Chapter 681: Spring Wind at One's Back! ~ (Seeking Subscriptions)

"If it were a few years ago, we might still have met at the conference venue; this time, I can only wish Professor Fang a bountiful harvest in advance." Professor Zhang Limin changed the subject again.

In the past, the National Science and Technology Conference, the National Science and Technology Award Conference, and the Two Academies' Academician Conference were held together, but this year's agenda is slightly different. (Note: This story takes place in a parallel world with extensive modifications; any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental.)

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said: "Thank you for your encouragement, Professor Zhang; I will continue to strive harder."

Hearing this, Professor Zhang Limin was stunned for a moment, then paused a good while before saying: "Professor Fang, your tone is quite bold."

Professor Zhang Limin himself did not mean that Fang Ziye's level was insufficient, so Fang Ziye cannot attend the Two Academies Conference that he himself can attend.

But Fang Ziye's understanding is not wrong either; after all, he himself did not explain clearly.

Facing Professor Zhang Limin, Fang Ziye had nothing to hide: "Teacher Zhang, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier; a researcher who doesn't want to be an academician is not a good researcher."

"Things depend on human effort."

"Anyway, I'm still young, so my personality hasn't been completely ground down yet."

Fang Ziye had once remotely "sniped" to lure Professor Zhang Limin; having done such a bold thing, telling Professor Zhang Limin now that he wants to run for academician is perfectly fine.

Because even academicians dare not say they would "snipe" other "fellow daoists" to make them work for themselves.

What Fang Ziye did is, from a traditional perspective, extremely overstepping!

"Right, things depend on human effort."

"Fame and titles are empty honors; this thing depends not only on personal ability, but also on opportunity!" Professor Zhang Limin replied.

Currently, the addition of academicians adopts an additional election system. Although it is not a very strict quota system, it is basically neither reduced nor increased.

That is to say, if no academician has retired within the division, the quota for being evaluated as a Senior Academician is extremely few.

Furthermore, due to the special nature of academicians, academician is the highest academic title in engineering science and technology established by the state, a lifelong honor.

To prevent unhealthy trends in the academician ranks, relevant state departments have struck hard in recent years, with effects showing.

According to incomplete statistics, as of 2024, 6 academicians have had their academician titles revoked.

During the 2023 academician additional election process, the qualifications of 5 candidates with violations were cancelled during the public announcement stage, and during the academician conference, sudden major whistleblowing leads involving 22 valid candidates were handled...

While Professor Zhang Limin spoke, he used tea water to write the two characters "tail" on the table.

After seeing these two characters, Fang Ziye hurriedly nodded and said: "Teacher Zhang, the two senior teachers from our Orthopedics Department already gave me a reminder about this matter!"

Fang Ziye did not say it in great detail, merely expressing that he is aware of this kind of thing.

An academician does not necessarily have to be a moral saint, but the premise is that you cannot have obvious "stains" on you — for example, corruption in clinical practice, or embezzlement of research funds, and having been found out.

Then things would get interesting!

Furthermore, this kind of thing — before you have made a name for yourself, you don't even have the qualification for others to "investigate" you.

If you are just a small figure, others can't be bothered to target you.

But when you truly want to enter a certain circle's level, any small thing you did before might be dug up by someone.

Like Fang Ziye's team before — funds misappropriated at will, like a small workshop, keeping research fund accounts in a complete mess — then Fang Ziye's name might not appear on the candidate list, but among the numbers of those disqualified as candidates.

This is reality.

Maintaining upright conduct and being relatively spotless may not bring you great benefits, and may even make people feel you are arrogant, but when you truly want to reach the summit, this is the most basic requirement.

As long as you still have a dream, no matter how hard or agonizing it was before, you have to endure it.

"Professor Fang, upright conduct and sufficient personal cultivation are very important!" Professor Zhang Limin emphasized.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye asked softly: "Teacher Zhang, then writing a bit of ment and letter — that shouldn't count as bad conduct, right?"

"Why wouldn't it count?" Professor Zhang Limin retorted with resonant force.

"Ah?" Fang Ziye raised his head slightly, seeing Professor Zhang Limin grinning wickedly opposite him.

Professor Zhang Limin straightened up and said: "Professor Fang, let me tell you the truth; although I have the heart to support you, I may not be able to propel you to that position, but if I set my mind to bring you down, I am confident you will never enter the candidate circle!"

"This is the back road."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye blinked, then smiled and said: "Teacher Zhang, this actually isn't much; if I set my mind not to go for that position, whoever messes with me, I can mess with them too."

"When I get them down to my level, I can still step on them."

The wine hadn't arrived yet, but Fang Ziye and Professor Zhang Limin were both talking a bit excitedly.

Of course, Fang Ziye knew clearly that their current excitement was actually a kind of game, each revealing their own capabilities.

This will determine who occupies the more proactive side when they cooperate in the future.

At least the more open side in the dark.

Professor Zhang Limin fell silent upon hearing this.

If someone else said this kind of thing, he would disdain it, and Professor Zhang Limin would even disdain to show off in front of that person.

But Fang Ziye is different; this little guy is too bizarre, bizarre like he's using cheats.

He has read Fang Ziye's resume; every step was taken very solidly, every project had a preoperative foundation, as if a complete closed-loop chain.

From basic research to clinical research, from clinical research back to clinical research, then back to basic research — every link interlocks perfectly.

Even the initial mangled extremity limb salvage surgery was developed on the basis of predecessors' work, and the later microcirculation instrument never departed from the orthopedics level.

All of Fang Ziye's achievements advanced step by step from orthopedics, and specifically from trauma surgery and hand surgery.

People inside orthopedics cannot find any flaws, including but not limited to logical and technical flaws.

Of course, Fang Ziye's basic research field has actually never been neglected either.

The successful construction of the hk2 knockout animal trial model alone is enough to make Fang Ziye stand firm in the basic research circle; no one dares doubt his basic research strength.

This project may not bring Fang Ziye honors as strong as the mangled extremity limb salvage surgery, but it is the foundation of all his research achievements.

Fang Ziye's research project during his Master's Student period was osteosarcoma — the project direction that all orthopedics Master's Students and Doctors do; since everyone does it, Fang Ziye choosing this direction has no suspicious points.

The difference is merely that others only did the surface, while Fang Ziye did it to the outermost edge of the entire circle level, and even broke through outward.

Later, in the basic research field, Fang Ziye could set his own rules — this is even more of a bug...

But everything was unexpected yet reasonable.

So now Fang Ziye says, if he doesn't want to run for academician anymore, he'll just take down an academician — as long as it's an academician in the medical or biological field, none dare guarantee they won't be toppled by Fang Ziye!

Once the Academician title is lost, they are on the same level as professors; when the two engage in academic exchange again, there will be no halo to back them.

"Professor Fang, are you always this stubborn?" Zhang Limin, finding he could not win against Fang Ziye in argument, began to approach from other angles.

Fang Ziye bared his teeth: "Teacher Zhang, actually I am a very easygoing person."

"I am extremely respectful to teachers."

"If I believed your nonsense, would I lose badly?" Zhang Limin cut off Fang Ziye's words.

Fang Ziye, an easygoing person?

Zhang Limin would not believe it even if beaten to death; Zhang Limin did not believe Fang Ziye had not inquired about Xie Shulan's identity before acting on her paper.

But Fang Ziye still did it.

【67】 This is what the fuck you call easygoing?

This is what you call "easygoing"?

"Teacher Zhang, I adapt to each move as it comes — isn't that just going with the flow? How is that not easygoing?" Fang Ziye laughed.

Today's talk with Professor Zhang Limin gave Fang Ziye much to gain.

Of course, at this moment, Fang Ziye's heart also became more cautious: not to use modern medicine to violently deconstruct traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions and classic formulas; therefore his future research must be even more meticulous and cautious.

Otherwise, if something goes wrong, he might ruin the good things our ancestors left for us.

But if there truly are some misconceptions, then Fang Ziye should find ways to resolve these loopholes, rather than violently blocking them at the door.

……

After parting with Professor Zhang Limin, Professor Zhang Limin drove back himself, while Fang Ziye chose to take the subway.

Evening traffic was too heavy; Zhang Limin could not drive Fang Ziye either; public transport became the best choice instead.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Fang Ziye received his Conference Certificate, packed in a very formal bag, inside which was also a Conference Handbook, detailing his Seating Chart and Conference Pass…

All of this was very formal; Fang Ziye examined it carefully for a long time, but still restrained the impulse to photograph it and send it to Luo Tingzhu to share.

Back at the hotel, Fang Ziye chatted with Luo Tingzhu for a while, then brewed himself a pot of tea.

Fang Ziye was only responsible for chatting; he thought of nothing.

This kind of empty state is still excellent — facing the window tasting tea, extremely relaxed…

There is absolutely nothing to worry about; tomorrow he can go receive the award, and such an award has extremely high gold content, able to bring Fang Ziye enormous glory.

After returning from receiving the award, in Hubei Province and even the entire medical circle, Fang Ziye will have the greatest confidence and foundation; he will no longer be that wild/unofficial Fang Ziye from before.

Fang Ziye's own achievements and results are enough to back him up, letting him walk nationwide unimpeded…

The next day.

10:00 AM.

The five hundred and twenty gilded lamps embedded in the Ten Thousand People Grand Hall dome were all lit; six hundred crystal pendants refracted cold silver light in the star river of the dome. The backdrop of the Chairman's platform used a nano holographic projection screen; a dark gold national emblem floated in a gradient blue stream of technological particles, each photon embedded with the name initials of past laureates.

Twelve bronze columns stood on both sides of the red carpet; their surfaces etched with evolutionary patterns from the oracle bone script character "Science" to quantum computer symbols. Atop each column floated a holographic award identifier — the DNA double helix of the Natural Science Award, the gear set of the Technical Invention Award, the Earth latitude and longitude network of the International Science and Technology Cooperation Award — slowly rotating in the laser beams.

Fang Ziye blended into the crowd, utterly inconspicuous; at Fang Ziye's side, Liu Huanglong was also mixed in the crowd, sitting upright with eyes fixed forward, not daring any small movement; everyone else was the same.

At most, someone would occasionally use the corner of their eye to glance at the two young anomalies, Fang Ziye and Liu Huanglong.

The conference formally began. The Military Band played the March of the Volunteers; the whole audience stood and sang the national anthem…

Formal reading of the "Decision on National Science and Technology Awards".

"Comrades in scientific research, friends:"

"This conference is a grand gathering of science and technology convened at a key period when Eastern Han-style modernization comprehensively advances the great cause of building a strong country and national rejuvenation. First, warm congratulations to the collectives and individuals who won the 2023 National Science and Technology Awards! Sincere greetings to the Academicians of the Two Academies and the vast number of science and technology workers! Warm welcome to the Foreign Academicians and friends from the international scientific community present!"

"When science thrives the nation thrives; when science is strong the country is strong…"

Fang Ziye went on stage with the flow, shook hands, carried the Award Certificate across the stage like a listed little chick; after finishing he returned to his seat, then listened to other bigwigs speak as award representatives…

Although his sense of participation and presence were extremely low, Fang Ziye still shook hands with some big leaders; while shaking hands, the other party was surprised by Fang Ziye's age and asked in a low voice: "Professor, what is your name?"

Fang Ziye replied in a low voice, then continued with the procedure.

All agenda items were prepared in advance, including but not limited to speeches.

……

4:00 PM.

After Fang Ziye and Liu Huanglong organized their luggage, Liu Huanglong laughed: "Little Fang, you and your wife are really inseparable; the holiday just started here and you're going to Enshi to meet up with her?"

"Aren't you also almost at New Year's Eve?"

Liu Huanglong sized up Fang Ziye with ill intent, full of teasing.

At thirty, one is truly middle-aged.

The sorrow of middle-aged men — Liu Huanglong didn't believe Fang Ziye couldn't feel it.

Fang Ziye looked Liu Huanglong up and down seriously, narrowed his eyes: "Teacher Liu, things like Viagra should be used less, or you'll overdraft yourself."

"Scram—!" Liu Huanglong waved and feinted a hit at Fang Ziye.

"You go to your airport, I'll go to my high-speed rail station."

"Whenever you return to Han City, you must notify me; I'll treat you to a meal again." Liu Huanglong finished, then patted his own suitcase.

"Even just for this, I have to treat you to a few more meals."

The frivolous Liu Huanglong threw away a whole set of his clothes, specially to hold medals and certificates.

Fang Ziye could only say city people really know how to play; every one of Liu Huanglong's suits cost four digits or more, even approaching or exceeding five digits, yet he could just discard them.

"Teacher Liu, then see you in Han City; wish you a pleasant holiday." Fang Ziye said with a smile.

Once late September arrives, National Day arrives.

The October Golden Week holiday; Fang Ziye had long planned to return to Enshi to pick up Luo Tingzhu, then the two would choose to go out and "play a round".

Conveniently, also go see in person the sanatorium that has been separated for a month — what it has become now.

"Professor Fang, Professor Liu." While Fang Ziye and Liu Huanglong spoke at the doorway, someone passed by and greeted the two.

"In a hurry to go back? If not in a hurry, go out for a drink together?"

"Thank you, Professor Song, we've already bought our tickets, there's a lot going on at home." Liu Huanglong quickly recognized the person — a local from Jingdu, Professor Song from the Third Hospital. Although he wasn't an orthopedics professor, at the award ceremony several of them had sat very close.

In the award-receiving group, both Fang Ziye and Liu Huanglong were young to a somewhat scary degree, so they had no small number of peers and laypeople alike who knew them!

"And Professor Fang?" Professor Song politely asked about Fang Ziye as well.

"Hello, Professor Song. I have to go back too — I'm still managed by the elders at home. If there's a chance next time, I'll come seek Professor Song's guidance again." Fang Ziye also hurriedly replied politely.

This Professor Song's resume was even more deep-rooted than Liu Huanglong's — a titan-level figure in another specialty.

The orthopedics quota in this year's National Awards was already small; Fang Ziye and Liu Huanglong's sudden appearance squeezed out quite a few people.

"Since both professors are busy, let's get together next time then."

"If there's a chance to come to Jingdu for a meeting next time, definitely send a message or give a call!" Professor Song didn't press, politely shook hands with the two, and left.

Fang Ziye, spring-breeze-proud, turned around with a face full of radiance and got into a taxi; inside the taxi, Fang Ziye's expression was slightly hesitant.

He opened his WeChat messages at the first moment.

Then scrolled down and tapped on that one message he hadn't yet had time to reply to.

Roughly around eleven in the morning.

Chen Xixian: "Doctor Fang, my grandpa says he'll pass away in the next few days. My parents and relatives have all rushed over."

Fang Ziye had seen the message, but at this moment his expression was still stunned: "???"

"What does this 'pass away' mean?"

"Hasn't Elder Chen's body always been very robust?"

"Could Elder Chen have been injured?" Fang Ziye hurriedly asked.

Fang Ziye had seen Chen Song many times — no cough, no panting, no limp, no hunch — how could he just die like that?

"I don't know either. After my dad took Grandpa's pulse, he also said it's a matter of the next few days."

"They told me not to tell you for now, but I thought about it — among the people Grandpa wanted to see one last time before he died, there's definitely you, Doctor Fang."

Fang Ziye continued asking: "Was Elder Chen the doctor injured?"

"Or is there somewhere uncomfortable?"

Chen Xixian replied: "No. Grandpa is still drinking tea with people, still playing chess outside. Today he even went to see Grandma. Everything looks perfectly fine."

"Then there should be nothing wrong. Body everything still very good, should be nothing." At this moment, Fang Ziye would rather believe his own professional judgment.

Chen Song himself had no illness, no pain — how could he just die like that.

Unless he committed suicide himself!

But even if Chen Song grew a tumor in his brain, he wouldn't choose this path, would he?

……

Fang Ziye quickly took a taxi to the airport, then quietly waited for boarding.

Luo Tingzhu sent a message: "Senior Brother, I'll probably depart in about an hour. At that time I'll wait for you at the doorway, we'll go eat Charcoal Fire Chicken together. Today I'll add three potstickers to celebrate for you! ~"

Luo Tingzhu spoke with absolute certainty.

Luo Tingzhu, who always felt she was fat and wanted to lose weight, was even willing to eat three potstickers — that was truly ruthless determination.

"Fine. I think you should eat with an open appetite — even five would be fine."

"Anyway your constitution is the type that never gets full." Fang Ziye replied.

Chen Xixian's message came again: "Doctor Fang, are you returning to Enshi this afternoon? Do you want me to send someone to pick you up?"

"No need, Chen Xixian! ~ My wife is driving to pick me up." Fang Ziye replied very readily.

"Tingzhu Sister is coming to pick you up too?" Chen Xixian said.

"Hmm? What about it?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Tingzhu Sister is a workaholic. I've invited her for hot pot and barely got her out a few times. Milk tea even fewer."

"I've advised her, saying she doesn't need to push so hard, with Doctor Fang you backing her up. But it seems the more I say, the harder Tingzhu Sister works..." Chen Xixian said.

Hey, so it was you adding fuel to the fire here?

You haven't understood Luo Tingzhu's competitive drive, have you?

But Fang Ziye couldn't blame Chen Xixian either. She was at most Luo Tingzhu's friend; her understanding of Luo Tingzhu definitely couldn't compare to his own — otherwise he'd be too derelict in his duty.

"I'll come see Elder Chen the doctor again this evening! ~" Fang Ziye replied.

"Thank you, Doctor Fang." Chen Xixian's etiquette was still very thorough.

Even if Elder Chen the Chinese doctor passed away, Fang Ziye wasn't Elder Chen's relative or close friend — whether he came or not there was no special constraint.

Fang Ziye finished chatting with Chen Xixian, and was just preparing to reply to Luo Tingzhu's message when Deng Yong's call came directly.

Fang Ziye immediately chose to answer: "Master."

Deng Yong's voice was resonant: "Ziye, guess what good news I have for you here?"

Hearing Deng Yong's tone, Fang Ziye knew Xie Shulan's family had moved very fast, so he pondered a moment and replied: "Could it be that Master you've suddenly added a Junior Sister or Junior Brother for me?"

"I haven't bought a gift yet?"

Deng Yong, hearing this, breathed in so sharply he nearly needed a ventilator. After ten-odd seconds he calmed down!

Instinctively cursed: "Damn Yuan Weihong his grandpa! What messy stuff has he been teaching you day in and day out?"

Fang Ziye froze for a moment, confirmed the other was cursing his own master, and said in a low voice: "Master, what does this have to do with Teacher Yuan?"

"It's all him corrupting you. Otherwise you'd definitely be obedient."

"Alright, I don't dare let you guess anymore. Our hospital's orthopedics department changes leadership this November — you prepare how to give me your work report!" Deng Yong very subtly hinted.

"Also, your medal in Enshi, I privately went and collected it for you together."

"This kind of thing has no award ceremony. The Health Commission sends it directly to the unit, and you collect it privately yourself." Deng Yong said.

Fang Ziye naturally understood.

No celebration for merit born of disaster.

In matters like this, even if you earn a massive merit, you can only be commended privately; it's impossible to make the news, not even a public account post would be issued — this is the most basic empathy.

However, there is one point: those who perform outstandingly and have merit should still be rewarded as deserved.

During the rescue process in Enshi, Fang Ziye's approach to rescuing critically ill, moribund patients was unique, so he earned the nickname "Small Wrench," but this nickname only circulated internally.

At most, Fang Ziye could only use it for professional title evaluation; it couldn't even go on his resume — this is also one of the private foundations.

"Mm, thank you for your hard work, Master."

"Also congratulations, Master," Fang Ziye said.

Xie Shulan's family information network is truly extremely broad; in just two days, they found the reasons and talking points to pull Deng Yong back onto the right track, and even finalized everything.

Fang Ziye was naturally happy as well.

In the future, once Deng Yong truly solidified the Chief Director position, Fang Ziye's foundation in Zhongnan Hospital would be extremely steady.

"You're really not coming back this vacation?" Deng Yong still asked with some disappointment.

Now, the person he most wanted to celebrate with, besides his own family, was his beloved disciple Fang Ziye.

Him being able to sit in this position — Fang Ziye's merit is supreme!

"Master, I'll celebrate for you after I return..."

"This vacation, I'm going out to play with Tingzhu. From New Year's to now, I've been running around non-stop, almost never stopping to rest," Fang Ziye said.

"Eh, no rest? Who went out to play for a round in August?" Deng Yong said disgruntledly.

Fang Ziye could only find a proper reason: "Master, I really have some matters."

"Right, Master, even if you return to the department in November, our department's general direction still shouldn't move; don't rush to move it."

Hearing this, Deng Yong said: "Rest assured, I won't go back to Trauma Surgery and fight Yuan Weihong for anything."

"Professor Gong Jiahe is such a great professor, he doesn't contend or snatch for anything; if I don't even have this much magnanimity, what kind of Director would I be?"

"One must be pure in character."

"But now I don't even know if I can stay pure anymore!" Deng Yong's voice was faint and lingering.

Some things, once chosen, cannot be turned back from.

Some paths, once walked into, can never return to the starting point.

"Master, purity is one's own affair; if life is good at resetting to zero, then everything can start anew."

"Master, your involvement with the Yangyuan isn't that deep, right?" Fang Ziye suddenly asked.

"I never entered the Yangyuan to begin with; Dean Chen pulled me out early on. Dean Chen is a person worthy of admiration."

"Whether it's personal charm or the charm of doing things."

"Both are top-notch; it's just a pity, this time we also don't know what kind of change he's facing again," Deng Yong said with emotion.

"This world is just this wonderful; everyone has their own story, their own life."

"Some ride the spring breeze in high spirits, galloping on horseback; some fail the exams and weep incessantly."

This world is a circle, but this world is also a net; the net-like structure connects everyone by a thousand threads, but each person's individual line ultimately only connects with others, never thoroughly fusing and intertwining.

"Master, I'm about to board here; let's talk after my flight lands." The topic was too heavy, and Fang Ziye didn't know how to answer either.

Right now, for both Fang Ziye and Deng Yong, it is a time of spring breeze and high spirits.

But for Chen Song's family, regardless of whether Fang Ziye sees through it clearly, one can guess it won't be good.

Moreover, Fang Ziye's trip back to Enshi this time is also to verify one thing.

That is whether a person can clearly look very healthy, and then just be gone — said to be gone and they're gone.

A life, looking free of illness and pain — could it suddenly pass away, and even with one's own medical skill be helpless, unable to reverse any outcome?

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye boarded the plane.

One hour forty minutes later, the plane landed; Fang Ziye went out and followed Luo Tingzhu to eat Charcoal Fire Chicken, also ate the Potstickers Luo Tingzhu mentioned, and showed Luo Tingzhu the Award Certificate and Medal, and also looked at photos with others.

Luo Tingzhu also screenshotted Fang Ziye's footage from the News Live Broadcast, including some scenes of leaders shaking hands warmly with Fang Ziye, all saved frame by frame by Luo Tingzhu.

After the young couple parked the car nicely, they went into the villa to "be lovey-dovey"; Luo Tingzhu commented: "Actually this angle isn't good; you're clearly 1.78 meters, but the photo makes you look like 1.6 meters."

"And this angle, your hair looks all messy..." Luo Tingzhu tried her best to find things to say.

But it was very obvious; Fang Ziye could tell Luo Tingzhu's mood was a bit off.

"Did Chen Xixian also tell you that secret?" Fang Ziye suddenly interrupted.

Luo Tingzhu's smile froze, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes: "Several Old Chinese Doctors at the Yangyuan all said Dean Chen is about to go, but we drew a lot of blood from him for tests and found no major problems. I also looked at the test results."

"But for some reason, I just feel a bit upset, because I trust Dean Chen and their words more."

"Chen Xixian's father is already preparing Dean Chen's after-death affairs."

"They say it's Qi and blood exhaustion, caused by True Qi about to depart!"

"Could it really be that once True Qi departs, he suddenly has a myocardial infarction? Just living in the Yangyuan, ready for rescue at any time, still won't work?" Luo Tingzhu asked.

Because of Old Chinese Doctor Chen Song's matter, she doubted her own profession for the first time.

"I don't know either!"

"Perhaps Dean Chen Song doesn't know either," Fang Ziye shook his head.

"But I believe Grandpa Chen Song would only face death calmly, not choose to not treat illness and let himself die."

"His family wouldn't choose that either."

If he really died, Chen Song certainly wouldn't be afraid.

But to say if there really was still a chance to save him, yet he still chose not to save him and die calmly — Fang Ziye also didn't believe Chen Song would be that carefree.

Perhaps, the current Chen Song would also be very conflicted.

Because he felt his own death pulse; if he were saved, the living him would have his worldview impacted...

"Don't think so much; with so many of us at the Yangyuan, we'll definitely go all out."

"No matter how much trouble Dean Chen Song encounters, he is still Dean Chen; the treatment, benefits, and special care he deserves will not be lacking in the slightest," Fang Ziye said.

"Mhm~" Luo Tingzhu nodded.

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu had originally planned to go out for a stroll, but "a stroll" was the plan; man proposes, heaven disposes — now that Chen Song faces such a situation, Fang Ziye certainly cannot bring Luo Tingzhu out to play with peace of mind.

The "estimate" given to outsiders still stands.

Life circumstances truly differ greatly; I have only just taken the first step toward my life's peak, while over there Chen Song has diagnosed his own pulse and said he has only a few days left, and the Chen Family has been in a complete mess recently...

(Chapter End)