Chapter 601

An unusual atmosphere deadlocked for a dozen seconds or so before the young man finally took the initiative to step forward, opening a cigarette box and forcing a smile as he handed out cigarettes.

"Professor Yang, Professor Qu, Professor Fang, thank you for your hard work."

"Big Brother, do you smoke?" the young man asked, his emotions approaching calm.

The middle-aged man delivering fruit now wore a somewhat awkward expression; holding the fruit bag with both hands, he had nowhere to put his emotions.

Professor Yang Fenggen smoked; Professor Qu Tangwei and Fang Ziye both politely declined.

"Thank you, professors. For this period of time my father has been here, you've been troubled..." After bowing, the young man turned and withdrew.

His father had end-stage renal failure due to uremia; in this developed internet era, everyone knows that besides waiting for a suitable kidney source, there is no other way for this disease.

However, his own father did not wait for a suitable kidney donor; this has nothing to do with the sanatorium, unless the sanatorium also took a crooked path and specially procured one for his father...

"Liu, has Big Brother Liu left?" The middle-aged man looked at the young man's back view, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Medical staff do not inquire about patient names in the sanatorium, but patients' family members communicate and address each other among themselves.

The two men's courtyards were not far apart.

"Mm, this big brother's father just passed away after failed resuscitation." Fang Ziye said, picking up a peach: "Thank you! ~"

"You go back and let the patient rest well." Fang Ziye did not ask about 'Big Brother Liu'.

The age gap between the middle-aged man and the patient who just died might be less than ten years, but whether he is surnamed Liu or Liu, there is no difference at all.

After parting with the "middle-aged family member", Fang Ziye and the others returned to the office area.

Only now did Qu Tangwei ask with concern: "Professor Fang, are you alright? I heard from Professor Zuo of Respiratory Medicine that you might have run into trouble, so I promptly called to have you come over."

For Internal Medicine's end-of-life care patients, the principle is that Surgical Group doctors are not needed to 'see them off' or participate in resuscitation.

However, others don't know the sanatorium's operating mode; this was the best excuse for Fang Ziye to temporarily extricate himself.

Fang Ziye had been at the sanatorium for over four months, using his own skills and discharged patient data to win everyone's trust and recognition.

After recognition, everyone becomes people in the same circle, helping each other out.

"Thank you, Professor Qu."

"I'm fine, just chatting casually! ~" Fang Ziye replied with a smile, at which moment his mobile phone dinged again!

"Then Professor Fang you go ahead and be busy, Professor Yang and I will head back first."

"For this death case, we still need to do a retrospective analysis." Qu Tangwei said.

Internal Medicine's case discussions are more detailed than Surgery's; every detail is often pursued to the extreme.

Death case discussions are also very detailed — retrospective analysis, what was done not well enough, what was done well, so it can be referenced next time...

After placing the peach in the Surgical Outpatient Area's rest room, Fang Ziye unlocked his phone.

It was messages sent to Fang Ziye by Shu Lang and Yan Zhiming; after reading them, his brows instantly furrowed tightly and he hesitated...

"Ziye, I've already sent the screenshot of the information to Grandpa." Yan Zhiming's voice in the message was very crisp.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's complexion instantly changed drastically! ~

It's over, big trouble is coming! ~

Then he hurriedly rushed toward the laboratory direction...

However, Fang Ziye hadn't yet left the sanatorium treatment area's door, still jogging, when his phone rang again.

A glance at the remark: it was Academician Zhang Limin.

Fang Ziye considered cautiously for a moment, then chose to slow his pace and answer: "Professor Zhang, hello! ~"

Zhang Limin is an Academician, a hallowed figure in Eastern Han's scientific research community; previously Fang Ziye had rushed into his research group, yet Professor Zhang Limin not only didn't pursue the matter, but instead came to sincerely seek advice.

Very broad-minded; therefore Fang Ziye respects him greatly!

"Professor Fang, if I've disturbed you, let me first say sorry."

"It's like this: based on the several questions Professor Fang raised previously, our research group has already come up with two alternative solutions and approaches."

"This Thursday we will hold an internal group discussion for the research project."

"Professor Fang also said you have doubts in this area and your own insights; I wonder if our research group has the honor of inviting Professor Fang to also participate in the discussion?" Zhang Limin asked, his voice gentle and amiable.

Professor Zhang Limin — the words 'gentle and refined' could be said to be embodied to perfection! ~

Compared to him, those few Orthopedics Academicians more or less carry 'jianghu air'; although they are instructing Fang Ziye, they also bring a scolding tone and manner, more directly hating that iron won't become steel.

Even the newly promoted Orthopedics Academician Professor Tang Fupei has quite heavy jianghu air on him!

Compared to these Orthopedics Academicians, Professor Zhang Limin counts as a pure scholar, without clinical tasks, and even not closely involved with clinical patient consultation; he only does scientific research and basic research.

"Professor Zhang, this Thursday? That might not be very convenient! ~" Fang Ziye said.

Today is April 1st, Monday.

Next Thursday is the 11th; his own team will hold an academic report these two days, Fang Ziye cannot give up his own home turf to support it and run out to learn.

Currently, the keynote speaker is arranged to be Professor Deng Yong, but Fang Ziye knows he needs to back up his teacher.

Only, right now there might be a particularly troublesome matter.

"Our research group will hold an academic report on the 10th..." Fang Ziye didn't conceal it, proactively stating the schedule arrangement.

"Holding an academic report?" Zhang Limin became curious.

"What direction is it?"

To make Fang Ziye decline his research group's internal discussion, and such a cutting-edge research direction at that, it must have gone through weighing pros and cons.

"Regarding clinical application of new chemotherapy methods for bone tumors..." Fang Ziye briefly mentioned it.

Zhang Limin's brain instantly crashed: "What do you mean? Can you talk in detail?"

Fang Ziye said: "Professor Zhang, I'm a bit busy right now, I must rush to the research group; may I be so bold as to send you our academic report's invitation letter?"

The messages from Yan Zhiming and Shu Lang both indicated that Deng Yong is in critical danger!

What is Deng Yong doing?

Deng Yong, while recently in Enshi, was still thinking about how to pull Yan Zhiming back to eat big meat, and thinking about how to feed Shu Lang into a big fatty......

To put it in even more colloquial terms, he was thinking about how to get Yan Zhiming and Shu Lang, the two of them, to come over and pick the peaches belonging to Nie Mingxian and Liao Jia!

There are chat messages as proof! ~

Moreover, Yan Zhiming, who had already gone to work in the Prefecture-level City Hospital, sent all these chat messages to Master Li Guohua.

Li Guohua is also in Enshi!

"Alright then, Professor Fang, if you really have an urgent matter, you go be busy first! ~" Zhang Limin also heard that Fang Ziye's tone and manner weren't quite right, didn't dare to disturb further, but still tried hard to strive for Fang Ziye's voluntary explanation.

"Sorry, Professor Zhang, I'm really quite anxious right now." Fang Ziye then actively hung up the phone!

Just hurriedly opened the Memo, and put the matter of sending the invitation letter to Professor Zhang Limin into the pending schedule.

Fang Ziye had just arrived at the doorway of the Yangyuan Experimental Area, and already saw Old Professor Li Guohua and Old Professor Xiong Zhizhang, the two of them, singling out Deng Yong by name, and it was to bring him walking out of the Yangyuan.

Li Guohua and Old Professor Xiong Zhizhang, the two of them, currently had very calm expressions.

Deng Yong, on the other hand, knew nothing, and upon seeing Fang Ziye, was still greeting Fang Ziye: "Ziye, you go to Tingzhu's side first, they're all waiting for you there."

"I'm going out with Professor Li and Professor Xiong to handle some business."

After Deng Yong gave these instructions, he passed by Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye hurriedly turned back and chased after them: "Master, I'll go with you, happens I also have a bit of business to report to Master and Teacher Xiong in person."

Li Guohua hurriedly said: "Ziye you go be busy, the discussion inside is still waiting for you."

"We're going back to the hotel to discuss a few things."

Xiong Zhizhang also squeezed on a smiling face and joked: "Us few old geezers going to chat, you have to tag along too?"

Fang Ziye heard this and nodded: "Yes, Teacher Xiong, I also happen to have matters to report to you all face-to-face in person."

"Just now someone reported a rather special situation to me."

Fang Ziye named names, he himself knew what Xiong Zhizhang and Li Guohua, the two of them, were going to do.

Deng Yong to this moment was still seemingly in the dark: "What matter? Is it urgent?"

"If it's urgent, we'll accompany you to go handle it together?" Deng Yong was very concerned toward Fang Ziye.

Li Guohua observed Fang Ziye a few times, then realized Fang Ziye might know about this matter, and spoke: "Then Ziye you come along too."

"Happens you come drive!"

Fang Ziye walked behind the several people.

After getting in the car, Li Guohua and Xiong Zhizhang, the two of them, neither spoke.

Deng Yong continued to ask further: "Ziye, did someone give you a phone call?"

"If you've run into something, say it, we'll all try our best to think of ways to help you, if I can't help there's still your Master, isn't there."

Deng Yong knew about Academician Zhang Limin personally seeking out Fang Ziye a few days ago, thought it was Fang Ziye having trouble on this matter.

Xiong Zhizhang and Li Guohua, the two of them, remained unmoved.

Fang Ziye nodded and said: "Master, let's talk after we get back to the hotel! ~"

Through the rearview mirror, Fang Ziye saw Li Guohua and Old Professor Xiong Zhizhang, the two of them, their complexions already gradually turning cold and stern.

"..."

After getting out of the car, Li Guohua added one more line: "Ziye, you really not going to the Research Project Group to take a look? Just now Tingzhu seemed to have given you a phone call."

"Master, it's fine, I already replied to them with a message."

"Let's go up! ~" Fang Ziye locked the car door, then handed the car key into Deng Yong's hand.

At this moment, Fang Ziye's heart was struggling incomparably.

On one side is his own teacher Deng Yong, although he doesn't have absolute grace of recognition like Yuan Weihong toward him!

But his goodness toward him is also real goodness, running around for funding for him, striving for many benefits for him, running here and there for him.

This kind of grace, doesn't have too much difference from Yuan Weihong either.

It's just, this time's Deng Yong, really stepped on Fang Ziye's bottom line!

Deng Yong carefully accompanied: "Master, Teacher Xiong, let's go, we'll go up."

"Just what matter is it, that you two must have me come with you to the hotel side to handle?" Deng Yong's voice was still polite and respectful.

Li Guohua still didn't answer, but led the way straight up to a certain suite in the hotel.

Li Guohua directly interrupted Deng Yong who was about to boil water and make tea, then directly reached out, voice cold and stern: "Deng Yong, unlock your phone, hand it to me! ~"

Deng Yong heard this, both eyebrows immediately flashed.

"Master? Why would you look at my phone?"

"This is personal privacy." Deng Yong still pretended to take it.

Li Guohua shouted explosively again: "Give it to me! ~ Open WeChat! ~"

"Find the chat records with Yan Zhiming and Shu Lang, the two people! ~" Li Guohua directly drew his sword.

Deng Yong heard this, immediately face changed, directly took the phone back.

Then with blazing gaze stared toward Fang Ziye's direction, gaze like knives, as if able to chop people!

Li Guohua directly took out his own phone, threw it to Deng Yong: "You don't give it to me doesn't matter, you look at the chat records here on mine! ~"

At the same time, Xiong Zhizhang handed his own phone to Fang Ziye, letting Fang Ziye once again look in detail at the screenshot content.

First screenshot.

Yan Zhiming: "Master, this isn't good, my work right now is pretty good. Although I very much hope to be able to continue following you and the other fellow disciples to expand."

"But my personal ability is limited, this research project I haven't participated in at all."

Deng Yong: "Whether you participate or not isn't up to you, you give me one sentence right now, are you coming or not coming?"

"This is a very good opportunity! ~"

"Nie Mingxian and Liao Jia, the two of them, are outsiders, they're forcibly squeezing in, it's just because Ziye's side doesn't have enough manpower."

"You take leave and come over now, Master will arrange things for you."

The second one.

"Nie Mingxian and Fang Ziye merely have a cooperative relationship; you and Fang Ziye are fellow disciples, are Master's School brothers, are brothers in arms."

"Search your heart: if Fang Ziye truly runs into trouble, will you exert more effort or will Nie Mingxian exert more? Will Liao Jia and the others just quit and run?"

"Yan Zhiming, you hurry over here! ~"

"I said it, I have a way to get things arranged properly for you."

The third one.

"Shu Lang, you go do something for me right now, and that is……"

Fang Ziye had seen all of these; only Fang Ziye had not yet had time to finish reading them when Deng Yong spun around and flared up in anger: "Fang Ziye, was it you who did it?"

"Was it you who cooked it up?"

"Fang Ziye, you eat inside and crawl outside! You seek fame and reputation! You destroy kin for righteousness!"

"You even backstab your own Master! ~"

"You fundamentally don't understand human relations; you likewise engage in double standards! ~"

"You treat me and Yuan Weihong fundamentally differently! ~" Deng Yong's eyes were red.

Fang Ziye heard this, handed the mobile phone to Xiong Zhizhang, and held both hands upraised: "Master, I swear, if I, Fang Ziye, had any participation in this matter, I am willing to suffer Heaven's Thunder! ~"

Li Guohua directly gave Deng Yong a shove, shoving Deng Yong onto one of the beds in the standard room!

"Deng Yong? What are you trying to do?"

"You still want to hit someone? Do you still want to kill someone?"

"Can't you think about what exactly you've done? Do you feel you haven't harmed people shallowly enough?" Li Guohua questioned in a loud voice.

Deng Yong staggered to his feet.

Li Guohua continued: "If Fang Ziye didn't have a bit of accumulation of his own, he really would have been dragged to death by you! ~"

"Do you really think everyone else is a fool? You used Fang Ziye to force Du Xinzhan's Doctor into the position, you arranged his early graduation, because you knew Dong Wenqiang couldn't compare with Du Xinzhan's fresh Doctor."

"So you made Dong Wenqiang delay graduation……"

"And now you?"

"Liao Jia isn't our Zhongnan Hospital's person; Nie Mingxian is top talent our Hospital recruited."

"What are you trying to do? Say it, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"Do you want to be Emperor?"

"You want to ruin the platform we built with such difficulty, have it all to yourself, turn the entire Zhongnan Hospital into your backyard?" Li Guohua raised his palm.

But in the end, Li Guohua still didn't bring it down.

Because hitting people fundamentally solves nothing!

Only "killing" can!

Deng Yong said: "Master, I'm stating facts; a cooperative relationship is fundamentally unreliable. If Fang Ziye truly encounters something, the ones who can help are still our own people."

"This is also for Fang Ziye's good; only if Fang Ziye has more trusted people can he do more things."

"I'm not doing it for myself, I have no selfish motives; it's Fang Ziye who needs more of his own people! ~"

Li Guohua roared: "Before your students came to Zhongnan Hospital, we were all strangers!"

"Before you, Deng Yong, came to Zhongnan Hospital, I didn't even know what surname your Ancestor bore! ~"

"Deng Yong, I really want to strangle you to death!"

"How many fractures do you need before you know some thresholds must not be jumped past?"

"Ah?"

"Liu Qiao once, Yuan Weihong once, here once, there once — just how many more times……" Li Guohua directly said a sentence that shocked Fang Ziye greatly.

Liu Qiao is Fang Ziye's Teacher.

Yuan Weihong is Fang Ziye's Person of Gratitude.

Deng Yong he?

Isn't?

The year Yuan Weihong joined, wasn't it exactly when his own teacher just lost Deng Yong's Doctor?

The time is too long ago; Fang Ziye fundamentally has no way to know the details.

"Master, you're already old! ~" Deng Yong argued forcefully.

"You fundamentally don't understand the current situation; now is not the past." Deng Yong's face was red too, the flesh mole on his chin twitching lightly.

"In this current situation, a single person's strength cannot stir up waves; there must be unity and cooperation. Build a team, build a comprehensive team, and it must have direction, have command, have obedient people!"

"Have…"

Xiong Zhizhang sighed: "Deng Yong, do you think your so-called obedient people must be your own people?"

"I ask you, not to speak of distant ones — just Yuan Weihong, Li Yuanpei, Wang Yuanqi, these so-called own people of yours, do you feel you haven't harmed them miserably enough?"

"Take Yuan Weihong for example: that year he joined on his own, did he need you to maneuver? What were you being clever about?"

"That time, Du Xin and Wen Dongqing, the two of them, beat you and Yuan Weihong — was it not painful enough?"

Deng Yong said:

"That was for insurance! ~"

"Who knew whether Professor Wen Dongqing would maneuver for his student?"

"So what was the result?" Li Guohua countered.

"The year Liu Huanglong studied was the same; what was the result?! ~" Li Guohua questioned.

"Knife Sound! ~"

Just then, a knock on the door rang out.

"Who is it?" Deng Yong's mood was bad; he shouted loudly.

Professor Wen Dongfang, however, turned and went to open the door, clearly knowing exactly who had come.

A young man with a handsome face — Song Yi, a Doctor from Tongji Hospital's Trauma Surgery!

"Little Song, come in." Xiong Zhizhang issued the invitation in a low voice.

And the moment he saw Song Yi, Deng Yong's face instantly turned pale.

After Song Yi entered, he only asked back in a very low voice: "Professor Deng, aside from not being your Master's student, in what way am I inferior to Li Yuanpei?"

"Qualification, operation, research accumulation, family background, or native place?"

"Get out!" Deng Yong exploded.

This situation today, he already had no way to resolve it.

Song Yi was very obedient; he left after finishing speaking.

And when he turned around, he even smiled and glanced at Fang Ziye — this glance was exactly the same as back at the Zhongnan Hospital entrance, carefree and unruly.

He came here precisely to question Deng Yong.

It was also to add the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Not for any benefit, just for a breath of relief in his heart.

He also didn't regret that Deng Yong had rejected him; his current prospects were just right, with Duan Hong as his Supervisor, his future was bright.

However, Song Yi was also extremely unwilling to accept it.

Xiong Swelling pushed Fang Ziye to the doorway and said: "Ziye, you see Little Song out!"

"You're both young people, have a good chat."

Xiong Zhizhang's expression at this moment was cold and stern, without a shred of sentiment.

Fang Ziye was reluctantly pushed out the door.

……

Song Yi faced Fang Ziye with a calm expression, their eyes meeting, and then spoke first: "Fang Ziye, I don't regret coming."

"Moreover, I especially understand that Senior Brother who reported Professor Deng, the one now working at Xiangya Second Hospital, graduated from Huashan Hospital!"

Tian Songlin's matter, Fang Ziye was completely unaware of.

But Song Yi's matter, Fang Ziye had almost "fully" participated in; Fang Ziye watched closely as Song Yi passed the professional special assessment, gained the special quota, then gave it up.

He personally saw Professor Li Guohua, because of Song Yi's matter, directly remove Deng Yong from his position as Trauma Surgery Administrative Director.

For this, Fang Ziye and the others, as well as many of Deng Yong's students, all paid a heavy price, resulting in Professor Han Yuanxiao becoming the Administrative Director for a period of time.

During this period, Fang Ziye even had a falling out with Professor Han Yuanxiao!

Fang Ziye looked back at the hotel door; the corridor lights were dim, the carpet laid on the floor felt soft underfoot, feeling not real at all, and not heavy enough.

Fang Ziye's heart right now held too many doubts.

Only, these doubts, at this moment, were already no longer important!

Fang Ziye thought for a moment, then turned back and knocked on the door: "Teacher Li, Xiong Lao, can you open the door?"

"Scram, today nobody's coming works!" It was Li Guohua's angry venting.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye knew there was no room for maneuver left.

Fang Ziye could only leave together with Song Yi.

"Fang Ziye, I have to go back, I have quite a few tasks too, no need to see me off." After Song Yi and Fang Ziye went down to the hotel first floor together, Song Yi said this.

"Elder Brother Yi, let's take a taxi back together, I want to say sorry to you on behalf of my Master." Fang Ziye said.

"What fucking use is sorry?!"

"Things are past, I've vented my anger, I'm doing very well now." Song Yi said.

"If it weren't for Xiong Lao contacting me, I couldn't be bothered to meddle in these things……" Song Yi replied with complete disregard.

In Song Yi's vision, whatever Deng Yong would suffer, he didn't care in the slightest.

Even if Deng Yong thought it was him, Song Yi, kicking a man when he's down, stepping the final foot, he, Song Yi, didn't care either.

What, things you personally experienced still can't be spoken of? You fucking don't do it then.

Anyway, he has Duan Hong backing him; not telling Duan Hong the deepest chat about this matter already counted as giving Deng Yong face.

……

Fang Ziye once again walked into the research group.

Only, after Deng Yong left the sanatorium's laboratory, he never came back again.

During this period, Fang Ziye called Deng Yong many times, no one answered. Fang Ziye also asked Master Li Guohua; Li Guohua remained silent on this, only telling Fang Ziye to prepare the academic report well, do the clinical surgeries well.

During this period, Duan Hong also called Fang Ziye many times, asking what exactly happened, why the messages he sent Deng Yong were all not replied to.

Right now is such a critical period.

Fang Ziye also couldn't give an answer.

Roughly two days later, Fang Ziye finally received Professor Du Xinzhan's call.

"Ziye, Professor Deng is now serving as Lab Director in the hospital, not going anywhere; the hospital rejected his application for a different-location research transfer." Du Xinzhan's tone was still quite cautious.

"Ziye, do you think this is acceptable?"

"This was personally reported and personally handled by the two Old Professors Li Guohua and Xiong Zhizhang."

Du Xinzhan was asking for Fang Ziye's opinion, because he was afraid Fang Ziye would have objections to this handling.

"Professor Du, I don't know!" Fang Ziye's voice trembled slightly.

Somewhat panicked.

"What don't you know? You can tell me." Du Xinzhan asked with concern.

"I don't know what to say, and I don't know what I should say." Fang Ziye's voice turned into a murmur.

Once, the foundation Fang Ziye found most solid, the backing he relied on most, was pulled down just like that.

You could put it this way: after this, Deng Yong has basically been completely sidelined.

Even his own teacher reported him; in Zhongnan Hospital, it's truly impossible for Deng Yong to keep mixing along!

And at this moment, Fang Ziye's mood was no different from Deng Yong's behavior and mood back when Professor Dong Yaohui left Zhongnan Hospital.

Master is a very noble, very steady word.

It is also an object very worthy of trust.

Fang Ziye never had any time to doubt that Deng Yong would treat him badly!

He never doubted it; even, Fang Ziye felt that with Deng Yong behind him, he could rest easy, he could even fire at the Dean, and no one could think of bypassing Deng Yong to harm Fang Ziye.

And just such a person, now...?

Fang Ziye has lost such a teacher, such a pillar to lean against.

However, what Deng Yong did?

Now, he actually wants to operate on Nie Mingxian and Liao Jia, two people!

Fang Ziye's mood was extremely complex.

"If you don't know what to say, just digest it properly, even don't speak, don't think."

"Ziye, sorry, I've actually already done my utmost!"

Of course, Du Xinzhan spoke to here, then added: "Actually, your teacher Deng Yong, and your teacher Professor Li Guohua, both have extremely extreme personalities."

"If Deng Yong is someone who took nepotism to the extreme, then Li Guohua is someone who took the two words 'selfless' to great achievement!"

"Ziye, you probably don't know how Professor Li Guohua went in, right?"

Du Xinzhan spoke to here, whetting the appetite.

Fang Ziye did not answer.

"He delivered himself to the door, taking all responsibility onto himself."

"Our entire Orthopedics Department!" Du Xinzhan finished speaking, then hung up the phone.

Orthopedics Department, Old Professors, only one person went in!!!

Before, Fang Ziye thought Li Guohua had bad luck, just happened to be investigated.

However, until this moment, Li Guohua went in for two years, then came out again, and lingered in the hospital for a while, only then did Fang Ziye truly understand Li Guohua this person.

Because of historical factors, clinical drugs and pharmaceutical representatives' kickbacks, one could say it's an open secret.

Endless, repeatedly banned but never stopped!

If you really trace back, basically no one can skip this net.

Just like many people in the system, none can withstand having their pants pulled down; once pants are pulled down, it's basically all shit...

However, this kind of thing generally won't be universally investigated; at most just strike one or two ringleaders.

Li Guohua this sheep walked into the trap himself, then this line can be closed!

Li Guohua, former former former Orthopedics Chief Director.

He can serve as a tiger presented to 'Wu Dalang' to make the other party famous.

Time flows like water.

April 9th.

Tuesday.

The day before the research group's active academic report, Fang Ziye finished a severe diabetic foot limb salvage surgery, then experimentally gave Deng Yong a call.

This time, it happened to connect, and Deng Yong had already picked up.

Fang Ziye hurriedly turned to the side, separating direction from Professor Du Donglin and the others.

"Master? Where have you been these days? Why couldn't I get through on the phone?"

"Professor Li Guohua's matter, I didn't participate, but I did know in advance, sorry Master, I should have told you in advance." Fang Ziye said in a low voice.

Fang Ziye really should have notified Deng Yong in advance, even a phone call would do.

Hearing this, Deng Yong let out a long sigh: "Ziye, Teacher Li is my Master, currently in the department, no one understands him better than me."

"Telling you in advance would be useless too."

"Master, from when he was young, has been this righteous. This fair and just, this persistent."

"Maybe if I hadn't personally seen some of my fellow disciples, one by one, ruthlessly pushed away by Teacher Li, heard too many pourings-out and complaints."

"I feel my own obsession wouldn't even be this deep!"

"Teacher Li's side, I couldn't keep a single fellow disciple, not a single one?" Deng Yong's voice was very low, voice murmuring.

There was regret, also bitterness, even more struggle.

Not a single one, so maybe Deng Yong suffered too much, he had no support, so he got scared, so he followed his own method and walked towards obsession...

Buddha says, everything has cause and effect.

"Ziye, from now on you'll have to choose for yourself!" Deng Yong said with a laugh.

He most likely can't help much anymore, because Deng Yong's legs have already been 'broken'.

"Master, then will you come tomorrow?" Fang Ziye asked.

Tomorrow is an important day, the research group's inevitable soaring day.

"Not coming..."

Ten minutes later, Fang Ziye slowly put down the phone, gaze confused...

(Chapter End)