Chapter 682

Twilight seeped through the blinds' slits, carving crisscrossing light and shadow across Luo Tingzhu's profile like scars.

The tadpole-eye lamp light flickered slowly; lashes cast fine shadows on her lids, like ink washes on a meticulous lady painting. As she carefully slid the gold-trimmed award certificate along the kraft paper bag's crease, her lower lip was bitten by shell-teeth into two crescent white marks, instantly flushed more vivid by blood:

"Senior Brother, I mean, what if?"

"What if Dean Chen really passes away, would what we've learned still be of any use?"

Her motion of stuffing the paper bag into the red-lacquered wooden drawer suddenly froze; the crisp sound of sandalwood meeting brass catch rang especially clear in the silent room: "What I mean is, even if Dean Chen doesn't pass away, he just suddenly suffers a myocardial infarction or similar illness in the near future."

A subtle tremor in her throat was cut off by a swallow: "I feel the professional knowledge system we currently study has become fragmented."

Fang Ziye frowned sharply at those words; the deep Sichuan-character crease at his brow, absent for many years, flashed and vanished repeatedly, and his hands kept clenching and unclenching, fine cold sweat slowly beading and congealing on his skin's surface—

Fang Ziye's gaze also dodged somewhat, drifting over the butterfly shadows cast by the broken hair behind Luo Tingzhu's ear: "Atherosclerotic plaques are divided into 'stable' and 'vulnerable' types. Vulnerable plaques have large lipid cores and thin fibrous caps, prone to sudden rupture from blood flow shear stress or inflammatory response."

"However, plaque stability cannot be fully assessed through routine examinations (such as coronary CTA), and their rupture may be triggered by minute external forces (such as blood pressure fluctuations); with modern medicine's current means real-time monitoring is fundamentally difficult!"

Fang Ziye could think of only two possible reasons for Chen Song to have an incident: one is myocardial infarction, the other is arrhythmia leading to 'myocardial infarction', 'heart failure'.

So Fang Ziye directly skipped the question and began explaining the pathophysiological mechanisms of myocardial infarction.

Whether a myocardial infarction occurs or not, with modern medicine's understanding it is impossible to completely predict.

However, whether from the internet or in the sanatorium, Fang Ziye had heard of some formidable TCM practitioners who could accurately predict time of death.

Mechanism unknown; this phenomenon was a shock to Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu's worldview.

Luo Tingzhu sat back beside Fang Ziye; her white skirt hem slid down half an inch with the movement, revealing slender patellae. She folded her hands on her knees, fingernails gleaming with mother-of-pearl cold light: "The more likely source of thrombus lies in vascular lipid plaque rupture!"

"The problem is plaque rupture depends not only on structure, but is also closely related to local inflammation factors such as macrophages secreting matrix metalloproteinase degrading the fibrous cap."

"But inflammatory activity also fluctuates; even PET-CT can detect inflammation, it cannot achieve real-time monitoring."

"Chronic inflammation indeed increases plaque instability, but when it crosses the threshold to trigger an acute event may depend on stochastic factors."

"Stochastic factors such as smoking or emotional agitation cause sympathetic excitation releasing catecholamines, inducing coronary spasm while increasing myocardial oxygen consumption, breaking the supply-demand balance."

"Reduced parasympathetic activity may also indirectly precipitate events, but these instantaneous neural regulation changes cannot be quantitatively predicted."

"Even the same triggers such as cold, strenuous exercise may elicit completely different responses in different individuals or even the same person at different times, depending on instantaneous states like hormone levels, endothelial function at that moment……"

Luo Tingzhu's speech accelerated; her eye corners flushed faint red from excitement.

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu are both masters of rote recitation; Luo Tingzhu's voice was clear and beautiful, and at this moment she had immersed herself in professional discussion, so instead her previous "loss of composure" was hidden!

From the angle of a rigorous medical scholar, she seriously discussed the factor of myocardial infarction with Fang Ziye.

Although the two discussed myocardial infarction, it was not limited to myocardial infarction.

For example arrhythmia, cerebral infarction, hemorrhagic stroke from cerebral vessel rupture — all are unpredictable, even one hour in advance cannot be predicted.

If Chen Song and the others can predict 'unknown events' through pulse-taking, that would be another challenge to the 'authenticity' or 'advancement' of modern medical principles, signifying modern medicine may not even have entered the entry stage.

Fang Ziye took Luo Tingzhu's right hand, using his index finger to scratch and scrape on her pinky nail: "The problem is even after plaque rupture, collagen exposure instantly activates platelets and the coagulation system, forming thrombus within minutes. This process involves complex cascade reactions, whose speed also far exceeds current detection technology's response time!"

"Uncontrollability of vascular spasm. Existing technologies (such as ECG, biomarkers) only show abnormalities after infarction, also cannot give advance warning! ~"

"Actually if?" Fang Ziye spoke to here, stopped short, did not say the words.

Luo Tingzhu's gaze turned a moment, then she said in a low voice: "If Dean Chen really guessed right, then doesn't that prove that these factors we currently think are unpredictable are actually predictable."

"At least in TCM, through pulse image advance warning is possible."

"Then, our modern medicine, can it also accurately predict this type of special event through similar pre-disease markers?"

Fang Ziye shook his head at those words: "The principle is that principle, but it's too difficult; this requires overturning many of the most basic principles of current physiology and pathology, redefining them, only then is there a glimmer of hope."

"Otherwise, current physiology and pathology's analysis of special events like myocardial infarction will only become shackles on predictive cognition."

Luo Tingzhu's phone flashed, emitting a ding-dong sound.

The phone alert sounded like a silver needle falling. Luo Tingzhu's fingertip unlocking the screen trembled slightly; cold light reflected in her pupils with a glaze hue: "Chen Xixian sent a message."

"Senior Brother, are you going to visit Dean Chen now? Should I go with you?" Luo Tingzhu's eyes were very tense.

Fang Ziye's hand held Luo Tingzhu's hand, fingers right on her radial artery: "Tingzhu, your heart rate suddenly increased by at least 20 beats; is Dean Chen's matter making you think of your grandma?"

"I feel you care even more about this than I do!"

Fang Ziye is not only Dean Chen Song's "friend across generations", but also Luo Tingzhu's boyfriend, fiancé; he understands Luo Tingzhu better than anyone else.

Luo Tingzhu usually isn't this warmhearted, even somewhat cool.

When Luo Tingzhu first arrived at Zhongnan Hospital Trauma Surgery, Fang Ziye thought she was an iceberg; now Luo Tingzhu treats others just as the Luo Tingzhu of those years treated the Fang Ziye of those years — not deigning with polite words.

Luo Tingzhu nodded, not denying: "I also don't know if it's because of Chen Xixian, Dean Chen treats me very well too! ~"

"When Senior Brother you were in the sanatorium, he rarely came to see me, just often asked the Research Area professors about you; during this time you went to Han City, Dean Chen often had me and Chen Xixian accompany him for meals."

"Invitations were a bit too many, I couldn't decline them all."

"The way he looks at me I'm very familiar with, very very similar to my grandma's back then…"

Luo Tingzhu is actually a person with extremely delicate thoughts; who treats her well, who treats her badly, who harbors 'ulterior motives' toward her, she knows in her heart very clearly, just some relationships she can't be bothered to deal with.

Some relationships she then has to brace herself and handle.

Words unfinished were already gathered into Fang Ziye's embrace. His jaw rested on her hair crown, palm pressure slightly heavy, just right encircling Luo Tingzhu.

"Then if you want to go, go; me going over now would probably just be keeping Dean Chen company chatting a while."

"Other routine checkups, blood draws, MRI and other physical examinations that should be done, you've all done them; me doing them again has no meaning whatsoever." Fang Ziye handed the choice to Luo Tingzhu.

"Mm, then I won't go." Luo Tingzhu lowered her head.

Her voice was low; her index fingers drew circles before her abdomen: "I can't help much either; with my current skill seeing Dean Chen is no different from when I was in high school seeing my grandma pass away."

"Then you rest at home a bit more…"

"I'll try to come back very soon." Fang Ziye said.

Luo Tingzhu raised her head, looked at Fang Ziye: "Senior Brother, you can come back a bit later."

"Although I'm younger, I can tell Dean Chen is a very pure physician, a senior, a martial arts master of the medical circle."

"This lifetime, he's seen through glory and wealth, high office and rich salary, the cold warmth of the jianghu; his only regret may be that he still feels very ignorant, still hasn't finished the things he wants to do and should do."

"His peers have almost all died; gaining a friend across generations is very rare."

"Boss Chen told me that Dean Chen no longer worries about his grandchildren, because they each have their own future and won't starve or freeze in a lifetime; he only fears his mantle will have no one to inherit it, and only hates that this life is too short — the longer he lives, the more he feels his ignorance."

Luo Tingzhu used the two words "die exhausted."

……

Chen Song's separate courtyard is hidden deep in a camphor forest, its upturned eaves and dougong brackets glowing blue-gray in the moonlight.

The sky had already darkened; fallen leaves danced in the wind under the streetlights. Fang Ziye parked the car in the parking lot at the doorway of another old-style separate courtyard of Dean Chen Song in Enshi. The cool night wind poured through his collar, making him involuntarily tighten his collar.

In the distance, the silhouettes of mountains loomed faintly in the twilight, like a faint ink-wash painting, black and white distinct.

Beside the sidewalk, a few moths under the streetlights fluttered tirelessly around the dim yellow light.

Under the weak light, the shadows of the roadside trees stretched long, swaying gently with the wind; these shadows intertwined with the mottled tree shadows on the ground, then were ruthlessly crushed into temporary oblivion by Fang Ziye's footsteps.

Fang Ziye had changed out of his formal wear; at this moment he wore a hooded sweatshirt and jeans, clean white sneakers. Before entering, he lowered his head and carefully checked his shoelaces.

The separate courtyard has a standalone security booth; the booth's light was on and two people moved about inside. One of them pushed open the window and shone a flashlight beam onto the ground.

"Is it Doctor Fang Ziye?" A heavy middle-aged man's voice came over.

"I am Fang Ziye." Fang Ziye raised his head, touched his chin, confirming his stubble had been shaved clean.

The security booth's sliding door slowly opened at once; one guard walked out briskly and offered Fang Ziye a cigarette, smiling obsequiously: "Doctor Fang, Doctor Chen and Boss Chen explained long ago — when Doctor Fang arrives, just let the car drive straight in."

"It's near the mountain foot here; evenings get a bit cold."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye politely declined: "No matter, I've already parked the car; I'll walk in."

"I don't smoke, thank you."

"Then Doctor Fang, please follow me." The guard didn't force the cigarette on Fang Ziye, but respectfully escorted him all the way into the inner courtyard gate where Chen Song was.

"Another colleague of mine has already reported to Doctor Chen; Doctor Chen said he's waiting for you in the tea room in the living room."

"Go straight through this arched gate, turn right and you're there." The guard knew the courtyard's layout like the back of his hand — he must be one of the people Chen Song especially trusts.

Fang Ziye likewise noticed that the middle-aged man looked honest and simple, but the calluses on his hands were extremely thick — at least a martial practitioner, the no-ceiling kind.

Fang Ziye quickly reached the separate courtyard's doorway following the guard's guidance, knocked da-da-da on the old wooden door, and Dean Chen Song's voice, full of vigor, came from outside to inside: "Enter—!"

Fang Ziye pushed open the door, looked around left and right, then fixed his gaze at a thirty-degree angle to the right-hand side.

At this moment, Chen Song held a glazed tea cup in his left hand and a fountain pen in his right, writing something seriously.

The room was bright as day but not glaring.

Under the light, Chen Song's bearing was still excellent; his sitting posture was upright, his voice full of vigor.

The room was filled with tea fragrance, but Fang Ziye couldn't tell what specific kind of tea it was.

"Doctor Fang, did you rush back from Jingdu specifically because you have fluoroscopy?"

"A few days ago, a few of my juniors sent me some authentic special-supply Da Hong Pao from Wuyi Mountain; only this little bit remains. You still come to mooch off me." Chen Song set down both pen and tea cup simultaneously.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye stepped over the threshold while turning to close the door behind him, smiling: "Dean Chen, I drink tea like a cow drinking water — giving me this good stuff would be a waste."

"Do you have our local mountain tea here? I just want it to quench my thirst."

Chen Song is from Enshi; Chen Guangbai is also from Enshi.

Fang Ziye doesn't know if other places have a custom: when an old person is about to die, then in Enshi all fetters on him are released.

Want to smoke — smoke; want to drink — drink; want to eat meat — eat meat; want to see someone — hurry to see them; strive to leave no regrets on the final journey.

Authentic tea leaves from the mother trees of Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Pao — priceless!

What can be seen on the market, ninety-nine point nine percent are fake.

But that Chen Song could get such good stuff, Fang Ziye wasn't surprised at all; if Chen Song really mobilized his connections, even some special-supply items he could obtain.

The current Chen Song — perhaps he has also released the "shackles" on himself.

As the saying goes, when a person is about to die their words are kind; Chen Song has probably let go now too.

"Come, have a taste—!"

"Chen Xixian brewed it; she has no talent in other aspects, but she specially learned this." Chen Song said politely.

Fang Ziye sat down carefully but not too restrained; after settling steadily, he continued observing Chen Song while activating his physical examination technique, smiling in reply: "Dean Chen, being able to drink tea brewed by Young Lady Chen Xixian is also my three-lives fortune."

"Actually Dean Chen, you really don't need to worry about Chen Xixian not being married yet!"

Fang Ziye is also from Enshi; he knows very well that for old people of Chen Song's generation, what they worry about most is unmarried younger generations; many old people say in daily life: if I can see you marry and have children, then I can die with eyes closed — that kind of PUA talk……

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings; I originally thought I could see through all this."

"In reality I've long since fallen into the cage. And at this stage, open-minded as I may be, longing is still longing—!" Chen Song smiled.

"Some old friends of mine, who passed before me, have seen great-great-grandchildren."

Chen Song deliberately emphasized the three words "great-great-grandchildren."

Fang Ziye poured himself a cup of tea; the tea swirled in the glazed tea cup, intense tea fragrance instantly assaulting his nose, making his spirit shake involuntarily.

Some things are expensive not merely because of fame effect.

Although the price is hyped up, good stuff is truly good stuff.

Fang Ziye took a shallow sip, couldn't taste anything particular, and sighed regretfully: "Dean Chen, giving this to me really is a waste."

Chen Song nodded: "Since you put it that way, it really is wasted."

"Wuyi's high reaches are Penglai; picking spirit buds, hands plant them themselves. Remote place, fragrant flowers, town lasts long; valley cold, bees and butterflies not yet all come. Red robes seem to want to keep people drunk; brocade screens — why not open for guests? After drinking, waking heart — where? Distant mountains overlapping, green piled high."

Finishing speaking, Chen Song gently closed his eyes, unknown whether savoring the tea or savoring his own life.

Fang Ziye didn't understand whose verse Chen Song was citing: "Dean Chen, you really haven't felt any discomfort recently?"

Hearing this, Chen Song opened his eyes and extended both his wrists to Fang Ziye.

"Feel them?"

"This thing, a person only has once in a lifetime." Chen Song pursed his lips at Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye likewise placed both hands on Chen Song's wrists; Chen Song's arterial pulse was strong, rhythm normal, nowhere showing the appearance of a dying man.

Fang Ziye shook his head regretfully: "Dean Chen, my apologies."

He wouldn't really not know how, would he?

Completely unrelated things — even if Fang Ziye wanted to add points on the spot, there wasn't time.

The current Fang Ziye was completely ignorant of Traditional Chinese Medicine; his only skill was 【Traditional Chinese Medicine Basics (Level 0 1/5)】.

This was still from his undergraduate period, when Fang Ziye studied Traditional Chinese Medicine as a required course and memorized some basic knowledge for the exam — he only knew the very, very, very basics.

Chen Song didn't press the matter either, withdrawing his hand, but with a hint of self-satisfaction: "Fang Ziye, if something really happened to me recently, how would you feel?"

Fang Ziye felt a bit of a headache listening to this.

As the saying goes, old and young, old and young — at this moment, the usually serious and rigorous Chen Song had also turned into an old child.

If something really happened, what would I think? I'd suspect life — is that worth you being this happy? Do you know what it would mean if something happened to you?

"Dean Chen? Let's not joke like this — I hope you can live another ten or twenty years."

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, seeing Chen Song's eyelids twitch, he said: "This is neither mockery nor flattery — it's based on Dean Chen's physical condition and your level of learning."

"Your body is currently robust, free of illness and pain, able to eat, sleep, walk, and move — your mental state is also very good, and you can still frequently patrol the clinical area."

"Some people in their fifties or sixties might not even match your lifestyle condition."

"Second, the overall situation here at the sanatorium still needs Dean Chen to take charge."

"It's just that I don't understand Traditional Chinese Medicine — so from all the signs I've observed so far, they indicate Dean Chen should be fine."

"But precisely because I don't understand Traditional Chinese Medicine, I'm willing to believe Dean Chen's judgment!"

"Incomprehensible, unbelievable, doubtful." When Fang Ziye spoke calmly, he lowered both hands.

Chen Song heard this and nodded: "You did speak the truth."

"However, Fang Ziye, at this step, are you still unwilling to switch careers midway to our Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

"Actually, Traditional Chinese Medicine isn't as hard as you imagine — with your qualification, within twenty years you'll surely be renowned throughout Eastern Han. By then, you'll only be fifty."

Chen Song wasn't persuading Fang Ziye — he truly felt deep regret; his eyes narrowed slightly, carrying an indescribable melancholy.

Fang Ziye smiled: "Dean Chen, the Medical Dao — different paths, same destination."

"You also told me before: as long as it's medicine that can cure disease, that's Traditional Chinese Medicine — only medicine that can cure disease is the orthodox medicine."

"Modern Medicine should be contained within Traditional Chinese Medicine — then, whether I come to study Traditional Chinese Medicine or not, what difference does it make?"

"Traditional Chinese Medicine also has many schools — for example, the School of Cold Damage, Spleen-Stomach, etc."

"Each school uses different medications — as long as it can effectively produce treatment effects on disease, that's a good prescription, isn't it?"

"Dean Chen wouldn't think that just because the prescriptions from those masters in our Traditional Chinese Medicine Group differ from your habits, they're useless, would you?"

Chen Song said: "You young people's minds turn fast — I can't out-argue you. Can't be bothered to persuade you anymore."

"Actually I don't have that much regret — just feel very unwilling to let go!"

After Chen Song finished speaking, he stood up and walked to the window, opening the wooden lattice window — Fang Ziye immediately felt the cold wind from outside brush against him; he also stood up.

Chen Song gazed out the window: "I'm an Enshi native."

"This place gave birth to me, raised me, and will ultimately bury me."

"In my youth, I always wanted to venture out — I thought I should be like my teacher, carve out my own piece of the world."

"Unfortunately, my teacher passed away too early. For many years after, I stumbled along alone."

"I've avoided many calamities, but I also know I ultimately can't escape the calamity no one can escape."

"I just regret — why have I lived ninety-plus years, studied Traditional Chinese Medicine for eighty-one years, and still remain this ignorant?"

"Fang Ziye, tell me why? I've read so many predecessors' medical classics, read so many classic prescriptions, contemporary prescriptions, folk prescriptions, treated so many patients, lived through so many years of rapid scientific and technological development?"

"And I still don't understand Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

"I still have many things I want to do." Chen Song's voice was neither cold nor hot, not particularly disappointed — only unwilling to let go.

What he spoke of more wasn't his own family matters, wasn't Chen Guangbai and Chen Xixian's future — but that he had too many unfinished matters, and felt he was too ignorant.

Chen Song's state of mind — the current Fang Ziye still couldn't understand.

But the current Fang Ziye had learned a little bit of drawing on the past to reflect on the present.

Fang Ziye himself couldn't compose poetry, but at this moment he could recite one he'd memorized for Chen Song: "Is this not Meng De's predicament at Zhou Lang's hands? When he crushed Jingzhou, took Jiangling, flowed east with the current — ships' sterns and prows a thousand li, banners blotting the sky — pouring wine by the river, brandishing a spear composing poetry — truly a hero of his generation, yet where is he now?"

"Entrusting a mayfly to heaven and earth, a single grain in the vast sea. Lamenting my life's brevity, envying the Yangtze's endless flow. Wishing to roam with flying immortals, embracing the bright moon forever. Knowing such things cannot be suddenly obtained, entrusting lingering echoes to the sad wind."

People who study Traditional Chinese Medicine all have high cultural literacy — their transparency to ancient texts and classical poetry is better than ordinary professionals.

"Su Shi's talent spans millennia — how could I compare?"

"But then again, even a figure like Su Shi would be filled with myriad emotions — how much more so an ordinary person like me?"

After Chen Song finished speaking, he shook his head, turned around, as if arranging his affairs: "The notes I should organize are all organized."

"The things that should be handed over have been handed to the right people."

"The things that should be done have all gotten a start — even if none of them end well in the end, at least I did them, just couldn't finish them."

"The one thing I regret most is — the person I most wanted to give things to feels nothing for what I give."

This wasn't just Chen Song making it explicit — it was PUA, saying Fang Ziye disrespects elders, and even more disrespects the dying.

Fang Ziye heard this and slightly bowed in reply: "Dean Chen, properly speaking, a gift from an elder — one dare not decline."

"But the student feels life is also limited — specializing in one path already feels like not enough time — if I go learn another path, either it's as a hobby, shallow tasting then stopping — that would disappoint Dean Chen's good intentions."

"Or it's advancing side by side — ending up a mishmash!"

"That would disappoint Dean Chen's good intentions even more."

"Third!" Fang Ziye didn't give Dean Chen a chance to speak: "My current thinking — the most instinctive, most ingrained thinking is Modern Medicine — what I've been learning since eighteen."

"If I really agreed to Dean Chen's entrustment, and in the end used Modern Medicine's theory to forcibly deconstruct Traditional Chinese Medicine — if I still have some influence in Modern Medicine?"

"Even more endless future troubles."

"At that time, it wouldn't be disappointing Dean Chen's good intentions — it would be letting down Dean Chen's good intentions, contrary to wishes."

"Dean Chen, every kind of thing I've experienced gets solidly, really carved into my bones — because this is my experience, impossible to wipe away." Fang Ziye finished, and respectfully bowed deeply to Dean Chen.

His words were earnest, every sentence reasonable and principled — not mere stubbornness.

Chen Song still did not answer, only turned to look at Fang Ziye with an expression full of regret, murmuring softly: "Regret we could not have met sooner!"

Fang Ziye continued to persuade: "Dean Chen, even if we had met sooner, perhaps you would still look down on me."

"Traditional Chinese Medicine values fate; when fate arrives, one naturally encounters it."

"Since the matter is already settled, it means fate was not enough, yet also enough."

"Because I was destined to meet you, Old Chinese Doctor Chen, and learn that the Traditional Chinese Medicine world still has someone like you, Dean Chen."

Traditional Chinese Medicine is extremely conservative; many schools have faded into historical obscurity precisely through such conservatism.

Someone like Chen Song, who wields a ruthless blade against his own specialty, and from within the Traditional Chinese Medicine circle at that — such people are truly few.

In fact Modern Medicine is also very conservative; many professors in Modern Medicine are unwilling to believe in the authenticity of Traditional Chinese Medicine, even some Academicians have publicly stated so.

The theory of Traditional Chinese Medicine is outdated; only Chinese herbs are good, worthy of research, but the theory of Traditional Chinese Medicine is too metaphysical, a thing of the past...

Chen Song then no longer chatted with Fang Ziye about other things.

Fang Ziye also carefully asked Dean Chen Song about the corresponding preparations.

Hearing that Dean Chen Song had already invited many Famous Doctors from Modern Medicine and the Traditional Chinese Medicine circle to Enshi, Fang Ziye put his mind at ease.

Chen Song can face death calmly, but will not actively "seek death"!

He felt his own Dead Pulse, knew he might be heading toward the Medical Dao Sect's final destination; if he can verify this point, then he will have completed the Last Stage of every Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner.

Chen Song can proudly tell his Local person: this is the Dead Pulse, this is his Inheritance of learning; in the future, when you touch this thing, you will know it is the Dead Pulse...

Chen Song is also able to Solidly/Really experience what "Dead Pulse" means!

However, if Chen Song, after touching the 'Dead Pulse', then 'returns from death', that would mean the description of the Dead Pulse in Classic Chinese Medicine is not complete enough.

Perhaps at that time's level, a certain state and Pulse Symbol were deemed beyond saving, but with the development of the era, the so-called 'Dead Pulse' can also not die.

Then this Pulse Symbol of 'Dead Pulse' needs to be re-discussed and redefined.

Chen Song spoke to the end, his voice slightly passionate and stirring: "If death comes, then death comes, returning to the Classics."

"If death does not come, then it does not come; just right to use my own body to carefully experience the Dead Pulse in the Classics, and then find a Solution to rectify it."

"Future Dead Pulses can be redefined for it. Nor does it Hinder my surrounding preparations."

"This perhaps is my final exploration in This Life!"

Fang Ziye replied: "Dean Chen, you need not be too pessimistic; your body is currently very healthy, perhaps everything is not as bad as you imagine."

"Perhaps nothing will happen at all?"

Chen Song smiled upon hearing this, and did not argue further.

If nothing happens at all?

Then that would be even better; he can face everything that follows more calmly, can more calmly re-organize or redefine this Classic Pulse Symbol of "Dead Pulse".

He has prepared for the most extreme Reverse situation!

Would he still Fear nothing happening?

After parting with Chen Song, Chen Guangbai called Fang Ziye, asking if he wanted to go out for a Late-night Snack.

Fang Ziye politely refused, replying: "Boss Chen, I just finished eating, and ate very solidly; right now I cannot eat a single thing."

"If Boss Chen wants to go eat a Late-night Snack, you can call some other people."

Fang Ziye did not believe Chen Guangbai would really go out to "eat a Late-night Snack" at this time; he himself is a Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor, his own family's Old Man has 'Dead Pulse rising and falling', yet he still has the mood to go eat a Late-night Snack?!

"Then next time! ~" Chen Guangbai replied.

"Okay, Boss Chen." After hanging up, Fang Ziye opened his car door, started with one button, first turned on the Low Beam, then turned on the High Beam.

Outside the car lights, Firefly flutter!

Perhaps chasing light is the nature of all living beings, for which they can be fearless of Life and Death.

Fang Ziye stepped on the Accelerator and drove off.

Recently for A while, what Fang Ziye and Chen Song and others must do is everyone's final destination.

Just waiting for death!

Death is something everyone must experience; although Fang Ziye is also Reluctant, he can only calmly face Dean Chen Song's departure.

He is also advanced in years...

(Chapter End)