Chapter 763

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

Fang Ziye held his hands level at his chest, raised his head slightly, and stared somewhat blankly toward the shadowless lamp.

The shadowless lamps converged on the operating table and did not shine into Fang Ziye's vision.

The steady, rhythmic beeping of the anesthesia monitor was serene and regular, lulling one to sleep.

The circulating nurse slowly put down her phone, her gaze beginning to wander over everyone in the operating room, her heartbeat starting to speed up—

The operating table was surrounded by a group of surgical doctors, yet the surgery had temporarily halted; this was not a good sign.

Such a sign was no less ominous than the anesthesiologist suddenly standing up to announce something…

At the instrument table, the scrub nurse's hands had nowhere to rest; a pair of delicate hands held a bone rasp, lifting and setting it down, fingers cushioning it, making no crisp collision sound.

The device reps who had entered the OR to supply various instruments were also clustered in the corner of the operating room, conversation stopped, their gazes slightly surprised.

The atmosphere in the operating room froze at this moment.

Several device reps realized the surgical atmosphere was heading in an inexplicable direction and began to sit up straight…

Hu Qingyuan and the intern stopped their whispered conversation.

In this manner, it continued for a full five minutes.

Wang Ou coughed lightly, reminding Fang Ziye not to keep feigning profundity.

Fang Ziye's standing posture was indeed interrupted; he lowered his head slightly, looked once more at the surgical field, and closed his eyes: "Close the abdomen, stop the surgery, I'm going to talk to the family."

"Mm-hmm." Wang Ou's eyelids widened round as saucers, his eyeballs like plates.

"Cl… close the abdomen?"

Fang Ziye began to step back, his tone resolute, then started removing his gloves: "Yes, close the abdomen. This patient's surgical plan still isn't perfect enough; we just explored, and he deserves better."

Wang Ou was frantic: "Fang Ziye, have you lost your mind?"

"Lumbar spinal canal injury—there's no such thing as a diagnostic surgery for this; this isn't a tumor, much less an emergency surgery! ~"

"You can operate according to what you envisioned."

Fang Ziye announcing abdominal closure at this point—isn't this just messing around?

Fang Ziye looked at Wang Ou: "Professor Wang, I know, but I can't do this anymore! ~"

"Close the abdomen, delay the surgery, do the surgery after the Spring Festival."

"The surgical quality can become better."

Wang Ou lowered his voice, turning a few degrees colder: "Then how do you explain to the patient's family? Exploratory laparotomy? Nothing done and it's over? Cut open for nothing?"

"He'll report you, and one report will nail you!"

Fang Ziye fell silent; his movement paused for a moment, then he nodded fairly resolutely: "Let him report then."

"Based on the patient's current condition, this surgery still needs more thought."

"You should have thought it through preoperatively! ~" Wang Ou erupted in angry scolding.

"Surgery isn't child's play; once the room is opened, there's no such thing as stopping midway, Fang Ziye, don't joke around."

Fang Ziye said: "I'm not joking, Teacher Wang; closing the abdomen now is the best choice; otherwise, after a while longer, both I and the patient will regret it! ~"

"Even if he doesn't understand me, I can't completely cut off his way out! ~ If I hadn't thought it through now, I could choose to muddle through."

"But I just looked at his condition, and I've thought it through!"

"There can be a better plan."

"I'll take full responsibility! ~" Fang Ziye's gaze met Wang Ou's, with no more excess emotion.

In truth, Fang Ziye also felt some grievance inside; how could he not know the consequences of announcing abdominal closure at this moment?

But, being the first to eat the crab is certainly delicious, yet this is also the price that must be paid for being the first to eat the crab.

Compared to regretting it later, better to end it in advance.

Fang Ziye needed to overturn the previous surgical plan.

Because before this, Fang Ziye had never had any opportunity to personally see the real situation of human spinal cord injury, and no one would perform a dissection to expose it for Fang Ziye to see.

The performance in animal models differs too greatly from real human signs. So, Fang Ziye could only choose to pause the surgery.

Fang Ziye had already decided; Wang Ou no longer persuaded: "Fang Ziye, I'll remind you one last time, you need to think clearly."

"This decision of yours isn't about whether to eat rice or noodles for lunch today."

"Once chosen, it may affect your whole life; what I mean is, if public opinion ferments…"

"I'll go do my best to explain clearly to the patient's family; if I can't explain clearly, whatever they do, I'll accept it."

"But the plans we discussed before are all imperfect; even if they can solve part of the problem, they'll cut off all possibility of continuing to solve the problem."

"If I really did that, I would definitely regret it."

"Teacher Wang, I really would regret it!! ~" Fang Ziye had already taken off his clothes and gloves…

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he walked quickly toward the outside of the operating room; from the look of it, he was going to explain to the patient's family.

The moment Fang Ziye left, Wang Ou immediately bellowed: "Is anyone in charge here? Why the hell hasn't someone called Deng Yong yet? Standing there waiting to die?"

Hu Qingyuan was stunned by that shout, then without the slightest hesitation began searching the contact list to make the call.

No matter how crazy Fang Ziye acts, this matter is no small thing; the Bone Surgery Chief Deng Yong must be notified at the first moment, and even Professor Gong Jiahe's phone must be reached, to have both of them step forward and prepare a response plan.

The circulating nurse in the OR was in chaos, the anesthesiologist was in chaos, the device reps were in chaos.

Wang Ou and the others on the operating table were also somewhat in chaos.

However, Sun Shaoqing, who knew Fang Ziye relatively well, explained: "Professor Wang, Fang Ziye is doing this to be responsible to the patient, responsible to the surgery; that's why he called a halt to the surgery."

"He's not someone who talks nonsense."

Wang Ou shouted: "The family won't listen!"

"The patient won't listen either!"

"Either don't open the OR, but if you do, you'd better find a passable reason."

"Opening the patient's body, taking a look, and closing it again — what kind of thing is that?"

"Our country's laws don't support this."

"The confirmed diagnosis of spinal cord injury does not rely on diagnostic surgery!!!"

"Ah—!" Wang Ou raised his head to look at the ceiling, let out a pained low roar, then gritted his teeth and said.

"Why did I come, why am I accompanying Fang Ziye in going crazy?"

But Wang Ou only roared in anger for two brief seconds, then opened his eyes: "Li Nuo, you step down!"

"Go outside and tell the patient's family, I assess their situation as only suitable for first-stage exploration and neural tube decompression; second stage, second stage find another chance to do the surgery."

"I persuaded Director Fang, Fang Ziye followed my opinion, so the surgical plan was temporarily changed, it must be changed based on the actual situation!"

"Go right now!"

"Run over there!"

Wang Ou did not let his words fall to the ground.

A talent like Fang Ziye shouldn't face this much pressure at this age, so he, Wang Ou, even if he had to suffer losses and hardship, had to shoulder this for Fang Ziye.

This had nothing to do with currying favor or human relations, merely as an elder seeing a genius in the field, he had to extend this foot for Fang Ziye to step on, lest he fall into the abyss.

Li Nuo ran out, right at the OR doorway, intercepted Fang Ziye, and quickly relayed Professor Wang Ou's exact words.

Fang Ziye listened, nodded: "Good, Master Nuo, you go back and thank Teacher Wang for me."

"I won't feign loftiness, but if I did nerve substitution surgery on him today, I'd definitely regret it!"

"Nerve substitution surgery is a technique that sacrifices some functions permanently to rescue potential, in exchange for partial function."

"I just had a better idea, so I can't do this." Fang Ziye explained a sentence to Li Nuo.

"I believe you, Ziye!"

"But you've got too much balls." Li Nuo's expression was somewhat conflicted, but conflict couldn't last forever.

Li Nuo chose to return the same way.

With Professor Wang Ou's talking points, the conversation became slightly simpler.

Actually this was a compromise statement: neural decompression, preparing for second-stage surgery, this is a common surgical technique in spine surgery.

Common surgeries all do it this way; this kind of spinal cord injury needing second-stage or even third-stage surgical treatment had been discussed many times preoperatively.

The patient's family felt puzzled but didn't say much more.

Spinal cord injury that the whole world cannot treat, Fang Ziye directly and easily cured — would you think it's this world that's crazy, or Fang Ziye?

A god among humans must also have a limit.

Even someone like Yuan Longping, a living god in the human world, wouldn't dare imagine achieving ten thousand catties per mu or a hundred thousand catties...

"Auntie, Big Brother, Uncle's situation is still very tricky."

"So the first stage can't solve it directly. It's like planting crops — we need to loosen the soil in advance, to prepare for sowing the seeds later."

"This is the decision made after careful discussion between me and Professor Wang of Spine Surgery, also what we anticipated preoperatively — needing second stage, even third stage, to sequentially complete the surgery."

"Going from nothing to something requires a step-by-step process." Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye's explanation drew no rebuttal, but the old man's daughter hurriedly asked: "Then Doctor Fang, will this surgery improve my dad's condition?"

"Even if just a little bit?"

Fang Ziye was silent for a while, shook his head: "This surgery is only simple decompression, won't improve symptoms; it's like building a house — just drawing the design drawings on paper, not yet time to break ground."

"But there's one good news: after exploration, we feel this surgery's prognosis may have further room for improvement, just the timeline will be pushed back some."

"This is actually good too; Uncle can be discharged after the incision heals, go home for the New Year, then come back for second-stage surgery."

"It doesn't delay anything."

"We're all for the final surgical outcome being better."

"Then this surgery's cost?" the daughter asked.

Fang Ziye said: "Basically no cost, only a small amount of anesthesia fees and OR turnover fees; after reimbursement probably just a few hundred yuan..."

"Rest assured on this, we didn't do any special surgery, definitely won't charge."

Fang Ziye finished explaining, turned back.

Fang Ziye knew he had lied to the patient's family; the real situation was fundamentally not as Professor Wang Ou said.

But communication is to solve problems, not create problems.

If a tactful approach could reach consensus with the patient's family, Fang Ziye wouldn't be so green as to insist on being lofty to the point of flawlessness.

Just, Fang Ziye walking back to the OR became exceptionally taciturn.

First thing he thanked Professor Wang Ou, then began calmly taking calls from Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong.

After simply explaining the ins and outs and the handling method, the two teachers didn't ask much more.

But they also explicitly said on the phone: Fang Ziye must remember this favor from Wang Ou.

Although Fang Ziye is Ward Director, in ability to shoulder responsibility, he definitely cannot compare to a proper professor.

Professor, Chief Physician — professional title is their greatest shelter, also the confidence to openly shoulder the burden.

Zhongnan Hospital's professors, nationwide barely qualify as experts; not like those fake 'expert titles' in prefecture-level city hospitals!

After hanging up, Fang Ziye grew even more taciturn.

Li Nuo had previously hung around in Spine Surgery, so on closing the incision, he was extremely adept.

After Wang Ou handled some details, he handed the surgery over to Li Nuo, then physically twisted Fang Ziye out of the operating room, out of the surgical suite, and down to the changing room!

"Ziye, you shouldn't be teasing your Teacher Wang, right?" Wang Ou questioned Fang Ziye.

Although he knew Fang Ziye wasn't deliberately joking, treating the patient like a doll, today's scene still made Wang Ou feel his worldview was a bit disordered.

The surgery was done, yet not done.

Fang Ziye directly called a halt to the surgery midway!

Fang Ziye lowered his head slightly: "I'm sorry, Teacher Wang, this surgery, I myself did not prepare thoroughly enough, my understanding of spine surgery is still not deep enough."

"So? Before the surgery, you didn't have a fully complete plan, and it troubled you."

Wang Ou directly knocked on Fang Ziye's head: "The fuck is this a matter of troubling? You fucking didn't scare me to death."

"Good fellow?!"

Wang Ou took a deep breath, then touched the spot on Fang Ziye's head where he had knocked: "However, being able to not do surgery for the sake of surgery, this point, I still appreciate you very much."

"But next time, remember to find a compromise, too rigid and you'll break."

Fang Ziye immediately said: "Teacher Wang, what I told you is my most genuine thought, if I go out and communicate with the patient's family, I definitely won't put it that way."

"I'll say, we did peripheral nerve release surgery in the first stage, first cleared out the nerves controlling limb function, to keep them for later use."

"Then this surgery, what other ideas do you have?" Wang Ou asked.

Fang Ziye nodded: "I have some, Teacher Wang."

"My previous thinking was wrong, yet not entirely wrong!"

"Since the spinal cord is continuous, the nerves emanating from the spinal cord are fixed segments, then is there a possibility, the nerve bundles below the spinal cord, can connect with the upper spinal cord through another way......"

"It's not that this possibility doesn't exist!"

"Teacher Wang, if this problem can be unblocked, then its result will only be 0 or 1!"

"The patient's peripheral nerves are intact and undamaged, as long as they can receive transmission from upper neurons again, his function, can even recover immediately."

"He doesn't have local structural damage, but local damage to the conduction system!"

"It's local organic lesions......"

Fang Ziye's explanation, he thought was clear, but to Wang Ou, who had never thought spinal cord injury could be reversed, he only felt his skull hurt a bit.

"Stop stop stop, don't tell me your guesses and thinking yet, you organize these things, unblock them, then tell me your idea."

"I don't want to guess guess guess......"

"I've already guessed until my skull got big before." Wang Ou said.

Good fellow, Fang Ziye has new ideas again.

Some of Fang Ziye's previous suggestions to Wang Ou nearly made his hair turn completely white.

For nearly a whole month, Wang Ou had been constantly beaten down by Fang Ziye's thinking and ideas, he wanted to rest a bit, steal some laziness.

Fang Ziye's thinking, truly fucking isn't something humans can keep up with.

"Teacher Wang, then you go rest first......"

"I'm sorry, in the evening, I'll come to your home, personally toast you to apologize and thank you!" Fang Ziye said.

He was the lead surgeon, suddenly interrupting the surgery midway, definitely scared Wang Ou.

But, Wang Ou was still quite capable of not flaring up, instead willing to step forward and cover for him, this kind of person is still very worth befriending deeply.

"The wine can be drunk, but the elderly you still have to respect."

"This disease type?"

"Using 'fucked up' to describe it is completely not excessive! Actually it's not strange you suddenly broke down." Wang Ou said.

Fang Ziye personally sent Wang Ou to the parking lot, enthusiastically bowed and waved goodbye to Wang Ou, then let out a long sigh of relief.

Fang Ziye's mood suddenly became slightly calm and complex.

Just, this feeling, no one can confide in......

The next two surgeries, completely entered Fang Ziye's comfort zone!

One severe infection, one diabetic foot limb salvage surgery.

Fang Ziye did them flying.

Li Nuo praised, Brother Su licked, Sun Shaoqing spoke even more extravagantly, and the device business who hadn't left directly also marveled at Fang Ziye's surgery.

Not everyone is willing to operate on such severe infection patients from other hospitals, even more not all teams are willing to touch this flirty diabetes type.

Annual diabetic foot amputation patients number in the hundreds of thousands.

Every data point needs a person to fill, only a very few teams can achieve reversal for some mild patients.

But at Fang Ziye's place, he even did limb salvage surgery on stage 4 patients, and the operation was smooth and successful.

This strength, is beyond doubt!

Therefore, even though the first surgery had an accident, Fang Ziye is still Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye's strength was not affected in any way.

Fang Ziye's reputation in the operating room, this battlefield where strength is respected, still stands at the peak.

No other reason!

Zhongnan Hospital previously never had the diabetic foot limb salvage surgery framework appear, Fang Ziye brought it into the operating room!

The anesthesiologist can show off with their experience doing anesthetic monitoring for diabetic foot limb salvage surgery, the instrument nurse and circulating nurse can also show off at the nursing branch society with their experience assisting diabetic foot limb salvage surgery.

Not saying it's unique, nationwide there probably aren't many nurses and anesthesiologists who have had this kind of experience.

When you possess experience others don't have, then you are a pioneer.

You are the benchmark, the awesome things you boast become the 'medical classics' others must learn......

Actually, even if Fang Ziye suddenly announced stopping a surgery, it wouldn't cause a subversive change to his career.

At most just a stir, then spread online for a while that Fang Ziye's surgical skills are poor, treating the patient like a doll, cut them open but didn't cut, just sent the patient out.

Even if this storm fermented, it was absolutely impossible for Zhongnan Hospital to directly get rid of Fang Ziye.

So, after the surgery ended, Fang Ziye also left the operating room relatively calmly.

Leaving Li Nuo and the others to clean up the mess.

Because the first surgery ended early, when Fang Ziye left the operating room, the time was only 3:20 PM.

However, after Fang Ziye went out, the first thing he did was go to the parking lot, following the photo Yuan Weihong sent, and found Yuan Weihong's BMW.

Yuan Weihong rolled down the driver's side window, holding a mineral water bottle in his left hand, the bottle full of soaked cigarette butts.

"Master, why did you come personally?" Fang Ziye asked.

"I handed the surgery over to Professor Gong Jiahe, then rushed over at the first moment."

"I arrived at 12:20, didn't disturb your surgery, now I'm hungry, will Master treat me to a meal?" Yuan Weihong threw away the cigarette butt in his hand.

"Master, let me drive. Of course I'll treat you..."

Fang Ziye said: "But I can't accompany you for drinks later, I still have to go visit Teacher Wang Ou."

"Today he gave me a hand."

Yuan Weihong closed the window, didn't yield the seat, but instead extended his right hand and patted it on Fang Ziye's shoulder.

Squeezed hard, as if calculating Fang Ziye's muscle strength.

"Tired?" Yuan Weihong's voice suddenly became inexplicably gentle.

"Say whatever you want to say..."

Yuan Weihong's voice, as if an invisible sharp arrow, pierced through Fang Ziye's heart, piercing through all of Fang Ziye's shells.

Fang Ziye's eye sockets instantly turned completely red, Fang Ziye also completely broke down: "Master, I propped myself up all by myself! ~"

Fang Ziye looked at his own panel: "Spinal Cord, Nerve Treatment Experience Level 7!"

A line of text appeared prominently.

This was the skill Fang Ziye had added all his cleared Knowledge Points to ten days ago.

But this thing, was also insufficient to support Fang Ziye directly smoothly accommodating this 'bastard disease type' of spinal cord injury!

"Master, I thought too highly of myself."

"I..."

Yuan Weihong said: "The high heights are too cold, dancing with the clear shadow, how does it compare to being in the human world?"

"Su Shi explained your current state clearly thousands of years ago."

"The higher the realm, the fewer people who can be companions, the more one feels loneliness and cold! ~"

"Even if you are invincible among men, you still cannot be invincible under heaven."

"You can be struck dead by lightning, poisoned to death..."

Yuan Weihong took a deep breath, forcefully pressed his eyelids: "It's just a pity, although you previously said, the two of us, both teacher and friend, but your master didn't achieve it."

"Never truly managed to be your friend."

"No one to discuss with, no one to share your joys and sorrows, not even anyone to discuss everything you do."

"Everything, all of it, is yours alone."

"Is this not another kind of headless fly?"

Yuan Weihong spoke to here, then suddenly took another long breath, asked: "Ziye, guess why I stayed at Zhongnan Hospital, for whom?"

"If you're smart enough, I believe you can guess it."

Fang Ziye widened his eyes, began to carefully calculate: "Could it be Professor Dong Yaohui?"

Deng Yong is impossible!

When Yuan Weihong was doing his doctorate, Deng Yong wasn't even a Ward Director yet, at that time Deng Yong was just an ordinary Associate Professor.

Above Deng Yong, the one originally planned to take the position of Trauma Surgery Director was his teacher-grandfather Professor Chu, Professor Chu passed away at only forty-eight or forty-nine, at the peak of all kinds...

What Yuan Weihong is asking, shouldn't be why he stayed at Zhongnan Hospital when Professor Chu was alive.

Going further back, Professor Xiong Zhizhang and Professor Li Guohua, neither count as especially charismatic, or rather, don't count as people with extraordinary Great Physician charisma.

When Yuan Weihong entered the hospital, Professor Xiong Zhizhang was about to retire, Professor Li Guohua had retired long ago, Yuan Weihong's entanglements with them weren't especially deep.

"Right! ~" Yuan Weihong wasn't surprised Fang Ziye could guess the correct answer.

"No matter what others say about Professor Dong Yaohui, but one must admit, even my master, and your master, both feel Professor Dong is a person of great charisma."

"If not for your teacher-grandfather's incident, our Zhongnan Hospital, would probably have gone up another floor."

"But this world, has no ifs."

"Because my master passed away unexpectedly, Professor Dong Yaohui also paid an extraordinarily tragic price."

"Because that time, Professor Dong knew Professor Chu had stayed up all night, he still had to dispatch Professor Chu to do an emergency surgery, sudden death."

"The system is like this! ~"

"You can exploit people, but you can't openly press people to death..."

"Once stained with such a label, you can never rise again. Can never tear off such a label."

"But actually, Professor Dong's charisma is still quite strong."

"The high heights are too cold, a thousand gold easy to get, a bosom friend hard to seek..."

"Your teacher me, also only had the good fortune to obtain some guidance from Professor Dong, only then did I have the academic attainment you saw at that time."

"Of course, the reason I tell you these things. Is to let you not leave any knots in your heart."

"Because as long as you stand high enough, then there will definitely be no one by your side."

"Otherwise, it just means you're not standing high enough."

"Lan Tianluo got the password to your other email." Yuan Weihong opened his own mobile phone.

Showing Fang Ziye Fang Ziye's other private email.

Fang Ziye's current academic email is managed by Research Assistant Han Jingyi; Fang Ziye only handles it personally when there is important information.

But Fang Ziye also has a private email, which Fang Ziye set up for convenience in contacting people.

It shows that, roughly starting from November of this year, Fang Ziye began successively discussing the issue of functional reconstruction after spinal cord injury with some well-known professors and experts at home and abroad.

It's just that Fang Ziye asked seventy-two people.

Not a single one was willing to engage with Fang Ziye.

The functional impairment from spinal cord injury differs from the functional impairment caused by ordinary organic lesions.

The functional impairment from spinal cord injury — this problem has no solution.

Functional impairment caused by peripheral organic lesions, even that caused by peripheral nerves, can all be solved by changing the problem-solving approach.

Therefore, Fang Ziye being able to break through functional reconstruction surgery and functional recovery surgery both fall within the current expected scope of medical research cognition.

Unexpected yet reasonable.

But functional reconstruction surgery after spinal cord injury — that belongs to the unexpected and the unreasonable.

Basic cognition is not enough.

It's like present-day Earthlings discussing the question of whether aliens exist — there simply isn't enough basic cognition.

No matter how you answer, it's wrong!

When ancients described speed, the most exaggerated comparison was "rising straight up ninety thousand li," but in reality the concept of li as a measure had long been discarded.

Light-years.

From Mars to Earth — how could it be only ninety thousand li?!

It's not that Fang Ziye isn't hardworking enough, nor that Fang Ziye's basic research isn't enough, but that Fang Ziye hasn't produced deeper basic cognition in advance.

So even if you, Fang Ziye, have produced mangled extremity limb salvage surgery and functional reconstruction surgery, that doesn't mean you can cross basic cognition to tackle functional reconstruction surgery for spinal cord injury!

Fang Ziye glanced at it and did not snatch Yuan Weihong's phone; his mood was instead very calm, only a touch of guilt: "Master, that's why I said, I was the one who got propped up on a pedestal."

"I was still a bit too eager to prove myself; even if I did something else, I could still succeed."

"So…"

Fang Ziye felt guilty for a while, then immediately said: "But, Master! ~"

"Today!"

"I discovered something new."

"Functional reconstruction for spinal cord injury — it can be done! ~ Absolutely can be done."

"This time, even if I still haven't completely figured it out, it's just a matter of these recent few days."

"I only need to do a few more animal experimental models." Fang Ziye said to Yuan Weihong.

Yuan Weihong was stunned for a few moments, swallowing back the words of comfort he had been about to say.

After his mouth opened and closed for a bit, he appeared rather bland and high-cold and said: "Actually, you saying this to me, I seem to only be able to give you a '666.'"

"Because I'm not you; I don't understand what the breakthrough you've made represents."

"What you're thinking in your heart right now has already broken through the broadest cognition, and you haven't even paved the way for the preoperative cognition! ~"

"No one can keep up with your leapfrogging thinking, so you've left yourself in the stratosphere, with no one who can be your friend."

"Even joy — no one can thoroughly share it with you."

"This path is the loneliest."

"You've become lonely too early…" Yuan Weihong still felt heartache for his student.

Is the feeling of "standing atop the peak" good?

Of course it's good.

But will the feeling of always standing atop the peak always be good?

Yuan Weihong also had no way to answer; he only knew that before, Old Professor Dong Yaohui's research thinking had been scolded by peers and disliked by his own students.

But they, in Fang Ziye's hands, were revived and carried forward.

It's just that Dong Yaohui was delayed by Professor Chu; otherwise Zhongnan Hospital might have taken flight once before Fang Ziye led it to soar.

Fang Ziye fell silent.

He knew.

He had thought about it, but at that time he still walked forward.

So Fang Ziye has no regrets.

One step taken, and he can never return to being an ordinary person.

An 'Immortal' no matter how much he levels his state of mind, no matter how much he disguises himself as a human, it's still a false appearance — impossible to truly and completely become human.

Fang Ziye can no longer turn back…

In academic discussion there is no confidant; on the Great Dao there is.

In life there is — that's enough.

Life has no foolproof method.

"Master, shall I treat you to Peking duck?" Fang Ziye actively suggested.

"Of course, you're paying, you choose." Yuan Weihong saw Fang Ziye's mindset was calm, so he put away the useless heartache…

Heartache solves no problems. (Chapter End)