Chapter 597: Removing the Firewood from Under the Cauldron (Seeking Subscriptions)

"Wean him off the ventilator!" Fang Ziye said a half-uncivilized sentence in excessive delight while leading the team on rounds to check the Hand Surgery Group's past "chronic osteomyelitis" patients.

This is a formal occasion now; although no one would pick at Fang Ziye's loopholes, as a model youth, Fang Ziye still cautiously changed his address: "Professor Du, I think he can be scheduled for ventilator weaning surgery tomorrow."

"After nearly three weeks of local 'antibiotic' perfusion treatment on the bilateral lower limbs, the infection has been controlled, and the local inflammatory markers have also been eliminated."

"The sinus tract clearance surgery we did on Patient Nine, the wound has currently healed..."

Fang Ziye seemingly suggested and instructed, causing Du Donglin, Professor Ye Fusheng, and the others to all nod.

Ye Fusheng looked at the patient who had been unwilling to leave, and asked with a smile: "Professor Fang has personally come to check; can we rest assured and wean off the ventilator for discharge?"

The patient's eyes stared carefully at Fang Ziye, right hand touching his chest: "Professor Fang, can I really be weaned off the ventilator now?"

"Should we observe for a while longer? I'm really a bit afraid."

"Mainly because it's been too long a toss-up." The patient's face showed a mix of panic and delight.

He came expecting to wait for death; the organization spent a large amount to keep him here so he could finish his final journey with more dignity.

He had also prepared the corresponding "aftermath" in advance!

Now that there's a turn for the better, he's unwilling to see any reversal or twist after twist.

"Big Brother, I heard before that you weren't afraid of death, that you're an iron-boned man; how come you're afraid of discharge now?"

"Discharge is set; wean off the ventilator tomorrow, transfer out the day after!" Fang Ziye placed his hands on his abdomen, wearing a profound, joking smile.

"It's settled then." Fang Ziye finished speaking and pressed his hands down, signaling the other party not to speak further.

The family member organizing the patient's oral medication paused slightly, secretly turned their head away, and asked hesitantly: "Professor Fang, eat some of the fruit we bought for you; we didn't know what to buy."

"Mm, I've already eaten." Everyone turned back and replied.

"Eat some more even if you've eaten; I'll go buy more in a bit..." The woman's eye rims were slightly red, her tone determined.

She immediately tidied her sleeve: "I'll go buy now..."

After speaking, the woman walked directly out of the courtyard!

Her footsteps staggered past everyone, leaving a step ahead of everyone.

The man sitting on the bed only now kept clutching and releasing the blanket with both hands, secretly whispering to everyone: "Professor Fang, just now my wife was there, I couldn't answer well."

"Actually, I'm very afraid of death now. Especially after my son and daughter came to see me last time, I've become more and more afraid of death!"

"If time could turn back, I estimate I wouldn't jump down again..." The man said an inexplicable sentence.

Fang Ziye and the others did not respond.

For people who come to the sanatorium, no one pays attention to or inquires about their original purpose for getting injured, because this is the patient's "personal privacy"!

In the sanatorium, privacy is extremely respected; even the men's names are code names.

This choice is mainly to avoid medical staff becoming nervous because of the patient's identity, leading to abnormal performance.

"..."

After Fang Ziye and the others left the courtyard, the warm March sunlight and the fragrance of birds and flowers all rushed at their faces, causing everyone's spirits to involuntarily shake.

"Professor Fang, this patient has been here from early January until now, almost three months!"

Du Donglin let out a long breath of relief: "We've finally pulled through."

Not only the patient suffered; the Hand Surgery Group doctors suffered greatly too.

For the earlier period, mechanical rounds, mechanical answers, mechanically watching the patient step by step toward death, as if this place were purgatory, mocking the human world's incompetence.

Also as if the Black and White Impermanence swaggered before everyone, turning a blind eye to all the white coats.

"This patient's condition was indeed full of twists and turns, but having his precedent is enough to prove that for patients with four-limb osteomyelitis, even if systemic infection metastasis occurs, it can still be resolved by disassembly."

"Organize this case well and share it in the form of a case report; it can also give many peers some treatment references." Fang Ziye summarized.

Han Zhiliang, hearing this, said: "Group Leader Fang, another chronic osteomyelitis patient is expected to be discharged this Thursday."

"He was admitted last Monday, had local blood supply occlusion last Wednesday, just one week!"

"It seems we haven't even spoken a few times."

Fang Ziye smiled upon hearing this: "What else do you want to say to the patient and family? Make them look for you for one month or two months?"

"Early discharge is just right for early reunion with family!"

"Isn't that the purpose of our work as doctors?"

Han Zhiliang grinned foolishly like a child: "Right, simple is still best."

Then he spoke in a young person's tone: "But it's just that for truly simple cases, we can't get any here."

"What's this 'refresh'?" Du Donglin's mood was extremely good.

This patient, one counts as six.

Han Hongquan explained: "In gaming, killing monsters, generally after a monster is killed there's a refresh time."

"Describing a patient like this seems not respectful enough, yet also seems quite rigorous."

Du Donglin continued: "Group Leader Fang, here, simple diabetic foot, we've been doing for a while!"

"Group Leader Fang, when can you lead us to do those 'relatively extreme' ones?"

Diabetic foot amputation rate is high; this isn't because Foot and Ankle Surgery and Endocrinology doctors lack skill, but because current medical standards are limited here.

Limb salvage surgery for diabetic foot, many specialty hospitals also do it, and like the sanatorium, they all pick simple cases to do.

Especially extreme ones, there are only two choices!

Either choose amputation, or the patient drags it out until amputation is unavoidable.

"We'll reserve/build up for a while longer!" Fang Ziye said.

"Estimated to start next month."

Fang Ziye upheld the suggestion Li Yuanpei gave him, more of a "teach a man to fish" approach.

Step by step leading the team forward, fully mobilizing their potential, not just Fang Ziye leading the team himself, completing a few shocking cases, then attracting them back to learn the techniques.

The more participation in progress, the longer the sense of novelty will be maintained!

Fang Ziye raised his left hand to check the time: "It's getting late, I need to head over to the Trauma Surgery Group."

Fang Ziye's current rounds alternate — one day with the Hand Surgery Group, one day with the Trauma Group.

However, at the Trauma Group, Old Zhang's place, Fang Ziye must go every single day.

Although as a doctor one should treat all patients equally, in actual clinical practice Fang Ziye discovered no one can truly achieve this.

Nowadays, for some bone defect patients, with Wu Xuanqi and Fang Zhikuan and others present, Fang Ziye fundamentally doesn't need to intervene.

Sometimes even Wu Xuanqi isn't willing to operate.

Still the same saying: Fang Ziye can score 99, Wu Xuanqi can score 92, Professor Fang Zhikuan can reach 89 — the difference in significance isn't that great!

On the contrary, everyone's current task and purpose is to enable more people to perform surgery above 75 points through summarizing bone defect treatment plans and establishing standardized models for individualized prosthesis design — that would be more meaningful! ~

This is based on Eastern Han's current objective conditions — many people, few doctors, extremely uneven distribution of medical resources.

After Fang Ziye returned to the Surgical Treatment Area ahead of Du Donglin and the others, Professor Fang Zhikuan and the rest had already finished ward rounds and returned.

Wu Xuanqi had originally already sat at the computer; seeing Fang Ziye come alone, he knew Fang Ziye was worried about Old Zhang's condition, so he proactively stood up again.

"Old Zhang's residual limb stump underwent very rigorous screening; currently there are no pathological signs, mainly considering nerve ending neuroma pain after burial."

"The prosthesis socket and limb stump don't match well, so there's uneven distribution of subcutaneous scars locally."

"After admission, painkillers were used, the prosthesis was removed and switched to crutches; currently the pain symptoms have improved considerably."

"Group Leader Fang, among the three plans Professor Fang, Professor Yan, and I discussed, which one do you lean toward?" Wu Xuanqi asked very proactively.

This can be called a standardized consultation process.

First experience it yourself, then propose a plan, letting those with greater knowledge than you analyze the different options! ~

If it's someone incapable, the leader lays out different plans and then spoon-feeds you by breaking them down!

Such teaching, even if you learn something, you haven't learned the thinking to solve problems when encountering them.

Fang Ziye gestured outside; Wu Xuanqi understood and left the office area together with Fang Ziye.

Although Wu Xuanqi is also a Deputy Chief Physician, his unilateral capability is stronger than Professor Fang Zhikuan's, so he was also recognized as having shed his Junior Doctor identity, no longer needing to do on-duty shifts or bed management.

After the two walked side by side into the walkway, Fang Ziye said: "Brother Qi, Plan One — surgical excision of local scars — treats symptoms not root cause."

"The essence of Old Zhang's pain is that the current prosthesis structurally and materially doesn't match the amputated limb — an objective limitation."

"Even if scar hyperplasia is resolved now, it will hyperplasticize again later!"

"The second suggestion — no prosthesis, only crutches — will also cause another trouble: continuous wear of fat and soft tissue in the axilla, leading to skin disease or scar hyperplasia in the axilla."

"It would also make the patient very painful."

"The real reason prostheses replace crutches in today's market is that prostheses provide a better experience."

"As for the third plan, it's not infeasible, but Old Zhang's age is already very advanced; you'd have him strengthen functional exercise post-op to rapidly bring muscle strength up to normal adult standard."

"That's also a bit too much to ask of a person."

"However, this is indeed the only selectable plan."

Surgery plus functional exercise, plus fitting a new prosthesis.

However, Fang Ziye's mind actually held another solution: timely initiating development of 'AI Prostheses'!

The USB drive and notebook Professor Dong Yaohui left for Fang Ziye mentioned this kind of wild creative idea.

According to Grandpa Dong Yaohui's imagination, an AI prosthesis would keenly sense muscle contractions to react to whatever movement you want to make, perfectly assisting you to complete it...

Rather than you driving the prosthesis to complete the movement.

This idea was a fantasy in the early 2000s, but now it's already 2024 — this concept can be realized.

It's just that Fang Ziye's side truly cannot spare the manpower to do such a thing.

Wu Xuanqi's ability to read expressions is very strong: "Ziye, do you have something to say?"

Fang Ziye nodded, kneaded his hands for a good while, then whispered a few words in Wu Xuanqi's ear.

Wu Xuanqi's whole body stiffened like a "tremble," then he stared dumbfounded.

The words spoken were simply shameless.

"Ziye, you're willing to give it to me?"

"No, this kind of thing? You'd give it to me too! ~" Wu Xuanqi's tone was even 'extremely coy'!

At this moment Fang Ziye became even more certain of the reason Nie Mingxian fears Wu Xuanqi.

Rolled his eyes: "Brother Qi, please watch your wording."

"It's cooperation, not a gift! ~"

After speaking, Fang Ziye's mind held only one thought.

Done, dug another fucking pit — how many pits do I have unfilled already?

That's simply not a small number!

Fang Ziye believes Wu Xuanqi is a relatively pure researcher, shouldn't do things like stealing creativity.

Even if Wu Xuanqi did that, Fang Ziye has ways to prove his creativity 'transfer'.

After hearing Fang Ziye say this, Wu Xuanqi's brows tightly furrowed!

Then he heavily sighed, tone struggling and melancholy: "Ziye, honest truth — if it weren't for Old Zhang, I absolutely wouldn't be your messenger."

"You making me work for you is fine, I'm shameless enough, hit my face a few times no problem. But now you're effectively making my Master Professor Duan Hong work for you too! ~"

Fang Ziye also changed wording: "Brother Qi, it's cooperation! Pure cooperation, absolutely a win-win situation."

"No need for me to say more, Brother Qi you can imagine it yourself — this will absolutely be a brand new track from now on! ~"

"Have you been to the Disabled Persons' Federation?"

"I haven't, but the two reporters Brother Liao Jia interviewed before have seen it! ~" Fang Ziye bit his own lip.

Words from the heart, sincere and genuine! ~

This world appears prosperous, but actually has many broken, tattered places needing someone to mend bit by bit — mainly limited manpower and resources!

"I'll go give it a try!" Wu Xuanqi said.

"Strive to persuade my teacher."

After Wu Xuanqi made the guarantee, he also explained a few sentences for his own teacher: "Ziye, you also don't overthink it!"

"My teacher, after all, sits in that position; the hospital and the school have both put forward requirements for them."

"Just like the struggle between Huazhong University of Science and Technology and Han City University for the top spot in Han City — neither side has openly declared they want to destroy the other, but behind the scenes, both are saying they want to build the most renowned university in Hubei Province, the most renowned hospital..."

Fang Ziye nodded: "Brother Qi, I know, I understand, I'm doing the same, and I'd say the same."

"But?"

"If we raise our sights a bit higher — being second in Hubei Province while simultaneously ranking in the top ten nationwide — our Zhongnan Hospital Trauma Surgery department would also be willing to take second place!"

"If it's second in Hubei but ranked in the global top ten, we wouldn't feel slighted either."

"Scram!" Wu Xuanqi looked at Fang Ziye, instinctively reacting to whether he had really led Fang Ziye astray.

Or rather, Fang Ziye was originally quite bad; it's just that he stimulated him, letting him go further and further down the path of "bad."

"The investment cost for this project will be higher, and it'll be hard to recoup the funds in the short term, so it needs even more passion!"

"I'm going to have a good talk with Dean Chen Song."

Wu Xuanqi spoke to this point, then his eyelid twitched again, and he asked: "That matter — Ziye, how do you plan to handle it?"

"Stop at the point, or uproot it entirely?"

Wu Xuanqi expressed it stopping at the point.

He was referring to the matter of a certain associate professor inside a certain research institute at a certain Peking Union Medical College Hospital in the capital.

It was also at this moment that Wu Xuanqi truly understood just how kind Fang Ziye was to him!

If not, Deng Yong would have instigated Fang Ziye to wrest Professor Duan Hong's clinical project — Mangled Extremity Limb Salvage Surgery — away.

Right now Wu Xuanqi would have long since collapsed.

Fang Ziye's academic theory is simply too formidable — truly at a level that doesn't treat people as human; even without errors he can forcibly manufacture errors for you, and where there are errors, they'll be infinitely magnified!

If Fang Ziye really stood on the opposite side of his position, in a "fight to the death" with him, Wu Xuanqi would drag his whole team down with him!

The gap between the two — Wu Xuanqi reviewed it once.

It was equivalent to him personally going to find the mistakes and omissions in the papers published by doctors at a county hospital — that simple.

"If we're doing it, do it to the end!"

"My master's matter is a trigger point — once pulled, there's no turning back."

"And the other party isn't walking the purest academic path."

"I'm just responding openly and aboveboard!" Fang Ziye's gaze flashed, and he replied like this.

There's nothing embarrassing about this.

This kind of thing — even if you're struck, you can only swallow it with blood.

Two years ago, what background did Lan Tianluo have?

The Digestive Internal Medicine professor was forced by Lan Tianluo to resign and leave — why?

You yourself couldn't stand firm.

"You make it sound like besides the ability to respond head-on, you still have other influence." Wu Xuanqi complained.

Mainly it was also venting his own "dissatisfaction"!

Fang Ziye then gave Wu Xuanqi a meaningful look: "Brother Qi, you think carefully — if it really comes to a fight to the death, do you think I have it or not?"

"I don't need to drill into more distant places."

"Just Old Academician Qiu Zhenghua's team or Old Professor Gu Yuandong's team stepping forward — this matter would be resolved even more smoothly!"

Fang Ziye didn't know what sparks would fly when an academician and a so-called big shot collided head-on.

But in academia, once there's a divergence, the associate professor loses in the vast majority of cases!

The other party simply wouldn't dare to charge at or retaliate against such a big shot!

Because the academicians inside Peking Union Medical College Hospital already have social resources deep enough!

Hearing this, Wu Xuanqi's brows instantly tightened!

He exclaimed: "Right, you Professor Fang are no longer simply Fang Ziye; you're already Professor Fang!"

"Not to mention your connections within the specialty — just the patients you've treated stepping forward would be enough for you to remain safe and sound in Hubei Province."

Wu Xuanqi knew Fang Ziye's situation.

Although Fang Ziye had offended some people, these people actually couldn't stir up any waves.

On the contrary, the network of those on good terms with Fang Ziye had even greater energy.

Last year when Fang Ziye left Zhongnan Hospital, Wu Xuanqi suffered a wave of phone bombardment beside Duan Hong — mainly many people asking if Professor Fang Ziye was okay!

As long as this bottom line isn't broken, everything's negotiable; if someone wants to touch Fang Ziye's safety, that wouldn't be so easy to move either!

People all have feelings.

The gratitude of being helped to stand up again is not less than the virtue of a second life.

Wu Xuanqi continued asking: "But Ziye, I'm really curious!"

"The project we're researching now — in your eyes, does it really have this many fucking loopholes?" Wu Xuanqi scratched his head, face full of puzzlement.

Fang Ziye then said profoundly: "Brother Qi, you know about joint tuberculosis, right?"

"Pushing back several decades, it was an incurable disease; pushing back forty years, joint fusion surgery was the standard treatment."

"Pushing back twenty years, two-stage joint replacement was the standard; now one-stage joint replacement plus chemo-radiotherapy — even Enshi's Minzu University Hospital can probably do it!"

Fang Ziye merely gave an example, didn't answer directly.

Modern medicine develops too fast.

"Farewell!" Wu Xuanqi cupped his hands, directly refusing to play with Fang Ziye anymore.

Of course, Wu Xuanqi kept looking back at every step; he felt that Fang Ziye's current theoretical level had absolutely already reached a legendary degree of perfection.

Legendary theory — that is what can truly "pioneer an era"!

For instance, Old Wu of Hepatobiliary Surgery can be called the world's number one in hepatobiliary surgery; Hand Surgery's limb replantation surgery defined an era on its own; the chemotherapy for leukemia in the eighties also blazed a new trail...

There are such examples abroad too, and because they developed earlier, there are even more such examples.

Joint replacement surgery redefined the notion that old people's walking difficulty is a false proposition!

In the nineteen-eighties, osteosarcoma was removed from the list of "incurable diseases"!

Nowadays, some thyroid tumors aren't even classified as "tumor category" anymore!

After parting with Wu Xuanqi, Fang Ziye continued to sort through the clinical tasks in his mind, then carefully weighed the current project advancement speed of the Hand Surgery Group and Trauma Group, and swept this train of thought clean!

Then, Fang Ziye went straight to Hu Qingyuan!

Currently, Hu Qingyuan and his research assistant Han Jingyi are doing a brand-new basic research project on osteosarcoma miRNA; this miRNA may not exist in other tumors and could become a diagnostic marker for osteosarcoma!

It is one of the deepest cornerstones for Fang Ziye in the basic research field from now on!

"Qingyuan, how's the sequencing going lately? Found any suitable extraction and isolation material?" Fang Ziye asked.

Because it's a brand-new miRNA, besides sequencing to find it exists in osteosarcoma, they also have to figure out how to extract it for quantitative analysis.

Even find suitable reagents to overexpress or silence the miRNA, develop a reagent kit, determine the quantification of this miRNA or its downstream expression products, and re-establish diagnostic methods for osteosarcoma...

"Master, it's so hard! We've already trial-and-errored over twenty times..." Hu Qingyuan frowned tightly, feeling what he was doing was like fishing for a needle in the ocean.

"Mm, no problem, just treat it as practice; take it slow."

"Sequencing revealed it exists, but you still have to extract it from osteosarcoma — this operation is a first, so it's naturally very difficult."

"You can refer to this miRNA's properties, search literature, first find extraction methods for miRNAs with similar properties, and try bit by bit."

"Qingyuan, you don't need to worry about your graduation." Fang Ziye patted Hu Qingyuan's shoulder to soothe him.

Hearing this, Hu Qingyuan immediately said: "Master, Senior Sister Han Jingyi said so too, and I know — Master, whatever you casually pull out is enough for my PhD graduation."

"It's just — achievements like that give too little sense of accomplishment!"

"Mm! ~"

Fang Ziye: "..."

Hu Qingyuan, who are you insinuating?

You're a fortune-teller, right?

Then Fang Ziye went to the team where Li Yuanpei and Xiong Jinhuan are; besides Li Yuanpei and Xiong Jinhuan, this team also has Senior Brother Dong Wenqiang, Senior Brother Xue Cao, Doctor Liu Haojiang, and several PhDs and Master's Students from the Provincial People's Hospital.

The Provincial People's Hospital PhDs and Master's Students were invited by Yuan Weihong from Shen Tao's place as external help, mainly to assist with the large circular pathway centered on HK2; Fang Ziye had already laid out the beginning, just continue from there.

However, even with nine people working simultaneously in different directions, the accumulated workload so far is only thirty-odd!

They've been here one month; averaging out, each person completes one workload per week — already extremely, extremely hardworking.

Not everyone has the ability to multitask.

Yuan Weihong hasn't left yet; he also hasn't moved all his energy to the microcirculation instrument chemotherapy that Jie Han and the others are working on.

He's still mainly concentrating on his own Outstanding Youth Fund project.

Yuan Weihong himself did some minor operations too, counting as contributing a bit of effort.

Seeing Fang Ziye, Yuan Weihong said: "Ziye, the accumulated workload is still a bit low, but at this pace, in one year we can have three to four hundred workload outputs; in a year and a half, this big circle can be completed."

"Not publishing a Lancet paper would let us down." Yuan Weihong laughed very happily.

"Master, the journal doesn't matter; mainly the accumulation is very deep."

"I estimate after this project ends, we'll have the opportunity to be invited to some international academic conferences." Fang Ziye replied.

"Then with this as core, retreat on one hand, advance on the other — retreat to drug-assisted chemotherapy, advance to pathways related to energy metabolism! ~"

"Our group's basic projects will completely lack nothing; if we can really repair chemotherapy regimens, then our research group will be thoroughly mature." Fang Ziye slowly laid out his long-term vision.

The upper limit of HK2 pathway research is improving chemotherapy regimens; there won't be especially outstanding breakthroughs unless new inspiration or direction bursts forth.

But this upper limit is already upper limit enough!

Countless people do research in the world — possibly in the millions or tens of millions — yet those who leave their names are but a handful...

March 26th.

Tuesday.

After listening to Li Yuanpei's puppetry playstyle, finishing the surgery, Fang Ziye surprisingly discovered he didn't have much that needed direct implementation anymore.

Because at the current progress, he had already given all directions and ideas; what remains is just verification operations, accumulating output.

So, Fang Ziye started another livestream.

This time, one of Yuan Weihong's papers was blasted by Fang Ziye; incidentally, he didn't spare Yuan Weihong's iron brother Teacher Shen Tao either.

A paper with Deng Yong as first author was also written a letter by Fang Ziye!

At the end of the livestream, another netizen nominated a paper with impact factor twenty-three; Fang Ziye got the paper and went at it immediately! ~

Text rolled instantly in the livestream! ~

"Holy crap, another high-score paper targeted by this research big dog! ~"

"SCI, run fast! Or you're done for! ~"

In just half a month, Fang Ziye's combat power was extremely fierce; he submitted eight letters, six already published, two still with editor — meaning under editor review...

Of the six published letters, two original authors have already replied; Fang Ziye in the livestream personally led the viewers, clutching a translator, reading the manuscripts together.

One of them was actually Fang Ziye himself, saying he would go supplement experiments; the previous experiments indeed had some flaws.

The other was actually Wu Xuanqi, saying the argumentation results actually had no problem, just omitted some steps; he had already supplemented them in the new "letter reply".

The journal pasted this supplementary note at the end of the original journal article.

The remaining four have had no news so far! ~

Finally, a not-too-polite voice emerged.

"Zhujian, do you have any morals doing this? Is it easy for others to write articles? What you're doing is an heirless practice!!!" The spokesperson's personal information is hidden.

Fang Ziye didn't see it at first; only after he repeatedly refreshed the screen several times did Fang Ziye see it.

Fang Ziye merely glanced at it, then said: "This sage, our Country's Hunan Province has a treasure land, named Mount Emei; you move the Great Buddha away, you sit there directly, how about that?"

Someone immediately retorted: "Bold!!!! When did Mount Emei become Hunan Province's? What are we Sichuan people to do?"

"Is Zhujian a geography idiot? Mount Emei is Sichuan Province's! ~"

Wu Xuanqi immediately jumped out, explaining: "What do you understand? Zhujian is playing a meme to retort someone!"

"People who write letters worldwide are a dime a dozen; every day at least thousands of letters are published globally, possibly tens of thousands of letter manuscripts enter the Editorial Department's Email!"

"How come others can write, but Zhujian can't write?"

"This is called optimizing the research atmosphere, keeping research pure."

"Besides, the articles Zhujian optimizes are all randomly found, and there's no interest dispute existing……"

After Fang Ziye saw this message, he then said: "Thank you, Big Brother, for speaking up for me."

"Is there any law or industry unwritten rule marking that people who can't let us write articles can't write letters?"

"Do you want to go check a few journal magazines' Official Websites first?"

"Letter of comment nature: is a comment on the journal's already published papers; currently almost all journals have opened this section, the purpose is precisely to let everyone read literature closely and each express their own views, progress together! ~"

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he directly kicked the person out of the live streaming room, saying: "Get out! ~"

"Next, let's go together to find a few reference literatures, this is the author's process of writing a letter; I remember in the literatures I read before there was this view; come, let's conduct an Advanced Search……" Fang Ziye drew his voice out very long, as if he was chatting with family……

(Chapter End)