Chapter 514: Not stepping out the door, yet comprehending the thousand autumns of the world (seeking subscriptions)

Liu Xiao's expression gradually became restrained, her voice very soft: "Fang Ziye, don't you give even a bit of face to an old classmate?"

"If you help me this time, it will be of great benefit to my future career; I will definitely remember your kindness." Liu Xiao continued to appeal to his emotions.

Fang Ziye's heart remained completely unmoved.

There is an old saying in Eastern Han that goes well: friendship lies in continuity, not in temporary flattery.

Fang Ziye and Liu Xiao were merely classmates; after graduating from high school, Liu Xiao had not contacted Fang Ziye once, and Fang Ziye had likewise not contacted her.

The face of an old classmate must certainly be given, but it depends on how it is given; the face of someone who pushes their luck will definitely not be given.

"Liu Xiao, you're putting it too seriously. Is there really a big difference between your status in your company and my status in the hospital?" Fang Ziye asked.

Liu Xiao naturally said: "Of course there is. Fang Ziye, you're so excellent; I did my homework before coming. As long as you agree to cooperate with our company, I believe your superior won't object."

"Anyway, for you, cooperating with any company is still cooperating, right?"

"If you could do me a small favor? I would be very grateful to you, Doctor Fang." Liu Xiao smiled as she analyzed the pros and cons to Fang Ziye.

Liu Xiao's words were full of hints, because she dared not state it outright; after all, this was the Inpatient General Office, after all not some hotel, and many things were inconvenient to explain here.

"Old classmate, putting it that way is a bit of moral kidnapping, just as you said: if our hospital cooperating with any company is still cooperating, then we must certainly weigh the pros and cons."

"Your company did not provide any assistance when our research group was developing, but if your company's survey is detailed enough, you should be able to discover it."

"Before our research group had any signs of success, someone had already cooperated with us..."

"Old classmate, I'm sorry; I am now the Chief Resident and cannot invite you out for a meal, but I can have my girlfriend go sightseeing around Han City with you." Fang Ziye had already started seeing her off.

Liu Xiao was an old classmate; if she had come to ask Fang Ziye to help treat a family member or to help get an appointment number...

If Fang Ziye refused, it would be a bit inconsiderate.

Fang Ziye could personally take someone to other specialty departments to find an attending physician or associate professor to help see patients during non-clinic hours.

But regarding the patent transfer, Liu Xiao was still overestimating her own importance.

Fang Ziye was about to stand up after speaking, but Liu Xiao reached out again and said: "Doctor Fang, don't be in a hurry; if the conditions aren't suitable, we can still talk, right?"

"I'm only stating my conditions, not the final conclusion."

"That is, Doctor Fang, if you want to cooperate with our company, tell us what we need to do; our company will try our best to meet them based on capability."

Such a huge piece of fatty meat—if Liu Xiao could take it back, she could not only get a promotion and salary increase but also receive stock rewards.

This is a very huge market; if her company could capture this market, the company's current scale could increase by at least thirty times or more.

According to incomplete statistics, currently throughout Eastern Han, nationwide there are only 120 vehicles but 1,686,364 vehicles.

This data is definitely inaccurate!

But even if every 120 vehicle is equipped with one microcirculation instrument, at a selling price of one hundred yuan each, that would be a market of one hundred million.

The selling price of the microcirculation instrument definitely isn't one hundred yuan; even if the state steps in to requisition it, it would be at least two or three hundred yuan each, making just the 120 vehicles a market of four or five hundred million.

And this is only domestic!

If sold abroad, this market would grow by at least five times, and the market share would be even larger!

"Old classmate, I'm not talking about conditions; my meaning is already very clear—I already have an intended partner company."

"Although no one from their company has called me or come to see me so far, I think that from previous cooperation, this company is still very reliable! ~" Fang Ziye said.

Hearing this, Liu Xiao's complexion changed instantly, her tone doubtful: "Has your hospital already transferred the patent?"

"When did this happen? Clearly, according to our investigation, this patent has not been transferred yet?"

Fang Ziye shook his head: "It hasn't been transferred yet, but I already have a preferred company in mind. Old classmate, don't waste your efforts anymore."

"Let me say something unpleasant: I, Fang Ziye, have grown to this point—first, I have not received any favors from your company; second, I have not been supported by you, old classmate."

"So, our relationship remains very simple—a pure classmate relationship. Help can be given, but anything involving interest disputes will change the nature of the relationship."

"I don't want this relationship to change; how you think is no longer within my consideration."

"So, no matter how you choose today, I will still treat you as an old classmate. If you come to Han City to play in the future, I will still treat you with courtesy. If you have something you want me to help with, as long as it's within my professional duties, I will certainly do my best."

"As for the rest, let's each keep some dignity, okay?"

Liu Xiao was not Liu Qiao, although they both had the surname Liu.

Liu Xiao's face was cloudy and uncertain for a while; finally, her expression gradually calmed down.

Fang Ziye's words were facts, but they were also hurtful.

Indeed, Fang Ziye's growth had nothing to do with her company, nor did it have anything to do with Liu Xiao personally; saying too much would be pure moral kidnapping.

"Doctor Fang, then I'll disturb you! ~"

"Hopefully in the future we can have more cooperation." Liu Xiao replied.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Actually, seeing you, old classmate, still makes me happy. Stay for lunch and have a work meal together?"

Liu Xiao politely refused and left.

Fang Ziye didn't take this matter too much to heart.

An old classmate is just an old classmate; mixing in too many other factors is not good...

After Fang Ziye left the Inpatient General Office, Li Yuanpei came up with a somewhat frivolous smile: "Industry Brother, is this beauty?"

"Another potential girlfriend of yours?" Fang Ziye retorted.

Li Yuanpei's face stiffened; he seriously considered for a long time before saying: "Industry Brother, if you also like her, I won't compete with you."

Li Yuanpei struggled in his heart for a long time—

Was Fang Ziye also going to take the path of a flashy surgeon playboy?

With Luo Tingzhu, wasn't that enough?

"An old classmate from high school long ago; no contact since graduation; this time she came to take advantage of me." Fang Ziye explained.

Li Yuanpei immediately said indignantly: "Then such a person shouldn't be paid any attention at all! ~"

"Who doesn't have a few old classmates by now?"

After Li Yuanpei finished speaking, he looked around left and right a few times, then said in a soft voice: "Industry Brother, Ning Zhengyang came to the department today."

Ning Zhengyang, also Fang Ziye's nominal junior fellow trainee, was Yuan Weihong's first Academic PhD student.

"Zhengyang? What's he doing in the department?"

Fang Ziye turned his head left and right, but saw no sign of anyone: "Where is he?"

Fang Ziye and Ning Zhengyang had never had any contact; this junior fellow trainee was a bit arrogant, and after enrolling, he had never come to the department even once.

Of course, Fang Ziye mainly didn't have much free time to go to the laboratory, and recently there were no necessary basic experiment research project tasks.

"He should be with Qiao Fei and Shu Lang taking the junior fellow trainees on ward rounds; I'm keeping watch for you here, so I didn't go on rounds." Li Yuanpei explained with a smile.

"What are you keeping watch for me for?"

"Let's go, we'll go on ward rounds together and see the situation." Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye did ward rounds every day, and knew the condition of all patients in the group inside out, but during the National Day holiday, Fang Ziye still maintained the habit of leading rounds every day.

He would rather spend more time handling every detail of postoperative rehabilitation patients well, than hand them over completely to the bed-management doctors.

Actually, Qiao Fei and Shu Lang, as Professional Doctorate students, had sufficient theoretical accumulation; they had upgraded from Professional Doctorate students, so their clinical experience was also enough; leading rounds for a day or two wouldn't affect anything.

Li Yuanpei continued following behind Fang Ziye, explaining: "What if Junior Sister Tingzhu came, saw you and a beauty having a tryst in the Inpatient General Office, and a misunderstanding arose — wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

"Oh, right, Industry Brother, that teaching research project data you asked me to collect before, I've already organized it!"

"Come help me review it..."

Fang Ziye had previously assigned Li Yuanpei a research project: to statistically analyze the progress of limb-salvage surgery using mangled extremity animal models in the animal laboratory.

Through statistics and analysis, objectively determine what level of basic skills is needed to master mangled extremity limb-salvage surgery, and what the average professional title, average age, and average learning duration of practitioners are.

Whether these data correlate with the lead surgeon's age...

This is also a good teaching research project; it can let future colleagues learning mangled extremity limb-salvage surgery avoid some detours.

It can directly give them a relatively objective "entry" standard.

Young people below the standard need not waste time on such surgical techniques, unless they can meet other conditions.

"Good, Yuanpei, send me a copy when the time comes, I'll take a look."

"I think the data results should be pretty good." Fang Ziye nodded, while walking toward the ward round team.

"Industry Brother."

"Industry Brother!"

"..."

"Doctor Fang..."

"Doctor Fang, you're here, I thought you weren't coming today."

As soon as Fang Ziye entered, the junior fellow trainees, and the patients and family members in the ward, all greeted him with smiles.

In the same ward, the other two groups both had Doctorate students leading rounds, but in Yuan Weihong's Group, Fang Ziye was basically in the ward round team every day, which made people feel very steady.

Although Fang Ziye's surgeries spanned three groups, he only followed Yuan Weihong for rounds.

Although patients in Vice Professor Chen Fang's group and Peng Long Team complained about this many times, Fang Ziye still didn't change his rounding strategy.

Spanning three groups for survey-style rounds is a privilege unique to a transcendent Chief Director; Fang Ziye doesn't need to be unconventional like that now.

Compared to surgical difficulty, rounding difficulty is obviously much lower; both Vice Professor Chen Fang and Vice Professor Peng Long can handle it.

After waving and smiling at the patients and family members, Fang Ziye directly asked Qiao Fei: "Which bed have rounds reached? How's the situation?"

Qiao Fei said: "Bed 14. Bed 13's muscle strength recovery is pretty good; plantarflexion, dorsiflexion, straight leg raise are all okay, and he's already gotten out of bed and started walking."

"Bed 13 had surgery on September 25th; today is postoperative day 9. Because he's a bit older, getting out of bed was a bit slower."

After Qiao Fei finished, the old grandpa in Bed 13 wasn't having it: "Doctor Fang, since you've come all this way, are you going to start rounds right here with me?"

"Do you want to take a look at me too, see how my functional recovery is?"

"Let me see if I can walk five kilometers today..."

Little old man, little old man, still a bit face-conscious.

Hearing Qiao Fei say his functional rehabilitation wasn't good enough, mentioning his old age, he immediately changed tune and said he wanted to go walk five kilometers.

Qiao Fei didn't say more; Fang Ziye rubbed his hands with hand disinfectant, leaned beside the grandpa in Bed 13, and simply assessed the muscle strength of important lower limb muscles.

Then said: "Examination done. Your current situation: you can walk at most eight hundred meters a day! ~"

"Five kilometers is still a bit exaggerated. Remember, this is my medical order today."

"At most eight hundred meters; you walk four hundred meters, that's eight laps back and forth in the department, split into four times, two laps each time, okay?"

The department is about fifty meters long north-south; two laps back and forth is exactly two hundred meters.

On postoperative day 9 after functional reconstruction surgery, starting to walk five kilometers is still exaggerated; after all, he's an eighty-three-year-old elderly person.

Preoperative muscle condition wasn't good; although not paralyzed in bed, daily walking was inconvenient, so muscle strength hadn't been exercised at all.

The old man listened and obediently said: "Doctor Fang, since you say so, I won't walk five kilometers; I'll walk eight hundred meters. In the hospital, one must listen to the doctor."

Fang Ziye gave him a way down, and he took it.

Otherwise, out there mixing in society, the awesome boasts he blew would have to be paid back, and his hundred-odd jin would be accounted for...

No one would hold him to keeping his word anyway; the old man's escort was temporarily only his grandson, because his son and daughter-in-law went home to cook.

"Grandpa, look, I said you just need regular exercise every day, no need to force it."

"Doctor Fang said so, you're not allowed to disobey."

"I heard Dad say you were still walking a lap in the department at two in the early morning yesterday. You still need to pay attention to rest now, can't be too unrestrained." The young man said with a smile.

Then to Fang Ziye: "Doctor Fang, isn't there any better medicine in the hospital? If you have suggestions, definitely tell us promptly."

"Price being a bit more expensive doesn't matter; I see Grandpa's daily drip costs only three hundred-something yuan..."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye said: "No especially good medicine for now; what should be prescribed, what's useful, we've all prescribed."

"The old man is old; gastrointestinal function is originally poor. Taking more medicine isn't good. If he can slowly recover without taking medicine, still choose less medication."

"Whether Chinese medicine or Western medicine, both should be taken less..."

Fang Ziye admonished.

Although it's said that what's promoted on the market is that Chinese medicine has no side effects, while "Western medicine" has major side effects, in recent months Fang Ziye has encountered several elderly people in the department who ruined their stomachs from taking Chinese medicine.

One of them even developed mild gastric bleeding; although the problem wasn't serious, since then Fang Ziye no longer advises patients in the department to buy Chinese medicine on their own from outside.

Unless it's absolutely necessary — for instance, if the patient was already conditioning their body with it before surgery.

Fang Ziye continued: "Now that you're in the hospital, leave the rehabilitation plan and the surgical treatment plan to us, alright."

The young man nodded: "Of course, I'm just asking around a bit; I was afraid Doctor Fang you'd be reluctant to use the good medicine, so I just asked casually."

The young man tactfully indicated his "not short of money" label.

As of now, although he hasn't started a family yet, he himself owns a small company, and the taxes he pays alone every month amount to over a hundred thousand!

From Grandpa's hospitalization until now, the total money spent isn't even a fraction of what he pays in taxes — just a bit over thirty thousand.

Of course, that's not the most important thing; the old man has commercial medical insurance with full reimbursement.

……

Fang Ziye then took people to Beds 14 and 15 and assessed the patients' basic conditions in relatively meticulous detail.

Bed 14 is relatively young, only in his forties, but he's a bit too afraid of pain, so his rehabilitation isn't going well either; Fang Ziye had the bed-managing doctor continue strengthening analgesia management.

Bed 15, on the other hand, is rehabilitating very well and currently needs to stop medication, but seems to have a bit of athlete's foot, so Fang Ziye still suggested adding one more topical medicine.

After leaving, Fang Ziye summarized:

"As for specific medication, Liu Haihua, I won't prescribe it for you; you go figure it out yourself, just use it until it's about right."

"Besides pain management, remember to communicate more with family members, and have family members strengthen supervision."

"For functional training, family supervision and patient-friend supervision are more effective than medical practitioner supervision."

"Bed 15, Gong Luoyuan, is yours, right?" Fang Ziye turned to look at the tall Gong Luoyuan.

Gong Luoyuan lowered his head slightly, hands originally placed on his abdomen; hearing this he immediately extended both hands and started taking notes: "It's under my management, Senior Brother."

"Bed 15 currently has athlete's foot, which belongs to fungal infection; if not controlled, the fungus could spread to the wound surface and become very troublesome."

"You request a dermatology consultation; if you can do it more meticulously and deeply, you can take the prevention and control of this foot fungal infection in functional reconstruction surgery as a small research project."

"In clinical practice, treasures are inexhaustible!"

"Gong Luoyuan, although you've only just started managing beds, you've been in the department for quite a while now; some basic knowledge and the basic routines of bed management, you've already understood them all, so you should start cultivating your own research thinking."

"This small project, you can operate alone, or you can request to collaborate with Senior Brothers."

"Of course, you can also not do it, choose to do your own thing — all of that doesn't matter." Fang Ziye analyzed carefully.

Gong Luoyuan hadn't spoken yet when Liu Haihua immediately replied: "Do it, Senior Brother; I'll do it together with Luoyuan then!"

"In a few days we'll go look up literature."

Every time Fang Ziye points something out, doing it afterwards yields good grades; only a fool wouldn't do it.

Gong Luoyuan also immediately nodded: "Thank you, Senior Brother."

Fang Ziye nodded, then made a round of inspection, and finally fixed his gaze on Lan Tianluo, who was standing relatively far from Ning Wuyang and not saying a word, then looked at Ning Wuyang again.

Ning Wuyang's height is slightly shorter than Fang Ziye's, tall and thin, and his appearance can also be described with the two words "handsome and refined."

Ning Wuyang's skin is fair, and it seems to have been deliberately groomed; his hairstyle is unique yet not unruly, his beard shaved very clean, not even stubble left.

Nose high and straight, cheekbones slightly wide, eyes also very bright and spirited; the whole person's temperament is both steady and possesses aggressiveness.

"Ning Wuyang, today is your first time coming to the department, right?" Fang Ziye called out to him.

Ning Wuyang smiled upon hearing this: "Hello, Senior Brother Fang."

"Mm, let's do ward rounds first, we'll chat after rounds are done……"

Fang Ziye then said: "Hu Qingyuan, you must organize from start to finish all the cases we did rounds on today, not limited to diagnosis, clinical presentations, and corresponding examination data."

"You brought a USB drive, right……"

"I did, Teacher Fang." Hu Qingyuan nodded.

After Fang Ziye expressed approval, he was about to walk to the next ward, but was suddenly stopped by Shu Lang.

Shu Lang immediately asked with eyes looking very shrewd: "Senior Brother Fang, can I help Xiao Hu?"

Fang Ziye paused at the words, his departing steps halting: "Why would you help him?"

"Don't overthink it; this is just hammering his basic skills, quickly getting him started — it's not like there's some good stuff being hidden from you."

"You guys already got started long ago……" The corner of Fang Ziye's mouth twitched slightly……

And this scene, although just a small joke, was entirely taken in by Ning Wuyang's eyes.

……

Originally Fang Ziye had agreed to go chat with Fellow Trainee Ning Wuyang after rounds were done.

As a result, Fang Ziye hadn't even reached the last room when Master Yuan Weihong and Professor Deng Yong personally came to find Fang Ziye at the same time.

When Fang Ziye left the ward, the patients and family members were quite uncomprehending.

Deng Yong said: "Everyone, sorry about this; Doctor Fang has some other work arrangements right now, in a bit Doctor Yuan will continue leading the team on rounds."

"Really sorry."

"Professor Deng, what matter can't wait until rounds are done?" A patient asked with a smile.

Deng Yong shook his head: "That won't do; this is Doctor Fang's good thing. Can't be delayed! ~"

"It's just rounds, not surgery……"

Deng Yong just said this one sentence, then led Fang Ziye away.

Fang Ziye himself felt a bit baffled.

After Fang Ziye followed Deng Yong from Trauma Surgery back to Hand Surgery, Fang Ziye asked: "Master, is there some urgent matter?"

"Or is it someone coming to find me again?"

Deng Yong nodded upon hearing this: "It's Teacher Dai Zhu and Teacher Zhang Xingze; both are currently in the office downstairs."

"Old Professor Qiu Zhenghua is also there; the three of them came specially to see you……"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's heart trembled violently.

People of a kind gather together; things of a kind divide into groups.

Zu Haiguo being able to invite two Academicians might be because the two Academicians were giving Zu Haiguo face, but Old Professor Qiu Zhenghua inviting Dai Zhu and Zhang Xingze, two "Academicians," to Zhongnan Hospital was completely beyond Fang Ziye's expectations.

"Master, why?" Fang Ziye did not understand at all.

What virtue and ability do I have now?

Virtue not matching position will surely bring its opposite.

Fang Ziye being able to unexpectedly meet two old Academicians was entirely based on the life-saving grace of Zu Haiguo; Zu Haiguo didn't know what he was thinking, just brought the two people to see him, this belonged to 'repaying kindness.'

But what heaven-defying achievements did Fang Ziye himself have worthy of three Academicians coming as a group to see him? None.

"This matter is a long story; if it weren't for the guidance of several seniors, even I would be in the jar!"

"The specific reason, let's wait until later to say." Deng Yong's expression was somewhat solemn; after speaking, he directly brought Fang Ziye into the Director's Office.

After Deng Yong pushed the door and entered, Fang Ziye followed closely behind.

Inside sat three elderly people, all looking kind and amiable; Fang Ziye recognized Old Professor Qiu Zhenghua, but today he was not wearing gold-rimmed glasses, instead changing to a pair of rimless glasses.

There were two others; one was Mediterranean, with a high forehead, sword eyebrows, also wearing glasses, but compared to Old Professor Qiu Zhenghua, he appeared somewhat plump, with apple cheeks particularly prominent.

"Hello, Teacher Qiu."

"Hello, Teacher Dai! ~" Fang Ziye recognized Teacher Dai Zhu without Deng Yong's introduction, an Academician of Shanghai Ninth Hospital of Magic Capital; although no longer active clinically, he still enjoyed prestige in the domestic academic world.

After meeting the two old Academicians, Fang Ziye went through all the Academicians' resumes and photos once more, clearly recognizing every person.

The other person was also slightly plump, with a round face and round chin, thick eyebrows but a dense hairline, absolutely not looking like someone over seventy years old.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang! ~" Fang Ziye greeted the two people in turn.

Academician Zhang Xingze, from Ji Province Medical University Third Hospital, currently very active in both clinical and research fields.

Fang Ziye's courtesy drew a round of observation from the three people.

Then Dai Zhu took the lead in opening the topic: "You look clear-eyed and handsome, and are quite sturdy; you look like a good seed for our Orthopedics Department doctors."

Hearing this, Deng Yong smiled along: "Teacher Dai, Ziye has already been brought here; let me first go pour you a cup of tea……"

After Deng Yong finished speaking, he slipped into the inner room of the office to buy time, giving the four people a relatively peaceful environment.

Fang Ziye's gaze moved with Deng Yong for a while, and could only watch helplessly as the 'Stove King' teacher who was always good at shouldering things left, leaving him alone, facing the 'output' of three big shots.

Fang Ziye then put on the most brilliant commercial smile since his birth; Fang Ziye estimated even his gums were showing.

Seeing this, Qiu Zhenghua also saw Fang Ziye's nervousness, and thus said: "Ziye, after my investigation, I discovered that things about you are somewhat different from the ordinary! ~"

"Your team, starting from March this year, began performing the first Limb Salvage Surgery for Mangled Extremity, and in May began routinely carrying out Limb Salvage Surgery for Mangled Extremity."

"In June or July, you began routinely performing Functional Reconstruction Surgery!"

"However, so many heavyweight pieces of news, the entire network actually had almost no information! ~"

"Including but not limited to the reports of the mid-year academic conference of your Hubei Province, they were only a few words."

"I inquired further; actually, people who know your team is performing these procedures are not few, including some non-medical professionals."

"This is very strange."

"Someone must be deliberately blocking your team's achievements and news!"

"On this point, I am very certain! ~" Qiu Zhenghua's one sentence made the atmosphere tense.

At this moment, it seemed the heat waves outside the window went wild a bit, inappropriately slapping the window with creaking sounds.

"Teacher Qiu, our department did not deliberately publicize or anything."

"After all, we do research and clinical work, not specifically publicity or news." Fang Ziye replied!

We didn't publicize ourselves, nor went to national academic conferences to exchange; everyone doesn't know much, isn't this very normal?

Hearing this, Teacher Dai Zhu said: "Ziye, if you think this way, it's a bit too shallow."

"Patients coming for treatment are not necessarily medical students or doctors, but you are a professional doctor, so you can solve problems for them."

"You yourself are not in the news business, but there are very professional news people in your Hubei Province; they actually never heard the wind and moved! ~"

"Even reporters from Longtai Technology Channel could, after hearing about your team's matters, specially come to film a documentary."

"Hubei Province as a province, why not take such innovation as a publicity point?"

"Could it be that there are no news workers with such a sense of smell?"

"Not so! ~"

"And, according to the feedback from Director Zu Haiguo of the National Health Commission, the reason he can see what your research group is doing is because your school Han City University's Science and Technology Development Institute submitted it to the relevant departments of the National Health Commission."

"If I didn't guess wrong, your team might have been temporarily penned up."

Dai Zhu continued: "Of course, the malice in doing this is not great; it's just hoping your team can first prioritize serving local people of Hubei Province, and then benefit patients nationwide."

Dai Zhu's tone was calm, but his gaze was somewhat cold.

Some might feel that once reaching Dai Zhu's level, one would transcend the mundane and feel being a doctor is good.

Actually not so; Dai Zhu felt even more that being a doctor has too many rules and regulations; sometimes, these people of his, even have to cooperate with schools and hospitals, in their old age, taking photos and posing with some students.

Often having to attend administrative meetings instead of academic conferences; when the two conflict, priority must be given to administrative meetings……

"But, we haven't done anything, nor encountered anything special, right?"

"Teacher Dai, wouldn't thinking this way be a bit too?"

"Subjective and one-sided?" Fang Ziye retorted.

It wasn't that Fang Ziye was unwilling to believe, but he didn't have the ability to solve this matter!

How to solve it?

Except for leaving Hubei Province, Fang Ziye couldn't get out of this circle.

You're a doctor; can you publicly make any statement saying the hospital's television station doesn't interview you, the Publicity Department doesn't publicize you?

As long as Fang Ziye dares to post it, if he posts at eleven o'clock, by twelve o'clock he'll be sprayed to death online!

Medicine doesn't follow the path, but doctors cannot actively seek fame; this is the label pasted onto the profession itself — you can cry injustice all you want, it's useless.

Even if Dai Zhu and the others came, it would still be useless!

This problem has no solution.

Fang Ziye's heart was filled with emotion and apprehension.

He had thought he was already living freely and without worry, never expecting it was merely another kind of well-bottom.

Fortunately, in this modern society with developed technology, one can experience the world's myriad scenes without leaving the house.

Good and evil are already difficult to distinguish, no longer truly opposing sides.

Everyone is a smart person.

In the office, silence fell for a while...

This problem is solvable, yet also unsolvable.

(Chapter End)