Chapter 585: Accidental Injury and cuan Death!

Chen Song's question ultimately had to be answered, and Fang Ziye stood up: "Dean Chen, actually I never thought of climbing that high; I only hope to be a group leader in any team on the laboratory side."

The laboratory also used a group system, each responsible for different research directions.

Basic scientific research could also be divided into multiple categories of directions; Fang Ziye was already very familiar with these outlines, and what he wanted to excel in was energy metabolism!

"You really are greedy!" Chen Song shrugged the beard on his chin.

"But since you've been greedy enough to step forward, there are more people with greedy thoughts than just you."

"If you have the ability, letting you take over the Dean's position isn't exactly a bitter pit." Chen Song said in a displeased tone.

Chen Song's meaning was very obvious: he wanted to spend money but didn't want to take responsibility.

No way.

How many years had Chen Song been mixing around in the medical field?

He clearly knew one thing: without funding there is no scientific research, without money you can't do a damn bit of research.

The sanatorium's funding sources were relatively free, allowing researchers like Fang Ziye to temporarily escape the troubles of funding, and it was still a quiet place.

Those who truly wanted to do academics, once they came here, wanting to escape constraints, it all depended on whether the other person's free Dao Heart was stable.

The sanatorium itself did not restrict your personal freedom.

"Dean Chen, this topic, let's talk about it later; let's get down to business first."

"And even if there is a goal, one must move forward step by step." Fang Ziye replied.

Chen Song nodded, changing his address: "Fang Ziye, you don't need to be particularly cautious; here, talk money when it's time to talk money, talk prospects when it's time to talk prospects, openly and properly discuss it, no one will say anything wrong about you."

"You could put it this way: those who can come here have basically cast aside the four words 'seeking fame and reputation'."

"You can talk about this topic with anyone without any awkwardness."

"More importantly, the sanatorium has close ties between basic research and companies; patent breakthroughs and output can directly land and be converted into commodities, a direct benefit conversion platform."

"On this point, you should know better than me, right?"

"Let me think, this year in February, you should have received a substantial profit dividend, right?" Chen Song asked with a smile.

Fang Ziye nodded; what Chen Song said was true.

The last time he went to Han City, the reason Fang Ziye was unrestrained was actually because his wallet was slightly bulging.

He cooperated with Chen Guangbai's company on an animal model for mangled extremity limb salvage surgery, plus patent usage right dividends for a microcirculation instrument.

He received over three million yuan in hand.

This was only what had already been transacted, not including the remaining ninety percent of pre-orders.

The animal model for mangled extremity limb salvage surgery only targeted orthopedic doctors.

The equipment of the microcirculation instrument involved numerous 120 ambulances, emergency equipment boxes, hospitals, departments, emergency departments, equipment warehouses, logistics reserves... nationwide.

This would be a very huge supply volume.

Now it was still in the stage where domestic production and sales were not completed, and production had not yet been expanded for export.

Just this one patent, Fang Ziye's dividends and profits over the past period totaling several hundred million yuan were absolutely not an exaggeration.

Why do basic scientific research? Why turn scientific research patents into real products?

The reason is just this simple: it yields ten thousandfold profit, even a hundred thousandfold profit!

"Dean Chen, actually I previously made an appointment with Boss Chen, wanting to treat him to a meal to thank him in person, but Boss Chen has always been busy, and I haven't had such an opportunity yet." Fang Ziye replied frankly.

Previously it was Chen Song who was hard to book with Fang Ziye; now Fang Ziye wanted to book Chen Song, but Chen Song didn't have so much free time.

"There will be an opportunity soon; drink alcohol in moderation, try not to drink during work hours."

"Don't become a drunkard, drinking and messing up business." Chen Song himself liked tea but not alcohol, but he could understand others loving alcohol.

"I myself don't like drinking alcohol." Fang Ziye replied.

"Dean Chen, how about I go out and help?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Hey..." Chen Song, hearing this, rolled his eyes at Fang Ziye and said in an unfathomable tone: "You think that pot is really our dinner?"

Fang Ziye's buttocks stopped moving, and then Chen Song chatted with Fang Ziye about some issues regarding modern medicine basic scientific research.

And he also consulted Fang Ziye, asking if he could analyze and statistically study the medicinal properties of existing traditional Chinese medicine, and if he had any suggestions.

The medical classics passed down by the ancients were naturally correct, but the Chinese medicinal herbs of their era were mostly wild, with sufficient years.

Nowadays Chinese medicinal herbs mostly benefited from artificial breeding, and their medicinal properties might be slightly insufficient; based on this situation, even if mountains were closed to protect medicine, with the development of medicine, supply would inevitably fail to meet demand.

Seriously reclassifying planted medicinal herbs and re-quantifying prescriptions was the current major trend in the development of basic research in traditional Chinese medicine.

Living people cannot be suffocated by urine...

"Dean Chen, I'm not particularly familiar with basic research in traditional Chinese medicine, but I've heard that currently the basic research of traditional Chinese medicine decoctions is leaning toward cell experiments?" Fang Ziye asked.

"All have been done."

"Mainly because it involves cells of basic diseases, and it's more convenient when adjusting drug dosages."

"This is similar to your modern medicine's quantitative analysis of a new drug: why is this drug one tablet, how many grams or milligrams per tablet."

"The concentration of our Chinese medicine decoctions and the ratios of different medicinal herbs also need to be done slowly." Chen Song replied.

Fang Ziye then asked: "Dean Chen, why not choose animal testing?"

"We can't take pulses and diagnose syndromes for animals? And for cells we can't..."

"If there needs to be a very direct ratio positioning, it can only be done on living people!" Chen Song's mouth corner twitched slightly.

The thousands of years of development of traditional Chinese medicine were all relatively violent 'scientific research'!

Done directly on living people.

Even the analysis of medicinal properties was done by tasting themselves, discerning flavors, discerning medicinal properties...

Fang Ziye seemed to somewhat understand why traditional Chinese medicine research progress was slow, and why the directions were changeable and strange.

Relying solely on people stuffing things in, how could it be figured out in a short time?

With current legislation, no leader would dare let you do this?

For example, now the medicinal properties of the Chinese herbs being cultivated aren't strong enough, so one has to go find wild ones, preventing ordinary people from accessing authentic Chinese medicinal herbs, with the supply going to power holders.

Or else, according to ancient prescriptions, the general efficacy is just mixed in.

To be honest, massively increasing dosages and letting patients directly become test subjects—once a problem arises, it becomes a collective "incident," and who dares let such a thing happen within their jurisdiction?

As for whether the ancestors had compared animal meridians or practiced syndrome differentiation and treatment, Fang Ziye really didn't understand it thoroughly enough.

"Little Fang, so we have no choice but to use deformed research methods to slowly develop our Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"As a result, now some well-known professors, even Academicians of Modern Medicine, say Traditional Chinese Medicine is useless, only Chinese herbs are useful. Chinese herbs are good things." Chen Song's voice was relatively cautious.

But Fang Ziye knew who they were?

The most representative figure would be Zhong Lao, who had rendered extremely great assistance to Eastern Han and received the Republic Medal.

"But Dean Chen, some of Teacher Zhong's views are still consistent with yours. Developing Traditional Chinese Medicine requires opposing quack doctors, opposing counterfeit and inferior Chinese herbs, and accelerating the pace of modernization."

"This seems to be the first modern medicine doctor to clearly propose such views." Fang Ziye said.

Chen Song nodded, very naturally saying: "So now his and my situation is the same, being shouted at and attacked in the mainstream Traditional Chinese Medicine world, feeling he is strangling the future of Traditional Chinese Medicine, he is a very solid Anti-TCM Faction member."

"I'm not afraid to tell you, some of our domestically well-known Famous TCM Masters all rose up relying on this set of methods."

"Once there is really a strict investigation and punishment!"

Chen Song tilted his head left and right, looking at his own house: "Now many groups in the name of Traditional Chinese Medicine and herbs, seeking profit, will all be implicated."

"What are those things!" Chen Song indeed lived up to the reputation Fang Ziye had heard of, daring to speak and criticize.

Just short of saying current Traditional Chinese Medicine is a nest of stinking rats.

Fang Ziye did not comment on a single word.

……

When Chen Guangbai's daughter Chen Xixian came in to call the two for dinner, Fang Ziye truly understood what Chen Song meant by dinner.

Approaching mealtime, Chen Guangbai's own stir-fried Cured Meat Dried Tofu Threads were finished, and then the Cuisine Team and Auntie Team walked in from outside.

Remember, it's a team, not one or two people.

The prepared dishes were directly brought by cart, setting out a large table.

There was seafood, White Cut Chicken, stir-fried Vegetables, a feast for the eyes...

Except there were no guests, and that kind of super 'Large Round Table' wasn't used, basically everything was complete.

The crabs were Crab Roe Crab Meat, not whole crabs brought over for you to gnaw on.

This scene seemed to fit Fang Ziye's cognition of a billionaire tycoon, yet also felt like he was living in a dream.

Eating very refreshingly.

The dishes he stir-fried himself went well with rice, the seafood tasted delicious and sweet, and the Spiny Meat's texture gave Fang Ziye a new definition of the two characters 'Spiny Meat'.

……

After eating, there was no need to clean up, someone directly packed away the pots and bowls!

Chen Guangbai estimated was nearby, had specially set up a Kitchen and Warehouse, just to serve Old Master Chen Song.

That could be understood.

Chen Guangbai had money, as long as this money wasn't obtained by cheating and fraud, letting Old Master Chen Song use Gold Silk Bedding, you couldn't say anything, it would just make the elderly person easily catch a cold.

……

"Hope's Xi, grass radical, xi xian bottom, is also a kind of Chinese herb. Not the immortal's immortal." In the Living Room, Chen Xixian generously introduced herself, while sizing up Fang Ziye up and down.

Gaze cautious, as if in a thoughtful state.

Seeing his daughter like this, Chen Guangbai directly said: "This is Professor Fang, the Orthopedics Group Leader in the Yangyuan, not a blind date task arranged for you, stop looking."

Chen Xixian said: "Dad? You finding such a reason isn't the first time."

Chen Xixian was still glancing at Fang Ziye, not because she thought Fang Ziye was purely that handsome.

Fang Ziye's level of looks, Chen Xixian still wasn't hard to see, it was just that Fang Ziye's unique temperament combined with his appearance was truly not common.

"You go play by yourself, I need to discuss some serious matters with Professor Fang." Chen Guangbai, to dispel Chen Xixian's concerns, and to let Fang Ziye be more comfortable, directly drove Chen Xixian away.

"Then I'll go keep Grandpa company." Chen Xixian directly went out, not being particularly restrained because Fang Ziye was there.

Estimated was also because she saw Fang Ziye was a peer, even if the family background was on par with hers, he was still just a peer, in the future could be friends, not an elder, so there was no need to pay too much attention to etiquette.

After Chen Xixian left, Chen Guangbai's wife Zhong Ling walked in: "Professor Fang, do you like drinking tea or coffee?"

"I can do either, thank you Auntie! ~" Fang Ziye sized up Zhong Ling.

Zhong Ling was probably around fifty years old, but her figure had not gone out of shape at all, it was just her facial features were not well maintained, though her temperament was still very sufficient.

Zhong Ling then smiled and said: "I'll have someone prepare tea and bring it over."

After speaking, she also walked to Chen Guangbai's side, obviously also wanting to participate in Chen Guangbai and Fang Ziye's conversation.

Chen Guangbai said: "You, Auntie Zhong, are not from a medical background, but you hold an important position in our company, belonging to the Housekeeper."

"Every penny of funding in the Yangyuan goes through her hands, you can talk with peace of mind."

"Professor Fang, you have injected a considerable amount of fresh blood into our company's market! ~"

Fang Ziye heard this, feeling slightly guilty.

With his current share, estimated the entire company's net profit was not even fifty million, even including potential profits, for the entire company it was only a one percent share.

Chen Guangbai's words were a bit hypocritical.

"Boss Chen, you overpraise me."

"This can be calculated from the account books, unless Boss Chen you are not upright and deduct from the middle." Fang Ziye advanced by retreating, striking first.

You say the share occupied is not small, but only gave me this much, are you playing some tricks?

"Professor Fang, this is just the beginning, you are not officially cooperating with our company yet, just patent licensing."

"It's only been half a year of cooperation time, this makes you our company's super VIP."

"You might not be the company's Operator, so you can't see the important things inside."

"Not only look at market share, but also look at market volume and activity."

Zhong Ling added: "Professor Fang, actually doing business is mainly divided into two parts: one is one's own reserved land, and the other is new market volume."

"New volume is more precious than old volume; if there is a runway unique to oneself, then core competitiveness will be much greater."

"Medical-related tracks have only so many to begin with."

"However, I heard from your Uncle Chen that Professor Fang seems to have opened up a new track, and it's related to basic scientific research?"

"I don't know if Professor Fang is willing to continue cooperating with our company?"

"Our relevant engineers for basic instrument production and R&D have already been allocated over; as soon as the preliminary design drawings are completed, there are mature production lines ready to start operation."

"At most one day, and the finished products can reach the Enshi laboratory; logistics are now very developed and fast." Zhong Ling said rather sincerely.

"Uncle Chen, if I agree, will Dean Chen scold me for being fickle again?"

"I'm already almost fickle in eight ways." Fang Ziye replied.

Chen Guangbai shook his head: "This matter I naturally have already discussed with the old man at home!"

"He also has this intention."

"The basic experiment sector, although the demand of a single laboratory is not much, but across all of Eastern Han, there are at least several billion yuan of market annually, and worldwide there are at least several billion US dollars of market."

"Even if we just divide up one percent, it's still meat; after all, it counts as a new volume market."

"I estimate that if it weren't for Professor Fang's contact and communication methods being unilaterally protected, your phone would be about to be blown up by now! ~" Chen Guangbai said.

Some people's contact information cannot be reached just by anyone.

Otherwise, many academicians domestically wouldn't be able to think about sleeping all day long.

"Uncle Chen, then let's try it together; this thing is quite important." Fang Ziye replied.

After some basic argumentation methods are overturned, it's a case of pulling one hair and moving the whole body.

Those affected are not just Wu Xuanqi's team alone; if Fang Ziye only digs pits and doesn't fill them, he will definitely be scolded terribly then...

Having dug this pit, of course one must find a way to fill the pit.

Fang Ziye can fill pits for Wu Xuanqi, so naturally he needs to make more rigorous tumor migration and invasion optimization experiments and corresponding instruments as soon as possible.

Otherwise, starting from this breakpoint, if everyone takes revising conclusions as the endpoint, future research routes will become more difficult.

"Then thank Professor Fang for valuing us." Zhong Ling and Chen Guangbai both laughed...

Last time, in the microcirculation instrument cooperation, neither of the two came forward, but sent people to contact Fang Ziye.

This time, not long after, Fang Ziye had a new breakthrough, and Chen Song invited Fang Ziye again, so the two simply gave Fang Ziye enough face and personally communicated with Fang Ziye.

No details were given, and the share offered was very generous.

It could be bought out at once at a high price of two hundred million, or profit sharing could be given to Fang Ziye, and moreover, Fang Ziye was invited to serve as the company's technical consultant, with share rewards for holding.

When Fang Ziye came out of the courtyard, he looked back again, looking at that inconspicuous small courtyard, and instantly had a feeling as if separated by a world.

Fang Ziye had temporarily not agreed to the hiring of technical consultant, nor agreed to the buyout!

But the patent buyout price of two hundred million made Fang Ziye feel vague and confused.

Two small goals, what concept is this?

Fang Ziye deposited it into the bank, at least he could get a black card, and the annual interest alone could produce millions.

Of course, Fang Ziye evaluated it himself; this price was still given too high, mainly because Chen Guangbai saw his own prospects and wanted to win him over.

After the two hundred million buyout, the company's profit margin would become very very low.

Very likely the kind that takes several years to break even.

Fang Ziye took his own car and drove back to the villa area parking area.

"Shui Brother, you've worked hard today." Fang Ziye pushed a pack of cigarettes to him.

In the security team, the ones Fang Ziye was relatively familiar with were Long Jinhua and Wang Youshui. Youshui means swimming!

As for why Wang Youshui's parents gave him this name, it is unknown.

Wang Youshui hurriedly waved his hands: "Professor Fang, it's not allowed, really not allowed."

"Recently our captain just announced discipline; you'd better not give them to me."

"If caught again, that would be an error." Wang Youshui hurriedly pushed Fang Ziye outside.

"Then like this, I'll put them in my student dormitory; you go get them, mainly because I don't smoke either, it's better for the old comrades inside to smoke less..." Fang Ziye said.

"This?" Wang Youshui thought for a moment and gave a compromise suggestion.

"Professor Fang, how about I ask you to buy them?"

Fang Ziye shook his head: "This won't do; if you buy from me, the nature changes!"

"Hey, I'll distribute them..." Fang Ziye directly opened the cigarette box, and then poured half of them into Wang Youshui's cigarette box.

Fang Ziye had just returned to the villa area when he saw Luo Tingzhu sitting hugging her legs in the living room, and the gaze she looked at him with was especially full of grievance, with an indescribable sense of "wronged"!

"What's wrong, Tingzhu? Is the dinner not good?" Fang Ziye changed his shoes while his gaze darted around.

"Come look, Senior Brother!"

"It's all your fault." Luo Tingzhu's voice was full of grievance.

Fang Ziye quickly walked over; after understanding the announcement posted by the teachers of the Graduate School in the group chat, Fang Ziye's ears immediately twitched, and his whole forehead furrowed tightly.

Graduate School: "According to news from the Graduate School, our school's research groups studying tumors must closely follow the frontline of scientific research; conclusions and argumentation methods must be rigorous."

"The situation is urgent and the task is important; please all graduating students pay attention."

Then, the group chat exploded!

In the medical field, there are too many PhDs studying tumors.

Some PhDs who put in a lot of work are fine; changing argumentation methods and modifying conclusions doesn't matter, they can still graduate.

But some hangers-on are not like that.

It cannot be ruled out that even at Han City University or Kyoto University, there are relationship-household hangers-on who only want a doctorate; their papers might all be bought.

This includes but is not limited to SCI papers, as well as graduation theses.

Fang Ziye's move of removing the firewood from under the cauldron crippled these people.

Even Luo Tingzhu, who researches osteosarcoma, was caught in the crossfire...

"Senior Brother, if I get recalled by the Graduate School, I'll hate you! ~" Luo Tingzhu pouted, clearly very reluctant.

This time she came to Enshi, she had prepared to stay here long-term.

Working together with Fang Ziye, planning to take wedding photos together, preparing for the wedding together — there are so many things they could do...

If she were dragged back to re-prepare for graduation, even if Fang Ziye is her boyfriend, changing her expectations would still make her have a temper.

"How could this happen? Why would the school make things difficult for you at this juncture?" Fang Ziye read it and found it somewhat strange.

"What other reason could there be? The school is doing it to support you, modal particle."

Luo Tingzhu's tone was resentful: "Such a good time to show off the school's comprehensive quality — it would be strange if the school didn't stir up some trouble! ~"

"But I'm fine; I completed my pre-defense early. From the angle of the defense day, my research process has no problems whatsoever."

"However, before this, those who haven't completed their defense must correct their conclusions."

"Of course, it's also not ruled out that the school applies a one-size-fits-all approach, making everyone..."

Fang Ziye looked at Luo Tingzhu, his eyes full of apology: "Tingzhu, I didn't do it on purpose."

Fang Ziye took a deep breath. Well, he hadn't expected that the first person he accidentally injured would be his own partner!

"I know."

"But Senior Brother, do you know how many people are scolding you right now? Do you know how vile the scolding is?"

"Teacher Xu Jin has probably been scolded fewer times in these past few days than you." Luo Tingzhu said.

Of course, Luo Tingzhu did not show Fang Ziye the content of the scolding against him.

Regarding this, Fang Ziye completely didn't care: "Let them scold; I can't stop other people's mouths either."

"If research has to make concessions for PhD graduation, then don't do research." Fang Ziye's mindset was very steady.

What a joke — so what if a group of soon-to-graduate PhDs scold you?

If you have results, publish them as papers — isn't that a perfectly normal thing?

Still have to wait until you all graduate before publishing?

Why don't you think about your teachers kneeling and begging you to graduate, stuffing all their results into your hands?

Admittedly, it will affect them to a certain degree, but as PhDs, when doing research, one must have a certain adaptability.

During Fang Ziye's master's thesis defense, he was similarly confronted point-by-point, wasn't he?

That still required adapting on the spot?

Just then, a private chat message on Luo Tingzhu's computer WeChat interface lit up with a red dot.

"Senior Sister, are you still online?"

"Just now my teacher got angry again; he said he wants to beat up your boyfriend."

"It was only after someone persuaded him, saying your boyfriend is in Orthopedics, that he calmed down." Luo Tingzhu clicked open it, then immediately clicked away to other places.

Fang Ziye then held Luo Tingzhu's hand: "Don't — let me finish reading."

The other party's phone remark was: Basic Medical College, Basic Laboratory Lin Jiajia.

Fang Ziye scrolled up a few more pages before he discovered!

This Lin Jiajia's teacher, inside the Basic Medical College, specializes in researching basic experimental basic methodology; his project's deep direction is precisely to positively strengthen "tumor migration and invasion experiments," improving the transwell chamber.

In more colloquial terms, the direction he argues is that current migration and invasion experiments' basic theory is being optimized.

Fang Ziye's this paper directly shattered the structure he researches.

Bridge one dismantle, crash (cuan) dead one person.

The key is the money invested in the early stage has already been invested, and the project has already been approved.

Fang Ziye truly didn't know about this matter, and even knowing it he would at most only advise the other party not to continue investing money.

Basic research has too many directions that can be refined; the reason basic theory is hard is precisely because there are too many uncertain factors.

"Go back! ~" Fang Ziye accompanied Luo Tingzhu sitting there.

"Don't be angry anymore, I'll treat you to milk tea." Fang Ziye comforted.

Luo Tingzhu felt her mood was much better: "I just don't want to leave Senior Brother you again; I'm so wronged here."

"The big sucker is right here." Fang Ziye pointed at the computer screen.

"Junior Sister Lin, research direction and ideology clashing is a very common thing. There are so many people and teams doing research; it's impossible for every team to communicate and deliberate one by one before doing experiments."

"Actually your teacher's project isn't wrong either; migration and invasion assays can be improved and optimized."

"This direction is correct." Luo Tingzhu replied.

Lin Jiajia said: "Senior Sister, that's what you say, but my teacher planned to use this project to apply for Distinguished Youth. Now it's all over."

"Ah? Can I still graduate next year?"

"Even if there are research results now, it's still stir-frying rice that's already cooked..."

"Senior Sister, is your boyfriend next to you?"

Lin Jiajia asked.

"Yes!!" Luo Tingzhu answered.

"Trouble Senior Sister to have him avoid for ten minutes. Avoid for fifteen minutes."

"Okay! ~" Luo Tingzhu made a "please" gesture to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye's mouth corner twitched as he got up and left.

So Luo Tingzhu usually builds connections like this? Even "husband" gets "sold"!

……

Less than fifteen minutes later, Luo Tingzhu came looking for Fang Ziye.

"How miserably was I scolded? No matter, I can accept it in my heart." Fang Ziye was relatively calm about it.

If right now there were a single person who pushed away the path ahead of Fang Ziye's research project, forcing Fang Ziye to choose another path, Fang Ziye would scold just the same, only he would scold while grumbling and cursing, and at the same time go find a retreat route.

Back then, when he learned Wu Xuanqi had pulled that kind of stunt, had Fang Ziye not cursed in his heart?

Fang Ziye was not that arrogant.

"Junior Sister, she was scolded to tears by me..." Luo Tingzhu mischievously stuck out her tongue.

"Did you order milk tea?" Luo Tingzhu asked.

"The milk tea shop closed early today, I ordered coffee! ~ Is that okay?" Fang Ziye replied, then looked her up and down.

"Lin Junior Sister could pursue a PhD before, that was thanks to Senior Brother you helping out. Senior Brother, do you still remember I asked you to help do some experiments?"

"She is one of the beneficiaries, and now she still turns around and scolds — isn't that just asking for a scolding?" Luo Tingzhu said.

Then she handed her mobile phone to Fang Ziye.

After Fang Ziye finished reading the chat content between the two, he felt as if he had become a bit unfamiliar with his own girlfriend.

Wasn't Luo Tingzhu always looking gentle and weak?

However, very quickly, Fang Ziye figured it out.

How could Luo Tingzhu possibly be as gentle and weak as she appeared on the surface?

In her own circle, she was inevitably very confident.

For instance her Senior Sister Huang Xiruo, for instance his own Senior Brothers — in the process of interacting with Luo Tingzhu, they were each half strong and half weak.

At the start, when Luo Tingzhu interacted with him, she was also very strong, even with a bit of a schadenfreude meaning, and toward Fang Ziye she was also not stingy with bestowing teaching.

She just treated Fang Ziye as a fellow trainee.

Fang Ziye finished reading, very satisfied: "Not bad, lives up to being my good Tingzhu."

Seeing Luo Tingzhu's reply, defending him with a beyond-question tone, Fang Ziye was quite satisfied.

Luo Tingzhu, however, had a somewhat worried look.

Fang Ziye then persuaded: "Rest assured, I estimate the Graduate School even if it wants to be strong again, even if it wants to support its own school's basic medical achievements, it won't force them onto students."

"You must forever believe in Han City University's care for its students."

"It won't make you go back and correct! ~"

Fang Ziye himself had not enjoyed too much of Han City University's care, but when serving as ward round/inpatient management, he had heard too many stories — some associate professors and professors, because they did not take care of interns thoroughly enough, had their teaching evaluations for that year negated.

"Study at Huazhong University of Science and Technology, play at Han City University" — this sentence is not merely a joke.

At Han City University, many choices are free.

As long as you can graduate, as long as you made an effort, Han City University basically won't force you to do other things; the environment it provides for you is a free-range environment!

Sure enough, because of a night of multi-party quarreling.

Early the next day, Han City University's Graduate School revised the announcement again.

"Following hospital leadership emergency meeting decision, now received notification: this year's graduating PhD and Master's students' graduation theses, reference literature cutoff at last year's December."

"Everyone can conduct graduation defense according to last year's latest medical achievements! ~"

Luo Tingzhu finished reading, smiling radiantly.

Being a student is truly good; the world is relatively tolerant toward students!

That Lin Jiajia's teacher Professor Xu, however, did not have this kind of accommodation!

Still cuan-ed!

(Chapter End)