Chapter 566: Only Envy, Not Jealousy

In January, the weather started to get cold.

After entering the private room, the house shut the cold wind outside, the aroma of the dishes filled the air, and the room's partition just right isolated the bustling noise of the human world outside, while letting a bit of it drift in.

Four people, by rights, wouldn't qualify for a private room, but Fang Ziye managed to get one.

Because the owner of this restaurant, Fang Ziye knew him; previously when Fang Ziye was on exchange in Enshi, he had cured one of the owner's nephews with closed reduction.

The effect was very obvious.

Fang Ziye had forgotten him, but he recognized Fang Ziye at a glance; he originally intended to waive the bill and treat them, but Fang Ziye only asked for a private room.

It was still early, so the private rooms weren't full.

After the four sat around, Liu Guo took off her down jacket, revealing her lovely figure, and said to Nie Mingxian who was ordering: "Don't order recklessly, Liao Ge isn't from our Hubei Province, he might not handle this much spice."

Liu Guo wasn't very familiar with Liao Jia, but she acted on the principle that a guest from afar should be accommodated.

Liao Jia waved his hand: "No need, no need. After graduation I've been to many places, my palate has no taboos. I've been to Hunan, Sichuan, Guizhou, and Jiangxi."

"I've eaten little chili stir-fried with pickled pepper, and I've tried green pepper stir-fried with little chili. Currently, except for ghost pepper which I don't dare try, I won't put a label on any others!"

Liao Jia looked quite conventional overall, could be considered handsome.

Big eyes, sword eyebrows, full forehead, square jaw.

After Liu Guo carefully scanned him twice, she asked with a radiant tone: "Liao Ge, have you ever thought about finding a girlfriend? Our hospital still has quite a few older female doctors, quite suitable for your age."

"Ordinary people can't handle those girls, I think you can."

"You want to set me up?" Liao Jia got sleepy as soon as this came up, stretched lazily, yawned.

"Liao Ge, do you have an ex-girlfriend, so? You don't trust girls a bit?" Liu Guo asked this.

In Liu Guo's view, Liao Jia right now was a particularly good 'scumbag constitution' — rich, good-looking, talented, not many single young women could escape his capture.

Nie Mingxian hurriedly explained: "This really isn't it. Liao Jia's taste is tricky, and his personality is also quite bland!"

"Ziye, you order some." Nie Mingxian handed the menu to Fang Ziye.

Liao Jia straightened up: "Nie Mingxian, tricky taste I can understand, but what the hell is this bland personality?"

"Suited for monastic life. That's my polite way of putting it!" Nie Mingxian said very seriously.

"Really, if you went to Wudang, the purple-robed big shots would probably take a fancy to you, feel you have great Dao affinity."

Liao Jia chuckled, not angry: "Don't say it, for a few years I really had that thought, just my parents dead set disagreed."

"Before I also thought about finding a girlfriend, went on blind dates for a while."

"The young ones I found too childish, the mature ones too picky, the intellectual ones too boring, same-age ones were all married women."

"Hey, Mingxian, did I tell you, one of my blind dates, she had a husband and kids, still came out on a blind date."

"Never told me. This is only the twenty-ninth time." Nie Mingxian casually tossed out a number.

"That many?" Liao Jia couldn't even remember clearly himself.

"Who remembers your stuff?"

Nie Mingxian waved his hand, then looked at Liu Guo: "You want to introduce a girlfriend to Liao Ge, character-wise you can rest assured, he really is pure-hearted and few-desired."

"A girl takes the initiative to strip in front of him, he feels it's not right and can help her put it back on and send her away."

As Nie Mingxian said this, his ear got pinched: "What did you do before? Didn't confess honestly?"

Nie Mingxian saying this, one listen and you know there's a story, or he's someone who's roamed the mortal world unrestrained.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

"Lightly, lightly. Didn't I tell you, it's a legend!"

"Where would I get that kind of idle money?" Nie Mingxian slapped Liu Guo's hand away, honest and aggrieved.

"Thinking like that won't work either. Now you're already tied down." Liu Guo said blandly.

Liao Jia's gaze flickered on Liu Guo, then he looked at Nie Mingxian, smiling without speaking.

Nie Mingxian saw this expression and said: "Right, Liu Guo, you've stabilized Liao Ge's Dao heart again. Now monks and Daoists seeing him will love him even more, unable to let go."

Liu Guo heard this, her face instantly reddened.

Girls being too violent is ultimately not good, it really would leave a bad impression on Liao Jia.

Fang Ziye didn't meddle in this chat. After ordering, he went out to confirm the order with the waiter. When he came back, he found the topic had already shifted to Liao Jia's hobbies and tastes.

"Ziye, give Liao Ge a suggestion. He doesn't like this, doesn't like that. What style of girl suits him best?" Nie Mingxian asked.

Liao Jia's age really isn't small anymore. He can find a girlfriend now, otherwise he'll be a bachelor until nearly forty.

Fang Ziye shook his head, decisively admitted cowardice: "I don't understand this either. I can't even tell the types of girls apart."

"Don't you have a research assistant? Twenty-six or seven this year, looks pretty good. Show Liao Jia her photo?" Nie Mingxian casually tried to matchmake.

"No. Why would I take her photo?"

"She'll enter the lab later." Fang Ziye shook his head explaining.

Han Jingyi's temperament and looks both cannot compare to Luo Tingzhu. This might be Fang Ziye's favoritism, but Fang Ziye truly had no other intentions.

"Alright, you lot stop randomly pairing people up. Better to meet people in reality, to avoid awkwardness later."

"Want a drink?"

"Cocktails work too." Liao Jia suggested.

Fang Ziye drove, so he definitely couldn't drink, unless he called a designated driver.

Liao Jia said: "Fang Ziye, don't keep shaking your head. I'll call a designated driver, or some light beer works too."

"Red wine also works."

Liu Guo actively chose red wine first.

No one found it unexpected. It's not that girls who drink aren't good girls.

Loving without indulging is actually a kind of experience in life's journey.

This is just personal preference.

"……"

During the meal, everyone was very sensible and didn't talk about their specialties or work, but started from Liao Jia and Nie Mingxian's university days.

Nie Mingxian and Liao Jia were both in the Eight-Year Program at Peking Union Medical College; unlike Nie Mingxian, who applied for early graduation after less than seven years, Liao Jia finished the program directly and even slacked off for seven or eight years.

Specializing in animal models, once Liao Jia earned enough money, he quit his job and went solo on the business route; when he wanted to earn money he would take a job, and when it was done he would leave, with no restraints.

Similarly, because they both did business work, they had no exclusive accumulation of their own; many patents were monetized by him, and in academia and professional standing, he had not many achievements.

After hearing this, Liu Guo's mindset was the same as Fang Ziye's at the time: "Liao Ge, your resume is simply what many medical practitioners dream of."

"Speaking purely of lifestyle, even big experts and big professors don't live as freely as you."

"Clinical doctors can't do that — operate when they want, pat their buttocks and walk away when they don't; clinical work has a heap of things that are fetters that can't be severed."

Nie Mingxian listened and said: "Liu Guo, is it because the sanatorium is relatively freer that you chose to obey your father's arrangement and come here?"

"Otherwise? I have to have something to gain, right?"

"I graduated at twenty-five, have already been in clinical for another five years, and this year I'm already thirty; if I don't think about having some fun now, once I really lead a group there, I'll never be able to escape." Liu Guo sighed.

"From junior high school on, my parents controlled me exceptionally strictly; even going on trips was always in summer camps or winter camps — I never enjoyed a vacation."

"After entering university, I thought I could rest a bit, but unexpectedly I was met with the whip of massive medical textbooks; I didn't dare stop."

"After starting work, I was merged into standardized training right after graduation, then became chief resident, then attending..." Liu Guo shared her state.

She had no worries about food and drink, no worries about spending money — she just worried about having no time to spend money, no chance to enjoy life.

In her planning, she was either in internal competition or on the road to internal competition.

Life's encounters vary for each person.

Nie Mingxian would envy Liu Guo's carefreeness, Liu Guo envied Liao Jia's suave freedom, Liao Jia envied Fang Ziye's research accumulation and current achievements, and Fang Ziye likewise envied these few people!

All damn eight-year program graduates — they never endured the whip of the long training system, nor were they properly beaten by the full three years of standardized training.

However, those who can enter the eight-year program get higher scores in the college entrance exam and have a higher starting point — that is the return on what they paid in high school.

After the meal, Fang Ziye sent the group back on the way; Nie Mingxian stayed in the clinical area dormitory where Liu Guo was, very close to Liu Guo's dormitory.

The dormitory area was also double-occupancy, with private bathrooms and a kitchen, so there was no rule that female students must not be on the same floor as male students.

Liao Jia was in the dormitory building near the laboratory area, not far away, and he was too lazy to walk further.

After dropping everyone off, Fang Ziye drove back to the city district again.

When Fang Ziye opened his maternal aunt's house door, Han Jingyi was inside eating takeout, and she was also guarding the table, fiddling with a computer.

Fang Ziye had sent a message in advance to greet her, so Han Jingyi wasn't afraid; instead, she wiped her mouth properly and stood up.

"Teacher Fang."

"I came to take a look; do you still need to buy some things? I drove, I can take you along." Fang Ziye asked.

Han Jingyi could be said to have come seeking refuge with him; he counted as her "boss"!

Not picking her up at the train station, but having arrived in Enshi, if he didn't even show his face, that would be overly cautious and too inhumane.

"Teacher Fang, I've already finished buying; the supermarket next door delivers to the door, and I also bought tableware and cookware, but today I only just finished organizing and disinfecting, so I didn't cook myself."

"Thank you, Teacher Fang." Han Jingyi still looked somewhat restrained.

This year's postgraduate entrance exam was her third attempt.

However, after following Fang Ziye for a while, she felt that the graduate student life she had dreamed of wasn't that happy either!

Although the current salary is low, the ceiling is high; later, if she can do some small projects in Fang Ziye's team, she can also overtake on the curve.

Currently, there are very few talents in China who purely take the research route; this is a very high-quality track.

On this track, as long as you have output, you are a big shot; your degree can be raised slowly, muddled through slowly; as long as you have research achievements, you can be peacefully "supported" by the hospital.

No need to handle doctor-patient relations, and not too many personnel disputes...

After pouring Fang Ziye a cup of water, Han Jingyi smiled and said: "Teacher Fang, I haven't had time to buy tea leaves yet; please drink a cup of plain boiled water first — it's all boiled purified water."

Fang Ziye looked around this familiar house, nodded and said: "Han Jingyi, you must think it through yourself; although I've been promoted to associate professor now, the salary I can give you actually isn't high."

"Of course, it might be a bit better than before; if you do more things, I'll give you more performance pay."

"However, let's put the ugly words up front."

"Before, I treated you as a student, so some things I didn't assign to you; but a work relationship and a teacher-student relationship are not the same!"

Han Jingyi nodded upon hearing this: "I know, Teacher Fang; I've thought it through very, very clearly, and I've also asked my family — they all support my decision."

Han Jingyi continued: "Actually, Teacher Fang, my previous few re-examinations all failed; maybe it's because my own clinical talent is limited; in that case, switching tracks is also a very good choice!"

"Also, I feel Teacher Fang needs an assistant; that way I can help you handle some miscellaneous tasks, and incidentally learn more!"

"Teacher Fang, actually I'm the one getting the better deal."

"If I went to our hospital's endocrinology department, I might not even get into such a good team as yours, Teacher Fang." Han Jingyi didn't show weakness or plead, but stated her thoughts truthfully.

Very real, and very realistic.

"I'll send you a list of our group's published and submitted articles later, and give you my email account and password!"

"Recently, you just help our team handle these things; you don't need to read the specific content of the articles, just report the submission progress in time."

"Also, I'll send you a list; this is the task arrangement plan for my students and my two fellow trainees this year."

"You don't need to urge them; I'll report progress to you later, you just compile these progresses into a table format; it won't delay much of your time."

"The rest of the time, you must quickly familiarize yourself with our orthopedics basic research direction, read more literature!"

"Even if your interest is endocrinology, you must first familiarize yourself with our orthopedics disease types, because you are my research assistant..."

"Of course, actually there's still another path; you have an innate advantage."

"Endocrinology is called internal medicine of bones; currently orthopedics has no internal medicine..." Fang Ziye adhered to the principle of giving a sweet date after a stick, speaking very cruelly.

"Okay, Teacher Fang."

"No problem." Han Jingyi felt these were all very simple, even simpler than the previous data organizing and collecting.

Fang Ziye continued: "Han Jingyi, our team is in the initial stage, still just an embryo; we don't support idle people, and there won't be any spare loafer positions."

"If you continue working in the team as a Research Assistant, we don't mind having an extra Assistant, but if you want to enter the team proper."

"You have to find opportunities to demonstrate your capability yourself!"

"We can't afford to keep idle people."

Upon hearing this, Han Jingyi lowered her head.

Regarding this point, she did not have enough confidence.

Otherwise, she would have passed the Graduate Student entrance exam long ago; why would she need to come be a Research Assistant?

However, everyone is an Adult now; interactions between Adults are essentially an exchange of interests.

……

After everything was said clearly, Fang Ziye also left.

A true Research Assistant and a student Assistant naturally undertake different tasks and workloads; Fang Ziye did not stand on ceremony either.

The salary he gave Han Jingyi was not considered low in the Industry!

On the return journey, Fang Ziye received another call from Director Tan Guodong of the Hand Surgery Department at Enshi Central Hospital.

He had just done surgery at the Central Hospital today; not answering the call today would be inappropriate.

"Director Tan, is it about the patient we operated on today? Did something unexpected happen?" Fang Ziye asked.

"No no, Professor Fang, you've misunderstood."

"I wanted to ask if Professor Fang has time to come out for a Late-night Snack together?"

"Professor Fang left in a hurry, and you've worked hard; I haven't had a chance to fulfill my duty as host yet." Tan Guodong invited with a smile, his tone exceptionally amiable.

"I've been controlling fat recently, so I don't eat Late-night Snacks; Director Tan, you all enjoy yourselves."

"I have surgery tomorrow, and I plan to go back and rest now." Fang Ziye replied politely.

"Professor Fang, sorry to disturb your rest!"

"It's like this: Deputy Director Ding Yue of our Group and I both feel Professor Fang's technique is superb, so we're thickening our skin to ask if Professor Fang can spare time to come teach a few more surgeries?" Tan Guodong spoke very subtly.

Actually, it just meant someone had approached him wanting Fang Ziye to be Lead Surgeon.

Only if Fang Ziye agreed would he dare accept the patient; if Fang Ziye didn't agree, he wouldn't dare bring this Disease Type into the Department.

"Director Tan, the next few months aren't very convenient!"

"My schedule is quite full!"

"Roughly tomorrow, one of my students will arrive; in Two Months, another Fellow Trainee and Doctor of mine will also come!"

"I still have my own Tasks. Really sorry; if there's an opportunity later, we can have Mutual Exchange and seek guidance." Fang Ziye didn't close the door completely either.

Professor Qu Tangwei invited him to do surgery, and he agreed; although it was through Qu Tangwei's connection with Tan Guodong, Fang Ziye also had intricate connections utilizing Tan Guodong to build his own network.

Directly refusing wouldn't be particularly Thick-skinned/Kind either.

The Consultation request itself is not wrong; any Department of any Hospital will have Consultation requests.

Asking doctors from other Specialties to assist in diagnosis and treatment, and asking doctors from Superior Hospitals to assist — the Essence is the same.

It's just hard to judge whether a Consultation carries other imposed purposes.

Additionally, when requesting external Hospital Consultation, one has the right to Refuse.

Tan Guodong was quite satisfied with this too, laughing: "Professor Fang, then if it's convenient for you, contact me Anytime! ~ I'll thicken my skin and bother you."

After interacting with Fang Ziye for a few days, Tan Guodong finally thoroughly understood a principle: if you're not in the same circle, don't force your way in.

Otherwise, even if you squeeze yourself out of shape, you'll just circle around the edge of the circle.

……

Actually, there aren't many Secrets to speak of between the Clinical Big Group and the Research Big Group in the Yangyuan!

On the morning of the 5th, while Fang Ziye was still on his Morning Run, Professor Fang Zhikuan, who was out for a walk, asked: "Professor Fang, I heard you and your team are currently working on Basic Research Projects in the direction of Synovial Sarcoma and Osteosarcoma?"

"Is Professor Fang planning to advance in the Tumor Direction?"

Fang Ziye slowed his pace, wiped the Sweat from his neck with a Towel, then smiled and asked: "Professor Fang, you know about this matter too?"

Fang Zhikuan smiled casually: "Professor Fang is now the Group Leader of our Orthopedics Big Group; we also have teams on the Laboratory side, so naturally we pay more attention."

"Professor Fang, don't take offense; my meaning is, if Professor Fang lacks Manpower, just let us know, we can Dispatch people to Come Help!"

Hey, you monitor the Group Leader's movements this closely?

Fang Ziye complained inwardly, Shaking his Head: "Professor Fang, if there's a need, I'll definitely request help; for now it's still just the beginning."

Fang Zhikuan touched his nose and said: "Professor Fang, it's like this: if your team produces any models or Achievements, you still need to report and register them to the Research Big Group Leader as soon as possible."

"One is for patent protection; two, it can also count as Contribution Points!"

"The Contribution Points distinction between the Research Big Group and our Clinical Big Group is different; previously Professor Fang hadn't Entered the Lab, so we didn't say much."

"This can Avoid some unnecessary Misunderstandings." Fang Zhikuan offered Guidance.

The so-called Misunderstandings naturally meant Colliding with outside teams, or people with ulterior motives trying to pick the peaches.

"Mm, okay, thank you Professor Fang." Fang Ziye expressed thanks.

"Professor Fang, regarding the Functional Reconstruction Surgery later, can Professor Gong and I operate some nodes?" Fang Zhikuan asked proactively.

Fang Ziye thought for a moment and said: "Of course, Professor Fang; just afraid of tiring you two."

Currently, Functional Reconstruction Surgery counts as a cross-specialty Disease Type between Hand Surgery and Trauma Surgery; either Specialty admitting patients is not wrong.

This surgery's Upper Limit is very high, prospects excellent; Professor Fang Zhikuan wanting to advance in this popular Direction isn't aiming too high.

Professors Fang Zhikuan and Gong Jiahe are different from Tan Guodong; Tan Guodong was purely trying to get something for nothing, purely making Fang Ziye do the work — couldn't be called teaching.

The two Professors' Basic Skills are very solid; slowly tempering for Half a Year or so, as long as the Surgery volume is enough, they can start Functional Reconstruction Surgery.

"Then thank you, Professor Fang." Fang Zhikuan lightly cupped his fists.

The two parted!

……

The functional reconstruction surgery wasn't difficult; Fang Ziye had already accumulated enough surgical cases by now, at most it was just a routine surgery.

However, within the sanatorium, the number of cases performed wasn't very high yet.

Therefore, when Fang Ziye operated, not only were Professor Gong Jiahe and the others watching intently, but Du Donglin and the others from Hand Surgery also squeezed into the operating room, bringing step stools, each finding a convenient viewing angle to observe the surgery.

Unlike Fang Zhikuan and the others from Trauma Surgery, Du Donglin, Ye Fusheng, and Professor Yao Zhanzhong were pure Hand Surgeons, so their understanding and reading of the surgery would be more profound and precise.

As Fang Ziye operated, Professor Yao Zhanzhong analyzed in a low voice, whether discussing or simply reciting: "This is muscle splitting lengthening; I don't know why Professor Fang chose the splitting point at one-third instead of one-half."

"Could it be he wants to split into three segments? Coverage lengthening?"

Professor Yao Zhanzhong's voice wasn't loud, wouldn't disturb Fang Ziye, but the sound reached Fang Ziye's ears just right.

Although it wouldn't disturb, such commentary still made Fang Ziye feel slightly odd.

Professor Yao Zhanzhong raised a question; not answering would be rude, answering would affect the surgery.

Fang Ziye just glanced in Yao Zhanzhong's direction.

Gong Jiahe saw Fang Ziye's hand stop, and saw him look outside the operating table, so he hurriedly explained: "Professor Fang, Professor Du from Hand Surgery and I unanimously decided to form a large-scale study group to conduct discussion and reading during your surgery."

"If you find it inconvenient, we won't speak. We'll debrief postoperatively."

Learning has its proper form; although they're older, they also came up from youth, also came up from being novices.

To improve efficiency in learning surgery, inviting those who understand to discuss together — the speed is undoubtedly fastest, and they can specially and professionally break down and reorganize every single step of Fang Ziye's.

Their knowledge reserves and technical reserves are sufficient; after breaking it down many times like this, they can quickly enter within the threshold.

"No no!"

"I just found it a bit unexpected." Fang Ziye smiled in reply, then lowered his head and resumed operating.

This truly surprised him, because this cooperative learning model was a new model he couldn't even operate when he was at Zhongnan Hospital!

The several professors from Hand Surgery and Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital would never stand together so purely for surgical learning breakdown like Professor Gong Jiahe and the others.

People change with their environment; many are very smart, able to think of ideas one couldn't imagine oneself.

Because resources differ, methods also differ when utilizing resources and conducting resource allocation.

Pretty impressive!

Du Donglin then said: "Professor Yao, let's control our voices even lower."

Upon hearing this, Yao Zhanzhong lowered his voice another notch.

This atmosphere was good, yet also somewhat strange.

Strange to the point that the anesthesiologist from Anesthesiology and the two circulating male nurses looked at each other in bewilderment.

If Fang Ziye were a bit older, had some white hair or wrinkles, this scene wouldn't be strange.

If Fang Ziye's age and Professor Du Donglin's age were swapped, this picture also wouldn't be strange.

A group of forty-to-fifty-year-old middle-aged people surrounding a young junior, discussing and learning like a university study group, while the operating Fang Ziye was excessively young.

More importantly, some words from older middle-aged people like Yao Zhanzhong instinctively made one feel it was commercial mutual flattery —

"This operation is truly marvelous, this detail is also controlled extremely well."

"Look, Professor Du, when Professor Fang does nerve epineurium exposure, one cut down, only the epineurium damaged, not a bit deeper — this knife control angle and force!"

"Hiss—~~"

This was originally Professor Yao Zhanzhong's heartfelt admiration, but after experiencing many social occasions, the anesthesiologist would also instinctively feel Yao Zhanzhong was bootlicking!

And a whole group of old bootlickers, surrounding one person 'licking' like they were 'in heat'!

Truly shameless, and also makes one admire them!

One person licking might be a personal character issue.

When a whole group licks one person, you have to examine whether your own thinking angle has a problem, whether your instinctive thinking direction has gone astray.

Under a great reputation there are no empty scholars.

This surgery counts as the strangest atmosphere in the sanatorium's operating room so far, bar none.

Until the surgery ended, Yang Lin, responsible for anesthesia, racked his brains for a good while but couldn't figure out the reason.

Because Fang Ziye stirred up a storm in Orthopedics, but he was from Anesthesiology, so he knew nothing of the commotion Fang Ziye caused.

Unrelated to his own specialty, I'd be weird if I cared about you?

So many advances and breakthroughs worldwide, nationwide — if I knew them all, why would I still be an anesthesiologist? I'd go do press releases directly, earn more than being an anesthesiologist!

Who knows how many medical device and pharmaceutical companies want to obtain such first-hand information, letting their companies stay at the forefront of patent purchasing channels...

"Does Professor Fang always operate like this?" Yang Lin asked the two circulating nurses.

The two brothers both shook their heads: "Today's the first time; last month during surgery, it wasn't like this."

"But Professor Gong and the others from Trauma Surgery Group have always held Professor Fang in extremely high regard; Professor Fang's technique is the highest quality we've ever seen."

"Supposedly, in the Surgical Group, currently not a single professor, even in individual basic skills, can surpass Professor Fang."

"All basic skills?" Yang Lin sharply inhaled a breath of cold air.

Good basic skills — that's simply a super absolute expert with profound internal strength; does whatever he wants, eats whatever he wants!

"Mm—~" The slightly taller young man nodded affirmatively.

"No wonder, I was wondering how the sanatorium would agree to let a young person simultaneously span two groups, merging Hand Surgery and Trauma Surgery into an Orthopedics Group."

"So that's the reason."

"Remarkable—~"

"Won't take ten years, this Professor Fang is definitely an extraordinary talent. Seems quite humble too, tsk tsk..." Yang Lin was filled with emotion.

Extremely envious.

Fang Ziye's technique is excellent, that's worth envying, bound to have achievements.

Accomplished at a young age, that's even better.

After the surgery ended, Fang Ziye didn't get a chance to slip away directly, but was warmly invited by Professor Du Donglin and the others back to the surgical work area for a post-op review.

Someone had recorded a video — it was Professor Ye Fusheng from Hand Surgery, who had filmed the entire surgical process.

After entering the demonstration classroom, he copied the video onto the computer, then said with a smile: "Professor Fang, next we'll have to trouble you to give us a detailed explanation!"

"If it doesn't delay your other arrangements, you can speak for as long as you can — we all have time."

After Ye Fusheng finished speaking, he looked at the youngest in his group, Han Hongquan: "Hongquan, you know how to order takeout, right? Order some fruit, melon seeds, and coffee to be delivered — I'll reimburse you later."

"We'll eat while we talk."

The several professors were quite proactive in their learning, and their arrangements beyond learning were also exceptionally thorough.

Unlike their own junior trainees, they were all relatively financially free — let alone buying melon seeds and fruit!

If Fang Ziye were willing, hiring ten technicians to serve him while he lectured — they could all afford it!

Of course, this was just a metaphor.

Fang Ziye himself loved learning and liked being with people who loved learning, so he didn't stand on ceremony and said: "Then I'll just speak casually — I didn't prepare in advance, so wherever I speak to counts!"

"Professors, functional reconstruction surgery is essentially a comprehensive application of transposition surgery and transplantation surgery."

"Naturally, before transposition and transplantation, we must first do a good job with muscle relaxation techniques and debridement techniques!"

"This is my current understanding of functional reconstruction surgery, and it's an understanding from a structural framework perspective."

Fang Ziye had once learned "teaching according to aptitude," so his explanations and lectures to Gong Jiahe and the others were different from his previous teaching to Lan Tianluo and the others.

Lan Tianluo and them — their foundations weren't thick enough, their accumulation wasn't deep enough!

Rather than discussing framework with them, you might as well directly teach them how to do it.

This is similar to making money together with someone!

With a penniless person, where their next meal comes from and where to eat are completely uncertain.

You tell them what stocks to buy to make money — can they understand?

Better to directly give them a high-paying job, let them earn their initial capital accumulation.

But with someone who has over a hundred million in cash, you tell them a thirty-thousand-a-month job is great, you teach them how to work — they won't be that willing to listen to you either.

So Fang Ziye didn't go deep-in-shallow-out, but directly went deep-in-deep-out.

……

Fang Ziye had no other arrangements today, so once he started speaking, he went straight from 1 PM in the afternoon to 6 PM.

His throat really couldn't take it anymore; seeing that Gong Jiahe and the others showed no intention of unilaterally calling a halt, he took the initiative to stop first.

"Professors, let's stop here for today — I'll check later if there's a pharmacy nearby and go buy some throat lozenges." Fang Ziye said jokingly.

"The pharmacy has them! ~" Gu Yi raised his hand, replying with a somewhat simple-minded air.

Fang Ziye shot him a direct glare!

You're my Big Brother, you've got a real knack for screwing over your brothers.

Professor Du Donglin raised his hand to check his watch, immediately saying: "Sorry about that, Professor Fang — I was listening too intently and forgot the time."

"You covered a lot, very substantial — can't digest it all at once."

"Next time I'll definitely have to set an alarm — my fault!"

"Since it's like this today, I'll treat — let's go eat out!" Professor Du Donglin started making phone calls even as he spoke.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye first glanced at his phone — didn't see any dinner invitation messages from Nie Mingxian and Liao Jia — so he nodded in agreement.

The group began filing out one after another, discussing how to drive over.

Professor Gong Jiahe said: "I won't drive — I'll ride in Professor Fang's car."

Du Donglin, hearing this, bumped fists with Professor Gong Jiahe at close range — Fang Ziye's sharp eyes caught Du Donglin handing Gong Jiahe an envelope.

Sure enough, everyone else was driven away by Du Donglin and the others — only Gong Jiahe alone got into Fang Ziye's car, and after getting in, he produced two envelopes.

Estimated — one envelope contained a w!

Fang Ziye stepped on the brake, smiling: "Professor Gong, isn't this a bit too polite?"

Gong Jiahe waved his hand, explaining: "This is from me and Professor Fang and the others, this is from Professor Du and the others."

"At our age, paying for knowledge is just a habit!"

"Professor Fang, just take it — opportunities like this won't come often!" Gong Jiahe said quite confidently.

If Fang Ziye is willing to feed knowledge like this, he's confident that in one month or two months, he'll have functional reconstruction surgery in hand.

It's just ten thousand per person.

Gu Yi and the others are just along for the free ride — Gong Jiahe also believes Fang Ziye won't ask them for money.

"Professor Gong, wasn't it said the sanatorium would pay too?" Fang Ziye still felt a bit embarrassed.

Gong Jiahe is used to paying for knowledge — he's used to being freeloaded off at Zhongnan Hospital!

Previous lectures, what he got in hand was only a hundred-some thousand. And that was funded by the Chinese Medical Association Orthopedics Branch and the Hubei Medical Association Orthopedics Branch.

"Professor Fang, just take it for now."

"First meeting, talk rules; after feelings deepen, talk sentiment."

"It's not that much, actually — by your standard, it should be three thousand per half hour, which comes to forty thousand to be reasonable."

"If you go overseas to lecture and teach, double pay is perfectly normal." Gong Jiahe said all the good words and bad words!

Fang Ziye couldn't find a reason not to take it.

"Then thank you, Professor Gong — today's meal is on me, nobody's objection counts!" Fang Ziye said with a smile.

Give and take, handling relationships like this — that's how they become familiar.

Indeed, first encounter — basically not much sentiment or bond — talking a bit distantly actually makes it easier to get along.

Later when familiar, if they become friends, probably won't be this polite with you anymore.

But that's for later.

Social interactions between adults often begin with unfamiliarity and observing etiquette.

While driving, Fang Ziye's mind was chaotic and complex.

Two years ago, when he was in Enshi, he worried about living expenses, borrowed money from his Senior Brother, borrowed from Jiebiao, and used Hua Biao.

Now, he can receive twenty thousand in half a day!

This era is terrible, very realistic, but also very good.

If you have sufficient capability to look down on an entire industry, you generally won't end up in a bad state.

Liao Jia can have savings of tens of millions at a young age, all from legitimate sources; why can't he, Fang Ziye, do the same?

……

Fang Ziye paid the bill, and the others didn't fight him for it, because Fang Ziye had the strength to do so.

On the return journey, Professor Gong Jiahe didn't ride in Fang Ziye's car, but went to the Teahouse with Du Donglin and the others, saying they wanted to play Mahjong to pass the time.

Gu Yi certainly wasn't as carefree as those professors, so he followed Fang Ziye to the passenger seat.

Looking at the "red bricks" inside the two envelopes, his eyes reddened first, then he froze, and raised his head to look at Fang Ziye.

Finally he took a deep gasp of cold air and said: "Ziye, if I don't make something of myself in this life, I, Gu Yi, will write my two-character name backwards."

"Stubbornly persisting to the end!" Gu Yi was full of fighting spirit, gazing at the night ahead.

The headlights weren't on, but the heater in the front row not only kept the cold wind out, but turned it into warm air, warming body and mind.

Fang Ziye didn't say a single word, because he had expressed everything he wanted to say.

"Senior Brother, we've arrived!" Fang Ziye stepped on the brake and stopped, then said this.

Gu Yi left carefreely, then entered the dormitory area without looking back.

Fang Ziye has good aptitude, but he has also struggled, suffered from hypoglycemia...

So, all of this, Fang Ziye deserves it; he has also silently contributed a lot, a lot a lot, a lot a lot a lot a lot; Gu Yi only envies, does not jealousy...

(Chapter End)