Chapter 761

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

January 20th, Monday.

Morning, 7:52 AM, Inpatient General Office.

Lan Tianluo lay sprawled out, snoring like thunder, embodying the phrase "sleep whenever you can" to perfection.

"Has Tian Luo eaten breakfast?" Fang Ziye asked, looking at Hu Qingyuan, who had already wiped his mouth corner.

"Senior Brother Tian Luo ate breakfast with Senior Brother Tian Yao and the others as soon as he got back this morning; he told me to wake him up at 7:55." Hu Qingyuan glanced sideways at the time.

"Three minutes left."

"Master, originally you had Hot Dry Noodles, but you got up too late, so only steamed buns are left."

"Your portion of noodles was eaten by Teacher Li Nuo."

Fang Ziye nodded, raising his right hand: "Steamed buns are pretty good too, easy to stuff in your mouth, more filling."

"Speaking of which, the world really is small; the second surgery we transferred to yesterday was the Head Nurse's older female cousin's husband."

This was the second time since Fang Ziye became Chief Resident that he had encountered a relative of an acquaintance.

One was his own Master's father, the second was the Head Nurse's older female cousin's husband.

Han City is big, but the relationship network actually isn't as detached as imagined.

"Ah? Really? What a coincidence." After throwing the box into the trash can, Hu Qingyuan seriously compared the time.

After Lan Tianluo gets up, he only has five minutes to wash up, then he has to do handover and ward rounds.

Although Lan Tianluo only got off surgery after 6 AM, waking him at 8 AM is very inhumane, but if Lan Tianluo doesn't do ward rounds, during the execution of medical orders after rounds, Brother Su's medical orders would have "mistakes."

If the Medical Affairs Department comes looking for Lan Tianluo to give him more burden, Lan Tianluo will only become even more pitiful.

The former Fang Ziye also went through this; Hu Qingyuan followed Fang Ziye during his internship, so he knows this is mandatory...

If he himself wants to walk the path of a clinical doctor in the future, this step is also unavoidable.

Doctors who haven't experienced the tempering of the Chief Resident's toxic beating are all immature.

"How is that Ling Fengguang who's following you?" Fang Ziye asked.

Ling Fengguang is a student from this school who applied for the Orthopedics Department graduate program; his attitude is fairly honest, he's quite clever in dealing with people, and has hinted to Fang Ziye many times both openly and covertly.

Although there's more than just Ling Fengguang coming to find Fang Ziye among undergraduates, among these people, those who are more flexible in conduct, Ling Fengguang ranks near the front.

His own grades are admittedly not that great, and he's not a guaranteed-admission type like Hu Qingyuan, but Fang Ziye knows he can't recruit exceptionally outstanding geniuses every single class.

If Ling Fengguang is still okay, then pull him in.

"A bit slippery! ~" Hu Qingyuan's brows furrowed slightly.

He immediately added: "But not the slippery kind with crooked thoughts; his family probably has people in the Civil Servant System who've given guidance, he does things and conducts himself just right, deliberately learned."

Fang Ziye's gaze sharpened: "Meaning the traces of PS are very heavy?"

Being clever in conduct is one thing, but overly deliberate emotional management, Fang Ziye also dislikes.

"For now it's like that, quite diligent! ~ As for the rest, I can't see." Hu Qingyuan said.

Hu Qingyuan's level is just like this; he's only been in clinical for a bit over half a month; although his operational progress is relatively fast and his knowledge reserve is relatively rich, Hu Qingyuan's knowledge reserve hasn't thoroughly transformed into knowledge reserve yet.

Application isn't much.

"Then keep bringing him along for a while; you give him a hint, see what form he uses to persuade the Undergraduate College's Academic Affairs Office to agree to let him stay long-term in Orthopedics for internship."

"If he can't even handle this point, then we can only look at the final fate." Fang Ziye didn't set too high a requirement for Ling Fengguang either.

Handling the Undergraduate College's Academic Affairs Office isn't a difficult matter; it doesn't require especially good grades.

But how Ling Fengguang goes about handling it will, to a certain extent, reveal his true nature; there's no standard answer.

"Okay, Master." Hu Qingyuan nodded, then coughed once, leaned sideways and patted Lan Tianluo.

"Senior Brother, wake up, it's 7:55! ~"

Lan Tianluo's eyes snapped open; having slept only a little over an hour, his eyes were red like a rabbit's.

After getting up, seeing Fang Ziye gnawing on a steamed bun, he hurriedly called out: "Senior Brother."

"You won't be going to surgery later anyway, so take the chance to nap a bit more."

"Generally speaking, if it's not especially bad luck, there won't be many emergency consultations in the morning."

"Also, although Feng Junfeng has gone through three years of clinical standardized training, his film-reading level is relatively average; for patients he's consulted on, you still need to take another look." Fang Ziye instructed.

Feng Junfeng is Fang Ziye's student, currently a Follow-up Resident, mainly handling routine consultations.

Simple consultations Feng Junfeng can handle; his film-reading level is roughly a bit above Level 2, but not yet Level 3.

"Senior Brother, I wanted to say this too; did Feng Junfeng not practice film-reading specially before?" Lan Tianluo complained, then pushed the door and walked out.

When Fang Ziye's gaze turned to Hu Qingyuan, Hu Qingyuan immediately straightened his back; his film-reading level is a bit worse than Hu Qingyuan's, and Hu Qingyuan was already looked down on by Lan Tianluo, so his bit of capability definitely isn't enough to look at.

"Don't be nervous, you also have to learn slowly; but for this week's Outpatient Clinic, let Feng Junfeng follow me first, you come in the afternoon."

"I need to look at his basic skills." Fang Ziye said.

Hu Qingyuan's level is roughly around Level 2.

The reason Fang Ziye says around Level 2 is that Hu Qingyuan is more skilled at abdominal film-reading; it should be from his previous internship when he put effort into General Surgery film-reading, but his tempering time in Orthopedics isn't long, so his level is slightly inferior.

"Okay Master, the content you organized for me last time, I still need to find some time to digest..."

Hu Qingyuan finished, sighed: "Clinical is really hard, Master. Before I was like a headless fly, didn't know how to exert effort."

"Now that I've found the direction, I feel like I've entered a maze; it seems every side I lean toward is a path, but the progress is still not enough."

Professional Master's graduate students differ from the internship stage; undergraduate medicine is just a superficial taste of every discipline's knowledge base.

Specialty graduate students, on the other hand, need to delve deeply into cross-sections, thoroughly grasp certain points, trace out the connections, and form their own knowledge framework.

Professional doctorate candidates then need to fill in more upon that knowledge framework...

These are merely cognitive aspects; basic operational skills must also keep pace, striving to be able to assist in completing some surgical operations among professional graduate students — this is the main task during the student phase.

Fang Ziye had no inclination to discuss too much with Hu Qingyuan; after stuffing the remainder of the second steamed bun into his mouth, he washed it down with water and swallowed.

There's no need to even debate whether eating like this is healthy or not!

He'd already stayed up this late; if he still had to be particular about chewing slowly at breakfast lest he hurt his stomach, then who would he reason with about the late nights damaging his spirit and five viscera?

The medical profession, to a certain extent, is also one that eats both physical and mental labor's rice...

After twenty-odd days, the department's admissions and discharges as well as postoperative patient turnover had also gradually gotten on track.

Handover also became increasingly routine —

After handover ended, Fang Ziye took advantage of the gap to report one by one the data the Dean had sent in the group chat: "Last night, our hospital's Emergency Department received a total of twenty-nine trauma-related patients, including fourteen critical cases."

"I'm talking about trauma-related."

"Our Trauma Surgery admitted twenty patients total, performed nineteen emergency surgery cases."

"Among them, three deaths..."

"This ratio is still very good; for critical trauma patients, achieving 3 out of 14, and under circumstances where eleven patients almost simultaneously started surgery, to have such a high rescue success rate — all of us have made indispensable contributions."

"Especially Chief Resident Lan Tianluo; according to incomplete statistics, last night he operated on a total of eleven surgeries, large and small!"

"One night, from seven in the evening to six-thirty this morning, a total of eleven hours..."

Ceng Duoqin and the others heard this data and were also stunned for a moment, then Professor Ceng Duoqin said incredulously: "Tianluo saw this many patients by himself yesterday?"

"How was this done?"

Lan Tianluo's dark circles were quite obvious; at this moment he forced a bitter smile: "Teacher Zeng, it was all stayed up through, forced by circumstances."

Ceng Duoqin gave Lan Tianluo two big thumbs up, then didn't pursue this topic further.

Fang Ziye then added: "There's another point I still want to emphasize."

"Although our department is newly opened, we still have to face the year-end season."

"It's not long until the New Year; we must communicate fully with patients' families. If families have a strong wish to go home for the New Year, surgery arrangements can be temporarily shelved."

"The closer to year-end, the better not to perform any surgeries except emergencies."

"Even if the patient is willing, try to delay until after the New Year."

"Head Nurse, how about starting this Wednesday, successively calling scheduled patients and having them come after the New Year?"

"Speaking of which, today is already Little New Year; our side celebrates on Lunar December 23rd. So the rhythm of admitting patients still needs to be controlled."

"From the data I've seen, our ward's surgery volume this month and the proportion of Level 4 surgeries are still very large."

"Although surgery volume can't compare to other surgical departments, the surgical difficulty is actually not small; even if we can't get the monthly performance bonus, there's no need to rush surgery volume — surgery must still prioritize quality."

Head Nurse Huang Xiaowei laughed: "Director Fang, our ward's cumulative inpatient person-count is the highest."

"The reason some departments have high surgery volumes is because they have more emergency surgeries; for instance General Surgery's Gastrointestinal Surgery, even appendicitis counts."

Fang Ziye retorted: "Don't mind what surgeries others do; our hospital's attending physicians being able to calm down and do appendicitis surgeries means surgical quality certainly won't be poor."

"Nothing else special; our group and Professor Wang's group still have surgery day today, so let's leave it at that..."

"Begin ward rounds below, then go to the operating room."

After Fang Ziye finished handover, he led the team toward the ward direction.

However, before Fang Ziye had reached the ward, he received a call from Medical Affairs Department Director Zheng Jiong.

Fang Ziye handed the ward round leading task to Li Nuo and Lan Tianluo, then walked to a secluded corner to answer: "Director Zheng."

"Professor Fang, are you busy? There's a matter here that may still need you to come assist. It won't delay you long!"

Dou Yueyue had hinted before, so Fang Ziye knew what it was: "Director Zheng, today is my surgery day; must I appear?"

"This is an emergency task! By rights, the Hospital Director's Office and On-duty Director could decide it."

Zheng Jiong replied: "Professor Fang, you come first; nothing especially thorny, just need you to show face."

"After all, patients' families are people too; based on humanitarian principles, if you don't show face at all during handling, it's not proper either."

"Fine... I'll come after ward rounds..." Zheng Jiong had put it this far, and Fang Ziye indeed couldn't refuse.

Fang Ziye had just walked into the ward when he saw his shimu sitting on Bed 3's family stool.

Already on winter break, she happened to have time to serve as a patient's family member, taking turns with her mother caring for her father.

Fang Ziye stared a moment, then knew this was Lan Tianluo pulling private connections for Yuan Weihong to bring his uncle over early.

And such a small matter, Yuan Weihong hadn't told him directly.

Fang Ziye also couldn't possibly pay attention every day to exactly which person each admitted patient's identity was.

"Shimu, Uncle, Aunt." Fang Ziye said upon entering.

"Director Fang, we've finally moved in; we reserved a transfer, and it's been reserved for a long time." Shimu explained voluntarily.

"When can my dad be scheduled for surgery?"

Lan Tianluo glanced at Fang Ziye and said: "Senior Brother, Wednesday only has two surgeries scheduled! Can discretionarily add one."

"Uncle's vital signs are all still okay; recovery after emergency surgery is relatively good, just the bilateral lower limbs' blood supply situation is rather bad, needs surgery ASAP."

"Then schedule it for Wednesday." Fang Ziye nodded.

"How's the appetite lately..." Fang Ziye began businesslike.

After finishing ward rounds, Fang Ziye finally glared at Lan Tianluo.

"Shimu's father hospitalized, you didn't even give me a heads-up? Tianluo."

Lan Tianluo said: "Senior Brother, I'm also Master's student; things I can handle, no need to put you in a spot."

"Master also knows you're in a dilemma now, so didn't dare disturb you."

"I need to make a trip to the Medical Affairs Department. You go rest. Since you have free time, sleep for however long you can……"

"The Chief Resident's only task is to survive. You survive, and try your best to let the patients survive too." Fang Ziye pushed Lan Tianluo into the Inpatient General Office.

Lan Tianluo certainly didn't stand on ceremony with Fang Ziye.

The Chief Resident position is long-term. It's not like you pull an all-nighter yesterday and don't pull one today. If your luck is bad, going a whole week without sleeping at night isn't impossible. You can only snatch sleep whenever you find free time.

Moreover, the New Campus absolutely cannot add more Chief Residents.

Trauma Surgery already has three Chief Residents. Plus the other Orthopedics subspecialties, there are eight Chief Residents in total.

That's equivalent to eight people in Orthopedics being able to be directly hired as Attending Physicians from Resident Physician in the same year. If you're still not satisfied, that's a bit too greedy.

……

Medical Affairs Department, Complaint Management Office doorway!

Zheng Jiong personally waited for Fang Ziye. After Fang Ziye appeared, he hurried forward to shake hands with Fang Ziye: "Professor Fang, you've come."

"There's good news. Right now, people from the Provincial Health Commission are here to inspect Emergency medical quality. It's about last night's incident."

"You single-handedly snatched two lives back. This is absolutely a major merit. It just so happens to bring the real mortality data down."

"You should understand what I mean……"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye squeezed Zheng Jiong's hand hard: "Director Zheng, you called me here just to talk about this?"

Damn it. Credit is credit, but I still have surgery. Can't we talk this afternoon?

Zheng Jiong immediately leaned close and said in a low voice by the ear: "Professor Fang, here's the situation. That patient you rescued for a long time yesterday, his family situation isn't good. He's quite poor, right?"

"But who knew, his father made a move. His father has a paternal cousin brother. Counting it up, he's the patient's paternal uncle. He's a retired official from our Hubei Province at the provincial level!"

"His father called to borrow money."

Fang Ziye looked at Zheng Jiong with great surprise: "Then his family can still be this poor?"

This paternal cousin relationship isn't considered distant at all.

"So you have to respect this senior! Upright and incorruptible."

"One of the people from the Health Commission came because of this senior."

"They made the call early morning last night. The hit-and-run driver was caught at 7:20 this morning!"

"The insurance company came at 8:10." Zheng Jiong said.

When Fang Ziye entered the office, he saw a pair of silver-haired elderly people. The couple was quite old, probably approaching seventy.

Both looked honest and simple. Seeing Fang Ziye, they prepared to kneel down and thank him.

This scene startled everyone inside.

Fang Ziye hurriedly supported them: "Uncle, Auntie, you two are elders. You absolutely must not do this. You doing this shortens my life, reduces my blessings!"

"I can't bear it."

Not to mention Fang Ziye is too young to bear it. Even if Fang Ziye were fifty or sixty, he couldn't bear it either.

In modern society, there's no such thing as a kowtow ritual.

Sure enough, after Fang Ziye said this, the old couple no longer insisted on kneeling.

"Doctor Fang, Professor Fang, Director Fang, you are a good person, a good doctor."

"Our son can live. It's all thanks to you."

"Your medical skill is superb, your character noble. You are our son's life-saving benefactor. After our son wakes up, he must personally come bow and thank Professor Fang……"

"Thank you. We old couple have thin blessings. We only raised this one son our whole lives." The old man was still quite simple and honest.

They believed that Fang Ziye saved their son's life without them paying money. This is grace. This was led by Fang Ziye.

Facing the old couple's gratitude, Fang Ziye's mood instantly became transparent.

The previous confusion, slight depression, completely transparent.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. Elderly, you're too polite. Actually right now, the most important thing for you isn't coming to thank me, but waiting well for your son to recover."

"He's still in the ICU. He hasn't completely escaped the danger period. He needs someone to look after him."

"Right?"

"I'm also very grateful you thought to come thank me. But things have priorities and urgencies."

"Your gratitude, I've felt it……"

While Fang Ziye was speaking, the phone rang.

Fang Ziye picked up with one hand. Seeing it was indeed the Spine Surgery professor, he immediately said: "I've arranged for the Spine Surgery professor to come do surgery. I'll go take a call."

"Sorry, Director Zheng, elderly……" Fang Ziye then nodded to the two leaders from the Provincial Health Commission in greeting.

"Sorry, I'll take a call." Fang Ziye stepped to the side.

Zheng Jiong and the others explained to the two elderly people and arranged for someone to send them back to the ICU side.

Then, Zheng Jiong continued accompanying the two "leaders" from the Provincial Health Commission to talk.

……

"Professor Wang! You've arrived? Sorry, I was called to the Medical Affairs Department to handle some things."

"Hu Qingyuan didn't come?"

"He came. Then trouble you to wait a bit more. I'll go down to the operating room right away. Really sorry, Professor Wang. I ran into something temporary here." Fang Ziye hurriedly apologized to Wang Ou.

The Functional Reconstruction Surgery to be done this time is related to Spinal Cord Injury.

Even if Fang Ziye is "arrogant" again, he doesn't dare to do this kind of patient's Functional Reconstruction Surgery alone without a Spine Surgery specialist participating.

Preoperative discussion. Both online and offline were completed between the two. Today surgery is to be carried out.

Of course Professor Wang Ou drove himself. After all, they're all from the same hospital. And he's a Spine Surgery professor. Counts as half family.

Professor Wang Ou also didn't put on airs. He rushed over himself.

After hanging up, Fang Ziye then walked back to the Medical Affairs Department doorway, intending to give Zheng Jiong a heads-up.

The three of them just happened to look at Fang Ziye.

"Professor Fang, perfect timing for an introduction. This is Director Qu, and this is Director Lao." Zheng Jiong introduced them to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye originally had no particular feeling, but upon hearing the three characters "Director Qu," his ears instinctively perked up.

"Director Qu, Director Lao, hello. I'm Fang Ziye from Orthopedics. I've met you two leaders." Fang Ziye said politely with a smile.

The two directors, who had been smiling amiably, immediately had a slight change in expression. Director Qu even said: "Professor Fang, calling us leaders or not leaders makes it too formal."

"I'm virtually a few years older than you. If Professor Fang doesn't mind, you can call me Brother Qu or Xiao Qu."

"Professor Fang is a renowned expert ranking high in our Health Commission. If the two of us wanted to pay a visit, we couldn't even get in line."

The Provincial Health Commission has many offices, and no shortage of directors.

Moreover, the circle Fang Ziye moves in nowadays cannot be defined by a single Provincial Health Commission.

So, Director Qu saying he wanted to visit Fang Ziye but couldn't get in line was a bit of an exaggeration, but if Fang Ziye didn't give face, he had absolutely no way to do anything about it.

Fang Ziye's file is in the Higher Level department above the Provincial Health Commission, and now he's even been transferred to the mysterious Military Region Sanatorium — how could he possibly manage him?

"Brother Qu, your words are a bit too humble."

"Last time's matter, many thanks to you. It was you giving face, so you helped me dissolve no small amount of trouble." Fang Ziye naturally remembered that matter, so he said it right to his face.

The two of them had never met before.

For the other party to exert himself so effectively for his sake — that was a favor owed.

"Professor Fang, aren't you being too polite?"

"For an expert like you, if you always waste time handling this kind of thing, how much time would be wasted?"

"Your main task is still to solve problems for the old lead…"

Director Qu spoke halfway, his tongue slipped, and he immediately corrected to officialese: "Solving health problems for the ordinary people."

"This is the great plan for people's livelihood."

So it goes, those who can pass the civil service exam are all smooth talkers.

The previous sentence — solving problems for old leaders or other identities — was what Director Qu really meant to express.

But he quickly managed to patch it up.

"No matter what, still thank you, Director Qu." Fang Ziye continued thanking him.

Zheng Jiong then asked what matter it was.

Director Qu just gave Zheng Jiong a casual introduction…

The few people chatted very happily, while Fang Ziye was frantically anxious to hurry and find a chance to leave.

Coming to the Medical Affairs Department was just a waste of time. Zheng Jiong, this Medical Affairs Department Director, although he understood human relations well enough, still couldn't empathize with clinical doctors like Fang Ziye.

What Fang Ziye needs now is time, to do surgeries, not to come here and fawn obsequiously.

Of course, Zheng Jiong certainly meant well, and he had to do this.

Because, if Fang Ziye were just a bit more narrow-minded, if Zheng Jiong met the leaders, and the leaders even came specifically for Fang Ziye, but Zheng Jiong didn't call Fang Ziye, and reported the credit right in front of Fang Ziye's face.

Zheng Jiong also felt it would be hard to deal directly with Fang Ziye in the future.

Fang Ziye's capability has long since transcended the scope the Medical Affairs Department can control.

An ordinary hospital's Medical Affairs Department is the father of all clinical doctors, including department directors.

A top-tier Grade-A hospital's Medical Affairs Department is the big dad of all associate chief physicians and some chief physicians.

A top teaching hospital — top professors are the Medical Affairs Department's 'Big Dad'! When their temper flares, they insist on replacing you, and your connections aren't necessarily harder than the other party's.

This is the relationship network and connections of a top hospital professor.

Fang Ziye hasn't fully matured yet, but his network already reaches very high up. In the future, Fang Ziye's network will be even more unimaginable.

After Fang Ziye left.

Director Qu looked at Fang Ziye's retreating back, thoughtful: "This Professor Fang is quite interesting. He really is this busy."

Although Director Qu had long anticipated Fang Ziye wouldn't be too polite to him, this is still too impolite — he didn't even sit down together for a sip of water before declining and leaving.

Director Lao understood Director Qu's meaning and hurriedly said: "If Professor Fang weren't busy, he might not have his current technique, nor reach his current rank."

"Director Qu, you mustn't overthink it."

Director Lao spoke with a double meaning.

You, Director Qu, are no more special than the other 'directors' previously in the Provincial Health Commission. You must absolutely not think of going head-to-head with Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye's file doesn't have to be in Hubei Province, but Fang Ziye must be in Hubei Province.

Otherwise, you won't even have the chance to go to a leisurely sinecure for the rest of your life.

Unless you're truly completely clean-handed!

Having no desires and no pursuits is no longer your safe harbor.

Today's Fang Ziye is not merely the Provincial Health Commission's hot commodity; the Science and Technology Department and those managing the economy all cherish Fang Ziye dearly.

A man who has technique, knows how to curry favor with old leaders, and can earn money — an irreplaceable man — just how sought-after can he be? Don't you understand?

Director Qu immediately looked back at Director Lao and said: "Teacher Lao, don't you flip on me. I'm just thinking Professor Fang is too hard-working."

"Didn't you just hear Director Zheng say? Professor Fang worked straight through until midnight yesterday."

"A talent like this, if he doesn't rest well and his health suffers, that would be a loss for the whole country."

"Professor Fang's certain intentions align with our Health Commission's intentions. Not fixated on one disease, one person, but on deploying the overall situation."

"He just doesn't hold a portion of people in his heart, but places more ordinary people in his heart!" Director Qu is very good with words.

Hearing this, Zheng Jiong's face changed drastically. He hurriedly asked further: "Two directors, let's go inside and sit a bit…"

"From what you two mean, our hospital's Professor Fang has other arrangements?"

Director Qu said: "Naturally. Recently the National Health Commission just issued a letter, requiring vigorous promotion of new drugs, full-force promotion of major projects and new projects. Treatment R&D for new disease types, striving to keep up with the new era of medicine…"

"Professor Fang is on the core recommendation list, requiring our province to tilt a certain amount of resources toward him."

"We came today not only to review the medical quality of yesterday's Emergency, but more importantly, for Professor Fang Ziye of your New Campus."

"The other names on your Zhongnan Hospital list are all at the Old Campus..."

Director Zheng Jiong frowned at first upon hearing this, but immediately relaxed: "Thank you for your hard work, both Directors. It's a pity Professor Fang is too busy to hear this good news; otherwise, he would certainly be very happy."

"On behalf of our Hospital's Professor Fang, I thank the two of you..."

Director Qu said: "Director Zheng, this Professor Fang is an exceptionally, exceptionally outstanding talent. You must think of a way to keep him at the local level..."

Zheng Jiong frowned again upon hearing this.

Is this something I can accomplish myself?

Professor Wang Ou is forty-nine years old, of medium height, average build, but extremely handsome.

Even approaching the Age of Destiny, he still has a suave, elegant air — truly a beautiful man.

Wang Ou watched Fang Ziye enter the Changing Room, actively approached to watch Fang Ziye undress, and even pinched Fang Ziye's firm muscles: "Never trained, natural muscles."

"This physique is really good, has the style of my youth. A pity I've put on some weight now."

Fang Ziye wasn't pretentious either: "Professor Wang, your age is the very peak — technique, fire candidate, physical strength, knowledge cognition are all at their peak."

"It's the Peak Years."

"Old! ~" Wang Ou shook his head, sighed.

"Compared to Professor Fang, I'm old in every aspect."

"For example, this time you invited me six times, I refused five times, and only because I couldn't resist you did I dare come accompany you on this foolish trip."

"If it were pushed forward ten years, when you first invited me, I probably would have come." Wang Ou said with self-mockery.

Fang Ziye pursed his lips: "Thank you, Professor Wang, for understanding my overestimation of my abilities! ~"

"But the path must be walked to know if it's suitable; even if it fails, even if the probability is very small, one must try."

"Professor Wang, if it really fails, you don't need to take responsibility."

Fang Ziye knew that Professor Wang Ou refusing him so many times meant he had definitely suffered society's and reality's beating.

Wang Ou put his hands on his hips, tilted his head, and directly cursed: "Fang Ziye, are you looking down on me?"

"I'm standing right here, and you still want me to take the blame?"

Wang Ou patted his biceps brachii: "Come, feel your Teacher Wang's muscles?"

Wang Ou was indeed Orthopedics Department style, using the most damn tone to say the most manly words. (Chapter End)