Chapter 515

Some things, some people do them, yet it's equivalent to having done nothing at all.

Some analogies are like 'two peaches kill three warriors' — this is an unsolvable 'open scheme'.

Professor Zhang Xingze was slightly plump; at this moment he touched his round, fleshy chin, his thick brows locking together as he said: "Professor Qiu, asking others is not as good as relying on oneself."

"Matters within our professional field should still be left to our own professionals to handle."

"Some surgical techniques, once they exist, are inherently meaningful from birth; they no longer need interviews, publicity, explanations, or other means to be newly endowed with special significance."

Professor Zhang Xingze wasn't young either; although he looked to have black hair and black eyebrows, he was actually already close to seventy years old, just well-maintained."

Naturally, the words Professor Zhang said behind closed doors were also quite ruthless.

Some things need publicity to be endowed with special meaning; some things, however, do not require this."

Dai Zhu touched his high forehead and Mediterranean hairline, his sword-like brows rising as he said: "Since ancient times, the sayings of the three teachings and nine streams have never ceased."

"Perhaps in any era, as long as one is within this framework, doctors are merely one of the lowly tools..."

The topic Dai Zhu and Professor Zhang Xingze discussed was rather high-level and sensitive.

In Eastern Han, doctors basically cannot speak of any 'status'.

Whether in official circles or among the people!

However, Fang Ziye currently cannot access such higher levels; if he could, Fang Ziye would also rather not touch that kind of high level.

Then, Qiu Zhenghua also spoke up and said a few more similar words.

Things at this level, listening to them made Fang Ziye feel slightly vague and confused, so he couldn't join the conversation.

Deng Yong beside Fang Ziye, on the other hand, listened with fear and trepidation.

The height at which Deng Yong stood was different from the height and position where Professor Qiu and the others stood; he absolutely dared not speak freely on such topics.

After a full two or three minutes passed, seeing that Fang Ziye and Deng Yong no longer replied, Qiu Zhenghua and the others only then gradually reined in the topic.

"Let's get back to Little Fang's matter; there are young people here, let's not cut off their aspirations." Qiu Zhenghua said.

The common saying goes, three hundred sixty trades, every trade produces its top master.

But there's also a saying: three generations in commerce are not as good as one generation in office!

Hearing this, Deng Yong immediately said: "Professor Qiu, Professor Dai, thank you for caring so much about our Ziye; this matter, if not for you few mentioning it, even Ziye's teachers and I would never have thought in this direction."

Deng Yong naturally dared not think this way; even if he thought it, he dared not say he had thought it, let alone complain.

In Eastern Han, if you happen to be a doctor, as long as you're hooked to this profession, if you openly say you want success and fame, or want to be rich beyond measure, you'll be slapped with that damn label.

Because everyone believes doctors must be —

'Those whose virtue does not approach the Buddha cannot practice medicine! Those whose talent does not approach the immortals cannot practice medicine! A body of righteousness, sleeves clear as wind, three meals warm and full, the four elements all empty'.

Anyone who doesn't match this label might as well change careers.

You still want to make a fuss asking people to publicize you? To make you famous?

As long as you don't starve to death, that's enough; the moment you earn a bit of money, it's the people's blood and sweat money...

Hearing this, Professor Zhang Xingze sighed; his age was relatively younger than the other few, so he also dared speak more: "I recall a rather famous saying, the full text in 'On Medicine · Preface' goes —"

"If one's learning does not penetrate past and present, one's knowledge does not connect heaven and man, talent does not approach immortals, heart does not approach Buddha, better to farm and weave for food and clothing, absolutely cannot practice medicine to mislead the world! Medicine is thus a divine and sacred undertaking, not a tool for later generations of scholars who have not completed their studies, whose livelihood is not settled, to choose a craft and dwell in. It must be that wisdom has past causes, thoughts have specialized practice, exhaustively reaching the principles of heaven and man, exhausting thought and consideration on ancient and modern books, and only then can one speak of medicine."

"A doctor with skill but no virtue cannot practice; with virtue but no skill is even more impossible."

"The 'living immortals' I have seen?"

"Forget it, let's not chat about this topic."

The words the world speaks are merely snippets taken out of context, belonging to the category of quoting out of context.

Medical ethics are also very important, but medical ethics are not the most important quality. Zhang Xingze personally witnessed some people with very good conduct but insufficient skill, and the 'matters' they ultimately produced.

Qiu Zhenghua then knocked on the table, looked toward Deng Yong's direction, voice calm, words uncanny: "Professor Deng, someone is currently investigating your team; do you know about these things?"

Hearing this, Deng Yong's whole person straightened up, as if walking on thin ice.

He personally stood up, bowed deeply toward Qiu Zhenghua's direction, not uttering a word, yet it surpassed a thousand words.

Just as Professor Gu Yuandong originally said, if not for them coming, Fang Ziye might have already capsized; Fang Ziye might know how to swim, but would still be trapped under the overturned boat, shedding half a layer of skin.

As for Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong, they might have to pay an extremely, extremely miserable price for their ignorance.

Or it could be their team, coerced by others, engaging in some private deals or shady business, selling themselves cheaply and such.

How could they sit here so innocently, naturally chatting idly?

Of course, with funding this kind of thing, as long as it's not lost, it's still there, you still can't find out much."

The funding is still here, not misappropriated, then you can say the research group hasn't yet conducted the complete follow-up of the project; what the hell are you investigating?"

A three-year project, I can't finish it in half a year or a year, the money isn't used up, how can that be wrong?"

Qiu Zhenghua followed up with another question: "Professor Deng, then I'd like to ask you one more thing."

"That is, Ziye is currently bogged down in trivialities as Chief Resident, unable to find time to attend various complex academic conferences and exchanges; this is truly a waste of talent."

"Can you think of a solution?"

Since Deng Yong knew about that matter, Qiu Zhenghua didn't chat further; the small details inside, Professor Dai Zhu and Professor Zhang Xingze both didn't know.

Not knowing is a good thing; one less person knowing means one more layer of guarantee.

Deng Yong's brows slightly knitted.

Professor Dai Zhu pushed his glasses, chuckling honestly: "Professor Deng, Zhongnan Hospital shouldn't be so extravagant as to let a Deputy Chief Physician serve as Chief Resident, right?"

"Professor Qiu got you a Deputy Chief Physician title for Ziye from the relevant department of the National Health Commission; a Chief Resident's resume can't level that?"

This isn't a hint anymore; this is an explicit directive!

You just remove Fang Ziye from Chief Resident, wouldn't that work?

Once Chief Resident is removed, he recovers his 'proper' title; then who can make a Deputy Chief Physician, Associate Professor, and Researcher slated for promotion to Chief Physician serve as Chief Resident?

"Can do!" Deng Yong nodded solemnly.

Then he still murmured an extra sentence: "Several teachers, Ziye actually only enrolled for his doctorate in September last year, and only graduated to start work this year..."

Deng Yong was explaining — it wasn't that he didn't value Ziye, but some things couldn't be too Li Ju.

Clinical work, after all, wasn't like Lab Work; if Fang Ziye weren't staying in clinical, there'd be no need to mind so much idle talk — he'd just directly put everything that should be given in place.

But clinical wouldn't work; breaking convention in clinical was too severe, would cause major problems — after all, Fang Ziye's current capability was almost impossible to replicate.

But Fang Ziye's promotion route might be "replicated"!

If problems arose then, it might implicate even Fang Ziye, this native "first-generation exception" — that was what Deng Yong had been considering all along.

"I know, then just don't move him for a long time at the Associate Professor stage!" Qiu Zhenghua also understood Deng Yong's worry.

"Clinical title evaluation has always required extreme, extreme caution."

"Even a genius like Old Wu of Hepatobiliary Surgery didn't break convention too much."

"Mainly only at Deputy Chief Physician does one have comparatively more freedom."

"Right, Professor Deng, have you considered letting Ziye develop elsewhere?" Qiu Zhenghua asked in passing.

"Sure, sure." Deng Yong also said it in passing, subconsciously nodding.

But Deng Yong immediately came back to himself: "Ah? Teacher Qiu, what did you just say?"

Seeing Deng Yong's expression, Professor Dai Zhu and Professor Zhang Xingze both laughed: "Teacher Qiu, don't joke with Professor Deng — a student like this, who'd let him wander outside?"

"Even if not wandering, they'd probably want to keep him close."

Poaching — everyone had thought of it, but before doing anything, one must consider whether it conforms to common sense.

If one's own student were this excellent, then got poached, they'd likely lose sleep for at least ten years.

Qiu Zhenghua then casually mentioned a few other more important matters.

……

After Deng Yong and Fang Ziye respectfully saw off the several old academicians, they headed toward the Hospital.

It wasn't that Fang Ziye and Deng Yong didn't want to host — these old academicians each had other matters; their trip to Han City was an ad-hoc gathering, mainly to notify Deng Yong of a few things.

On the way back, Deng Yong turned his head and asked: "Ziye, what Teacher Qiu just said about developing at Other Hospitals — how do you consider it yourself?"

Fang Ziye heard this and decisively shook his head: "Master, I feel it's pretty good here."

Today's Fang Ziye long since didn't need to worry about Job Hunting; as for the Hospital contract, it was merely a piece of paper.

Whether the penalty clause above or other restrictions, as long as Fang Ziye wanted to leave, someone would naturally handle it.

But Fang Ziye currently didn't want to leave, and there was no necessity to leave.

At Zhongnan Hospital, the Platform might not be that big, the backing not that much, but Fang Ziye was free — he didn't need to make way for anyone.

Even when Fang Ziye went to chase honors, he needed to balance no one.

Suppose Fang Ziye joined an Academician's team — would Senior Brother yield? Would teachers with more Seniority yield?

If they didn't, they'd say you're insensible; if they did, you'd feel stifled.

However, Fang Ziye was native to Zhongnan Hospital — whoever it was, none had Fang Ziye's drive; there simply was no so-called "Human Relations" of yielding or not.

Don't think such Human Relations are rare — even Olympic qualifications have "Human Relations"!

"You've considered clearly?" Deng Yong was very satisfied, yet also a bit pained.

Because now, what others could give Fang Ziye, he Deng Yong couldn't exchange even if he sold everything.

Just one thing: if Fang Ziye chose any of today's people to join, future research funding would be completely worry-free — use it as if infinite funds.

Which Academician doesn't have tens of millions in research funds?

Deng Yong didn't.

Not that Deng Yong didn't want to give, but he couldn't get it.

"Master, I've already considered clearly..." Fang Ziye replied.

"Then fine, since you've thought this through, other matters needn't cost too much brainpower."

"Three things: first, wait for official document — special approval of your Deputy Director title and new surgical technique, Level 4 Surgery authorization."

"Second, hope you expand scope and hold a main Academic Report meeting, invite more Trauma Surgery seniors and peers to attend, jointly understand Mangled Extremity, functional reconstruction surgery, etc."

"Third, hope you continuously run Mangled Extremity treatment training classes, so more aspiring colleagues have opportunity to learn Mangled Extremity limb-salvage surgery."

"Hearing these, how do you feel?" Deng Yong laughed and asked back, the flesh mole at his mouth corner twitching.

Fang Ziye had already achieved what he dreamed of; Fang Ziye had also surpassed his achievements.

Now, not just strength, but industry recognition, industry fame, were gradually surpassing him, Deng Yong.

Only waiting to walk a Procedure, then Fang Ziye would gradually assume the "Hubei Province Trauma Surgery First Person" Reputation Title.

Even without this Reputation Title, Fang Ziye was already the uncrowned king.

"Pretty excited, yet pretty calm, also feel some pressure."

Fang Ziye then licked his lips and said: "During undergrad, a teacher lectured — clinical starts as technique, later becomes teaching, finally becomes theory."

"Back then I couldn't quite understand, but now I finally have some slight grasp..."

Technique is hard currency; a clinical doctor without technique is purely Nonsense.

Of course, once technique improves, teaching is very Necessary.

One person's energy is limited, so you must Cultivate more doctors — that is true greater Contribution to society.

You Cultivate a hundred doctors, even if their technique isn't as good as yours, they'll treat more Patients than you in a Lifetime.

Facing Eastern Han's current severely scarce medical resources, Cultivating more High Quality doctors remains the eternal topic for Decades to come!

"Ziye, the further forward you walk, the greater your pressure — often it's not some force compelling you involuntarily, but your own heart that will drive you forward."

"After October, Yuan Weihong is going Overseas — he's going to Learn; don't have pressure because of that."

"Yuan Weihong is your teacher, but he's still young; he must maintain Learning vitality..." Deng Yong comforted in a soft voice.

Fang Ziye heard and also nodded.

Yuan Weihong going Overseas to Learn — a large part was for Fang Ziye; this trip, Yuan Weihong needed to more deeply Learn others' systems, concepts, team collaboration Mode, and more transparent funding, research team management concepts.

However, Fang Ziye also had his own idea: "Master, how about letting Senior Brother Li go with my Teacher Yuan?"

"Although Senior Brother Li says he doesn't want to go overseas, I can tell he actually really looks forward to studying abroad."

Actually, Li Yuanpei might be more interested in these things; of course, his own teacher must also know them.

"Did Senior Brother Li ask you to tell me this?" Deng Yong asked.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "No, Master, this is my own suggestion; I haven't even discussed it with Senior Brother Li yet."

"Mainly because I'm not suitable to discuss this with Senior Brother Li."

Fang Ziye and Li Yuanpei ultimately shared a classmate bond, so Fang Ziye wasn't suitable to condescendingly arrange Li Yuanpei's future, but he could give Deng Yong a suggestion and let Deng Yong discuss it with Li Yuanpei.

With both sides agreeing and acknowledging it, Li Yuanpei could make the most correct choice.

On the research path, one can also achieve many results, and the results achieved can even be higher than clinical work.

It's just that the immediate sense of gain isn't as strong as being a clinical doctor.

"Good, then I'll go ask."

Deng Yong continued: "The words Professor Zhang, Old Professor Qiu, and the others said today — savor them in your belly."

"Upper nine streams, middle nine streams, lower nine streams."

"In today's society, although it's a rule-of-law society, incidents of 'killing doctors' in another form still emerge endlessly; it's just that the methods and forms have changed."

"You need to experience this well, then grasp the degree of it yourself."

"That kind of vision is too high; Master can no longer help you, but perhaps one day you will face a choice."

"Is it better to be an Academician Doctor, or better to be a People's Doctor."

"All of the above are just my guesses." Deng Yong spoke such a meaningful sentence.

Fang Ziye looked at Deng Yong several times; Deng Yong then rolled his fist around on Fang Ziye's shoulder.

Fang Ziye felt a heavy weight on his shoulder; this was perhaps a handover, and also a responsibility he would inevitably have to shoulder.

It also has a name called growth.

……

Whether it's better to be an Academician Doctor or a People's Doctor — this can actually be held concurrently, but his own teacher separated them.

Fang Ziye's understanding wasn't deep, but after carefully pondering the words of those old professors today, he still faintly felt that after reaching a certain step, there would be an invisible constraint.

And such constraints have actually already appeared around Fang Ziye in changed forms —

No other reason: the current Fang Ziye hasn't encountered a patient who couldn't afford hospitalization and surgery fees for a very long time.

No other reason: recently Fang Ziye has never encountered a patient who couldn't afford to give gifts.

No other reason: if Fang Ziye were willing, every patient and family member could easily give him ten silk banners each...

Fang Ziye is only one person; when resource allocation is uneven, invisible competition inevitably forms.

This point, Fang Ziye can't control, and can't influence.

After returning to the ward, Fang Ziye headed straight for the doctor's office.

Before he reached the doorway, Ning Zhengyang was speaking —

Fang Ziye's footsteps paused lightly.

"Brother Pei, it's not that I don't want to do the professional doctorate; the professional doctorate is too competitive, I couldn't compete, so during last year's re-examination I agreed to take the academic doctorate route."

"Actually I've been curious about Industry Brother for a long time, but I was afraid Industry Brother would misunderstand that I chose Zhongnan Hospital specifically to get close to him, so I never had the nerve to come chat with him." Ning Zhengyang said.

"You shouldn't have heard of Ziye's name before, right?" Li Yuanpei asked.

"Never heard of Senior Brother Fang's name before, including during my re-examination last year — I actually didn't know, because Senior Brother Fang happened to be abroad at the time."

"After entering, I felt embarrassed; my grades aren't good, I didn't even get a foot in the door, how could I have the nerve?" Ning Zhengyang's tone was exceptionally candid.

At this moment, perhaps because Lan Tianluo found Ning Zhengyang's words pleasant to hear, he also chimed in: "Senior Brother Ning, Senior Brother Fang is very easygoing; it's not like you can't hang out with him just because you don't have grades."

Hearing this, Ning Zhengyang asked back: "Tianluo, let me give an analogy, don't misunderstand."

"Suppose you want to go befriend someone like Prince Wang; would you have the nerve to knock on his door, and do you believe others would be willing to accept you?"

"Of course, this analogy might be a bit excessive; I'm also new here, I'm genuinely embarrassed."

"The day before yesterday Master asked us to eat together; originally I was going to go, but my girlfriend had acute appendicitis, so I accompanied her for an emergency surgery, really couldn't come, didn't explain much either..."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye slightly composed his emotions.

Indeed, perhaps everyone's perspective is different.

He thought Ning Wuyang was arrogant; actually, in Ning Wuyang's vision, he himself had nearly become a "small valve"; without a suitable meeting gift, he didn't dare casually come find him to chat.

A saying goes well: if you're not from the same circle, don't force your way in with a thick skin; otherwise what awaits you is a head broken and blood flowing.

Naturally, Fang Ziye never felt he was some 'valve', needing what kind of threshold for people to see him.

But others might not think so.

Once you have some achievements and some status, those who can meet you are mostly smart people; smart people naturally consider more things.

"What are you all chatting about? What emergency surgery?" Fang Ziye stepped into the doctor's office, pretending he only heard the last sentence.

After entering, many people turned their heads or stood up and called out "Industry Brother."

Ning Wuyang also properly and honestly called out "Senior Brother Fang."

"Senior Brother Li, Tianluo, go get some drinks from the office mini-fridge; it's a holiday and everyone still came to work, it's been hard work." Fang Ziye instructed.

Li Yuanpei said: "Then that's great, Industry Brother, I won't be polite then?"

Then Li Yuanpei started counting people, and Fang Ziye took the opportunity to chat with Ning Wuyang for a while.

Ning Wuyang's undergraduate wasn't great, but his master's was impressive, and his family background wasn't bad either, so he had quite a few experiences abroad.

During undergrad and after master's graduation, he had both stayed in hospitals abroad.

His research accumulation is very good; during his master's, he published a 9-point paper and a 12-point paper.

These are the main papers; plus some messy papers, the total impact factor is nearly 100 points.

He was a genuine "research maniac."

"Ning Wuyang, how are your own professional operations? Haven't heard of you going to the Training Room either?" Fang Ziye asked.

Ning Wuyang smiled and said: "Not bad."

Then he joked very confidently: "Senior Brother, isn't this me wanting to strike a pose for Master? I was originally a PhD student, but ran off to the Training Room — what kind of thing is that?"

"He."

Fang Ziye's phone rang again right then; he picked it up and saw a Han City local number, also his personal mobile phone — possibly someone he knew.

"I'll take a call?" Fang Ziye explained.

"No problem, Senior Brother, you do your thing." Ning Wuyang nodded very politely.

"Hello, is this Teacher Fang from Zhongnan Hospital? Teacher Fang, hello, this is Little Dragon from Rongteng Pharmaceutical Company!"

"Teacher Fang, don't know if it's convenient for you right now?" The other party introduced themselves.

"Mm, not very convenient. Make it brief." Fang Ziye said.

"It's like this, Teacher Fang, don't know if we have a chance to invite Teacher Fang to share a simple meal, and chat about some cooperation matters while we're at it?"

"Our company is a domestic top-ten process medical device company, strength is still very good, and we're also very sincere." The other party said.

"Temporarily not very convenient, I'm currently Chief Resident. I'll hang up first, still have a bit of business here." Fang Ziye refused once again.

"Teacher Fang, I can come visit you at your Department..."

After Fang Ziye hung up, Ning Wuyang's expression and gaze were both a bit egg-ache —

Fang Ziye had pulled off the act again!

But no way, this wasn't an actor Fang Ziye arranged; even if Fang Ziye could arrange a few professors as actors, he couldn't possibly arrange Longtai's documentary filming and an Academician's visit, right?

"Senior Brother Fang, you really are busy!" Ning Wuyang cautiously said this.

"Just been busy recently, before nobody called me at all..."

"Wuyang, continue the topic from just now. How are your professional operations now?" Fang Ziye continued the previous topic, seeing it through.

Ning Wuyang just properly and humbly said a few modest words.

Fang Ziye could roughly guess that Ning Wuyang's level probably couldn't pass the Master's Stage Benchmark Training Room test, but he still had more aptitude than ordinary people.

But this was the result of Ning Wuyang spending a large amount of time on research during his Master's.

Only, Fang Ziye hadn't gotten a chance to speak before the phone rang again.

Fang Ziye could only apologetically leave again...

By the time Fang Ziye took the call and returned, Ning Wuyang had already teamed up with Li Yuanpei and the others and left.

Fang Ziye looked at the empty office, could only smile freely.

Hope not to be misunderstood by Fellow Trainee.

However, just as Fang Ziye was thinking this, Lan Tianluo sent a reply: "Senior Brother, I feel Ning Wuyang this person has a bit of jianghu air."

"In other words, he's pretty chuunibyou..."

Fang Ziye: "..."

As the National Day Holiday neared its conclusion, the peer calls Fang Ziye received became slightly fewer!

However, after the peer calls decreased, the frenzied barrage of calls and messages from companies began to arrive densely one after another.

Among them, there were no lack of multinational giants wanting to obtain Fang Ziye's exclusive patent license, also accepting a one-time buyout.

The prices offered were very reasonable.

If willing to sell the Microcirculation Instrument device outright, the other party was willing to pay a small goal's worth of patent transfer fee.

This money was of course not a small amount, but Fang Ziye still didn't agree.

Fang Ziye not agreeing was fine, still many people came looking for Fang Ziye.

Successful people dressed very fashionably, with shopping cards, bank cards and such things, all kinds of alcohol and tea.

Even some very fashionably dressed young girls kept adding Fang Ziye's WeChat, revealing some subtle hints —

Fang Ziye believed that if he was willing, he could spend many very wonderful dreamy nights!

Similarly, Fang Ziye was also very willing to believe that those girls who added him recently were all girls from good families...

This encounter made Fang Ziye truly believe that as long as you have enough achievements, you'll find the whole world is enthusiastic toward you.

Fang Ziye's phone was directly blown up...

October 7th, Fang Ziye had no way, could only get a new personal phone card, temporarily abandoning the previous one!

Too many calls, too many messages.

After putting the newly obtained card back into the phone, the somewhat heated phone could finally rest for a while.

This card application, Fang Ziye chose online application with mailing! Didn't go to a Business Hall to get a card.

"Finally quiet!" Fang Ziye lay on the office esports chair, murmuring softly like this.

Then, Fang Ziye finally couldn't help but dial a call — that was Teacher Brother Zu's number.

Fang Ziye's personal information leak was too severe, unbearable harassment, so he had to pull connections, get someone to help handle this matter.

Otherwise, Fang Ziye worried that his newly obtained phone card would one day also get bombed with calls.

October 6th, still during the holiday.

Brother Zu was still resting, currently out traveling; hearing Fang Ziye's call content, he first froze, then said: "Doctor Fang, there's even this kind of thing?"

"You didn't choose to report to police?"

"Reported to police, but you also know, some interception, even reporting to police can't handle it that fast." Fang Ziye complained to him.

Brother Zu heard this and suggested: "Ziye, truthfully, you calling me, you might as well look for some of the patient friends and their family members you've met before."

"A county official is not as good as the current manager; I can't control these things either."

Fang Ziye asked, "Brother Zu, this? Is this suitable?"

"What's unsuitable about this? You were harassed, you're the victim, you're just using your own connections to protect yourself, it's not like you're going around bullying men and dominating women, what's unsuitable about it?"

"A person doesn't need to be overly stubborn!" Brother Zu reminded.

Fang Ziye then, only after hanging up the phone, found in the deeply hidden contact list the mobile phone number of an elderly person who had once specially left his phone number for Fang Ziye.

Then he chose to dial it.

Soon after it connected, Fang Ziye explained the situation in just a few sentences, and the elderly person's voice came back: "Doctor Fang, there's actually this kind of thing too?"

"I'll make a phone call to ask about the situation first! ~" The elderly person did not agree.

However, roughly two hours later, Fang Ziye received another call from the elderly person: "Doctor Fang, it should be basically resolved now, you can try putting your phone card back in."

"If there are still harassing calls, you can call me again." The elderly person said politely.

"Thank you, Hong Bo." Fang Ziye said politely.

The other party's name, Fang Ziye didn't know; specific identity information and even home address, Fang Ziye also didn't know; the other party had told Fang Ziye his surname was Hong.

If it weren't for this matter that Fang Ziye couldn't handle himself, Fang Ziye wouldn't have taken the initiative to ask this Hong Bo to handle things.

Phone blown up, what kind of concept is this?

Fang Ziye previously didn't even dare to think about it; aside from being a little narcissistic, he still had lingering fear, feeling that the recent days were especially dreamlike...

(Chapter End)