Chapter 520: Prosperous Era Reenacted (Please Subscribe)

Fang Ziye had spent a very long time seriously pondering one thing: the fundamental reason why Liu Huanglong kept such a low profile in the department.

Looking back now, Fang Ziye could see it more clearly: Liu Huanglong's character was extremely good!

Liu Huanglong clearly had many opportunities to pocket things that rightfully belonged to Fang Ziye; some of those peripheral benefits Fang Ziye couldn't even detect at all.

Yet Liu Huanglong never did so!

When he served as the "Honorary Administrative Director" in Trauma Surgery, he never told patients or family members that he was the one leading the team.

He always stood slightly behind and to the side, "assisting" Fang Ziye, feeding Fang Ziye's technical innovations back to Fang Ziye himself in an even truer form.

Not only that, even in admission procedures Liu Huanglong didn't line his own pockets; instead he demonstratively put a procedural lock on Fang Ziye!

Liu Huanglong was very clear: if Fang Ziye wanted to climb higher, the "stain" labels on him had to be scrubbed off completely.

This was equivalent to Liu Huanglong relaying, in a relatively tacit manner, all the words his father-in-law had admonished him with, passing them on to Fang Ziye.

This was a kind of unexpressed "goodwill"; Liu Huanglong didn't even spell it out — he simply hoped Fang Ziye wouldn't owe anyone any favors.

And when Qiu Zhenghua, Old Professor Gu Yuandong, and others made their rounds in the department and found no issues in this regard, it precisely highlighted Liu Huanglong's capability and the height of his understanding.

By contrast, the research side under his own teacher Teacher Deng Yong and Principal Investigator Yuan Weihong was a "messy account"!

Fang Ziye even believed that if Teacher Deng Yong had still been serving as Administrative Director in the department during this period, there was a slight chance problems would have been uncovered.

Deng Yong still needed to climb higher; the rung he aimed for required leveraging external support.

Liu Huanglong also needed to climb higher, but the level Liu Huanglong aimed for made leveraging support useless.

In other words, Liu Huanglong could single-mindedly choose to do his own job well — that was his foundation, completely different from his own teacher's foundation.

"Sigh, then do as you wish!" Deng Yong didn't say anything more.

The child has grown up; you have to give the child a certain amount of wealth to dispose of freely.

The younger generation's "consumption outlook" differs from the older generation's; if it were Deng Yong, having eaten his share of bitterness, he certainly wouldn't be willing to hand over the disposal rights to such a good thing.

Evening, 18:25.

The pre-symposium discussion came to a conclusion; Fang Ziye held an umbrella and saw Professor Liang Qizhen into his car, then said with a smile: "Teacher Liang, when you leave later, scan the QR code to pay the parking fee and send it to me."

Deng Yong went to see Duan Hong off; the department's other Big Brothers, like Qin Geluo and the rest, also stepped forward to help see off Professor Li Zhenggen and the others.

Fang Ziye naturally had to see one person off as well.

Liang Qizhen waved her hand: "Ziye, you go back first; your Teacher Liang can still afford the parking fee."

"Next time there's an opportunity, we'll discuss and exchange ideas again."

"I'm leaving then?" Liang Qizhen said.

"Teacher Liang, goodbye! ~" Fang Ziye watched Liang Qizhen leave, then turned and walked toward Trauma Surgery, sending text messages to thank the others at the same time.

He didn't send one to Teacher Deng Yong; he'd definitely be making a phone call later.

But Fang Ziye sent a thank-you text to Qin Geluo, Yan Zhiming, and the others, and also had Yan Zhiming organize things: if any fellow trainees wanted to go for late-night snacks, he'd arrange it.

"Ziye, don't underestimate your fellow disciples; not every helping hand requires treating them — save it for next time! ~" Yan Zhiming replied.

"Works too."

"Senior Brother, I'm heading back to the department to stay." Fang Ziye replied one-handed —

"Splat, squelch! ~~"

Fang Ziye accidentally stepped on a loose floor tile; the tile blasted open over a puddle, splashing water all over most of one leg of Fang Ziye's jeans!

Fang Ziye leapt sideways, but his right shoe stepped into another puddle.

"Holy crap~~" Fang Ziye muttered, then hurriedly tiptoed and ran a few quick steps forward…

Trauma Surgery, Inpatient General Office.

Luo Tingzhu watched Fang Ziye change into a fresh set of clothes, then neatly fold the wet ones and put them into the bag she had brought, before asking: "Senior Brother, how did you end up in such a sorry state today?"

"I don't know either; logically, good things kept happening today, so my luck should've been pretty good."

"Too bad the heavens didn't cooperate; it just had to rain." Fang Ziye said, straightening the collar on his left shoulder.

"Show me the certificates…" Luo Tingzhu turned her neck, looking left and right, her eyes bright and carrying a little bit of worship.

Zhongnan Hospital has never lacked professors and associate professors.

But encountering a professor and becoming an associate professor yourself — these are two completely different concepts.

"In the inner compartment of my backpack, Tingzhu, you help me take them back and put them away properly, right in that certificate file envelope." Fang Ziye told Luo Tingzhu to get them herself.

Luo Tingzhu knew the suspended cabinet where Fang Ziye usually kept his backpack; she opened the door, took out the backpack, then carefully took out six booklets of various sizes.

One was a Medical License, one an Associate Chief Physician Title Certification, one an Associate Professor Certificate, one a Researcher Title Certificate.

The other two were respectively the unit's appointment certificate for Fang Ziye as Associate Chief Physician and the Practicing Qualification Certificate…

"The photos don't look good." Luo Tingzhu tilted her head after looking through them all.

"I don't even know when this photo was taken, or where the certificate makers pulled it from."

"My associate professor and associate chief physician titles both count as passive." Fang Ziye spoke, then noticed a thread of disappointment mixed in Luo Tingzhu's delighted gaze, so he didn't continue.

He then folded his arms across his chest: "Tingzhu, didn't you say you wanted to enjoy a few more years of study time?"

"This associate professor and associate chief physician aren't that easy to hold; your Anesthesiology Department's associate chief physicians all have to practice independently, and might even oversee all anesthesia for a small operating room."

"The responsibility and risk are all on you!"

Luo Tingzhu raised her brow, reproaching: "Who says they don't like promotion and a raise?"

"Liking to study and liking promotion don't conflict."

"Forget it, I can't think about all that for now; I still need to prepare for graduation as soon as possible."

"Senior Brother, I'll take your clothes and shoes back to wash and dry them, and bring them back the day after tomorrow." Luo Tingzhu carefully put Fang Ziye's certificates into the snack pack she had just emptied.

Then she prepared to pick up the bag and leave.

"Tingzhu, didn't you say you'd send me the renovated photos? Have you been off doing experiments this whole time, so you got busy and forgot?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Oh oh oh, I'll send them to you in a bit, Senior Brother! ~" Luo Tingzhu said.

"You're in such a rush to leave, acting all mysterious — are you hiding something from me?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Mm, Senior Brother, I won't tell you for now." Luo Tingzhu had already pushed open the door.

Fang Ziye smiled mysteriously: "Actually, I've already guessed..."

"What?" Luo Tingzhu was a bit bewildered.

"1218!" Fang Ziye said.

A blank look instantly flashed across Luo Tingzhu's face, followed by her expression turning slightly ugly, as if some secret had been exposed.

She puffed out her mouth, then grinned.

"Alright, I'm done joking with you."

"I'm really looking forward to it." Fang Ziye said.

It was already October 20th now; Luo Tingzhu hadn't come to the department to see him for several days, but Fang Ziye knew her whereabouts perfectly clearly.

This little girl was always running around, and she'd even dragged Lan Tianluo along; if Fang Ziye hadn't wanted to avoid pressing for every detail about what the birthday gift entailed, he could have pried it out of Lan Tianluo.

……

In girls' lives, there would be more "sense of ritual"; in Fang Ziye's view, he didn't place much importance on that kind of ritual.

Two years ago, Fang Ziye forgot his own birthday.

After Luo Tingzhu left, Fang Ziye indeed waited for Teacher Deng Yong to arrive.

After Deng Yong pushed the door open and entered, he saw Fang Ziye had changed into a different set of clothes, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I ran into Tingzhu at the doorway."

"Ziye, even if you have a bit of status now, you can't go messing around in the department!"

"Master, when I went to see Professor Liang Qizhen off, I stepped on a floor tile and got my clothes splashed wet!" Fang Ziye hurriedly explained.

"Mm, even if young people are more open, you still have to mind your status and the occasion."

"Master isn't trying to frame you, but to help you." As Deng Yong spoke, he waved his hand, signaling Fang Ziye to follow him.

The two quickly arrived at the Director's Office again.

In the office, Liu Huanglong's office supplies and books had all been cleared out; the furnishings inside had been restored almost one-to-one to how they looked when Deng Yong was still Director.

"Ziye, Head Nurse Liu Suning still wants to come back — what's your take on this?" Deng Yong suddenly asked.

Fang Ziye said: "Master, I respect the decisions of the Nursing Department and the Hospital Leadership."

"But even if Head Nurse Liu comes back, I've already stepped down as Chief Resident; by then, it won't have much to do with me."

Even if Head Nurse Liu Suning were to return, it would be next month's matter; by then Fang Ziye would no longer be Chief Resident, so whatever Liu Suning stirred up would have nothing to do with him.

This was clearly a trap; if Deng Yong realized it and still left it for Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi, Fang Ziye could only try his best to dissuade him!

"Ziye, in life, many things are a circle — no one can walk a single path to the end."

"When you've advanced to a certain fire candidate, you'll discover you've entered a certain cycle; at that time, you'll need someone to give you a push."

Deng Yong spoke to here, then added: "Moreover Ziye, you can't completely believe some teachers' condescending guidance."

"Standing and talking without back pain — anyone can say such things without hesitation."

" 'The blacksmith must be strong himself' is true, but 'in the jianghu one relies on friends' is also true."

Deng Yong still seemed to be hinting at Fang Ziye, wanting Fang Ziye to go talk with Professor Liu Huanglong.

This was a point of divergence where Deng Yong and Fang Ziye's understandings were not quite consistent.

"Master, I understand your meaning, but personally I feel."

"Support is needed only in suitable circumstances and at suitable timing, not something to lean toward at all times. What do you think?" Fang Ziye countered.

Fang Ziye understood Deng Yong's words, but also gave his own understanding.

Favors are hard to owe and hard to repay!

When you extend a favor hoping the other person will return it, the essence of the matter becomes a transaction, and that's when favors gradually disappear.

Deng Yong was silent for a while, then said: "Ziye, when exactly did you have dealings with that Teacher Zu?"

"How come I didn't know about this?"

Fang Ziye explained: "Back when I was in Enshi, I didn't know him either; we just happened to live in the same community, and I noticed Teacher Zu's condition wasn't right."

"So I tricked him into the Emergency Department — turned out it was precisely the preoperative symptoms of a cerebral hemorrhage..."

"He originally planned to go home and sleep it off; therefore, Teacher Zu treated me pretty well."

"However, back in Enshi I already knew the status gap between him and me was huge; I never thought of contacting him or asking him for anything."

Leveraging kindness to seek repayment wasn't Fang Ziye's personality.

An accidental encounter was also a kind of fate.

"In a few days, the symposium special session will start; these next few days, settle your mindset! Rest well."

"The ancients said: giving a fish is not as good as teaching to fish."

"Admittedly, the surgeries in the department are extremely, extremely important, but when you have the opportunity to teach someone a skill, and that skill can benefit more people, we must start from the big picture."

"Reducing surgical volume, smoothing the surgical rhythm, even giving up surgery days — these choices are all advisable! ~"

"You needn't have any psychological pressure because of this; even if patients and family members gossip, it doesn't matter."

"Not doing it means not doing it; if the procedure hasn't been gone through, it hasn't been gone through, but once it's been gone through, it must be done seriously and well."

Deng Yong and Fang Ziye differed in their philosophy of relationship management, but their understanding of clinical work was completely consistent.

Yes, elective surgery hasn't started yet, so one can wait slowly; but once it starts, every surgery must be done well.

These past few days, the department's surgical rhythm had all been slowed down.

In the following three days, only two surgeries were scheduled, one of which only required Deng Yong to be Lead Surgeon and didn't need Fang Ziye to participate.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye didn't answer Deng Yong's topic, but said: "Master, Professor Liu Huanglong's favor is very hard to owe."

"A partner like Professor Liu Huanglong is also extremely, extremely, extremely hard to find."

"Besides needing capability yourself, sometimes you also have to leave a hook! ~" Fang Ziye explained it like this.

Deng Yong heard this and abruptly raised his head. A gleam flashed through his eyes and vanished in an instant.

Fang Ziye immediately lowered his eyelids: "Master, my understanding of personal charm is simply being reliable in one's actions, keeping one's word, and not boasting."

Fang Ziye did not want to leave a label of scheming in his teacher's eyes.

Actually, Fang Ziye's method was Jiang Taigong fishing—those willing would take the bait!

Liu Huanglong had gone to Hand Surgery, and no one knew when he would return.

But it was undeniable that Liu Huanglong's qualifications, resources, and capabilities would, in a few years, absolutely outclass Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong.

Such a partner was comparable to a talent like Lan Tianluo.

His sudden departure actually made Fang Ziye feel even more unaccustomed than Nie Mingxian's sudden departure!

Did he really think Professor Liu Huanglong, a Distinguished Youth, was some kind of soy-sauce-flavored product from his father-in-law?

No matter how the outside world gossiped, Fang Ziye still only believed in Liu Huanglong's strength and personal charm—

advancing and retreating with measure, leaving room for others.

It was precisely for this reason that Fang Ziye learned his method and returned this method to Liu Huanglong, so Fang Ziye also left room for Liu Huanglong.

This was merely a simple trial; Fang Ziye could not control Liu Huanglong, and Liu Huanglong could not control Fang Ziye either!

Deng Yong did not know how to respond for a moment, so he could only keep muttering in his heart that children would always grow up.

"Ziye, how do you feel about that student of yours?" Deng Yong changed the subject...

After Fang Ziye saw Deng Yong out of the department door, Hu Qingyuan listed all the questions he had organized that day, handed them to Fang Ziye, and then said: "Teacher Fang, I'll go back and rest first."

"You should rest early too. No need to rush," Hu Qingyuan said.

Recently, the two had been adjusting to each other's mode of getting along; Hu Qingyuan's questions were not many—only one or two a day.

Fang Ziye, on the other hand, collected these questions every night after returning, and before Hu Qingyuan arrived at the department the next day, most of these answers would appear as documents on his mobile phone.

"Mm, I'll be relatively busy these past few days; you can also accumulate more questions."

"I feel your thinking is still relatively open, more reliable than your Senior Brother Jie," Fang Ziye praised.

Compared with Jie Han, Hu Qingyuan's thinking pattern was much more normal.

Hu Qingyuan left the department clutching the straps of his double-shoulder bag; at the department door, Hu Qingyuan looked back at Fang Ziye once, while Fang Ziye happened to turn and head toward the doctor's office at the corner.

Hu Qingyuan pursed his lips and smiled.

Although he had been in contact with Fang Ziye for a short time, Hu Qingyuan felt a long-missing sense of fulfillment—a feeling that was rich in harvest yet somewhat wondrous.

Seeking knowledge is a person's instinct; when the thirst for knowledge cannot be satisfied, it gives one a feeling of being unsettled.

And when such unsettledness lasts long enough, it produces a sense of emptiness that is insatiable.

Hu Qingyuan was very clear that most of what he had done before was aimless rushing about, and even the articles published during his undergraduate years were done simply because there was nothing else to do.

But was that kind of thing fulfilling?

Writing such articles and doing such simple experiments was truly not challenging.

Moreover, most of the learning process in a medical major did not require using one's brain; its information volume was just too damn direct, so direct that you had to memorize many prerequisite term definitions.

If you couldn't remember them, there was no path forward; if you remembered them, the path would naturally open up...

Currently, neither clinical practice nor basic theory involved complex formulas or calculations, let alone the so-called "individualized treatment" in clinical practice!

"No!" Hu Qingyuan muttered to himself very confidently, then shook his head affirmatively.

"It's just that I've never encountered it; even in clinical practice, simply calculating a person's daily calorie consumption and requirement is only a rough estimate."

"The application of formulas and data in textbooks, apart from objective data being comparatively sensitive, most of the rest..."

Hu Qingyuan did not continue speaking.

Hu Qingyuan felt that this modern medicine was completely different from the modern medicine he understood—two entirely different categories of things.

However, ever since he came to Fang Ziye's side out of curiosity, he had met several senior brothers who were quite interesting.

This made Hu Qingyuan feel a bit of the 'atmosphere' he liked.

Hu Qingyuan had not felt this 'atmosphere' in many places; even though he had once gone to a Buddhist temple for meditation and met many interesting people, there was still no such atmosphere.

Hu Qingyuan finally stepped out of the elevator, opened his umbrella, and shielded the raindrops in the dark night from outside...

Hu Qingyuan looked at the umbrella's edge, and Fang Ziye's face kept lingering in his mind.

Actually, speaking of it, Fang Ziye was not yet his teaching benefactor; it was just that the things Fang Ziye had him do seemed very interesting to Hu Qingyuan.

Early the next morning, not even half past six, Fang Ziye woke up.

But this was not Fang Ziye waking naturally from his biological clock; he was woken up by noise!

When Fang Ziye rubbed his eyes and walked out of the Inpatient General Office, he found that the on-duty Brother Peng had also been woken up, walking out of the Doctor's Rest Room in a daze.

The noisy sound seemed to come from the department door, inside the elevator lobby.

Fang Ziye hurriedly ran with both legs, saying as he went: "Brother Peng, call the Security Office first, then call Teacher Deng and Teacher Chen Fang and the others!"

"I'll go over first to see what's going on."

Brother Peng had also just been woken up, so Fang Ziye did not ask him what had happened.

"Okay, Industry Brother!" Brother Peng also realized the seriousness of the matter and dared not delay at all.

By the time Fang Ziye rounded to the nurse station, he found the on-duty nurse and the on-duty nurse rushing back from the department door.

Their faces full of helplessness and incredulity.

"Sister Xin, what happened outside? Why are so many people arguing?" Fang Ziye hurriedly asked.

The building where Orthopedics was located was not the Internal Medicine Building or the Surgical Building; each floor had two wards, and these people were surely coming for Trauma Surgery.

The person called Sister Xin was Lu Xin, whose current title was Nurse. She was also an old comrade in the department, one of the few nurses who had not been transferred out in August.

She was not old at all, even one year younger than Fang Ziye.

Lu Xin saw Fang Ziye and showed a smile, and her tone was a bit strange: "Doctor Fang, you ask me, but I want to ask you!"

"These people were all drawn here by you — there are reporters, self-media bloggers, and some unknown individuals; many claim to be your friends."

"Fortunately, while they were still at the hospital entrance, our department staff called the police; before they could rush up, the Security Office and the police officers stationed at our hospital had already arrived to maintain order."

"About half an hour ago, our hospital's Publicity Department personnel also rushed to the scene; now many administrative staff are outside explaining to the people out there..."

Fang Ziye was dumbfounded.

"I was sleeping all last night, wasn't I?"

Lu Xin first signaled the other two junior nurses and one intern nurse from the department to leave; she then clapped her hands, shook her wrist, and said: "Yes, Doctor Fang, you were sleeping."

"But the things you did, the noise you made, was deafening enough."

"I only learned the specifics after I went out — it was you, Doctor Fang, performing mangled extremity surgery and functional reconstruction, then being valued by several orthopedics old academicians and old professors."

"The matter of them jointly recommending you for special appointment as Deputy Chief Physician exploded online overnight."

"Right now, skeptical voices and cheers are intertwined, emerging almost endlessly."

"The influence of this kind of thing is not less than the scene over ten years ago at Central South University in Sha City, when a mathematics prodigy was specially recommended."

"Moreover, this is the self-media era, so the number of people planning to rush our hospital to attract traffic is not small at all!"

After hearing this, Fang Ziye finally understood what was going on.

"Oh, oh, so that's how it is — then I'll avoid the spotlight for now! ~" Fang Ziye actually still hadn't figured out the full story.

However, it didn't prevent Fang Ziye from knowing that it was currently inconvenient for him to show his face.

After parting with Lu Xin, Fang Ziye hurried to the doctor's office and told Peng Bing not to call superiors anymore; the hospital and police were already handling this.

Right now they definitely won't let anyone rush in; moreover, these people will only be driven away, not let in!

Peng Bing had already hung up the phone, and perhaps because he called the Security Office, he learned something; his phone screen showed one of Douyin's hot searches.

The title read: "A repeat of a golden age? Or something else behind the scenes?"

"Play it! ~" Fang Ziye knew this matter might be related to him.

Peng Bing clicked play on the video — it was a self-media commentator chasing clout, saying —

"Last night, I was woken up by a phone call; they said a piece of information circulating last night had its traffic explode directly."

"The matter concerns a doctor at a certain top-tier Grade-A hospital in Han City, Hubei Province, who at only twenty-nine years old simultaneously holds the titles of Deputy Chief Physician, Associate Professor, and Researcher."

"Let me popularize some knowledge here: for clinical doctors, from junior title to intermediate title takes five years; from intermediate to associate senior title also takes five years — ten years total."

"Associate Professor is a teaching title; Researcher is a research title; both can be specially appointed; there are not a few Associate Professors and Researchers younger than this doctor."

"However, as far as this author knows, a twenty-nine-year-old Deputy Chief Physician title has not yet appeared nationwide!"

"Even for Special Class students, if they enter university at fifteen, graduate five years later, and at twenty-one obtain their Medical License while simultaneously entering standardized training."

"Then they can only be promoted to Attending Physician at twenty-six, and at least thirty-one to be promoted to Deputy Chief Physician."

"In summary, this doctor's professional title evaluation definitely went through a special route."

"According to information this author has learned, this doctor's promotion information is currently being publicly announced on the Provincial Health Commission's official website."

"According to official news, this doctor's professional title promotion was endorsed by very well-known professors in the industry, even including Academicians..."

"But behind this, is it truly this genius doctor's real ability, or is there something else hidden? Based on the current..."

This commentator's analysis was relatively objective; he didn't particularly steer the topic toward inside stories, just analyzed many possibilities relatively objectively.

"Give me the phone; let me see what the comments say."

As Fang Ziye spoke, he touched his nose: "No wonder so many people suddenly rushed over — they're all here to chase clout."

"Industry Brother, you'd better not read the comments; some are very nasty." Peng Bing had read the comments earlier.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Doesn't matter; I haven't done anything against my conscience, what do I have to fear?"

"As long as it's not my patients standing up to stab me in the back, let them scold all they want!"

Fang Ziye had not let down his patients, had not let down his teachers, had not let down his parents.

If he 'let down' netizens, or blocked some people's paths, and they want to scold — Fang Ziye can't control that; his conscience is clear!

Comment #1: "If anyone dares investigate his family background and household register, I'll do a handstand and shit, then eat it!"

Second comment.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Twenty-nine-year-old Chief Physician Researcher, Associate Senior Associate Professor, Associate Senior Deputy Chief Physician, Provincial Health Commission endorsing him — truly awesome! His family must have at least a Tianjia-level player."

Third comment.

"Everyone look quick, the video's about to get taken down."

Fourth comment.

"Eating habits truly disgusting; ten years ago that matter at least proved a world-class difficult problem — what special contribution does this unknown famous doctor have? Cured cancer?"

Fifth comment.

"Mhm mhm mhm, magical medical industry, no comment. Just hope they don't drive someone to jump off a building later; when I say 'drive' I mean really drive."

"..."

"Actually it's not bad; they're not really scolding — although doubts are extremely many! ~ But doesn't matter either." Fang Ziye said, then scrolled down a bit more.

Next, another account, also a small individual with little traffic, reposted similar news in text form on his Douyin.

Comments weren't few either; Fang Ziye glanced roughly — all were negative reviews.

But one comment inadvertently caught Fang Ziye's attention.

Yan Yidao Who Loves Dancing.

"Everyone stop spraying; this doctor is a very good doctor. The reason I can still dance now is this doctor's credit; everyone can check my past videos."

Of course, her comment sank like a stone, attracting no one's attention.

Yan Yidao — that was Yan Chu.

Fang Ziye smiled faintly, and didn't click into Yan Chu's videos to watch. Instead he handed the phone back to Peng Bing.

He raised his head and said: "Peng Bing, go write the handover notebook; the noisy sounds outside are getting quieter — most people have probably been led away."

"With the hospital stepping in, we don't need to worry about this matter." Fang Ziye said very calmly.

"Okay, Industry Brother! ~" Peng Bing nodded and started writing the Shift Handover Notebook.

Around this time, Fang Ziye discovered that at the doorways of two wards, two middle-aged men he didn't recognize were smiling at him.

When Fang Ziye looked at them, they even waved their hands at him in greeting, faces full of smiles——

Fang Ziye didn't quite understand their meaning, but he guessed that last night's Hot Search might have a certain connection to them!

Otherwise, those self-media and reporters would be impossible to have rushed into the Department in advance before the Police arrived.

They should have been prepared early, not letting self-media and reporters rush into the Department to disturb the rehabilitation and rest of inpatients……

When Fang Ziye was greeting the two, a relatively loud explaining voice sounded at the Hospital's corridor doorway: "I was called up by a doctor from below."

"Look, this is my Medical Record Book……"

(Chapter End)