Chapter 765

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

Fang Ziye's work on clinical projects was not a secret; on the contrary, it drew the participation of most of the well-known orthopedic hospitals in the country.

Similarly, the process of Fang Ziye writing and submitting papers after finishing the clinical projects was not a secret either.

Fang Ziye was merely one of the corresponding authors; the email inboxes of all corresponding authors, and even the first authors, would receive feedback from the editorial department.

The publication of a single CAA paper is enough to attract the attention, even a sensation, in the industry.

While still on the road, Fang Ziye received congratulatory texts from both of his masters—

Hu Qingyuan was responsible for driving; Fang Ziye, in the passenger seat, read the encouragement message sent by Yuan Weihong very seriously—

"CA Cancer J Clin" publishes very few articles: the journal publishes only about 30-50 papers per year, mainly global cancer statistics reports and authoritative reviews, with very few original research articles.

Participation of Eastern Han scholars:

Independent authors: almost zero (because the content needs to represent global or large regional data).

International cooperation: Chinese scholars may participate as collaborators in global multi-center studies (such as epidemiological statistics).

In the 2023 Global Cancer Statistics Report, the Eastern Han National Cancer Center (Academician He Jie's team) provided Chinese data, but the paper body was led by the US team.

"Ziye, this time you're going to be awesome, truly, genuinely, solidly awesome for once."

"Congratulations, after nearly a year of accumulation, you have finally shaken the academic world worldwide."

"This is the charm of academia; from now on, you are no longer simply Professor Fang Ziye of Hubei Province; you are a scholar representing the Eastern Han tumor circle, and you are likewise one of the world's oncology scholars."

Yuan Weihong's encouragement was substantive, with objective comparisons.

Compared to Yuan Weihong's words, Deng Yong's message appeared slightly thin.

Because Deng Yong's participation in this project was extremely low, near zero; the last name he could hang on was just a second author.

But don't underestimate the value of a CAA second authorship!

Fang Ziye took a deep breath and typed: "Master, we should share the joy."

"You are also one of the project participants."

Yuan Weihong is one of the co-first authors.

A paper like CAA can have many first authors.

Fang Ziye is first author and corresponding author; Lan Tianluo and Nie Mingxian are co-corresponding; Luo Tingzhu, Jie Han, Yuan Weihong, Liao Jia, and others are co-first authors...

Of course, there are many more people hanging their names as co-first authors on such a major paper, including the ward directors of the bone tumor specialty at large hospitals like Zhongnan Hospital.

But the value of their co-first authorship is relatively smaller, after all the corresponding unit is still mainly hung on Zhongnan Hospital here.

"Haha, don't try to fish for my words; you, Lan Tianluo, and Jie Han are all my students; you hanging me as a corresponding author, I can explain that clearly." Yuan Weihong sent a video directly; in the video, Yuan Weihong's smiling face squeezed the screen.

Even the gaps between his teeth were a few degrees wider than when Fang Ziye saw him yesterday.

Even if it's just co-first authorship, being able to leave one's name on a top journal like CAA, this life is already without regret!

"Master, a few of us plan to go eat something; do you want to come along?"

"Tian Luo can only get takeout." Fang Ziye invited.

"I won't come; I'll go find little Jie Han separately for a few drinks."

"Looks like a mandarin duck butterfly..."

In the video, Yuan Weihong could be described as dancing with joy; and at this moment Yuan Weihong was probably walking downstairs in the hospital area, so this smug him was quickly recognized by people.

"Isn't this Director Yuan? What's so happy? Say it and let me be happy too?" A voice from an older middle-aged person, unknown name, unclear face, suddenly barged in.

"Oh, it's Professor Ning; nothing much, just my student, heh, published a CAA, going to find him for some barbecue as a treat." Yuan Weihong's expression brightened up.

Just when he was drowsy, someone delivered a pillow.

"Published a paper? That deserves a treat, but barbecue is too low; at least go eat a good meal."

Professor Ning instinctively replied; perhaps because he had missed Yuan Weihong by two steps, he hurriedly ran over, as if this round trip had been castrated: "What did you just say?"

"CAA?"

"Is it the one I'm thinking of?"

A sharp voice pierced through the phone into Fang Ziye's ears; one could hear the other party's expression had definitely distorted.

In the medical field, a single JAMA can directly launch a team; if it's Nature or Science, it would be directly commended by name by the hospital, even the hospital's official website would hang it for a month to celebrate.

Although CAA is a review, its impact factor is high; this thing taken out to show off, nationwide it's basically unique...

It can occupy half of Zhongnan Hospital's version, and even make the First Clinical College and Basic Medical College boil over.

"Professor Ning, yes."

"You're right; eating barbecue is a bit degrading."

"Professor Ning, better to meet by chance than by appointment; do you want to come along?" Yuan Weihong's jawbone absolutely laughed dislocated; upper and lower jawbones just wouldn't close.

"I've seen your ghost? Director Yuan, don't joke!" Professor Ning's tone normalized, yet seemed abnormal again.

Yuan Weihong's smile half-restrained: "Professor Ning, how can this be a joke? It's already accepted; publication is a matter of these few days."

"Of course, there is still a certain small risk now, but it should be on the online version before the new year; oh, you saying that reminds me, I have to go get some US dollars to pay the page fee..."

"This time I won't reimburse it."

Shrimp heart pig heart!!

Yuan Weihong is in shrimp heart pig heart.

Fang Ziye couldn't stand listening anymore; sure enough, Yuan Weihong immediately started jogging away.

Professor Ning discovered Yuan Weihong running away; loud scolding came from afar: "Careful you laugh until your dog basket trigeminal nerve spasms."

Professor Ning put down his professorial face and reverted to his Hubei Province nature.

"Dog basket" is the best adjective to describe Yuan Weihong.

……

"Bah, still trigeminal neural spasm? His whole body's nerves could spasm a hundred times and the Editorial Department wouldn't give a damn about him; at most he'd just be one of the statistical data points, with a bit of participation feeling." Yuan Weihong started complaining after running out of the Danger Zone.

"Master, we still need to be a bit more restrained." Fang Ziye was also happy, but calmly said a sentence.

Yuan Weihong puffed out his chest: "Restrained? Why should I be restrained?"

"It wasn't me who actively sought him out to say it; I'm laughing here, and he insisted on coming to ask. If I didn't tell the truth, wouldn't that be hypocritical?"

"Jie Han saw the message and came down too; I won't talk to you anymore."

"Ziye, take your students to eat something good, don't be too stingy. Your master, their grandmaster — I'll reimburse it, within two hundred thousand, order whatever!"

Yuan Weihong waved his hand grandly, directly stating a super terrifying number.

After Yuan Weihong hung up the phone, the atmosphere in the car was still somewhat "silent"!

Fang Ziye, while replying to other nominal co-first-author professors — such as Professor Song Cengwu of Huazhong Union Hospital Bone Disease Department's congratulatory message — spoke to his own students.

"My master isn't exaggerating; if twenty thousand, even two million could buy a CAA article, the CAA Editorial Department would have been packed with people long ago."

"This kind of thing cannot be measured by simple money; the benefits it brings to our team cannot be measured by twenty thousand or two million either."

"Qingyuan, now, your master can very naturally say this sentence to you all."

"Coming here, you've entered not just one of the nation's highest-quality teams, but one of the world's highest-quality teams — absolutely will not let your talents down!" Fang Ziye was happy, speaking very boldly.

No way!

Domestic teams publishing Science and Nature are very many, but teams publishing CAA — countable is an exaggeration; should say uncountable, none at all.

Fang Ziye and Ma Jun's team this time is the first time, the First Team.

Is it that previous teams didn't want to publish? That other Academicians couldn't afford page fees, that Academicians didn't want to submit?

None of the above.

Fang Ziye's from-inside-out showing off shook the several little ones speechless, moods up and down.

Before this, Fang Ziye's published articles were already terrifying, but still no groundbreaking "breakthrough" achievements.

That is, top medical journals like JAMA.

Although this kind of top journal is hard to publish in, every top-tier hospital has people who've rubbed against it.

"Master, we've always been proud and honored to be your disciples, never felt wronged being here."

"On the contrary, Tian Yao and I are the ones dragging the team down." Feng Junfeng opportunistically said something worldly, tone stern.

Fang Ziye Team's achievements have nothing to do with them.

Fang Ziye swaps a batch of students, still the top-tier team; but without Fang Ziye leading, without Fang Ziye's assembled team, those few are just Teletubbies, with zero combat power.

"Dragging down?"

"No no no! ~" Fang Ziye shook his head.

"You're not dragging down; each of you has your own task, your own contribution. Although participation in this project isn't enough, there ultimately is some!"

"Now it's just us few, no outsiders; Master can frankly tell you a sentence."

"After publishing this article, I have no more pursuit of which journal subsequent articles go to."

"So, our subsequent projects, regardless of where published, mainly pursue quality, not journal quality."

"What we do is: our published articles can raise the journal magazine's comprehensive impact factor — all are key breakthroughs!"

"Even bolder: all can push a discipline forward, break existing research deadlocks."

"This is our subsequent path."

"Don't worry that after you come in you'll drag things down; if you can't publish CAA later, what pressure is there?"

"No! ~"

"If your guts are even bigger, you can even imagine: if we create our own journal, build its impact factor into an SCI journal, into a Zone 1 journal, into twenty-plus points, forty-plus points journal……"

"However, you think this is the end?"

"No! ~" Fang Ziye shook his head again, tone crisp and neat, like a machine gun.

"We can also do: our research group will become the guideline production base for Orthopedics; most new Orthopedics disease treatment guidelines will be referenced by other teams, other countries, even WTO against our treatment plans."

"This is what we can go do."

"You can do many things; in my team, from top to bottom, any position you can find your own positioning."

Fang Ziye spoke to here, then slowly let out a breath: "Your master today, didn't drink, but is also a bit drunk! ~"

"So I'll speak heart-to-heart to you some words only sayable behind closed doors; these cannot be passed on."

"Although your master is shameless enough to not want to be put on a moral or other rack by others to be roasted."

"We do first, after doing, then announce externally what we're doing, what we'll do……"

"And, before this, your master has already opened up platforms for you to stay at each stage."

"This prototype has already basically come out."

"I'm very short of people! ~"

"So, saying a mushy sentence: you're not oil bottles, all are my precious."

"Even bolder: what you should think is absolutely not graduation problems, not job problems, but how to integrate into this team, find your own positioning."

"Clinical, research two major categories. Management also works."

"I lack people, lack them to death; how many good things have I sent to other professors?" Fang Ziye continued starting intangible showing off.

Actually also revealing his inner voice.

Before you yourself have any accumulation, you can only use some interests to exchange for some accumulation.

Otherwise, now Hu Qingyuan goes to which Academician team saying, I'll be awesome in future, you give me your position……

Isn't that nonsense?

The Fang Ziye of back then, which is to say the current Hu Qingyuan, was no different.

But the current Fang Ziye is not the Fang Ziye of back then.

After this, he no longer needed to be responsible to anyone, nor did he need to surrender to anyone; he could bring out his own accumulation and achievements and persuade most people.

If he couldn't persuade them, he'd beat them into submission!!!

The research world ultimately speaks with absolute strength and results.

It has always been this way.

Before long, several people drove to a fairly authentic Sichuan cuisine restaurant.

Hu Qingyuan took the initiative to open a bottle of wine.

Then he felt it wasn't enough, so he opened another bottle.

Fang Ziye wasn't on the third-line shift today, so he could drink a bit more leisurely.

However, to prevent Fang Ziye from getting carried away, he still asked in advance: "Master, have you already given instructions to Professor Zeng? He won't call you today, right?"

Fang Ziye nodded: "Rest assured, Professor Zeng Duoqin is a professor, a chief physician; an emergency patient that even he can't save is simply a matter of fate."

"I also can't 007 guard the hospital; there must be rest time."

Fang Ziye's skills are formidable, but you can't count on Fang Ziye alone to shoulder the rescue of all emergency patients, can you?

Would Fang Ziye still be alive then?

"Master! ~"

"The dishes haven't arrived yet, let's drink a little less for now." Feng Junfeng handed the decanter to Fang Ziye and suggested.

"Today no one can get drunk; we can speak freely and say everything we want to say."

"After today, tomorrow everything remains the same: bed management still needs bed management, scolding still happens, consulting still happens, learning still needs to be done..." Fang Ziye said.

With this, the atmosphere in the private room became exceptionally comfortable.

This wasn't drinking, but tasting wine.

It wasn't just the dishes that went with the wine.

For Hu Qingyuan and the others, what went with the wine, besides Fang Ziye's achievements, was the future.

For Fang Ziye, what went with the wine, besides the joy of publishing papers, was these several students.

In the future, Fang Ziye would have to be thoroughly responsible for them.

Even if they are still very immature now, they will grow; growth needs time, and this time is what Fang Ziye must earn for them...

There is no absolute overnight success; Fang Ziye can't do it, Hu Qingyuan can't do it, not many people can truly achieve overnight success.

Fang Ziye did not go home, but called a designated driver to send himself and Hu Qingyuan and the others to the hospital; after Fang Ziye ran to the doctor's rest room and simply washed up, he entered the director's office.

Tonight, Fang Ziye planned to just stay right here.

Because Fang Ziye knew very well that the more carried away the time point, the more cautious one must be.

After drinking, alcohol has a metabolic process; he himself wasn't drunk, and after a few hours it would be metabolized away.

To avoid mishaps at this time point, Fang Ziye simply stayed at the hospital; this way, if something really happened in the middle of the night, he could still attend to it.

Joy is joy, celebration is celebration, but work still needs to be done.

He is the director; this ward is his responsibility, and he must shoulder this responsibility, even if Fang Ziye could leisurely go home to rest.

But Fang Ziye still chose to stay in the director's office.

The video opened, and Luo Tingzhu's clear and beautiful face appeared on the other side of the video.

She had also ordered a milk tea and was holding some snacks, continuing to celebrate.

Currently, Luo Tingzhu had no friends in Enshi, and few familiar people, so she could only celebrate alone.

"Senior Brother, I asked my relatives to send over some specialties from our hometown. Although there's some overlap with Enshi's specialties, some are still different!"

"I plan to bring them to Mom and Dad to taste."

"Also, Senior Brother, I contacted a wedding planning company; I plan to book a 158,000 yuan package. Although it's a bit expensive, I can pay for it myself; do you think that's okay?"

The couple's wedding date was approaching; although the two hadn't gone to get the marriage certificate yet, Luo Tingzhu had already changed how she addressed them.

Recently, Luo Tingzhu had already paused her research project and was preparing pre-wedding matters!

Including the Han City wedding photos during the New Year holiday, the wedding venue decoration, and so on.

Currently, the young couple's budget was still relatively sufficient, and they didn't plan to make a big fuss, but for the wedding venue decoration they still planned to take out around 150,000 to "have a good time"...

That's not a small amount.

Wedding venue decoration is fleeting; it's completely burning money.

But Luo Tingzhu also assessed her own economic strength and chose a relatively luxurious wedding.

"Tingzhu, my meaning is still to keep it slightly simpler."

"At that time many teachers will come to attend the wedding; too extravagant wouldn't be good..." Fang Ziye said.

Luo Tingzhu also understood Fang Ziye's meaning and said: "Senior Brother, then you're underestimating the wedding's money-burning ability; a 150,000 venue isn't as extravagant as you imagine."

"It's not considered over the top."

"Senior Brother, I'm not being luxurious either; I just feel we can leave a memory, and it's within our capability."

Fang Ziye thought seriously for a moment: "Then let's settle it like that; when you return to Han City, we'll go together to confirm the style."

"Actually, being too shabby would be a bit pretentious instead; anyway our money comes from legitimate sources, and there's no need to overly conceal anything."

"It's just the house; I still haven't bought a good one." Fang Ziye said.

"I have one there; Senior Brother, it's not like you can't afford it."

"Senior Brother, I feel you still need to have a few more sets of clothes custom-made; not wedding formal wear, but clothes for attending relatively important occasions that can be more appropriate."

"And then..." Luo Tingzhu, without realizing it, had actually transformed into something of a virtuous little wife, and began making arrangements for Fang Ziye.

It wasn't that Luo Tingzhu couldn't do it; she was just too busy, and still had her own "research dreams" and "professional dreams," so she definitely couldn't spare that much time to dress up Fang Ziye.

"Mm, thanks, Tingzhu." Fang Ziye nodded, his gaze growing even gentler.

"Hehe, in a few more days we can see each other again, by then it'll be the New Year... we agreed, we'd bring Mom and Dad to Hunan Province to set off fireworks and then rush back..." Luo Tingzhu started looking forward to the New Year.

"Are you sure you're not going back with Tian Luo?" Fang Ziye asked.

"I can make time to go back with you guys."

Luo Tingzhu shook her head: "Tian Luo going back alone is fine; after the New Year, I'll go see my parents alone."

"We're practically getting married, I have to go see them."

"Right..." Fang Ziye was very happy Luo Tingzhu could untie her heart knot, but actually didn't want Luo Tingzhu to untie it in this way.

But the current result was pretty good too.

There are too many helplessnesses in the human world; on Eastern Han's road of progress and prosperity, there are always people bearing heavy burdens and forging ahead.

Even now, the safety and harmony that appear before us still have people endorsing them from behind; they stand behind every aspect of every industry in Eastern Han.

Fang Ziye said again: "Tingzhu, I'm very happy that we can also start slowly standing behind, silently contributing a little something to make her more beautiful."

"I still feel our country is very, very good, very, very beautiful."

"..."

A night without words.

The next day.

The matter of Fang Ziye's paper acceptance still fermented.

Although it didn't ferment throughout the whole hospital, Professor Gong Jiahe, Professor Du Xinzhan, Professor Deng Yong, Liu Huanglong, and several other Orthopedics Department bigwigs all rushed to the New Campus to congratulate Fang Ziye.

The congratulatory ceremony naturally wasn't held on a grand scale.

But after the Doctor's Office door was closed, Professor Deng Yong and Professor Gong Jiahe personally announced this good news, and the applause in the office lasted a full five minutes or more.

This achievement was too important.

Although it was still far from the medical world's highest honor, the Nobel Prize, for Zhongnan Hospital, Fang Ziye's current breakthrough was not less than a Small Nobel!

Because Zhongnan Hospital has had Distinguished Youth, has had Changjiang Scholars, has had Academician Nominations...

Except for no Academician, it also never had a top journal like CAA.

What's more, Fang Ziye published in CAA with a clinical project; the journal and the article's gold content had absolutely no problem!

"Thank you, various teachers, for specially running over to send me blessings, but this is absolutely our Orthopedics Department and even the entire Surgical Department's happy event, not my sole effort."

"Among them, Professor Liu Huanglong, Professor Du Yingshan, Professor Hu Pingdong, and my Masters all have the grace of mentorship and guidance toward me."

"A single thread makes no line, a lone tree makes no forest; I just had good luck, obtained so many teachers' support, and as a representative, was crowned with this honor."

"So, we should make persistent efforts; I believe with the first time, the subsequent times won't be difficult either." Fang Ziye opportunely cracked a joke.

Yuan Weihong heard this and immediately gave an "mm."

Those able to enter the office are all adults; others couldn't possibly fail to understand your insinuation.

But what time is it today, that you can say this kind of thing?

Fang Ziye said again: "This isn't the end, nor the final, but rather just the beginning."

"Bone tumor treatment still has many places that can continue to be improved."

"Not just bone tumors, not just our Trauma Surgery either; every branch of our Orthopedics Department has its own forward system, every road, as long as it can be walked forward, can have major breakthroughs."

"So, I hope we various teachers can cooperate with mutual exchange in the future, strive to produce more honors..."

"Finally, on behalf of our New Campus, I very sincerely express heartfelt thanks to the various teachers for your arrival! ~"

Fang Ziye slightly elevated the content of his speech.

This kind of talk was more official; everyone actually doesn't like listening to it, but Fang Ziye as the New Campus Director had to say it.

Professor Gong Jiahe said: "Professor Fang, celebration is celebration, you have to treat guests to a meal, when are you treating?"

"This kind of good thing, can't not treat guests, right?"

Fang Ziye heard this and immediately frowned: "Teacher Gong, you don't know, our Orthopedics Department, in recent years I've treated guests the most times."

"My salary basically all got stuffed into it."

Finished crying poor, Fang Ziye gritted his teeth and said: "Of course, no matter what, treating guests still has to be done! ~"

"This weekend, all you teachers come together..."

After the Orthopedics Department's internal revelry ended, Fang Ziye also didn't become carried away with success, but very calmly closed his eyes and digested the previous bustle and joy into his body, then Fang Ziye said to his own Group's people:

"Go do ward rounds, after rounds go to surgery."

"After surgery today, I still have to go to the animal lab! ~"

Fang Ziye's words formed a stark contrast with the atmosphere during the celebration before.

This kind of gap made Li Nuo's eyelids almost flip over: "Ziye, can we not bring the atmosphere to such an extreme?"

"You're already like this, and you still want to compete/involute?"

Damn.

Li Nuo was completely convinced!

Fang Ziye, can't you settle down for a bit?

"Ward rounds then surgery access. Today's two surgeries are also relatively simple, one total femoral reconstruction, one limb salvage surgery." Fang Ziye gave an order and directly led the team to set off.

Hu Qingyuan added from the side: "Master, today Professor Wang Zongkai's side still has a surgery needing you to go over."

"It's a nerve transplant surgery! ~"

Fang Ziye naturally remembered, nodded: "Professor Wang already sent me the time arrangement."

"Nerve transplant surgery belongs to Hand Surgery's relatively cutting-edge operations; if you can break through it, Professor Wang's strength would not be weaker than a mature Hand Surgery Professor."

"However, nerve transplantation surgery is still much more difficult to perform than nerve anastomosis surgery, and nerve transplantation is also an important component of functional reconstruction surgery……"

"Lan Tianluo, if you want to seek further advancement in functional reconstruction surgery, you can lean toward this direction."

Lan Tianluo listened, tugging at his own earlobe, and said with a bitter smile: "Senior Brother, I can't lean that way."

"If I lean any further I'll be hung up! ~ I'm busy every day with my feet not touching the ground……"

Fang Ziye understood Lan Tianluo: "No way around it, your time as Chief Resident is different from mine; back then I still had a backup."

"But you have to do it all alone."

"Forget it, during your term as Chief Resident, don't think about doing new things; just guard your post well, occasionally participating in a research project is enough."

"Is Bed 3's surgery and informed consent all ready?" Fang Ziye asked Hu Qingyuan again.

The Bed 3 patient is Master's father; the surgery is scheduled for today, and Fang Ziye absolutely dare not be negligent.

"Rest assured, Master."

"Other than not knowing how to do the surgery, everything else is prepared." Hu Qingyuan said.

……

All the way through finishing the ward round of Beds 1-6, Fang Ziye's mood remained calm.

But when they arrived at the Room for Beds 7-9, Fang Ziye and the others restrained their smiles.

Even though the CAA was published, it still cannot wash away the fact that Fang Ziye's Monday surgery was called off.

When facing the Bed 9 patient, everyone more or less still had some guilt in their hearts.

However, the Bed 9 patient himself was relatively optimistic: "Professor Fang, can I process discharge first? Then after the festival, do I need to re-book an appointment?"

"If I have to re-book, then I won't discharge."

"Otherwise it's not easy to see Professor Fang you! ~"

Fang Ziye said: "Uncle, rest assured, your case is special, special handling for special matters; you discharge first, after the festival you will absolutely be the first to be hospitalized."

"Your treatment isn't over yet, it absolutely cannot be interrupted casually."

"After the festival, you will also be our department's first surgery; I hope by then we can expect a better result……"

"I believe you, Professor Fang."

"I've always believed you, even if I can only believe you." The old man's gaze was sincere.

The helplessness and trust in this sentence thoroughly washed away Fang Ziye's previous revelry aftertaste.

Treating a new disease type requires not only the doctor to pour out heart and blood, but the patient must also pay with their own courage, acting as the first human experiment.

So actually it's not just the doctor saving a certain category of patients; rather, they have been striving all along to pursue self-rescue.

After finishing the ward round, during the process of Fang Ziye leading the team to the operating room, Fang Ziye said: "This patient's surgery must be done well."

"After my surgery ends this afternoon, I'll personally drive to beg Liao Jia! ~"

"Have him help reconstruct his condition in an animal."

"Even if it's begging, I have to beg him to come! ~" Fang Ziye's tone was firm.

Lan Tianluo didn't stay up late last night, and temporarily had no emergency surgery, so he was in the team heading to the operating room.

He was silent, looking at Fang Ziye.

As if returning to the past, Fang Ziye has always been that person who, to do something well, would spare no cost.

Of course, Fang Ziye's sparing no cost does not include conspiracies and schemes, nor does it include selling his own character.

But besides character?

Even dignity, even humble kneeling, Fang Ziye has never cared.

This may be another kind of weapon in Fang Ziye's growth process.

Sorrow and joy belong only to the individual!

For Lan Tianluo, he can enjoy the happiness brought by ascension without any psychological waves.

Fang Ziye, however, must stop at the inch.

Because Fang Ziye is Director Fang.

"……" (Chapter End)