Chapter 691: Last Year Is Not This Year!

Fang Ziye brought Luo Tingzhu to the private room Wu Xuanqi had sent the location for, and as soon as they arrived he discovered Wu Xuanqi, who had already spotted Fang Ziye, hollering inside: "Today everyone eat and drink whatever you want, I'm treating, the whole bill is on Young Master Fang."

Fang Ziye ignored the wisecracking Wu Xuanqi and walked in on his own, but noticed Luo Tingzhu at his side pause her steps slightly, halting for roughly two seconds in the direction where Lan Tianluo sat.

Lan Tianluo and Jie Han sat side by side; on Jie Han's left sat his girlfriend Huang Shan, petite and today wearing a yellow long skirt.

Meeting Fang Ziye's gaze, her voice crisp: "Doctor Fang, good evening."

"Huang Shan, whatever you want to drink, just order away." Fang Ziye replied.

Jie Han grinned foolishly and immediately nodded: "Senior Brother, rest assured, today is a rare chance to fleece a big spender, this junior brother definitely won't go easy."

"Waiter, bring a case of '82 Lafite, if it's not enough fly out and buy more." Jie Han was in high spirits, naturally livening the atmosphere.

Fang Ziye then turned to look at Lan Tianluo, who had already risen, his gaze meeting Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu's calmly, without any evasion.

Who knows if it was because he went back to Henan Province in August that made Lan Tianluo even more certain of his feelings, but right now he openly, unabashedly, took the right hand of Assimilate beside him.

"Senior Brother, Senior Sister, she is Assimilate, and also our colleague."

This was Assimilate's first time meeting everyone; although she wasn't young, she was still quite nervous at this moment.

The identity of a Peking Union Medical College Hospital Attending Physician fundamentally didn't let her stand out as special in this circle, and naturally she lost her usual ease: "Professor Fang, Doctor Luo."

"Hello Doctor Tong, Zhongnan Hospital Fang Ziye, this is my girlfriend, Luo Tingzhu! ~"

Luo Tingzhu also shook hands with Assimilate and introduced herself.

There were quite a few people here today, all young people.

Just that the gathering was very complete: Fang Ziye, Luo Tingzhu, Nie Mingxian, Liu Guo, Lan Tianluo, Assimilate, Jie Han, Huang Shan, and Wu Xuanqi even brought his wife Tang Yue along.

After this first meeting, Tang Yue, the oldest among the women, said: "Xiao Luo, you're our Anesthesiology Department's golden flower treasure, come sit over here with your Sister Yue."

"Later I won't want to smell their alcohol breath, we'll go do a spa or a head treatment."

Unlike the other girls who were relatively different, Tang Yue was a very naturally familiar mature woman; although she had never met Luo Tingzhu and the others before, she seemed to have a temperament that quickly gathered Liu Guo and the rest together.

And very quickly formed a "subtle" dividing line between the men and women!

Watching six men and six women each form their own cluster, Liao Jia's expression at this moment looked as if he'd stepped in dog shit; he silently tried to slip away while no one was paying attention.

But was intercepted by Wu Xuanqi's sharp eyes and quick hands: "Teacher Liao, where are you going?"

"I'm going to the toilet." Liao Jia failed to slip away, temporarily seeking a urine escape.

Wu Xuanqi then opened the wine he had brought in large Yibao Water Water water bottles, two full bottles, three thousand milliliters total.

Wu Xuanqi said: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven."

"Four hundred twenty-five milliliters per person, eight liang five, no extra amount."

"Fang National Award, come come come, today you're the protagonist, start giving your acceptance speech?"

Nie Mingxian in front of Wu Xuanqi was docile as a rabbit that had been anesthetized, unable to find a conversational opening, he and Jie Han and the others began dividing the wine.

"Brother Qi, what acceptance speech? Does my award even qualify for an acceptance speech? You want me to commit career suicide?" Fang Ziye hurriedly waved his hands.

Truth be told, with the achievements he currently had, in the Great Hall of the People he wouldn't even dare breathe too loudly.

Compared to the breakthroughs those old seniors made, Fang Ziye's mangled extremity limb salvage surgery and microcirculation instrument improvements don't even amount to a fart.

Wu Xuanqi raised his volume slightly: "I... where did I say to give a speech at your award ceremony?"

"Today here, you're the most awesome."

After Wu Xuanqi let out a coarse word, he noticed several female colleagues simultaneously tilt their heads over, so he glanced at Fang Ziye, then at Tang Yue, and suggested: "Professor Fang, how about today we male comrades and female comrades gather separately?"

"Otherwise the celebration won't be enjoyable."

Tang Yue and the others paused speaking, and no one expressed refusal of this proposal.

To speak truly, there probably aren't several girls who like participating in this kind of drinking gathering, except for a very few outliers.

A drinking gathering between men, truly isn't something girls can understand, drinking spicy "liquid", saying coarse words with no nutrition.

This is the same principle as men being unable to understand why women like to cluster together to go shopping.

Fang Ziye's eyeballs rolled around, tone slightly hesitant: "Doctor Tang, Doctor Liu, do you think it's suitable for you to go gather on your own?"

After all today he was the host and protagonist.

"Boss Fang you pay so it's suitable." Liu Guo was also brought into the atmosphere by Tang Yue, eyes squinting into crescents.

Fang Ziye then busily joked back: "Then you go reimburse from my boss."

Tang Yue said: "Oh, Tingzhu, Fang Professor's wallet is all with you?"

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"I want to go do a spa, do hydrotherapy, and also get a full-body meridian massage."

Luo Tingzhu glanced at Fang Ziye with a white eye at these words, but didn't retort, and under several people's pushing and shoving left the private room.

Assimilate was unfamiliar with everyone, had never met them before, and when leaving the private room still looked back at Lan Tianluo once.

After receiving Fang Ziye's gaze, Lan Tianluo accompanied Assimilate out for roughly half a minute, then the handover was complete.

And when Lan Tianluo re-entered the private room, Fang Ziye and the others had all taken off their coats, leaving only their base layer sweaters.

Fang Ziye sat in the host seat and said: "Drinking is drinking, lively is lively, but let's say it in advance, no drinking until something happens! ~"

"Everyone precisely control your own alcohol tolerance, not drinking is not giving face, drinking yourself drunk is even more not giving face! ~"

Nie Mingxian hearing this also said: "Ziye is right, good mood is good mood, best still not to drink until something happens, mainly just bragging and chatting."

"Let's begin, Professor Fang, how does it feel to receive the award?"

After Nie Mingxian asked, everyone looked expectantly at Fang Ziye.

The people seated here, although everyone is benchmarked as a genius by others and also considers themselves a genius, after all they are still only growing geniuses.

They are merely the protagonists of this age, not the protagonists of the current world.

As for Wu Xuanqi, he might have attended Hubei Province's Natural Science Award ceremony, but didn't receive any fringe awards, only went as a student to cheer for his own teacher.

And the award Fang Ziye received this time at the Great Hall of the People, for geniuses like them, perhaps is only the threshold to meet Fang Ziye.

Its weight and gold content are much higher than Distinguished Youth and Outstanding Youth Fund.

Fang Ziye heard this, stood up first, took the initiative to raise the wine glass in his hand, bowed slightly, and immediately toasted Nie Mingxian: "Brother Nie, I'm sorry, I usurped your place."

"If it weren't for me, the one who should have gone to the Great Hall of the People this time would have been you."

Fang Ziye's voice pulled everyone's thoughts back to reality. Fang Ziye always remembered the ultimate source of the microcirculation instrument's improved theory!

Fang Ziye himself was not a pioneer; he was merely the one who carried it forward.

If it weren't for Nie Mingxian and Professor Li Yongjun, Fang Ziye wouldn't have known where to even get such an approach.

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian's expression twitched uncontrollably for a while, his eye rims reddened in an instant, and for a few seconds, grievance, unwillingness, and joy intertwined.

But soon, he swallowed all these emotions; every twist of fate was destiny, and destiny spared no one even a fraction.

The microcirculation instrument's improved theory came from Li Yongjun, but if Li Yongjun hadn't encountered suppression and competitive failure, perhaps Nie Mingxian really might have replaced the current Fang Ziye.

"Things that didn't happen — where do so many 'ifs' come from?"

"If we're really talking 'ifs', if I hadn't met you, Fang Ziye, the microcirculation instrument would still be just an empty framework, completely unable to be implemented on the ground."

"That you can win an award with this makes me very happy, and I'm thoroughly convinced."

"Without you, this theory couldn't be implemented."

"Moreover, mangled extremity limb salvage surgery." When Nie Mingxian mentioned this, he discovered Fang Ziye had already drunk half a cup of wine, about one or two liang.

After that, Fang Ziye raised the remaining wine glass toward Wu Xuanqi's direction, without a word.

After downing it in one gulp, he then said: "Brother Wu, I drank it! ~"

Only then did Nie Mingxian belatedly raise his wine glass together with Wu Xuanqi, each accompanying him with half a cup.

"There's next year too! ~"

Seeing Wu Xuanqi and Nie Mingxian each drink down the wine in their glasses, Fang Ziye declared in a resounding voice.

Fang Ziye's words instantly made the gazes in the private room turn fiery.

Fang Ziye continued: "Even if they don't award it next year, the year after, three years later — it'll be awarded again eventually!"

Wu Xuanqi heard this and immediately waved his hand, cursing loudly: "No wonder people online say, never compete on marketing with you Han City University people."

"You nearly scared my heart into jumping out of my chest."

Fang Ziye heard this and said: "Then Brother Qi, just don't go."

Wu Xuanqi tilted his neck and said: "Why not? This is what I knelt on durians to endure humiliation and snatch! ~"

Why did Wu Xuanqi endure Fang Ziye's previous 'humiliation'? Nothing else — just because Fang Ziye gave too much.

A foundational breakthrough that directly overturned tumor basic research — not to mention Fang Ziye 'insulting' him in front of his master's school, even if they tore faces on the spot, he still had to calm down.

As long as Fang Ziye didn't shake his most core interests, such as involving family, parents, etc.

Wu Xuanqi had long weighed it in his heart: being slapped in the face once in exchange for what Fang Ziye gave was extremely worthwhile.

This slap from Fang Ziye was very expensive.

"Also, this time I'm going to accept the award on behalf of the team, and the people going to accept the award are limited to two."

"Professor Liu is the nominal head of the research project, so it's me representing our team to accept the award; it belongs to all of us."

"Including the nominations on the medal, they're all our team, including the information published online, our team member list is quite detailed."

"And that was last year, not this year."

"We'll definitely have chances to go in the future, you should believe that, right?" Fang Ziye summarized this segment.

Nie Mingxian and the others all laughed, and even the belated Liao Jia, seeing there were no female colleagues in the private room who made him feel eyesore, also hurriedly nodded.

"So Professor Fang is still Professor Fang; Professor Fang is the leader."

"This pie-drawing ability is already more furnace-fire-pure-blue than our bosses."

"I'm convinced! ~" Wu Xuanqi said with a smile.

Fang Ziye said: "Let's eat something first; eating first then drinking is fine, bragging after eating is also fine."

"I've gotten fat recently too, anyway I'll just let you guys brag, I feel like I can't even fly anymore."

Young people not actively shoveling rice — that's purely a thinking problem; the seven of them just ate and drank as they should.

Outside the private room, there were also bursts of clamorous urging-to-drink sounds.

But the sounds were blocked by the private room's door.

Every private room's joys and sorrows were different.

After a round of toasting and clinking glasses, Fang Ziye discovered a message from Luo Tingzhu, telling Fang Ziye to drink less.

After Fang Ziye put down his phone, he then said again: "Professor Wu, please avoid us for a moment; the content of our next chat, you must absolutely not pee again."

"Our group, after half a year this year, is finally going to advance the bone tumor and microcirculation instrument chemotherapy combination research project to the clinical trial stage."

"For the past half year, everything we've done has been limited to the laboratory."

"But after today, we might have to run around and look around nationwide! ~"

"Brother Nie, Brother Liao, for the subsequent quality control of this research project, we must pull ourselves together; not the slightest mistake can be made."

"Otherwise, this vessel that already doesn't have much tonnage might capsize the moment it says it will."

A single person cannot support a major research project; only a team working together can.

The quality control of the bone tumor and microcirculation instrument combination research project also cannot be shouldered by Fang Ziye alone for all tasks.

Wu Xuanqi heard this and indeed turned away to the side.

Looking at Nie Mingxian, Nie Mingxian nodded; looking at Liao Jia, Liao Jia also nodded repeatedly, and even started to speak.

"I'll go take a piss too." Wu Xuanqi knew he was an outsider now.

But Nie Mingxian and Liao Jia and them fundamentally didn't envy the tumor basic research project Fang Ziye allocated to them, so he couldn't keep being sour and jealous.

After Wu Xuanqi left, Liao Jia then said: "Fang Ziye, the several hospitals I'm liaising with, I've already done thorough planning for the preoperative experimental content of the clinical trial with six professor teams."

"The planning document contents, I've also sent to the group chat; you should have seen them, right?"

Fang Ziye nodded: "A planning document is a planning document; actual implementation in reality is actual implementation."

"As of now, our team has self-reported nineteen teams; the responsible professors of those teams have all been processed to varying degrees."

"These earlier incidents may also bring some aftereffects."

There will always be people who take desperate risks to play petty tricks.

Facing such people, Fang Ziye is absolutely not soft-handed; he discovers one, he directly reports one.

Conducting clinical trials directly without animal trial and clinical trial approval — even if you are a professor, you may not withstand Fang Ziye's report.

Being removed from the clinical chief position is a minor matter; the most severely processed professor was directly purged from the medical team.

No other reason — mainly because he fundamentally could not answer the complete structural framework of the entire project's basic principles, including the fine-tuning of chemotherapy dosage's intrinsic core principles, he also could not find any data support.

Without these structural supports, so-called clinical trials are merely live experiments.

They do not conform to current medical ethics and medical research regulations.

Having broken the law oneself, one is naturally courting death.

"Regarding this point, our team has already contacted our hospital's Research Department, and the National Health Commission and the Ministry of Science and Technology have endorsed our team; everything takes the protocol as standard."

"If other professor teams are unwilling to cooperate or insist on creating some self-righteous content, we can only unilaterally stop cooperation and suggest canceling the clinical pilot."

"But I believe that anyone who has reached the Group Leader Professor level certainly has both IQ and EQ online, and would not do such short-sighted things."

Fang Ziye then turned his head to look at Lan Tianluo and Jie Han: "Lan Tianluo, Jie Han, you must also strictly follow the standards in the protocol; absolutely do not be afraid of offending people."

"If you are afraid to do offending things, I can do it, or I can find someone to do it."

"But in the process of interacting with other professors, you also cannot be overly arrogant."

"Later I will also strictly enforce strict control over the clinical pilot standards of our Zhongnan Hospital and several hospitals in Han City."

"If our own hospital's teachers make mistakes or want to pull small tricks, I will also choose to offend people."

"Because patients are innocent."

Lan Tianluo said: "Senior Brother, the people I've offended should be no fewer than you, right?"

Fang Ziye laughed in reply: "You'd better think clearly before speaking; what you said was the past."

If it were before coming to Enshi, Fang Ziye would acknowledge Lan's words.

But when Fang Ziye came to Enshi, the people he offended were not few, and most were within the system, among them no lack of people holding real power.

However, the key point Fang Ziye wants to talk about today is not this; he immediately turned his head to look at Liao Jia: "Liao Ge, after this matter is settled, what are your plans?"

Liao Jia is currently the only instability factor within the team.

Fang Ziye originally thought that after Liao Jia came to Enshi, he could encounter his fate; but it's been nearly a year and he is still floating along single.

Liao Jia is originally a spontaneous person; if all the projects in the group are finished now, where would Liao Jia go from here?

Liao Jia was stunned upon hearing this, then shook his head: "I haven't considered this kind of problem either."

"Fang Ziye, are you sick? This has only just begun, our cooperative projects are far from over, why do you suddenly bring this up?"

Division and reunion, that is the general trend of the world, and the final destination of all friends.

But please don't bring up such a sad topic right from the start, okay?

"Isn't it because I can't bear to part with you, Liao Ge? That's why I want to prepare in advance." As Fang Ziye spoke, he again used the mineral water bottle to pour wine into his wine glass.

Nie Mingxian, hearing this, also understood; he turned his buttocks to face Liao Jia directly: "Teacher Liao, why don't you not leave? We're playing so happily together?"

"Heh! ~" Liao Jia rolled his eyes.

"That's you guys playing; I'm the one having this much fun!"

"I haven't decided; you guys don't ask me either; who can tell about future things?"

"Life can only be lived today; it is always today."

"Eat if you love to eat, sleep if you love to sleep, spend money if you love to spend money, want to sleep with women sleep with women, want to sleep with men sleep with men." Liao Jia has already become a Buddha.

Possessing tens of millions in net worth, he has no home, no girlfriend, no car loan or mortgage; he is the happiest, most carefree!

"I think we should find Teacher Liao a girlfriend."

"Teacher Liao, how about Dean Chen's granddaughter? Although she's seven or eight years younger than you, this rich woman is very appealing?" Nie Mingxian said shamelessly.

Liao Jia, hearing Nie Mingxian's random matchmaking, nearly sprayed: "Don't you tm talk nonsense; we're still making a living under Dean Chen Song."

"She's even more carefree than me; what would she want with me? Want my poverty, want my not showering every day, or want my old age?"

"Even if she were my sworn younger sister I'd still feel she's too young; I'm nearly thirty-six." Liao Jia shook his head like a rattle.

As the saying goes, at thirty one stands firm, at forty one is no longer perplexed.

Liao Jia has merely reached the thirtieth year, approaching no-perplexity, yet cannot achieve no-perplexity.

He even somewhat regrets having earned this much money.

This topic didn't work, so everyone switched to another topic, mainly still concentrated on roasting Lan Tianluo, inquiring about Assimilate's matters.

……

Men, chatting is nothing more than those few things.

Bragging, talking about women.

Wine and meat to satisfaction, the night wind gradually cold.

At the restaurant doorway, Liao Jia suavely walked first into the night: "You all go busy returning home to hug your wives; I also have to go busy hugging other people's wives."

Liao Jia quickly got into a taxi without looking back.

Wu Xuanqi behind clicked his tongue enviously: "Liao Ge is really suave ah, every night a bridegroom."

Having money is good; a rich single life is even better.

Nie Mingxian said: "You go along too; anyway today you have a reason that doesn't need explaining; just say we went for a massage together."

"Round trip half an hour, at most forty minutes; you don't even need to explain to Sister-in-law."

Wu Xuanqi immediately pulled open his sleeve: "Surnamed Nie, what do you mean?"

"Today no one stop me."

Nie Mingxian fought back: "I fucking heard it with my own ears! ~What's wrong? Going back on your word?"

"Little brother, you're already thirty-five this year! You still think it's ten years ago?"

Wu Xuanqi instantly wilted.

The things he had done back then, every single bit was repaid at this very moment.

Lan Tianluo and Jie Han both instantly widened their eyes, their melon-eating gazes wandering back and forth between Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi.

"Let's go, take a taxi home."

"They dispersed pretty early too."

Fang Ziye finished speaking and called to Lan Tianluo: "Remember to take safety measures..."

Lan Tianluo was still young, slightly embarrassed.

But Fang Ziye's words had just fallen when Wu Xuanqi, this dog basket, handed a small box to Lan Tianluo from his own car, and it was the 001 ultra-thin model at that.

Lan Tianluo's body stiffened for a few seconds, yet he did not refuse.

He was no longer that young man either; he was already nearly twenty-six this year...

The night of Enshi swallowed the figure of every Enshi person, each going their own way, each returning to their own destination.

Stars dotted the sky, the moon hung like a wheel.

October 9th, Han City Railway Station entrance, Li Yuanpei arrived at the parking lot driving a frivolous Porsche, hooked his finger at Fang Ziye, and the car door frivolously rose up! ~

Fang Ziye circled the car body a full three times, constantly tilting his head, asking with envy in his gaze: "Yuanpei, this means you're not planning to keep a low profile anymore?"

"I keep a low profile my ass, it's my old man who only recently agreed to buy me this thing, saying I was too high-profile before."

"I told him I was coming to pick you up, this player who won a national award, and he waved his hand and got it for me right away."

"Just picked it up before the holiday, you want to give it a try?"

Fang Ziye shook his head like a rattle: "Can't touch a brother's wife, especially when you're still in the newlywed period."

After Li Yuanpei started the car, he said: "Master has been looking forward to your return for a long time, but you kept delaying and not coming back, his mood hasn't been too good."

"Teacher Yuan is about the same."

Fang Ziye then asked: "How's the situation in the department?"

"Very good, Professor Gong Jiahe is very amiable and low-key! ~"

"It's just that Dean Wang Xinghuan personally escorted him to the department, and even came over to cordially inquire after him twice in these two days."

"Professor Du Xinzhan also came five or six times."

"Professor Gong's jianghu status is not low!" Li Yuanpei exclaimed.

Joking, someone who can be a group leader at Enshi Sanatorium, how could they be ordinary?

Li Yuanpei indeed didn't need to keep a low profile; the money for his car had nothing to do with the hospital, so he even drove the car directly into the parking lot inside the Basic Medical College.

From the Basic Medical College he then brought Fang Ziye and rushed to the Orthopedics Building.

Only, after getting out of the car and walking just two hundred meters, no one cared how Fang Ziye and Li Yuanpei had arrived anymore.

After exiting the side door of the Basic Medical College, even the pedestrians on the road didn't care who the two young people actually were.

It was still noon now, so Fang Ziye followed Li Yuanpei into the operating room first thing, and found Yuan Weihong who was currently turning over the operating room for surgery.

As for Master Deng Yong, he was currently still serving in the laboratory.

Moreover, he was about to take over the position of Orthopedics Administrative Chief Director, so he was currently moving about in the Administrative Building, making some extra preparations for his upcoming takeover of the Trauma Center.

The banquet was arranged for the evening.

"Professor Gong Jiahe's operating room is right next door, Ziye you go pay a visit! ~" Yuan Weihong said this during a gap in the surgery.

"Master, are all three groups operating simultaneously today?" Fang Ziye had heard from Li Yuanpei that today was Chen Fang and Yuan Weihong's surgery day.

After Professor Gong Jiahe joined the department, he took over the previous Professor Han Yuanxiao's group, which was also the group where Associate Professor Peng Long was.

Yuan Weihong's brows and eyes instantly blossomed, his tone tsundere: "Ziye you still don't know, starting this month, the hospital arranged three operating rooms for our Trauma Surgery."

"From now on we can operate daily, operate whenever we want."

"Cool, right?"

Fang Ziye clicked his tongue in amazement at this!

Giving Trauma Surgery an additional operating room alone, the Orthopedics Department which was already in a relative advantage in the hospital, had truly completely propped itself up.

"Where was this snatched from again?" Fang Ziye pursued the question.

Any hospital and unit are the same, the strong are supported to death, the hungry starve to death.

The stronger the department, the relatively more resource tilt it gets in the hospital, there is absolutely no saying of bias toward weak departments.

It can be said to interpret the four words 'the weak are meat, the strong eat' to the fullest.

"There are always specialty surgeries that can't fill the schedule, originally they can't fill it, so just squeeze a bit more in?"

Yuan Weihong straightened his waist: "The hospital allocated it, why do you care where it was snatched from? It's not like we went to snatch it."

Zhongnan Hospital's Orthopedics, under the leadership of the old predecessors, already occupied a pivotal position in Zhongnan Hospital, and now under Fang Ziye's development, Orthopedics advanced another step.

Trauma Surgery is even more unrivaled, this is a fact acknowledged by many in the department and the hospital.

And now Trauma Surgery has the Trauma Center sub-discipline, has Deng Yong about to take over the Orthopedics Administrative Chief Director position, and has Professor Gong Jiahe such a nationally renowned Trauma Surgery professor joining to hold the fort.

Plus Fang Ziye such a flying general continuing to push forward, even Zhongnan Hospital's leadership layer is expecting Zhongnan Hospital's Trauma Surgery to knock down Tongji Hospital's Trauma Surgery, to become the leader and spokesperson of Hubei Province's Trauma Surgery for a period of time to come.

So, corresponding resource allocation was also arranged in advance.

"Master, I'll go visit Professor Gong, was delayed by some things before, still need to apologize in person." Fang Ziye didn't dare to continue Yuan Weihong's topic.

Yuan Weihong was already very frivolous, Fang Ziye couldn't even imagine how many good friends Yuan Weihong had 'offended' recently.

If he kept fanning the flames, maybe next time Yuan Weihong wouldn't even put Deng Yong in his eyes, would turn the tables and rebel against superiors, not listening to leadership's instructions.

In the operating room next door, when Fang Ziye entered, he saw Professor Gong Jiahe leading Peng Long in routinely carrying out functional reconstruction surgery.

And at this moment they were right in the middle of transitioning between two surgeries.

"Professor Gong!" Fang Ziye walked up with a smile.

Gong Jiahe's tone was sighing; he raised his head and bowed slightly: "Isn't this our hospital's Comrade Fang Guojiang?"

"Professor Fang shows the dragon's head but not the tail — truly rare to see."

"Professor Gong, you scolded correctly!" Fang Ziye hurriedly became proper and rule-abiding.

Gong Jiahe coming to Zhongnan Hospital certainly had some of his own factors involved; as a result, he was absent from the other party's onboarding ceremony, and being teased a few sentences by the other party was only reasonable.

"Where did you go off to?" Gong Jiahe asked upon seeing Fang Ziye genuinely admit fault.

"Went back to Enshi for a trip, did a few surgeries — the kind that couldn't be pushed off." Fang Ziye replied half-truth half-false.

He did not mention Chen Song's matter.

Gong Jiahe's mood only slightly improved: "That's fine then; I thought you really went out traveling."

"Professor Gong."

"Ziye."

During a surgical break, Peng Long also approached after washing his hands.

He had the habit of washing his hands after every surgery ended; at this moment he was meticulously wiping the finger crevices of both hands with wipe hand paper.

"Teacher Peng." Fang Ziye also greeted Peng Long.

Gong Jiahe said: "Professor Fang, you're mixing quite well in our hospital — deeply rooted."

"I'm recently almost getting Fang Ziye name reaction syndrome; no matter where I go, I hear the three characters Fang Ziye!"

"Ears are about to grow calluses."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye busily said: "It's all the teachers giving face, so they remembered my name."

"You're not leaving immediately now that you're back, right?"

"Can give us people a chance to rub some celebratory qi; however much, drink a small sip?" Gong Jiahe actively asked.

"Professor Gong, this time coming back, I'll definitely be working here; in the future please Professor Gong give much guidance." Fang Ziye said.

Gong Jiahe heard this and rolled his eyes; he may also have realized his relying on age to sell seniority instances were a bit many, so Fang Ziye started counterattacking.

He himself after all wasn't Fang Ziye's teacher; provoking Fang Ziye a few sentences was fine, but saying too much, Fang Ziye wasn't his own son whose ears he could casually grab.

"Then I dare not guide Professor Fang..." Gong Jiahe withdrew his expression.

Peng Long beside him very meticulously captured Gong Jiahe's expression and tone change; after a slight internal startle, he also quickly relaxed.

The level Fang Ziye has now reached is already far higher than the position he himself is in; likewise, Fang Ziye's nationwide jianghu status is also just as he predicted.

Only lacking the National Treasure Doctor title, he has long had the National Treasure Doctor substance.

……

The night curtain by Donghu Lake was like silk soaked in ink, spreading slowly against the water surface.

The reflections of the vermilion-painted, mottled corridor pillars along the waterside gallery were severed by neon signboards; the colorful light bands of the shopping mall's glass curtain wall across the way slanted diagonally into the lake center, startling and scattering the egrets originally perched among the withered lotus clusters.

The carved wooden windows of the second-floor lakeside private room were half-open; behind the sandalwood screen emerged the hazy glow of enamel chandeliers. A thread of agarwood rose from the gilt censer on the red sandalwood tea desk; the smoke momentarily lingered when passing over the celadon ice crack pattern tea set, then suddenly dissipated in the cross-draft night wind.

In a certain hall of a hotel by Donghu Lake, large round dining tables that could seat forty people were arrayed with all kinds of delicacies, almost no duplicates.

Although Fang Ziye did not sit in the most host position, he also sat in the first-person position aside from actual Ward Director authority holders like Du Xinzhan and Deng Yong.

The other professors today all temporarily yielded the protagonist seat to this Professor Fang Ziye.

Professor Du Xinzhan sat in the very center position, holding a microphone, and said: "Today is just our Orthopedics internal, a family banquet among friends, not any department gathering."

"It's me, Liu Huanglong, Du Yingshan, Yuan Weihong, Tu Kun — five professors treating!"

"No photos, and no posting to Moments; we're just gathering privately."

"First, the biggest theme of this family banquet gathering today is to congratulate our Orthopedics Professor Liu Huanglong and Professor Fang Ziye on winning the National Natural Science Award's various prizes."

"Our hospital's Orthopedics, after many senior predecessors' development, achieved the current Orthopedics' status in Hubei Province Orthopedics."

"Those were the senior predecessors, generation after generation forging the way."

"But past years are not this year!"

"Now, our Orthopedics' younger generation can also be considered not betraying the predecessors' heavy entrustment, barely learning the predecessors' manner, gritting teeth, and propping up Zhongnan Hospital Orthopedics' this banner."

Du Xinzhan spoke to here, raised the wine glass in hand: "No exaggeration, no belittling!"

"Our generation, more or less, has produced some grades; these grades although not capital for pride, are what we can secretly celebrate as reliance."

"Here, I propose we all raise this cup together for Professor Liu Huanglong and Professor Fang Ziye, jointly celebrating today."

"Congratulations Professor Liu, congratulations Ziye." Du Yingshan stood up first.

Immediately followed by Professor Tu Kun!

Then Yuan Weihong representing Trauma Surgery stood up, and then all specialty Chief Physician professors stood up in succession.

Only last were the other people standing up!

Liu Huanglong looked from afar at Fang Ziye and said: "Ziye, as representative, say a couple sentences."

Fang Ziye heard this, took a slightly deep breath; as his gaze lightly turned, he profoundly swept over each and every person's face one by one.

"Thank you various teachers for lifting me up, thank you various predecessors for leaving the foundation, thank you various teachers for deep affection and cultivation, thank you various teachers for lending me a helping hand."

"Thank you various classmates for strong assistance, thank you various fellow trainees for not shirking hard work, thank you all for generosity, letting me have the chance to pick the peach fruit, and moreover bite the sweetest first mouthful."

"I've always said, because of teachers' deep affection, there is me Fang Ziye."

"My root has always been here."

"Because of teachers' deep affection, I am here most at ease, no need for too much restraint!"

"Also precisely because of teachers' deep affection, can tolerate Little Fang's temper and complaints."

"I hope, our Orthopedics can develop better and better from now on!"

"I hope that from now on, the orthopedic patients who come to our hospital for treatment will have increasingly better prognoses."

"I hope that my teachers, my classmates, my fellow trainees, and their future development will have increasingly better platforms, and that everyone will have a future better than ours."

"Thank you, teachers! ~"

"I toast to all of you! ~" Fang Ziye did not speak with great generosity and fervor, but every word came from the bottom of his heart.

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he bowed slightly, then drank it all in one go.

After drinking, the banquet officially began.

After Fang Ziye had slightly filled his stomach, he began holding a wine glass to make toasts.

However, Fang Ziye was holding a small wine cup, toasting his person of gratitude, his elders, his classmates, and drinking together with his fellow trainees...

During the banquet, praise for Fang Ziye was endless, recognition of Fang Ziye was frequent, and enthusiasm for Fang Ziye could be said to have brought a new climax.

Fang Ziye left the super grand banquet hall half-drunk.

Half-drunk and half-awake, Fang Ziye recalled a line of poetry.

"Former days filthy not worth boast, today unrestrained thoughts boundless."

"Spring breeze proud horse hooves swift, one day view all Chang'an flowers."

The next day.

Fang Ziye's alarm clock rang precisely on time.

Fang Ziye opened his eyes; because the alcohol he drank was relatively good, he did not feel hungover.

His body did not feel overly burdened either! ~

After Fang Ziye pressed the alarm clock, the time was only six forty.

Fang Ziye got up on time, went downstairs for a small run, returned home to wash up, and then rushed to the department.

The head nurse and the little nurses and others changed their way of addressing him, no longer calling him by the two characters Ziye as before, but shouted very respectfully: "Professor Fang, good morning."

"Professor Fang, good morning."

The current head nurse was not the head nurse when Fang Ziye left the department before, but one who had just arrived this July.

"Hello, Head Nurse." Fang Ziye smiled and nodded at them, openly accepting this identity.

After arriving at the on-call room, Fang Ziye put on his white coat and carefully touched his name badge.

Inscribed on it:

Hanzhong University Zhongnan Hospital

Name: Fang Ziye.

Professional Title: Deputy Director Physician

After Fang Ziye pinned it to his chest, he pushed the door and went out.

Coming toward him, Professor Han Yuanxiao was pacing back and forth at the doorway of the Inpatient General Office with a sneaky look, holding a mobile phone in his hand, seemingly hesitating whether to make a call.

"Professor Han! Why didn't you come last night?" Fang Ziye took the initiative to call out to Han Yuanxiao first.

Hearing this, Han Yuanxiao immediately turned back, and with an apologetic expression said: "Ziye, yesterday was your celebration banquet, originally I was going to come."

"But the data you gave me, after I sent it out, I encountered some trouble, I..."

Han Yuanxiao suddenly smiled embarrassedly: "Should I not be saying such a dampening thing at this time?"

(Chapter End)