Chapter 750: Medical Academic Genius Chapter 747: Thorny Halo!

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

Tang Sai believed the nature of a doctor's job was not great because work hours were not fixed; likewise, he also believed the job was still decent because work hours were not fixed.

As an Associate Professor, Tang Sai, who was slated for promotion to Chief Physician, had long since completed the necessary reserves of grassroots training, teaching, and technical accumulation; currently, he was only waiting for the competitive appointment for the professional title.

What he lacked was research achievements.

In a hospital of Zhongnan Hospital's nature, the evaluation for promotion from Deputy Director to Chief Director also required papers to provide a safety net; this was a macro environment he personally could not change.

The quota for Chief Physicians in every department was extremely, extremely scarce!

And the difficulty for every department to secure one more Chief Physician quota was even more difficult on top of difficult.

Today, Tang Sai carved out some time and paused on a non-surgery day.

Tang Sai did not choose to go out flying knives; he simply stayed home to rest, originally planning to condition his graduate students on one hand and organize an experimental progress report in the afternoon.

After finishing morning rounds, Tang Sai's time freed up, and he stayed home to calm down.

But right in this leisure time, Fang Ziye's call actually came through, and Tang Sai even took a very proactive step forward.

Tang Sai raised the glass cup of black coffee and gulped it down in one go; the bitter taste stimulated every taste bud.

Tang Sai still chose to drink it all down; his gaze gradually retracted: "Before, besides Yuan Weihong, the person closest to Fang Ziye was actually me!"

"But the only method I could think of was abduction."

"In terms of vision and boldness, I was already inferior to Liu Huanglong by more than a notch."

"If there were no variables, Teacher Du's position would definitely be passed down smoothly. Even if he placed high hopes on me."

Tang Sai was very grateful for Du Xinzhan's cultivation and had always strived hard.

But progress requires not only effort, but also opportunity; to a certain extent, opportunity is even more important.

Surveying the batch of people around forty in Orthopedics, Tang Sai felt the person giving him the most pressure was Liu Huanglong.

【22】 Professor Ceng Duoqin of the Bone Disease Department was equally formidable, but he was 'born at the wrong time,' running right into variables like Deng Yong and Gong Jiahe.

Although Professor Ceng Duoqin of the Bone Disease Department was equally formidable, he was born at the wrong time, running into variables like Deng Yong and Gong Jiahe.

The appearance of the two of them made it so Ceng Duoqin could only become a burial object for this age group; he had no chance at the Bone Surgery Chief position...

This was the trend of the times.

After hanging up the phone and swallowing the coffee, Tang Sai calmed down for nearly another quarter of an hour before dialing Professor Du Xinzhan's number.

After a brief report, Tang Sai calmly listened to Du Xinzhan's response.

"Fang Ziye really said that?" Du Xinzhan and Tang Sai were in the same group; their surgery days were synchronized. However, unlike Tang Sai, Professor Du Xinzhan had already gone to Immortal Peach City to fly knives.

Right now happened to be a surgical turnover gap.

"Teacher Du, that is what Fang Ziye said on the phone; I haven't confirmed it face-to-face."

"But according to the schedule, Fang Ziye will return to our hospital area today; I plan to find him after his surgery for a detailed talk in person."

"It's just that, Teacher Du, I did not consult with you in advance about this decision." Tang Sai's tone was steady, his expression like a pillar.

Du Xinzhan's side was also silent for a long while before he said: "Fang Ziye is a trailblazer, not a particularly perfect defender."

"His growth period inevitably requires someone to support him; during his growth period, it will also inevitably bring along many opportunities incidentally."

"The foundation of being people-oriented lies here."

"Tang Sai, you are also of this age; you analyze the pros and cons of many things clearly. Since you have decided, don't hesitate too much, don't be plagued by gains and losses."

"Following the trend isn't bad either." Du Xinzhan replied.

"Teacher Du, then I might have to leave the ward for a while." Tang Sai wanted to make it clear.

Du Xinzhan was not Tang Sai's Master; there was no 'Teacher-Student Relationship' between them, but Professor Du Xinzhan was his Benefactor.

He had lifted him all the way to his current position; if the hospital's operating rules were still those of twenty years ago, simply valuing technique, then Tang Sai would have been a Chief Director long ago.

But the times changed.

"Without walking out the door, at most one can only call it growth, completely unable to reach the step of maturity."

"Based on this principle, you must also pay close attention to one point."

"Fang Ziye is someone who has run all over; therefore, my understanding of him may still be relatively fixed."

"The labels I give you are not necessarily accurate."

"Write the application yourself; I'll just sign and approve." Du Xinzhan did not have the intention to necessarily keep Tang Sai bound by his side.

"Thank you, Teacher Du." Tang Sai replied with a smile.

Du Xinzhan was not a domineering person; he would not bind everyone by his side to control them. Du Xinzhan was also a very smart person.

It's just that the times changed.

Fang Ziye parked the car at the Basic Medical College and walked directly into the operating room.

It had been over four months since Fang Ziye returned from Enshi Sanatorium, and he had attended the Orthopedics weekly meeting as an Associate Professor; coupled with Orthopedics' current booming development momentum, various major research projects and grants pouring in.

This let many people recognize Fang Ziye; therefore, as Fang Ziye walked all the way to the operating room, there were still many people greeting him.

The gatekeeper grandpa of the hospital area's operating room hadn't forgotten Professor Fang either; he politely greeted Fang Ziye: "Professor Fang, your cabinet is still that one; your Director has always kept it for you."

"Thank you, Uncle Liu." Fang Ziye replied politely.

After receiving the scrubs, Fang Ziye walked into the changing room.

Standing before the locker marked 091, Fang Ziye felt a slight sense of reflection—

Whether online or in reality, there are actually quite a few people who have mentioned that Fang Ziye's generation did not catch the best era—

The operating room's changing room is divided into fixed lockers and shared lockers.

Generally speaking, fixed cabinets are the private territory of professors and directors; only a very small number of associate professors and deputy chief physicians might have fixed cabinets.

The reason for this "routine" is mainly based on the "environment."

Not long ago, because the professors' cabinets were fixed, many device vendors and pharmaceutical reps knew exactly what was inside them, and they would often be stuffed with all sorts of cigarettes, tea, and alcohol.

This atmosphere only gradually faded over a decade ago.

But the custom of fixed cabinets was retained, and nowadays no one dares to let device vendors and pharmaceutical reps visit the changing room cabinets at will.

After all, mobile phone functions are so advanced now, and it's the era of self-media explosion; no one dares to joke with their own future.

Even if they found something inside, they would turn it over directly, and this atmosphere naturally faded...

After these chaotic thoughts flashed through Fang Ziye's mind, he shook his head to dispel them.

Actually, where is there a best era? Actually, every era is the best era.

To Fang Ziye of today, this era is also the best.

For funds allocated by the state, individuals can obtain patents, teams can obtain patents, and they can profit through transfer.

The National Natural Science Foundation Committee supports collaboration between universities and enterprises, converting patents into actual products for export or import circulation.

Relying on this, Fang Ziye was able to embark on the road to initial financial freedom.

Thinking of this, Fang Ziye hurriedly opened his WeChat page again.

24 years have passed; the finance person from Chen Guangbai's company who previously coordinated with Fang Ziye still sent over the dividend report the day before yesterday.

Although what was sent was the fourth-quarter dividend, the amount was as high as 1.5 million plus!

Although this money, Fang Ziye would have to redistribute it internally after paying taxes, such as giving a portion to Liu Huanglong, Deng Yong, Lan Tianluo, and others.

What Fang Ziye could actually get his hands on was at least around 500,000.

500,000 in three months.

If he were purely practicing as a doctor, to earn this much performance in three months in the clinic, there's no doubt the Discipline Inspection Commission would step in directly.

Private hospitals and medical beauty are excluded.

Fang Ziye put down his phone and continued to put on his surgical gown, mask, and cap.

Doing research, getting rewards, getting patents, getting transfer fees—this is Fang Ziye's greatest confidence for being able to live comfortably as a doctor in the clinic.

Ten minutes later, when Fang Ziye slowly arrived at the operating room, Yuan Weihong and the others were already busy.

"Ziye, you're here so early? I thought you wouldn't come until eleven."

"Our first surgery isn't finished yet; your surgery as lead surgeon is scheduled for later."

"Go take a nap first..." Yuan Weihong said with a smile.

But unexpectedly, after he said that, another seven or eight minutes passed, and the sound of Fang Ziye snoring while leaning against the wall and sleeping rang out.

Yuan Weihong was stunned; he had only been polite in telling Fang Ziye to rest. Hearing the sound, Yuan Weihong sat up straight and glanced at Fang Ziye.

The sensible circulating nurse had already brought an isolation gown for Fang Ziye to drape over himself, and at this moment was tiptoeing away.

Yuan Weihong said in a low voice: "Jie Han, call Lan Tianluo and ask what this kid has been up to lately?"

Jie Han didn't need to call; he approached the operating table and replied: "Master, Senior Brother did four surgeries yesterday, and then took on an emergency case, working until past three in the morning."

"He was back in the operating room at eight this morning."

"I hear Lan's surgeries aren't minor ones."

Jie Han and Lan Tianluo still shared many things in private, and Jie Han was also actively asking Lan Tianluo what to pay attention to during his chief resident period.

He was already a doctoral student; although his professional skills couldn't compare to Lan Tianluo's, he was also preparing for the chief resident position.

Yuan Weihong felt heartache: "Surgery is mentally taxing and physically exhausting."

"But to drive him to this state, this surgery probably isn't a minor matter."

"Two years ago when he was chief resident, he stayed up forty or fifty hours and wasn't this tired."

Li Yuanpei suddenly stood up from his seat and said: "Brother Wei, the family member of Bed 13 sent me another message."

Yuan Weihong tilted his head, his eyes rolling: "What message did he send you this time?"

"Is someone asking him to find Fang Ziye again?"

Li Yuanpei nodded: "Yes, this time he says it's a big shot from Ji Province; he sent me the screenshots, hoping we can give him some face."

Yuan Weihong was speechless: "Why, how is this person so good at climbing up the pole?"

"The first two times he was honest, hoping Fang Ziye would give face and not lose his temper! ~"

"He's been pushed to the point of not being able to take it."

"It's only been a few days, and he's started this again; does he think he can manipulate us?"

Li Yuanpei naturally couldn't understand others' weird thought processes: "I don't know either, Brother Wei; I ignored him."

While Li Yuanpei was speaking, the phone rang.

Li Yuanpei walked out of the operating room with a helpless expression, glanced at Fang Ziye along the way, and answered the phone: "Hello! ~"

"Hello, Dr. Li, did you see the message I sent you?"

"Professor Fang isn't actually as unfeeling as you say."

"Help me out; the person who asked me to send the message is a particularly good older brother of mine; I really can't refuse here."

Li Yuanpei gave a template refusal: "Big Brother, I'm just a doctoral student; I don't have admission authority. You should ask Director Yuan or Professor Gong."

"Dr. Li, then push Director Yuan's and Professor Gong's WeChat to me." The middle-aged man said on the other end of the phone.

"Add them yourself; I dare not casually push the WeChat of superiors."

"Or push me the WeChat of a provincial standing committee member?" Li Yuanpei was also capable of being sarcastic.

The middle-aged man calmed down for a while before putting on his temper: "Dr. Li, I'm speaking to you kindly; don't be a hard-to-deal-with little ghost, okay?"

Li Yuanpei said: "Our hospital only has private WeChats; I can't give them. If you want to add them, add them yourself."

The middle-aged man then said: "Dr. Li, your family just runs a small company; it's not easy to operate."

"You should also be more considerate of your parents! ~ It's good for both you and me."

"Whether Professor Fang is willing to do the surgery is none of your business."

"I'm just asking you to give me Professor Fang's WeChat now."

Li Yuanpei was stunned upon hearing this, never expecting the other party to actually run a background check on him, and to say such things so brazenly.

Li Yuanpei laughed: "No, Big Brother, don't you know there's a device called a voice recorder nowadays?"

"Big Brother, don't you know, recording equipment can not only be used to collect evidence, but also for teaching scenarios, so I've had it on the whole time."

"I'll tell you right now, if my parents have even the slightest problem, we'll go straight to mutual destruction, unless you can be sure you can suppress everyone! ~"

Li Yuanpei felt like it was a dog day in his heart.

The anxiety of the past few days in middle age represented that his status was actually just so-so, it was just that he took himself too seriously.

Perhaps he was facing a rather special opportunity, so he had no choice but to reach out and seize it.

"Dr. Li, you're still too young, are you sure a doctoral student like you can go head-to-head with me?"

"Don't think things are too simple, okay?"

"Recording?"

"I'll just assume you do, but you're still too immature; you originally could have had a very good opportunity."

"But now there isn't one, hope you don't regret it." The middle-aged man on the other end hung up the phone first.

Li Yuanpei felt the other party must have lost their wits, not taking it seriously at all.

Having been in the clinic for a long time, he had seen scenes of patient family members threatening him face-to-face to be careful walking at night.

How could he be afraid of this?

Li Yuanpei was after all an orthopedic doctor.

When Fang Ziye woke up faintly, the time had already come to eleven twenty; Li Yuanpei had been watching the time, wanting to follow orders to wake Fang Ziye up at eleven twenty-five to go on stage.

"Ziye, you're awake?" Li Yuanpei smiled.

Fang Ziye looked back at the timing panel, slightly embarrassed: "Master, sorry, I fell asleep."

"How's the rest?"

"But even if it's not good, you still have to go on stage." Yuan Weihong said.

"I'll go to the restroom to wash my face first." Fang Ziye stood up on his own initiative and walked toward outside the operating room.

The sink outside the operating room was just a simple sink; washing your face here was immoral, and also a particularly low-level violation of the sterile principle!

The two surgeries scheduled to be carried out today in this hospital area were both routine surgeries; actually Yuan Weihong could do them, but it was only because the patient's family strongly requested Fang Ziye must be the lead surgeon, wanting better postoperative rehabilitation, that Fang Ziye came to do the surgery.

After the two surgeries ended, the time had only reached four forty-seven in the afternoon.

After finishing the core of the surgery, Fang Ziye was a bit hungry and also a little sleepy, so he took the initiative to say: "Master, can I go off stage to eat a meal first?"

"I'll go with you to do postoperative ward rounds later."

Postoperative ward rounds were a habit Fang Ziye had always kept; no matter where he was, he would go back to the ward to check the patient's postoperative condition after the surgery ended.

"Go, eat your meal and find some free time to nap a bit; we'll do ward rounds at six o'clock sharp, I'll call you then." Yuan Weihong said.

Although Fang Ziye had only worked thirty-plus hours from yesterday morning until now, and had taken a few short naps in between, the time wasn't long.

But everyone's workload wasn't simply calculated by time.

If working hours equaled value, there wouldn't be many people who could create more value than farmers.

Fang Ziye immediately went off stage to shovel rice.

Li Yuanpei had already decided to take the administrative management route, so he no longer got involved in going on stage, and followed Fang Ziye to the meal room.

The food in the operating room was bland, not particularly bad to eat, but the rice and meat were filling.

Thirty yuan per portion, generally paid fifty percent by the individual and fifty percent by the department.

After eating and drinking their fill, Li Yuanpei and Fang Ziye hurried toward the Orthopedics Building.

Li Yuanpei said: "Ziye, your skills are getting better and better."

"There are really a lot of patients coming for you; after you leave, Professor Gong Jiahe was joking that even if Fang Ziye you went to a private hospital, you'd be a walking source of patients, and there's no need to worry about the private hospital having no patients."

"And those who come to see you for treatment are mostly high-quality patients."

"There are too many people with economic strength who are begging you."

The doctor profession is not easy to get by in, because there are too many experts, and it's very hard to stand out.

But the doctor profession is also easy to get by in; as long as you can make it to the top nationwide or even worldwide, then you really don't need to worry about your 'goods' not selling.

Even if you just do a minor branch surgery, just the patients in Eastern Han are enough for you to eat for a lifetime.

Fang Ziye has definitely made it now.

Functional Reconstruction Surgery was originally created by Fang Ziye; the surgical quality Fang Ziye produced was the most excellent in both vertical and horizontal comparison.

On the level of 'functional impairment' patients, Fang Ziye is a 'one-of-a-kind' great doctor!

"Feels not bad." Fang Ziye nodded with a smile, feeling a sense of achievement.

The doctor he used to dream of should be like this.

Being able to do what others cannot, taking a surgery to the extreme, to the point where no one else can compare to you; you are the peak of that mountain, the man standing at the very top.

But back then, the dream, after all, was limited by experience, so even the dreams weren't bold enough.

And everyone might dream every day.

Now Fang Ziye's dream is not limited to being a great doctor for just one disease type.

What the eye can see is not just that small group of 'functional impairment' patients.

If Fang Ziye didn't have the panel, he would have laid flat already.

But there's no way around it — Fang Ziye has it, and he's still young now. If he just lies flat like this, just "degenerates" like this, Fang Ziye feels he truly owes it to his own capabilities.

"Not just 'not bad'?"

"Your master, my master — they're all jealous to the point of being unrecognizable."

"Even a top expert like Professor Gong Jiahe feels envy, jealousy, and hatred intertwined toward you. You've practically become what most medical students dream of becoming."

"Good technique — really makes things easy to coast."

"Premise is the technique has to be especially, especially good."

"As of now, you count as the best I've seen at coasting purely on surgical skill." Li Yuanpei was quite envious too.

It's just that Fang Ziye's realm is too far from his, so he can't quite bring himself to envy.

"I got lucky." Fang Ziye didn't deny it, but he wasn't proud either.

"Strength has nothing to do with luck, right?" Li Yuanpei's right hand went to the back of his head.

Fang Ziye emphasized: "Absolute strength has nothing to do with luck, but absolute strength isn't achieved overnight."

"During this accumulation period, it comes down to individual luck."

"Along this road I've met many benefactors. Even if they look worthless in many people's eyes, they're all my benefactors."

Fang Ziye's benefactors are not few in number.

Yuan Weihong is one, Deng Yong is one, Master Li Guohua counts as one, Uncle-Master Shen Tao from the Provincial People's Hospital is one.

Beyond that, there's Dean Chen Song.

As for Lan Tianluo, Jie Han, and the others — they're all companions on Fang Ziye's path. They don't count as benefactors, and Fang Ziye won't put them on a pedestal.

Li Yuanpei fell silent, recalling Fang Ziye's journey from start to finish.

It wasn't all smooth sailing either. Besides talent, the force of internal competition was always at work.

Though compared to some people, Fang Ziye's efforts still aren't enough, Fang Ziye has never slacked off.

This is the fixed pattern — effort will definitely bring returns, more or less.

Without effort, the returns definitely won't be as much as what effort brings, regardless of the circumstances.

Li Yuanpei said: "Fang Ziye, it's an honor to be the same age as you, to witness step by step the brilliance of your journey so far, and to still be able to see your future brilliance."

"Even if I'm not the one walking it, you living the way I want to live counts as winning freedom for me too..." Li Yuanpei's tone intertwined carefree, desolate, and yearning.

Fang Ziye glanced at Li Yuanpei: "There's also your help, Senior Brother Li."

"That's also something no one can deny."

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At the doctor's office doorway, Fang Ziye was just about to go in with Li Yuanpei to check the patient's postoperative orders.

Fang Ziye was stopped by someone.

The newcomer wore a mournful face, flustered, pale as a sheet: "Professor Fang."

Fang Ziye looked at the newcomer, brows furrowed tight: "Big Brother, your dad's surgery is already done — I did it personally. You still have any complaints?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, he'll be out of the OR any moment now."

The middle-aged man's voice cracked at those words: "Professor Fang, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have acted recklessly! ~"

He inexplicably uttered that line, then started lightly slapping his own face.

This action, in Li Yuanpei's view, seemed deeply meaningful.

But in Fang Ziye's view, it was purely idiotic — Fang Ziye had no idea what the man was performing.

Fang Ziye conveniently caught his raised hand: "Hey, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"How did I provoke you? You setting a trap for me here?"

"Next thing you know there'll be a video titled: 'Shocking — A Doctor Forces Patient's Family to Slap Themselves'?"

Fang Ziye started looking around, checking if anyone was filming, while also checking if the man had a camera on him.

He'd encountered this kind of thing before — though it was all handled, it still affects doctors to some degree.

"Professor Fang, no, I really came to apologize. I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"I really know I was wrong. I shouldn't have called to background-check you, and even more shouldn't have called Director Qu at the Provincial Health Commission saying I wanted to screw you over."

"Professor Fang, I'm in big trouble because of this now! ~"

"Could you trouble yourself to be magnanimous, open your mouth, and explain a word to Director Qu for me?"

"It really was just a misunderstanding!!!"

Fang Ziye's face turned cold, eyes darting: "You called the Provincial Health Commission to screw me?"

"And now you want me to help you call and explain?"

"No, when did this happen? Why did you want to screw me? Why background-check me? You even used some connection of yours."

"Where did I offend you, my brother?"

Fang Ziye really couldn't figure out where he'd offended the man.

He went from the main campus to the new campus, the man demanded he do the surgery, he agreed, and came back Thursday, and first thing arranged his father's surgery.

And now it's done.

Even the day before yesterday, he and another older sister came to find him, asking him to tactfully shift direction — Fang Ziye agreed to that too.

From Fang Ziye's angle, he'd already played the word "compromise" to a certain realm.

"Professor Fang, it's my problem, I had a pig-brain moment."

"I was wrong, I really know I was wrong."

"Professor Fang, would you call Director Qu for me? You're so close with Director Qu, would you call him for me?" The middle-aged man earnestly admitted fault.

Fang Ziye said: "Sorry, I don't know the Director Qu you speak of."

"And you're not wrong — you're just scared."

"Go away!"

"If you keep causing trouble, I'll report you to the Security Office." Fang Ziye was no Holy Mother.

There was no such thing as you stabbing me in the back, causing trouble, and then expecting me to clean up your mess.

Fang Ziye walked inside.

"Professor Fang... Professor Fang..." The middle-aged man grew anxious; if Fang Ziye didn't speak up, the trouble he had provoked today would be enormous.

To be precise, he had not expected Fang Ziye's background to be so strong.

Then he kicked forward again.

Li Yuanpei stopped him: "The office is a place for work, and there are other family members here now. If you have any questions, find your attending physician and your superior separately, alright?"

"Your attending physician is Liu Haihua, and your direct superior physicians are Qin Geluo and Director Yuan Weihong."

"I want to find Professor Fang... move aside..." The middle-aged man tried to squeeze further in.

How could Li Yuanpei let him have his way? Moreover, the duty doctor had moved from inside the office to the doorway and, at Li Yuanpei's instruction, called the Security Office.

"Professor Fang, Professor Fang, you can't just watch someone die without saving them, Professor Fang, I really know I was wrong, Professor Fang, I beg you, just make a phone call..."

"Otherwise I'll destroy everything..." The middle-aged man lay spread-eagled in the doorway.

"Move aside!"

"Move aside."

When a person is about to sink into a quagmire, the act of clutching at a lifesaving straw becomes extremely frantic.

This frenzy continued until the Security Office personnel arrived.

The Security Office personnel didn't argue with him; they directly restrained him.

"If you have any disputes with the doctors, report it to the police."

"If you believe there is a problem with the doctor's diagnosis and treatment process, you can go through judicial procedures."

He Qian Yong of the Security Office was tall and large, with a sturdy build, wearing a uniform, and his oppressive presence was even stronger.

"Professor Fang!" The middle-aged man widened his eyes again and roared loudly once more, as if falling into hysterical madness!

Fang Ziye didn't even turn his head.

The person was taken away, and Li Yuanpei followed to continue explaining.

Seeing this scene, a certain middle-aged woman in the ward patted her chest, feeling very frightened.

Fortunately, she hadn't gotten carried away thinking she was powerful; she had already taken a step forward and didn't continue to be insatiably greedy.

Otherwise, this person's fate would probably be her fate.

She didn't know this person, nor did she know where he worked, but she could tell that his social status was not low, and his relationship network was quite extensive.

It seemed, though, that his own relationship network had become his coffin board.

His relationship network was merely broad, not strong enough; once he provoked a place he shouldn't have provoked, it couldn't protect him anymore.

A full half hour passed before Li Yuanpei returned to the department.

Fang Ziye had already left the office and was lying down resting in the doctor's rest room; Fang Ziye couldn't sleep.

First, not much time had passed, fearing that if he slept he wouldn't wake up; second, because Li Yuanpei's family member had been taken away, Fang Ziye couldn't sleep with peace of mind.

"What's the situation?" Fang Ziye asked.

"That person behind didn't say anything more; anyway, he didn't cling to anything else, and currently has no special demands."

"But interestingly, people from his unit have come." Li Yuanpei said.

Li Yuanpei's gaze toward Fang Ziye became quite subtle.

Although the middle-aged man hadn't explicitly said what he had done, Li Yuanpei could still summarize a bit.

This middle-aged man had just told some Director Qu to deal with Fang Ziye, but ended up being handled by Director Qu himself.

The rumored poor relationship between Fang Ziye and the Provincial Health Commission was just the biggest rumor.

Could a certain director of the Health Commission be so capable if he were on bad terms with Fang Ziye?

"Let them come; anyway, we didn't call them."

"His father's rehabilitation still needs to be done properly."

"Disaster shouldn't affect family; his father is a patient in our ward, it's still a doctor-patient relationship, so we mustn't get it wrong."

"Instead, we should do it even better."

"To avoid any more disputes." Fang Ziye instructed.

Li Yuanpei said: "I know about this, Ziye. Do you have any arrangements this weekend? If you're free..."

"Surgery on Saturday, overtime meeting on Sunday!" Fang Ziye directly refused.

"Meeting? What meeting? Academic conference?" Li Yuanpei asked doubtfully.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "No, it's a meeting in the province; I'm just a small attendee, going to sit on the cold bench."

"Big Shot, farewell!" Li Yuanpei immediately retreated. (Chapter End)