Chapter 548

"Professor Fang, am I doing a bit better here?" Fang Ziye and the others had only just reached the old woman's Ward doorway when she proactively tilted her head up to ask further.

Her tone was earnest, her breathing rapid, her eyes wide open, both eyes full of a look of longing; even after so long, she still hoped to hear an affirmative voice.

Fang Ziye knew someone must have told her something in advance, so he nodded: "As things stand now, that's the case. Very worthy of expectation."

"After going through invasive and non-invasive examinations before, and then through local injection of immunosuppressants, you can understand it this way."

"Originally, the two ends of your fracture were like fire and water; the immunosuppressant is the mediator who persuaded them to stop fighting, and now the two sides have a trend of turning enemies into friends."

"The original surgery was done very beautifully; with this intermediate softening agent added, it has now already started on the bone healing process; afterward it just needs time and a certain amount of functional exercise rehabilitation assistance."

The old woman has an Escort, and a Family Member; the Family Member is her husband.

Already retired; his age is four years older than the old woman; her situation is special, belonging to a batch of early retirees.

While Fang Ziye was speaking, he walked up to Fang Ziye's front.

He extended both hands, tightly gripping Fang Ziye's Right Hand.

Not a single word was spoken, only both eyes bloodshot, breathing rapid, both hands trembling slightly, chin also trembling incessantly.

His feet gripped the ground standing very firm, until this persisted for a full half minute, then he uttered Two Characters: "Thank you."

Fang Ziye Conveniently peeled his hand off: "Uncle, your kind intentions I appreciate, though my body is strong and my strength great, being gripped by someone still hurts a little."

"You pinched me until it hurt!"

Hearing this, the Old Man hurriedly let go with both hands, his body quickly hopping back half a step, a face full of Embarrassment.

He must be the type not good with words, only constantly bowing in Apology, without too much speech.

The old woman on the bed heard at once and Scolded: "What are you doing? Wang Dafu?"

"I told you you're a rough man, can't speak properly, can't handle things smoothly, so just don't Move Hands Feet."

"Doctor Fang, he's a grabby person, don't Blame him, I'll Apologize to you."

"Sorry! ~"

Compared to the old man, the old woman appears slightly more cultured, probably went to school for a few years.

But in the old man's era, being able to go to school meant a wealthy family background; not everyone had read books.

Here, Fang Ziye and the others do not ask the Patient's name, nor do they ask the Family Member's name; this is a Rule.

Likewise, Fang Ziye and the others also need not tell the Family Members here their full names; it's a purely Doctor-Patient Relationship.

Treating and accepting treatment are both equal; both sides can Accept and Refuse!

"No problem no problem, we came to see you today, one is to tell you, this morning's recheck X-ray result is pretty good."

"Two is, although the examination result is good, getting out of bed still must not be rushed; you must wait until we Assessment is done, tell you that you can get out of bed, then you get out of bed and Activity."

"Your Stomach isn't too good, so we didn't prescribe too many Painkillers; Anticoagulants Drug also must keep being used, otherwise lying this long, you'd have grown Thrombus long ago; you also don't have too many Complaints." Fang Ziye Explained.

Actually Fang Ziye can Understand the old man's Complaints.

Lying in bed for a full Ten Years, fracture ends persistently Exist, her Anticoagulants Drug also various ways alternated for ten years.

Also because of taking Painkillers, Intestine Stomach quite sensitive.

Although selective COX-2 receptor blockers have less Affect on the gastrointestinal tract, no matter how small the effect, it cannot withstand long-term stimulation.

"Won't anymore, won't anymore, Professor Fang!"

"I'll listen to your Arrangement."

"Whatever you have me do I'll do, I'm not anxious at all, I've endured over ten years already." The old woman replied.

"Take a look at your Activity?" Fang Ziye and the others walked forward, asking again.

This Patient's bedridden Functional Rehabilitation Training, such as Quadriceps exercises and ankle pump exercises, she has long known by heart, even faster than the speed Fang Ziye recites.

She herself long-term bedridden, read a lot of related materials; under nearly ten years of Accumulation, some Undergraduates probably don't Understand rehabilitation as deeply as her.

The old woman complied.

Fang Ziye then looked at her Skin surface Scar; it had long Healed, only a faintly visible white Scar line.

However, after the old woman's trouser leg was pulled up, one could see the healthy side was a full circle larger than the affected side.

Nearly ten years of Activity Decrease, Muscle Atrophy situation still Exists.

But it's fine; her this kind of atrophy is disuse atrophy; once she herself can get out of bed, everything can Recover.

Fang Ziye and the others finished rounds, when leaving the old woman proactively Requested: "Several doctors, could you let me take a Photo of you?"

"I'm a Suzhou person; if later you come to Suzhou for travel, please definitely give me an Opportunity to thank you!"

"Just casually take one is fine."

Fang Ziye hearing this, did not respond. This kind of thing, he has no handling Experience, so he Assigned it to Gong Jiahe.

Professor Gong Busily said: "Sister, your kind intentions we appreciate; if there's Opportunity to come, we can make friends; as for photos, no need."

"Your illness dragged on this long, we actually feel quite Painful inside, more is helplessness."

"Thank you for your kind intentions." Gong Jiahe waved hand leading the team out the door.

The old woman's husband at This Moment said a sentence: "Various doctors, how can we find you later?"

Gong Jiahe and the others had already walked far away.

Patients in the Yangyuan are generally system-inside people, all slightly have some capital.

However, Gong Jiahe and the others coming here, also aren't begging for the Patient's Favor.

The group exited the suite, still heard Sighing sounds coming from inside.

……

After rounds, on the Return Journey, Fang Ziye Complained: "Actually medical layout, not suitable for this kind of standalone single courtyard, more suitable for row Wards."

"Having Single Room or multiple suites to live in is not bad; this kind of Courtyard is still too Luxurious; we doctors also run until Tired."

The Trauma Group's two Patients, separated by a full two hundred plus meters.

Although rainy days also have connected Covered Walkways, still feel a bit Weird.

Gong Jiahe said, "When the sanatorium was first established, its true intention was not that of a military region sanatorium; it was forcibly changed later."

"So, just make do with it."

"However, Professor Fang, your suggestion, I will report as appropriate to Elder Doctor Chen and our surgery department's group leader; we'll see then if we can arrange our trauma group's patients nearby."

"Actually, Doctor Fang, you also saw it — only one patient lives in this entire building; it's extravagant to the point of absurdity. Given the number of rooms in that suite, nine people could each have a single room; with three people, family members and escorts could still each get a single room."

"The original intention of the construction deviated from the final nature of use; this cannot be blamed on those who built and designed it." Gong Jiahe explained.

Fang Ziye asked, "Professor Gong, then what was the original intention of building this place? A wealthy sanatorium?"

"More or less that nature; as for the specifics, it's difficult to trace back." Gong Jiahe shook his head.

This was also not something he should inquire about.

The other two patients and their family members were in the pre-operative period; after reporting the surgery schedule to them, before long, family members brought gifts to the doctor's office.

Surgery is like this — the treatment effect is very intuitive; even for some surgeries, whether the surgeon can operate is clear at a glance before the operation.

On the contrary, for some internal medicine diseases, no matter which level of hospital, as long as it's not a particularly critical situation, doctors can hedge their bets.

Therefore, in many cases, surgical patients' reverence for doctors is relatively stronger than for internal medicine.

Other hospitals simply dare not do surgeries; they only think about discharging you, not letting you occupy bed resources!

Over time, encountering a team that dares to operate — those are all joyful occasions. At least one can see hope.

Generally speaking, if a surgeon dares to take you on, dares to schedule surgery for you, there is more or less some confidence; otherwise, they would explain in advance: let's gamble together, treat a dead horse as a living one.

The sanatorium's canteen provided fruit, but the purchased fruit was relatively more premium than the fruit provided by the canteen.

Huge cherries, and durians with flesh that looked plump, fat and plump honey peaches...

"Is it okay to accept these?" Fang Ziye, seeing the patient leave, tilted his head and asked Gu Yi.

"As long as no money is taken, it's fine. The doctor-patient relationship in the sanatorium differs slightly from that in formal hospitals; this sanatorium is a transit station."

"Before a diagnostic relationship is formed, it's already determined whether you trust the sanatorium. Whether you trust the sanatorium medical team's capability."

"If you've decided, come; if not, seek another place."

"So, although everyone doesn't know each other's names, they can still be regarded as friends."

"Even if the surgical outcome isn't great, after reporting to the various group leaders of the sanatorium at the first time, the group leaders will also go report to the patients and family members."

While speaking, Gu Yi openly unwrapped the purchased fruit platter and began dividing the peaches.

"My teeth aren't good, I'll pass. Xiao Gu, you take them back to eat." Professor Gong Jiahe declined the peaches, but he took the washed large cherries and ate several.

His mouth was full of dark red, yet he still smiled brilliantly.

Today's ward round had a very good atmosphere; the patients' high-quality rehabilitation and thanks — this is what every doctor is happy to see.

The relatively taciturn Professor Fang Zhikuan, unexpectedly quite fond of fruit, ate a peach, a segment of durian, and eight or nine large cherries in the office before stopping.

He said: "Doctor Fang, eat more fruit; it's still relatively refreshing."

"You take more back."

Fang Ziye said: "Professor Fang, aren't you taking some?"

"I'm full, I won't take any." Professor Fang Zhikuan replied.

Professor Yan Huanan as well as Miao Haoyu, Qu Shuyuan and several other associate professors were relatively young and also not polite.

They ate what they should, packed what they should pack.

After more or less everything was divided, Gong Jiahe said: "Tomorrow Professor Fang won't come for ward rounds; Miao Haoyu, you all come earlier, strive to finalize the surgical informed consent signatures early."

"The surgery arrangements, I've already sent to the surgical department in advance."

Surgeries here don't require you to deliver them yourself; it's an appointment system — just tell the surgical department the surgical method in advance."

For some more unconventional surgeries, you need to supplement the required instrument packs in more detail, or add or remove from the book temporarily — no problem; the circulating nurses and the operating room management department will all actively cooperate, no idle gossip."

After all, the surgical volume is low; everyone's work atmosphere is still relatively good."

Miao Haoyu, hearing this, said: "Professor Fang, is tomorrow noon convenient? Everyone gather for a small get-together?"

Fang Ziye said: "How about this afternoon I treat all professors to a meal out?"

"Tonight, I have to go pick someone up."

"That works too; Professor Fang, you're a local of Enshi, you surely know which restaurant has more authentic flavors." Professor Gong Jiahe readily agreed.

Fang Ziye's birthday was a private matter.

He hadn't invited in advance, and they hadn't known each other long, so Fang Ziye treating them to a meal in advance was also a matter of course.

Gu Yi also attended the afternoon dinner; Fang Ziye didn't drink, basically all blocked by Gu Yi.

This time, Fang Ziye realized Gu Yi's alcohol tolerance was very good; a catty and a half of liquor went into his stomach, yet he was only half-drunk.

After leaving, the two went out preparing to hail a taxi; Fang Ziye asked: "Senior Brother, do you want me to send you back to rest first? You drank quite a lot tonight."

"You drank quite a lot tonight."

A catty and a half, a total of seven and three-quarters cups; Fang Ziye counted very clearly.

"It's fine; I also haven't seen junior brothers and sisters for a long time; they came from afar, let's go pick them up together."

"You're not afraid I'll pass out drunk, are you?"

Gu Yi explained with professional knowledge: "If I pass out drunk, staying by your side, Ziye, is actually safer than going home."

"That's true too; thanks, Elder Brother!" Fang Ziye nodded.

A drunk person must pay special attention to aspiration; living alone, it's very easy to drink and drink and then be gone.

"We two brothers, you and I being so polite."

"Since you came, my treatment and status have shot up; I haven't been particularly polite to you either — is it that I'm too straightforward?"

Gu Yi stuck out his tongue; perhaps because he'd drunk a bit, he revealed his true feelings: "Ziye, don't look at the sanatorium's current atmosphere being so amiable; actually, this place is the most snobbish!"

"Have technique, have capability, you're the boss."

"If you lack both of those, it doesn't matter if you're an outside expert or a professor — they'll look down on you all the same."

"Don't tell me you think Professor Yan Huanan is weak when placed outside? Think carefully — how does his capability compare to Professor Han's?"

Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes, saying nothing.

Han Yuanxiao is, after all, one of Zhongnan Hospital's own people.

Gu Yi naturally understood Fang Ziye's meaning, because this was exactly what he had witnessed with his own eyes: "But Professor Yan is also proper and rule-abiding here, isn't he?"

"He doesn't dare show his presence in the slightest."

"Professor Gong Jiahe is also quite low-key in front of other groups."

"If you're not excellent enough, that itself is a kind of original sin here."

"But it's also pretty good — if it all depends on personal ability, there aren't so many messy personal connections to navigate, no need to worry about who's whose student, who's backing whom."

Gu Yi's eyes narrowed as he looked at Enshi's lights flickering on, his whole person becoming somewhat bewildered.

The more strict and severe the rules in a place, the less human touch there is to speak of.

He'd been here half a year, seen people driven out, seen people scolded until their heads bled for making mistakes, seen famous experts and professors called up for dressing-downs and finally slinking away in disgrace.

Precisely because there's no need to care about human touch, the coldness here isn't something outsiders can understand.

As the bottom-most layer, Gu Yi naturally received the most prejudice.

You could say his essence in coming here was for learning — at first, he was despised in all sorts of ways, and even his teacher got scolded along with him.

"How dare they shove someone like this in here."

Gu Yi could only bite the bullet and persist, and in the end it was through attitude and sincerity that he won recognition from Professor Gong and the others, and the idle gossip stopped.

Gu Yi had already become a fully qualified assistant.

Fang Ziye looked at Senior Brother Gu Yi, who had been away from the hospital for nearly half a year — compared to half a year ago, he had matured far too much.

"Senior Brother Gu, let's not talk about this today, and not later either," Fang Ziye said.

"Okay." Gu Yi understood Fang Ziye's meaning — he hoped Luo Tingzhu and the others wouldn't worry for Fang Ziye.

Luo Tingzhu, Lan Tianluo, Jie Han, and Fang Ziye's master's student Hu Qingyuan — the group had come together.

Feng Junfeng hadn't come; he was still a professional master's student, merged into standardized training, and didn't yet have the qualification to take leave for a teacher's birthday.

Even though he was Fang Ziye's "student," since he himself wasn't excellent enough, the department wouldn't open a back door of convenience for him.

The 18th was a Tuesday, a workday.

As for why Jie Han and Lan Tianluo could come — it's because others have the confidence, can persuade the current chief resident, can persuade Department Director Deng Yong.

"Senior Brother!"

"Senior Brother."

"Teacher Fang. Senior Brother Gu." After coming out of the station exit, they all greeted Fang Ziye and Gu Yi one after another.

"Have you eaten dinner? Definitely not, right?" Fang Ziye said.

Luo Tingzhu shook her head, the only one pushing a small suitcase: "Senior Brother, we're all waiting for you to treat us to a big meal."

Everyone else was traveling light.

"Then I'll take you to eat charcoal fire chicken — the native chicken here has authentic flavor." Fang Ziye continued.

"Elder Brother Yi, you take Lan Tianluo and Jie Han; I'll share a car with Tingzhu and Qingyuan."

"This is the student I'm taking on, Hu Qingyuan."

Gu Yi looked at Hu Qingyuan seriously a few times, then clicked his tongue: "Ziye's founding eldest disciple!!!"

Gu Yi's words carried pointed meaning.

Hearing this, Hu Qingyuan hurriedly said: "Senior Brother Gu, it's Teacher Fang's kindness, giving me an opportunity."

Lan Tianluo, hearing Hu Qingyuan so humble, also helped explain: "Hu Qingyuan is a guaranteed-admission student; in principle, our hospital's graduate supervisors must give a fairly proper reason to reject him, even file a report."

"That's pretty awesome." Gu Yi gave a thumbs-up.

Then they split up and took taxis.

At mealtime the atmosphere was different again — Gu Yi's mature bearing made him the clear center of the group, sharing anecdotes from inside the sanatorium that left everyone stunned.

After all, not having been inside to see for themselves, they found many of the rules there hard to believe.

The single fact that it's all male nurses is enough to make many people feel the sanatorium's strength is pretty damn awesome.

Gu Yi's maturity wasn't silent reticence, but a deeper understanding of this world's reality.

Your capability is one of the foundations of your social circle!

Your social circle doesn't necessarily represent your full combat power.

This was just an ordinary meal; after eating, several people took taxis to the hotel near the sanatorium.

Lan Tianluo, Jie Han and the others went to the hotel, while Gu Yi had to return to the dormitory.

Luo Tingzhu did not follow Lan Tianluo and the others inside!

Everyone tacitly understood — it's the twenty-first century now, premarital cohabitation is perfectly normal, and even though Lan Tianluo is Luo Tingzhu's younger brother, he couldn't really say much about it.

After completing check-in, Jie Han said: "Tian Luo, what do you think? According to Senior Brother Gu, this sanatorium is practically Senior Brother's paradise!"

"With Senior Brother's capability, before long he'll probably soar."

Jie Han rarely acted the "senior brother" in front of Lan Tianluo — they entered Zhongnan Hospital the same year, though they joined Yuan Weihong's master's school at different times.

Usually they interact as equals.

Lan Tianluo actually didn't take Jie Han seriously long ago, but Jie Han's writing ability and research thinking gradually changed his view.

After all, that miRNA given to Fang Ziye was actually thanks to Jie Han's weird thinking.

"Makes sense — Senior Brother Fang coming to the sanatorium is actually a relatively better choice."

"It's just too abrupt, directly breaking our clinical research rhythm."

"The department's disease types are currently in a mixed-up state, not as good as before." Lan Tianluo nodded, then asked: "Senior Brother, do you drink coffee?"

"Drink up! We don't have work tomorrow anyway." Jie Han replied.

"Tian Luo, has your academic scholarship been credited? It should have been credited too, right?"

Lan Tianluo's mouth corner curved with joy at those words: "It's been credited, even more than last year, I actually got the President Scholarship."

"Following Senior Brother around, the benefits are plenty."

Han City University's scholarships, besides the ordinary academic scholarships, also have special scholarships; among them, the President's research scholarship has very few quotas, but during the graduate stage, the First Prize is ninety thousand.

The Special Prize of the academic scholarship is only eighty thousand.

Last year the two of them got the Special Prize, this year they applied and got it again, accumulated together, this amount is not small.

A situation like the two of them getting it consecutively is very rare, because getting it once consumes many years of accumulation.

Following Fang Ziye, this also counts as taking a shortcut; high-score papers are published frequently, it would be a ghost if they couldn't get it.

If Han City University had this many teams all like Fang Ziye's team, it would have surpassed Kyoto University and Huaqing long ago.

"Senior Brother, what gift did you buy for Senior Brother? Is it really just a fountain pen?" Lan Tianluo asked.

Jie Han nodded: "Didn't buy anything else, a gift is just a token of sincerity, as long as it arrives it's fine."

"This fountain pen isn't cheap, it's over five thousand!"

"What about you?" Jie Han asked.

The two had chatted about this before, but under circumstances where neither had decided, both were still uncertain what to give.

"I originally wanted to buy one, thought about it very early on, but later, I felt giving a physical gift wasn't good, couldn't be bothered to carry it."

"I plan to design a mini program for Senior Brother alone, convenient for him to record some data then." Lan.

"That's quite unique!"

"Can I copy a copy?" Jie Han's eyes lit up.

Lan Tianluo said: "Senior Brother, you haven't had your birthday yet, right?"

Jie Han covered his eyes: "Only on birthdays can there be good stuff, is that it?"

"We are fellow disciples, we are blood brothers, right?"

"Tian Luo, me and you are in the same trench."

Lan Tianluo said: "Senior Brother, actually we don't need this mini program right now, we should first collect all the department's research project data completely, then wait for graduation..."

"The mini program I'm giving Senior Brother can process CT data."

"It's not anything special either."

The two chatted together for a long time, until the coffee was finished, then Lan Tianluo returned to his own room.

However, after returning to the room, Lan Tianluo looked out the window, and couldn't help but recall some past events, that was the senior sister he dated before, the two of them met in Enshi.

But in the end there was still no opportunity to end up together.

"..."

Next day.

Fang Ziye got up early, went out and said: "Tingzhu, you need to get up earlier, otherwise later Tian Luo and them won't have breakfast."

Luo Tingzhu murmured a sentence, lazily complaining: "Let me sleep a bit more. So sleepy."

"Five minutes, after five minutes go wash up and eat breakfast!" Fang Ziye replied.

There's no way, if only Luo Tingzhu came alone, she could sleep until noon and it wouldn't matter, but after all, still have to consider that two fellow trainees and his own students all came.

Fang Ziye is currently at the young and strong time, physical strength and energy are both relatively abundant.

So...

Five minutes later, Fang Ziye pulled Luo Tingzhu up from the bed.

Luo Tingzhu's eyes were bleary, cheeks flushed red, drowsy and a bit shy at the same time.

"Senior Brother, it's all your fault, I already said not to." Luo Tingzhu came to her senses and scolded in a low voice.

Her state today, still has to meet outsiders, isn't this making her lose face?

Good thing there are no strawberries, otherwise she'd have to put on a scarf.

"Then you hit me to vent? It's already almost eight o'clock, estimate they've all gotten up." Fang Ziye said.

Actually, Luo Tingzhu is completely overthinking, ordinary men, who would care about another man's girlfriend's state?

After eating breakfast, the group planned to go tour the Grand Canyon, then come back and start eating dinner and celebrating the birthday.

After celebrating, everyone still has to go back.

The 18th is a Tuesday, even Lan Tianluo and Jie Han only got one day off.

Today is still Deng Yong Group's surgery day, this is already not bad.

That afternoon after two o'clock, Fang Ziye brought everyone to the villa, and also pre-booked takeout to bring back and eat later.

The environment here is more comfortable, there's also a private cinema, watching a movie or something is also more relaxed and enjoyable than outside.

Fang Ziye ordered two roast fish, and also had a hotel deliver a full table of meat and vegetable dishes, placed on the dining table, basically all filled up.

Only bought one box of beer, more were drinks.

On the next door table, a cake was placed.

Fang Ziye spoke: "Today I'm very happy, various fellow trainees and Senior Brother could come to Enshi to celebrate my birthday, really very happy."

"Because every previous birthday, was one no one remembered."

"However, this kind of celebration day, I hope there can be fewer in the future, everyone is quite busy, specially took leave for me, actually also embarrassed."

"After all, a birthday is a private matter, not some traditional holiday."

"So, I'll toast everyone a cup first."

Luo Tingzhu also planned to drink, but was directly persuaded against it by both Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo.

Let's just forget about Luo Tingzhu's alcohol tolerance.

Everyone else also drank a small bottle of beer along with her.

After finishing, Gu Yi sat down and then said: "Ziye, you're no ordinary person; at such a young age, you're already starting to drag family along."

"This is your student; these are all your fellow trainees. Tingzhu is both your junior sister and your family. From now on, every single one of them, whoever you can help support, you must help support!"

"In the past, I always felt being a teacher was great, being a superior was great. Actually, it completely overlooked the pressure of being a superior and a teacher."

"However, teachers will inevitably slowly grow old, and we will also all slowly grow up, becoming more mature."

"I only hope that our future relationship can be a bit more pure."

Fang Ziye turned his head and carefully looked at each person.

The speaking Gu Yi was a senior brother, but the time the two spent together wasn't very long, yet he was still a senior brother.

Luo Tingzhu was his girlfriend, and in the future would certainly also be his wife.

Lan Tianluo, fellow trainee plus little brother-in-law.

Jie Han, fellow trainee.

Hu Qingyuan, his own student.

They were his assistants, and also his bonds.

This was a destiny, and also a reality Fang Ziye must recognize clearly as he grows and matures.

Now, Master Yuan Weihong has gone abroad for a visit, and Teacher Deng Yong still leads a group dragging family at Zhongnan Hospital.

And even without the two's organization, relying solely on Fang Ziye personally, he could still organize such a string of people — this is Fang Ziye's capability and responsibility!

"Thank you, Senior Brother, for the teaching; indeed, everyone must learn to grow up when they get old."

"I also hope our future relationship can be more pure, forming a cooperative group, doing what we want to do step by step." Fang Ziye replied seriously.

This evening, Fang Ziye didn't say many words, didn't eat much cake, and hadn't even reached thirty years old yet.

But everyone realized that from today onward, Fang Ziye had truly grown up — not just Fang Ziye's temperament and appearance, but the whole person's bearing!

The future Fang Ziye would probably never return to being just a student, only enjoying the happiness of learning.

Nor could he enjoy the mindset of being happy and expectant for a long time just from a single agreed-upon banquet.

On Fang Ziye's shoulders, he would inevitably gradually shoulder much pressure and responsibility.

After seeing off senior brother, fellow trainees, and students respectively, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu took a taxi back.

In the villa, Luo Tingzhu was tying her hair, preparing to shower.

Fang Ziye then pulled open the small box; inside lay a delicate four-inch cake: "Tingzhu, this is the little cake you love to eat."

"Mousse."

Hearing this, Luo Tingzhu's eyes unexpectedly brightened; she pattered over, then actively cut it open, picked up a piece, tasted a bite, and smiled radiantly: "Thank you, Senior Brother, truly delicious."

"If it's delicious, eat more; today no dieting." Fang Ziye said.

"Senior Brother, you eat too; eat more, only then will you have strength to do more things." Luo Tingzhu said.

Fang Ziye heard this and found it somewhat funny.

Luo Tingzhu at first didn't realize these words had ambiguity; after all, right now it was a single man and single woman sharing a room.

But after reacting, she didn't take them back either.

Everyone must grow up, and must also shed that shy, childish mindset, becoming a bit more mature and generous...

(Chapter End)