Chapter 619

Hu Qingyuan also heard the sound and glanced toward Fang Ziye, scanning him up and down.

He did not know who had sent Fang Ziye the message, but from the tone and content, Hu Qingyuan could guess his Master's "dimensionality reduction strike" in this field!

Hu Qingyuan was merely an undergraduate, more precisely a prospective graduate student about to graduate, who had simply come to Fang Ziye's research group early.

He did not understand the series of supporting levels of trauma surgery.

"Master, after this month ends, I still have to return to school once to take the undergraduate completion exam and receive my graduation certificate and degree certificate," Hu Qingyuan said softly again.

Hu Qingyuan currently had very few topics he could discuss with Fang Ziye; he had not produced much research output during his undergraduate years, nor had he applied himself to professional operational techniques.

So the only thing they could really talk about was his graduation.

The five-year clinical medicine program does not require an undergraduate thesis; the undergraduate completion exam replaces the graduation thesis in "effect," and as long as one passes the completion exam, one can apply for graduation.

"Graduation is a major matter; you must be careful. Whether it is the theoretical exam or the operational exam, you absolutely cannot mess up."

"Generally speaking, as long as you haven't failed any courses, the teachers will let you pass."

"When you go back this time, if you have luggage with nowhere to put it, I can give you an address, and you can leave your luggage at my home first."

"You are staying at this school for graduate studies..."

Hu Qingyuan softly interjected: "Master, I have a house..."

Fang Ziye's typing hand trembled.

Being an internet celebrity really makes money.

He did not know how long Hu Qingyuan had been livestreaming, but he should know Hu Qingyuan had already earned quite a bit of money; with so many online viewers, the monthly traffic money was not small.

To ordinary people this would seem incredibly unbelievable, but there were many people at Han City University who succeeded in starting businesses even as undergraduates.

The most representative figure was Lei Big Shot, but Lei Big Shot was only one of them.

Hu Qingyuan, having hung around with Li Yuanpei and others, understood some human relations, and immediately said: "However, the house I bought is quite far from the hospital; previously I hadn't decided whether to stay at the hospital, so..."

"I'll still have to trouble you, Master."

This student's emotional intelligence and IQ were both in place, and the emotional value he provided to Fang Ziye was also sufficient.

"I'm sending you to my house to get some books, and also some notebooks I've used."

"If you're interested, you can flip through them." Fang Ziye said and continued typing.

Notebooks are very personal things; they recorded Fang Ziye's research plans, research ideas, research difficulties, methods for solving difficult problems, inspiration, and so on.

These things should have been secrets not passed down, but Hu Qingyuan was his student and also had talent; if he didn't give them to Hu Qingyuan, who else could he give them to?

"Thank you, Master." Hu Qingyuan was somewhat tempted.

Currently, Hu Qingyuan's understanding of Fang Ziye was limited to hearsay, and he had not truly appreciated the extent of Fang Ziye's achievements or his status in the jianghu.

And this time, Fang Ziye actively took him out on a trip to let him experience these things.

This was a strange world, and also a brand-new vision; this kind of vision could not be realized by being an internet celebrity or a livestreamer...

Not long after, Wu Xuanqi sent another message.

It was text: "Ziye, although that's what is said, sometimes I still feel that your appearance is like the destroyer of this industry."

"Since Zhou Yu was born, why was Zhuge Liang born?"

Fang Ziye replied: "Brother Qi, I am not Liang, nor can I be as wise and martial as Senior Kongming; I believe Brother Qi will not become Yu either."

"After all, medicine is a rather special industry; even if we haven't achieved much in research, we have served our patients with our hands to the best of our ability, and that is enough to be worthy of this profession."

"In this world, only a very small number of medical personnel will make breakthroughs in research."

"But only a very small number of people do things unworthy of the white coat on their bodies."

"Also, Brother Qi, I just received some remarks from Professor Li that I think are quite reasonable."

"Whether it is vascular surgery or orthopedics, every specialty has its own characteristics, and there is no distinction of high or low, noble or base."

"Sub-specialties also have sub-specialty characteristics; this is our absolute profession and what we are best at. What we need to do is apply this expertise, not discard what we have learned..."

"Research is actually the same; the ultimate purpose of research is actually to serve patients, to solidly solve some clinical problems."

"These words just resolved some of my current doubts; I hope they can be of use to you, Brother Qi."

"One Fang Ziye cannot subvert anything at all; he is merely the most insignificant wave."

When Fang Ziye put down his phone, he found Hu Qingyuan seriously looking down at the phone screen.

He had closed it himself, but Hu Qingyuan hadn't finished reading yet, and looked at Fang Ziye with some expectation.

"Qingyuan, actually these words are not suitable for you to see now; you just need to know that even though we have great predecessors like Old Yuan in hybrid rice and agriculture, and great heroes like Old Qian in our national defense and aerospace, we still must walk forward."

"And, many years later, whether in agriculture or the aerospace industry, there are still too many great things worth creating."

"If I describe it in a way you might not understand, do you know Academician Chen Zhongwei of hand surgery? The father of limb replantation, the founder of hand surgery."

"But he could not have known that the time for our current limb replantation can be extended from five hours to two hundred hours."

"If in his environment, you told him that finger replantation could still be completed after two hundred hours, he might even scold you."

"Perhaps, many, many years later, limbs can even regenerate! ~"

"We might now find it incredible, but in the future this incredibility will become reality."

"This is getting a bit mysterious; the Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao! ~" Fang Ziye had been influenced by Professor Li Yongjun, so his speech also became a bit affected.

Or rather, Fang Ziye would involuntarily think in this direction.

Five hundred years ago, if you told a candidate hurrying to the imperial exam that it takes only two hours from Han City to Jingdu instead of several months, he would think you were crazy.

Or rather, for a major exam like the college entrance exam, if it didn't have to be held in Jingdu and could be arranged nationwide, he would also think you were crazy and find it incredible.

Hu Qingyuan said upon hearing this: "Master, every sentence in the Tao Te Ching is understood in a thousand strange ways; everyone can have their own insights."

Hu Qingyuan had once cultivated in a Taoist temple and had studied some Taoist classics, so he felt Fang Ziye's understanding was somewhat shallow.

"Mysterious and again mysterious, the gateway to myriad wonders, right?" Fang Ziye asked back.

Hu Qingyuan slowly nodded: "More or less that meaning; xuan is the unknown, and again xuan is the unknown of the unknown, layer upon layer of negation."

"Ignorance is the norm; knowledge is relative; even a fool is merely relative."

"Actually, I think myself, neighboring states in sight of each other, the sounds of chickens and dogs heard from one another, yet the people grow old and die without ever coming and going. That sentence is the essence of the Tao Te Ching."

"All living beings have a hundred aspects, each with their own joys; we can never enter another person's world, whether father and son, husband and wife, lovers, children, or so-called bosom friends, we can never enter."

Fang Ziye heard this and was amazed: "Qingyuan, you're still so young, and you already understand so many principles—won't you feel especially bored?"

"Look at you, you can even earn money, your talent is decent; in your life, don't you have any goals at all, as if you were a walking corpse?"

"The happiness we understand—doesn't it seem very vulgar in your eyes?"

Fang Ziye felt that he and Hu Qingyuan were not in the same state of life; otherwise Hu Qingyuan wouldn't have gone to a Taoist temple to play at "cultivation" during his undergraduate years.

"No, Master, happiness has no vulgar or refined distinction."

"To be honest, those little movies with color, or things like this, are they really vulgar?"

"I don't think so either."

"Human nature—some love it, some don't."

"And some love it at this time, but don't love it at that time."

"Sometimes after thinking a lot, we then wonder, what exactly will make us truly happy."

"But people don't know when they might feel that the past was the happiest," Hu Qingyuan replied.

Fang Ziye had seen a video online; in the video, that person denied their current state of life and envied others, then envied dogs, then envied their own wife and children, but in the end still wanted to be themselves.

Fang Ziye could only give Hu Qingyuan a thumbs up.

Life is hard to discuss, so Fang Ziye decided to first be friends with Hu Qingyuan: "Master, his realm is limited, at least the realm you understand is limited, so from now on he can only teach you some professional knowledge and research knowledge."

"In terms of principles and life, Master dare not spout grand words in front of you anymore."

"I almost feel like you're going to become a monk."

Hu Qingyuan shook his head: "Master, it's not that bad; I'm just thinking wildly, where is there any experience to speak of?"

"Some unhappiness I feel now hasn't even been experienced, so it can't be defined as unhappiness!"

"So I still feel some envy and reverence for you, Master, that you can develop so well in your professional field."

Hu Qingyuan was somewhat transparent, but transparent to the point of not understanding.

Fang Ziye was a bit confused about what Hu Qingyuan actually wanted to express.

This topic was too broad, so Fang Ziye didn't continue to struggle over it.

After the two arrived in the waiting room, Wu Xuanqi then spoke of the real business for finding him this time, which was equivalent to Nie Mingxian.

Fang Ziye had previously had several experiences with large academic reports, and he, Wu Xuanqi, also wanted to hold an academic conference within his specialty under his teacher's guidance, as a speaker, hoping Fang Ziye could remotely "control" and help out a bit.

The content Wu Xuanqi wanted to present for his academic report was still quite a lot: one was about individualized prosthesis design for bone defects, and the other was about intelligent prostheses; he had made six PPTs, hoping Fang Ziye could select the best two and then correct them.

Fang Ziye just sent these PPTs to Hu Qingyuan, saying: "You take a look at these six PPTs; pick out the two you find most reasonable for me."

"This was sent by an Associate Professor from Tongji Hospital for me to review his topic! ~"

Fang Ziye just said one simple sentence and completely baffled Hu Qingyuan.

Although he said he didn't care, in reality, his experience was very limited and his understanding was narrow; he only knew principles but had no experience at all.

Heaven, how pitiful—he was just an undergraduate about to graduate, and then go review topics for an Associate Professor?

Undergraduate, Master's Student, PhD Student, Lecturer, Associate Professor.

Between them were fully three levels; equivalent to someone four levels higher than him, giving him several plans and asking him, an undergraduate, to make a selection!

Right?

Following a good teacher, can the experience be this rich?

"Master? I..."

"I'm afraid I can't do it well; after all, this is an Associate Professor's plan." Hu Qingyuan started scratching his head.

As soon as he came in, Fang Ziye had thrown him a research project good enough for the Outstanding Youth Fund or even the Distinguished Youth; the project's high-end level approached reality's top-tier.

Even if he spent six years as a Master's and PhD student, just understanding this project clearly would benefit him endlessly.

Now, Fang Ziye had thrown him another extremely high-end task.

"If you can't handle it, isn't there still Master me?"

"What's there to fear? Pick it up and look, finish reading and evaluate; whether based on preference or half-understood professional knowledge, giving your own evaluation is also a kind of experience."

"An Associate Professor is also human; you just lack the opportunity to communicate with him on equal terms, there's a gap in knowledge reserves—it's not that he's really much more noble than you."

"Go do it boldly and with confidence! ~" Fang Ziye replied with a smile.

Hu Qingyuan then lowered his head and started opening the PPT to look at it...

Upon looking, he was in a state of half-understanding.

Although Hu Qingyuan had already remembered Campbell's Operative Orthopaedics that Fang Ziye recommended for him, the several plans Wu Xuanqi sent were not recorded in any existing textbooks or literature.

They had no reference value; he could only rely on his own knowledge foundation to force it through!

Whether the logic was reasonable only needed to be "reasonable" in his view.

Thus, Hu Qingyuan became busy.

Although the internet couldn't be used on the plane, the PPT could be downloaded for offline viewing.

Hu Qingyuan just carefully finished reading one, and was directly defeated; and two hours passed just like that.

After getting off the plane, Hu Qingyuan directly surrendered: "Master, I can't understand it."

If he could understand it, that would be strange; not understanding is the norm!

Fang Ziye said: "If you can't understand, read slowly; if you really can't understand, you can also not read it; the only thing to remember is not to pass these PPTs on."

"Let's exit the station first; someone will come to pick us up at the station exit."

Hu Qingyuan was still somewhat vague and confused.

But soon Hu Qingyuan understood what the so-called "pickup" was.

"Dr. Zhou, hello! ~" Fang Ziye saw Zhou Yuanqi, who was Professor Zhang Limin's PhD Student.

Zhou Yuanqi heard the sound and hurriedly jogged over: "Good afternoon, Professor Fang, sorry about that, I thought you'd come out from the adjacent exit, so I kept watching that direction."

"It's fine."

"I originally told Professor Zhang there was no need to come pick you up. Didn't expect Professor Zhang still had you come." Fang Ziye waved his hand casually.

Zhou Yuanqi said busily: "Professor Fang, you are a professor my teacher specifically named, to be received with the highest protocol, I wouldn't dare be negligent."

"Professor Fang, the car I reserved is already waiting in the terminal's parking lot, might have to trouble you to walk a bit further."

"Parking is restricted here, and it's also hard to hail a taxi."

Seeing that Fang Ziye and Hu Qingyuan had no luggage, Zhou Yuanqi no longer enthusiastically offered to help carry things.

"Thanks for your trouble, Dr. Zhou." Although Fang Ziye felt Zhou Yuanqi's coming was unnecessary, now that she had come, it still gave Fang Ziye a feeling of 'vanity' being satisfied.

After Zhou Yuanqi got Fang Ziye into a car and the driver slowly started off, Zhou Yuanqi then asked: "Professor Fang, are you going straight to the hotel or eating first?"

"The hotel has a buffet available, but if you professors want to dine out, I can recommend a few good Ezhou cuisine restaurants or local specialty restaurants."

Zhou Yuanqi was very familiar with and meticulous about this professor reception work.

If it were an ordinary associate professor, they'd just go to the hotel for the conference themselves, no one would pick them up; only the absolute top professors, those valued by Professor Zhang Limin, would have a dedicated escort arranged.

From airport pickup to hotel, prepare several plans — for instance the other party's hometown, current working city, likely preferred flavors — and make corresponding arrangements.

"Let's not go to an Ezhou restaurant; we're all the way in Jingdu and still eating Ezhou cuisine, I'm afraid of hitting a dud. You just take us to a few random places, we'll make do with a few bites." Fang Ziye didn't want to eat at a buffet either.

"Driver, then go to the third place I told you about, I'm taking Professor Fang and them to eat Peking duck." Zhou Yuanqi feared the driver wouldn't understand what the third place was, so she proactively stated the destination.

Immediately she began her 'reception task': "Professor Fang, did you bring a computer and adapter this time? What brand is your computer? So I can have our team prepare the adapter interface."

All this must be clarified; otherwise when Professor Fang gives his academic presentation, if the PPT can't open, that would be too impolite.

"It's an Apple."

"Should be standard preparation." Fang Ziye had done academic reception work before, so he knew Zhou Yuanqi's purpose.

"Mm-hmm, okay."

"Our senior sister and senior brother have already tested multiple Apple computer models on-site, there shouldn't be any mishap." Zhou Yuanqi knew even better that a scholar like Fang Ziye wouldn't easily use a USB drive to copy his PPT onto someone else's computer.

Wouldn't even plug in a USB drive, afraid the other computer has scanning or file-copying plugins.

All bring their own computers, connect directly to the adapter.

"Professor Fang, tomorrow's academic conference, your presentation slot is the fourth session of the first morning block."

"The few speakers before you are all..." Zhou Yuanqi wanted to explain in more detail.

Fang Ziye said: "Dr. Zhou, you needn't be so restrained; even if I'm scheduled last it's fine, the old seniors in front will definitely speak first."

The speaking order is generally arranged by jianghu status; Fang Ziye being placed fourth proves his standing in Professor Zhang Limin's mind is not low.

……

After Zhou Yuanqi took Fang Ziye to eat and then brought the two into the room, she said: "Professor Fang, tomorrow's academic conference starts promptly at 8:30 AM, roughly what time will you go for breakfast?"

"I'll take you there together."

"The hotel has delivery service for snacks, food, and mineral water." Zhou Yuanqi asked somewhat restrainedly at the guest room doorway.

"Tomorrow I'll be up at 7-something, Dr. Zhou you go handle your own business or rest, you'll definitely still have tasks on-site tomorrow." Fang Ziye said.

Zhou Yuanqi said busily: "No problem, Professor Fang, my main task this time is to be responsible for your pickup and drop-off schedule; on-site tasks are only done after arriving on-site."

"If there's any other need, Professor Fang you can call me anytime." After Zhou Yuanqi said this, she tiptoed away to say goodbye.

After closing the room door, Zhou Yuanqi patted her own chest.

Zhou Yuanqi felt receiving Fang Ziye was many times harder than receiving an old professor.

Mainly because Fang Ziye's age was similar to hers, and his fame was even higher; she sometimes couldn't help generating some crooked thoughts.

Jealousy, or restlessness, or doubting the authenticity of Fang Ziye's ability — in short, she just couldn't steady her mindset.

If it were an old professor, Zhou Yuanqi would instead not have this kind of psychology.

"Master? You? This counts as the highest-level reception, right?" Hu Qingyuan looked somewhat dumbfounded.

This is Jingdu; this academic conference is hosted by Kyoto University; top professors and practitioners from how many universities nationwide are coming to attend.

Even though Professor Zhang Limin is an academician, he couldn't possibly be this meticulous in receiving every single professor.

"That's definitely not the highest protocol?!" Fang Ziye shook his head.

"You staying here with me a while, or going straight back to your room to rest?" It was still early, so Fang Ziye asked directly.

Hu Qingyuan said: "Master, can I continue disturbing you for a while longer, definitely won't delay you and Master's Wife's video chat; mainly I have some ideas I want to tell you, Master."

"Mm, okay, go ahead! ~" Fang Ziye nodded, simultaneously putting down his phone.

He had just received greetings from Professor Zhang Limin, Professor Tan Mengran, and Associate Professor Hu Qizhong in succession, asking if Fang Ziye had checked in smoothly; they were very sorry they couldn't come personally to welcome him.

Fang Ziye of course replied to each message, expressing gratitude.

At a large occasion like this, the other party remembering you is already extraordinary.

The conference guests this time, Fang Ziye had searched some; they're all top experts and professors, not less than Professor Duan Hong of Trauma Surgery in nationwide influence.

And such people all come and go on their own...

"Master, have you ever thought about a question?"

"That is, if osteosarcoma has an exclusive miRNA, and this miRNA doesn't exist in other tumors, then does giant cell tumor of bone also have such a miRNA?"

"Or say, osteosarcoma also has a chemical substance, similar to HK2, a parallel substance in lactate metabolism, that could also serve as osteosarcoma's unique substance?"

"It's just that such a substance, we haven't discovered it yet! ~"

"I'm certain it exists."

"Osteosarcoma and giant cell tumor of bone have different pathological morphology, so there must be different tissue secretions; otherwise distinguishing between osteosarcoma and giant cell tumor of bone would have no medical meaning at all."

"It's just that I don't know what this direct chemical substance is!" Hu Qingyuan spoke with resounding conviction.

Fang Ziye was stunned upon hearing this.

Eyebrows raised: "Continue! ~"

What's going on with Hu Qingyuan? How can this kind of thinking even be conceived?

Hu Qingyuan continued: "Master, this is what I think... The human body, as currently proven, has exocrine organs — that is, most organs except the four limbs."

"These organs each have different functions."

"For example, the thyroid, mammary glands..."

"Do the four limbs really never secrete any substances at all?"

"The current understanding of the human body's four limbs is merely support, motor function, and sweat secretion function."

"But I personally still feel that, besides support and motor function, they might have some other functions."

"This might require us to conduct a comprehensive analysis of the endocrine status of amputees and non-amputees before any discovery is possible."

"I don't know if anyone has done these things..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's brows furrowed completely.

"Hu Qingyuan, you mean our four limbs also have functions related to exocrine and endocrine?"

"It's just that, in our medicine, we currently don't know what useful things they secrete for the human body?"

This research direction is a bit too big.

Redefining the secretions of limb organs and cells — this would rebuild an entire discipline!!!

Rebuild an entire discipline!

"Master, I was just thinking randomly! ~"

"Because our Orthopedics Department also has myeloid leukemia, and multiple myeloma."

"Multiple myeloma can be diagnosed by puncture biopsy finding large amounts of abnormal plasma cells, commonly occurring in bones with hematopoietic bone marrow, such as the spine, pelvis, ribs, and skull."

"Plasma cells secrete immunoglobulins outward in different ways."

"This tumor is common in males over 40 years old..."

"It has multiple overlapping forms with blood diseases, so I feel that our limb bones can actually also secrete some hormones or other substances, we just haven't discovered them."

"After all, the current definition of the essence of tumor occurrence is abnormal proliferation! ~"

Fang Ziye watched Hu Qingyuan leave the room, his brows still tightly furrowed, eyelids drooping.

This student Hu Qingyuan's thinking logic capability is much more normal than Jie Han's vague and uncertain thinking structure.

Well-founded, he only came to explain the situation to Fang Ziye after thorough consideration.

However, the problem he raised is even harder to solve than Jie Han's.

Discovering a new type of substance in the human body, and this substance might be secreted by limb bones — the difficulty is too great.

This would truly require starting from a physiological angle, re-understanding the various behaviors of normal orthopedic tissue cells — even the structure of cells, the secretion of organelles within cells...

If discovering a new miRNA could let Fang Ziye reach the summit in basic research circles, if Fang Ziye could really discover an entirely new secretion substance and redefine the organ functions of orthopedics.

The Nobel Prize might be unavoidable! ~

"No no no! ~"

"This framework is too big, it's not something I can touch right now, even if Hu Qingyuan found the corresponding secretion substance."

"Wanting to test its structure, define and qualify its functions, would also need more than ten years." Fang Ziye shook his head, no longer thinking deeply about this problem.

Next came the relatively happy video chat session.

Luo Tingzhu was still in the laboratory, busy like a little hamster hoarding food.

Fang Ziye watched Luo Tingzhu busy, while he once again reviewed and revised his PPT for tomorrow's sharing, striving not to embarrass himself, not to let others listen in a vague and confused fog.

Eleven thirty.

Luo Tingzhu only picked up her phone then: "Senior Brother, you still haven't slept? Didn't I tell you to sleep early?"

"Where can I sleep?" Fang Ziye propped his elbow on the table.

"Tomorrow's academic report is very important, this is an academic discussion hosted by Academician Zhang Limin, I estimate it might change my understanding of gene sequencing and phenotype detection."

"After all, I'm not from this professional field, it's also possible I'll just make a fool of myself directly." Fang Ziye shook his head.

Wanting to report cross-major, the difficulty is extremely high, even though his academic accumulation is already not low, he's still afraid he won't speak well.

But this step he must cross! ~

No matter how hard, he must attempt to walk out the first step...

"It's fine Senior Brother, even if you speak badly, others won't target you too much, after all Senior Brother you're not from within this specialty." Luo Tingzhu said.

She had long prepared a retreat route for Fang Ziye.

"That won't do, if this time is a loss, wanting to get Professor Zhang's recognition next time would be almost impossible." Fang Ziye shook his head.

He needed Professor Zhang Limin to back him, so he must hit the mark in one shot, treating every interaction as the most critical task.

Rather than with the mindset of, if done badly then done badly.

If you do badly, then just don't do it, okay?

Professor Zhang Limin's research projects can't be finished at all, he has fame, funding, accumulation, social resources, has already reached the summit in the domestic academic circle, does he lack your Fang Ziye's cooperation?

Requesting help is inherently hard!

"Senior Brother, then you should rest early anyway."

"I'm going back now, after I wash up, we'll chat for twenty more minutes, then we both sleep." Luo Tingzhu set a time limit for Fang Ziye.

"Okay! ~" Fang Ziye nodded.

A night without words.

Early the next morning, Fang Ziye discovered that although Professor Zhang Limin and Professor Tan Mengran didn't personally receive him yesterday, this morning they had Doctor Zhou Yuanqi convey a message, hoping to invite Fang Ziye to go eat breakfast together.

After Fang Ziye opened the door, Zhou Yuanqi said nervously: "Professor Fang, this is my teacher asking me to invite you, he said if it's inconvenient for you, you can also not go! ~"

Hu Qingyuan hadn't slept well next door either; this moment he checked for the fifth time whether Fang Ziye's door had opened, and seeing Doctor Zhou Yuanqi standing at the doorway, he hurriedly took his room card and walked out of the room.

Simultaneously, after hearing clearly Zhou Yuanqi's meaning, his respect for Fang Ziye deepened even further.

Academician Zhang Limin wants to invite his own teacher to go eat breakfast together!

Such specifications and treatment are already at a very high-end level domestically.

"Thank you for Professor Zhang's invitation, I'll wash up a bit, and come down right away." Fang Ziye hurriedly replied.

He glanced at Hu Qingyuan again, seeing he was already up, then went directly to the wash-up area without ceremony.

"Professor Fang, then I'll wait for you to go together." Zhou Yuanqi stood with hands behind his back at the room doorway, then gazed at Hu Qingyuan.

After sizing him up, he spoke softly in an offhand manner: "Junior Brother, your luck is really good, to actually be able to follow Professor Fang."

(Chapter End)