Chapter 766: Medical Academic Genius Chapter 763: Meeting Liao Zha Again!

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

"Previously, with mangled extremity limb salvage surgery, by the time it approached the three-month mark, the first patient was nearly ready for discharge."

"But this time... Senior Brother Fang hasn't even managed to get a clear grasp on the approach... this spinal cord injury is truly f***ing terrifying." Lan Tianluo did not go on stage; instead, after the surgery entered its rhythm, he returned to the surgical timer panel, propping his chin, and shifted the topic elsewhere.

The patient was Senior Brother Fang Ziye's master's father, and also Lan Tianluo's master's father; Lan Tianluo had also seriously considered how his limb salvage surgery should be carried out, and the answer he arrived at was extremely difficult.

Yet Fang Ziye said this surgery wasn't difficult, but belonged to the category of surgical techniques that cannot be taught.

Lan Tianluo then understood: given Uncle's current condition, he could only rely on even more powerful basic skills to salvage the limb, rather than a situation where it could be saved merely by relying on some standard surgical routine.

Mangled extremity injuries also have to be graded and assessed by situation.

Fang Ziye also said it wasn't a problem with Lan Tianluo's thinking, but a problem with the operational aspect; Lan Tianluo naturally stopped struggling over it.

As someone who is currently only a Chief Resident, if he always struggled over basic skill level, his Chief Resident career would inevitably be extremely bumpy.

Hu Qingyuan's gaze flickered, and he whispered: "Senior Brother Lan, was my Master's pace of advancing mangled extremity limb salvage surgery this fast before?"

In Hu Qingyuan's current vision, mangled extremity limb salvage surgery still belongs to the category of ultra-high-difficulty techniques, not something he can lead a team to carry out.

At most he can only become a participant.

He himself only has to learn, yet has to accumulate for so long; but when Fang Ziye initially led the team in R&D, the time used was still less than two months — this kind of driving force can be called terrifying.

Thinking like this, this time his own Master prepared so long in advance for that one spinal cord injury, yet still had to call a halt to the surgery midway.

The difficulty gap between the two disease types is still too large.

Fang Ziye's technique is also growing; according to Lan, the current Fang Ziye, whether in theoretical level or technical fire candidate, is far more furnace-fire-pure-blue than a few years ago; describing him as peak mastery would not be an exaggeration.

"Mangled extremity limb salvage surgery, functional reconstruction surgery, and replantation surgery — Senior Brother Fang hasn't stagnated for long on any of them."

"After the surgery here ended the day before yesterday, I specially asked Big Brother Gu; when Senior Brother was at Enshi Yangyuan, leading the team to carry out diabetic foot limb salvage surgery and defect reconstruction surgery, they also didn't consume too much time."

"Discipline breakthrough research projects, although they can all be called discipline breakthroughs, the difficulty of each breakthrough is completely different."

Lan Tianluo slowly turned his head, gathering his vision back onto Fang Ziye, tone faint: "However, the bigger the wind and waves, the more valuable the fish; if Senior Brother Fang really succeeds in pushing through spinal cord injury."

"Even if others want to replicate this surgery, they will probably need a very long time."

"And within this time window, Senior Brother's fame will inevitably make a huge noise again, far surpassing any previous time."

Hu Qingyuan did not pick up on Lan Tianluo's words, but instead turned to ask: "Senior Brother Lan, next time, could you give me a few chances to suture tendons?"

"Recently, I feel my suturing technique has also had some small breakthroughs, but I can't directly ask Master for elective surgery suturing opportunities."

"The entry threshold for emergency tendon injury suturing is, after all, much lower than the threshold for reconstruction surgery."

Hu Qingyuan directly asked Lan Tianluo for opportunities.

Lan Tianluo's brow immediately furrowed: "No, today is only the twenty-something, it's not February yet, Hu Qingyuan, this progress speed of yours is a bit unreasonable, isn't it?"

"How long have you been in clinical practice?"

Hu Qingyuan heard this and smiled: "Senior Brother Lan, operations — different paths lead to the same goal; some operations and thinking in games can actually be laterally transferred into clinical operations."

"My Master once said, the proficiency of any basic skill can provide a blank embryo for the learning of other skills."

"A chef extremely skilled with knife work, if he is also a surgeon with relatively strong talent, his progress will be faster than others."

"Change the metaphor: it means if a surgeon can wield a kitchen knife to display knife skills, then his progress speed in incision and exposure aspects will be faster than those who don't know how to cook."

"One through, a hundred through."

Lan Tianluo asked: "When you play games, how high can your APM reach?"

Lan Tianluo doesn't have much interest in games; the games he has contacted are just match-3 types, requiring no operation at all.

But that doesn't mean Lan Tianluo has zero understanding of games; he also knows some basic terminology in the gaming world.

APM (actions per minute) refers to the number of operations per minute.

"Three hundred and up, generally those who can reach Strongest King, their peak APM won't be low."

"Mainly still have to look at effective operations."

"There was a period when StarCraft II just came out, I went to try it too; I found my effective APM could be around 300. If I continued practicing, it might improve to 340."

"But I, after all, prefer playing not this game."

After Hu Qingyuan explained like this, he added: "And Senior Brother, it was still Master who gave me a secret manual; he broke down all our common surgical operations into some game operations that are convenient for me to understand..."

"So..."

Lan Tianluo froze for a moment, asked: "For example?"

Hu Qingyuan said: "Finding position points, controlling casting distance."

"For example suturing technique, ultimately it's calculating the position of entry and exit points, familiarizing oneself with the distance of each suture's entry and exit points..."

Okay, this is not too similar to the secret manual Fang Ziye gave Lan Tianluo.

Lan Tianluo then "dotingly" patted Hu Qingyuan's shoulder: "You are all lucky; I am actually also relatively lucky."

Finished speaking, he stood up, went to the operating table side and watched for a while, reading Fang Ziye's surgical thinking.

A surgery, at Lan Tianluo's level, can already be broken down into these parts.

Surgical thinking, that is to say, how this surgery should be done, divided into which major operational directions.

Surgical details, postoperative rehabilitation and medication, and other major frameworks...

Fang Ziye's surgical thinking has not undergone any change; it's just that in the handling of surgical details, it has all reached a level that he, Lan Tianluo, cannot reach.

This is not Lan Tianluo's incompetence, but rather, concrete and minute operations cannot be compensated for by a more perfect surgical thinking.

When Lan Tianluo saw this, he glanced and discovered Hu Qingyuan taking notes.

The handwriting wasn't messy, but every sentence highlighted Hu Qingyuan's learning capability: "Exploratory surgery effective, using personal operation level to pull up a patient's rehabilitation upper limit."

"A standard protocol works because a powerful personal knowledge system upholds the efficacy of a surgical plan, compensating for the limitations of one's individual operational capability."

"A promoted protocol works because an even more powerful knowledge reserve, a deep understanding of disease, an accommodation of theory, and more exquisite operational composition drive a combination of simple basic skills to achieve considerable efficacy, thereby completing the treatment of a certain disease type."

"New instrument intervention works because new instruments replace a portion of an individual's basic skills and a portion of the treatment plan, thereby lifting the bottom line of certain surgeons and physicians from the foundation."

Lan Tianluo, seeing this, could not help but feel convinced.

Every profession has its specialization; interest is interest, talent is talent.

His Lan Tianluo's talent was not bad; it was just that the talent points he excelled at were not in the medical field.

The reason he could achieve enough in the medical field was because the mathematical knowledge he had previously learned propped him up.

The medical specialty was not the longest stave of his wooden bucket; it just so happened that he liked the medical specialty more, so he had today's achievements.

This kind of thing cannot be envied into existence.

Perhaps Hu Qingyuan's greatest talent wasn't playing games either; it was just that he happened to play games, and his technique was still very good...

However, Hu Qingyuan's talent wasn't high enough to completely crush Lan Tianluo, nor did it make Lan Tianluo feel despair.

What truly made Lan Tianluo feel despair, and feel something unattainably distant, was that beast currently serving as 'Lead Surgeon' on the operating table.

As a talented surgeon, 'killing one's senior to prove the Dao' is, after all, a fantasy lurking deep in the heart.

Even 'killing one's master to prove the Dao,' the student surpassing the master, is the inevitable path for a surgical team's rise.

Lan Tianluo felt that in another six or seven years, whether it was Master Yuan Weihong or Teacher Deng, they would ultimately end up behind him.

But this Senior Brother of his.

Even in another sixteen or seventeen years, he himself would probably still find it hard to reach Fang Ziye's current level.

Moreover, when he himself had passed sixteen or seventeen years, Fang Ziye would also have passed sixteen or seventeen years; at that time, Fang Ziye would be under fifty, still in the peak period of surgery...

The more he thought like this, the more Lan Tianluo felt Fang Ziye's talent was truly terrifying.

Of course, fortunately, he could accompany him all the way.

But why did Hu Qingyuan have to add that last point.

Lan Tianluo received an emergency consultation call; after a brief connection, Lan Tianluo agreed, then said to Fang Ziye: "Senior Brother, a minor trauma case came in downstairs; I'm taking Qingyuan over there."

"Okay! ~" Fang Ziye kept his head buried in the surgery; after clarifying that Lan Tianluo's words wouldn't disrupt the surgical rhythm, he paid it no mind.

Hu Qingyuan put away his notebook and followed behind Lan Tianluo.

Lan Tianluo asked: "Qingyuan, the things you just recorded, are they all your own insights? Not heard from someone else?"

Hu Qingyuan's note-taking wasn't hidden from others, so he wasn't afraid of being laughed at.

Hu Qingyuan nodded: "A good memory is no match for a bad pen; recording one's own thoughts and realizations, perhaps they will become an outline for inspiration later."

"I just jotted them down casually; some get transcribed into the large notebook, some get discarded."

Lan Tianluo didn't stop walking, continuing to ask: "Then what you wrote, that new instrument development actually raises a doctor's technical floor — how do you understand that sentence?"

"That's very easy to understand, Senior Brother Lan."

"ECG — the principle is difficult, right? But now, through the ECG machine, after a nurse operates it, one can immediately understand the heart's electrical potential and rhythm status."

"For instance, limb replantation surgery was previously considered nearly impossible, right? But now, under the intervention of the microcirculation instrument, a relatively mature orthopedic doctor can do the preoperative preparation for limb replantation surgery."

"A mature hand surgeon can then accept limb replantation surgery, wheel it into the OR, and carry out finger replantation."

"Bone tumor treatment originally had a certain entry threshold too, but after the intervention of microcirculation amputation surgery, many prefecture-level city hospitals in a future period of time can also elevate treatment effects several or even dozens of times by increasing chemo drug concentration."

"TB treatment becoming routine wasn't because doctors' operational skills improved, but because TB chemo regimens became standardized; even doctors in town hospitals can cure TB patients according to standard combination chemo regimens."

"To do a good job, one must first sharpen one's tools." Hu Qingyuan, also under Fang Ziye's cultivation, had slowly formed his own thinking.

This kind of thinking was not the wild, aimless fantasizing of aiming too high.

"Mm, not bad, Qingyuan, I think highly of you." Lan Tianluo sighed with emotion; he actually now had a feeling of a senior looking at a junior.

"..."

12:40.

Fang Ziye arrived at the OR doorway, took off his mask: "Master, Madam, the surgery is already done; now we just wait for the suturing."

"Should be about an hour before he comes out."

"The surgery was somewhat tricky; prognosis-wise, it might be slightly worse compared to general mangled extremity patients..."

"Ziye, you've worked hard; go eat quickly. It's almost 1 o'clock." Madam said busily.

Fang Ziye replied: "Madam, it's fine; I still have to go next door to open a surgery. It's already been waiting for a while."

"Have you and Master eaten?"

For the surgery to be more meticulous, Fang Ziye spent extra time in Madam's father's surgery.

Originally planned to eat after finishing surgery then go open a case; this time couldn't be squeezed out anymore.

But missing a meal occasionally won't starve a person to death.

Nor will it affect his state too much; after all, Fang Ziye had eaten his fill for breakfast.

Fang Ziye finished speaking and left, not giving Master and Madam time to struggle.

Madam looked at Yuan Weihong, silently sighed, but didn't say anything more.

Fang Ziye is Yuan Weihong's student; this entanglement lies here, Fang Ziye also couldn't help but be more meticulous; Fang Ziye came to the house many times, she wasn't particularly formal with him anymore...

Time flew, and it was already 5:35 PM.

Fang Ziye finished the core operation, then carefully reviewed the surgical details, and was about to step down to shovel rice.

Although missing one meal wouldn't starve him badly, his stomach still couldn't take it.

Hu Qingyuan had long since ordered takeout for Fang Ziye, followed Fang Ziye downstairs, and proactively said: "Master, let me drive you over..."

After Fang Ziye's surgery ended, he still had to go door-to-door to request help.

Although Hu Qingyuan had been informed in advance by Lan Tianluo that it was best not to follow Fang Ziye together in the afternoon.

Fang Ziye is Hu Qingyuan's teacher; a teacher must maintain a certain face in front of students.

Fang Ziye asking someone for help — he'd best not be present.

But Hu Qingyuan had his own ideas, so after Lan Tianluo specifically pointed it out, he even brought it up himself.

"Fine! ~" Fang Ziye still wasn't sure what Liao Jia was thinking.

Liao Jia would certainly be willing to help temporarily, but Fang Ziye's trip this time wasn't just hoping Liao Jia would help temporarily.

Losing his temper aside, Liao Jia's ability was after all there for all to see.

This time, if Liao Jia hadn't left, perhaps his own clinical project progress would advance, and wouldn't be so slow.

Animal experimentation is a science; although Fang Ziye understood basic animal experiments and had led a team to develop an animal experiment model,

the intricacies within were also subdivided into branches, and Fang Ziye couldn't fully accommodate them all.

Common surgical clinical models, to be successfully built, also required a certain specialty, and this specialty ability had no corresponding specific skill item on Fang Ziye's panel! ~

The 'skill' Liao Jia possessed shouldn't be the common kind, but rather a new technique created by integrating his years of understanding.

"Pig trotter rice, the taste is still quite good." Halfway through the car ride, Fang Ziye, full from food and drink, belched while enjoying the happiness brought by satiety, sighing emotionally.

"Master, this place delivers the fastest; I thought it tasted pretty good, so I ordered it for you — it's not that kind of heavy flavor."

"And I was also afraid you'd eat too full, leaving no room in your stomach later." Hu Qingyuan had deliberately prepared for Fang Ziye to accompany him in drinking later.

As far as Fang Ziye was concerned, gold was easy to get, but talent was hard to find.

Hu Qingyuan understood Liao Jia.

A proud free agent like this, if he had no ability his pride would just be stupid arrogance; if he had ability, his pride was impressive arrogance.

Every capable person had their own temper, and Fang Ziye was no different.

Other professors could accommodate Fang Ziye in all aspects, so when Fang Ziye faced other talents, he must also do the same.

This was inheritance, this was Hu Qingyuan's own understanding...

Liao Jia had just returned from overseas travel not long ago, temporarily hadn't taken a job, and was currently arranging going home for New Year and settling down in Han City.

After Fang Ziye and Hu Qingyuan knocked on the door carrying gifts, a woman's voice came from inside: "Liao Jia, someone's knocking."

"Go see if it's someone looking for you again."

Liao Jia's fidgety voice came over: "Who is it? So late at night, still not letting people rest..."

"I said, I'm not signing the contract first."

Liao Jia opened the door; he was wearing an apron and cooking, at that moment wiping water stains off his hands with a tissue.

After clearly seeing it was Fang Ziye and Hu Qingyuan, Liao Jia said meaningfully: "I thought Professor Fang was too busy to come!"

Perhaps hearing someone visiting, that woman also hurried from inside to outside.

Just then she reached the living room, turned her head and said: "You invite Professor Fang and them in? Standing at the doorway, what kind of talk is that?"

After Liao Jia made way, he went back to the kitchen and took off his apron!

Then he thought for a moment, and simply packed up all the dishes prepared in the kitchen: "Wang Si, pour Professor Fang a cup of tea first; we'll go out to eat later."

"This is Professor Fang Ziye I told you about."

"Sister-in-law, hello. This is my student, Hu Qingyuan."

"Where should I put this?" Fang Ziye asked with a smile.

The woman standing opposite, her age unclear, had a melon-seed doll face, looking to be around twenty years old.

But according to what Fang Ziye had heard, this Wang Si should be the same age as Liao Jia, around thirty-three or thirty-four, just with a younger-looking face.

"Thank you, Professor Fang, for bringing gifts; give me your things, I'll put them away."

"So there's no mistake later, giving too much to someone else." Wang Si very cleverly led Fang Ziye and Hu Qingyuan into the study.

They didn't know if the two of them rented or bought the house; the space was very large, a new large-layout unit.

Over three hundred square meters, six bedrooms and two living rooms, the study space was still very large.

After Fang Ziye and Hu Qingyuan followed Wang Si into the study, they found that besides the book collection, there was nothing else in the study.

Wang Si first arranged things in an empty space, then said: "Professor Fang, Little Hu, thanks for bringing your things over; since you're here, I won't stand on ceremony with you."

"I'll go out first to prepare tea for you."

Wang Si's conduct was far more mature than her apparent age, courteous but not distant, handling the proportions extremely well.

When Fang Ziye and Hu Qingyuan came out of the study, Liao Jia had already packed the prepared dishes and put them into the three-door refrigerator, and was talking with Wang Si: "Go for hot pot mutton later?"

"Professor Fang prefers spicy flavors."

Wang Si said: "Sure, I haven't had hot pot mutton in a long time; I just don't know how the mutton quality is."

"Professor Fang doesn't mind, right?"

"Professor Fang, bring your student and sit down; Liao Jia always says you and he are teacher and friend and brothers, so I don't treat you specially as an outside guest."

While Wang Si was fiddling with the tea set, her technique was actually quite refined; she must have some kung fu: "And after reading some of Professor Fang's papers, I've long admired Professor Fang."

"Just returned not long ago, not yet settled, so I haven't been able to find a chance to pay a visit."

Wang Si's mature conduct was more skilled than Wu Xuanqi's, with proportions and measures handled extremely well.

Even so, after Wang Si spoke, Fang Ziye for a moment had some stirring thoughts, feeling Liao Jia might be deliberately leaving him a retreat route, just waiting for Fang Ziye to give him a way out.

Of course, after thinking it over, Fang Ziye gave up that idea: "Sister-in-law, I thought you and Brother Liao just returned and still have things to manage, so it's inconvenient to disturb you."

"Otherwise, I would have come to visit long ago..."

Liao Jia interrupted: "If we all talked like that, we could stand on ceremony for five hours tonight."

"Fang Ziye, Hu Qingyuan, Fang Ziye's student."

"Wang Si, my wife, your sister-in-law. She's already been hired at Huazhong Union Hospital." After Liao Jia simply introduced their identities,

he directly said: "Professor Fang, just say directly what business you have; after saying it, we can go eat."

"Whether you should or shouldn't doesn't affect us eating together anyway, and it's already this late."

Liao Jia was very direct; he and Fang Ziye were already familiar, so naturally there was no need for polite greetings like when they first met.

Fang Ziye heard this, thought for a moment, then said: "Liao Ge, then I'll speak directly."

"The first matter is that I've come to ask for your help. I recently took in a patient with functional impairment of the limbs due to spinal cord injury. I plan to perform a functional reconstruction surgery on him. I made an incision before, then sutured it back up..."

"So I hope you can help me transfer this patient's situation roughly intact into a rabbit, so I can prepare several surgeries in advance."

"The second matter: I want to make the functional reconstruction surgery for spinal cord injury into a routine surgery, so I hope Professor Liao can lend a hand."

Fang Ziye no longer struggled or concealed anything, directly stating his purpose clearly.

Liao Jia leaned his back back, naturally crossing his legs in a figure-four, but Wang Si merely glanced at him and said: "What kind of move is that?"

"Don't always play two-faced games, guessing back and forth..."

"You usually mutter in my ear that Professor Fang doesn't act human, but when you came back you didn't even come see him. This time you came, you gave someone else the cold shoulder."

"Your little thoughts are written all over your face for me to see?"

"You're so grown up now. If you have thoughts, speak them. If you have business, discuss it..."

Liao Jia abruptly put his foot down, looked at his wife: "How did you sell out my bottom line?"

Wang Si said: "Sell or not, that's what you think too."

"You're not some fifty-year-old elder, nor is it an era of inconvenient travel. What hermit are you pretending to be?"

"Whether it's a contract or cooperation, ultimately you want to do something."

"Don't string others along either."

"What era is it now, still playing this push-and-pull routine? You'll regret it to death."

Wang Si is a very opinionated person.

"Whatever you want to say, just say it to Professor Fang." Wang Si stood in the middle, yet became the intermediary between Fang Ziye and Liao Jia.

Fang Ziye heard this and immediately became overjoyed.

Turns out, it wasn't just his own speculation. Turns out, he wasn't that bad either, so Liao Jia never thought his team was just anyone you could find.

"I finally got a chance to put on an act, why did you have to tear off my mask?" Liao Jia sighed.

With Wang Si saying this, he was now in a relatively passive position.

"Plenty of chances to act. Haven't you acted enough in front of others?"

"How many times did Wu Xuanqi come? And how many calls did Nie Mingxian make to you?"

Wang Si continued: "Professor Fang, friendship is friendship, cooperation is cooperation, work is work. Professor Fang wouldn't come unprepared, would he..."

Wang Si's move put Fang Ziye on the passive side again.

This is a woman very good at seizing opportunities. She found the moment when Fang Ziye was least guarded.

Fang Ziye this time never thought Liao Jia would directly join Zhongnan Hospital, but Wang Si took advantage of the opening and struck.

Fang Ziye was slightly nervous, looked at Wang Si, then at Liao Jia, and said: "I indeed didn't make relevant preparations, Liao Ge, Sister-in-law."

"Actually, this time I only planned to invite Liao Ge, not to have Liao Ge join our hospital. I'm not from the Personnel Department..."

"Furthermore, I believe Liao Ge's better destination is the sanatorium, so I don't recommend Liao Ge directly joining the teaching hospital."

"Currently, the sanatorium also intends to cooperate with the teaching hospital. In the sanatorium, Liao Ge would have freer development space, and broader development prospects in all aspects."

"So if we're talking conditions, Liao Ge should go directly to the sanatorium. I don't have that qualification..."

"If Liao Ge has any ideas, I can convey them to the sanatorium on his behalf."

Since Fang Ziye had no preparation, he made no move, directly telling Liao Jia his deepest thoughts.

A talent like Liao Jia joining Zhongnan Hospital would only become his restriction; then many people would seek Liao Jia for cooperation.

Liao Jia is different from him; he has no master's school backing him. Then it wouldn't be easy to forcefully refuse.

Moreover, after Liao Jia joins the sanatorium, he and Fang Ziye would not form a superior-subordinate relationship. They would always be equal cooperative partners, and relatively freer.

Fang Ziye didn't want to frame/bind Liao Jia. He is different from Lan Tianluo and Jie Han; he has no fellow disciple relationship with him. Framing him would make him feel uncomfortable.

Wang Si and Liao Jia looked at each other, then Wang Si laughed: "I said it. A person like Professor Fang would definitely treat you as the best partner, not some superior-subordinate."

"See..."

"Then there's really nothing to struggle over. Let's go eat first." Wang Si's thinking is very sharp.

Fang Ziye didn't come to poach people, so there's no need to struggle over anything.

Simultaneously, Wang Si also told Fang Ziye Liao Jia's decision.

"..."

Four people, only one car started. The driver was still Hu Qingyuan.

After the car started, Liao Jia asked: "How is it, Professor Fang? My wife's not bad, right?"

Wang Si rolled her eyes at Liao Jia.

Fang Ziye heard this and took a deep breath: "Sister-in-law is levels above both of us! ~"

Wang Si heard this and said: "Professor Fang, you needn't overthink. There's no such thing as level versus level. Treat people with sincerity, and people treat you with sincerity."

"Treat people with courtesy, and people treat you with courtesy."

"You speak human words to humans, ghost words to ghosts. You look incredibly clever, meeting with a smile. Smart people can all learn this, but social interactions are often not deep."

"The more so, the fewer bosom friends you have around you."

"When Liao Jia ran overseas to find me, I told him off. He's just throwing a tantrum. He looks like he's of advanced age, but in reality he's far from mature..."

Liao Jia fell silent.

Fang Ziye also fell silent.

Fang Ziye also couldn't tell if Liao Jia counts as mature. In some aspects he's very calm, while in others he's very naive.

Looks like he's playing with the human world, but in reality he's only playing with himself.

Those whose spirit-soul is unwilling, the demon-madness must have a place to rest.

No matter how carefree Liao Jia appeared, in the end he still had regrets; otherwise, he wouldn't be so listless about relationships, not looking like a normal person at all.

The silence stalemated for roughly a few minutes before Fang Ziye said, "Brother Liao has good fortune, to be able to meet a partner like you, Sister-in-law; this life will certainly be very happy."

Wang Si then said, "Actually, speaking of it, no woman would like to train another man to grow."

"But then again, a man cannot grow without being trained; it's just that in the process of training, no one can pick out a single most correct path."

"So this thing called feelings, when it arises it's real, and when it breaks it's also real."

"Perhaps this is its charm: the more one understands, the more keen-minded one becomes; once keen-minded, one inevitably develops schemes; once schemes arise, it's no longer pure..."

"And a pure true heart easily acts willfully..."

Hearing Wang Si's words, Fang Ziye and Hu Qingyuan both froze again.

Good grief, Wang Si's realm is even more terrifying than Liao Jia's before; a woman of this caliber, Liao Jia probably can't handle.

These two people got together?

However, Wang Si was even more clever than Fang Ziye imagined: "Discussing these things has no meaning; it's become a philosophical problem."

"Let's just discuss the matter at hand. Professor Fang, whatever you want to discuss with Liao Jia, you can say it now; New Year's coming up soon, in a few days we have to go visit his parents, and then there won't be this kind of idle time..."

"The things you want to discuss, although I don't understand much, I also know they can't be sorted out in a short while; better to save some time."

"Simplify complexity, make our lives more simple." In Wang Si's every gesture was fused her understanding of this world.

This was not merely wisdom, but also related to her realm of worldly conduct.

Fang Ziye also didn't have time to think deeply before saying, "Brother Liao, it's like this: the Spinal Cord Transection Syndrome encountered this time is a lumbar spine cross-section..." (Chapter End)