Chapter 754

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

The layout of operating rooms is generally similar — square, walled, smooth but not slippery.

In the corner of the operating room, two people who looked quite old from the corner of the eye sat facing each other, backs straight, posture upright, standing out from the crowd.

The circulating nurse and the junior Master's student who noticed them enter didn't dare make a sound to inquire, fearing they might be old professors from some department coming over for a rest.

"Little... Guoqing, this Little Fang, his typhoon is far too steady, steadier by a very large margin than you were back then."

"Surgical thinking clear, incision precise and crisp, as if a fraction more would be excessive, a fraction less would be off." Qiu Zhenghua looked at Huang Guoqing, who had come with him, and said in a low voice.

The Little Huang of those years, Little Guoqing, have now not only grown up, but have been retired for many years, and are already over seventy years old.

"Teacher Qiu, my back then and Fang Ziye's present cannot be compared at all, the gap is too far."

"This Professor Fang Ziye?" Huang Guoqing also accompanied a smile and sighed, gently shaking his head.

"To witness the rear waves surging magnificently, this life has not been in vain."

"It's just that the more it is this time, the more one misses the old seniors..."

Qiu Zhenghua's two hands rubbed and kneaded, his tone hazy: "Throughout the ages, each has their own splendor."

"The era belonging to us has already been walked through by us..."

"Estimate this time, it is also my last time traveling far."

Huang Guoqing heard this and was momentarily at a loss for words, his old eyes reddening slightly: "Teacher Qiu, time really passes fast."

"Think back to when I first came to study, Teacher Qiu you really also..."

"In a blink, fifty years have passed."

Old Professor Qiu Zhenghua is already eighty-three this year, his body has been on a downhill slope for many years, after this trip, Qiu Zhenghua will probably truly withdraw from the clinical and research circles, retire completely to nurture his health, and never personally ask about worldly affairs again.

Everyone must submit to old age, no matter how magnificent Old Professor Qiu Zhenghua was in those years, now he is merely a doddering old man.

Physical strength declining, bodily functions degenerating, the current Old Professor Qiu Zhenghua would find even completing some surgical procedures common in Peking Union Medical College Hospital extraordinarily strenuous.

Tired for most of a lifetime, it should be time to rest.

Huang Guoqing continued: "Teacher Qiu, what exactly did Academician Ma seek you for this time? You still have to personally make a trip to Yangcheng?"

Huang Guoqing followed Qiu Zhenghua from Jingdu by flight to Yangcheng, then from Yangcheng took high-speed rail to Han City to rest.

Academician Ma Jun is nearly ten years younger than Huang Guoqing, but he went a bit farther, was elected Academician a few years earlier, and Huang Guoqing still politely calls him Academician Ma.

"For the matter of the article! A few days ago, Ma Jun sent me an email, saying the CAA editorial department replied to him, saying the clinical project he had discussed with the CAA editorial department for a long time was rushed/charged."

"The article had my name attached. Ma Jun asked me about it."

Qiu Zhenghua spoke to here, gently twisted his own neck: "Fang Ziye knows how to handle things, understands investing peach returning plum, we old fellows cannot shut ourselves away in lofty arrogance."

"The responsible handling of some trivial matters still has to be helped with, won't be able to help many more times in the future."

Huang Guoqing slightly startled: "Teacher Qiu, you are still leading a team doing a clinical project now?"

A divine journal like CAA has always been the private preserve of top-tier reviews; for ordinary original research articles to want to publish on it is extremely difficult.

Because publishing ordinary research articles would cause the journal's impact factor to drop, so the editorial department generally would not consider them, unless the quality is exceptionally outstanding.

Huang Guoqing is merely Qiu Zhenghua's junior, not a roundworm in his belly.

Last year Qiu Zhenghua specially backed Fang Ziye on a small matter, Qiu Zhenghua did not publicize it with great fanfare everywhere, and Huang Guoqing is already retired, currently only active in a few academic conferences and outpatient clinics, naturally would not pay special attention.

Huang Guoqing is already over seventy, his path has long reached its end.

"Not me leading, just conveniently helped a small favor. It was Fang Ziye who attached my name, probably for convenient submission."

"This article, a total of forty named authors, Huashan Hospital's Professor Gu also attached his name, but Professor Gu recently has matters delaying him, cannot get away."

"A Professor Fang of no reputation, suddenly rises and steps on an Academician, there must be some justification."

"Ma Jun is not from our orthopedics after all, won't easily ignore this matter." Qiu Zhenghua explained a few sentences rather subtly.

Huang Guoqing understood, if it were merely Fang Ziye leading alone, Academician Ma Jun's heart would probably have some thorns, but if there is an old orthopedics Academician leading the charge, and moreover his senior.

Strength insufficient, pushed down in comparison, no matter how much anger in the heart can only be swallowed, even after Qiu Zhenghua visits in person, he can only carefully accompany with a smile.

The visitor is a guest, and Qiu Zhenghua is of his teacher's generation, even older than Ma Jun's professor's mentor, and an early-famed Academician, cannot not give face.

Huang Guoqing even felt some jealousy: "Teacher Qiu, you are truly good to Professor Fang Ziye! ~ The kids at our hospital now don't have this favor."

Qiu Zhenghua glanced at Huang Guoqing: "Your meaning is, I haven't been good enough to you?"

Tone turning a few degrees colder: "Huang Guoqing, are you complaining I didn't help you enough?"

Huang Guoqing immediately shook his head explaining: "Teacher Qiu, you absolutely misunderstand!"

Immediately following, he shut his mouth like a child who misspoke.

On the operating table, Fang Ziye's student Tian Yao ultimately touched Fang Ziye's side and reported the matter that two uninvited guests of older age had come into the operating room.

Fang Ziye hurriedly glanced, his heart jumped, hurriedly swallowed back the words that had reached his lips.

When Qiu Zhenghua scolds people, he gives absolutely no face.

Back then, Fang Ziye had just come up with mangled extremity limb salvage surgery, heard two Academicians were visiting, orthopedics started to 'panic', had Fang Ziye come accompany them.

During the accompaniment the atmosphere was excellent, but once the two arrived at the department, they drew their knives, scolding Zhongnan Hospital Orthopedics from top to bottom into dog shit.

The Chief Resident was dispatched to 'accompany eating and drinking', department funds shifted east and west, research accounts a complete mess, are you afraid you won't die thoroughly enough?

Fang Ziye truly feared that during his lead surgery, he might get distracted and call out "Professor Qiu", and Professor Qiu would directly stand up and start outputting.

However, the surgery is already nearing its end.

Fang Ziye whispered: "Master Nuo, you step down first, call and reserve a private dining room for me, highest specifications."

Li Nuo's thoughts were all concentrated in reading the surgery, currently experiencing the details and exquisiteness of Fang Ziye's operation, head not raised: "Treat brothers to a meal, boxed meals or just go outside and make do with a meal is fine."

"Ziye, if you have time later, explain the details to watch for in this area's debridement technique again."

"Master Nuo, step down and arrange a private dining room; Old Academician Qiu Zhenghua is sitting in the corner." Fang Ziye stated his purpose directly.

Rustle.

Li Nuo, Su Xiao, Sun Shaoqing, and the others all raised their heads and stood up, looking toward the corner.

Li Nuo froze for three seconds, then came back to his senses, silently handed the retractor to Gu Junfeng, and began taking off his gloves.

Su Xiao's gaze grew chaotic; he looked at Fang Ziye, his face full of question marks.

Su Xiao was a graduate student at Zhongnan Hospital, but that was eighteen or nineteen years ago.

Zhongnan Hospital's Orthopedics Department is indeed formidable, formidable enough in Hubei Province, but even a powerhouse like Tongji Hospital's Trauma Surgery Department at that level has not yet produced a single homegrown academician.

No one who makes academician is a fame-seeker.

Su Xiao's eyes nearly rolled white, yet he still couldn't figure out why an academician would appear in the corner of the operating room.

It must be for Fang Ziye.

Yet a grand academician would silently come to Fang Ziye's operating room to "inspect" for Fang Ziye's sake — what depth of favor is this?

Fang Ziye hasn't "betrayed his master's school," has he?

No!

This isn't betraying his master's school.

"Ziye, your 'godfather' hasn't had any conflicts with the teacher, has he?" Su Xiao whispered.

After years in society, Su Xiao understood all too well the importance of resources and networks.

The reason he could become vice dean, besides personal capability, was the assistance of his network.

Su Xiao's "rumor-mongering" made Sun Shaoqing and Fang Ziye's students all look at Fang Ziye in shock, thinking Su Xiao was stating fact.

"Teacher Su Xiao, what messy nonsense are you saying?"

"Focus on the surgery!" Fang Ziye barked low; already in a poor mood, he sped up the surgery again.

With his focus poured in, he let go once more, not caring whether others could accurately read his operative intent.

At 4:49, Fang Ziye carefully set down the needle holder in his hand, then glanced toward Qiu Zhenghua's direction, and spent another six minutes carefully reviewing the entire surgery.

Only then did he set his mind at ease: "You arrange the remaining suturing yourselves; remember to place two drainage tubes."

"This patient needs negative-pressure drainage." With that, Fang Ziye slowly stepped back a few paces, turned, and began taking off his clothes.

Smiling radiantly: "Teacher Qiu. Teacher Sang Yuerue."

"Finished?" Qiu Zhenghua's brows lifted, his tone slightly cold.

He naturally noticed that after Fang Ziye discovered the two of them entering the OR, he accelerated the surgery, becoming more "rough."

Before Qiu Zhenghua could find an outlet to vent, Fang Ziye cut him off: "Before, I allowed them space to observe and follow along."

"But with Teacher Qiu here, time naturally cannot be wasted any longer. Teaching is not an overnight achievement."

"Surgical quality doesn't drop; everything else can wait."

Fang Ziye truly fears Qiu Zhenghua a bit, because Qiu Zhenghua truly dares to scold, and scolds rather unpleasantly, with no one able to stop him.

Qiu Zhenghua's gaze only then softened somewhat, yet he still didn't lightly believe Fang Ziye's words; he personally stood up, went to the operating table, and circled for a full five or six minutes.

Seeing clearly the surgical field: the clean wound surface, the tidy operating table, and the reconstructed suture stitches like works of art.

Qiu Zhenghua had nothing to say.

This junior Fang Ziye definitely activated a "cheat" — the cheat of talent brought from the womb; no matter how excellent others are, it only makes one sigh in despair.

Walk far enough, and many will discover — talent is the most despair-inducing thing.

"Teaching still must be done." Qiu Zhenghua dropped that line, then led Huang Guoqing out of the operating room.

Fang Ziye, phone in pocket, followed close behind.

"Teacher Qiu, why the sudden visit? Didn't we agree I'd visit you in Jingdu this May 1st?" Fang Ziye's voice was exceptionally polite.

Qiu Zhenghua has no grace of teaching toward Fang Ziye, but has the grace of guidance and mentorship. This network connection, Fang Ziye doesn't fawn on every holiday, but never dares to sever either.

Qiu Zhenghua glanced at Fang Ziye, hands behind his back, tone light: "Seems Professor Fang doesn't plan to send me a wedding invitation letter."

Fang Ziye's eye corner tightened; his wedding date, after "fortune-telling," was set for mid-April, said to be the sixteenth day of the third lunar month, auspicious for Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu both.

He immediately replied: "Teacher Qiu, a junior's marriage is a small matter; I truly dare not casually trouble you."

Qiu Zhenghua seized the opening to needle Fang Ziye: "You don't send an invitation card; how do you know I'd consider it trouble?"

"Is it because you dislike the journey being too far?"

Qiu Zhenghua gave Fang Ziye a way down; Fang Ziye didn't take it: "If Teacher Qiu can come to give blessings, no matter how far, I should personally deliver the invitation card."

"Just afraid of troubling you, Teacher Qiu." Fang Ziye had already decided he must find time to deliver the wedding invitation cards to both Old Academicians Qiu Zhenghua and Gu Yuandong.

Regardless of whether they come or not, the sincerity must arrive.

Seeing Fang Ziye's somewhat restrained manner, Qiu Zhenghua lost interest in joking further: "Director Fang, today is you treating me to a meal? Or me treating you?"

This sentence originally had no issue, but considering their first meeting was over a meal where Fang Ziye was scolded as worthless, Fang Ziye's gaze shifted slightly.

But the current Fang Ziye is naturally not the previous one: "Teacher Qiu, I've already arranged it; let's go now, it's not far."

"It happens to be an honor to consult with both Teacher Huang and Teacher Qiu."

Huang Guoqing smiled without speaking.

Qiu Zhenghua continued walking forward...

After changing clothes, the two followed Fang Ziye to the car, then observed the surroundings: "Han City is truly a place of outstanding people and spiritual land; this place is really good. Grand."

Compared to Capital Hospital's somewhat petty atmosphere, Zhongnan Hospital's branch campus is even more spacious than Peking Union Medical College Hospital's branch campus.

"Teacher Qiu, in Jingdu, every inch of land is gold."

"Our Han City's land wins on being cheap."

Fang Ziye started the car, hinting: "Teacher Qiu, this trip to Han City, did you invite any other seniors?"

Fang Ziye was asking Qiu Zhenghua whether he wanted to find one of his peers to keep him company, so they would have someone to talk to.

"We're old anyway; how many friends are left?"

"This time I'm here to see you privately, so don't take it upon yourself to decide things."

Qiu Zhenghua certainly had quite a few acquaintances in Han City; among orthopedists of his age, not all had passed away yet. If Fang Ziye spread the news, he feared it would be inconvenient to speak freely.

Qiu Zhenghua was long past the age of liking to be surrounded by people: "I just want to talk to you, to seek out that feeling of youth and prime of life."

Fang Ziye hurriedly said: "I think Teacher Qiu is vigorous in old age; isn't this precisely the prime of life?"

Qiu Zhenghua said with dislike: "I've heard you say so much, but this sentence of yours is the slickest and most nauseating. If you keep talking like this, you can just take us to the high-speed rail station."

Fang Ziye closed his mouth...

Operating room.

Su Xiao asked Li Nuo in surprise: "When did Fang Ziye develop such a deep friendship with Academician Qiu?"

"Academician Qiu came to find Fang Ziye, yet Master and the others actually knew nothing about it."

Deng Yong surely didn't know either; otherwise, it would be impossible for him not to come out and accompany him.

When an Academician came down to Zhongnan Hospital, at the very least a vice president of that level would accompany him throughout. If they valued him more, even a vice president from Zhongnan Hospital accompanying him would not be excessive.

Li Nuo had already gone to the Spine Surgery Department at that time, only hearing about it: "I heard that Ziye has a good private relationship with Academician Qiu Zhenghua and Academician Gu Yuandong."

"A few years ago, these two Academicians came to Zhongnan Hospital several times, and moreover, several of Fang Ziye's academic reports were spearheaded by these two Academicians."

"That's why he could gain such great influence in a short time. Looking at it this way, the two old Academicians' care for their juniors is still quite sincere."

Su Xiao then looked at Feng Junfeng and Hu Qingyuan: "You two boys are blessed. Who knows, ten years from now, you might be disciples of an Academician."

"While Fang Ziye is still young, you must hurry to cling to his thigh; whatever thigh hair you can stick to, stick to it."

Feng Junfeng replied with a smile: "Teacher Su, I'm afraid I don't have the chance. My Master took me in only out of pity; I can't get the teacher's true love."

"Qingyuan is the true founding eldest disciple in the master's meaningful sense. His future is boundless."

Hu Qingyuan was not aloof, nor was he a person of high IQ and low EQ. He replied: "The teacher needs many people; Senior Brother is the backbone of the group. He surely always has been."

This kind of flattery that neither contradicts nor belittles, but just happens to analyze Fang Ziye's shortcomings appropriately, is the most effective.

Su Xiao looked at Hu Qingyuan in surprise: "Qingyuan's words make a lot of sense. Feng Junfeng, Tian Yao, you must work hard and seize the opportunity."

"Sigh... Ziye, Ziye..." Su Xiao's tone was clearly one of meeting too late.

Actually, at this moment, the one feeling even more sour was Sun Shaoqing.

His eyes were swirling, not knowing what he was lingering over.

Of course, this lingering did not last long before he voluntarily applied to step down: "Senior Brother, can I go out and call Master? I suddenly feel that entering a Postdoctoral Mobile Station isn't bad..."

Su Xiao, upon hearing this, immediately lowered his head like an ostrich.

Youth is the greatest capital.

Doctor Sun Shaoqing had graduated only two years ago; this year, at the very most, he was only thirty-three years old. Even if he entered a Postdoctoral Mobile Station for another two years, he would not exceed thirty-five.

By then, there would still be a chance to be retained at Zhongnan Hospital.

And the current retention at Zhongnan Hospital was not comparable to his retention when he graduated with his doctorate back then.

It was just that Sun Shaoqing had already signed a contract, and moreover had been sent by his original unit for advanced study. After all, resources had been invested, so terminating the contract would probably be very troublesome.

"..."

Inside the private room, the decoration was relatively elegant, with a faint incense that was not pungent, not that kind of cheap, strong-smelling incense.

Fang Ziye asked the waiter for a tea set, took the tea leaves he had brought from the car, and actively made tea.

Qiu Zhenghua looked at Fang Ziye, propping his chin with one hand: "Ziye, have you encountered trouble recently during work?"

"I heard that you voluntarily posted an announcement on the hospital's official website, saying you will no longer perform functional reconstruction surgery and limb salvage surgery for mangled extremities. Is that true?"

Huang Guoqing had also heard of this, but he simply didn't take it to heart, only occasionally having the thought in his mind that Fang Ziye was a bit frivolous and reckless.

"Teacher Qiu, how did you know all this? Yes, it's true." Fang Ziye put down the teapot and handed over the teacup.

Fang Ziye had not studied tea art; making tea was just the most primitive method of pouring boiling water over tea leaves. Fang Ziye himself thought it tasted fine, so naturally he wouldn't spend time learning.

In other words, it was just brewed like this; whoever likes it can drink it, whoever doesn't can leave it. I'll drink it like this.

"You have your own ideas, right?" Qiu Zhenghua did not launch into a head-on scolding.

This time, it was Fang Ziye's own choice. With Fang Ziye's IQ, he wouldn't act willfully on a whim.

"Yes, mainly for the following reasons..." After Fang Ziye stated his thoughts once, he emphasized:

"Actually, the most important thing is still wanting to devote more energy to focusing on limb salvage surgery."

"The disease types facing amputation are not just mangled extremities."

"It's just that currently, because the incidence of high-violence injuries is relatively high, mangled extremity patients are relatively more common."

"Other disease types requiring limb salvage don't have such a high order of magnitude, but they are still a very large volume."

"If all are added together, I'm afraid the overall order of magnitude would still be several times, even ten times, that of mangled extremities."

"After all, the number of amputations in our country every year is over five hundred thousand!"

Every year, the number of diabetic foot patients undergoing amputation reaches two hundred and eighty thousand, and the total number of amputations for the whole year is five hundred thousand, and this is still a conservative estimate!

Qiu Zhenghua offered a compromise word of advice: "Having ideas is a good thing, but suddenly giving up the surgical techniques you are good at is a bit too impulsive."

Fang Ziye nodded and smiled: "Teacher Qiu, I'm just giving up performing it routinely; occasionally I will still do teaching surgeries."

"I mentioned at the annual meeting that limb salvage surgery for mangled extremities can be opened up to more lead surgeons, and limb salvage surgery for mangled extremities is not that difficult."

"But functional reconstruction surgery still needs continued teaching and exploration for a while, striving to reach the point where hand surgeons at prefecture-level city hospitals can perform it routinely. Then I can rest easy."

"Medical resources need to sink downward. Only after sinking downward can we better achieve the idea of treating diseases according to their condition."

Qiu Zhenghua did not come to Han City to attend the Orthopedics Annual Conference, but he also knew about the 'simple' treatment plan for mangled extremities that Fang Ziye proposed at the annual meeting.

It was said that after doctors at prefecture-level city hospitals could handle cases according to this plan, they could greatly increase the limb salvage rate.

"Since you already have a relatively good treatment plan on your side, then I won't say more to help."

"Your handling approach is also quite good," Qiu Zhenghua said.

"Thank you for your concern, Teacher Qiu. I feel that the way things are now is already quite good."

"Teacher Qiu, did you come to Han City specifically for this matter? Thank you for going to so much trouble for me."

Huang Guoqing explained with a smile, "If it were only this matter, Teacher Qiu wouldn't need to go to such trouble."

"Professor Fang, I'm afraid you don't know what trouble you've provoked?"

Fang Ziye naturally didn't know, and widened his eyes innocently.

Seeing that Qiu Zhenghua had no intention of refusing, Huang Guoqing took the initiative to tell Fang Ziye the whole story of Academician Ma Jun contacting Qiu Zhenghua, and Qiu Zhenghua then going to Yangcheng.

Fang Ziye's expression became even more innocent: "This?"

"Strictly speaking, this matter doesn't have much to do with me, right? Publishing papers is originally same-period competition."

"My research project, this data isn't from an improper source either."

Huang Guoqing analyzed, "It's not that the data is wrong, but the preparation was too rushed. After all, your follow-up data is only a few months. It cannot demonstrate long-term prognosis."

"Academician Ma Jun's research project, however, recorded follow-up results of many years very completely."

"More than twenty years of sharpening a sword, only to be covered by your less than one year of clinical project — anyone would feel uncomfortable in their heart."

"Furthermore, Academician Ma Jun's team had communicated with the editorial department about major and minor revisions many times. Suddenly receiving this kind of result, anyone would feel uncomfortable..."

After a manuscript is submitted to the editorial department, if the editorial department feels the quality is acceptable but there are some loopholes, they will ask you to revise.

And it is also divided into multiple levels such as major and minor revisions.

Generally, the industry's tacit rule is that minor revisions have a very high chance, while the chance after major revisions depends on the situation.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye's heart stirred, and he asked, "Teacher Qiu, does that mean CAA is really willing to accept clinical trial type articles now?"

CAA is a foreign journal.

It's just that the journal has nothing to do with international; it is merely a vector for academic achievements. Currently speaking, it is not particularly chaotic in this aspect.

It is merely an objective vector, representing a certain degree of academic level to a certain extent.

Fang Ziye's email currently had no reply from the editorial department. Fang Ziye thought the editorial department had just started peer review, but unexpectedly got this back-channel news from Qiu Zhenghua.

Fang Ziye didn't know if big shots at the academician level could access manuscripts submitted to the editorial department and even mutually exchange information.

Although Fang Ziye's email also had many peer review invitations, Fang Ziye had always been quite busy and currently had no time to manage this kind of thing.

You didn't agree to become a peer review expert, so the editorial department naturally wouldn't discuss similar things with you.

But Qiu Zhenghua, Academician Ma Jun, and the others are certainly expert reviewers of well-known journals.

"We are just discussing the matter at hand. Don't try to pry other news from me."

"Others snatching food from a tiger's mouth at least know how to smooth things over. You, this counts as a hard snatch," Qiu Zhenghua said with a light laugh.

Fang Ziye said, "Teacher Qiu, no one gave me a heads-up in advance either? Furthermore, even if they had given a heads-up, submitting a paper is still you submit, I submit, everyone submits, and finally we look at the editorial department's choice?"

Qiu Zhenghua corrected, "Fang Ziye, then you would be wrong."

Fang Ziye glanced at Qiu Zhenghua.

Qiu Zhenghua didn't popularize the unspoken rules here for Fang Ziye, but said, "This matter, I've already resolved it!"

"I'm just telling you about it. Today we just eat, and don't chat about other things." Qiu Zhenghua twisted the topic away.

Fang Ziye felt a chill in his heart.

If he had been running around for a certain research project for a long time, and suddenly someone horizontally seized it, his heart would probably also feel bad. Not to mention anger and resentment, he would always feel uncomfortable in his heart, with a feeling that all his efforts had gone to waste.

If this kind of preparation had clearly already seen a glimmer of hope, but was suddenly horizontally interrupted by someone, it would be even more unbearable.

Huang Guoqing suddenly said, "Teacher Qiu is old. This is him specially coming to see you before retirement."

"Fang Ziye, this kind of treatment of yours — even I feel quite a few points of jealousy looking at it."

Fang Ziye's expression immediately turned cold and stern. His gaze began scanning Qiu Zhenghua, performing an inspection on Qiu Zhenghua.

Qiu Zhenghua had been a doctor for a lifetime. How could he not understand Fang Ziye's gaze? He waved his hand lightly: "Don't scan. I'm just old, not sick."

"Everyone has the day they grow old."

"You also can't just expect me to be like other old academicians, working until ninety years old with a body that's always robust, right?"

"Each person has their own destiny."

Fang Ziye nodded: "Teacher Qiu, I naturally hope you are healthy in body and continue working in the clinic for several more decades, vigorous in old age."

"But the body is most important. You should also rest."

Qiu Zhenghua's complexion didn't show any problem, but at over eighty years old, his bodily functions had long gone downhill.

Even if Qiu Zhenghua's level hadn't declined much, he probably no longer adapted to the common disease types in Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

Otherwise, if any one cut had an accident, Qiu Zhenghua himself would feel even more uncomfortable in his heart.

Everyone must serve old age.

The heavy roller wheel of time will not spare anyone, any living thing.

"Let's not speak of these things. Spoken through, it's just that matter. Spoken heavily, it easily hurts feelings."

"We are all surgeons. We are doctors. We've seen life and death enough. What's there to fear about old age?" Qiu Zhenghua spoke calmly and lightly.

Actually, Fang Ziye also saw desolation in Qiu Zhenghua's gaze.

He also doesn't want to grow old.

It's just that years spare no one.

Eating was just properly eating. Fang Ziye seeing off the two old professors was also just a normal farewell.

Properly and rule-abidingly sending the two to the high-speed rail station, the two old people then normally followed the crowd into the ticket check, without excessive lingering or reluctance.

The Jingguang Line high-speed rail flow from Han City to Jingdu is huge. During non-holiday periods, buying tickets is very easy, comparable to a bus.

Fang Ziye didn't even have much chance for sadness, just watching the two go up to the second floor and disappear at the end of his vision.

Fang Ziye likewise knew clearly that this was not his last meeting with Old Professor Qiu, but between him and Old Professor Qiu, there would definitely be one fewer meeting each time they met.

The opportunities to meet in the future were also few enough to count on one's fingers.

Or rather, the total number of times Fang Ziye met with Old Professor Qiu was originally few enough to count on one's fingers.

This was the fate between the two, destined from the very beginning.

"Teacher Qiu, Teacher Sang Yuerue, wishing you both good health! ~ May you fully enjoy the blessings of family." Fang Ziye stood at the doorway, silently finished his prayer, then turned and went back down to the parking lot.

After carefully savoring it for a moment, Fang Ziye smiled and started the return journey.

In a person's twilight years, their words are kind.

Someone of Old Professor Qiu Zhenghua's level had long since transcended master-disciple lineage and regional boundaries; he wouldn't even treat only his own hospital's students as students.

So there wasn't much sectarian prejudice either.

All in all, these old professors he had encountered were relatively friendly toward him, without too many ulterior motives.

After the return journey, Fang Ziye still didn't forget his habit — that was to go back to the ward and take a round checking his surgical patients for today.

The postoperative situation definitely couldn't show exercise effects.

Vital signs, postoperative drainage volume, blood loss volume, etc., were clear at a glance.

After looking around once, based on the patients' recovery mental state, he could be even more certain of his surgical quality; this was a very good habit.

Amidst the thanks from family members and patients, Fang Ziye locked himself in the director's office.

After entering, Fang Ziye's mindset instead became increasingly calm.

"Teacher Qiu, perhaps, for you, you might feel that what you told me today will be a trouble."

"But for me personally, this is by no means not a subtle opportunity."

"Thank you, Teacher Qiu, because you are Teacher Qiu, so I thank you for everything you've given for me."

"But I'm very sorry, Teacher Qiu, because you are Teacher Qiu, I am Fang Ziye, so the one who understands Fang Ziye best is still Fang Ziye; I might have to overturn everything you previously prepared for me……"

Fang Ziye began searching through his contact list.

After finding a few familiar teachers at Sun Yat-sen University Affiliated Hospital, Fang Ziye directly asked if they could give him Academician Ma Jun's contact information.

Email or phone both work.

Fang Ziye also has acquaintances in the orthopedics of the Zhongshan medical system!

Academician Ma Jun's contact information is certainly precious and wouldn't be given lightly to others, but if Fang Ziye wants it, it's not impossible to give either.

It didn't take long to go around; merely three minutes, and Academician Ma Jun's private phone number arrived in Fang Ziye's mobile phone messages.

After Fang Ziye made a phone call to thank him, he began reviewing some research projects led by Academician Ma Jun.

Academician Ma Jun is the top expert in otolaryngology; his current main research project is nasopharyngeal carcinoma.

Although Fang Ziye is not especially proficient in otolaryngology.

But the basic principles of academia and tumor treatment won't have too much framework restriction; at Fang Ziye's current level, reading literature can be very fast.

After reading the abstracts, he can see through the general content.

Picking the ones that interested him and reading a few full texts, only then did Fang Ziye send a greeting message to Academician Ma Jun stored in his contact list:

"Hello Teacher Ma Jun, junior is Fang Ziye from Han City University Zhongnan Hospital Orthopedics, very sorry to rashly disturb, but junior has a matter to consult, wonder if Teacher Ma is convenient."

"If disturbed, ten thousand please forgive! ~"

Fang Ziye and Academician Ma Jun are on the same timeline; by reason, it's already past eight o'clock now, the other party should be resting.

But it's also not excluded that the other party's surgery schedule is very full, needing to go until eleven or twelve, or Teacher Ma Jun has other arrangements.

Fang Ziye patiently looked up a few more articles where Academician Ma Jun was nominally listed.

"Hello Professor Fang, right now I am convenient, phone message both okay." Professor Ma Jun's reply was relatively casual.

Fang Ziye dialed the phone.

Connected quickly: "Teacher Ma, I am Fang Ziye from Zhongnan Hospital, sorry ah, very rash to disturb, mainly want to give you a call, say a word of sorry to you."

Ma Jun heard, hmmed once, snorted lightly through his nose: "Professor Fang thinks I can't afford to lose ah? Deliberately came to apologize to provoke me oh?"

Fang Ziye hurriedly said: "Teacher Ma, if I truly thought that way, there'd be no need to make this call again."

"Teacher Ma, I just have a proposal and idea, don't know if you'd find it rash, but thinking back and forth, I still decided to take the initiative to surrender and try."

"What if it succeeds?"

"That way I could also gain Teacher Ma's good impression, at least not disgust."

"Teacher Ma, it's like this, although the student is still very young, I also slightly understand a bit of academia, and have published a few papers."

"Therefore, I want to privately study Teacher Ma's papers."

"Teacher Ma, I am orthopedics, spanning a huge specialty gap from you, impossible to have thoughts of stealing……"

Ma Jun heard Fang Ziye say this, and found Fang Ziye interesting, only his tone became even colder: "Professor Fang, so you came to find me to swagger and show off might ah?"

Fang Ziye said: "Teacher Ma, how could I go so far?"

"Inch of heart sincere and sincere, nothing hidden nothing blocked."

Fang Ziye didn't say many words; since the other party does nasopharyngeal carcinoma tumors, they would definitely not be able to cross the name Fang Ziye, at least have heard of it.

How 'extreme' Fang Ziye's own doings are to the tumor research circle's human ethics, Fang Ziye has self-awareness!

Ma Jun's side fell silent for nearly half a minute: "Where does this confidence of yours come from?"

"Not confidence, just have this kind of thought, so taking advantage of youth, being bold once."

"I am lowly in status and words carry little weight, so not afraid of being misunderstood by Teacher Ma; even if it fails, I reckon Teacher Ma won't hold a grudge because of it."

"But if it succeeds, this is a win-win situation; doing research isn't about who wants to overwhelm whom."

"Especially different industries, cooperation is mutual benefit."

"Teacher Ma, you are our Eastern Han medical circle's top-level teacher, you should understand my meaning."

Fang Ziye had seen Ma Jun in that conference.

And he had also seen Ma Jun directly go head-to-head with Xie Hang; Academician Ma was absolutely a person of character.

"Then do you come to my side, or do I go to yours?" Ma Jun took a temporary step back, throwing a difficult problem to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye heard this, and his breath stiffened.

It seemed neither option was very convenient.

Fang Ziye could not leave right now.

The other party would not agree to network transmission, so naturally they would also not accept the "fetch the article" plan of having their own people come over to copy it.

For a top team like Academician Ma Jun's, computers would not allow USB drives from outside the team to be inserted.

Even if you have no ill intentions, it is impossible.

Fang Ziye's team is the same.

Fang Ziye fell silent for ten seconds, then Academician Ma Jun said: "Forget it, I won't make things difficult for you; I'll dispatch a student over."

"When is Professor Fang convenient?"

Fang Ziye hurriedly replied: "Teacher Ma, tomorrow, tomorrow I'm on outpatient clinic duty; basically any time after seven in the evening is free."

Ma Jun said: "Thank you for the trouble, Professor Fang; whether it's adding something or making revisions, feel free to speak directly."

"I personally hope to sincerely accept advice; I just didn't expect Professor Fang would take the initiative to contact me."

Fang Ziye's tone was slightly embarrassed: "Teacher Ma, actually I very much want to visit many teachers, but I'm a person of little influence, and I dare not lightly disturb your time."

"Actually we're not as hard to deal with as Professor Fang imagines; we're also people. We have normal schedules too." Ma Jun explained.

Fang Ziye immediately remembered this point with a stern expression: "Thank you, Teacher Ma, for the guidance."

Ma Jun laughed casually: "Professor Fang, if there's nothing else, then we'll contact again later?"

"Okay, Teacher Ma."

"This is my phone number; hope you'll keep it in mind! ~" Fang Ziye said with a touch of fawning.

"After just getting acquainted, don't be too oily." Ma Jun actively hung up the phone.

Fang Ziye let out a long breath.

Stealing food from the tiger's mouth admittedly lets one enjoy the stimulating feeling brought by crazy hormone secretion, but it still can't beat a perfect result.

Old Professor Qiu Zhenghua was thinking of mediating from the middle; Fang Ziye was thinking of adjusting from the details, to see if he could pull off a "double flying"!

"..." (Chapter End)