Chapter 590

In the private room, cups clinked and crossed, but they contained drinks.

"Professor Wu, come in quickly, have a seat." Yan Huanan, seeing Wu Xuanqi walk in, hurriedly greeted him.

Wu Xuanqi first cupped his hands in a fist salute: "Professor Fang, Professor Yan, I'm late, my apologies. I'll punish myself with three cups first... I was wrong, Professors."

Gu Yi only now twisted the 'main person' onto the table, and Wu Xuanqi's face happened to meet his.

Fang Ziye said with a smile: "Professor Wu, there's only this one bottle today! If you want to punish yourself with three cups, there isn't enough."

"Right, right, right, drinking less is good, drinking less is good. I'll punish myself with three cups of drink first." Seeing a way out, Wu Xuanqi hurriedly took it, wormed into a seat, sat down, and started keeping a low profile.

Fang Ziye, together with Gu Yi, stood up to open and pour the wine, not putting on airs.

Professor Fang Zhikuan then pulled the topic back: "Currently, our group only has one total femoral bone defect surgery left undone, but the sanatorium currently gives each group one to two quota slots of admission flexibility."

"Professor Wu, in the currently reserved patient pool, there are no suitable bone defect patients!"

"After all, there aren't that many difficult-to-treat bone defects that would gather into our candidate circle. You see, if we want to select another suitable disease type as a backup patient pool, which direction should we choose?"

"Previously, Group Leader Fang suggested nonunion, while Professor Yan Huanan suggested we try the osteomyelitis direction."

Hearing this, Wu Xuanqi hurriedly glanced toward Fang Ziye's direction and said cautiously: "Professor Fang, patient pool selection is the Group Leader Professor's prerogative; we all follow the Group Leader and Professors' arrangements."

Wu Xuanqi wasn't joking with a playful smile; his tone was serious.

A team's value lies in unified direction; one person leading is enough.

"Professor Wu, I understand your meaning. But this is a small group discussion; Professor Wu can speak freely." Fang Zhikuan said.

Wu Xuanqi's capability, while gaining recognition, also makes others respect him more.

Don't say Wu Xuanqi is Duan Hong's student; Qu Shuyuan and Miao Haoyu's backgrounds aren't small either.

Especially Miao Haoyu; he comes from Peking Union Medical College Hospital; his teacher is even more formidable than Duan Hong!

Wu Xuanqi's eyelids blinked rapidly for a moment: "Professor Fang, then I'll just say a few casual sentences for the several Professors' reference."

"I haven't been at the sanatorium long, but since coming, the patients I've contacted are all cases that outside hospitals find extremely tricky."

"The sanatorium's true intention is to concentrate medical resources, to conduct standardized diagnosis and treatment for some complex, tricky cases."

"Currently, in our trauma surgery field, the comparatively tricky disease types are three major blocks: osteotomy correction, bone defect, nonunion."

"There are also a few minor classifications, such as osteomyelitis, infection, etc."

"Among them, bone defect, nonunion, and osteotomy correction are done relatively more by outside teaching hospitals."

"Conversely, osteomyelitis and infection cases, general teaching hospitals or Chiefs are unwilling to take on; encountered, they'd have them return to their original units for continued treatment."

"Actually, our team's people choose this way when sitting in outpatient clinic too."

"Infected patients are very complex; generally, infected patients able to be transferred to a superior hospital are basically all cases the local hospital already couldn't solve."

"However, if prefecture-level city hospital or provincial level one hospital doctors, without having communicated well with other hospitals in advance, no one is willing to admit this type of patient..."

"Similar situations would lead to many..."

Wu Xuanqi spoke to here, Fang Zhikuan waved his hand: "Professor Wu, the situation you speak of is a fact, yet it's not the direction we're to discuss today."

"The patient pool and audience are different."

"The sanatorium's main diagnosis and treatment objects are not ordinary patients."

Wu Xuanqi wasn't annoyed either, continued smiling: "Professor Fang, so what I said wasn't very mature!"

"This audience is fixed, not decided by us, so this problem, let's not discuss it deeply." Fang Zhikuan continued.

"Does Professor Wu have any other ideas?" Fang Zhikuan knew Wu Xuanqi spoke like this, he definitely still found his position, unwilling to express a stance, so he talked nonsense.

The sanatorium now hangs the Military Region's brand; its audience is only special populations and the most direct relatives — parents, wives, children — no other circles.

Wu Xuanqi said: "Professor Fang, actually the object I just spoke of is the family member group, not simply the army group."

"Currently, no sanatorium has incorporated the family member group into the diagnosis and treatment circle; most are prepared for active-duty or soon-to-retire military personnel."

"But this is an inevitable trend."

"So, I feel Professor Fang can consider my previous suggestion." Wu Xuanqi's tone was comparatively formal.

Professor Fang Zhikuan, hearing this, frowned slightly.

Fang Ziye, hearing Wu Xuanqi and Fang Zhikuan seemingly starting to argue a bit, immediately picked up his wine cup and walked toward Wu Xuanqi: "Professor Wu, we're just discussing!"

"Discussing can't mean not giving a chance to finish speaking, right? It's not like I insisted on saying it."

"When giving face, you have to pretend to be generous; once someone starts speaking, you pull rank." Wu Xuanqi muttered.

Wu Xuanqi's mutter wasn't quiet; it was just right to reach Professor Fang Zhikuan's ears.

"Pulling rank" describes older elderly people, flaunting seniority, looking down on others, believing everyone must yield to and be considerate of the elderly.

Usually describes "elderly" with insufficient capability.

Fang Zhikuan, hearing this, instantly darkened in face; Professor Yan Huanan hurriedly mediated: "Professor Wu, Professor Fang, let's not talk shop today, just drink and eat."

"Group Leader Fang, you said..."

"When eating, eat first." Fang Ziye also smiled and hurriedly changed the topic.

For the sake of admitting patients, if they quarreled, it would be too not worth it.

Wu Xuanqi's mood today definitely wouldn't be good; estimated he put Fang Zhikuan into the category of a different kind of 'Old Professor'.

After the wine was all poured, Wu Xuanqi then took a deep breath, picked up his wine cup, stood up, and said: "My apologies, Professor Fang, just now I didn't control my emotions well."

"Much offense! I'll toast you first, I'll drink it down!"

Fang Ziye sat on Fang Zhikuan's left side, tilting his head to explain Wu Xuanqi's experience to Professor Fang Zhikuan in detail.

Because Wu Xuanqi's mood was bad, more or less it had a bit to do with him.

Fang Zhikuan sighed, raised his wine cup: "Professor Wu, what you raised has reason; it was me who interrupted midway."

If truly saying who's wrong between Fang Zhikuan and Wu Xuanqi? Both have their own faults.

You want others to speak, yet you interrupt their words!

But Fang Zhikuan originally isn't good with words, nor too good at socializing. If it were the usual Wu Xuanqi, he would have lifted Fang Zhikuan's mood, but today Wu Xuanqi is displeased inside?

An old man comes along and wants to take a dump right on his head.

Even a clay figurine has a bit of temper.

After the two of them each drank half a cup, Fang Ziye then said: "Professor Fang, Professor Yan, although February is not a long month, our Trauma Surgery Group's team building is already quite mature."

"I seem to have taken a look at our surgery quantity last month, there were twelve cases, right?"

"Right!" Yan Huanan hurriedly chimed in.

"In February, our Trauma Surgery Group performed a total of twelve surgeries, which is the sum of the surgeries of both the Hepatobiliary Surgery Group and the Neurosurgery Group."

"Ranking second is the Hand Surgery Group's eight surgeries!" Yan Huanan first highly affirmed his own group's 'performance'!

Then he added: "However, last month our group experienced a terminal surgery, presumably everyone knows about it, that osteomyelitis patient, unwilling to accept Professor Fang's suggestion, chose amputation."

"I feel this patient's diagnosis and treatment process is still quite regrettable."

"From his admission to the department in January, to February, for his situation, we discussed for a full month plus, yet in the end still went toward the simplest, crudest resolution mode."

"And, this patient was still admitted by us ourselves!"

"Regarding this, we still need to carefully review it several times."

"It's not that terminal surgeries shouldn't appear, but they should be minimized as much as possible." Yan Huanan finished speaking and looked at Fang Ziye.

"Group Leader Fang, did you put part of this patient's treatment plan onto that severe chronic osteomyelitis patient in the Hand Surgery Group?"

"In the future, I even specially went to consult about it, I feel this kind of thinking is very good, breaking the whole into parts."

Fang Ziye shook his head: "The basic situations of these two patients are not the same, our group's amputated patient would be better than the Hand Surgery Group's current chronic osteomyelitis patient."

"It's just that our previous strength reserves were insufficient, so we couldn't give the patient full confidence."

Gu Yi came over at this moment to pour a drink for Fang Ziye, and Fang Ziye then had him go fill up drinks for Wu Xuanqi and Professor Fang Zhikuan.

Only then did he continue: "Also, the reason this patient and family members so decisively considered amputation was to avoid ending up in the awkward predicament of that Hand Surgery patient."

When Fang Ziye spoke here, Wu Xuanqi pulled Gu Yi to ask about the Hand Surgery case situation, and also stood up, proactively pouring a drink for Professor Fang Zhikuan.

The others continued eating dishes.

This isn't a formal academic discussion, so naturally one can eat while listening.

Professor Fang Zhikuan and Wu Xuanqi were explaining something in low voices, Fang Zhikuan's expression gradually relaxed, Wu Xuanqi's smiling face became even more sincere, Gu Yi's expression turned exceptionally incredible...

Yan Huanan replied to Fang Ziye's words: "Group Leader Fang, communication between patients and family members is something unavoidable anywhere."

"If you don't let them communicate, it's instead not conducive to our medical work."

Yan Huanan thought Fang Ziye was blaming the patient's family for asking around blindly.

Fang Ziye shook his head and said: "I don't have this meaning, Professor Yan, recently for a period of time, patients and patient family members found me, saying they have a patient friend exchange group."

"Inside there are quite a few similar patients, either from the same city, or with the same identity, asking me if they can be transferred to our place."

"The answer is definitely negative."

"Then, our group currently faces a predicament: the reserve patient source pool is already relatively insufficient."

Fang Ziye crossed his hands: "If we say we advance one disease type by one disease type like this, our Trauma Surgery Group's reserve patient sources will be gone, then we can only wait idly!"

"So, Professor Fang, Professor Yan, I suggest the three of us jointly propose to the Logistics Department Director and Dean Chen Song, to let him temporarily expand our Trauma Surgery patient source pool circle a little!"

Behind closed doors, Fang Ziye's words were rather bold and asking for a beating.

What does this mean?

It means after Fang Ziye came, he finished all the potential Trauma Surgery-related patient source pools, there's nothing left to do.

While other groups' situations are picking and choosing surgeries, not doing the difficult ones first...

This is Fang Ziye proposing this suggestion when facing this situation, that's genuinely awesome, not boasting.

Difficult and complex patients are certainly not few, but with the circle shrunk, the inventory is definitely relatively limited.

Fang Zhikuan, hearing this, carefully looked at the historical messages in the group.

He's worked here for a relatively long time, so he fundamentally never considered this direction.

Either wait, or pick and choose.

Never encountered the "option" of having nothing to do, being very leisurely!

"Professor Yan, seems like Group Leader Fang is right, our Trauma Group's suitable reserve patient sources are almost gone, only functional reconstruction and one bone defect left." Fang Zhikuan said to Yan Huanan.

"I saw it too, Professor Fang!"

Yan Huanan said: "Functional reconstruction surgery is Hand Surgery content, we're not unable to pick it up and do it, but we all now have our own main attack directions."

"Ate half the meal then not given rice to eat, this isn't how things are done!"

Wu Xuanqi at this moment had already sat back in his seat, took a breath, then cautiously spoke again: "Several Professors, may I interject a word?"

Fang Ziye and the others all looked at Wu Xuanqi.

Wu Xuanqi said: "I and Dean Chen are old acquaintances, Dean Chen actually noticed this point early on..."

"So, I suggested we start from the osteomyelitis infection direction."

"Expand the patient source circle from active duty to active duty family members, then to retired or retired family members, step by step."

Wu Xuanqi finished speaking, to avoid Professor Fang misunderstanding he was deliberately keeping them in suspense: "Professor Fang, before I didn't have the chance to finish speaking."

Fang Zhikuan nodded, his gaze and expression completely calmed down.

"That is to say, the Yangyuan's Dean Chen and the Logistics Support Department have already considered ahead for us, we don't need to go submit application reports, right?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Indeed it is so!"

Wu Xuanqi touched his nose: "Dean Chen also has another layer of meaning, hoping Professor Fang your next step, lean toward Professor Zheng Dahai's position."

Zheng Dahai is the Surgical Group's Medical Group Leader, if Fang Ziye can really reach this position, then the group's "bed" resources would be relatively more.

Just that after going to this position, some troublesome matters would be relatively more, and also have to handle other groups' situation reports.

This topic is relatively sensitive, Fang Ziye said: "Professor Wu, this isn't the main content of our discussion."

"Since the Yangyuan has already made these considerations, then let's not worry groundlessly anymore, anyway if the sky falls, tall people will hold it up."

"The sanatorium paid every one of us in the Trauma Group so much in wages; they surely won't be willing to watch us idle away every day."

"Let's drink; the matter of admitting patients can wait until later……"

……

After returning to the entrance of the sanatorium's villa area, Wu Xuanqi took the initiative to privately seek out Professor Fang Zhikuan again.

Whether it was to curry favor or to make up for the previous misunderstanding, anyway, the two of them went off alone as a pair.

Qu Shuyuan and Gu Yi's dormitory was not in the villa area, so they also left as a pair.

At the sanatorium entrance, the lights were dim, and the streetlights stretched the shadows of Fang Ziye and Yan Huanon very long.

"Group Leader Fang, they've all paired up? How about we go drink tea together too?" After saying this, Yan Huanon raised his hand to look at his watch: "It's not even seven o'clock yet."

In March, half of the daylight had passed, but by now it had completely darkened.

Just as Fang Ziye was about to agree, Long Jinhua Big Brother from inside the Security Guard Room ran out in a small trot: "Professor Fang, Dean Chen and Director Song from the Logistics Department came earlier; they told us to let you know when we saw you, and to have you go to Professor Zheng of the Surgical Group!"

Hearing this, Yan Huanon knew he couldn't persuade Fang Ziye, so he turned and found an excuse: "Group Leader Fang, I'll head back first; I'm meeting a few friends to play a few rounds."

Watching Yan Huanon leave, Fang Ziye then asked: "Long Ge, did Dean Chen and Director Song specifically say what it was about?"

"That kind of thing isn't something I should know; if I could know it, I'd go work across the way too!" Long Jinhua said.

He was just a discharged private soldier; he went after graduating high school, with no specialty or skill.

Fang Ziye patted his pocket and found he had no cigarettes today!

Seeing this, Long Jinhua directly slipped away: "Professor Fang, rest early."

Only then did Fang Ziye part his steps and walk inside.

After ringing the doorbell of Professor Zheng Dahai's villa, Professor Zheng Dahai and Professor Lin Qiaoshan came out to welcome them.

Professor Lin Qiaoshan was the Group Leader of the Liver and Gallbladder Group.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Fang Ziye stepped inside.

Inside, besides Professor Lin Qiaoshan, Dean Chen Song, and Director Song of the Logistics Department, there was also Director Wang Bin of the Yangyuan Clinical Area Office.

The sanatorium had a total of three administrative posts: one was the Logistics Support Department, one was the Office, and the other was the "Medical Affairs Department"!

The Logistics Support Department was responsible for patient source transportation, equipment procurement, etc. The Office was responsible for personnel planning of the sanatorium's Clinical Area.

As for the Medical Affairs Department, it was responsible for procedures such as approving clinical projects within the sanatorium, dividing and granting surgical permissions within the sanatorium, and liaising with outside hospitals……

When Fang Ziye and the others approached and sat down, Zheng Dahai personally took a teacup for Fang Ziye.

On the other side, Director Wang Bin was carefully reporting to Dean Chen Song: "Director Kuang of the Spine Surgery Group will return to his original unit in April; Director Kuang suggests that if he leaves and no suitable group leader is found, Professor Qiao Yongjian should succeed him."

"Also, Professor Yao Zhanzhong of Hand Surgery will also in April……"

These people were calculating the Surgical Group, each person's time of entering and leaving the sanatorium, preparing to drive people out.

It was also very normal.

Fang Ziye had just arrived and simply couldn't find a space to interject; he just listened quietly.

Chen Song also expressed no attitude; after Director Wang Bin finished reporting, he turned and asked Professor Zheng Dahai: "Director Zheng, are you really not going to stay on?"

"Director Zheng, your work has been going quite well."

Hearing this, Zheng Dahai sighed emotionally: "Dean Chen, I've been here for nearly a year; I've put in hard work and made small mistakes."

"At present, I feel my ability is limited."

"If I continue to stay here, I really can't be of any help to the sanatorium."

"So, I suggest Dean Chen you select one person from Group Leader Lin Qiaoshan and Group Leader Fang Ziye to serve as the Surgical Group Leader."

"Group Leader Fang's seniority is a bit shallow, but Group Leader Lin's various accumulations are very good." Zheng Dahai's expression was full of sighs.

The disease types of Trauma Surgery here are difficult to handle, and those of Neurosurgery are the same.

Lin Qiaoshan hurriedly shook his head like a rattle drum: "Professor Zheng, such a great responsibility, I dare not take it."

"My personal ability is limited; just managing my own group well is already enough to make my scalp tighten, and I suffer from insomnia every day."

"This Surgical Group Leader position should still be left to Dean Chen to seek out a wise and capable person."

It was very obvious that Lin Qiaoshan did not want to take over the position of Surgical Group Leader.

At the same time, Fang Ziye saw from Lin Qiaoshan's expression a hint that he should also refuse.

After Lin Qiaoshan finished speaking, the scene fell silent for a while, and Director Wang Bin said he had finished reporting his work and stood up to prepare to leave.

Lin Qiaoshan said: "Director Wang, let's go together……"

This way, only Fang Ziye and four others remained.

Chen Song, Director Song Libo of the Logistics Support Department, Professor Zheng Dahai, Fang Ziye.

Eight eyes faced each other; Fang Ziye always felt somewhat apprehensive and uneasy. Because the other six pairs of eyes were scraping back and forth on Fang Ziye.

Finally, it was Director Song Libo who laughed and broke the deadlock: "Dean Chen, why don't you just announce it directly? After all, this is our sanatorium, the first group to break through the specialty patient source database."

"Professor Fang Ziye, from coming to our sanatorium in December until now, only three months have passed, yet he has handled nearly forty patients, and all of them were difficult and complex cases……"

"This is a precedent that no previous Medical Group has had!" Song Libo said, and even he drew in a breath of cold air.

Actually, the reason he and Chen Song realized the Trauma Surgery Group had no patients was because people from other sanatoriums asked them, and only then did they belatedly realize it.

In the sanatorium, personnel were still too thin; compared to a comprehensive hospital, there were too few administrative staff.

There were too many miscellaneous tasks to manage; it was simply impossible to keep an eye on every detail.

So this kind of situation appeared; they were not the first to discover it.

Zheng Dahai said: "Yes, Group Leader Fang is young and accomplished; I have to say I admire him! ~"

Although Zheng Dahai was not from Trauma Surgery, what kind of patients were they here at the sanatorium?

To break through the reserve patient source database like this, there really was no one else.

This kind of terrifying combat power could be called taboo! ~

Because the patients here were no few "special cases" transported from the top hospitals nationwide!

Other hospitals, eating seven or eight cases a year, that counts as New Year.

Fang Ziye alone ate forty cases, all with participation, and the therapeutic effects were all quite good, not perfunctory treatment.

Chen Song's gaze dropped: "Song Libo, you pass the form to Professor Fang! ~"

"The rules set by our sanatorium, must be followed according to the rules."

"Director Fang is a professor spanning both the Trauma Surgery Group and Hand Surgery Group, both with lead surgeon status."

"So? He is our sanatorium's, fourth professor to reach the diagnosis and treatment of fifty patients..." Chen Song said, meaningfully.

"Professor Fang currently has no children, so we can only give some soothing benefits for his parents."

While Chen Song spoke, Fang Ziye received a form, on it was Fang Ziye's basic information, most importantly requiring Fang Ziye to fill in his parents' basic information.

Fang Ziye's gaze was slightly fiery.

When he just arrived, Senior Brother Gu Yi's words still seemed to echo by his ear.

"What if, you completed fifty surgeries, consider arranging a job for your parents, and also make up the five insurances and one fund?"

No? This fast?

Fang Ziye hadn't considered this matter for a long time, but it seems, he unknowingly, truly crossed this step.

Fang Ziye looked at Chen Song, then looked at Zheng Dahai, and then unceremoniously accepted the form.

If it were giving him some benefits, Fang Ziye could still be polite.

But, Eastern Han people, bringing glory to parents, winning fame for clan, serving the country, may be words engraved in the bone marrow.

No one can withstand this kind of temptation.

Especially, the parents' hurdle!

Individual cases excepted.

"Thank you Dean Chen, thank you Director Song, thank you Group Leader Zheng." Fang Ziye said laughing.

Chen Song said: "There's nothing to thank, generally speaking."

"Each group, the average clinical workload that can be completed each month is treating five to six patients, successful discharge, that's already a very large workload!"

"Six months time, to complete these is not easy at all?! ~"

"Extended time completion, that's another benchmark standard. Our sanatorium's benefits, aren't that easy to get either."

"Professor Fang, you should thank yourself."

"Also, our sanatorium has some hidden small rewards, Professor Fang you just happened to reach them, so, the sanatorium will give you roughly one hundred thousand yuan in prize money."

"And, apply for priority promotion opportunity for you." Chen Song said rather officially.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye became a repeater: "Thank you Dean Chen, thank you Director Song!"

People who come to the sanatorium, none are fame-seeking people, the purpose of coming here is very obvious.

Either for money, or for fame and fortune!

If not for these, why did you come here?

Actually including Chen Song and Chen Guangbai establishing the sanatorium, was also for fame and fortune.

Things given, you don't need to be particularly polite, anyway all obtained openly and aboveboard, as long as you have the capability to get them, you go get them yourself.

The sanatorium's benefits are originally very good.

Setting one hundred thousand reward, can't count as much, but also not little.

Zheng Dahai knew today Chen Song's true intention, so asked: "Professor Fang, I actually want to recommend you to Dean Chen to serve as this Surgical Group's Group Leader, what are your own thoughts?"

"This Surgical Group Leader position, although relatively busy, also has some resource tilt."

"This is also a relatively good tempering opportunity."

"Don't know Professor Fang's own opinion?"

Fang Ziye organized the two forms slightly: "Dean Chen, Professor Zheng, I feel my ability is limited, accumulation insufficient!"

"Before I came here, I didn't even have experience leading a group, so I am unsuitable to serve as Surgical Group Leader."

"Hope Dean Chen can consider truthfully."

Fang Ziye himself never thought of leaning toward this position, at least temporarily so.

The sanatorium letting him concurrently serve as Hand Surgery and Trauma Surgery Group Leader, actually has the meaning of tempering him, but this is only two months' time.

Fang Ziye isn't so inflated as to feel he only needs two months to complete accumulation.

Fang Ziye has watched Zheng Dahai's daily schedule, current Fang Ziye, temporarily not suitable to lean toward administration.

"Professor Fang, then do you have any recommended candidates?"

"People inside the sanatorium or outside are both fine." Chen Song nodded and asked.

Fang Ziye continued shaking his head: "Dean Chen, recommending matters, I have even less seniority!"

"After all I'm still young, know too few people."

Fang Ziye felt Chen Song should be clear he's not a shrinking person, just under insufficient capability forcing it would instead easily injure others and self.

"Hmm, alright! ~"

"Professor Fang, then let's discuss in more detail."

"Your group temporarily has no suitable cases, also no need to rush, this can come slowly." Chen Song said this sentence, then ended this topic.

In Chen Song's view, the research tasks currently pressing on Fang Ziye, indeed also unsuitable to give Fang Ziye more burdens, this would make Fang Ziye collapse!

……

Luo Tingzhu was drinking milk tea, hearing Fang Ziye's fingerprint door opening sound, stood up, held another cup of milk tea in left hand, passed it over.

"Senior Brother, went out to eat again today?" Luo Tingzhu dragging slippers sliding on floor, obviously mood a bit good, so a bit mischievous.

"Milk tea put it aside first, I brought two forms, this is good stuff! ~" Fang Ziye said.

"What forms are these? You just brought them back like this?" Luo Tingzhu curiously looked.

"The reward form, related to my parents." Fang Ziye raised his head and replied cautiously.

Luo Tingzhu knew about this matter, but upon hearing it, she felt a moment of disappointment, then immediately broke into a smile:

"If Uncle and Aunt knew that Senior Brother you had secured such benefits for them, they would definitely be happy enough to jump for joy."

The sanatorium arranging work for Fang Ziye's parents was definitely impossible, but making up fifteen or twenty years of social security contributions for the two elders was still within his capability.

This way, when they reached the eligible age, they could collect their pension.

In their generation, only a tiny minority of people had such a monthly stipend; the two of them would definitely be grinning from ear to ear.

Luo Tingzhu's parents did not need this reward at all!

So Luo Tingzhu also did not think deeply in this direction.

"Don't overthink it. Uncle and Aunt are at a level much higher than my parents."

"So the direction in which we can show filial piety is also different."

"They also love you very much, although they might not express their love in a sufficient way." Fang Ziye soothed.

"Drink milk tea, Senior Brother." Luo Tingzhu changed the topic.

Then she added: "Jie Han took a taxi here himself. When we ate together before, he even specifically complained that Senior Brother you have a big shelf..."

Fang Ziye heard this and patted his head: "Right, today Jie Han came to Enshi, I forgot!"

"Let's go, out for barbecue." Fang Ziye decisively chose to compensate.

Too many things happened today, the surgery also went quite well, so Fang Ziye really forgot about Jie Han coming to Enshi this matter...

Time needs to be scheduled. Jie Han came to Enshi; as his Senior Brother, he still had to personally receive him.

(Chapter End)