Chapter 618: Pacify the Interior Before Resisting External Threats!

"Master, what exactly do you mean by 'sacrificing the tail to survive'? I didn't quite understand." Fang Ziye sent Deng Yong back, then asked cautiously once more.

The current him didn't dare to underestimate old-timers of Teacher Deng's caliber in the slightest.

Not a single one of these people's methods and thoughts was simple!

Behind every behavior you think is idiotic, there might be a deeper intention you fundamentally don't understand, or can't grasp.

Compared to their so-called methods, Fang Ziye was just a little brother, the littlest of the little.

Wu Xuanqi didn't dare act rashly in front of Deng Yong either, he could only behave properly; otherwise, even with Chen Song vouching for him, he'd likely find it hard to come out unscathed.

"This is a kind of transaction, or a way of handling affairs."

"Ancients waging war would have scouts and decoy troops, all to hide their true strength; it can also be called 'sleeping on brushwood and tasting gall'."

"Want to go up and sit for a while?" Deng Yong invited.

"Okay, Master." Fang Ziye pushed open the car door from the driver's seat and got out; he knew Deng Yong definitely had something to tell him.

Fang Ziye never dared to take Deng Yong's instructions lightly.

Several years ago when he went to Xia'en City, Deng Yong gave him several instructions, and those words all proved accurate one by one later.

On the way, the two didn't chat.

After entering Deng Yong's house, his wife had already gone out to exercise, just right for the two to slip into the study.

Fang Ziye began proficiently boiling water and rinsing the teapot; Deng Yong was also busy setting out the tea set.

"Master, could you elaborate a bit more on the previous topic?" Fang Ziye asked.

Deng Yong said: "I'm still thinking about how to phrase it more precisely."

"But it's about there."

"You should know a principle: 'The tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind'!"

"But actually this principle hides another principle: whether the forest this tree stands in is solid enough."

"Is the forest on a mountain peak, or in a valley!"

"If someone really wants to target you, is there enough power to protect you from being uprooted entirely."

"Wind is directionless; it won't deliberately target a single tree, but in reality it can."

"In such a situation, one can only drive roots deep, root oneself underground, and likewise must prune away some unimportant branches." Deng Yong spoke still rather obliquely, putting it in metaphorical form.

Fang Ziye understood this principle.

Every position is watched by countless people; a single Zhongnan Hospital post might have twenty or thirty doctoral applicants!

From Attending to Deputy Chief, there might be thirty or forty people fighting for it.

From Deputy Chief to Chief, the promotion difficulty is even more layered.

The source of the 'ten-thousand-year Attending' stems from teaching hospitals with severe internal competition!

In a hospital, once you've scrambled to the top position, the next position you eye isn't just your hospital's internal promotion channel anymore; what you're looking at is the distribution of 'social resources'.

The competition here cannot be called small.

Wu Xuanqi openly wanted to sever Fang Ziye's roots first — that is, if he could first find a flaw in Yuan Weihong's research project, leaving him too busy to look after himself, then Fang Ziye's support would be smaller.

Likewise, the matter on Deng Yong later couldn't completely rule out it wasn't done by an industry insider from Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

Although in Fang Ziye's vision, the manifestation was just a small-fry Attending in Spine Surgery...

"Master, these relationships are too messy, aren't they?" Fang Ziye replied a bit cautiously and fearfully.

If judging purely by specialty, Fang Ziye feared no one; he only feared others finding fault with him in the dark — faults he might not even be aware of himself.

It can be said: the higher the position, the greater the potential fall, and the more painful the crash.

"You think the relationships are messy?"

"Actually it's fine; so-called relationships, so-called favoritism, are all just human nature."

"For instance, even now, you'd rather give Li Yuanpei an extra paper, but absolutely wouldn't think of helping Song Yi with anything."

"You're willing to help Luo Tingzhu, even do a research project for her; Huang Xiruo from Anesthesiology is a beauty too, try helping her?" Deng Yong saw through this principle transparently, and he'd always operated this way.

People are all selfish.

People are the sum of social relations; everyone involuntarily has biases — one without bias is not human.

"Master, your two examples are truly classic." Fang Ziye heard this and couldn't help a bitter smile.

Song Yi was the Master's student who made Deng Yong stumble.

Huang Xiruo — back in the operating room, right in front of Luo Tingzhu, knowing she was her boyfriend, she still added him as a friend and flirted; later this Senior Sister even started suspecting life...

Luo Tingzhu's jealousy was also quite strong.

Deng Yong carried the tea set back, instructed Fang Ziye to scald it with boiling water, then said: "'Sleeping on brushwood and tasting gall' is an ancient method; in our modern times we can only draw lessons from it, similar to 'sacrificing the tail to survive'."

"If someone really wants to find a flaw in you, Fang Ziye, better to start from the people around you!"

"When you can't find anyone to help you, you can look for those who hope to kick you while you're down."

"This is also a way of 'the clear are clear by themselves'; do you understand?" Deng Yong asked.

Fang Ziye's eyelid twitched lightly; he swallowed hard several mouthfuls of saliva: "Master, don't tell me the matter between Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi and you was arranged by you yourself?"

"I can't accept this outcome."

Wang Yuanqi therefore was miserable beyond miserable; if Deng Yong really did such a thing, and did it deliberately, then his character would collapse, and Deng Yong's image in Fang Ziye's heart would thoroughly crumble.

Deng Yong shook his head: "This matter has nothing to do with me; if he hadn't suddenly come prepared, I couldn't possibly have lost so wretchedly!"

"Wang Yuanqi?"

"Master does owe him a bit, wasted a lot of his time..." Deng Yong's tone was awkward and complex.

He wanted to keep him, but not help him — Wang Yuanqi might not stay at the hospital; helped him, yet the other party found a big shot he absolutely couldn't budge a year later to personally intervene, a Mount Tai pressing down on the head!

This matter — if it weren't for someone of that level stepping in, it would never have fermented into the current situation.

Zhongnan Hospital's people wouldn't have followed along and "turned coat" either!

Deng Yong said, "Of course, this matter is also a double-edged sword. The reason you were dragged into it is, first, because you happened to graduate in the same class as Wang Yuanqi and joined the same year."

"Second, after you were dragged in, you just happen to have a team to endorse you! ~"

"What team?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Han City University! ~"

"Before, you were mostly just viewed from the perspective of Zhongnan Hospital. An Associate Professor would fundamentally not be specially valued by Han City University, because Han City University has far too many famous professors and specialty luminaries."

"Just take our Zhongnan Hospital — you compare fame again, can you compare to Academician Gui of the Infection Department?" (Please do not correspond with reality.)

"With this inspection, the main target is me. You, Fang Ziye, belong to being dragged in. Others not only discovered you had no loopholes, but instead excavated your existence from another level."

"Similarly, during this inspection, some unrelated minor discrepancies that were discovered, the school just happened to step forward to handle the conclusion."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye asked curiously, "Master, for example?"

Fang Ziye considered himself to have been cautious enough in doing things, right?

"You're still resentful?"

"For example, did you attend the theoretical courses during your PhD period?"

"Did you take the exams?"

"Do you have grade points?" Deng Yong fired off four questions in a row, his face full of disdain.

During that semester Fang Ziye was still abroad, and after returning he graduated immediately — he had a fart's worth of grade points.

"Master, I took the exams, I have grade points, you can't speak nonsense! ~" Fang Ziye said, touching his nose.

Some lies, you must take seriously yourself, otherwise others have no way to round them out for you.

Just took the exams, flew back to take the exams, so what.

The school's grade points and exam scores are far less important than a graduation certificate. Besides when you first look for a job, they'll look at your grade points and in-school positions; the second time you look for a job, they're useless.

"A promising youngster! ~" Hearing Fang Ziye's tone of affirming something fabricated out of nothing, Deng Yong not only didn't get angry, but instead felt appreciation.

No way around it. Yuan Weihong once said, beat him to death, he'd still say his first paper was published by himself.

Fang Ziye wasn't afraid of others making him retake exams either.

Because no one would do that.

Otherwise, the people demanding he retake would also be required to participate in university subject retakes, and couldn't pass either.

Retaking exams after a semester might also result in failing. If they really did that, university students nationwide would all break down……

"Master, anything else?" Fang Ziye asked again.

This time, Fang Ziye came to fill gaps and plug omissions, so he hoped to wash clean all the unclear points on him.

"Of course there is."

"You didn't handle your tax payments during your graduate period……" Deng Yong opened with another sentence.

And this sentence was quite ruthless.

Students don't participate in taxation, so there's no such thing as salary.

But Fang Ziye's bank card had fixed 'income' every month, and it wasn't low either — this was very hard to explain.

However, no one would investigate in detail. In this world, there are plenty of people who take cash wages. Fang Ziye also had some cash income……

"One more point, also the most crucial. You need to be careful! ~"

"That is regarding the new surgical technique research. In the future, you must clearly state that this research project is led by me and Liu Huanglong, and you are responsible for theoretical organization and design. You cannot righteously claim you led it yourself."

Deng Yong touched his nose embarrassedly.

No other reason.

At that time Fang Ziye was only a Resident Physician. Leading a new research project, a new surgical technique, was really too much nonsense.

Don't think about excessive rule-breaking. It sounds cool, but in reality, it hides quite a few pits!

Fang Ziye chatted with Deng Yong for a while longer. After Deng Yong pointed out a few more irrelevant minor issues,

Deng Yong then said, "This handling mode, I learned from following your Master Li Guohua."

"Your Grandmaster is good in every respect, except a bit arrogant."

Deng Yong pulled the topic to Old Professor Li Guohua. Fang Ziye then became curious again: "Master, that huge matter two years ago, was it really borne by Grandmaster alone?"

"The other old professors didn't touch a bit of meat or fishiness?"

Fang Ziye didn't dare deny it, because of the era's factors, for a period of time, doctors' performance was directly linked to the department's benefits, or linked to consumables.

But this kind of thing — whoever gets investigated falls unlucky.

After all, doctors are doctors, not pure salespeople, taking commissions and kickbacks.

In the era Fang Ziye studied, this kind of thing was no longer allowed to be done openly. Perhaps it existed, but wouldn't be so aboveboard.

Fortunately, Fang Ziye's luck was relatively good. He had too much extra income, didn't need to walk these crooked ways, and could achieve financial freedom to a certain extent.

"Your Grandmaster is old after all. No matter how much they press him, it's just those matters."

"He bore it all himself! ~"

"My Master didn't implicate anyone either. If the people currently in power still want to frame something, then those old comrades might as well all go in and play mahjong together."

"However, my teacher's connections are better than mine! ~"

Deng Yong finished and shook his head lightly: "Master's connections are truly vast. I can't compare to him."

Regarding the label of Grandmaster's vast connections, Fang Ziye had personally experienced it. One phone call, and his matter in Xia'en City directly got the green light.

And this kind of thing, the current Fang Ziye can't do either.

However, this doesn't hinder Fang Ziye from thinking about this matter: "Is it because Grandmaster is fair?"

"Similar to Hero Ke?"

In the novel, Ke Zhen'e came from the marketplace. His martial arts weren't that high either. He even had a violent temper and a venomous mouth. But his character was extremely noble. Even the Five Greats couldn't achieve his kind of righteous majesty!

The title of hero is well-deserved. After forming a specific label, the number of people willing to give him face also increased.

When Deng Yong was a child, the novel *The Legend of the Condor Heroes* was popular, and he had read it carefully too; he nodded: "More or less?!"

"There aren't many of my fellow disciples left at our Zhongnan Hospital now; you can see just how ruthless Professor Li was back then."

"Likewise, while paving the way for others, he also made sure people remembered his favors."

"Look at the other hospitals in Han City — not a single unit, not a single specialty, is this pure anymore."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye finally truly understood why, when Li Guohua wanted to remove Deng Yong from the chief position, everyone followed suit!

Not only had Li Guohua served as the administrative chief director of Orthopedics, but Professor Xiong Zhizhang, including the current Professor Du Xinzhan and others — perhaps even some hospital leaders — all submitted to him!

His own student, saying he would cut and directly twisting the knife to cut — with a person like this, how could you not submit?

Fang Ziye said again: "Master, that doesn't seem right either?"

"Going by that, Master-Uncle probably didn't take that money, right?"

"He was wronged?"

Deng Yong glanced at Fang Ziye, displeased: "You let someone else go in and try? Look at the batch that went in with Professor Li Guohua — how many came out this fast?"

Fang Ziye listened and laughed.

Fine, maybe Fang Ziye was overthinking; maybe Professor Li Guohua never went in at all, just bore the name and "confined himself" at home!

Only telling the outside world he had gone in.

Master-Uncle Li Guohua's whole life was probably quite remarkable too; it's just a great pity that Fang Ziye knew very little of his deeds.

Instead, Fang Ziye's depth of understanding of another Master-Uncle, namely Old Professor Dong Yaohui, was even deeper.

……

The next day Fang Ziye returned from Han City to Enshi; although he had to fly to Jingdu for an academic conference on Friday, he still chose to go back to Enshi.

The surgeries scheduled for this week had to be done well.

Sitting on the high-speed train, Fang Ziye recalled his conversation with Master Deng Yong and thoroughly understood a principle.

Everyone stands in a different position, so the truth they see is completely different, and their thinking modes are also extraordinarily different.

Master Yuan Weihong, Master Deng Yong, Master-Uncle Li Guohua, and Professor Li Yongjun, including Old Dean Chen Song — everyone's perspective is different, and their thoughts differ too.

These are just some familiar people around him.

As for people he fundamentally doesn't understand — what are they thinking in their hearts? What are their perspectives? Are their ways of handling things also lacking in ways he hasn't uncovered?

This is a real human world; the human world can accommodate a hundred attitudes.

Everyone's mode of conducting themselves in the world is not entirely the same.

At this point, Fang Ziye finally thoroughly understood that, actually, a key factor why Fang Ziye's departure from Zhongnan Hospital went so smoothly back then was because his Master-Uncle stepped forward.

If anyone dared to block Fang Ziye, he would be the first to refuse.

It was equivalent to internal and external coordination; Fang Ziye's departure formalities from Zhongnan Hospital were also processed relatively smoothly.

People still need people to help; only when the wall falls does everyone push.

"Ziye, when you yourself are charging forward, expanding your territory of desire, you must do your internal affairs work well."

"These tasks don't require you to do them personally, but you must have this thinking mode."

"Otherwise, you won't be able to move forward."

"This world isn't as clear as you think, nor is it absolutely filthy; if you yourself have no problems, once you have a certain foundation, others can't frame you either."

"There will be people to help you, so you yourself must absolutely grasp your own basic points, guard your fundamentals well! ~"

Master's words still lingered by his ears.

Fang Ziye knew Master Deng Yong hoped he could step into the highest hall of Eastern Han's scientific research community; this process: one requires accumulation, two requires benefactors, three requires being able to stand firm himself.

If you have a buttock full of shit, you definitely won't make it through.

Absolutely do not harbor any fluke mentality; even if you are spotless all over, wanting to reach that step is still thousands of difficulties and ten thousand hardships.

"Think as I may, being a resident physician was still happier — one meal appointment could make you happy for a long time."

"The pressure on your shoulders was just hospital retention work, not...?" Fang Ziye felt his shoulders were heavy.

Master and Master-Uncle's regard, the whole Orthopedics Department's pushing and lifting, even the hospital and school exerting effort for you — if you still can't advance, it would be somewhat letting down the green light they opened for you.

Likewise, on the side, there is also Tongji Hospital's Professor Duan Hong, all exerting effort for you.

A person cannot have only enemies, nor can they have only friends.

There are those who add flowers to brocade, and there are those who snatch charcoal in the snow!

Must face it head-on.

However, Fang Ziye actually thought that some of his teachers' ideas were rather 'funny'...

After all, the most awesome person in Zhongnan Hospital Orthopedics, at most, is only the Standing Deputy Director of the National Trauma Surgery; there isn't a big-shot level figure like an Overseas Distinguished Youth or Academician Nomination.

So, for Zhongnan Hospital's Orthopedics, producing such an awesome talent is the most important mission.

Zhongnan Hospital is also willing to see this...

But all this, in the Enshi Yangyuan, has never been the ultimate goal; the Yangyuan even advises against charging in this direction — what the Enshi Yangyuan benchmarks against is a world top teaching hospital like Mayo.

Clinical, teaching, and research fully integrated; a Yangyuan-appointment-nature comprehensive research institution.

The Yangyuan's goal is to seek treatable methods for incurable diseases, and create treatable places for unknown people!

The Chinese Academy of Medical Sciences' goal may not necessarily be this pure either; Fang Ziye felt that stepping in here, he also had a bit of a 'screwed' feeling.

Because, after reading Chen Song's resume, you would feel that many people at Zhongnan Hospital have ideas that are rather funny-funny...

Like having a hundred million in savings yet eagerly anticipating a monthly salary over ten thousand — that kind of dissonance.

Fang Ziye shook his head vigorously, muttering in a low voice: "Fang Ziye, oh Fang Ziye, you must not be led astray by the Yangyuan."

"You are a person first, then a person with some achievements; you must first become a person with desires, and only at the end can your own desires be discarded..."

……

After returning to the Yangyuan, Fang Ziye drove to Chen Song's courtyard first thing to report.

He had taken leave, so he also had to return to explain to Dean Chen Song exactly what he had been up to.

However, just as he pushed open the courtyard door, he heard Chen Guangbai's voice.

And it was Chen Guangbai begging for mercy: "Dad, I really have limited energy; my shops are spread too wide, I can't wrap things up myself anymore! ~"

"Dad, you have to help me! ~"

Chen Song scolded: "Can't wrap things up, can't wrap things up, even if you can't wrap things up, I'll still wrap you up! ~"

"Don't expand the market anymore for now; start cleaning up internal affairs!"

"You haven't even managed the people around you, so how can you expand outward? Do you want to die?"

To deal with external threats, one must first secure the interior!!!

This seemed similar to the principle Deng Yong taught Fang Ziye, but the form of expression was different.

After Fang Ziye followed Chen Song into the reception room, Fang Ziye asked: "Dean Chen, did I disturb you? If you and Boss Chen have important matters, I can come back another day to report to you."

"Tell me your situation first; what I and he need to discuss cannot be explained in just a few words." Chen Song waved his hand.

It was obvious that the things Chen Guangbai's company was involved in, both openly and secretly, might not be small.

As for these things, Fang Ziye wasn't even qualified to know about them, let alone help.

"Dean Chen, speaking of this, I still want to thank Boss Chen. This time, if it weren't for Boss Chen's help, this matter might really have burned me to a crisp." After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he felt a wave of lingering fear.

"The matter of thanks can wait; generally, when capable people want to find your loopholes or design loopholes for you, they won't inform you in advance."

"The methods are similar, but the specific forms of expression are diverse."

Chen Song continued: "Professor Fang, you just need to do your own job well. Our sanatorium doesn't have much to do with Chen Guangbai; he's just a businessman."

"The foundation of our sanatorium is not the Guangbai Group!"

"The things we want to do are not to serve the Guangbai Group. You must be clear about this point."

Chen Song spoke very rudely.

If the Guangbai Group really wanted to challenge the sanatorium, the only one crossing swords would be the Guangbai Group, no matter how arrogant he is.

As long as it's within the borders of Eastern Han, it's just a younger brother.

Once it leaves the country, it's even more of a younger brother.

Fang Ziye said upon hearing this: "Dean Chen, I will do my job well. This time, the incident happened suddenly, so I suddenly took leave and delayed this week's surgery schedule."

"However, today and tomorrow, I will strive to finish the surgeries and do them well." Fang Ziye promised.

Chen Song told him to mind his own business, so of course he wouldn't meddle.

Fang Ziye knew very well how much ability he actually had.

In this regard, his current network of connections couldn't help at all; perhaps if Chen Song stepped in, it wouldn't be particularly troublesome to resolve.

"Mm, I've also heard about some of the output from the Yangyuan Research Area recently; it's very good."

"Basically, they are all related to you to some extent."

"The standardized treatment prosthesis model for bone defects, the combined use of a microcirculation instrument and orthopedic tumors, and also the establishment of the synovial sarcoma blood vessel model."

"In these basic aspects, Fang Ziye, you can proceed with confidence. If you need extra manpower, besides those you want to name, I will try to get them for you." Chen Song said.

Although the sanatorium had wide connections, it couldn't sway the academicians Fang Ziye wanted to recruit; it simply couldn't be done.

Unless it was a particularly important and highly confidential research project, allowing them to assist and participate, signing a confidentiality agreement.

As for what Fang Ziye has produced so far, it's just routine treatment in the medical field, and it's impossible to get them to serve the sanatorium.

"Thank you, Dean Chen, for your kindness, but our team doesn't need other manpower right now! ~" Fang Ziye said.

"Alright, then you go back first. You have surgery this afternoon, so I won't keep you for a meal. I have plenty of things to do on my end too."

After Chen Song finished speaking, he added: "I saw Chen Guangbai when I went out; tell him to come over."

"Okay! ~" Fang Ziye nodded and left immediately.

Chen Song and Chen Guangbai were destined to be father and son; Chen Song couldn't possibly ignore Chen Guangbai's life or death.

No matter how much trouble he had caused.

After returning to the sanatorium, Fang Ziye immediately went to the operating room.

Moreover, it was double-room turnover for Trauma Surgery and Hand Surgery; Fang Ziye only did the key parts, then went to another operating room after finishing.

After finishing the key operation in this operating room, he left the follow-up to another group, then went to the operating room next door to handle the key parts.

He rotated like this a full four times.

In just half a day, by early morning Fang Ziye had finished the four surgeries for the week.

Only one surgery remained for Friday; after finishing it, Fang Ziye could fly to Jingdu.

When Fang Ziye returned to the villa, Luo Tingzhu hadn't slept yet; she was seriously processing data in the study upstairs.

Fang Ziye put on pajamas to invite her to go to the master bedroom together.

"Senior Brother, are you going to Jingdu again tomorrow?" Luo Tingzhu kept track of Fang Ziye's movements at all times, so she didn't ask about what he experienced in Han City.

"Yeah, do you want to come with me?"

"I've only brought Hu Qingyuan with me so far." Fang Ziye asked.

"I'm not going."

"He's a professor at the sanatorium; he went to tell Dean Chen about me, so Dean Chen wants me to go to your sanatorium's Anesthesiology Department."

"Wu Xuanqi also recommended me, saying that if I participate in anesthesia, then for functional reconstruction surgery in the future, Senior Brother you won't need to be the lead surgeon anymore." Luo Tingzhu said this way.

Fang Ziye laughed upon hearing this.

Motor-Sensory Separation Anesthesia is a divine art that complements Functional Reconstruction Surgery, and it remains a 'peak' and frontier operation of the Anesthesiology Department.

What Luo Tingzhu knows and masters is also at the forefront of the Anesthesiology Department.

The professors at the sanatorium might not even have her level of specialization.

It's just that Chen Song hadn't investigated Luo Tingzhu deeply, so he didn't react and discover her right away. After about two months of fermentation, they finally remembered.

Oh, there are experts in the laboratory too.

"That's great. What do you think yourself?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Me? I actually lean toward doing research first, but the benefits and treatment Dean Chen offered are too good," Luo Tingzhu said somewhat hesitantly.

This treatment moved her heart!

"Then you decide for yourself. We are ultimately clinical doctors first, and then research scholars."

"By the way, Tingzhu, I thought about it for a long, long time, and finally figured out the key factor in treating that malignant nonunion patient at our sanatorium before."

"It's the puncture technique! ~"

"Puncture and local anesthesia can be used for treatment—not only useful for nerve blockage, but also very useful for treating our orthopedics disease types."

"Tingzhu, you can refine yourself in this direction."

"In the future, your Anesthesiology Department might have its own exclusive ward and exclusive treated disease types, really! ~" Fang Ziye said.

This matter was figured out by Fang Ziye the day before yesterday when he was in Han City.

From when that auntie left the sanatorium until now, nearly four months, close to five months had passed, and only then did Fang Ziye figure out the key point of how her nonunion was healed by him without surgery.

It must be the puncture technique! ~

Theory is the foundation, but the precision of puncture medication administration is also a very core form of expression.

"Senior Brother, I've thought about this issue too. I'm not doing anesthesia models and standard anesthesia node analysis, am I?"

"I've considered this issue, but I haven't yet deeply thought about it in this direction."

"Alas, there isn't enough time."

"Using this bone tumor together with the microcirculation instrument is enough to keep us busy for a while." After saying this, Luo Tingzhu nestled into Fang Ziye's embrace.

The two embraced and slept, and soon both started snoring...

The next day, afternoon, two o'clock.

After finishing surgery, Fang Ziye directly brought his student Hu Qingyuan and got into a ride-hailing car to the airport.

This time, he wanted to take Hu Qingyuan to see the world.

To repel the outside, one must first secure the inside.

If he wanted to achieve results, his student must naturally pay attention. Hu Qingyuan had relatively better qualification among his three students. First attracting his interest was the key node to handle.

He didn't know whether this academic conference hosted by the academician big shot could let him find the correct direction in life...

Not just money.

On the way, Fang Ziye received a message from Wu Xuanqi. It was Wu Xuanqi consulting Fang Ziye...

"Ziye, you say, if our Trauma Surgery has you, do we others still have a way of life?" Wu Xuanqi sent a voice message, his tone desolate.

(Chapter End)