Chapter 657

"Tingzhu, are you tired?"

The sunset faded, the sea rippled, on the shore of the beach, after Fang Ziye returned all the travel photography company's clothing, he leaned back in the chair putting on his shoes while turning his head to ask.

Fang Ziye had no mind to appreciate the beautiful scenery.

Luo Tingzhu wore sandals with a short skirt, her dressing speed was very fast, she also slumped onto the recliner: "Tired, feels like my feet don't belong to me anymore."

"We walked too far today!!!"

"Taking wedding photos is too tiring, I'll never do it again in the future."

Luo Tingzhu's original plan was, if the finished photos turned out pretty good, she hoped that on their twentieth wedding anniversary or whenever, they could come for another set.

This was merely Luo Tingzhu's imagination, but at this moment, Luo Tingzhu felt this kind of destination shoot was simply spending money to suffer.

"I feel like I'm getting plantar fasciitis." When Fang Ziye put on socks, his soles curled together, feeling his palms were very numb.

"Let's go wash our feet, get a foot massage." Fang Ziye suggested.

"Okay! ~" Luo Tingzhu at this moment was slightly listless, but the corner of her mouth still curved in a smile, happily and peacefully looking at Fang Ziye with a clean face, clean eyes.

Right now her eyes held only Fang Ziye.

"Brother Fang, beautiful lady, if you're not going back with our company car, we'll leave first."

"Remember to come tomorrow afternoon to select photos! ~" The photographer right now seemed like he had nothing to do, calling out to Fang Ziye.

"Brother Zhang, Sister Xia, you guys go back first..." Fang Ziye raised his head.

The team that came to shoot for the two of them totaled four people, two photographers, one makeup artist, one assistant.

Their figures were stretched long in the evening sun, after getting in the car, they merged into the crowd.

A chance encounter, this parting likely meant never meeting again.

……

Roughly two hours later, after Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu simply ate dinner, they arrived at the hotel's fourth floor.

After being shown into the room, Fang Ziye scanned the QR code and asked:

"Tingzhu, do you want a shoulder massage?"

Luo Tingzhu shook her head: "I don't, I just want to save our feet."

"Senior Brother, you tell me, those brothers and sisters who shot for us, will they probably get osteoarthritis in the future?"

"They walk like this every day."

Fang Ziye nodded: "No need for the future, looking at that Sister Xia, she already has osteoarthritis now, she occasionally pauses when walking."

"I suspect there are loose bodies in her knee joint, occasionally causing interlocking."

"Earning money isn't easy."

"Hello bosses, do you have any familiar technicians?" Soon, the waiter walked in from outside, asking.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "No, do you have any recommendations? My wife and I both want the 238 package, just massage the legs."

Fang Ziye didn't say he was here for tourism, this way might also make the other party think he was easy to deal with.

"Okay, bosses, you rest first."

"After placing the order and paying, technicians will come over very soon."

"Are both male and female okay?" She asked one more sentence as she exited.

"Best if two females come." Fang Ziye said proficiently.

Luo Tingzhu glanced at Fang Ziye, also didn't say much...

Just then, as two technicians walked in from outside, Fang Ziye discovered, one of them was rubbing her wrist joint, rubbed for a while, then dragged a water bucket inside.

"Bosses, are you soaking mugwort leaves or?" She asked first.

"Just follow what's in the package, both are fine." Fang Ziye said.

The big sister who came was about thirty-something, appearance very ordinary, her fingers were relatively short and thick, skin also quite rough.

After hearing Fang Ziye's answer the big sister said again: "Bosses, do you mind if I have a colleague with inconvenient legs and feet come massage you?"

"Her technique is very good, just her walking posture is a bit strange."

"Of course, if you're unwilling, we can also switch you to other people."

"Okay, as long as the massage technique is good, no problem." Fang Ziye nodded.

……

Another hour and a half later, Luo Tingzhu seemed to have come back to life announcing: "Senior Brother, I'm going to buy milk tea, I also want to eat hot pot."

"At this hour probably only Haidilao, we're not familiar with the flavors here in Ya City, going to Haidilao won't hit a bad spot." Fang Ziye immediately responded.

"Okay! ~" Luo Tingzhu nodded.

After the two quickly finished ordering, Luo Tingzhu frowned slightly: "Senior Brother, you say those two big sisters who massaged us today, them not going to the hospital for treatment, is it because of family circumstances, or because it's hard to treat?"

"The big sister who massaged me, obviously has TFCC triangular fibrocartilage complex damage, this should be fixed with an arthroscopy right?"

"The big sister who massaged you, leg length discrepancy is especially obvious, this should also be treatable right?"

"I also couldn't say it at the time, afraid others would think I'm pimping." Luo Tingzhu said.

"Ah? What did you just say?" Fang Ziye stared blankly, turned his head to look at Luo Tingzhu.

Luo Tingzhu was organizing her hair, strand by strand combing down: "Drumming up business."

Fang Ziye then hurriedly explained to Luo Tingzhu in detail what pimping actually means.

After hearing it, Luo Tingzhu immediately blushed: "Lan Tianluo is getting more and more outrageous, he deceived me! ~"

Pimping isn't a particularly positive written term, people unclear on its meaning aren't few.

"I feel the first big sister isn't necessarily TFCC damage, didn't she say she went to the hospital many times? The doctors here all advised conservative treatment."

"Just applied plasters, never got better."

"As for that big sister with unilateral lower limb shortening deformity, I looked at her lower limb skeleton, the skeleton is very small, should be that when she was young, her lower limbs didn't develop."

"It's not the kind of deformity and shortening caused by an injury sustained in youth; this situation is far too complex to handle! ~"

"Intervention must happen as early as possible." Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes, pointing out the more professional issues.

"Senior Brother, with her current condition like this, can she still be treated through surgery?"

After Luo Tingzhu finished speaking, she added: "Or rather, based on her existing leg, would making an artificial prosthesis be better?"

The older sister giving Luo Tingzhu a massage, rather than calling her a cripple, it's more accurate to say she only has one leg; the length of her other leg is only forty centimeters, not even as long as an infant's arm.

So she has always only been able to work sitting down.

"If approaching from an economics perspective, I would lean more toward the second option, but if approaching from the perspective of what is optimal for the body itself, I would consider the first."

"However, her age is still too advanced." Fang Ziye shook his head lightly.

The older sister is already over forty; she has long missed the optimal surgical age.

Fang Ziye only felt a deep sense of emotion; if she could have entered a hospital for intervention and treatment early on, surgery might not even have been necessary.

She doesn't merely have unilateral lower limb dysplasia; her diagnosis would be rather special. Fang Ziye could not confirm the diagnosis even through physical observation.

"Sigh, Tingzhu, I've discovered that the two of us are increasingly suffering from occupational disease; tell me, are we here to travel, or to lament?"

"How did we suddenly start chatting about these things?"

"How about we go get seasonings first?" Fang Ziye changed the subject.

"No rush, Senior Brother; we're this tired today, let's go back later." Luo Tingzhu spoke boldly.

Meaning: don't do bad things today.

"I feel the sanatorium has caused a certain change in our thinking perspectives; at least, after Dean Chen spoke with me alone, I discovered my thinking and perspective have both become more open."

Luo Tingzhu kept counting on her fingers: "The young are nurtured, the learning are taught, the laboring are rewarded, the sick are treated!"

"The sick are treated — that is actually the most difficult one-to-one! ~"

Fang Ziye looked at Luo Tingzhu's serious expression and suddenly discovered she possessed a different kind of charm.

Luo Tingzhu perhaps differs from myself; she truly likes medicine, unlike me, who came to like medicine halfway.

The young are nurtured; everyone has parents, one-to-one.

The learning are taught; ordinary people all have teachers; even if it's one-to-many, at least you can find a teacher who can teach you.

The laboring are rewarded; this point is a distribution method.

Not necessarily more labor more reward, but as long as there is labor, there will be reward.

But sickness does not necessarily get treated.

And with the refinement of diagnostic methods, with the progress of medicine, one will increasingly discover that these four words 'the sick are treated' are practically a joke.

The phenomenon of big hospitals crowded with patients is actually the manifestation of 'sickness without treatment'.

Luo Tingzhu had taken the topic this far; Fang Ziye lowered his head slightly, chuckling quietly: "Tingzhu, hearing you put it this way, I instead feel more and more that the meaning of our current work has been concretized."

"Actually I went through a period of contradiction: we always talk about doing research, but is the meaning of research really that direct?"

"Once I took a train from Jingdu back to Enshi; I encountered a few patients; on the train I heard them say they underwent functional reconstruction surgery and stood up again; I discovered I was very happy."

"Although their surgeries weren't done by me, I was also very happy."

"Today, encountering that older sister; although I also have no way to help her recover health through surgery, if she came to my work unit, I discovered I would have a way to let her recover some function."

"If I encountered a patient younger than her, I could rescue most of her function through surgery."

"If it were still a child, one could even, without surgery, merely through manual dislocation and reduction, reconstruct the antagonistic relationship of the lower limbs, letting development reorganize their own lower limbs and bones."

"Human potential is extremely vast......"

Luo Tingzhu heard the key point, her eyes brightening: "So, Senior Brother, you just can't restore that older sister to health, rather than having no way at all."

Fang Ziye nodded.

With regret: "Only she also cannot go to where I currently work; and even if she could get in, she might not be willing to spend that money."

Being a massage technician is purely physical labor.

In other words, almost all technicians do hard labor; it's nothing but the difference between miserable and coolie.

"But this is not something I can control."

"The issue of surgical fees has only two directions to bring them down: one is domestic enterprises allowing the bottom, proactively lowering medical consumable prices."

"The other is medical insurance allowing the bottom, letting patients reimburse more money."

"And what we doctors must do is use the best surgery, using instruments, surgery, drugs, preparations and various methods to cure the patient."

"This is our different division of labor and positioning."

Fang Ziye spoke to here and suddenly interjected: "Tingzhu, when are we going to get the certificate?"

"You're carrying your household register with you, right?"

Luo Tingzhu heard this, her eyes brightened, then she nodded vigorously: "Brought it, Senior Brother."

"Whenever you say we go, we go then." Luo Tingzhu handed the initiative to Fang Ziye.

"Hehe, then I'll take it as you agreed." Fang Ziye snickered secretly, then went to the seasoning station together with Luo Tingzhu.

Dinner was very simple, so Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu both ate heartily; meat and vegetables mixed together, eaten with great relish.

After eating, Luo Tingzhu actively proposed still wanting to go stroll a bit.

"You can still afford to stroll?" Fang Ziye tilted his head, asking.

Luo Tingzhu nodded, smiling: "Senior Brother, strolling isn't tiring at all."

"We're not buying things today, just walking like this." Luo Tingzhu said.

"Good! ~" Fang Ziye just went along with Luo Tingzhu.

Only, as they walked, Fang Ziye suddenly discovered something off; because Luo Tingzhu originally didn't have a strong sense of direction, but today she was unexpectedly very clever.

Moreover, it seemed every time they reached a street corner, Luo Tingzhu would pause briefly at a stall selling characters, then quickly rummage out a branded tag with characters; she held the red string pendant, and upon seeing it, put it into her snack pack.

"Tingzhu, what are you doing?" Fang Ziye chased after her asking.

"Buying things?" Luo Tingzhu turned her side face toward Fang Ziye, her smile radiant as flowers.

"You want to buy both our names? Then you can finish buying at a single stall, right?" Fang Ziye said.

"No, I won't tell you first, just follow me..." Luo Tingzhu kept selling a mystery.

Fang Ziye's expression was slightly surprised. He murmured in a low voice: "Could it be such a coincidence..."

Fang Ziye had just finished speaking when he saw Luo Tingzhu collide with a stranger. Fang Ziye's eyes were extremely sharp; he saw that person very nimbly reach a hand into Luo Tingzhu's shoulder bag.

However, Fang Ziye did not call out, let alone shout.

Because this was originally Fang Ziye's arrangement, only now, he discovered that he and Luo Tingzhu, the two of them, had both entered each other's 'bureau'!

Another two and a half hours later, Luo Tingzhu had run a full eight streets!

After that, she suddenly turned around, gathered the name plaques she had bought together, tied them up, and gave them to Fang Ziye: "Senior Brother, this is for you! ~"

Fang Ziye counted carefully; there were eight pieces in total.

Respectively: I, Ye, you, Zi, give, marry, Fang, want.

This is an obviously arranged combination, good fellow—

Fang Ziye, I want to marry you! ~

Where did this girl learn this routine from?

Fang Ziye, hearing this, touched his nose, looking Luo Tingzhu up and down.

Luo Tingzhu at this moment had her hands behind her back, swaying her waist, tilting her head, exceptionally playful: "How about it?"

"You didn't see this on Xiaohongshu, did you?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Don't mind that, you speak quickly." Luo Tingzhu urged; she needed Fang Ziye to give her an answer right now.

Fang Ziye then scratched his head, his tone becoming slightly serious, saying: "Tingzhu, the two of us played too much, it's a bit 'chuan'."

"What?"

"You won't agree?" Luo Tingzhu's thoughts were all on waiting for Fang Ziye's answer; for a moment she did not understand Fang Ziye's meaning.

Fang Ziye then said: "Tingzhu, why don't you first feel your pocket?"

"And your bag."

"Except the snack pack."

Fang Ziye pointed in Luo Tingzhu's direction.

Today Luo Tingzhu was wearing a long skirt plus high-heeled sandals, carrying a shoulder bag, a snack pack, and also a canvas bag.

If it were someone else carrying like this, it might be quite weird, but whenever Luo Tingzhu goes out, she always carries at least two bags; the snack pack at her chest has never been taken off.

Luo Tingzhu half-believing, half-doubting opened her own bag, and indeed discovered something different.

There were snacks, there were boxes, and also two boxes similar to diamond ring boxes...

Luo Tingzhu was a bit stunned.

"Senior Brother, when did you put them in?" Luo Tingzhu asked.

"I had someone deliver them to you. Along this whole way, a total of ten people brushed past you sideways, but your attention was all on these plaques."

"I originally..."

"But it seems, we collided." Fang Ziye said.

Now, Fang Ziye couldn't even tell who was proposing to whom, so he also didn't show off in public again.

Fang Ziye also saw restraint and unease in Luo Tingzhu's eyes; the two tacitly agreed to go back first and then talk.

After Luo Tingzhu and Fang Ziye returned to the hotel, Luo Tingzhu discovered that all the snacks had two portions.

One portion was characters made out of rice cakes.

The other portion was cartoon models made to the proportions of Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu's figures, also rice cakes.

The 'ring boxes' were also two portions.

After placing them one by one on the table, Luo Tingzhu first put the characters together.

"Luo Tingzhu, marry me."

The other portion respectively depicted various cute snack specimens of scenes: Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu's first meeting, doing experiments together, squatting eating boxed meals, airport farewell, Luo Tingzhu running away, staying up late chatting, abroad, returning to the country, etc.

These definitely aren't for eating.

Luo Tingzhu then pointed at the boxes: "Are there rings inside these?"

Fang Ziye touched his own nose, then covered his eyes: "Tingzhu, you look for yourself."

Luo Tingzhu immediately opened them.

They were rings, but they didn't seem to be made of gold, nor silver, not even made of metal.

They were white green jade rings, but the rings were carved as cabbage. The accents on top were grape-colored, grape-shaped jade...

The other portion was a red hot pot ring, with accents resembling miniature beef tallow.

Okay, a whole bag of stuff, all of it was food; besides food, there was nothing else.

After Luo Tingzhu finished looking, she bit her lip, not knowing if it was embarrassment, or shyness, or anger.

Fang Ziye then said: "Tingzhu, I also bought a large-size set at home, absolutely original reproduction, one-to-one ratio..."

Luo Tingzhu's eyes flashed, and then she directly ran away, directly jumped onto the bed, face buried in the blanket, both hands clutching the blanket, unable to get up.

"Ah! ~~~~~" She felt her foodie attribute had been "profaned"; her hands and feet were all stiffly twitching...

Fang Ziye also lay down following her.

The next day, in the hotel.

Luo Tingzhu and Fang Ziye sat leaning against each other, staring out the window in a daze.

Fang Ziye looked at Luo Tingzhu; Luo Tingzhu looked at those snack formations and the 'vegetable fruit', 'hot pot' rings.

"The two of us seem to both not know how to fall in love, and don't quite understand surprises either." Luo Tingzhu summarized.

"No, I feel Tingzhu you are much stronger than me."

Fang Ziye immediately stood at attention: "Tingzhu, how about, we eat them all up, and just treat it as if none of this ever happened?"

A comparatively simple and unadorned kind of romance, Fang Ziye actually could do that too.

"No! ~" Luo Tingzhu shook her head like a rattle.

"I want to keep them all."

August 17th, another Tuesday.

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu the two of them finally landed at Zheng City Airport in Henan Province.

Just as they came out of the airport, Fang Ziye ran into a "pretty boy" head-on, precisely Lan Tianluo who had taken leave and returned home.

"Senior Brother, Senior Sister, you've finally arrived, I've been waiting for you at the airport for an hour. The car is parked in the parking lot." Lan Tianluo said with a smile.

Lan Tianluo's family had his official car.

Lan Tianluo's family didn't lack this money.

"Is it just you alone?" Luo Tingzhu asked.

"Dad he suddenly received an emergency mission the day before yesterday, and went out! ~" Lan Tianluo pursed his lips and said.

Hearing Lan Tianluo's words, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu the two of them changed expression instantly.

Luo Tingzhu's tone became urgent: "Could the reason he made you study mathematics be?"

Luo Tingzhu's father Luo Pan is a professor, suddenly receiving some emergency mission and going out, it could only be a very covert mission.

Lan Tianluo poked his lips, signaling Luo Tingzhu not to say any more.

Soon, the three people got in the car.

Luo Tingzhu asked: "Lan Tianluo, what exactly is going on?"

Lan Tianluo turned his head to look at Luo Tingzhu: "Senior Sister, you've come to Henan Province many times before, but you should also have discovered, sometimes you can't see him."

Lan Tianluo's voice was desolate: "Because my mom and I also often can't see him."

"What you see, is merely what you see."

"It's because I cherish every family member, that I would specially, specially come find you without shame."

"And there's another reason, I don't hope my mother, in the end, can't even see me, so I can't continue to lean toward the deep direction."

"For her, that would be too unfair."

"Alright!" Finished speaking, as if he had packed away all emotions in an instant, he smiled and suggested:

"What shall we go eat? Hot pot or spicy hot pot? Or spicy hot pot?"

"My mom has a unit gathering today, she said to let us eat on our own."

Fang Ziye didn't reply, he turned his head to glance at Luo Tingzhu, discovering Luo Tingzhu right now suddenly turned her head away.

She leaned against the car door, hair covering half her face, hair strands messy, she fundamentally didn't have time to organize anything.

"Go take us to eat what you consider the most authentic Henan cuisine..." Fang Ziye lowered his voice.

Fang Ziye understood Luo Tingzhu's current mood.

She had always thought that Lan Tianluo occupied all of her paternal love, so she hated Lan Tianluo very much.

But today, Luo Tingzhu suddenly discovered, Lan Tianluo and her were the same kind, yet she had blamed him for so many years, Luo Tingzhu's psychology very likely couldn't accept it, even to the point of collapse...

If one were to say Sister is also a profession, then the current Luo Tingzhu has contracted an occupational disease that even doctors can't cure.

(Chapter End)