Chapter 563: Job Title Cannot Hide the Oddball (Requesting Subscription)

Fang Ziye's talk of mutual learning was mere courtesy; everyone knew in their hearts that once Fang Ziye entered the animal testing laboratory, it would be one-sided teaching.

Many people instinctively feel either expectation or resistance toward the words "young and accomplished," especially in the medical industry, because some seniors have achieved great exploits.

Even more people fear young people performing high-difficulty, high-level surgeries for no clear reason.

However, facts speak louder than words!

Under a great name there are no mediocrities; since Fang Ziye had just arrived, everyone still maintained superficial respect for him, first thinking he was somewhat capable and waiting to see what would happen.

They did not voice their inner doubts right away.

After Fang Ziye performed the first functional reconstruction surgery—a surgery currently popular in Hubei Province's hand surgery circles—he gained everyone's trust and recognition!

In the surgical system, technique is king.

What others worry about is not that you are young, but that you wear the hat of "young and accomplished" wrongly and have come up the heterodox path of the outer gate.

Du Donglin immediately replied: "Professor Fang, roughly when can we start?"

Du Donglin had previously been the group leader of the hand surgery study group and worked in the sanatorium; perhaps Old Chinese Doctor Chen and others, as well as Zheng Dahai, the group leader of surgery, had put some pressure on Du Donglin.

Du Donglin had also studied it, but functional reconstruction surgery is easy to learn and hard to master.

Functional reconstruction surgery was not independently developed by Fang Ziye; it already existed, and the hand surgery departments of Shuiquan Tan, Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Capital People's Hospital, and Huashan Hospital have also carried it out successively.

It is just that with Fang Ziye it achieved a grand synthesis, at least for the time being.

The functional reconstruction surgery performed by Du Donglin's group cannot be called a failure, just unremarkable; this type of surgery was temporarily shelved.

"Let's tentatively schedule it for weekends; I need to span trauma surgery and hand surgery, and I have many usual matters—surgery during the day, practicing surgery at night. I hope all teachers can understand." Fang Ziye said politely.

These people were neither his fellow trainees nor his students; necessary courtesy was required, but there was no need to be as courteous as with the teachers of his own hospital.

"Professor Du, you will have trouble then; please prepare more models in advance!" Fang Ziye said.

Professor Ye Fusheng nodded: "Professor Fang, that's no problem; whether ordering or making them in the laboratory ourselves, there is enough time, and the quantity supplied will be very sufficient."

Hand surgery sub-group, three professors.

Du Donglin, Ye Fusheng, Yao Zhanzhong.

Professor Ye Fusheng was of medium height, with a large bald head and a broad build; according to Professor Gong Jiahe, Professor Ye was meticulous as a hair and was the housekeeper of the hand surgery sub-group.

His fingers were very short; at this moment he touched his chin and asked: "Professor Fang, would it be convenient for you to grant an unreasonable request?"

"Several months ago, I heard that Professor Fang gave many lectures at Zhongnan Hospital; I wonder if it would be convenient for you to give us a talk on those contents during your free time in the evenings or afternoons?"

"The time of your lectures, due to the special nature of our work here, we were unable to attend; although we received the shared materials, we always felt something was missing in terms of guidance."

"Naturally, the specific time still depends on whether Professor Fang finds it convenient." Professor Ye laughed until his double chin creases showed, his face full of kindness.

Professor Ye Fusheng had only recently been promoted to professor, having just been promoted before coming!

He was from the hand surgery department of Huaxi Hospital, where internal competition was severe; even chief physicians could not lead groups. To accumulate seniority while biding his time, he applied to settle down in the Enshi Yangyuan.

"That's fine, Professor Ye, though I might be lazy and just use the previous courseware."

"Mainly because there are many things now; one of my students is a recommended graduate student who will come after the festival, and another doctoral student will also come after the doctoral assessment ends." Fang Ziye briefly explained.

It was not that Fang Ziye was arrogant or putting on airs, but there were too many things to do; he had to arrange his time very meticulously and dared not take on too much.

Fang Ziye increasingly felt that the more he walked forward, the less time was enough, and the burden on his shoulders grew heavier.

Fang Ziye did not want to lie flat, yet wanted to do something of his own, so he had to make choices!

"It's all right, Professor Fang; this certainly depends on whether your time is convenient."

"Also, if Professor Fang needs live demonstration during the lecture, just tell Professor Yao in advance; Professor Yao has high attainments in animal testing models."

"Whatever material you need, he can find it for you." Professor Ye looked at Professor Yao Zhanzhong, signaling him to speak up quickly too.

Professor Yao Zhanzhong nodded, hands clasped at his chest, and said with imposing bearing: "Professor Fang, let's exchange contact information then; just let me know in advance."

Among the several professors, Professor Yao Zhanzhong had the highest looks; in his forties, he looked like he was in his thirties.

His figure was very good, his features handsome, not looking old at all; his whole demeanor made people feel he was refined and gentle as a spring breeze. One could imagine that when he was young, and even now, he had the potential of a "cad."

Of course, one cannot judge a person by appearance alone; Fang Ziye replied: "Then I will trouble Professor Yao."

Du Donglin took over the conversation: "Professor Fang, if you need to demonstrate or lecture, remember to tell Group Leader Zheng; lectures in the sanatorium come with a teaching subsidy!"

At the professor level, it is truly too difficult to learn something.

Even if you are willing to go out and learn, others, considering your identity and status, are not willing to casually impart teaching.

One, fear of teaching poorly; two, fear of something going wrong during teaching, only for you to find fault with them.

The older one gets, the fewer people can be one's teacher, the more time one needs for self-study, and those who become one's teacher will also be more cautious!

"That's great; we can exchange ideas and earn some money too—quite cost-effective." Fang Ziye joked.

Immediately afterward, the team discussed the surgery scheduling a bit more and ended this discussion.

Coming out of Du Donglin's home, Fang Ziye called Liao Jia: "Brother Liao, you're really staying outside tonight?"

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he heard Liao Jia's voice on the other end shouting: "I'm at a bar, can't hear you, let's talk tomorrow! ~"

Rhythmic heavy metal background music also came piercing through.

"Brother Liao, then stay safe." Fang Ziye didn't know what else to say.

After Liao Jia hung up, Fang Ziye still sent a message to Nie Mingxian, mentioning Liao Jia being at the bar.

Liao Jia was not Fang Ziye's friend, but Nie Mingxian's friend.

Don't play too wild, or it won't be fun if he and Nie Mingxian have to go fish someone out.

Nie Mingxian did not reply to the message, and Fang Ziye didn't bother with it.

The next day, Fang Ziye once again sent Luo Tingzhu to the train station; Luo Tingzhu still looked back at every step, showing great reluctance.

However, she had her own matters, and Fang Ziye had his own work at the sanatorium!

After driving back, Fang Ziye first went to the gym and practiced following some moves from the internet.

The big brother who had previously trained with Gu Yi looked and said: "Professor Fang, what you're practicing are all flowery moves; it's hard to see results in the short term!"

"It's fine, Brother! The main purpose of fitness is exercise; I suggest you change your training mode. Your current training moves can easily injure ligaments and cause chronic damage." Fang Ziye advised.

"Professor Fang, there's no way I can out-reason you!"

"I just prefer things a bit harder." He smiled and continued his insistence.

Fang Ziye could only try to persuade him from a professional angle; how to choose was the other party's freedom.

Gu Yi modified some training methods on his own; the dozen or so iron men in the gym each practiced on their own, some lifting iron, some jogging, some doing pull-ups...

January 3rd, the last day of the holiday, Fang Ziye originally had no arrangements; after eating dinner, he just needed to go back and organize his notebook once more.

However, at 6:20 PM, when Fang Ziye still hadn't left the gym, he received a call from Professor Zheng Dahai.

Fang Ziye's phone wasn't on mute, so Fang Ziye finished his plank, walked down from the yoga mat, and said with a smile: "Professor Zheng!"

"Professor Fang, there's a rather special situation here; could you come back? It's related to personnel matters with your Trauma Surgery Group."

Zheng Dahai spoke very obliquely.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's gaze sharpened; he glanced at Senior Brother Gu Yi who was doing sit-ups; he was immersed in his training and hadn't noticed Fang Ziye looking at him.

Related to Trauma Surgery personnel matters, the one most likely to be kicked out was Gu Yi.

Zheng Dahai had even called him here; it was estimated this matter was already in the works.

Clearing Gu Yi out early, the compensation would definitely be sufficient.

They might just ask for his opinion.

"Good! I'm coming right away." Fang Ziye replied.

After hanging up, Fang Ziye called out: "Senior Brother, I'm heading back first; when you're done here, go shower first, we'll go out to eat together in a bit."

"Okay~~~" Gu Yi had done sit-ups to the point of fatigue; his body trembled slightly, his reply weak.

Fang Ziye packed his backpack, put on his coat, and walked out.

The gym's heating was a bit strong; he'd sweated, but outside it was very cold; the clash of hot and cold made it easy to catch a cold; although his body was good, he still had to pay some attention.

Riding his electric scooter against the wind, Fang Ziye put on his helmet and the scarf Luo Tingzhu gave him, then put on the windproof gloves Luo Tingzhu had just bought for him, and felt there wasn't a single drafty spot.

The streetlights were bright, the road was straight, the distance not far; Fang Ziye only used four minutes to return to his home.

Take a shower, change clothes — it's respect for the host; Fang Ziye couldn't visit drenched in sweat, wearing skin-tight workout leggings and a down jacket.

After quickly freshening up, he sent a message to Luo Tingzhu saying he'd be back a bit late; then Fang Ziye rode his electric scooter again to Professor Zheng Dahai's villa doorway and pressed the doorbell.

After Zheng Dahai opened the door, he led Fang Ziye in while saying: "Professor Fang, at the sanatorium, another professor with very deep seniority has arrived; he's from the Trauma Surgery Group."

"The other party is very sincere about joining the Trauma Surgery Group at the sanatorium."

"But there's one condition: he wants to serve as Group Leader."

"Professor Gong and Professor Fang don't know how to express their stance, so they're asking for your opinion, Professor Fang."

At the sanatorium, each group in principle has no upper limit on headcount; as long as skills are sufficient and they're willing to come, the more the better.

Fang Ziye didn't quite understand before, but after Old Chinese Doctor Chen explained the true nature of this place to Gu Yi, Fang Ziye understood somewhat.

Talent first, all-round development, integration of specialty and research, standardized treatment of difficult and complex cases, striving to catch up to world-class medical standards.

"What's this professor's name?" Fang Ziye had quite a few professors in his contacts; he might know this person.

"Professor Lin Peng, former Director of Trauma Surgery at China-Japan Friendship Hospital, current Director of the Multiple Trauma Center, Committee Member of the Chinese Medical Association Orthopedics Branch."

"Professor Fang Zhikuan and Professor Gong Jiahe both have good professional evaluations of him."

Fang Ziye knew this person, mainly because his hospital was quite prominent.

Of course, Fang Ziye was more familiar with the Standing Committee Members inside the Chinese Medical Association; he didn't know ordinary Committee Members that well.

Seeing Fang Ziye not speaking, Zheng Dahai added: "I looked into Professor Lin; he undertakes clinical teaching tasks at Peking University Health Science Center, Capital Medical College, Capital University of Chinese Medicine, Capital Medical College, etc."

"His capability is very strong; he's the talent our sanatorium needs!"

Fang Ziye nodded: "Mm, Professor Lin's experience and resume are even more substantial than mine; if he's willing to lead the Trauma Surgery Subgroup, me going to Hand Surgery is fine too."

The Group Leader position at the sanatorium isn't set in stone; after Fang Ziye arrived, he took Professor Gong Jiahe's Group Leader spot; likewise, someone else can take Fang Ziye's.

After entering the villa, five people were sitting in the living room and on the sofa!

Professor Du Donglin of Hand Surgery, Professors Gong Jiahe and Fang Zhikuan of Trauma Surgery, Professor Yan Huanan, and Old Chinese Doctor Chen Song!

The one Fang Ziye was relatively unfamiliar with was Professor Lin Peng; a standard square face, side-parted hair, short double chin, very large ears — looked very fortunate.

Seeing Fang Ziye enter, Professor Lin Peng enthusiastically stood up first: "Professor Fang, it's an honor to see you again; three months ago I once came to Han City to visit you, unfortunately we had no chance to meet privately!"

"Lin Peng. We have mutual friends." Professor Lin Peng was in his fifties but looked like he was in his forties; appeared courteous and magnanimous.

Fang Ziye extended his hand: "Professor Lin, there were many visiting teachers before; hospitality may have been lacking; please forgive me."

"I also didn't have the chance to consult with you, Professor Lin; I feel quite regretful!"

"Dean Chen, Professor Gong, Professor Fang..." Fang Ziye greeted each person in turn.

Chen Song smiled: "So Professor Fang and Professor Lin know each other? That makes things easy to discuss."

Zheng Dahai personally brought Fang Ziye another cup of tea; steam rising: "Professor Fang, it's cold; just make do with this."

"This time, Dean Chen and I came mainly to discuss some issues with you, Professor Fang, and the several professors of the Trauma Surgery Group."

"Professor Lin Peng is also a big shot in your Trauma Surgery; fortunately, he accepted our sanatorium's invitation, willing to come undertake teaching and clinical tasks; this is also our sanatorium's good fortune."

After Zheng Dahai sat down, everyone else also took their seats; Zheng Dahai explained to Lin Peng: "Professor Lin, this is the Professor Fang I mentioned to you; he's also the current Trauma Surgery Group Leader."

"Although Dean Chen said you're the Acting Group Leader, Professor Lin, you still need to shadow for a month, gradually familiarize yourself with the sanatorium's basic situation, before handover can happen."

"Professor Fang is also an excellent Trauma Surgeon; you've surely heard of him!" Zheng Dahai introduced both without any bias.

Lin Peng nodded: "Professor Fang's name rings like thunder in our Trauma Surgery field!"

"Most of this year, we've been bombarded by Professor Fang's name; even now, many hospitals are still setting off a wave of learning mangled extremity limb-salvage surgery, all relying on Professor Fang's research to achieve the current situation."

"If we can work together with Professor Fang, Professor Gong, and others in the future, it will surely be very happy, and our cooperation will yield many achievements."

"Professor Fang, what do you think?" Lin Peng spoke preemptively.

He immediately stood at a higher position, seizing the initiative, occupying the center; the implication was for Fang Ziye to follow him!

"Being able to learn from Professor Lin is certainly a great honor."

"However, Professor Lin arrived just in time; the sanatorium's Group Leader Zheng and Dean Chen were planning to send me to Hand Surgery, and Professor Lin, you showed up."

"That puts my mind at ease. By the way, I can also get more things done." Fang Ziye laughed heartily, retreating to advance.

Lin Peng was enthusiastic to an excessive degree, which made Fang Ziye feel extremely uncomfortable.

Isn't this just thinking of coming to take advantage?

What does "working together" mean?

Du Donglin froze upon hearing this, feeling as if an Immortal Peach had suddenly fallen from the sky; with his seasoned cunning, he immediately understood: "Dean Chen, yes, yes, yes, Professor Fang speaks well."

"Didn't you mention before that Professor Fang's Hand Surgery level is also very high? Our Hand Surgery Group just happens to lack such a person to lead the group."

"After all, everyone works cooperatively; if one spans too many matters, being greedy leads to indigestion, and it easily tires people out!" Du Donglin directly crossed the river and dismantled the bridge.

Upon hearing this, Lin Peng's gaze sank slightly, and he immediately smiled: "Professor Fang, what are you saying? Those who don't know would think I'm chasing you away."

"This cannot be done."

"When working in the future, we can also take your opinion as the main one." Lin Peng hurriedly retreated a step.

"Professor Fang, your capability and qualification are impeccable; I also happen to have some ideas, we can cooperate together?" Lin Peng wielded the stick, but of course he still had to give the sweet date.

Fang Ziye could cooperate with other professors before; there is no reason not to cooperate with him; he was courteous throughout!

Upon hearing this, Gong Jiahe said: "Dean Chen, Professor Du's proposal is inappropriate; Professor Fang is our Trauma Surgery's own family member; Hand Surgery is merely his side job."

"Since Professor Fang entered the sanatorium, he has been in our Trauma Surgery Group!"

"Being assigned to Hand Surgery is unsuitable." Gong Jiahe did not say words like Lin Peng shouldn't have come; he couldn't say them.

Du Donglin hurriedly said: "Isn't this because the situation changed?"

"Professor Gong, you also know, the work here is very tiring, and very mentally taxing."

Chen Song glanced at Fang Ziye, then at Lin Peng, and immediately knew in his heart; he spoke rather bluntly: "Professor Fang, Professor Lin is your Trauma Surgery's big shot; presumably you know."

"You cooperating together should be pooling wisdom for greater benefit, right?"

"Our sanatorium operates on an internal cooperation model."

Lin Peng smiled: "Right? Dean Chen, you think so too!"

"Professor Fang, whatever thoughts you have in mind, you can say them directly!"

One doesn't hit a smiling face; Lin Peng grasped the dimension well, and likewise, he solidified his tone of taking over the Group Leader position.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye asked: "I don't know what kind of ideas Professor Lin has; I need to balance whether they will delay what I want to do."

"Avoid delaying Professor Lin's progress!"

Fang Ziye is already a Deputy Chief Physician, not a soft persimmon to be pinched at will; he moved the knife first.

No one is begging anyone.

Upon hearing this, Lin Peng smiled: "Professor Fang, you are testing me."

"However, I do indeed have some ideas, mainly based on pelvic complex fractures, pelvic complex infections, and reconstruction surgery of defect sites as the stepping stone!"

"Then standing on this, seeing if we can advance to functional reconstruction surgery of urination and defecation attached to the pelvis; this is generally consistent with the direction of the functional reconstruction surgery and mangled extremity limb salvage surgery you previously carried out, Professor Fang."

"I have also carried out similar research before." Lin Peng came prepared.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's heart tightened.

He relaxed, feeling his own thinking was still narrow, so he asked again: "I wonder, Professor Lin, what insights do you have on the reconstruction of these two physiological functions?"

"I want to consult you."

Lin Peng said: "Scientific research is not achieved overnight; the violence of pelvic defects, more or less, all affect urination and defecation functions, including but not limited to anatomical structural defects or nerve function defects."

"We start from pelvic reconstruction, then proceed to reconstruct local tissue defects of urination and defecation, and then study nerve function recovery."

"Taking this as a starting point, if there are urination and defecation dysfunctions caused by thoracolumbar spine injuries, they can also be advanced a step or two."

Fang Ziye was stunned upon hearing this!

You're discussing metaphysical directional theory with me, not a single bit of substantive content?

"Uh..." Fang Ziye lightly sighed.

"Professor Lin, just these directional extensions? Are there any relatively concrete ideas and thoughts?"

As long as we argue direction, I'll find a Fellow Trainee Jie Han to come over, he can kill your brain circuits eight hundred times in seconds!

Upon hearing this, Lin Peng had slight cold sweat on his forehead: "Professor Fang, concrete ideas and thoughts are slowly discussed in the research progress, right?"

Fang Ziye asked again: "In the North Sea there is a fish, its name is Kun. The Kun is so huge, no one knows how many thousands of li; it transforms into a bird, its name is Peng. The Peng's back, no one knows how many thousands of li; enraged it flies, its wings like clouds hanging from the sky."

"Has Professor Lin ever seen this kind of fish?"

Empty hook fishing, holding the line in hand!

Are you playing word games with me here?

Which family's research people do it like you?

"Professor Fang, this is naturally a legend; who has really seen this kind of fish?"

"Professor Fang, if you really don't want to work with me, just say so directly; why be sarcastic? I'm only discussing cooperation with you, not begging you!" Lin Peng was somewhat resentful and angry.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye smiled: "Professor Lin, you misunderstand; I have no intention of not wanting to work with you!"

"If Dean Chen approves, I am willing to follow Professor Lin's pace; of course, whether your team has one more me or one less me doesn't matter."

"Our sanatorium is cooperative in nature, not an outside superior-subordinate relationship; there is no such thing as forced task assignment."

"This point, I still need to explain clearly to Professor Lin in advance."

"Right? Dean Chen?" Fang Ziye asked Chen Song's meaning.

If this Professor Lin Peng really has some substance and ideas, and concrete measures, and preliminary research, cooperating together is perfectly justified.

You're holding an empty fish hook to fish; do you think I'll fall for this?

Upon hearing this, Chen Song nodded: "Professor Lin, this is indeed the case; whether clinical groups or research groups in the sanatorium, they all emphasize cooperative relationships."

"No one may force another to do anything; only this can maximize freedom, extensibility of thought, and broadness."

"For example, Professor Lin, if you want to serve as Group Leader of the Trauma Surgery Group, we will give it full consideration; Professor Fang also wants to be Group Leader, and we will also give it full consideration and respect equally."

"At present, Professor Fang is still the Group Leader of the Trauma Surgery Group; you will serve as Acting for one month!"

"Do you find that acceptable?"

"As for subsequent arrangements, you will cooperate clinically while research projects remain separate — this is also mutual respect." Chen Song settled the matter with a single sentence.

Clearly, he acknowledged Lin Peng's clinical ability and was willing to let him lead a group.

The rest served as a warning.

"Dean Chen, what you told me before about reasonable resource allocation — your words now don't match what you said then! I haven't even arrived yet, and you've already pulled my team away!"

"Then how am I supposed to carry out my work?" Lin Peng revealed his true colors outright.

The meaning was obvious: I'm coming, so you certainly have to assign me a team; otherwise I'm supposed to fight single-handedly? Are you kidding?

"This is the Yangyuan's system; I established it, so I have to be responsible to the end."

"Whether Professor Lin can persuade other team members to participate in your clinical projects or basic research projects depends entirely on yourself."

"On clinical treatment, naturally we will follow Professor Lin's views as the main guide." Chen Song replied.

"Fang Ziye can cooperate with you in performing surgeries clinically, but the resource allocation you speak of — no discussion!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Peng's face darkened slightly, yet he did not fly into a rage; he merely glanced meaningfully at Fang Ziye: "Professor Fang doesn't give an inch of sentiment, doesn't grant a shred of face?"

"I haven't even arrived, and I must be given a show of force right away?"

Fang Ziye straightened up, took a deep breath, and said: "Professor Lin, if I were a few years younger, with your current tone and manner, I might have softened."

"But an adult's face, surface face, is mutual respect, polite courtesy; when it involves substantive conflict, face isn't something others give you."

"It's earned by yourself!"

"Professor Lin, you can soar like a Kunpeng; I can perch like a small bird on a treetop. I won't envy your lofty flight, nor will I regret my own chosen height of three meters!"

A tool person — even dogs disdain it!

How dare you imagine I'd work for you?

I'm already a Deputy Chief Physician; worst case I pat my buttocks and walk away!

"Professor Fang's confidence appears to be full indeed!"

"You also clearly look down on an old man like me, Dean Chen; then there's no need to talk further."

"My joining would only affect unity inside the Yangyuan, so I'd better not come and disturb!"

"Farewell! Sorry." Lin Peng finished speaking and turned to leave.

Zheng Dahai, Gong Jiahe, Fang Zhikuan, and the others rose at the sound; Gong Jiahe was the first to step forward: "Professor Lin, no rush, rest for a night before leaving."

"Otherwise the journey fatigue would be too much; let's go out for a meal together, and give us a chance to fulfill our duty as hosts……"

Lin Peng was a bit dumbfounded!

Professor Gong Jiahe's words were tantamount to direct expulsion.

He originally thought that by losing his temper a bit, he might still be persuaded to stay once or twice; he didn't expect Gong Jiahe to simply see him off directly.

No other reason — he, Lin Peng, was merely a few years older than Gong Jiahe; they were all Committee Members of the Chinese Trauma Surgery Branch, and Gong Jiahe came from the PLA Military General Hospital in Jingdu, so there was absolutely no need to give you, Lin Peng, any polite face!

With words chasing words to this point, it was impossible for Lin Peng to stay any longer.

Chen Song also expressed no attitude!

Lin Peng left the villa with a dark face.

Zheng Dahai and the other several professors still saw him off properly; after all, a guest is a guest!

In the room, only Fang Ziye and Chen Song remained.

After everyone left, Chen Song's tone grew a few degrees more indifferent: "Xiao Fang, youthful vigor, always wanting to monopolize the top — that's not a good thing!"

Fang Ziye, hearing this, replied unhurriedly: "Dean Chen, I originally intended to cooperate with Professor Lin, but he only raised directions, not any concrete implementation measures."

"Like rootless duckweed! Empty words."

"Can't speak of the word cooperation; someone wanting to pick peaches — I believe Dean Chen is also unwilling to see that."

"If Professor Lin had actually laid out some concrete steps, I would have accepted it!"

"Disease types with unknown progress aren't advanced by imagination, but step by step, one step at a time." Fang Ziye did not humble himself further or say other words, but laid the bottom line out to Chen Song very directly.

The other party doesn't understand clinical research.

This is Fang Ziye's perception of him; perhaps flawed, but adult interactions often allow only this little time!

Even if Fang Ziye admitted fault, thought wrong, chose wrong, whatever comes later he will directly own it!

"Professor Fang, do you have confidence?" Chen Song's tone remained very cold.

From his angle, Fang Ziye and Lin Peng were the same identity; at most Fang Ziye was younger, with slightly better aptitude!

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Anyone who says they have absolute confidence in their own research is standing outside the door!"

"People who've done research all know — only by doing do you know!"

"I've done it, and I still dare not say I have confidence!" Fang Ziye's tone was very steady.

"Dean Chen, it's not early; you also need to rest early; I have surgery tomorrow."

"Today's choice, even if it displeases you inside, I do not regret."

"I am also an adult, willing to be responsible for my own choice, no matter what the result." Fang Ziye declared resoundingly.

No guarantees, no impassioned fervor, no military order — just an ordinary, ordinary choice made once.

(Chapter End)