Chapter 565: Infinite Potential! (Please Subscribe)

The sanatorium was built against the mountain; the clinical area and the research area were slightly separated but not far apart — just five or six hundred meters.

This distance was kept mainly to prevent toxic substances from the laboratory from spilling over.

The dormitories and canteens on both sides were also separated!

Fang Ziye did not choose to drive; instead, he rode his electric scooter straight toward the laboratory.

After putting on the isolation suit and the special anti-toxin, anti-odor mask for the animal laboratory, Fang Ziye found Nie Mingxian and Liao Jia.

"How so fast? It's only been a few days? Did you pull overtime?" Fang Ziye asked.

The two of them only arrived in Enshi on the second; today is the fourth — could it be that Liao Jia had nothing to do on the second and ran straight to the animal laboratory?

"Osteosarcoma tibial plateau tumor-bearing may take a while, but synovial sarcoma grows very quickly."

"Fang Ziye, come take a look!" Liao Jia pointed at the film reader connected to the computer, which displayed the nude mouse's intra-articular synovial MRI; he quickly enlarged it.

The Liao family changed how they addressed him; they no longer called him Professor Fang, but calling him Ziye felt too intimate, so for now they just used Fang Ziye.

And he was still "holding a grudge" — last time wasn't he abused once by Nie Mingxian on the train, then abused again harshly by the four of them including Fang Ziye during the meal? His tone now was a bit tsundere.

Synovial sarcoma is a malignant tumor of soft tissue originating from joints, synovium, and tendon sheath synovium. It favors large joints of the limbs, but can also occur on the muscle fascia and fascia of the forearm, thigh, and lower back.

A malignant tumor common in adolescents and young adults!

This is its background; the reason it grows rapidly is because adolescents are in a growth spurt.

Medicine's definition of a tumor is actually a neoplasm formed by local tissue cell proliferation.

It does not necessarily cause direct harm — for example, secreted substances producing toxins in the body; it can be crazy proliferation and outward extension of normal tissue, causing compression, secreting normal hormones, altering the body's hormone metabolism.

Furthermore, it crazily absorbs the normal body's energy substances to fuel its own growth, so that normal body tissues lack sufficient energy supply, producing cachexia.

It is the tumor's secondary functions that kill, not direct killing.

Textbooks describe synovial sarcoma as: MRI mainly shows synovial thickening, soft tissue mass; simultaneously, adjacent structural changes can be seen, such as cartilage changes including bone changes like cartilage degeneration, cartilage thinning, cartilage destruction and interruption.

Nearby bone destruction can show irregular, patchy, abnormal bone destruction signals.

However, the synovium actually has a relatively rich blood supply; the most prominent manifestation of synovial sarcoma on MRI is the formation of multiple vascular tufts.

"Can you distinguish its source feeding vessels?" After Fang Ziye read the films seriously, Liao Jia asked.

Synovial sarcoma is a synovial-lineage tumor; if its blood supply can be cut off, it becomes rootless duckweed and will rapidly necrose.

After the main feeding vessels are blocked, the effect is even better than chemo-radiotherapy, even achieving a complete cure state.

Currently, the main recommended treatment for synovial sarcoma is still surgery, but it recurs easily.

The reason the human body produces tumors is because the local microenvironment causes local tissue malignant proliferation — this is the essence of tumor appearance.

If you cut out the tumor but the microenvironment hasn't changed, a new "neoplasm" can still regenerate!

"Don't rush, Ziye is still reading slowly; reading films isn't fast-forward, how could it reach the key points that quickly..." Nie Mingxian tilted his head and said.

Liao Jia listened and kicked Nie Mingxian: "Speak properly, or I'll suspect you're taking a dig at me!"

"If the shoe fits, it's a guilty conscience."

"Cut the showing off a bit." Nie Mingxian glanced at Liao Jia.

The current him is his true personality, not the "Director Nie" from a year or two ago who was suffocated under an "invisible great mountain"!

Your parents shouldered you without hesitation when you were young; after you've grown up and your shoulders are strong, it's not so you can escape them.

Truly smart people, when they joke with you, are often double-entendres — whichever direction you understand it, you're not wrong.

The current Liao Jia is a bit tsundere; his experiment speed is very fast, which is his reason for showing off.

"Can you shut your mouth? A vascular surgeon, yet still needs Ziye to help read the MRI, read vascular morphology..." Liao Jia was tit for tat, not yielding an inch.

"Eh..." Nie Mingxian was genuinely stumped into speechlessness.

Vascular surgery is his specialty, what he's best at, but even with high MRI resolution, wanting to see every detail clearly on the film — that's beyond his level.

The entire imaging specialty doesn't have many who can do it; vascular surgery is the same.

If not for Fang Ziye's current starting point still being low, even if he wanted to "cliché" strike first to gain the upper hand, he wouldn't have his position.

Is there anyone who can hook his interest with a few words?

Of course there are, and not a few; there are plenty of people in this world who let their imagination run wild.

It's just that once the abyss of desire is dug, very few can fill it.

Nie Mingxian once did ideological work alone in Jingdu for a long time, and in the end still couldn't avoid falling into cliché, approaching the worthy in their weak and humble period.

Opportunity doesn't wait.

Liao Jia won the argument and felt his mood very pleasant.

He hadn't felt this happy in a very long time.

"Right now it's still the blood-supply-induced growth phase; the vascular morphology isn't particularly obvious yet, hard to precisely locate!"

"But from the overall structure, it's still mainly supplied by the intra-articular arterial network."

"The intra-articular arterial network of the knee joint is mainly formed by the anastomosis of the popliteal artery's superior medial and lateral genicular arteries, inferior medial and lateral genicular arteries, and middle genicular artery; the femoral artery's descending genicular artery and descending branch of the lateral circumflex femoral artery; and the anterior tibial recurrent artery, etc."

"Currently speculated: this case of synovial sarcoma takes the inferior lateral genicular artery of the knee joint and the femoral artery's descending genicular artery as the main arterial supply sources."

"At this position!" Fang Ziye moved the mouse and pointed out the course of two arteries; one segment had relatively richer tortuosity.

Nie Mingxian knew the current key was to derive general patterns from different cases, so he immediately responded: "There are others too; Ziye, you happened to come, so just watch together."

"Will it affect you going to do surgery later?"

Nie Mingxian knew Fang Ziye's surgery schedule; today the sanatorium had no surgery, but the Hand Surgery surgery at Enshi Central Hospital was already prepared, scheduled to start operating room turnover at exactly 10 a. m.

"Finish reading first; it's still early." Fang Ziye yielded his seat, letting Nie Mingxian help pull up the next set of imaging data.

Nie Mingxian was more familiar with the storage locations of the packaged data, so there was no need to waste more time.

Liao Jia didn't argue with Nie Mingxian anymore, but hurriedly said: "Make a note first, record the already-read and estimated arteries!"

"Convenient for recording notes when we go back."

Nie Mingxian went along readily, working honestly; he came here not to play, and certainly not to "play Liao Jia".

……

An hour later, the time had reached 10:11, and as several people exited the laboratory one after another, Fang Ziye's mobile phone happened to ring.

"Brother Nie, Liao Ge, you guys can arrange the rest freely. I won't be having lunch with you; a phone call came urging me."

"I'll pick you guys up for dinner later. You wanted to eat beef, right?" Fang Ziye said with a smile.

Neither of them had taken off their isolation suits. Liao Jia nodded at Fang Ziye from afar: "We'll contact by phone later. I'll fill up your tank later."

Fang Ziye smiled, turned, and walked away.

The "fill up" Liao Jia spoke of was literally filling the car with gas, but talking like that was being too polite.

Fang Ziye was no longer the penniless youngster who had to rely on Hua Biao and borrowing money for living expenses. He could casually hand out a few thousand yuan without it affecting his normal life in the slightest.

When Fang Ziye rushed to the villa area parking lot to get his car and prepare to depart, Han Jingyi's message had already arrived: "Teacher Fang, I've already arrived in Enshi. Going to find a place, tidy up a bit, and I can formally start work tomorrow."

"Thank you for having Sister Tingzhu introduce me to a place. I had a look; the transportation is quite convenient. Taking the bus every morning, I can arrive at the laboratory by nine o'clock quickly." Han Jingyi said.

Fang Ziye replied simply: "I'm going to the Central Hospital for surgery. That apartment is right across from the Central Hospital. You call the landlord first."

That apartment was the one Fang Ziye had rented from a relative's family when he used to come down to Enshi. That "maternal aunt" of his still hasn't moved to Enshi to live, so it's been sitting empty.

She just refuses to rent it to outsiders!

Fang Ziye discussed it with Luo Tingzhu, then called his own mother to ask. The maternal aunt agreed, so he rented it to Han Jingyi.

In the future, when Lan Tianluo and Jie Han come, or his own students come, they can all enter the sanatorium's dormitory area as team members.

Research assistants don't count as "essential team members." Many professors don't bring research assistants. Fang Ziye naturally couldn't be too "outstanding"!

One associate professor with one research assistant — making a big show.

The salary he pays isn't high. Finding Han Jingyi a relatively cheap apartment is also helping out. His maternal aunt gets a bit more income too.

This time renting it out, the annual rent isn't a few thousand, but one thousand one hundred yuan. Monthly rent nine hundred yuan.

It's a large three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment, right across from Enshi Central Hospital. If rented to a new employee at Enshi Hospital, one thousand five hundred a month would absolutely be no less.

It's just that his maternal aunt feels it's too much trouble, afraid of hassle.

……

"Professor Fang, this way. This is the hospital's dedicated consultation area parking spaces. Three in total!" Han Ningkun received him right at the doorway. Upon seeing Fang Ziye's temporary license plate car, he waved, signaling him to drive straight over.

Han Ningkun wore a white coat, had his name badge on. He must have coordinated with the security guard at the door long ago, so after Fang Ziye drove over, he directly took down the hand-operated roadblock.

Only the sixty-something uncle, looking at Fang Ziye's car, seemed a bit conflicted: "This hasn't been registered yet?"

"Then next time I might accidentally block you!" The security uncle said with some distress.

Han Ningkun turned his head: "Uncle Liu, you recognize the person, not the car. Thanks for the trouble. Professor Fang is an expert our Orthopedics Department invited with great difficulty. He's renowned even in Han City."

Fang Ziye knew Han Ningkun's meaning was to curry favor, hoping that by handling all the details well, he could get Fang Ziye to come over for consultations and surgeries more often, and incidentally teach some new surgical techniques. Then their department's development speed would skyrocket.

Fang Ziye had stayed at Enshi Central Hospital before. He knew the situation here.

However, where would Fang Ziye find so much time nowadays?

He didn't refuse outright on the spot either. After parking the car and locking it, he said with a smile: "Kun Ge, thanks for the trouble."

"Professor Fang, it's all as it should be."

"The patient has already been anesthetized and disinfected. Just waiting for you to go perform surgery."

Han Ningkun was very polite. He tilted his head: "Uncle Liu, let's smoke together next time. We're heading to the operating room first."

"Okay." Uncle Liu smiled, looking at Han Ningkun.

As Fang Ziye followed Han Ningkun inside, he asked: "Kun Ge, that thing I told you before, about having you prepare a frozen insulation box — any trouble keeping that in mind?"

"I need to take the excised nerve segments with me later."

These nerve segments from chronic peripheral nerve degenerative lesions — whether for pathological sectioning back home, or fixation followed by gene testing — are all extremely precious raw materials.

Hearing this, Han Ningkun said: "Professor Fang, we've also run to the Medical Affairs Department multiple times for this matter."

"The hospital's current regulations are still quite clear. Surgical excisions within the hospital, aside from patient family members, no medical personnel are allowed to take out of the hospital."

"They can only be handed over to the operating room or this hospital's Pathology Department or laboratory for processing!"

"Professor Fang, you also know. The root cause of this regulation coming out was the placentas over in Gynecology and Obstetrics..."

As Han Ningkun spoke, he noticed Fang Ziye's expression seemed a bit off, and immediately explained: "Professor Fang, our hospital's Pathology Department and laboratory are very willing to actively and proactively cooperate with you, Professor Fang, in carrying out all scientific research activities."

Han Ningkun's words — Fang Ziye understood them perfectly in his heart!

This decision isn't something Han Ningkun can make. He doesn't have that permission.

He didn't make things difficult for Han Ningkun either. He put on the scrub suit, tucked it into his pants to form a high waist, shook it a bit, and said: "I have enough research projects on hand. Not short this one."

Really interesting!

Does someone really think high EQ means they can control everything?

That Professor Lin Peng at China-Japan Friendship Hospital wants to do it. Director Tan Guodong at Enshi Central Hospital also wants to do it. Just great.

None of you are in the same circle. Why force your way in for a trifle?

"Professor Fang, that's not what I meant." Han Ningkun hurriedly explained.

But Fang Ziye took out his own mobile phone, sidestepped a distance, and called Professor Qu Tangwei of Digestive Internal Medicine.

After chatting a few sentences, Fang Ziye said: "Hey, right. You have the family member get that thing in hand. Just say they want to handle it separately!"

"I'm the one doing the surgery, yet I can't get it out."

A living person can't be suffocated by urine. Since Enshi Central Hospital wants to go through formal procedures with him, he can go through procedures even more formal than Enshi Central Hospital.

The excised tissue must be shown to the family. And the family has the right to take these lesions away and handle them themselves.

Excised tumors — patients can take them away themselves. Whether to keep as a memento or go to a more premium hospital for further pathological examination — both are allowed.

Han Ningkun accompanied him with a smile from afar, but inside he was a bit anxious.

"Kun Ge, it's fine. Let's go up and do the surgery." Fang Ziye replied.

……

While Fang Ziye was scrubbing in, Han Ningkun had already entered the OR a step ahead of him, presumably to brief Director Tan Guodong of Hand Surgery on the situation.

Fang Ziye didn't care; he didn't think he had done anything wrong.

Fang Ziye had always considered himself a worldly man; he didn't believe there was anyone in Enshi Central Hospital's Hand Surgery department who could talk cooperation with him on equal terms.

Even if there were, and he acted the snob, so be it — he wasn't begging anyone.

Everyone's an adult; no crooked ways, just straightforward conduct, and there's nothing to fear.

After Fang Ziye entered the OR, he headed straight for the sterile surgical gown packages, smiling as he explained, "Director Tan, my apologies — something came up in the lab and delayed me a bit."

"Sorry to have wasted everyone's time."

Tan Guodong likely knew about Fang Ziye's phone call and his decision; therefore, before Fang Ziye walked in, his gaze was unusually conflicted.

But once Fang Ziye entered, he switched to a smiling face, eyes narrowing: "No problem, Professor Fang. We don't have any other surgeries scheduled today; once this case is done, we're all off work."

"Then let's aim for smooth progress so we can get off early." Fang Ziye smiled back and didn't say much else.

After the surgery officially began, Fang Ziye found that this little girl's symptoms and condition were slightly better than he had anticipated; the muscle contracture wasn't that complex.

It was slightly simpler to manage than the post-traumatic stiffness and adhesion cases seen in mangled extremities.

After all, post-traumatic stiffness involves adhesions that require careful debridement and dissection.

This little girl, on the other hand, had primary muscle contracture with no adhesion; she likely did regular functional exercises, but later developed a neurodegenerative condition, causing some neurogenic atrophy.

Muscle atrophy and contracture are two different concepts; muscle adhesion is yet another, more complex situation.

From the start of the surgery, Tan Guodong and the others began showering praise.

Fang Ziye smiled: "It's alright — just basic skills; every surgery requires exposure and incision."

However, as the surgery progressed, Tan Guodong and Deputy Chief Physician Ding Yue asked more and more questions — they even needed to chase every single detail of tendon transfer!

This wasn't simply being eager to learn!

Functional reconstruction — nerve, tendon, and vascular transfers and grafts — is the foundation.

If Tan Guodong and his team don't even know these basic techniques, they have no business talking about learning functional reconstruction.

Fang Ziye said: "With muscle contracture, you split the muscle, graft the tendon, achieve full release, then perform a transfer as needed to restore the muscle's original course — that's the most basic principle."

"Director Tan, let's just get on with the surgery!"

Fang Ziye had never worked in Hand Surgery and didn't know the baseline level of every tier of hand surgery hospital.

So at first, when Tan Guodong and the others asked, he answered everything without reservation.

After all, no one dislikes an eager learner — at least you don't feel they're doing anything wrong.

But people who aim too high without the foundation — most people can't muster any goodwill toward them.

Enshi Central Hospital can currently only manage limb replantation; if they don't even dare to carry out transfers and grafts, then answering their questions is essentially just popular science.

Fang Ziye didn't believe Tan Guodong and the others don't even attend academic conferences!

If they attended conferences, current transfers and functional reconstruction are hot keywords in hand surgery — there would definitely be many big names sharing advances in these techniques.

Yet, in such an environment, if Tan Guodong and his team are still on the road, it proves their basic skills aren't enough.

Fang Ziye's teaching would then be of little significance.

Better not mislead them.

Of course, if Fang Ziye were willing to stay here and mentor them for a few years, perhaps he could train Tan Guodong and the rest.

But Fang Ziye definitely couldn't spare that much time!

Tan Guodong understood Fang Ziye's meaning; although he felt a bit uncomfortable inside, he also understood Fang Ziye's mindset and said apologetically: "Sorry, Professor Fang — we wasted your time with some rather basic topics."

If, before, hearing Han Ningkun say Fang Ziye was unwilling to cooperate with them on basic research, he felt Fang Ziye had flipped the table first.

Now, Tan Guodong felt that perhaps it was they who had forced a climb too high.

Tan Guodong is just a doctor at Enshi Central Hospital; in his whole life he hasn't encountered much basic research — he thought basic research was just that sort of thing? Everyone guides each other, you're good I'm good everyone's good, I'm not stealing your first authorship.

I give you benefits, treat you to meals, drink with you, solve some other problems for you.

Wouldn't that settle it…

But Tan Guodong might not know that earlier, Zhang Mingcan of Enshi Central Hospital's Trauma Surgery thought the same way, and did it even more covertly, with a stronger foundation behind Zhang Mingcan's group.

The Fang Ziye they encountered was still a 'weak' Fang Ziye; back then, Fang Ziye already felt the two teams weren't on the same level at all.

Fang Ziye joining Zhang Mingcan's team was purely working for Zhang Mingcan, not cooperation.

So don't talk to me about mutual exchange.

The essence of social relations is actually exchanging foundations in all aspects, not simply drinking and dining.

You have what I need, I supply what you seek — at the dining table you come and go and close the deal!

Research collaboration isn't like inter-company goods trade — a bit lower grade, just find something cheap and it's fine.

By the time Fang Ziye performed the nerve graft, Tan Guodong and the others had suppressed all their messy thoughts and were simply watching a 'heavenly book' and a miracle.

Only now did they truly realize Fang Ziye's technique could be this high — that surgery could be done like this.

The specialty height of hand surgery could actually reach such a level!

"Hiss—"

"Professor Fang, handling it this way is truly exquisite — the operation is exquisite, the thinking is exquisite." Tan Guodong's praise sounded very ignorant.

This is perfectly normal!

The level possessed by Zhongnan Hospital's Hand Surgery professors is what Tan Guodong covets but cannot attain; Fang Ziye's skill would make countless hand surgery professors jealous purple.

From Tan Guodong's perspective, looking at Fang Ziye, he'd love to seize the body and take over Fang Ziye's level wholesale, or perform a great transposition and swap their levels.

"It's alright — this surgery's operative difficulty is middle-of-the-road; ultimately the clinical outcome is similar to some chronic nerve injuries caused by infection or trauma."

"The trickier part is that some traumatic or infectious functional impairments lack substantive nerve pathology. But she has it, so we must be even more careful in defining the lesion segments and use nerve grafting to replace the original nerve course."

"How much her postoperative functional rehab can recover — that's also something we can't answer right now." After Fang Ziye finished the key steps, he left the skin and soft tissue suturing — the surgical closure — to them.

Glancing at the time again, it was only 3:40 PM; leaving now to pick up Nie Mingxian and Liao Jia, he could still make it to Ba County Tea Shop Town before mealtime for 'beef'!

"Director Tan, this patient will need hormones postoperatively to reduce nerve edema for about a week, starting at 16 units and tapering down gradually."

"For anti-infection, it may be needed for around ten days; specifics depend on postoperative examination results."

"Her degenerative lesion — we can't rule out that it was caused by a virus or other infection, so we still need to pay attention."

"Also, the affected limb must be strictly immobilized for the first week; have the patient wear an immobilization splint and perform fine-movement functional exercises."

"After a week, adjust the splint's range of motion according to the specific situation; I'll come back then to check." Finished speaking, Fang Ziye inspected the surgical field once more.

Finding no issues: "I'll step down first; I've arranged to meet a few friends for a meal."

Tan Guodong froze at those words, immediately followed Fang Ziye away from the operating table, and said: "Professor Fang, you have plans with friends? I've arranged a place to eat; why not call them and go together?"

Han Ningkun and Ding Yue, for their part, very sensibly began closing the wound and handling the finishing work.

"We'll be going quite far. Today isn't convenient; if there's a chance next time, we can go together." Fang Ziye replied.

After removing his sterile surgical gown and gloves, Fang Ziye picked up his mobile phone and walked out of the operating room.

Tan Guodong likewise followed up; standing side by side at the sink washing hands, Tan Guodong said with some hesitation: "Professor Fang, are you angry because we didn't agree on letting you take this nerve segment out?"

"Actually, Professor Fang, our hospital is now an affiliated hospital of Han City University, and basic research has always been a weak link!"

"Our hospital's research department has been wanting to align in this direction……"

Fang Ziye nodded at those words: "Yes, a teaching hospital should do more basic research."

"But Director Tan, you misunderstand; I really did make plans with friends, and I'm not angry — I solved it through other means."

"When the time comes, you just need to hand the excised lesion over to the patient's family."

Fang Ziye is an adult; when encountering problems, whether getting angry or venting, the first thought must be to solve the problem, not to throw a tantrum at Tan Guodong and the others.

That is no different from pulling rank; Fang Ziye simply dislikes that kind of person.

He himself should also avoid leaning that way.

Tan Guodong said: "Professor Fang, sorry about that; in the end I still couldn't handle this matter very smoothly — it's my own lack of capability."

"But you also know, some decisions aren't something we specialty directors can control."

"So I hope Professor Fang won't be angry; if there's a chance in the future, we can still cooperate, and I also hope to learn more from Professor Fang."

Tan Guodong put himself down.

However, Fang Ziye fundamentally doesn't care who it is that wants to form a 'bond' with him; for him, that's not very important.

Fang Ziye's purpose in coming to Enshi Yangyuan this time was not to build Enshi Central Hospital; his purpose was the sanatorium.

Getting entangled with Enshi Central Hospital would blur the focus and create unnecessary complications.

"I understand, Director Tan!"

"Administration, after all, doesn't understand clinical work well. I understand your pressure, but I currently truly cannot free up enough spare time."

"Otherwise, I'm also from Enshi; I also hope to see Enshi do well." Fang Ziye said dutifully.

Tan Guodong had nothing more to say; following Fang Ziye down to the changing room, he stuffed an envelope into Fang Ziye's hand.

Fang Ziye pinched it roughly — a bit over ten thousand.

His brow furrowed slightly.

Tan Guodong hurriedly explained: "Professor Fang, this amount is a bit low; by your normal consultation and surgery fee standard, it would be reasonable only if supplemented by half again."

"But, after all, the grade our hospital gives is already the maximum!"

"I also didn't have the nerve to ask the patient to pay much more, so I hope Professor Fang will be understanding."

Fang Ziye said: "Director Tan, how did you and the patient split it?"

"However much the patient gave, that's what you give me; the department shouldn't lose out — this was trouble I brought you in the first place."

Fang Ziye is clear-headed.

The reason this patient came to the central hospital was because he, Fang Ziye, promised Qu Tangwei — not because Tan Guodong went to find Qu Tangwei!

Making the department pay out of pocket for this patient — Fang Ziye couldn't do that.

"It's fine, Professor Fang." Tan Guodong still tried to decline.

Fang Ziye just set the envelope down, straightened his coat's wrinkles, and said: "Then I won't take it, Director Tan! ~"

"Half, half." Tan Guodong hurriedly said.

"Really half? I can call and ask." Fang Ziye said.

This patient's surgery — Hand Surgery can collect the surgery fee, which Fang Ziye certainly wouldn't take; that's income earned by the Hand Surgery Ward itself.

But the surgery fee shouldn't be high either — just five or six thousand.

Still have to split it with the operating room nurses and anesthesiologist!

"Really just half, Professor Fang; things have come to this point, why would I still stand on ceremony with you?" Tan Guodong said.

Fang Ziye took the money, counted out five thousand himself, and left the rest.

"Director Tan, this time I troubled you all; the remaining money isn't much either — just consider it my thanks for you arranging things for me." Fang Ziye said.

"Eh……" Tan Guodong froze.

"Director Tan, there'll still be chances to cooperate in the future, right." Fang Ziye left carefreely.

Favors are about reciprocity.

If it's not someone especially close, it's best to owe fewer favors — especially favors that money can buy.

There's no such necessity; it's too poor a deal.

Got in the car, started the engine and warmed it up; Fang Ziye recalled Han Ningkun and the others treating him with such careful deference, and Fang Ziye took a deep breath.

Fame is a good thing; status is also a good thing!

With these two things, the people you meet become increasingly polite, and increasingly respectful toward you.

Such respect, once fused into your daily life, will gradually corrode your state of mind, seep into your bones, and from then on be impossible to shake off.

Compared to the first time he came to Enshi, what is his state returning to Enshi now?

But actually, every person who reaches Associate Professor or Deputy Chief Physician has accumulated a great deal, and what they paid out for that accumulation is all worthy of respect.

Not only did it take hard work for one person to reach Deputy Chief Physician; everyone is the same.

The former Fang Ziye merely understood the living conditions of junior doctors at Enshi Central Hospital; the current Fang Ziye can be said to have seen clearly the bearing of the superiors at Enshi Central Hospital.

Everyone has it hard.

Director Su Xiao of the People's Hospital affiliated with Three Gorges University, in order to advance, needs to perform surgeries himself; some surgeries cannot be delegated.

At Enshi Central Hospital, Director Zhang Mingcan of Trauma Surgery back then had many troubles.

As for Tan Guodong of Hand Surgery now, whether he himself wanted to extract benefits from here to advance, or the Research Department pressured him, wanting to trade with him through traditional "personal connections"—either way.

After all, they merely live more prosperously than ordinary people; it cannot be called carefree at all.

Fortunately, back then I did not return to work right after graduating with my master's degree; otherwise, Tan Guodong and the others' current situation would probably be my final destination even without encountering the panel.

……

Fang Ziye sat in the Main Driver's Seat, Liao Jia sat in the Passenger Seat, nose in the air, looking at the "dog couple" in the back seat, and coughed: "Watch it, this is Professor Fang's car, you two restrain yourselves."

Nie Mingxian directly reached out and tugged Liao Jia's ear, cursing: "Did you eat gunpowder or something?"

"You're nagging just because they held hands? I held hands, I have hands to hold, do you want to hold too? Don't you still have your left and right hands?"

"Palms together, indestructible diamond body!" Nie Mingxian teased rudely, his mindset getting better and better.

Liu Guo slapped Nie Mingxian once and said unhappily: "Pay attention, you've been single for quite a while too, careful you become single again!"

"Sister-in-law, you've got to be reasonable, he's only been off the singles market for a few months and he's already showing off; one look and he's not a good person."

"True nature exposed."

"Professor Fang is still the best..." Liao Jia suddenly mentioned Fang Ziye and sighed heavily.

He played around for several years in his youth, playing and playing until even his goals were gone.

At his age, with talent he has talent, with money he has money, with charm he has charm; tricking young girls is very simple!

But where would Liao Jia still look down on young girls?

He's not even willing to go on blind dates; he's long past the period of love at first sight or reckless impulses for one person.

Fang Ziye said upon hearing this: "Liao Ge, your fate hasn't arrived yet; who knows when it might come."

"There's no rush; settling for someone is still not advisable."

Liao Jia sighed emotionally: "Hope so, but..."

"Actually, settling down isn't bad either!"

Speaking of this, Liao Jia suddenly added: "Fang Ziye, after you left today, I thought of another idea."

"The easiest place for osteosarcoma to metastasize isn't the lung, right?"

"This proves that osteosarcoma's invasiveness toward the lung is the strongest, and that osteosarcoma cells, in lung tissue, easily migrate and settle."

"You say, is it possible for us to start with very late-stage osteosarcoma, first create the model of osteosarcoma lung metastasis?"

"The lung's anatomical structure is quite special; when using embolization to treat metastatic lesions, one can better understand embolization's treatment of osteosarcoma."

"It can just evaluate the effect of direct blood supply on the growth speed of osteosarcoma lesions."

"This model is..."

Liao Jia's whole body suddenly lunged forward, his waist twisted sharply, then he was heavily snapped back into the seat by the seatbelt: "Why did you slam on the brakes?"

Fang Ziye tilted his head, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, then glanced at the rearview mirror; there weren't many cars on the national highway, and he pulled over to the side.

Fang Ziye decisively said: "How about we eat beef another day? Head straight home now?"

"Go to hell!"

"Work doesn't overshadow life; eat what should be eaten, drink what should be drunk!"

"Off work, Fang Ziye." Liao Jia was the first to shake his head.

And he smiled somewhat narcissistically.

Showing off, watching you show off, only knowing how to talk about love, now you know this bachelor's "charm," right?

I don't need to rack my brains thinking about how to coax a girlfriend; my thoughts are clear, my potential is infinite, I won't let the two of you die!

Fang Ziye restarted the car: "Currently, for late-stage tumor patients after osteosarcoma metastasis, treatment is mainly palliative chemotherapy."

"If we can better understand the invasiveness of osteosarcoma metastatic lesions, it might greatly improve the post-treatment survival period of late-stage patients."

"This is a super hot topic currently researched by many tumor specialties."

"I think, if our team nails this, the Nobel Prize is definitely out of reach, but the Second or even First Prize of the National Natural Science Foundation is booked in advance."

Hearing this, Liu Guo, who was usually more outgoing and fidgety, became quiet as a gentle cat.

She gripped Nie Mingxian's hands beside her tightly, seemingly understanding why Nie Mingxian insisted on running to this godforsaken place of Enshi.

Not because there's a sanatorium here, but because there are these two great perverts, Fang Ziye and Liao Jia.

The two of them dare to think, and dare to do.

The one by my side is no idle person either; the few of them together, who knows what chemical reactions will happen.

Nie Mingxian felt Liu Guo's soft, boneless hand grip tighten a bit; besides secretly rejoicing, he didn't explain to Liu Guo, only saying: "If the beef tastes good later, let's buy a few more jin to bring back."

"We can cook it ourselves in the dormitory later."

"Next time, I'll take you to our town to eat rice tofu; the taste is amazing." Nie Mingxian suggested.

He's still young, he still has many things to do; in his thirties, on the road of medicine he's only just begun.

Although he took some detours and was delayed by many years, now is exactly the time for him to restart his journey.

The road ahead is long, but potential is infinite.

No one's life should be limited; likewise, outside of work, enjoying life is also a normal state everyone should have.

Having money but not eating or drinking, money not spent, isn't really money.

(Chapter End)