qingyuan out of the Operating Room, Hu Qingyuan's complexion was slightly pale, his speech halting, and he explained anxiously:

"Teacher Fang, I was a bit too nervous today, so the Debridement just now didn't handle the details well. I'm not usually like this."

Fang Ziye turned on his call alerts while turning his head: "Qingyuan, this isn't your fault. Some small details not handled well is no big deal."

"Your current Basic Skills — handling this kind of Debridement is indeed still a bit difficult. Professional operation can be practiced slowly; what I mainly want to see is your Theory and Basic Skills level."

Hu Qingyuan's Basic Skills are truly very solid; in one afternoon, Fang Ziye assessed them. Hu Qingyuan's Trauma Surgery core Basic Skills are as follows——

Suturing Technique should have Level 2 Proficiency; Debridement Technique, Incision Technique, and Hemostasis Technique are all between Level 1 10/20.

If comparing horizontally from Fang Ziye's current Panel against Hu Qingyuan's Basic Skills, then Hu Qingyuan would definitely be a weakling.

But considering that Fang Ziye himself, during his Master's Third Year, still didn't have many Level 2 Basic Skills, one can know just how strong Hu Qingyuan's Qualification is now.

Hard to conclude compared to Lan Tianluo for now, but compared to the previously relatively outstanding Shu Lang, he's even more outstanding.

Key point: he's still in the Internship phase!

And a student as outstanding as Hu Qingyuan generally wouldn't prioritize Zhongnan Hospital for graduate studies; they'd go to famous hospitals like Ruijin Hospital, Huashan Hospital, Jishuitan Hospital, or Beijing Third Hospital.

Hu Qingyuan proactively helped Fang Ziye lift the Emergency Department's door curtain; the heat wave and dazzling light from outside flashed in, making Hu Qingyuan's eyes narrow slightly.

"Teacher Fang? Compared to Mangled Extremity and today's trauma, is there an objective comparison?" Hu Qingyuan asked curiously.

Hu Qingyuan learned that Fang Ziye originally created the Mangled Extremity limb-salvage surgery, but he'd never witnessed it, so he didn't know the difficulty comparison between the two.

Fang Ziye raised his head, pondered slightly, then replied: "If we talk difficulty coefficient, today's trauma is a 2, then Mangled Extremity's difficulty should be two thousand to three thousand!"

"Ah?" Hu Qingyuan's legs directly went weak!

His whole body trembled.

Admittedly, Hu Qingyuan had heard that after Internship ends, one basically only reaches the Village Entrance opposite the main gate of Medicine; only after Master's and Standardized Training end can one barely see the threshold.

But Fang Ziye's comparison like this also gave him a thick sense of frustration.

What's the difference between his performance just now and a Teletubby?

"No rush; the Master's years are definitely when you'll improve fastest."

"It's hot outside; let's go quickly……"

Fang Ziye had just spoken here when the phone unexpectedly rang again. Fang Ziye picked it up, looked, and gave a soft "Mm."

"What? Teacher Fang?" Hu Qingyuan's mind was sensitive right now, afraid of being disliked by Teacher Fang!

Teacher Fang is clearly only a few years older than himself, but the capability gap?

It might really take many years of his own effort to have a chance to approach Teacher Fang.

"Nothing."

Fang Ziye had already answered the call, warm and polite: "Senior Sister Xie, hello. How come you have time to call me?"

After speaking, Fang Ziye waved at Hu Qingyuan who was about to take notes, meaning he knew this person.

Xiangya Third Hospital Postdoctoral Mobile Station staff Xie Xin!

"Junior Fang, your phone is really hard to get through! ~ It's been busy the whole time; you really are busy! ~"

"I not only have time to call you, but because your phone is so hard to reach, I'm already in Han City now." Xie Xin said directly.

"Senior Sister Xie, you came to Han City? Want me to have Tingzhu come pick you up?" Fang Ziye felt surprised.

He'd received quite a few calls today, but someone coming all the way from Out of Town directly — this seemed to be the only one.

"No need; we'll arrive at Zhongnan Hospital soon. I'm not alone……" Xie Xin hung up.

When Fang Ziye saw Xie Xin at Zhongnan Hospital's entrance, there were indeed two people standing beside Xie Xin: a middle-aged man and a young man.

Xie Xin didn't come alone; she brought people with her — precisely Xiangya Hospital Hand Surgery Professor, also the Professor Tan who had called Fang Ziye before.

Professor Tan had also discussed a Phase I clinical trial pilot with Fang Ziye on the phone; Fang Ziye had declined on the phone, telling Professor Tan to contact Liu Huanglong.

……

"Senior Sister Xie, Professor Tan, hello." Fang Ziye generously stepped forward to shake hands with both.

Xie Xin wore a long skirt and introduced to Professor Tan and the young man beside Professor Tan: "Professor Tan, Doctor Zheng, this is Doctor Fang Ziye, whom I've met a few times before."

"Doctor Fang, hello. We spoke on the phone this morning." Tan Zhongyu's tone was full of vigor; one listen and you could tell he was the type with great confidence.

"Professor Tan, let's go up and chat; it's too hot here! ~"

"In a bit, our hospital's Professor Liu Huanglong will also come over." Fang Ziye hurriedly guided the group upstairs……

Guests from afar; can't let them chat at the Hospital Entrance.

Fang Ziye led the group all the way to the Trauma Surgery Director's Office. The Director's Office spare key is with the Head Nurse; the on-duty Nurse can get it.

Xiangya Hospital Hand Surgery Professor Tan, in the entire Central China Region's jianghu standing, ranks only below Peking Union Medical College Hospital Professor Zhong Junyu; his strength is extremely formidable.

In front of him, Liu Huanglong was nothing but a "stinking little brother," so Fang Ziye naturally would not slight him.

Hu Qingyuan and today's duty doctor had already prepared tea; since there were not enough chairs in the director's office, they moved a few more over from the doctor's office.

Fang Ziye glanced casually at the message, and after everyone was seated, he said, "Teacher Tan, Teacher Liu is already on the way."

"I am very sorry; I did not receive your call in advance this afternoon, otherwise I would have sent someone to pick you up."

The respect for outside experts was also fulfilling the duty of a host, demonstrating Zhongnan Hospital's hospitality.

"Doctor Fang, actually, Teacher Tan and I coming over, the purpose is also very direct! ~"

"I wonder if you still remember, Junior Brother, you promised me that you would help me with a favor." Xie Xin spoke directly, her tone far more coquettish than when Fang Ziye had met her before.

Xie Xin's figure was the fully ripe type; a mature aura emanated from her body, red lips slightly parted, breath fragrant as orchids.

Xie Xin was extremely decisive and direct; one does not know what benefit Professor Tan Zhongyu of Xiangya Hospital's Hand Surgery gave her, to actually make Xie Xin use that one condition she had previously agreed with Fang Ziye — that Fang Ziye must help!

It was this past May, the time Fang Ziye went out to "run wild."

It was through Xie Xin's matchmaking.

Speaking of this wild episode, Fang Ziye now recalls it with a chill down his spine and hair standing on end.

To tell the truth, that "adventure" fortunately had no issues; otherwise, his own career might have been delayed five to ten years!

If Old Professor Gu Yuandong found out he actually left the province to run wild, he estimates everyone including his own master and a group of old professors would scold them until blood flowed.

"Senior Sister Xie, since you put it that way, naturally there is no problem. However, the specific details still need Professor Tan to slowly negotiate with our hospital's Hand Surgery Professor Liu."

"The debugging quantity of this equipment is certainly also limited! ~" Fang Ziye could only agree.

A person cannot be without trust!

Although it was just a crazy farce, a promised matter must be done.

"Then thank you, Junior Fang."

"Junior Fang, may I be greedy and ask for one more request?" Xie Xin's tone was gentle and warm, extremely alluring.

However, Fang Ziye was someone who had experienced Luo Tingzhu's charm bombardment; Xie Xin's looks were certainly not bad, her figure also lovely, and she even had a fully ripened charm.

But compared to the person by his side, Fang Ziye felt Luo Tingzzu was still more pleasing to the eye by a few degrees.

"Senior Sister Xie, since you yourself said it is being greedy, then it is better not to be greedy; you should not bring it up either."

"I am lowly in status and my words carry little weight; the things I can agree to are extremely limited! ~"

"Senior Sister Xie, you haven't eaten yet, right? I'll have Tingzhu take you and Professor Tan to eat dinner right away! ~" Fang Ziye had already sent Luo Tingzhu a message long ago.

Coming from afar, the guest is honored; moreover, they previously helped him and Luo Tingzhu, so naturally he must host them.

"Junior Fang, you are truly ruthless."

"If you don't agree, I'll go tell Tingzhu." Xie Xin's voice remained extremely alluring.

Fang Ziye no longer replied, but said to Professor Tan Zhongyu, "Teacher Tan, I just messaged Professor Liu, and Professor Liu has already agreed."

"You also have Professor Liu's contact information; the subsequent details, just let you and Teacher Liu communicate between the two of you……"

As Fang Ziye was speaking, Liu Huanglong had already hurriedly pushed the door open from outside, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

After entering, he then slowed his pace; upon entering he smiled like a flower and said, "Teacher Tan, hello, I am Liu Huanglong; you used to call me Xiao Liu."

"Truly sorry, I did not know you would visit in person; I failed to welcome you from afar……"

In the entire Central China region, there are not many people who can make Liu Huanglong this respectful — only four or five.

Although Liu Huanglong achieved success at a young age, his respect for elders and the proprieties he observes are not lacking in the slightest.

Professor Tan Zhongyu knew Liu Huanglong, and Liu Huanglong also knew the other party.

But at this moment, Tan Zhongyu's aura suddenly became very strong: "Professor Liu, calling you Xiao Liu I dare not accept; when we spoke on the phone this morning, you had far more momentum than now."

Tan Zhongyu was lodging a complaint; Liu Huanglong could only blush in embarrassment.

He could only brace himself and explain: "Teacher Tan, it's not that I was deliberately putting on airs; it's just that recently there have been many incoming calls, I am lowly in status and my words carry little weight, I dare not offend people, so I simply chose a one-size-fits-all approach."

"Currently, everyone contacting me, I refuse them all."

"Otherwise, later on, agreeing to one and refusing another would definitely offend people." Liu Huanglong explained candidly.

He is also finding it very hard right now; although the follow-up of this project will bring him many connections and many resources, if not handled well, it could also be a buttload of trouble.

After Liu Huanglong finished speaking, he looked at Fang Ziye again, then at Tan Zhongyu: "Of course, what our hospital's Doctor Fang agreed to, I certainly have no objections."

"As long as your hospital's approval procedures are in place and the process complies, we will be very willing to cooperate with a famous hospital like Xiangya Hospital."

Tan Zhongyu nodded slightly, continuing in a yin-yang sarcastic tone: "Then many thanks for Professor Liu's generosity."

While the few people were chatting like this, suddenly, two unfamiliar middle-aged men's voices came from the doorway.

The voices went from muffled to gradually clear.

"Professor Jin, it's right here!"

"Haven't come for a long time; everything here is arranged exactly as before, no difference."

"Just don't know if there's anyone in the office; I called but no one answered, maybe the phone numbers have all been changed."

"But it doesn't matter; we can have the duty doctor help us contact them." A middle-aged man's voice was very fair and reasonable.

Hearing these words, Liu Huanglong, still at the doorway, gently pushed the door open. He looked out the window in puzzlement.

After the door opened, through the crack he saw two middle-aged men standing outside the door.

One was bald, with shifty-looking features, looking somewhat similar to Liu Huanglong; the other had a big belly and a very prominent double chin.

Liu Huanglong had not yet recognized the other party, but Professor Tan Zhongyu sitting in the office stood up at once, awkwardly yet politely greeting: "Professor Jin."

The beer-belly double-chin middle-aged man was more direct: "Tan Zhongyu?"

"Sure enough, Sha City is closer to Han City than our Yangcheng is."

Then, Tan Zhongyu took the initiative to introduce Liu Huanglong and Professor Jin to each other, as if she had become the host.

However, just as everyone was in an atmosphere of joy and smiles, Fang Ziye suddenly shot out cold words like arrows: "Teacher Liu, what are you doing here?"

The visitor was Liu Qiao, also known as Senior Uncle Liu!

(Chapter End)