Chapter 749

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

"Is Le Yuan's surgery today definitely being done by Professor Fang?"

"Professor Fang agreed to it in the outpatient clinic before, but last time's puncture procedure, my daughter said it wasn't Professor Fang who performed it."

Fang Ziye walked to the office doorway and heard Le Yuan's father's pressing questions.

Le Yuan was admitted under Professor Ceng Duoqin's beds; the bed-managing doctor was Dai Zhusheng, a first-year professional Master's student, who was now being pressed to the point of impatience. He tilted his head and nodded, his tone bitter:

"It's definitely Professor Fang doing the surgery. The previous puncture was a diagnosis, a diagnostic procedure! Not treatment. I've already explained this to you many times."

"Professor Fang agreed to do Le Yuan's surgery, but you can't demand that everything be done by Professor Fang, right?"

"Does drawing blood also have to be done by Professor Fang?"

The middle-aged man, hearing this, forced an awkward smile: "I'm just confirming. As long as Professor Fang is the lead surgeon, that's fine."

"We don't understand these things either."

The middle-aged man saw Fang Ziye walk into the office and hurriedly jogged over, greeting him: "Director Fang, today my daughter's surgery is being led by you, right?"

Fang Ziye felt deeply grateful for Le Yuan's father's trust, but his behavior did not show respect to Professor Ceng Duoqin and the others.

Fang Ziye smiled and nodded: "We'll go do the surgery after handover. You don't need to be overly anxious."

"What I promised you, I will definitely do."

"The bed-managing doctors in our department are at least professional Master's students. Their advice to you is professional. If you don't understand, just accept their explanation; there's no need to forcefully demand full transparency."

Fang Ziye lifted his wrist: "It's not early anymore. We need to hand over."

"Would you mind stepping out?"

The middle-aged man hurriedly retreated from the office while replying: "Professor Fang, I'm leaving now. I'm heading straight to the operating room. My daughter has already been taken in."

The middle-aged man's departing back was hurried, yet his expression of fear of offending Fang Ziye was deeply imprinted in the minds of quite a few junior Master's students.

When Fang Ziye turned back again, Huang Nonghua, Dai Zhusheng, and the others all hurriedly sat up straight. Only Fang Ziye's own students, accustomed to his temperament, showed no excessive fear or apprehension.

After a normal handover, the Head Nurse raised an issue: "Our department has a high daily surgery volume, so bed-managing doctors must pay close attention to postoperative orders."

"Our Nursing Department comrades must also do a good job of verification work. Don't let any elementary mistakes occur."

Hearing the Head Nurse's words, Lan Tianluo, who had just woken up, widened his eyes, his voice barely a whisper: "Head Nurse, did someone write a wrong order again?"

Yesterday at handover Huang Xiaowei had just mentioned this kind of thing, and today Huang Xiaowei brought it up again. This was something Lan Tianluo, as Chief Resident, couldn't bear.

But Huang Xiaowei didn't snitch: "Just pay attention next time."

"Although I know you bed-managing doctors are under a lot of pressure, needing to follow surgeries, practice techniques, and write papers."

"But clinical work is still the most fundamental. You can't be negligent."

"Director Fang, that's it. It was corrected in the end anyway."

Fang Ziye nodded upon hearing this, glanced at Lan Tianluo, and said: "The new campus just opened, and unlike the first day, there are quite a few inpatients in our ward."

"Each of you manages many beds. The tasks and workload are heavy. This may affect your learning rhythm in other aspects."

"But this kind of thing, we can only slowly think of a way."

"The campus just opened. No one could predict we'd have this many patients, so we didn't dispatch enough bed-managing doctors in advance……"

Zhu Quanlin heard this and proactively raised his hand: "Director Fang, it was me who didn't write the orders properly yesterday."

"It's been a long time since I personally managed beds."

After Zhu Quanlin spoke, everyone's expressions froze for a moment.

In prefecture-level city hospitals, Attending Physicians managing beds is commonplace, but at Zhongnan Hospital, once you reach Chief Resident level, you no longer personally manage beds or write medical records. Your responsibility is teaching tasks.

But after moving to the new campus, Zhu Quanlin and the others had no choice but to pick up bed-managing work again.

This is an imbalance of supply and demand caused by overly limited bed-managing doctor resources and excessive patient volume.

Fang Ziye thought carefully and said: "Tian Yao, you hand over your managed beds for now, then go manage beds in Professor Wang's group."

Tian Yao was a bit bewildered but still nodded obediently.

Zhu Quanlin's eyes immediately flashed upon hearing this: "No need, Director Fang. I can handle it."

Zhu Quanlin thought Fang Ziye misunderstood him as complaining. Actually, he was afraid the junior Master's students would suffer undeserved disaster.

As Chief Resident, Lan Tianluo definitely wouldn't dare flare up at an Attending Physician. But if a Master's student made a mistake, Lan Tianluo would be the current manager, the head of the department.

"It's settled then. I'll call the Residency Training Office and the Progress Office later to have them send over more bed-managing doctors." Fang Ziye proactively took this matter upon himself.

Currently, the new ward has no Teaching Director. The current Orthopedics Department Teaching Director is still at the main campus, so arrangements can't be this thorough.

Fang Ziye also came up from the Resident Physician stage. He couldn't let them bear all the pressure.

With families to support, there are many miscellaneous chores to handle.

……

In January, Han City's cold wind was biting, freezing to the bone.

Yet the operating room's air conditioning was still on cold mode, enough to raise goosebumps.

But to ensure the lead surgeon didn't sweat too much during surgery, the anesthesiologist and circulating nurse could only each add a vest to temporarily ward off the cold.

On the operating table, Le Yuan had already finished her spinal anesthesia, but her clear voice was still bright: "Professor Fang, Professor Ceng, thank you for your hard work."

"Actually, don't blame my parents for being annoying. We fundamentally don't understand medicine. After hearing other doctors' advice, you became my lifeline."

"My parents are just considering my condition."

Ceng Duoqin replied: "Director Fang's superb technique is an industry consensus. From my standpoint, I also support you finding Professor Fang."

"It's just that Professor Fang is ultimately only one person. There's a limit to what his two hands can do."

"That's why we mediocre folks get to have a bowl of leftover rice to eat."

Fang Ziye glanced at Ceng Duoqin, but Ceng Duoqin made a shushing gesture, wanting to hear how Le Yuan would answer, and wasn't really angry.

After all, he's a veteran actor.

Le Yuan indeed grew anxious: "Professor Ceng, we didn't mean it that way, your technique is certainly also quite, quite good."

"Zhongnan Hospital is a top-tier tertiary teaching hospital in the province, it's just that I personally happened to learn Professor Fang's technique is better, and I also found a connection."

"If it weren't for my teacher's connection, it would be very difficult for me to get Professor Ceng to treat my illness."

"I might not even be able to get an appointment."

"Professor Ceng, I'm actually very afraid, so I want to find a doctor who sounds the best to me, whom I've heard of, with the best technique."

"Please don't blame me, okay?"

"After all... after all..." Le Yuan's voice changed somewhat.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye felt Ceng Duoqin was a bit "excessive."

Old Grandpa, this is a little girl of about twenty, just diagnosed with osteosarcoma, is it really appropriate for you to PUA her?

"After all what after all?"

"You're not missing an arm or a leg, the essence of tumor cells is the excessive proliferation of normal cells, cut off the proliferation source and that's that."

"Do you have anything special about you?"

Ceng Duoqin leaned against the wall: "You can still look down on us ordinary professors, you're still an optimistic, active young lady, you're still a university student, your future still has infinite possibilities."

Fang Ziye fell silent.

This was the first time he truly participated in the entire process of a bone tumor patient's consultation, Fang Ziye knew even more that bone tumor patients' diagnosis and treatment is not only physical treatment, but also requires a certain degree of psychological adjustment!

"Professor Ceng, I didn't think that way." Le Yuan's voice gradually became fearful.

"That's how it is, you're a new era university student, you have your own thinking, your own cognition, even more your own unique cognition channels, far more advanced than us old folks."

"Even now you still know what osteosarcoma is all about."

"It's just that you're not a medical major after all, so your understanding of the essence of tumors isn't clear enough."

"Anyway I've seen a lot, and I'm used to being scolded! ~"

"Being disliked by patients for decades isn't something I haven't encountered, at this age to still be 'ignored' for decades by a young lady like you, counts as my good fortune too." Ceng Duoqin continued his unconventional PUA.

"Professor Ceng, decades? Can I really?" Le Yuan extracted the keyword, voice trembling slightly.

"What's not possible about that?"

"Just a local lesion, cut it out and it's done."

"Internet diagnosis, wherever it hurts can lead to whole body paralysis, hemiplegia, late-stage cancer as a starting point..."

"Those who popularize these things can't even distinguish TNM clearly, so don't let them scare you."

"Your Professor Fang is still waiting for you to continue 'favoring' him." Ceng Duoqin said.

"I didn't..." Le Yuan grew bashful.

"Whether you did or not it's all the same, I've lived in vain at this age."

"Sigh. No way, people get old, in the end they're just destined to be disliked."

"Professor Fang, let's start working..." Ceng Duoqin said this and stood up.

"Good." Fang Ziye spoke the first word after entering the operating room.

The surgery process wasn't complex either, just the microcirculation instrument's microcirculation interruption surgery, and this was a relatively simple femoral mid-segment microcirculation construction.

Much simpler compared to the spinal canal arteriovenous microcirculation construction Fang Ziye had done before.

Excluding the sterile draping time, Fang Ziye's overall operation time was only about twelve minutes.

Therefore, from Le Yuan being covered with the sterile anesthesia drape to having it lifted, only about twenty minutes passed.

At 8:33, Le Yuan regained her vision: "This?"

"It's over just like that?"

"Yeah? It's over just like that, after the microcirculation instrument goes on you can return to the ward, after several rounds of chemotherapy look at the chemo effect then see how to do surgical resection."

Ceng Duoqin also didn't know why he was particularly interested today: "Could it be Professor Fang's technique is too good, you feel the surgery time was too short?"

"Or our handsome anesthesia guy's technique is too good, you could still feel the surgical details during the process?"

"No no! ~" Le Yuan hurriedly waved her hands.

"Professor Ceng, I feel a faster surgery is pretty good, fast surgery proves the condition isn't very severe."

"Then you go back." Ceng Duoqin said.

Le Yuan tilted her head to look at Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye at this moment was discussing the microcirculation interruption surgery's operation details and basic principles with Xu Gongming and Li Hanyao the two attending physicians, not even giving her direction a single glance.

Fang Ziye's "high cold" made Le Yuan both relieved and disappointed.

The relief was, such a high-cold doctor usually has very good technique, so he didn't treat her as some special patient to take care of, just a stranger met by chance.

The disappointment was feeling Fang Ziye was too lacking in human warmth, she seemed to only rely on him, yet he never once looked at her properly...

Being completely ignored by a handsome guy, Le Yuan felt was another source of disappointment.

Outside the operating room.

Le Yuan's parents were also very surprised, seeing Le Yuan come out, her mother hurriedly asked further: "How come you came out so fast?"

"You only just went in? Forty-some minutes?"

Le Yuan's father immediately asked: "Was it Professor Fang who did the surgery?"

"My friend Professor Shen from the Provincial People's Hospital said, must have Professor Fang as lead surgeon."

"One hundred percent must find him. Otherwise it's still not as good as going to Provincial People's Hospital."

Le Yuan nodded: "Dad, it was Professor Fang who operated, he said the operation process went smoothly, nothing special."

The bed-management doctor who escorted the patient out replied with a smile, "Rest assured, Professor Fang personally performed every step of Le Yuan's surgery — from disinfection to skin incision and suturing."

Le Yuan's father heard this, his face turning dark red, but for the sake of his daughter's health he still explained, "Thank you, thank you!"

"Please convey our gratitude to Professor Ceng and Professor Fang later."

Dai Zhusheng pursed his lips without answering; inwardly he was extremely displeased, yet he dared not show it.

A professional master's graduate student — at Zhongnan Hospital he isn't even the most basic grunt; what temper could he have, what temper would he dare have?

……

Inside the operating room, Fang Ziye reined in the topic: "In truth, microcirculation interruption surgery, when explained thoroughly, is just this — no overly profound operation, simply diverting part of the circulation back into the main circuit after interruption."

"The other part completes local circulation through the microcirculation instrument."

"Chemotherapy drugs act and metabolize within the local circulation, so they don't affect other organs. This way the drug dosage can be increased."

"This is a new treatment plan; Professor Ceng, you have autonomous decision-making authority — under certain conditions, as long as it doesn't exceed fifteen times the chemotherapy throughput, you can formulate it yourself."

"My recommendation is to start at 5.5 times throughput." Fang Ziye shifted the topic.

Microcirculation instrument treatment of tumors has not undergone fundamental change in therapeutic drugs, only a fundamental change in drug delivery method.

Hearing this, Ceng Duoqin shook his head: "Fang Ziye, I feel that perhaps a chemotherapy plan starting at 4 times throughput, escalating stepwise, would be better."

Fang Ziye froze for a moment at these words.

Attending physician Xu Gongming pursed his lips and smiled: "Teacher Ceng, I said it — Professor Fang disdains reading our published papers."

"So he fundamentally wouldn't understand our stepwise ladder chemotherapy concentration clinical chemotherapy regimen."

Fang Ziye listened, his old face reddening.

Very honestly: "Sorry, Professor Ceng, I was ignorant and narrow-sighted."

Although Fang Ziye often reads literature, that doesn't mean he's read every single SCI paper!

Under different drug delivery methods there are still many sub-projects — for example, under the same delivery method, would different chemotherapy regimens yield more optimal solutions?

The answer is affirmative!

However this answer does not fall within the scope of Fang Ziye's previous research.

A research project's purpose is best kept pure.

Later, through fine-tuning these details, the microcirculation instrument's chemotherapy regimen can be further optimized to achieve better chemotherapy effects……

That would be another project entirely.

Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes, then suddenly his eyes lit up: "Actually, Teacher Ceng, if you want to do follow-up projects, you needn't limit yourself to conventional chemotherapy drugs."

"Some adjuvant drugs can also be added."

Ceng Duoqin, who was just enjoying Xu Gongming's sensible vindication of him, suddenly shuddered violently, whipping his head to an extremely extreme angle.

This whip guaranteed his sternocleidomastoid muscle was injured, but Ceng Duoqin couldn't care less about that much; his breathing grew rapid, his eyes turning red like a rabbit's: "Ziye, do you mean — let me collect some special patients?"

"Preferably patients with accompanying other basic disease types?"

Ceng Duoqin could reach the position of bone tumor professor at Zhongnan Hospital, emerging from the orthopedics sub-specialty where research involution is most severe — his research attainments are not something Deng Yong can compare to.

One point and he sees through it.

"Professor Ceng's formulation is quite good." Fang Ziye said with a smile.

"Our hospital's basic research, with sufficient foundation, can also be brought into clinical practice in an organized way for a walk."

At this moment, Fang Ziye could be considered to have completed the closed loop of his own research entry.

Letting his mentor's years of basic research achievements move from basic research into clinical practice, taking a small step.

As a trauma surgery doctor, Yuan Weihong would most likely find it very difficult to directly enter bone tumor specialty clinical research, unless there's a special opportunity — like Fang Ziye, with direct breakthrough research progress.

Ceng Duoqin laughed at his own foolishness, looking at Fang Ziye: "You, you sissy, are truly a caobian genius."

"With your thinking logic, even if you weren't a doctor and went into self-media taking the caobian route, probably few people on that track could outrun you."

Fang Ziye is truly "insidious"!

According to conventional research thinking, the current bone tumor specialty does not possess the capability to directly incorporate metformin, a diabetes treatment drug, into bone tumor chemotherapy regimens.

However if a patient simultaneously contracts diabetes, then develops bone tumor, metformin becomes a drug for treating diabetes.

No one can say you're using it wrong……

But if metformin, on the basis of controlling blood sugar, can make chemotherapy effects superior to patients not using metformin——

This objective comparison directly emerges.

The microcirculation chemotherapy regimen makes no correction to the basic chemotherapy regimen at all, only changing the medication method and concentration.

But this line of thinking is purely caobian, "taking desperate risks" to directly fuse 'crooked path' thinking.

According to normal logic, general lead surgeons during surgery try to select patients without basic diseases, to avoid other accidents during surgery — such as wounds not healing, etc……

Fang Ziye simply goes against the grain: first, it solves the source-of-patients problem — other professors don't want them anyway.

Second……

"Teacher Ceng, I'll take that as you praising me."

"Also, just now during the operation I carefully thought a bit — the microcirculation plastic surgery of our current microcirculation interruption surgery is actually still not perfect enough."

"If you and Teacher Wang Zongkai are interested, we can continue pushing forward — we can find a time to chat together."

"The specific plan I haven't thought out yet, but I always feel there must be some place we've overlooked."

"Microcirculation plastic surgery shouldn't be handled this troublesomely." Fang Ziye said.

Once he opened his mouth, Fang Ziye again hooked several people's appetites fully.

What is called human sentiment, what is called gift-giving.

Catering to preferences, that's all.

Fang Ziye's current catering to preferences is the highest-grade catering to preferences.

Although Xu Gongming and Li Hanyao both had expectations that following Fang Ziye to the new campus might let them pick up some 'small projects' to develop their own research foundation.

It was just that he hadn't expected the time to pass so quickly; the new campus had only been stable for a week, and Fang Ziye had already started scattering rice outward.

There's a saying that sounds unpleasant but is the truth.

As long as you have rice in hand, you'll have chickens behind you.

If you have research projects and SCI papers in hand, never mind students — academic groupies, academic young masters, academic simps, there are handfuls of them.

Those able to come for graduate studies, few don't have a research dream.

More people face the reality that this path doesn't work out, so they have no choice but to settle for other routes.

Doesn't mean they don't understand how fragrant this path is.

Truth be told, of those who go to university, aside from a tiny minority who go just for a job, there are still quite a few who harbor a dream of becoming a professor or researcher.

At least they've all thought about it.

And most who stay mixing in a top-tier tertiary teaching hospital, unwilling to go to a private hospital to earn money, all have certain expectations for academic and professional achievement.

They all still have dreams.

The more mature the age, the more one understands how far dreams are from reality.

Xu Gongming rubbed his hands, gaze burning as he looked at Fang Ziye, face slightly red as he said: "That, Ziye, actually my cooking skills are pretty good, how about it?"

"When will Director Fang grace my home with your presence for a gathering?"

"I'll bring the booze!!"

"I can bring booze, my family sells booze." Li Hanyao squeezed in very actively.

Ceng Duoqin cleared his throat: "You two don't fight, let's set it at my place this weekend, the renovation's all ready-made, I even built a wine cellar..."

"Ziye, what kind of booze do you like to drink?"

Xu Gongming: "..."

Li Hanyao: "..."

Competing in financial power with a mature professor and chief physician, the two of them could only retreat in defeat.

At nine twenty, Fang Ziye looked at the ward round report sent by Hu Qingyuan, and got a rough impression of the pre-op status and post-op outcomes of his group's patients.

Li Nuo sent over Friday's surgery schedule again.

"Ziye, tomorrow just schedule two surgeries, you've been rotating for several days, take a slight rest too!"

"That Bed 11 surgery schedule, I actively negotiated with them to next Monday, the patient and family both agreed."

"Okay, thanks Master Nuo! ~" Fang Ziye replied.

Fang Ziye got in the car, sent the message, then started the engine directly, preparing to rush to the main campus.

Li Nuo was still in the ward area, took a few photos and said: "Ziye, the new campus side, the beds are still too many."

"I took a look, Wang Zongkai and Ceng Duoqin's side, each person manages five or six beds, still a bit too many."

"After all, most of them are still students, with research and clinical learning pressure."

Fang Ziye drove onto the road, sent a voice message to Li Nuo: "Master Nuo, do you have any better solutions?"

"Our new campus still has too many beds; if divided into four groups it would be just right."

"How about Master Nuo you lead a group separately?"

Fang Ziye's voice was very formal.

Li Nuo listened, scalp instantly tingling: "Fang Ziye, you must not joke with your Brother Nuo, you want me to lead a group now? You trying to kill me?"

"Let me think, how about we temporarily hire a few medical assistants this month."

"Fang Ziye you bring it up to Medical Affairs, they should agree! ~"

Fang Ziye nodded: "That's a solution too, but currently our department still owes a huge pile of external debt, next month's salary might not even be paid out."

"Doing these ghost schemes at this time, I'm afraid the funds won't be enough! ~"

"The ward area is newly built, the department is self-financing, things taken from Logistics all require paying money first before they become inventory."

Li Nuo said: "Then you want a batch of interns over?"

"Our hospital's intern students are still quite a few."

Fang Ziye: "Also good, interns rotate every half month, those coming to our hospital for internship besides our own school's students, there are also many top students from specialty schools and prefecture-level city schools."

"Hmm... I'll ask Teacher Tang Sai later, have him help out."

Fang Ziye then hung up the phone.

Calling Tang Sai again, Tang Sai's tone became exceptionally solemn: "Professor Fang! ~"

"Teacher Tang Sai, just call me Ziye, it's like this..." Fang Ziye conveyed his meaning once.

Tang Sai heard this, immediately said: "Sorry, Professor Fang, I didn't consider thoroughly. Didn't allocate the bed-managing doctors well."

"Reallocating now definitely won't make it in time, next week I'll try to dispatch all our orthopedics intern students to your new campus."

"Coincidentally our hospital's intern system has been a bit bloated recently."

Fang Ziye heard this, stunned: "What does bloated mean?"

"Collected too much money..." Tang Sai didn't hide it from Fang Ziye, very bluntly punctured the fig leaf.

"Oh, like that, then we can't manage it."

"Thanks for the trouble, Teacher Tang Sai." Fang Ziye said.

"No trouble no trouble, Professor Fang, this is all what I should do." Tang Sai still very polite.

He wasn't familiar with Fang Ziye, but Fang Ziye's growth speed was too fast, not just surpassing him, even Professor Du Xinzhan's current limelight couldn't compare to Fang Ziye.

The topic should have ended with hanging up, but Tang Sai didn't hang up.

Instead, after swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva, he said in a low voice: "Professor Fang, can I make an impertinent request?"

"You also know, I've been a Deputy Chief Physician for many years."

"Right now, promotion to Chief Physician still lacks a bit of fire candidate; could Professor Fang give some guidance?"

Fang Ziye listened, his gaze flashing lightly.

Then he asked in a low voice: "Teacher Tang Sai, I heard that Professor Du Xinzhan focuses on clinical work, and usually carries out clinical research — is that so?"

Teacher Tang Sai's current professional level certainly has no problem; what he lacks for promotion to Chief Physician is research papers.

This thing called clinical research, its gold content is not high.

Professor Du Xinzhan was still very capable when he made his name, but as Yuan Weihong's generation of people doing basic research grew up, they brought the involution atmosphere to the Deputy Chief Physician circle.

At this time, people like Teacher Tang Sai who are not good at research can only become burial objects of the involution atmosphere.

"Right! ~" Tang Sai did not conceal; Fang Ziye now has the qualification to chat about facts as conversation material.

Fang Ziye said: "Teacher Tang Sai, actually your Joint Surgery clinical research is very easy to do, much easier than our Trauma Surgery."

"The hot trend for the first forty years was joint fusion, twenty years ago was joint replacement, now isn't joint preservation technique development blazing away?"

"Speaking honestly, it's just that I'm not Joint Surgery, otherwise I would have rushed in long ago."

"This direction is too good."

Tang Sai, hearing this, was a bit dumbfounded: "Ah? Good?"

"Mm-hmm, preserve hip joint, preserve knee joint, naturally contravening current surgical indications and Joint Surgery treatment guidelines direction, super big hot trend."

"Hot direction directly goes against guidelines, this wind opening is too open."

"Moreover, joint functional reconstruction has actually always been a big difficult problem for our Orthopedics; when we currently do functional reconstruction, we all revolve around joint functional reconstruction as center."

"But certainly not as professional as Teacher Tang Sai you."

"Of course, Joint Surgery as Orthopedics' noble specialty, we also can't casually ask Teacher Tang Sai to give guidance…"

Tang Sai swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva again, interrupted: "Director Fang, your new campus, still short of people? Can you squeeze in one more?"

Tang Sai almost had no hesitation whatsoever.

Fang Ziye subconsciously slammed on an urgent brake, a bit scared: "Teacher Tang Sai, don't mess with me, I still want to live a few more years."

"I'm afraid tonight Professor Du will dislocate my joints."

Du Xinzhan just stepped down from the Bone Surgery Chief position, and I myself recruit his most capable assistant to the new campus.

If I do this, Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong might both demolish me.

"Professor Fang, it was Professor Du who let me do this."

"We also don't need to mention what noble or not noble things… outsiders' jokes, why should we family still divide these?"

"Everyone is one family." Tang Sai's tone was exceptionally easygoing.

But Fang Ziye swears, counting back five years, at the Joint Surgery handover meeting, Professor Du Xinzhan himself said this kind of thing!

Because in Fang Ziye's memory, he heard a classmate who happened to be rotating in Joint Surgery complain in the group chat.

"Mm, Teacher Tang if you really have this kind of thought, then I certainly am very welcome."

"But Teacher Tang you must explain to Professor Du yourself, absolutely cannot have any misunderstanding occur! ~"

"After all, this proposal was raised by you." Fang Ziye said.

Tang Sai nodded: "Certainly, Professor Fang, on this point you definitely rest assured."

"If you don't rest assured, I'll have Teacher Du call you later."

At this time node, in a high-end community in Han City, Tang Sai sat at the desk top, box lid on his own eyes, face full of bitter laughter.

Tang Sai knew, his current expression, certainly somewhat ugly.

But hastily he doesn't need to look at his own face, he just needs to walk out of the previous psychological burden… (Chapter End)