Chapter 737

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

"Of course, I understand your difficulties, but understanding your difficulties doesn't mean I have to support them."

"Being responsible to patients is my bottom line."

"Your company's product quality has its own market positioning; as the patients' attending physician, I also have my own positioning for the quality of products used on patients."

"If your company has better products in the future, we can continue cooperating."

"Let's all keep it dignified. I'm calling with the intention of parting on good terms." Fang Ziye said.

Of course, at this moment Fang Ziye wasn't simply lecturing the other side; he also needed a vent.

After all, the other side deceived his "feelings" first!

"Director Fang, hear me out. Steel plates — the gap isn't actually that big. As long as they work, it's fine! ~"

"They merely serve a fixation function."

"Some objective standards are deliberately raised." Manager Tang still hoped to win back Fang Ziye's favor.

If he could open up the situation with Fang Ziye, their company could enter other top-tier hospitals afterward — a good opportunity for a breakthrough.

The current Zhongnan Hospital Trauma Surgery, especially Fang Ziye's group, can be called one of the top teams in trauma surgery.

Fang Ziye uses their products; others will follow suit.

"By your logic, as long as something doesn't kill you immediately, you can eat it."

"As long as a scalper isn't caught, they've maintained social stability?"

"Sorry, Manager Tang. I'm not someone with no rice who's satisfied with a bowl of cold congee. If I were that kind of person, I wouldn't have treated so many patients by now."

"Manager Tang, you're just a sales manager. I'm not making things difficult for you; I'm just telling you an objective fact."

"That's it. Hung up. Don't bother me again. Everything's been said this clearly; continuing to bother me would be harassment." Fang Ziye said this, and his anger dissipated.

Fang Ziye hung up the phone.

At the same time, Liu Xiao and Liu Xiao's assistant began sending Fang Ziye various explanatory messages, and listed quite a lot of past product application data.

However, the data they could provide were only routine fracture application prognosis data, with no preoperative data on special cases as support — fundamentally unable to serve as a supporting point.

This scene made Fang Ziye find it both funny and feel the hardship of working stiffs.

What is this kind of scene similar to?

Everyone knows gas tanks can explode, so someone suggests our army stop using small hand grenades and just use this thing as a replacement……

Fang Ziye didn't hesitate either; he directly contacted the person in charge of Dabo Instruments, having them deliver the steel plates to the operating room in time — they'd start using them tomorrow.

Fang Ziye finished sending the message; the other side definitely wouldn't reply instantly.

After exiting the chat interface, Fang Ziye replied to Su Xiaoji and Liu Xiao: "You two aren't clinical majors, so you don't know the data you listed are all invalid data."

"This isn't your fault either."

"But really, don't waste any more thought on it."

Liu Xiao's chat page went quiet.

But Su Xiaoji really wanted to improve, and said anxiously: "But Director Fang, we're mainly responsible for your sales channel here. If you don't use our company's products, I won't pass my internship period."

"Didn't we talk well before? You agreed too?"

"That's your problem. If the product quality doesn't pass, nothing you say matters." Fang Ziye said.

Su Xiaoji persisted hard: "Then do other companies' products pass?"

Fang Ziye read it and found it a bit funny: "What do you think? You don't imagine I only tested your company's samples, do you?"

"Maybe Director Fang you take more kickbacks? Director Fang, if you're unsatisfied with the kickback ratio, we can keep talking?"

"Manager Tang said Director Fang, any ideas you have can be discussed directly with us."

"Director Fang, is it that other companies give more than ours?"

"Or do you have some other idea?" Su Xiaoji is this young.

Fang Ziye: "……"

"Thanks, but I suggest you go work at a factory; you might not be cut out for sales." Fang Ziye directly set both their chat windows to Do Not Disturb mode.

Su Xiaoji is young; young people not understanding human relations is a normal phenomenon — needs understanding, more chances.

But Fang Ziye didn't plan to give her this chance.

Fang Ziye raised his head: "Hu Qingyuan, you said you had a question. Start asking now. I only have thirty minutes, then I have to review tomorrow's surgical patients, and then I have to send my wife to the train station."

Hu Qingyuan immediately said: "Master, yesterday I asked Senior Brother Tian Luo for a set of data on the basic operating patterns of the microcirculation instrument, and I discovered a very interesting problem."

"Master, look. The built-in valves and power unit of the microcirculation instrument are similar to a heartbeat. This is certainly good, corresponding to our human body's blood-pumping ability."

"But our human limbs, after all, are not in a heart-and-organs relationship."

"The microcirculation instrument doesn't have to adopt a blood-pumping mechanism, right?" Hu Qingyuan spread open his notebook and said.

Fang Ziye listened, and his mind instantly raced, many trains of thought opening at once: "Then if it doesn't pump blood, how does it complete circulation?"

Hu Qingyuan, "abstinent" for so long by Fang Ziye, wanted to progress too badly, so his brain spun at high speed.

He, who hadn't gained a short-term sense of achievement in too long, badly wanted to show himself.

"Master, these are my own understandings?"

"The reason our human heart uses a pump-beat mechanism is because our peripheral circulation is far and wide, so massive energy is needed to eject blood at high speed to spread throughout the body."

"And inside our body there's only this one power source, and it's only fist-sized; therefore the heart's beating is almost simultaneous contraction and relaxation of all myocardium — this is an instinct our human body must have."

"This is also its structure, the inevitable result of our human body's needs."

"But? The muscle contraction pattern of our limbs isn't like that; it can be uncoordinated, can contract locally, relax locally, it's not 'pull one hair and move the whole body'."

"Therefore, comparing the contraction patterns of myocardium and striated muscle, we can boldly speculate that our limb circulation does not need to completely rely on the heart's pumping circulation pattern."

"At least not that fast."

"Moreover, the blood oxygen content within our limbs also doesn't need to be as high as aortic blood to supply local energy demands."

Hu Qingyuan really was thinking hard now; he integrated all the knowledge he had come into contact with.

This isn't clinical content; it's Orthopedics Department, Physiology content, involving the fundamental operating pattern of orthopedics.

Hu Qingyuan paused, and seeing Fang Ziye not speaking, continued: "So, this kind of pump-type circulation instrument's output pattern is actually set to simulate the heart's pulse."

"The reason for this output is because during heart surgery, the heart's function needs to be fulfilled, circulating blood needs to be delivered to every part of the body, letting the circulating blood volume and blood oxygen content in our cranial cavity and various organs all reach above a certain concentration."

"Its function is to replace, substitute the heart."

"The Microcirculation Instrument's functional purpose does not need to replace the heart, and moreover if it can be cut into multiple microcirculations, then there's even less need to be this anxious."

"According to my current understanding, our human blood mainly has these few functions: one is transporting energy, transporting oxygen to each cell, while simultaneously carrying away some cellular metabolic waste."

"But Master, the organs with truly more metabolic waste aren't in the limbs, right?"

Fang Ziye heard this, nodded: "Not bad, you spoke very well."

Hu Qingyuan heard Fang Ziye speak, so he waited a while, but didn't hear that line inside the meme 'then don't speak next time', and laughed.

"Master, this is also a thought of mine, mainly wanting to, entrusting the Microcirculation Instrument you developed, do another sub-project."

"That is, for the limb microcirculation cutoff project, further do a cross-sectional study with more precise operation."

"If we can find, within the limb microcirculation, the bottom line where the limb can still survive at the slowest blood flow speed, then in the future, when we conduct Limb Salvage Surgery, we can be more composed."

"Even, when we conduct anti-infection treatment, we can also more precisely let drugs and local tissues have more sufficient contact."

"Furthermore, Master, since we can regulate the pump-type heart rate, then certainly we can also improve it, making the pump-type heart rate and the ordinary smooth blood transport pattern appear alternately."

"When we need to accelerate metabolism, we can switch to a rapid beating pattern, keeping our limb circulation from completely breaking away from the pump-type blood transfusion habit."

"If this basic research can be completed, it should have a great effect on guiding bone tumors, local infections."

"Moreover, it might also be able to be applied to other organs' circulation instruments."

Fang Ziye nodded again, asked back: "These are all what you thought of yourself, and not that you looked at the proposal bid document I gave Nie Mingxian?"

Hu Qingyuan heard this, didn't feel this was Fang Ziye distrusting him, but instead his eyes lit up: "That is to say, Master you also thought this way?"

"Mm, I've had some thoughts."

"The heart's bleeding mechanism must be an ejection mechanism, but the organ's blood entry mechanism must be a laminar flow mechanism."

"Because the heart has valves to prevent backflow, then in this process, it's definitely a spray-by-spray form."

"When blood reaches the organs, it definitely won't be spray-by-spray."

"Just wanting to grasp each organ's balanced flow speed would be relatively difficult; if you're relatively interested in this, then this project is assigned to you to do."

"You interact more with Jie Han; after he read the bid document, because he also didn't know if he could do it, he became lost."

Hu Qingyuan heard this, still nodded, but was somewhat worried: "Master, would you feel that me like this is a bit aiming too high?"

"After all? I already have a very very big project."

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Of course not; actually all of this was designed by me."

"That project I gave you, if I did it myself, I'd definitely also be at a complete loss; I've done it to now, and still might not be able to produce much grades."

"The reason I gave it to you was to let you experience a relatively ordinary feeling."

"You've entered into it for almost a year; can't say there's no output, but completely no sense of achievement."

"This kind of state, experiencing nearly a year is about enough; knowing you might be in a state of doing nothing, isn't because Master must use a single pole to crush your confidence."

"Making you produce desire is also a way to motivate enterprising spirit." Fang Ziye explained.

Hu Qingyuan lightly sighed, didn't dare say Fang Ziye doing this was good, afraid Fang Ziye would continue, also didn't dare say Fang Ziye doing this was bad.

"Oh, right, your answer just now still didn't answer the question Master gave you."

"Then how to complete this circulation power, complete the circulation rhythm regulation, you can think about it; this point, your Master currently hasn't thoroughly considered clearly either." Fang Ziye said.

Hu Qingyuan heard this, pupils suddenly contracted, shook head like a rattle: "Don't want!"

"Master, even you can't figure it out, I don't want to."

Fang Ziye seriously looked at Hu Qingyuan: "Why don't you want to? Aren't you feeling bored?"

"Your Master I am too busy, too many miscellaneous tasks, don't have that much time to calm down and think."

Hu Qingyuan's mouth opened and closed twice, then bashfully smiled: "Master, that's because before I didn't know the heights of heaven and depths of earth."

"My accumulation is fundamentally not enough; before I didn't understand the medical profession deeply, so I dared to be bold, thought I could act willfully."

"Sitting in a well watching the sky, thought I had seen the high heavens and distant waters."

"Waited until reaching the shore, only to know Master you? Count as a true Absolute Expert at the topmost layer of academia."

"An Absolute Expert like you can't figure out, isn't something I at this stage can jump up and touch, let alone solve it."

"Learning and research are different, theory and profession; theory and operation, and application, and surgery are completely different."

"I'm not bored at all right now, especially fulfilling! ~" Hu Qingyuan replied honestly and obediently.

Hu Qingyuan who hadn't suffered 'Teacher's' toxic beating, self-felt many things were too boring.

Just, Fang Ziye right off the bat threw him a lump of fatty meat thousands of times heavier than his body; Hu Qingyuan who wanted to eat fat climbed out from the meat lump half-dead from exhaustion.

Now how dare he still say he's bored?

A brand new, unique to osteosarcoma mirna, a research project that can serve as osteosarcoma's characteristic diagnostic marker, if it were really this easy to do?

With orthopedics this research foundation and atmosphere, eating, shitting can't even catch up to a mouthful of hot food.

"Actually can also help think a bit; sometimes, your casual reminder can also give teachers relatively better ideas."

"Understood, then know your own position; knowing your position, then know how to build a ladder."

"When building a ladder, must find the key nodes; the bottommost layer must be built well, only then won't fall down."

"Your rate of progress is much faster than your teacher's back then," Fang Ziye encouraged.

"It's because Master you're capable, lifting me higher; I just have to follow along and learn."

"Moreover, my knowledge system — Master you can always find the key framework to prop it up, so it gets built faster."

"If it were purely relying on myself to organize, I'd find it especially difficult just to separate out the jumbled knowledge system on its own, let alone prop up a new knowledge system with clear logic?"

"Basics, discipline, specialty, sub-specialty, operative theory, operative practice, surgical skeleton, surgical procedure……"

"Pathology, physiology, surgery."

"Interdisciplinary crossover."

"Master, I'm really not bored anymore, and I don't dare to be bored anymore." Hu Qingyuan guaranteed to Fang Ziye, also stating his position.

A substantive statement of position isn't perfunctory.

Hu Qingyuan being able to list so many things for Fang Ziye proves he really thought about it, rather than just vague generalities.

"Since you're not bored, take it slow then, step by step."

"Operation: learn application first, then experience theory. Theory: learn theoretical framework first, then try to experience application."

"Put this way it might sound a bit convoluted, but that's how it is." Fang Ziye said.

"Master, theory is just read first, right? Read the whole picture, then implement to specifics, top-down."

"Operation is just do first, right? Do a bit of detail first, then metaphysically reach theory, philosophy, bottom-up."

"If someday they can meet midway, blend and converge, then this world would be too interesting." Hu Qingyuan had very much his own thinking.

He was very smart, his knowledge volume also very large; he didn't read many books, but those he read he remembered; his experiences weren't simple either.

Therefore, conversing with Hu Qingyuan gave Fang Ziye a feeling of not chatting with a student.

This was an experiential feeling he didn't even have when talking with some professors.

"Go on, Master will say one more thing to you."

"The reason Master had you prop up the skeleton is because from now on, for you, there is no longer a first-tier systematic book that can let you swallow it whole completely."

"Any new knowledge point, learning, you encounter will be fragmented."

"Nor will there be anyone guiding you bit by bit to fill them into suitable positions; all this, even more, relies on yourself."

"Where these fragmented pieces of information should go, you fill them yourself; you might fill wrong and that's that, might even be wrong a lifetime, thereby becoming fixated, thereby never able to progress again."

"Many professors, famous professors, scholars, all get stuck at this step."

"Very cruel, but also very splendid."

"Modern jianghu discourse isn't killing and fighting, because killing and fighting is too simple; modern jianghu discourse — if you can't argue your way out, killing everyone else is useless."

"Invisible competition is the most cruel; can't get past it, you yourself can't get out either."

"Stagnation and ignorance, two characters, in many scholars' vision, are the norm."

Hu Qingyuan silently left the office, footsteps neither fast nor slow.

He lightly pulled open the door, lightly closed it, making no extra sound, afraid of disturbing Fang Ziye's thinking.

Actually Hu Qingyuan didn't know, Fang Ziye at this moment wasn't conducting any thinking, but just emptying his mind, letting himself not think of anything for a short while.

This continued for roughly ten minutes, then Fang Ziye went out to check the preoperative examination of tomorrow's planned surgery patients.

After roughly scanning through a check, Fang Ziye then left the department.

……

Luo Tingzhu's luggage was formally packed, already placed inside a pink suitcase.

Her snack pack was also stuffed full, inside stuffed with her "provisions"!

When Fang Ziye returned home, Luo Tingzhu was unpacking express deliveries for Fang Ziye: "Senior Brother, bought you a few sets of clothes and shoes, there are shirts, there are leather shoes."

"You wear them as you see fit?"

"When there are formal occasions, still need to pay a bit of attention to image."

Fang Ziye nodded: "Thanks, you're busy yourself, yet still looked at things for me."

Luo Tingzhu shook her head: "I was looking at skirts and clothes myself anyway, just looked incidentally."

"Remember to eat on time yourself, I'll take good care of myself too."

Then, Luo Tingzhu said: "I didn't go reserve Xiang Cai; I feel that the reason I helped her wasn't to feel I redeemed her, just hope she can have a relatively stable university life."

"So, gave her an opportunity; the rest is for her to strive for."

"Before, for tuition she could take that step; she should have some planning for her future; in her planning, there's no me, and no Chen Xixian."

"So, we'd better not disturb her too much."

Fang Ziye listened, quite appreciative: "Put that way, our Luo Tingzhu young girl has really grown up, and thoroughly matured."

"Also become more charming."

A woman's mark of maturity isn't simply being proficient in human relations and emotion management, even providing emotional value.

That's a social butterfly.

True maturity can fail to master human relations, but must be able to find one's positioning, do things fitting one's positioning.

Not suppressing emotions and not acting coquettish, keeping a straight face and enduring grievances, unwillingly providing emotional value, or navigating human relations scenes, even doing accompanying eating and drinking.

This is Fang Ziye's understanding.

"Annoying." Luo Tingzhu rolled her eyes at Fang Ziye, lowered her head and started organizing her book collection, stacking them, then putting them into the study.

These books, she didn't plan to take back to Enshi, but would read next time she came.

"Tingzhu, actually, if Liao Ge knew you guys can think like this now, he probably wouldn't be especially angry either."

"Truly thinking about what you want, what you're doing, what purpose doing things has, rather than hot-headedly being a Holy Mother — that's what he wants to do."

"Otherwise, Liao Jia would just give Xiang Cai a sum of money to send her away and be done with it."

"Of course, Liao Ge also likes fun, feels life too lacking in fun, so wants to play a bit."

"Just don't know if he'd still be playful now." Fang Ziye smiled.

"Who knows, supposedly Teacher Liao is having a great time traveling, definitely won't want to return to the country anytime soon."

Luo Tingzhu said: "Forget it, Senior Brother, don't think about this matter anymore."

Luo Tingzhu continued: "Senior Brother, I'm now a staff member at Teacher Deng's Postdoctoral Mobile Station, so later I still need to find a laboratory myself, and bring a few of Teacher Deng's students over."

"Senior Brother, you don't need to deliberately spend any time for me, I'm telling you this not to have you help me do things!"

"Of course, I'm also not doing it to show self-reliance, hoping Senior Brother you won't do anything for me, making that kind of alternative inferior choice."

"I just want to say, I also have things to do."

Luo Tingzhu spoke a bit awkwardly, yet gradually became more composed and natural.

She could calmly accept Fang Ziye helping her, because she had already recognized her own capability baseline.

With Fang Ziye's help, doing things would become more relaxed, time to complete tasks shorter.

Without Fang Ziye's help, then more tiring, time a bit longer.

Whichever kind, she could calmly accept, because both would inevitably reach the endpoint.

……

After Fang Ziye saw Luo Tingzhu into the station, on the drive back, Fang Ziye's mood became more and more calm.

Someone said, if a woman can accompany a boy's growth, it's a very happy thing.

Actually, the reverse is also true.

And if two people can mutually accompany each other's growth and maturity, that is immense happiness and luck.

Boyfriend-girlfriend dating, when it comes down to it, can't leave that thing's matter, this is human instinct, but if only relying on that thing's matter, ultimately it's just mutual need, mutual filling, can't be called blending.

What about Luo Tingzhu?

Excellent at times, foolish at times, sometimes very stupid, yet sometimes especially smart, sometimes especially dumb.

Fang Ziye still feels this way now, but the actual Luo Tingzhu is still very charming, the closer to the real her, you'd discover, such a girl standing alive before you, edges and corners distinct.

Not the extreme attributes inside two-dimensional, nor a pure ordinary family, personality not especially gentle and refined, even a bit strong-willed.

"If she didn't have the must-be-strong attribute, she'd be completely perfect." Fang Ziye shook his head.

Phone rang again, Fang Ziye answered via steering wheel.

"Director Fang, the instruments you want, we've all prepared and warehoused, can be used directly tomorrow."

"Our company specially dispatched two engineers, two Instrument Application Specialists for you, they're all dedicated to serving you." Dabo Instruments Company's Manager said fawningly.

Different from the instrument company Liu Xiao is at, Dabo Company is one of the top domestic instrument companies, financially strong.

Even more clear that if a top professor like Fang Ziye can cooperate on something with the company, how much profit and output it would bring.

So, Dabo Company directly equipped Fang Ziye Team with domestically relatively top-tier team, Song Tingzhen continued: "Of course, this is just the standing arrangement."

"If Director Fang you have any other needs, call anytime, not saying more, forty-fifty people, can arrive that very night."

"One or two hundred people, guaranteed to arrive the next day! ~"

A large instrument company, if it only has a handful of people, can't reach this kind of scale.

Reality isn't a novel, valuations of tens or hundreds of billions, result is just a dozen people operating the company.

A huge industrial institution, must have multiple departments all operating actively, including R&D, Instrument Application, Instrument Guidance, Instrument Promotion, including new product registration and filing, all have dedicated teams……

Fang Ziye replied: "Then trouble Manager Song."

"If there's a need, I'll definitely consult your company's Instrument Guidance teachers."

Song Tingzhen hurriedly said: "Director Fang, called Instrument Guidance, isn't that just giving themselves a nice title? In front of Director Fang you, they're not even qualified to be students!"

"Just that they can exert some effort, Director Fang you use them at ease, all briefed."

Song Tingzhen quite smartly didn't talk about other things.

Ordinary gift-giving is giving money.

Higher-level gift-giving is giving the other party peace of mind.

Song Tingzhen can't give the highest-level life value self-actualization, so can only try not to disturb too much on Fang Ziye's "arrogance" pursuit.

Fang Ziye doesn't ask for money, he absolutely won't say it, if someday he hints, he won't be short a single cent!

"Director Song, then hope we can cooperate happily."

"However, even if after cooperating for a while, I also may not necessarily use all your company's products."

"Different companies' products, advantage points are different oh." Fang Ziye also explained.

"That's natural, we wouldn't dare guide Director Fang your treatment plan and instrument application."

"Moreover, our company's principle is, even if Professor Fang you have us go procure competitors' products, if our company so much as frowns, that's us being presumptuous." Song Tingzhen's attitude expressed very obviously.

"……"

Fang Ziye drove directly to the hospital.

Thought a bit, Fang Ziye still conveniently bought two fruit baskets, brought them together to Hepatobiliary Surgery.

Right now, Yuan Weihong is in the office chatting with Hepatobiliary Surgery's Xu Haoyang, only Shimu and Xiao Qi are at bedside.

Old Grandpa's condition also improved some, smiling teasing his maternal granddaughter, smile almost melting open.

Little Qi child while searching, while asking: "Grandpa? Here hurt not hurt?"

"Grandpa, here? Definitely very hurt right?"

Old man said: "Originally a bit hurt, my Qiqi just blew once and it doesn't hurt anymore."

Little Qi instantly puffed up angrily, like blowing a balloon turning around and around at bedside.

Little Qi's maternal grandmother follows behind, avoiding her getting bumped.

Shimu watching this scene, finally revealed a knowing smile: "Ziye, you just took office, quite busy."

"Workdays don't come over! ~"

Fang Ziye said: "Auntie, I'm just downstairs; on workdays I can just come up one more floor."

"And once Tingzhu leaves, I won't have anywhere to eat when I go back. Your cooking is so good..." Fang Ziye was completely shameless.

"What does Professor Fang like to eat? I'll go buy vegetables later." Xiao Qi's grandmother asked.

"Grandma, I'm not picky; I'll eat whatever there is." Fang Ziye said with a smile.

Fang Ziye changed his address, but he did not follow Xiao Qi in calling her "jiajia"; instead, he directly called her "Grandma."

"Mom, I'll go buy later, then send Xiao Qi back." The master's wife said.

Only then did Fang Ziye walk to the old man's side, look at his wound recovery, and focus on examining the residual function of his bilateral lower limbs.

The examination results were not good; after all, when he was injured, Fang Ziye had already prepared for amputation.

His recovery would not be transferred because he was the master's wife's father, nor would it become mild because Fang Ziye valued him.

After examining everything, Fang Ziye and the master's wife walked out together, turning his head to say: "Auntie, Grandpa's legs are in very bad shape; amputation may be necessary."

"Mm, your Master has talked to me about it many times."

"There's no way around it; Ziye, you can't do anything either, so we can only accept it."

"Besides, aren't artificial intelligence prostheses developed now?"

"Get a pair fitted then, and he can still walk."

"Ziye, don't put psychological pressure on yourself; do whatever you think is right." The master's wife said.

She understood Fang Ziye best, and also chose unconditional trust in Yuan Weihong.

A leg that even Fang Ziye couldn't save would probably be hard to save no matter where he went; even if the world's top doctors came, they would face the same consequence—this is fate!

He felt regret in his heart, but would not feel it was a pity.

"Thank you for your understanding, Auntie, but I'll try my best to think of a way." Fang Ziye said.

"Thank you, Ziye." The master's wife gave a thumbs-up.

She could still talk to her father now, and her father's consciousness was still clear; even if the young man before her had made a trip to the Underworld, she already felt it was lucky.

Inside, Xiao Qi's clear voice came out: "Grandpa, our teacher said rankings are not allowed in future exams."

"There are still a few days until the final exam."

Well, although Xiao Qi was Yuan Weihong's daughter, she was not a straight-A student; her studies were not very good.

But it did not affect her happiness.

Evening, nine twenty-three.

Fang Ziye was still at home thinking about tomorrow's surgical patient's surgical plan when his mobile phone buzzed with vibration.

Fang Ziye originally thought it was a message from Luo Tingzhu.

But unexpectedly, it was images sent by Hu Qingyuan and the others.

Four images, respectively using tofu and other practice instruments to write four characters: "Happy Birthday! ~"

This might be the birthday gift the three small ones made up for Fang Ziye.

Tian Yao and Feng Junfeng's debridement technique levels could carve three-dimensional characters; Fang Ziye could accept that calmly, after all they were already Doctors.

Hu Qingyuan could actually carve them now; that was extraordinary.

Was he practicing very hard?

Probably prepared long ago; just that on his own birthday, Hu Qingyuan hadn't reached the standard, so he delayed the three people's gift.

Although the time had passed now, the three small ones still sent the images over.

There was no physical carrier, nor was it a real gift.

But Fang Ziye saw it and still felt quite happy; he typed in the small group: "It's still more than eleven months until my birthday; you all keep working hard."

One sentence blew up the few small ones.

Feng Junfeng: "Ah?"

Tian Yao: "Master, if you're going to PUA us like that, life would be too meaningless."

Fang Ziye's birthday had just passed half a month plus a bit, but indeed there were only eleven months plus left until the next birthday.

"I'm just telling the truth!" Fang Ziye said.

"It's not like I'm not treating you to a meal."

Feng Junfeng immediately said: "Master, we wouldn't dare; on your birthday, it belongs to the master's wife; no one can snatch her away."

Feng Junfeng had already become shameless enough to tease Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye then played his ultimate move: "So, Feng Junfeng, what about you?"

"As a Doctoral student at Zhongnan Hospital, are you still single?"

Feng Junfeng immediately retorted: "Senior Brother Li Yuanpei is also single, Senior Brother Xiong Jinhuan is also single; they are the ones who led us astray."

"Master, you go find them..."

Fang Ziye put on his Master's airs: "They are they, you are you; they are not my students; early on, if the opportunity is suitable, go get out of being single."

Tian Yao at this moment suddenly sent an image of a paper acceptance in the group, with a tone full of grievance: "Master, we have this; don't PUA us anymore, okay?"

"Being a single dog is already miserable enough."

Fang Ziye sneered: "This thing might seem rare to others, but you have bad luck; using this can't shut your teacher's mouth."

"This is your choice, which is also your fate."

"More than what?" Fang Ziye casually opened his email, took a screenshot, and posted it in the group.

As for showing off with SCI paper acceptance screenshots, Fang Ziye now feared no one.

These were all accumulated by Fang Ziye over so many years; not showing off, but surpassing showing off.

The three people in the group instantly wilted again...

Fang Ziye never played by the rules, and every move Fang Ziye made caught them off guard.

"Alright, you all go back and get some proper rest first."

"Being able to think about posting articles is still not bad." Fang Ziye saw the group fall silent for a while, and still soothed them again.

It's just that the atmosphere in the group was really killed dead by Fang Ziye; Hu Qingyuan and the others didn't show their faces to speak again.

It wasn't until about half an hour later that Hu Qingyuan private messaged Fang Ziye: "Master, us now, can we really fall in love?"

"Hm? You have an object?" Fang Ziye asked.

At the same time, Fang Ziye immediately took a screenshot and sent it to Luo Tingzhu, inviting Luo Tingzhu to eat melon together.

Luo Tingzhu didn't know what she was doing, but after seeing the message she immediately video called over.

"No object yet, but there's someone I like, just I'm uncertain whether to start pursuing her or not." Hu Qingyuan said.

Hmm...

Fang Ziye listened and felt a bit ball-achy.

Is it suitable for you to talk about this kind of topic with me, this teacher?

Shouldn't you find your friends and have them act as military advisors? Or do you not even have friends like that?

"Who is it? You go chat yourself; pursuing a girl requires chatting first." Fang Ziye said.

Hu Qingyuan said: "Chen Xixian, Master you seem to recognize, and you play pretty well with Tingzhu Senior Sister."

"But her family background is too good, I don't dare."

Fang Ziye looked and jumped in fright.

"???"

"You can even like this type?" Fang Ziye relayed to Luo Tingzhu on one hand, and typed a reply to Hu Qingyuan on the other.

Chen Xixian, her looks definitely have it; a rich-raised daughter as long as she's not distorted in form, won't be ugly to any extent.

But others are young-lady temper, this one is a real young lady.

Having young-lady temper is true nature.

Fang Ziye couldn't be this military advisor.

Luo Tingzhu was silent for a good while before saying: "Then I estimate it's pretty hanging; Chen Xixian definitely won't like Hu Qingyuan this type."

"And Hu Qingyuan is younger than Chen Xixian."

"Doesn't count as young either; two years old no gap."

Hu Qingyuan replied: "Counts as good impression ba."

"I just feel she's quite real."

Fang Ziye typed: "Then Master gives you a suggestion, put down the mobile phone now, go wash a bathtub, then sleep a dream; in dreams everything exists."

"Even if Qingyuan you want to progress further, this Chen Xixian is also not someone you can move."

"First there are these several points."

"One, she might not like your type."

"Two, what you understand as surprise, in her view might be very naive; even what she understands as surprise is completely different from what you and I understand."

"Three, her lifestyle state, you also find very hard to easily integrate into..." (Chapter End)