Chapter 664

Fang Ziye returned to Hou Luo; Luo Tingzhu had already gone to sleep, and Fang Ziye also climbed into bed — a silent night passed.

The next morning, August 27th, Wednesday.

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu rose together; Luo Tingzhu had already finished washing up and packed the three bags for the experimental area, while Fang Ziye was still fixing his hair, blow-drying it with a hair dryer.

"Senior Brother, you go hand over your duties properly, don't linger too long."

"Your hand still needs to recover slowly; don't exert too much force recently, to avoid leaving sequelae." Luo Tingzhu instructed.

After a hand injury, exercise is needed but nurturing is even more essential; as an orthopedic doctor, Fang Ziye understood this better than anyone — he would not overdraft his own function in exchange for being lead surgeon on a few surgeries.

"Tingzhu, I won't be back too early either; after all, explaining everything clearly on all fronts isn't something that can be done in a moment."

"After you go to the laboratory, carefully inquire about Nie Mingxian and Liao Jia's recent situation; you've been guarding the doorway, so they haven't dared come looking for me." Fang Ziye said.

"We'll eat together in the evening, Senior Brother." Luo Tingzhu said.

"In the evening we're eating with Li Yuanpei and them; Nie Mingxian Big Brother and Liao Jia Big Brother won't be coming." Fang Ziye put down the hair dryer; his hair was very short and dried quickly.

"Senior Brother, last night?" Luo Tingzhu was a bit curious.

Fang Ziye tilted his head slightly: "Tingzhu, you must know, the level Dean Chen Song has reached is something we can never imagine; people at their level, even when exercising divine abilities, would not be frivolous or joking, nor would they implicate the innocent."

"Otherwise the whole framework would fall into chaos..."

"Not to mention the teachers we interact with, even the president of Han City University and current provincial leaders would probably have to behave honestly in front of them."

"We cannot reach them."

Fang Ziye had a very clear positioning of himself — he was just a doctor, a small in-post doctor, without power or influence, merely having a more stable job and income than ordinary people.

Not a shred of authority to speak of.

Actually Chen Song didn't have directly relevant authority either, but their influence was enormous.

As one of the still-living 'launch players', others might quarrel with Chen Song but wouldn't harm lives or the like.

Such people, unmanifest in the world — even people within the system, few dare speak of them.

This is the true clash of immortals, without any smoke of gunpowder.

"Senior Brother, I'm going to the laboratory." Luo Tingzhu finished speaking and walked out.

Fang Ziye also followed out the door; after eating breakfast in the canteen, he arrived at the surgical work area.

"Professor Fang..."

"Group Leader Fang." Seeing Fang Ziye arrive, quite a few people greeted him.

It was very obvious that in this smokeless battlefield, the people who could truly be affected were not many — for instance, Miao Haoyu of Trauma Surgery and the rest were all sitting steadily on the fishing terrace.

Qu Shuyuan had already left the sanatorium in July; he was only an associate chief physician, had no special contribution, and didn't have Gu Yi's kind of opportunity to be mentored by Fang Ziye, so he had to leave.

Nothing had any direct connection to them; small fry like them weren't worth targeting.

Currently, Trauma Surgery was headed by Fang Zhikuan, alongside Wu Xuanqi as "lead surgeons"; Wu Xuanqi had good aptitude, learned fast, and progressed most rapidly.

"Professor Fang... recently no difficult patients in the group, right?" Fang Ziye looked at Professor Fang Zhikuan and greeted him.

"No, last month we took in a few severe osteomyelitis infections, but all were treated and discharged with the help of Director Nie of Vascular Surgery using the microcirculation instrument."

"Additionally, our group's treatment of bone defects has already become routine."

"Group Leader Fang, I've kept recorded data on this side; would you like to take a look?" Fang Zhikuan reported very politely.

Although he talked more now, not as silent as before, every sentence was still key — a small stature packed entirely with essence.

Professor Fang Zhikuan came from 301; his unit could not possibly have any issues requiring Fang Zhikuan to return and wrap up.

"Professor Yan, he still decided to leave in September?" Fang Ziye changed the subject and asked.

Yan Huanan's personal strength was average compared to people in the group, but in reality he was also a very strong figure, slightly superior to Professor Han Yuanxiao of his own department, only his level wasn't as seasoned and mature as Fang Zhikuan's.

Fang Zhikuan said: "Professor Yan has been here over a year. Professor Yan himself also wants to go back."

By fate's coincidence, where there is meeting there must be parting.

Yan Huanan came only for a promotion title.

Speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao arrives; Yan Huanan stretched his long neck and circled Fang Ziye twice: "Yo, Group Leader Fang, this is our Yucheng's young lady letting you out?"

Yan Huanan was slick and very skilled with words. He also knew Luo Tingzhu was from Yucheng.

When Fang Ziye first returned, Yan Huanan originally wanted to pay a visit, but was politely declined by Luo Tingzhu.

"Group Leader Fang, good morning." Professor Du Donglin of Hand Surgery also followed in.

"Professor Yan good morning, Professor Du good morning..." Fang Ziye smiled at the two.

Hand Surgery was still headed by Professor Du Donglin and Professor Ye Fusheng; Professor Yao Zhanzhong from Han City Liyuan Hospital had already returned to his hospital in early August — the two of them also arrived late...

After roughly seeing a circle of people, Senior Brother Gu Yi walked up beside Fang Ziye and whispered: "Ziye, after you took leave last month, Professor Guan Liangfeng of Spine Surgery has already gone back; there's a rumor that Professor Qiao Yongjian will also be recalled soon."

"Professor Lin Qiaoshan of Hepatobiliary Surgery is already confirmed to leave next month. Professor Su Haijian will also go back."

"Isn't Professor Su full-time at the sanatorium? Where's he going back to?" Fang Ziye interjected.

Su Haijian of Hepatobiliary Surgery was one of the few signed full-time by Dean Chen Song for the surgical group, a reserve surgical pillar.

"Going overseas. To Aozhou, annual salary fifty-five million USD after tax!" Gu Yi said.

Mm, even the sanatorium couldn't offer that much money.

Everyone has their own aspirations.

The sanatorium will also face being dismantled in various ways, and part of it is the sanatorium's internal self-dissolution — for instance, Professor Tang Henian of Neurosurgery, due to insufficient contribution within the sanatorium, also has to return to his original unit.

This way, the surgical group's stall seems to have scattered nearly half; besides the newly formed Vascular Surgery, every other sub-group's surgical professors have people leaving.

"Mm, understood, comings and goings have their karmic ties." Fang Ziye replied.

The sanatorium doesn't keep idle people, but capable people also get transferred away; today's impact reinforcing the existing system was bound to form the current situation — as long as the big framework hasn't fallen apart, it's fine.

Just as Fang Ziye was thinking, Wu Xuanqi walked in from outside, and even glanced hurriedly at the time, then quickly stepped up to Professor Fang Zhikuan to check his watch: "Professor Fang, just 8:59, not late."

Fang Zhikuan smiled: "Even if Professor Wu you were late, I wouldn't dare criticize you."

Everyone burst into laughter.

When work time arrived, the idle chat ended, and Professor Du Donglin and Professor Fang Zhikuan took turns briefly briefing Fang Ziye on the current disease types of the group's patients.

Trauma Surgery had three patients: one with severe osteomyelitis, two with bone defects, all postoperative, all well in hand; Fang Ziye had also participated in the preoperative discussions online.

Hand Surgery had only two patients: one a moderate diabetic foot limb-salvage surgery, one a functional reconstruction surgery, both preoperative, both within Professor Du Donglin's capability range.

After the briefing, those who should go on rounds still led the team on rounds; even Professor Yan Huanan, who was about to leave, did not disappear as usual.

However, Fang Ziye did not join the rounds, but stayed in the outpatient area to continue reviewing the patients' various data records.

After rounds, when Fang Zhikuan and Yan Huanan returned to the work area, they said: "Professor Fang, Professor Yan and I have a matter to attend to, so we'll head off first."

"The patients are all postoperative; one will be discharged today, and the prospective admissions we've already discussed beforehand."

"Wait a moment, Professor Fang, it's like this: starting next month, I still need to continue taking leave..." Fang Ziye hurriedly stood up, blocking Fang Zhikuan.

Fang Zhikuan and Yan Huanan both froze at the words, turning their heads to look; Fang Zhikuan anxiously said: "Group Leader Fang, you want to take leave? Why?"

Having said that, Fang Zhikuan looked at Yan Huanan: "Professor Yan, I'm not free today; let's make an appointment for next time."

Obviously, compared to the matter he was going to do with Yan Huanan, what Fang Ziye told him was more important.

"I have to make a trip back to Zhongnan Hospital and stay for a while." Fang Ziye explained.

Upon hearing this, Yan Huanan's gaze flashed lightly, he cupped his fists and slipped out the doorway.

He was leaving anyway; the sanatorium's many affairs no longer had much to do with him, and moreover, he could guess that Fang Ziye's return was probably much the same.

It's just that the sanatorium's feelings for Fang Ziye ran deeper, and they would continue to try hard to keep him.

The treatment was completely different.

It was also because the gap in ability between the two was too large; he was also afraid that if he stayed and listened to the end, jealousy would arise, so better to be crisp about it...

After stating his reason for returning, Fang Ziye then said: "Professor Fang, for the next period of time, you and Professor Wu will probably have to work hard together to handle the clinical work well."

"You are also our group's well-deserved Group Leader; I will continue full detachment."

Fang Zhikuan's expression was difficult: "This?"

"At this current juncture, Group Leader Fang taking full-detachment leave is not a good omen; if things go wrong, our Trauma Group might face dissolution."

"Originally the sanatorium had exactly that intention."

"It shouldn't happen, Professor Fang." Fang Ziye replied.

Wu Xuanqi didn't interject the whole time; Miao Haoyu and Gu Yi simply acted as tool people writing medical records and issuing orders, turning a deaf ear, merely pricking up their ears to listen to gossip.

"Sigh, don't know what's been going on lately; those who leave leave, yet hardly anyone comes..." Fang Zhikuan remarked with feeling.

Very obviously, Chen Song and the others had not told Fang Zhikuan about what happened at the sanatorium, at least not in depth and detail.

Fang Zhikuan had been here a long time; he was used to people coming and going, but not used to only going out and no one coming in.

"Maybe things all concentrated together..."

"Professor Fang, the surgeries we did in July, the postoperative prognoses are all okay, right? I didn't see follow-up data in the group chat." Fang Ziye pressed.

July was when Fang Ziye was on duty as lead surgeon; not getting the one-month postoperative follow-up data made Fang Ziye a bit uneasy.

"Ziye, I've already organized it, just haven't had time to publish it; I'll send it after I go back tonight."

"No problem." Gu Yi immediately chimed in.

"Mm, good." Fang Ziye trusted Gu Yi.

Fang Ziye then handed over a bit more to Professor Fang Zhikuan, and Fang Zhikuan could only accept the fact that Fang Ziye would be leaving briefly—

"Group Leader Fang, then I'll go back and study the case library properly; your sudden departure makes me feel even more uncertain." Fang Zhikuan hurried off.

Although he excelled technically, back when Professor Gong Jiahe was here he was also "co-Group Leader," but he had never truly served as sole Group Leader; later he also followed Fang Ziye in doing things.

Obviously he also felt the pressure of leading the group alone at the sanatorium was very great, and he needed to prepare early.

Fang Ziye's matter broke suddenly; it only appeared last night; Fang Ziye couldn't have predicted it in advance either.

Of course, Professor Fang Zhikuan demanded Fang Ziye's "promise" to come for consultation and surgery anytime!

After this, Fang Ziye chatted a while longer with Hand Surgery's Du Donglin and Ye Fusheng...

After chatting, Wu Xuanqi, arms crossed, suggested: "Ziye, Old Master Zhang is now in the sanatorium's Traditional Chinese Medicine Group; shall we go visit together?"

"Sure! ~"

"Brother Qi, that system is confirmed improved, right? The current prosthesis system should be much smarter and safer than before, right?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Rest assured, after we self-checked and found the problem, we improved it in May; just this time, to be on the safe side, we found some people to trial for two months before daring to use it on Old Master Zhang."

"The feedback from our first batch of clinical trial volunteers was very good; we collected detailed data, and their functional improvement is very significant."

"Old Master Zhang originally planned to leave once he got the prosthesis; after all, he was used to the prosthesis's assistance, and suddenly taking it away for several months made him feel extremely unaccustomed, but we forcibly required him to stay a few more days for continued observation." Wu Xuanqi's tone was earnest.

The two walked out of the outpatient area; passing through the office area and the corridors of the various courtyards, Fang Ziye then asked: "Brother Qi, that matter of yours, how do you plan to handle it?"

"Not bad, scared the shit out of me."

"The case was solved that very night; that person came out drunk as a mud, drove himself off the elevated road, no hit-and-run record whatsoever."

"What's that got to do with me."

"That person's temperament is originally rather impulsive..."

Speaking here, Wu Xuanqi gritted his teeth: "Standing from my angle, he and I are not a doctor-patient relationship, but an enemy relationship; him ending up like this, I feel exceptionally relieved."

Wu Xuanqi probably also thought of his own ordeal after losing his memory; he truly hated him to the point of grinding his teeth.

"Brother Qi, what exactly did that person go to the department for originally? Do you still remember? Or did Teacher Duan and them investigate in detail?" Fang Ziye continued pressing.

Fang Ziye naturally remembered what Chen Song said last night.

"He was originally Professor Xue Yuhui's patient, a lower limb deformity; after surgery the bilateral lower limbs were already basically equal in length, only still a slight limp; he himself was unsatisfied, felt the surgery wasn't done well."

"Don't know where he heard that suing Professor Xue could get compensation, so he sued; but Ziye you also know, for this kind of patient with obvious lower limb deformity, reconstruction surgery can restore lower limb length."

"That's already our Trauma Surgery's especially badass technique; looking across the world's professional committees, they wouldn't dare say Professor Xue's surgery wasn't good enough? It long ago surpassed the general average level."

"He lost the suit, and even had to pay out a sum of money himself litigating; he thought it was Professor Xue pulling strings, so he came to the hospital; that day Professor Xue happened to be absent, I was on duty..."

"These are all other people's memories; I myself don't remember any of it."

"Those who think they can make money off this kind of thing aren't anything good either." Wu Xuanqi said hatefully at the end.

"Oh, so that's how it is." Fang Ziye nodded.

In his heart he thought secretly: if that's what was said, then this matter has nothing to do with my teachers at all? Why did Chen Song want me to bring this sentence to my teachers?

Could it be that Deng Yong has such great ability to incite patients to fight and file complaints?

If Deng Yong really had contact with patients, it would have been investigated and discovered long ago.

Things that can't be figured out shouldn't be obsessed over.

Fang Ziye and Wu Xuanqi soon arrived at Old Master Zhang's courtyard.

However, just as the two entered, they saw a good-sized group of people gathered inside, old and young, dressed in various ways.

But their only similarity was missing legs.

Some had knee disarticulation amputations missing half the knee joint, some had transfemoral amputations missing most of the thigh, and some had transtibial mid-segment amputations missing a small section of the lower leg.

And besides Old Master Zhang, most of the others were relatively young, mostly in their thirties and forties, with an occasional fifty-year-old.

They gathered together, talking and laughing, and several people were queuing up walking normally, with no abnormal gait visible, while those beside them watched and cheered, smiles blooming.

Wu Xuanqi said: "This time we not only brought Old Zhang's prosthesis, Dean Chen Song also specially customized a batch for trial use; these people are the second batch of clinical trial volunteers."

"The current effects seem pretty good..."

Wu Xuanqi's voice mixed with the clamor from the distance.

"So effortless, not tiring at all, like I'm not dragging this thing at all, much better than other prostheses, my whole person feels light and carefree."

"Old Zhang, you walk a few steps too. You'll definitely walk even more powerfully." Someone suggested.

Fang Ziye and Wu Xuanqi watched from afar for a while first, and only stepped forward happily after seeing that Old Master Zhang's affected limb looked even more agile and lighter than his healthy side.

"Old Zhang, you walk very well." Both Wu Xuanqi and Fang Ziye hadn't taken off their white coats, merely cupping their hands slightly as they approached and said.

A group of people turned toward them at the words: "Professor Wu... Professor Wu..."

Most people only recognized Wu Xuanqi, because recently it had always been Wu Xuanqi interacting with them; only Old Master Zhang recognized Fang Ziye.

After they finished greeting Wu Xuanqi, they enthusiastically said: "Doctor Fang, look at me, look at how well I walk?"

He walked steadily toward Fang Ziye, waist straight but slightly stooped; although lacking a young man's heroic spirit, he still seemed very hale and hearty.

"Very good, you walk extremely well. Old Zhang, your physique looks even better than mine?" Fang Ziye deliberately said something hypocritical.

"Heh."

"How could I compare to a young lad like you, Doctor Fang?"

"Just lay in bed for over ten years, now I can stand freely and walk without effort, my mood is extremely good."

"Doctor Fang, all this is thanks to you and Professor Wu..." Old Zhang gripped Fang Ziye's right hand tightly with both hands, expression sincere.

He was the person involved; this AI prosthesis was the first one "developed" for him, and during his hospitalization, Fang Ziye would visit him alone every day after rounds, collecting the first batch of original data.

Every move of his, he naturally remembered.

Fang Ziye knew Old Zhang was someone who easily remembered others' kindness but felt his own deeds were not worth mentioning.

"It's what I should do, as long as you find it easy to use, Old Zhang."

"And you various big brothers and uncles, do you find it okay to use?" Fang Ziye turned his head and asked.

"Easy to use. If this thing had come out earlier, my kid would be walking by now." A man in his thirties said with a laugh.

He thought he was joking, but no one laughed along; instead they looked at him.

The volunteers who came here weren't acquainted from the start.

He hurriedly explained: "Back then she was just my girlfriend, not my wife."

Everyone's mood relaxed.

Mm, free love, not married, so it doesn't count as disdain or being seduced.

People easily empathize in the grand direction, but when it comes to themselves specifically, reality has many people.

Fang Ziye then said: "Big Brother, you're this handsome, you'll definitely find a good sister-in-law."

Fang Ziye didn't say "better"; since the previous one didn't walk the path with him, she wasn't worthy of those three words "not good enough".

"Haha, finding a wife, isn't it just that, two legs two eyes..."

"Then when finding a wife, still don't find one too good-looking, otherwise you can't hold onto her." Someone advised from their own experience.

No ill intent.

Most people who come here are from former "various armies" or "special missions", so there's no mockery.

And compared to ordinary same-kind patient friends, there's an extra very special sentiment and sense of identification.

"Old Zhang, I heard you laughing from next door, and laughing so loudly." A very sweet voice came from the courtyard doorway, followed by a tall girl walking in.

Her facial features were exquisite, neck slender, face beautiful, especially her eyes very large, extremely agile.

Her jeans were slim-fit, making even Fang Ziye slightly amazed.

An older person said: "Little Song, you dressed up more beautiful than many beauties."

"Maybe a Lin Daiyu falling from the sky would look just like you..."

"This Professor Fang, this is Doctor Wu, the AI prostheses we're using now were developed by the two of them, who knows how many times better than previous prostheses." Another person said.

"Oh, Professor Wu is here too." The girl heard this and looked at Wu Xuanqi first, then incidentally saw Fang Ziye, her pupils suddenly flashing, face turning somewhat rosy.

"Professor Fang." She was somewhat nervous but pretending to be poised and generous as she approached to greet.

A fair lady, a gentleman's good match.

A graceful gentleman, a lady thinks of him.

Men and women are the same.

This person called Little Song had a masculine beauty, her whole temperament very extroverted; before long she was getting along famously with Fang Ziye and the others.

Fang Ziye pricked up his ears, listening to their conversation and jokes, quietly watching everyone lightly cast aside all past sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and bland into the light breeze...

Someone was still joking.

"Professor Wu is married, Professor Fang, do you have a girlfriend? I think Little Song and you are quite a match! ~" someone started to boo.

Song Ning, hearing this, was slightly shy, but quickly suppressed it, explaining: "Brother Qiu, don't joke, Professor Fang is a big expert, has read many books, my little bit of culture, can't match up to him."

Fang Ziye, however, said tactfully: "Brother Qiu, unfortunately I already have a girlfriend, and my girlfriend is also from Yucheng."

When Fang Ziye spoke, Song Ning's expression appeared slightly disappointed, but soon relaxed.

Someone as handsome as Fang Ziye, with such a successful career, it would be strange if he didn't have a girlfriend.

Good men are very sought after.

"Oh, Sichuan-Chongqing produces henpecked husbands." Immediately someone picked up the thread.

"Among us brothers, is there a sister-in-law or wife/partner who is also from Sichuan-Chongqing?" someone asked again.

Two people silently raised their hands.

After a bout of horseplay, Fang Ziye and Wu Xuanqi both could confirm that the artificial prosthesis's current safety was very good, and its practicality very strong, then prepared to stand up and take their leave.

When Fang Ziye stood up, the man called Brother Qiu said: "Professor Fang, are you free today? Let's go out for a drink together?"

"I, I'll treat."

"Just a token of gratitude."

"Treat my ass, are we going together or not? Let's get together." The person next to Brother Qiu hurriedly said.

"Right, Professor Fang, Professor Wu, you two don't have time today either?"

Wu Xuanqi refused proficiently: "Tomorrow is a workday, we don't drink in the evening, drinking delays business! ~"

"We surgeons have to do surgery tomorrow, can't do it."

"Then the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow is Friday, the weekend can always drink, right?" Brother Qiu continued to propose.

"Brother Qiu, my work at the sanatorium has ended recently, next month I have to return to my original unit, so, thank you for your kindness."

"Actually, being able to see you all so happy, so satisfied with this prosthesis, and willing to take the risk to try it first, it should be me and Professor Wu thanking you! ~" Fang Ziye said sincerely.

"This cultured person is just different."

"Hearing Professor Fang say it like this, I feel like it's you who owes me five hundred yuan."

Brother Qiu immediately waved his hand: "But Professor Fang, we are all rough people, we only recognize the most shallow reasoning."

"This thing, easy to use, easier to use than anything else, doesn't exist in the whole world, only here."

"Must be you died not knowing how many brain cells to create it!"

"You, this share's." Brother Qiu raised his left thumb.

"I can represent all people similar to me to say thank you to you, not excessive." Brother Qiu finished, both hands raised thumbs.

Others also followed raising thumbs.

The artificial intelligence prosthesis's help to the disabled, they truly and genuinely experienced it, very good.

"Elder Zhang, all Big Brothers, Little Song, goodbye."

"We still have other matters." Fang Ziye, exiting the courtyard, waved to everyone.

Song Ning's age was even younger than Fang Ziye, this year only twenty-five, even younger than Luo Tingzhu, but she lost her own right leg in the process of executing a task.

Tragedy does not choose beauty, does not choose age.

"Professor Fang, really hope to see you again, treat you to a meal." Brother Qiu shouted.

Fang Ziye and Wu Xuanqi the two completely withdrew.

Walked a while, Wu Xuanqi said: "Ziye, did you also think at the beginning that we developed this artificial intelligence prosthesis just to let Elder Zhang's remaining years live a little better?"

Fang Ziye nodded, his initial thinking, at least this project's initial intention, was just that narrow.

Wu Xuanqi continued: "I also thought this way at the beginning, I admired Elder Zhang very much, just wanted to give him the best."

"But the result is, regardless of our initial intentions, the product we made can change many people, change many who need it, including their travel, clothing, confidence, life."

"The start of research needs an initial intention, but its result often has no direct relevance to your initial intention."

"Whether intentional or unintentional, we have done it."

"These are just the rushed first-generation products, incomplete products, the complete product, there are still second generation, third generation..."

"I feel we still did something quite meaningful, what do you think?" Wu Xuanqi asked back.

Fang Ziye also nodded heavily.

"Ziye, don't give up the sanatorium."

"After you go out, you may encounter wider vision, more alluring scenery, and various interest temptations, but I hope you, don't give up the sanatorium." Wu Xuanqi suddenly said this.

Fang Ziye hearing this, brows slightly furrowed.

He looked at Wu Xuanqi, scanned up and down, then suddenly said: "Brother Qi, I discovered you, understand some routines I don't know?"

"Can you give me an example?"

Wu Xuanqi really gave one: "Ziye, this time you return to Zhongnan Hospital, there's a not small probability you'll directly lead a group, after leading a group, you'll directly grasp the group's medication, instrument brand selection, clinical project cooperation and other aspects' autonomous choice rights."

"If at this time, someone tells you, if you choose this company, a living breathing beautiful woman, as beautiful as your wife, lets you sleep one night, do you choose or not?"

Fang Ziye hearing this, brow withered.

"Then those two?"

"Twins?"

Fang Ziye directly walked forward briskly for a while, he somewhat regretted asking this extra sentence.

But Wu Xuanqi's words, indeed planted a shadow in Fang Ziye's heart, must pay attention to these points.

Fang Ziye faintly could still hear Elder Zhang's courtyard's laughter, they laughed as if bathed in spring breeze.

However, waiting until Fang Ziye came out of the clinical area, returned to the villa area, saw quite a few people hurrying about, Fang Ziye couldn't help but think again of the jianghu's succession and vicissitudes.

The so-called worldly experience, is nothing more than a corner of the world one sees oneself, where is there true worldly experience?

Prosperity is merely one face of the entire world.

At the same moment, the happy are truly happy, the vexed are truly vexed, the regretful are truly regretful, and those in suffering — such as some patients inside the Clinical Area — are truly suffering.

Fang Ziye, this struggling person, still needs to continue struggling.

After Fang Ziye entered the Villa Area, his Mobile Phone rang with a ding-dong — a Text Message alert tone he hadn't heard in a long time.

From Song Ning, who had just been made to give up her Phone Number: "Professor Fang, Hello, I'm Song Ning."

Fang Ziye Read Film the message, and felt some Admire for this girl — knowing he already had a girlfriend, she still took the initiative to message him, but it was limited to Admire.

"Hello, I'm Fang Ziye." After sending the message, Fang Ziye began packing his Luggage, Preparation for the Evening Banquet.

(Chapter End)