Chapter 756: Medical Academic Overlord Chapter 753: The Move Decides Everything!

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

Su Pengqi wasn't easy to mislead, but it depended on who was doing the misleading sitting across from him.

Looking at Fang Ziye, Su Pengqi's calm gaze concealed inner ripples that gradually unfurled into surging waves.

Fang Ziye looked very young, much younger than himself, with a handsome face, and as his experience and knowledge accumulated, he possessed not only the integrity of a superior but also the scholar's "proud aloofness"!

This aloofness was not the arrogance of overbearing condescension, but confidence born from the bones, not the imposing power of trampling others underfoot.

If a year ago, someone had told Su Pengqi that a young person could halt all tumor research worldwide, even for just a few months unable to operate normally, Su Pengqi would absolutely not have believed it.

And such an unbelievable fact not only happened, but came without warning.

The development and promotion of a good team proceeds in orderly alternation, with large and small projects within the group organically combined in operation; some projects are in the concluding stage, while others must have already started.

Only such internal circulation can support a healthy large team.

Clearly, Academician Ma Jun's team absolutely deserves to be called a healthy top-tier team, so within the team, there are also many small groups' experiments that have been shelved.

There is no need to investigate the cause in detail; this matter has become an established fact, only Academician Ma Jun also inquired into the details of how this matter happened.

On the surface, it was that a certain team's paper from Tongji Hospital's Trauma Surgery Department was questioned, but in reality, Fang Ziye suddenly rose up and directly drew his sword against the basic tumor research community.

With one slash, everyone was equal.

Including but not limited to Fang Ziye's own team...

Without such achievements, his teacher would never have sent him with a computer to Han City.

"Is Professor Fang always so unconventional?" After his thoughts turned a circle, Su Pengqi asked an off-topic question.

"Dr. Su, within the research field, the default common sense is both something to be followed and something to be broken!"

"Any magazine's editorial department does not restrict the submitter's identity, education, position, or age; it is still currently the fairest achievement display area."

"But in fact, if one carefully analyzes the ecological chain between magazines, different journals are also contending with each other."

"Every journal expects a team to bring better research achievements for submission, to enhance their own research influence," Fang Ziye said.

"Some top scholars receive many invitations from magazines every day; this is no longer an unspoken rule."

Su Pengqi's mouth corner twitched slightly, and he asked: "Professor Fang, is that so?"

"But what if there is no follow-up afterward?"

Su Pengqi did not deny that some top scholars and top journals have a mutually dependent relationship.

Before top scholars reach this level, they need a certain degree of help from top journals, unless they truly reach the state of transcendence.

"Dr. Su, Teacher Ma's team, looking at the whole world, is a top-tier team in nasopharyngeal carcinoma treatment, and research in this direction will certainly continue to deepen."

"Radiotherapy plays a crucial role in the treatment of nasopharyngeal carcinoma."

"I don't believe your team has never explored the idea of improving current radiotherapy methods."

"Since there has been such an idea, then it can certainly move forward; as long as one walks, there will be more or less progress," Fang Ziye said.

To be honest, under normal circumstances, Fang Ziye really didn't want to casually dig pits.

Digging pits in the research community, once dug, one must find a way to fill them, seeing things through to the end.

Leaving unsolved mysteries—such a screwed-up thing—sounds very impressive, but in reality, it will also be cursed by industry practitioners one after another...

For example, some conjectures in the mathematics world; certainly many people are willing to challenge them, but those who challenge surely don't know how many thousands of times they've cursed the person who proposed the conjecture.

Why propose some conjecture for no reason? If you're really capable, just prove it yourself, right?

Guessing left and right, more conjectures are actually wrong.

Only a small portion, unverified, and conjectures with a profound impact on basic mathematical research, are known to the public.

Digging pits without filling them is not a good research virtue.

"Professor Fang, do you also dabble in basic radiotherapy research?" Su Pengqi had not completely read the relevant articles Fang Ziye had written, so he really didn't know where Fang Ziye's research boundaries lay.

Anyway, the data he currently collected showed that Fang Ziye excelled in three major areas: basic research, clinical research on surgical technique improvement, and animal experiments.

"There is a bit, and some ideas, but now is not the time to discuss them in detail."

"Dr. Su might as well tell Teacher Ma my thoughts... if Teacher Ma disagrees, we'll think of other methods."

"Dr. Su, you're not staying in Han City for just a day or two this time, right?" Fang Ziye replied.

To attract an academician, an ordinary idea is certainly not qualified enough; it would make others think you have a screw loose.

An improvement to an ordinary surgical technique, if you take it to Old Professor Qiu Zhenghua to surrender to him, he definitely wouldn't even bother to look at you.

Because if he were willing, such minor improvements, he could come up with more than ten a year; he doesn't lack yours.

Unless it is original innovation, unless it is treatment R&D reshaping current new disease types, or improvements that produce a revolutionary impact on the basic methods of tumor treatment, can they generate strong attraction for them.

Its core is only two: to shake the "foundation"!

Things of basic modules, basic principles, basic theories!

Because if the foundation is shaken, all superstructures based on the foundation must be overturned.

All improvements derived from the new foundation cannot escape basic theory; the impact produced is more profound, and will also cause earth-shaking changes in the treatment of a disease type.

Even to say it is a complete transformation is not an exaggeration!

Around ten o'clock, Fang Ziye and the others took their leave from the hotel.

Su Pengqi still needed to report today's conversation results to Academician Ma Jun, and Fang Ziye and the others also needed to return to rest respectively.

When walking out of the hotel elevator, the dazzling lights in the lobby made Jie Han's eyes narrow slightly, his tone slightly hesitant: "Senior Brother, our Orthopedics Department doesn't dabble much in radiotherapy."

"You're throwing bait at Teacher Ma like this; isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

In the routine treatment of orthopedic tumors, there is no radiotherapy item; radiotherapy is mostly palliative treatment to relieve pain for patients with bone tumor metastasis.

Fang Ziye turned his head and said: "The treatment principles of radiotherapy for orthopedic tumors — you haven't memorized them, have you?"

Hu Qingyuan paused for two seconds, then retrieved the corresponding memory synapses: "Sites not easily operable. Tumors too large for surgery. Patients strongly refusing surgery."

Jie Han glanced at Hu Qingyuan, then lowered his head slightly.

Compared to rote memorization, even he, whose theory is extremely profound, falls short of Hu Qingyuan.

It's just that Hu Qingyuan currently remains at the level of memorization, completely unable to be said to have theoretical flexibility.

"In the spine surgery related to our orthopedics, there are also some tumors that are inconvenient to resect." Fang Ziye pointed to the area above his own neck.

"They still have to be managed."

"Never having been used doesn't mean never useful! ~"

Jie Han's eyes widened, his whole person becoming horrified, his voice suddenly strained to the point of nearly choking, thick and heavy, sharp and low: "Senior Brother, the medullary region is the vital center of life~"

"I know, I don't cut it lightly."

Fang Ziye took a deep breath, bringing Jie Han and Hu Qingyuan out of the hotel doorway.

After the cold wind brushed past, all three couldn't help but tighten their collars.

Meeting the gazes of Jie Han and Hu Qingyuan, Fang Ziye said: "We are orthopedic doctors; although the disease types more commonly seen in our orthopedics are mostly non-fatal."

"It seems destined that the essential identity of us orthopedic doctors is to treat patients' diseases, not to save lives."

"But in reality, every specialty retains areas large or small where you can exert the true colors of this profession; it only depends on whether you can walk past them."

"Being a good orthopedic doctor is also sufficient to let you experience the happiness of all doctors."

"No need to seek externally anymore."

"Others may not understand, but we must understand, so I have never easily changed my specialty direction."

"No matter what others say, no matter what they privately send me messages..."

Jie Han halted his steps; Hu Qingyuan's feet moved forward like a puppet's, having already completely thought through how he should start and place each step.

Actually, both Jie Han and Hu Qingyuan are people not easily misled or brainwashed; ordinary charm wanting to put them in an obsessed state is extremely difficult.

The wise not only stay out of love, the wise also do not easily fall into bewilderment.

Even personal worship as a personal freedom is mainly because they can think.

But at this moment, Fang Ziye's charm, instinctively radiating from inside out, is something few people within the profession can resist.

Hu Qingyuan is of a lower rank; seeing a big shot in the industry, of course he worships more.

Jie Han, on the other hand, has accompanied Fang Ziye all along; many times, he merely regarded Fang Ziye as a Senior Brother, as a Big Brother.

More of a fellow disciple, or brotherly affection.

Brotherly affection is disenchanting.

Between brotherly affection, wanting to reapply heartfelt charm is extremely difficult.

Fang Ziye achieved it.

But likewise, Jie Han also felt that the distance between himself and Fang Ziye's rank was growing farther and farther.

The process of disenchantment lies in understanding; the root of reapplying charm lies in the realm gap.

Fang Ziye and Hu Qingyuan reached the car, glanced at Jie Han, then didn't say much more, just got into the car very ordinarily.

Hu Qingyuan started the car; the headlights didn't even shine in Jie Han's direction. Fang Ziye sat in the passenger seat and sent Jie Han a message.

"Jie Han, go back and rest early."

Jie Han picked up his phone, saw Fang Ziye's message, and the corner of his mouth suddenly curved into a smile.

At this moment, he recalled a passage Hu Qingyuan had said before in the laboratory.

Very classic.

Therefore constant non-being, to observe its subtlety; therefore constant being, to observe its manifestations.

Fang Ziye has already escaped the boundary of his vision, so between the two, a different kind of isolation barrier has been reapplied.

Jie Han can no longer fathom the profundity of the realm Fang Ziye currently resides in.

Jie Han took several deep breaths before silently withdrawing his wandering thoughts, walking toward his own beloved car, starting the return journey...

A night without words! ~

Wednesday.

Morning, seven twenty.

Fang Ziye arrived at the department as usual, planning to enter the Inpatient General Office to eat, but just as he turned from the Doctor's Office doorway, he was stopped by a family member who had chased up.

"Professor Fang, Professor Fang, you've finally come."

"That, I'm the patient from Bed 6. I was admitted to the hospital first thing this month! ~" The middle-aged man in the wheelchair laughed heartily as he approached.

His wife pushed him, speeding up slightly.

"Hello hello, I remember you." Fang Ziye turned his head and smiled.

"Professor Fang, when can my husband have surgery? He's been hospitalized for over ten days already." The middle-aged woman squeezed a smile, her tone gentle, as if afraid of annoying Fang Ziye.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye pursed his lips: "Your husband's condition is very complex; it's a spinal cord injury syndrome."

"I still need to deliberate a few more days carefully before I can finalize a more suitable plan."

"If there are no issues, it will roughly be scheduled for next Monday or next Wednesday."

"This surgery of his cannot be rushed, nor can it be rushed into."

Paraplegia caused by spinal cord injury — if it recovers, it recovers; if it doesn't recover, wanting to achieve functional reconstruction, there is currently not a single precedent.

His surgery shouldn't be called functional reconstruction anymore; it's functional recreation!!

It is the most complex and thorny one among the patients admitted to the department.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man laughed and replied: "Professor Fang, I know this; if it could be rushed, I wouldn't have waited until today."

"It's just that I've been hospitalized for so long, and the fellow patients who were admitted around the same time as me have started being discharged one after another, but my surgery still doesn't have a definite schedule."

"Saying I'm not anxious inside is impossible."

"Every day there's nothing much to do." He patted his useless leg and sighed.

Sometimes he even thought about more radical amputation, then getting an AI prosthesis, letting himself stand up again, and enjoying the pleasure of walking.

"Big Brother, I can understand your mood."

"But slow work yields fine products. Although you're willing to trust me and let us give it a shot together, we can't just operate recklessly, doing surgery just for the sake of finishing it."

Fang Ziye said: "The pressure in my heart is actually a bit greater than yours. Your situation currently has no reference precedent whatsoever; everything has to be re-deduced from scratch."

"Surgery certainly isn't just making an incision, moving around inside the body, and getting results. Some details, basic principles, etc., all need to be figured out clearly before there can be a basis to follow during the surgical process."

"It may look like we don't take you seriously day in and day out, but in private we've actually discussed it many times already."

"Really can't rush."

"Actually in my outpatient clinic, patients like you are not few, but up to now I haven't admitted a second one, just wanting to thoroughly figure out this surgery."

"Striving to achieve it — even if you're the first surgical patient, we'll strive for a better prognosis!"

"Although I can't guarantee your surgical quality will be the best in the future, we'll strive to have no regrets, right?"

Fang Ziye's words were earnest.

When a new disease type just sets sail, the patient's trust is one of the foundations that gives the lead surgeon the courage to operate.

"Then it's hard work for you, Professor Fang. Having some information is enough; I'm not that anxious anymore either."

"Sorry to disturb you, Professor Fang." The middle-aged man still accompanied it with a smile, restraining his 'luxury wish'!

When a middle-aged man, trapped in the functional disease of paralysis, had nowhere to seek treatment, Fang Ziye's willingness to admit him for hospitalization was actually opening a door of hope for him.

No one is willing to lie paralyzed, even an old person is the same.

"Next week, next week your surgery should be scheduled." Fang Ziye said.

……

Watching the middle-aged couple leave, Fang Ziye's gaze shifted from bewilderment to determination.

One must take the first step forward; it's also possible that currently in the whole world only oneself is truly starting to take the first step in this direction.

No companions, no references, no other people's "trial and error" precedents.

Still have to walk.

Fang Ziye's conflicted mood was quickly healed by the other fellow patients and family members.

During ward rounds, seeing some patients who could only lie down before surgery now slowly starting to hold the bed and totter on the ground.

Watching some fellow patients go from being supported by family to being able to use crutches and slowly shuffle steps on their own, watching them report joyfully like presenting treasures: "Professor Fang, yesterday I went to the toilet by myself."

"Went by myself!"

"Professor Fang, my mother's wound has no more exudate."

"Professor Fang, my dad's leg, doesn't it look a lot better? The previous wound seems to have a healing trend."

"Pale pink, pale pink. I read online that many people's wounds look like this when they start healing. Before, after debridement at other hospitals, the wounds were all chalky white..."

"Professor Fang, this is the local specialty we brought, it's cured meat."

"Professor Fang, what do you like to eat?"

"Professor Fang, do you have a girlfriend? Ah, you're almost married? Then your wife must be very blessed. You're so handsome, and so young, and your technique is so good."

"Oh my, which girl has such good fortune..."

Fang Ziye kept a straight face, somewhat embarrassedly coming out of the last ward belonging to his group, expression serious.

Accompanying him, Li Nuo pinched her voice, imitating the auntie's tone inside: "Professor Fang, if you ever get divorced in the future, I'll definitely introduce you to a good girl?"

Li Nuo released her pinched voice: "This old auntie really knows how to 'talk'!"

Fang Ziye had never thought his youth would have a day of being "backstabbed" like this.

Fang Ziye kept a straight face, tone cold: "Lin Fangzhong, today you're responsible for getting her discharged."

"Mood this good, recovery must be not bad either, wound's pretty much healed too. Let her go back and toss about, exercise her body."

Lin Fangzhong said without hesitation: "Okay, Teacher Fang."

"Actually this auntie could've been discharged this Monday, it's her who insisted on staying a few more days because she said it's not too convenient at home!"

"Discharged today. You come handle this matter." Fang Ziye's tone was stern and cold, without a trace of emotion.

Actually keeping her hospitalized a few more days wouldn't affect the big picture, but she was too good at talking, too enthusiastic. Fang Ziye naturally had to be even more warm-hearted, letting her get some 'tempering' beyond functional exercise after discharge!

Anyway it won't affect the surgical prognosis.

……

Time flows like water, in a blink it reached January 19th.

Sunday, afternoon, six minutes past two.

At the doorway of a relatively secluded farmhouse restaurant, Su Pengqi carrying his bag shook hands warmly with Fang Ziye: "Professor Fang, thank you for your care and guidance these few days."

"Especially your guidance, truly benefited me greatly. Only pity I'm already this age, and also have a family to drag along."

"Otherwise?"

As Su Pengqi spoke, he realized his words were a bit too emo, so he changed his phrasing: "Life's chance encounters are mostly regrets."

"Only hate time flies like a shuttle, cannot return to those years! In the end the fate was just too shallow."

One evening, Su Pengqi certainly couldn't fathom Fang Ziye's depth of skill.

But if after four or five days he still couldn't see the tip of the iceberg, then Su Pengqi wouldn't be qualified to be a core member of Academician Ma Jun's team.

Following Ma Jun, Su Pengqi's vision focal point was very high.

And it was precisely because his gaze was set so high that he could truly realize Fang Ziye's terrifying aspects.

"Doctor Su, fate is diverse. We can still exchange more in the future."

"This time we can achieve a better result mainly because you and Teacher Ma formulated the research project well; it has little to do with me." Fang Ziye said politely.

Su Pengqi knew Fang Ziye was being humble, and some words involved Academician Ma Jun, so he could not be too blunt.

Moreover, if it were not for Fang Ziye butting in, his own team's clinical project would have stood out among many clinical projects.

After all, breakthroughs in foundational and framework results are not cabbage; such output cannot be produced casually in any era.

Most people's research results are mostly minor adjustments, not important results of breaking out of the cocoon and ascending.

"Professor Fang, if there is a chance next time, we must meet again."

"Parting now, I still must convey my teacher's words. My teacher said, if there is a chance, when Professor Fang goes to Yangcheng, he must treat you to the most authentic Cantonese cuisine."

"This time, the caa Editorial Department made some concessions, leaving two pages for clinical trials; Professor Fang, you deserve the primary credit."

"Of course, for two teams from Eastern Han to appear simultaneously in a journal like caa, this issue of the journal must be very interesting. It is also something we like to read." Su Pengqi said.

This time, Yuan Weihong also came.

However, Yuan Weihong did not discuss professional matters with Su Pengqi, merely acting as reception.

He said with a lewd tone: "The happiness of double flying, Doctor Su should understand."

Su Pengqi tilted his head slightly, hurriedly shook his head, and turned the tables: "Professor Yuan, I don't understand this! ~ Nor should I understand; you'd better play this kind of game less."

Yuan Weihong was not flustered at all, replying: "Flying side by side, fates intertwined; in life pitiful, in death worthy of respect."

"It seems Doctor Su does not like fishing, so he does not like the happiness of double flying."

"I think that in the future, our Eastern Han medical research community will always be able to have two stars shining brightly; that is a very good vision."

Yuan Weihong directly turned the vulgar things into something elegant, and even used poetry.

There's no way; his master's wife is a language teacher, and she probably likes reading poetry.

Su Pengqi realized his skills were not enough, and no longer continued driving: "Professor Yuan, Professor Fang, goodbye for now."

"I also need to go back and report to my teacher."

"Now is such a critical time, yet I have been drifting outside; this is not acceptable."

Yuan Weihong nodded and said: "Doctor Su, have a smooth journey. I still have some business with Ziye, so I won't see you off far."

Su Pengqi hurriedly shook his head: "Two professors, you go about your business; I can just take a taxi there myself."

"Doctor Jie even specially sent me to the High-speed Rail Station; I am already very happy. Thank you two professors for your careful hospitality! ~"

After Su Pengqi finished speaking, he got into the car; Jie Han waved goodbye to Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong, then started the car and left the parking lot.

Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong also returned to their own car; it was Fang Ziye who went to pick up Yuan Weihong, and now he was still responsible for sending Yuan Weihong back to the ward area.

Yuan Weihong sat in the passenger seat, narrowed his eyes to compose himself for a while, then said: "Ziye, after more than ten days of gathering in, the department has finally calmed down."

"You probably won't need to come over to do surgery next week."

Fang Ziye turned his head, slightly surprised: "So fast?"

"I remember there are still some patients not yet treated?"

Yuan Weihong sighed: "So this is the martial world; seemingly calm on the surface, but actually always a mix of fish and dragons. Figures of all levels intertwined."

"Fang Ziye, have you ever thought that ordinary patients with functional disorders are just a small part of many patients?"

"The patients our department receives also only represent a small part of the group."

"There are many more people who need you, Fang Ziye, and who think highly of you, Fang Ziye, so they came forward to shake things up."

"The wind and waves on the Yangtze River, if placed in the sea, probably wouldn't even cause a ripple." Yuan Weihong's tone was emotional.

"The world is a chessboard; the pieces are not yet settled."

"Once you place a piece, someone will surely have a corresponding response."

"Before this, no one was forcing you, Fang Ziye, to charge up the mountain again, because the treatment of new disease types cannot be forced out."

"But your ability is strong enough, Fang Ziye; when you have such an idea, someone will clear the way for you."

Fang Ziye lightly pressed the brake to slow the car, carefully completed passing on the narrow road, and still did not accelerate too much: "Master, can it still be like this?"

"Of course! ~" Yuan Weihong nodded.

"So this is even more interesting."

"There should be many people who need your skills."

"Listening to Director Deng, the sanatorium side also helped out, so this matter naturally came to nothing."

Yuan Weihong said this, then added: "By the way, just like, you didn't just announce last weekend that you would conduct teaching surgery, right?"

"This week, many hospitals in Jingdu and the Magic Capital basically sent letters to Professor Deng."

"Including but not limited to Jishuitan, Military General Hospital, Renji Hospital, and other places."

"With these letters coming in, the teaching surgery arrangements at Tongji Hospital and Peking Union Medical College Hospital don't know how to be scheduled."

"Scheduling too early is not suitable, scheduling too late is not suitable either."

"Your email should also have this kind of invitation letter, right?"

Yuan Weihong was not merely sighing about the 'fluctuation' changes in the department; the reaction ability of professors at other hospitals was also extremely strong.

On Fang Ziye's side, he had almost just announced that he would not regularly conduct similar surgeries in the hospital, and they, in the name of arranging teaching surgery, invited Fang Ziye to go teach.

One was to give Fang Ziye money; two was also to cater to Fang Ziye's preferences, and could also earn Fang Ziye some fame.

There's no way; high-end medical technology is needed by too many people.

The other few hospitals in Hubei Province, although Fang Ziye had never personally gone to hold the fort, nor performed several surgeries.

But the origin of the 'Great' Functional Reconstruction Surgery was Hanzhong Nan Hospital; the standard surgical plan in Zhongnan Hospital was always the newest.

It was the most authentic martial arts secret art.

Always being updated.

Naturally, the other few hospitals in Han City, taking advantage of the benefits of location and people, would also often try to get a share.

They were quite familiar with Liu Huanglong, Deng Yong, Yuan Weihong, and them, so they often asked.

Discussing technique — you can not know, but if you know and hide it, that's "character" not being too good.

This kind of thing can only be done silently, not too obviously, otherwise you'll be despised by industry peers.

So, several top-tier hospitals in Han City can basically get the first-time updated recommended version of the standard procedure.

But outside the province, this kind of small detail change won't update that fast.

One is Zhongnan Hospital can't hold up the functional reconstruction surgery banner and jump around the industry every day, asking today if you want the latest version, tomorrow asking again if you want the latest version.

Therefore, during external peer exchange, academic conferences serve as the propagation center.

To solve this time lag, a relatively good approach is to bring Fang Ziye the R&D person over, let Fang Ziye relatively systematically summarize and teach.

This way you can relatively systematically collect fresh data, and perhaps during teaching surgeries, collisions of cognition between different hospitals can produce new improvement directions.

Fang Ziye said: "Master, I also received them, but temporarily politely refused quite a few."

"Just, like Professor Zhang Yue of Huaxi Hospital, Magic Capital Sixth Hospital — these professors with relatively close relationships to me, their invitations are inconvenient to refuse."

"But that's also next month's matter."

"Before Spring Festival definitely won't go over."

"After Spring Festival, prioritize going to one or two places within the province, then fly out of province a bit, my tentative plan is like this." Fang Ziye said.

"Flying like this five or six times, half the year will be over."

Going out for teaching surgeries, after all, isn't Fang Ziye's main job, the number won't be many.

Precisely because there won't be many, the opportunities appear relatively precious.

Yuan Weihong nodded: "This is sufficient use too."

While the two spoke, Fang Ziye's phone rang again, and it wasn't Fang Ziye's personal phone, but the consultation phone.

Fang Ziye's brow instantly furrowed, today wasn't his on-duty day.

The call was from Chen Guofeng of Emergency Department, voice crisp, without any politeness: "Professor Fang, are you convenient to come to the operating room now?"

"Professor Chen, I'm outside now, still a bit far from returning to the hospital."

"Roughly one hour's drive." Today was Sunday, Fang Ziye went to a farmhouse restaurant, distance to hospital was relatively far.

"Professor Fang, then please try your best to rush back."

"A not small car accident occurred near us, over a dozen people were transferred to our Emergency Department at once. Eight or nine are severe cases."

"We'll try our best to snatch them first! ~"

"Good! ~" Fang Ziye's gaze tightened, not waiting for Yuan Weihong to reply, he nodded first.

Chen Guofeng actively hung up the phone.

When Fang Ziye looked at Yuan Weihong, Yuan Weihong very 'sensibly' said: "I'll go see your Master's wife and my mother-in-law, you drive over directly."

Fang Ziye knew, Yuan Weihong actually had other arrangements today, he had an appointment with Ning Zhengyang this Academic PhD to discuss research project.

Of course, Fang Ziye also didn't struggle too much.

Hospital encountered batch emergency patients, that's hospital administration level must be responsible, no longer directly related to on-duty.

Fang Ziye as New Campus establishment personnel, under capable circumstances, must try his best. (Chapter End)