Chapter 613

Tan Mengran struggled for a long time, still finding it inconceivable, and finally asked, "Professor Zhang, is there some misunderstanding here?"

"Professor Fang is younger, perhaps he acts more recklessly? Did you, Teacher Zhang, misinterpret his meaning?"

Truly learned people mostly cherish talent; Tan Mengran did not want Fang Ziye, a person of considerable talent, to be viewed differently by Zhang Limin.

An associate professor ordering an academician to follow behind him — if Professor Zhang Limin pushed back a few times, even if Fang Ziye escaped, he would end up battered.

Whether domestic old fossils who revere seniority, or professors in their prime, as long as they have no especially close relationship with Fang Ziye, they would all very directly take sides.

Respecting others' academic achievements is respecting oneself.

No one hopes that after finally climbing to the highest hall, they would be played with in the palm of an associate professor's hand.

Zhang Limin understood Tan Mengran: "Professor Tan, you need not beat around the bush; I don't have that kind of mindset."

"Even if he doesn't come, I won't get angry, let alone take it out on others. I just find it amusing."

"This Professor Fang's guts are even bigger than mine!"

Zhang Limin and Fang Ziye are not on the same track; Zhang Limin admires Fang Ziye's academic attainments, but not to the point of extraordinary reverence or worship.

Even so, without deep contact, Zhang Limin is unwilling to place himself beneath others.

His current position no longer needs anyone to lead the way for him.

Seeing Zhang Limin not angry, Tan Mengran finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Professor Zhang, perhaps Professor Fang had no other way, so he had to take an unconventional approach."

"His original intention should still be not bad."

Tan Mengran and Fang Ziye had only just met; he could only see Fang Ziye's academic level — academic attainments do not conceal character, but he also couldn't affirm that Fang Ziye's character is very good.

"How do you view these arguments Professor Fang raised today?" Zhang Limin asked Tan Mengran.

Tan Mengran examined carefully, then replied: "It's not a bad alternative direction."

Tan Mengran and Zhang Limin are the most authoritative experts in gene sequencing; if a few words from Fang Ziye directly made them correct their research direction and follow respectfully, both could pack up and leave.

True scholars, when doing every project, will prepare at least three feasible research directions.

"Right, thinking isn't set in stone; write this idea down."

"I have a meeting at Huqing tomorrow; if Professor Fang hasn't gone back yet, remember to contact Professor Fang."

"His academic attainments in orthopedics may be even higher than ours in gene sequencing." Zhang Limin instructed, then walked out of the laboratory.

Tan Mengran was startled; after seeing Zhang Limin off, he quickly searched again for topics and papers related to Fang Ziye.

After reading, Tan Mengran still couldn't objectively assess the practicality of Fang Ziye's academic achievements, but he was a professor after all, with wide connections, and soon found a familiar good friend.

Just edited a few simple keywords.

Looking at the other party's reply, Tan Mengran fell silent, and for a long time couldn't let it go...

After a while, Tan Mengran called his students back to the lab for a group meeting.

Although it was very late, the PhD and Master's students following him were all academic types; academic graduate students have no concept of early or late.

After everyone arrived, Tan Mengran said: "I've always emphasized to you two different forms of doing academia."

"The first is accelerated catch-up, striving to approach international top level; on this track, you compete with them on physical strength, endurance, sprinting power."

"The second is creating your own track..." Tan Mengran began popularizing knowledge to his students, then just happened to use Fang Ziye as a typical demonstration case.

After returning to the hotel, Fang Ziye washed up first, then while drying his hair replied to messages from Luo Tingzhu and the others, and once more reviewed his email on the computer.

After finishing the emails, Fang Ziye stared at the chat pages of Old Professor Qiu Zhenghua and Old Professor Tang Fupei for a long time, but ultimately didn't send messages or call.

Visiting seniors isn't an especially servile or base thing; it's just that his schedule was truly too full.

Compared to a few old academicians in his own specialty, securing help from academicians of other specialties is more difficult, so he needs to maneuver more.

However, when he comes to Jingdu next week, he'll have to visit these two old professors as well.

It's not that Fang Ziye is aloof and doesn't understand human relations.

By rights, last year Old Academician Qiu Zhenghua and Old Academician Gu Yuandong helped him so much; Fang Ziye should have visited to thank them.

However, in the end Fang Ziye only visited Old Academician Qiu Zhenghua in Jingdu during his vacation, and didn't go to the Magic Capital.

This time, both old academicians traveled thousands of miles to Enshi; if Fang Ziye only expressed things verbally, it would be a bit too foolish.

"Next week then, fly a few more trips next weekend!" Fang Ziye decided.

The next day, at 9:50 AM, Fang Ziye hurriedly arrived at the Orthopedics Building of Zhongnan Hospital, then quickly contacted Associate Professor Tang Sai, learning that this PhD student interview assessment was in the Joint Surgery demonstration classroom.

At 9:59 AM, Fang Ziye got his white coat and name badge, then squeezed into the demonstration classroom and sat in the supervisor's seat.

Yuan Weihong was abroad, so he didn't attend.

This year, those with doctoral supervisor quotas in Trauma Surgery are Fang Ziye, Professor Han Yuanxiao, Associate Professor Yuan Weihong; Professor Deng Yong has no continuous projects, so is temporarily not on the doctoral supervisor recruitment list.

The others are professors from specialties like Joint Surgery, Hand Surgery, etc.

"Ziye, come over, this side." Seeing Fang Ziye, Liu Huanglong openly waved him over.

Han Yuanxiao could only stop his own about-to-be-issued action and smile bitterly.

Originally Fang Ziye was their Trauma Surgery student; he previously held the Trauma Surgery director position, but due to his "ambition," Fang Ziye and he are now not close at all.

Fang Ziye stepped over, then explained in a low voice: "Sorry, Director Du, I'm late."

"As long as you're not late." Du Xinzhan didn't know what Fang Ziye was busy with, but didn't dare blame him much.

The current Fang Ziye, in the hospital leadership's eyes, is unique; in Orthopedics he's listed in a separate tier; in the old professors' eyes, he's a hot commodity.

Du Xinzhan doesn't doubt that if he crosses Fang Ziye, he'll be seen by the old professors as cutting off Orthopedics' future; those old guys will spare no effort to drag him down from the chief director position.

This is Fang Ziye's first time sitting in the supervisor's seat for an interview; this time it's not others interviewing him, but him interviewing others.

Fang Ziye never participated in PhD student assessment interviews; as a candidate he never participated either; back then he entered the PhD sequence via "technical expertise," no interview needed.

So, Fang Ziye is also a small "layman"!

This year the entire Orthopedics department recruits eight PhD students total; eleven are on the supervisor list; it's very possible some supervisors will come up empty.

Twenty-four master's students attended the interview, a three-to-one ratio in a large pool.

Soon, Professor Tang Sai, acting as Teaching Director, led the first "victim" into the demonstration classroom!

He wore a suit and tie, looking very spirited.

Upon entering, he first bowed.

"Student, please first give a brief self-introduction in English..." Du Xinzhan smiled as he launched the first round.

If a doctoral applicant cannot do an English self-introduction, they can basically leave.

"Hello, teachers. My name is Zhu Lin. I graduated from Shaanxi Province Jiaotong University for my undergraduate degree, and I am currently studying for my master's in Orthopedics at Sichuan University West China Hospital..."

The doctoral re-examination is like this: because every hospital's doctoral quotas have more monks than porridge, and the re-examination times are not fixed, it is basically a chaotic scramble.

Whether it is Kyoto University or Peking Union Medical College Hospital, they might all come to Han City University to find a backup doctoral quota.

Fang Ziye discovered that he actually did not have much to do; most of the Q&A was demonstrated by Professor Du Xinzhan, Professor Han Yuanxiao, Professor Liu Huanglong, and Professor Du Yingshan from the Bone Disease Department, among others.

They did not make things difficult for Fang Ziye; they merely gave him a demonstration...

As a result, Fang Ziye became a person whose role was participation.

Each person's interview time was fifteen minutes; twenty-four people, totaling six hours.

It started at ten o'clock; after three hours and twelve interviewees, there was a mid-session break.

Everyone ate separately.

Unsurprisingly, after the morning round of interviews ended, Professor Deng Yong took Fang Ziye to Trauma Surgery.

Liu Huanglong's advance invitation was of no use.

Deng Yong had ordered boxed meals in advance; currently, the department's Chief Resident had changed from Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi to Jin Hongzhou.

"Ziye, how does it feel to sit in the supervisor's seat and interview others?" Jin Hongzhou asked while shoveling food, his face full of envy.

"Passed, love to watch." Fang Ziye replied in four characters.

This "love to watch" was even more "love to watch" than during his own doctoral assessment; his mindset was completely different.

Deng Yong immediately instructed: "You must pay attention to propriety and measure; the other party is just a master's student, absolutely do not use excessive force."

So-called excessive force means asking questions without propriety, making questions too difficult, causing the interviewee to be unable to answer.

Fang Ziye had fallen for this before; during his master's defense, that professor at Liyuan Hospital used excessive force, asking a question that should not have been asked.

"Master, Director Du and the others didn't let me ask questions; they probably feared I couldn't control the heat." Fang Ziye replied.

"Good, good." Deng Yong smiled exceptionally radiantly.

Jin Hongzhou somewhat regretted entering the office to dine with Deng Yong and Fang Ziye; this was simply bringing discomfort upon himself.

Having barely endured it, Jin Hongzhou directly slipped away.

It was only 1:20 PM; forty minutes remained before the afternoon session started.

Fang Ziye then asked: "Master, Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi, where did he go now?"

"I sent a message; Senior Brother said he hasn't found a place yet."

Wang Yuanqi was "just fired" this month; it is also very miserable. He served as Chief Resident for nearly a year, about to finish the term, but was kicked out because of a problem with the recruitment procedure.

He went to other units; he will likely have to rotate for another year!

And work isn't that easy to find either.

Actually, Wang Yuanqi's clinical operation ability is very good; aside from Fang Ziye, he basically dominates the younger generation. Even compared to Senior Brother Dong Wenqiang, Wang Yuanqi is slightly superior.

Of course, if Wang Yuanqi and that Tian Songlin really went head-to-head, who wins is unknown; according to Fang Ziye's guess, Tian Songlin might be even better.

"Still looking." Deng Yong's tone was faint.

Obviously, in the matter of Wang Yuanqi, his operation was still too excessive.

"Master, was Tian Songlin's material really blocked by you?" Fang Ziye asked.

According to Fang Ziye's speculation, the teacher's vision should not be short; how could he make such a mistake?

Of course, it is also possible that Fang Ziye overestimated Deng Yong; Deng Yong's every operation is not necessarily deeply considered.

Deng Yong replied: "Even you have come to question me?"

Fang Ziye hurriedly shook his head to explain: "Master, no, I want to see if there is still a solution."

"There is no solution anymore; what they said are all facts!"

Deng Yong nodded; of course, Deng Yong also explained: "But what they didn't tell you is that Tian Songlin's materials really do have problems."

"But now it is very hard to trace back; because if we go check now, the materials will certainly already be complete."

"Our Zhongnan Hospital is not a monolith."

Fang Ziye shuddered upon hearing this.

That is to say, the reason Deng Yong operated on Wang Yuanqi was because Deng Yong truly discovered problems, so he blocked it.

After all, materials must be shown to the Personnel Department, and Orthopedics also has to review them.

Only, these are all sealed materials; previously Deng Yong did not file them or fix them as evidence. Now going to check sealed archives, the problems cannot be found.

Deng Yong continued: "If we continue to dig deep into this issue, it will be exceptionally unfavorable to our current development; better to just take the beating."

Deng Yong's resolve is also sufficient; he doesn't want to stir up trouble anymore. The current Orthopedics needs a stable environment, needs time for steady development.

Fang Ziye cautiously asked: "Master, is this related to the Surgical Department's resource allocation?"

Arriving at the sanatorium, Fang Ziye saw many things!

Zhongnan Hospital is naturally a single unit.

Orthopedics developing well, the hospital is willing to see it; but the problem is, the cake is only this big. Orthopedics' development momentum is too fierce; after resources tilt, the carved-out cake all comes from other departments.

It's still that the overall volume isn't large enough, so it's not enough for everyone to eat their fill, unless the whole cake is made bigger.

The specialties involved here are many.

"A fall into a pit, a gain in wisdom; in the future, for archives and such handled by our Orthopedics, we must also scan and seal them."

"There are many pitfalls in this." Deng Yong said.

Fang Ziye still had a question: "Master, are the problems in Doctor Tian Songlin's materials serious?"

This is also one of the key points of the problem.

If they are just some simple errors, and you go make things difficult for them, that is also inadvisable.

Recruitment is originally for gathering talent; if others' research and professional abilities have no issues, and it's just some minor flaws?

Deng Yong did not reply.

So, actually Deng Yong is still in the wrong; Tian Songlin's anger comes from the heart, as long as an outsider slightly provokes him, he dares to stand out and find fault with you.

Coincidentally having this fuse, Tian Songlin can find a punching bag.

This matter will no longer be dwelled upon.

"Master, then calculating it this way, our department lost a quota last year; can we have an extra one this year?" Fang Ziye asked.

"What do you think? Are the department's quotas cabbages, that you can just buy them whenever you want?"

"We got screwed! ~" Deng Yong shook his head.

Fang Ziye then stopped speaking.

Many principles are lessons bought with the blood of predecessors; for example, some famous professors may have been made a complete mess of because of their own master's graduation thesis.

There are even academicians who may be disputed by others because of a few academic papers.

To avoid being found out for mistakes and omissions on yourself, what you can do is be cautious, careful, and fair, do every small thing well, down to the minutest detail.

……

Sunday, 1:00 PM.

Fang Ziye, Feng Junfeng, and Tian Yao, the three of them sat in a row of three, Fang Ziye sat right in the middle of the two.

"Tian Yao, what exactly is that Minority Cadre Plan of yours? I still haven't understood it clearly; can you explain it to me in detail?" Fang Ziye asked.

Tian Yao, slender build, slightly dark skin, average frame, height only 1.6-something meters, is also Fang Ziye's student.

But Tian Yao is still a student Fang Ziye has no way to refuse; his preliminary exam scores aren't very high, but he can freely choose a supervisor, and Fang Ziye still cannot refuse.

Because Tian Yao went through the Minority Cadre Plan.

Tian Yao is not familiar with Fang Ziye, his voice extremely respectful: "Teacher, the Cadre Plan is like this..."

The Minority High-Level Cadre Talent Plan, abbreviated as Minority Cadre Plan, launched and implemented in 2006, this plan is a special cultivation model adopted by the state to solve the shortage of high-level talent in ethnic regions.

In accordance with the requirements of "targeted enrollment, targeted cultivation, targeted employment," adopting measures such as "voluntary application, unified examination, appropriate score reduction, separate unified cut-off lines," mainly recruiting from 12 western provinces, autonomous regions, municipalities, and the XP Production and Construction Corps; graduates return to targeted units or targeted provinces, autonomous regions, municipalities for employment.

This column of "voluntary application, unified examination, appropriate score reduction, separate unified cut-off lines" is very critical.

After Tian Yao briefly finished, Fang Ziye asked: "So you still have to go back to Yunnan to work in the future?"

"In principle, yes, but all 12 western provinces are possible; of course, I can also go to remote areas eligible for the Cadre Plan."

"For example, work in Xiangxi Autonomous Prefecture of Hunan Province, or Enshi Autonomous Prefecture of Hubei Province; after serving and paying social security for five full years, I can then go to other places to find work." Tian Yao replied.

"Oh, so that's how it is; then your plan is great, just competing for quotas with Cadre Plan people, the pressure would be much smaller." Fang Ziye said with a smile.

"Yes, Teacher."

"But my foundation is slightly a bit weak." Tian Yao replied.

"No matter, weak foundation just learn slowly!" Fang Ziye replied with a smile.

The three were chatting idly, when three more people came up behind them, looked like a family of three, parents and son.

The son's right hand had a plaster cast on it.

Not long after they put their luggage away, the child leaned against the woman and fell asleep.

"Wife, you say, was Little Dragon's surgery actually done properly? A fracture surgery, in and out of the operating room in just twenty-odd minutes, this is simply a bit exaggerated?"

"Should we have gone to Tongji, not Zhongnan?" the man replied.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye, Tian Yao, and the three of them all straightened their faces.

How come just sitting a high-speed rail, you can still eat melon on your own hospital, your own department.

"I don't know either; online they all say Zhongnan Hospital's Orthopedics Department is also very good. Only online they also say, now general fracture surgeries, the surgery duration is all around two hours."

"Twenty minutes?"

"But Little Dragon also didn't say anywhere is uncomfortable." The middle-aged woman looked worried.

"Hospitals nowadays are more and more unreliable; fracture and still not let you be hospitalized, surgery the day before yesterday afternoon, yesterday chased out!"

"Still say what day surgery."

"After all it's a surgery that cut open; at least let stay a few more days, give an anti-inflammatory injection or something?" The middle-aged man full of complaints.

The middle-aged man's voice was not small, so it attracted quite a few people's attention.

A person sitting in the row behind them stood up and asked: "Your family's child also had fracture surgery at Zhongnan Hospital?"

"Surgery day before yesterday, discharged yesterday? This is even more fierce than when I was hospitalized last year?"

"I had surgery on Monday last year, Wednesday chased me out." A middle-aged woman gossiped.

"Sister, you also had a fracture?" The middle-aged man hearing someone strike up conversation, stood up.

"You were hospitalized at that time?"

"I feel we just didn't get hospitalized; after going to Zhongnan Hospital, they didn't let us be hospitalized, just let us stay in a guesthouse, doing examinations on the side."

"Finally managed to get into the hospital on Friday, immediately had surgery."

"The child also said, he wasn't even given general anesthesia, only hand anesthesia, in and out only took twenty-odd minutes... this isn't a joke?" The middle-aged man's face full of displeasure.

"At least it's a child, Zhongnan Hospital isn't this messing around?"

The middle-aged woman said: "Then your situation is even more special than what I encountered at the time; I was admitted into the hospital on Saturday at that time."

"But before hospitalization, I still reserved a bed for several days."

"How do you feel now?" The child's father asked very nervously.

"It's fine, didn't feel anything much; after the surgery it wasn't so painful anymore. After going back it was just follow-ups, functional exercise, and now the scar has faded too."

"It's just the strength for lifting things — not as great as this hand that never broke." the middle-aged woman said.

Hearing the middle-aged woman put it that way, the middle-aged man's mood only then recovered slightly.

However, while they chatted like this, a young man next door turned his head and said: "Auntie? You were only hospitalized for two days and got discharged, no infection, no pain or anything?"

"Had I known, my uncle should've come to Han City instead of having surgery in Xian City. After his surgery, even now he still feels a bit of bone pain every few days."

"The surgery took four hours at the time."

The middle-aged woman shook her head: "Didn't feel that; just occasionally, the broken-hand side still has slight throbbing and stabbing pain, roughly once or twice a year."

"During follow-up, the doctor said it's normal."

"I was injured in Han City at the time, right near Fruit Lake, so I went to Zhongnan Hospital. The lead surgeon was even a very young doctor……"

"Can't recall what he was called, anyway he was very young, seemed to be surnamed Fang, everyone called him Doctor Fang?"

"……"

Feng Junfeng: "……"

Tian Yao tilted his head slightly, eyes wide with surprise.

Good fellow, if it weren't for the fact that I rode the high-speed rail here with Teacher the whole way, I'd have thought this was a setup Fang Ziye arranged just to receive me.

Deliberately staged for him to see, right?

But these people really are genuine word-of-mouth.

Fang Ziye also remembered — that middle-aged woman seemed to be one of the few fracture closed-reduction internal-fixation cases he had pre-rehearsed at Zhongnan Hospital earlier for a surgery livestream.

The surgery used manual reduction plus open reduction internal fixation; the surgery time was very short.

Short time doesn't mean poor quality!

……

The application of manual reduction technique in fracture patients was previously only in papers; now, Zhongnan Hospital has also opened a day ward, basically concentrating one or two days to batch-resolve some fracture patients who have fracture conditions but want to come to Zhongnan Hospital for surgery.

The lead surgeon before was Deng Yong; in order to quickly perform day surgeries, Deng Yong even deliberately practiced manual reduction technique for a period of time.

Their surgeries had nothing to do with Fang Ziye, but their exclamations, doubts, complaints and grumbling all made Fang Ziye feel that his earlier choice to add points to manual reduction technique and redefine fracture classification —

widening the scope of manual reduction technique — were all very meaningful, and this meaning had become concrete.

Now, perhaps they'd find the surgery time being too short a very surprising thing; perhaps in the future, online, popular-science bloggers would all feel that such a duration is the proper duration.

If the time were any longer, it would be worth worrying about instead.

……

When getting off, the three of Fang Ziye queued to exit the station again and heard two people chatting.

"It's really strange, you know. I was dragged from Enshi to Han City by 120; this leg that had originally left the body was actually reattached."

"Tongji Hospital's technique is really good! ~"

"Even this kind of surgery can succeed." one person said.

"I had surgery at Peking Union Medical College Hospital's Hand Surgery; in our ward there were even people transferred from Henan Province and Hunan Province's Yue City."

"Anyway, from online, Peking Union Medical College Hospital's replantation surgery is done pretty well." the other person replied; he was wearing a hand splint.

"Hunan Province? Is Hunan's hospital Xiangya Hospital?" the first speaker lowered his voice.

"Exactly. In recent years Xiangya probably no one dares to go……"

"Tian Yao, let's go!" Fang Ziye and Feng Junfeng had both exited the gate; Tian Yao hadn't caught up yet, so he shouted.

Tian Yao immediately swiped his ID card out the "gate": "Master Master, are they discussing the microcirculation instrument?"

Tian Yao is orthopedics through and through; of course he knows this super divine artifact of orthopedics!

The reason Tian Yao came from Huaxi Hospital to Zhongnan Hospital was actually for Fang Ziye.

Tian Yao's undergrad was Yucheng Medical College, Master's at Sichuan University West China Hospital.

Although he says his talent is poor, he's actually being humble; professional operation and academic talent are both middling.

It's just that Huaxi Hospital is more competitive than Zhongnan Hospital; even taking the Minority Cadre Plan, he couldn't out-compete those freaks.

"They're discussing surgery." Fang Ziye was humble for a moment.

Although Tian Yao looks dark and thin, his EQ is not low at all; he said in a low voice: "But surgery also needs a surgery opportunity first, right?"

The reason Tian Yao took the Minority Cadre Plan was because he valued the freedom to choose a supervisor.

And after choosing a supervisor, the supervisor cannot refuse either; this rule is even more awesome than others' recommendation exemption for PhD.

One is school recommendation exemption, the other is a national plan!

Tian Yao squeezed out another recommendation-exemption spot and entered Fang Ziye's PhD team.

The other party didn't even dare let out a fart.

Fang Ziye can't take too many students.

Fang Ziye's expression was calm, but right now his emotional value was very full; whether it was the patients' discussion or Tian Yao's supplementary explanation, both gave Fang Ziye a feeling that this life was worth it.

Academia is like this — at the moment there may be no direct benefit, and Fang Ziye cannot directly treat many patients.

But there are thousands, even tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, accumulating to tens of millions or hundreds of millions of patients who will benefit because of Fang Ziye.

This is where the meaning of research lies, and it makes Fang Ziye even more firmly believe that his future path must walk alongside research, not just a single leg of pure clinical work.

"Master, what are we going to the airport for?" Feng Junfeng asked.

"To pick up the car! ~ My previous car was left here by your Master's wife." Fang Ziye replied.

"Which of you two can drive?"

Tian Yao and Feng Junfeng both raised their hands.

Fang Ziye then looked at Tian Yao in surprise.

Tian Yao's family background isn't great, yet he actually got a driver's license too.

As long as they can drive, that's fine; as for how others learned, Fang Ziye doesn't care.

In the end, it was still Feng Junfeng driving the car, bringing the three of them together to the sanatorium.

After parking steadily in the parking lot, Fang Ziye hurriedly brought the two of them to the research area to handle procedures.

The two are Fang Ziye's students, so there's no need to report in advance.

The sanatorium's regulation is that you can directly bring your own students over to register, and then check them into the research area's dormitory.

Otherwise, if Fang Ziye is seconded to work at the sanatorium, the students can't graduate, and the sanatorium can't solve this problem either?

Then what will Fang Ziye do in the future?

After everything was smoothly handled, Fang Ziye said: "You two wait a bit, take a taxi to buy some personal items!"

"If you want to go home for a trip, go back; Feng Junfeng, you go home first to visit family, and when you've played enough, come back here to report." Fang Ziye said.

In April, both Feng Junfeng and Tian Yao had finished their standardized training and thesis defenses; waiting for them was only the standardized training completion exam.

Both shook their heads simultaneously; Tian Yao spoke first: "Master, I just need to go back to handle the school departure procedures."

Feng Junfeng said: "Master, I plan to go home when I return to school in August to handle the reporting procedures."

"During summer vacation, my parents will come over to travel."

"Mm, good, you go buy things first, we'll eat together in a bit; I'll call out Hu Qingyuan and Han Jingyi too..." Fang Ziye began making arrangements.

These are his family assets, the little chicks he must be responsible for their future.

(Chapter End)