Chapter 769

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

Luo Tingzhu was surprised upon hearing this; the one who is unromantic is Liao Jia! ~

"Are you sure about this time?" Fang Ziye asked back.

This year's Fang Ziye pushed back all post-Spring Festival visits.

Aside from taking his own parents out for a stroll, even paying New Year's visits to his two mentors was pushed to after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

All for the sake of pushing out the surgical treatment plan for that spinal cord injury patient as early as possible.

But he didn't have to get sucked in on the evening of the first day of the lunar new year as well.

"Just kidding, I haven't gone back yet. I might be a day late, returning on the third day of the new year."

"Mainly because my father-in-law and mother-in-law are too ye-qing!" Liao Jia enunciated very precisely, pronouncing 're-qing' (enthusiastic) as 'ye-qing'.

"Anyway, the experiment is too important, so I'll still discuss it with you, lest you make a wasted trip tomorrow night."

"That's fine, Liao Ge, I also plan to go to the lab tomorrow to arrange things in advance; starting the day after tomorrow works too."

"Three hundred sixty-five days a year, taking a few days off is understandable." Fang Ziye said.

It is indeed Liao Jia who is willing to actively accompany Fang Ziye in competing and striving together.

But the internal competition between the two inevitably pulls the whole body; not only must Liao Jia and Fang Ziye rush back early, the animal company's sales and preparation staff also have to start work early.

Even Jie Han has to rush back early from home.

Luo Tingzhu, staying here short-term, won't leave either; Nie Mingxian will also rush back early.

Additionally, Professor Wang Ou of Spine Surgery has been in Han City all along; he will also end his leave early...

A major project like this cannot be driven through the whole process by just Fang Ziye and Liao Jia; they completed the preoperative experiments before the festival, but later some details need perfecting, requiring coordinated linkage.

Two people drilling into the lab with small-scale tinkering and thoroughly optimizing the plan — that would be too exaggerated.

"Then it's settled. I just discussed with Wang Si as well. If you require me to return urgently, I'll depart now; if you're not in a rush, I'll fly over on the morning of the third day and can land at 9:40." Liao Jia reported his schedule precisely.

This is the attitude of someone planning to do things seriously.

"Okay, Liao Ge, Happy New Year! ~" Fang Ziye said.

"Happy Spring Festival. Won't disturb you further, and hope I didn't disturb you." Liao Jia said.

Both Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu curled their lips; does that count as disturbing? It does and it doesn't...

A night without words.

Both Fang Nan and Liang Xia have the habit of eating breakfast, and the two are even more accustomed to eating more staples in the morning.

So the two got up early and busied themselves.

When Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu pushed open the door, the two had already finished stir-frying the dishes in the kitchen; hearing the door, Fang Nan asked: "Ziye, Tingzhu, do you two want to eat noodles or eat rice together for breakfast?"

"Let's eat together, Mom."

"I still have to go out for a trip later; then you and Tingzhu go stroll first, I'll drive over to find you." Fang Ziye said.

"You do your thing..." Fang Nan only knew Fang Ziye said he had important matters to do, but didn't pursue asking further what exactly.

The things Fang Ziye spoke of, even if said, he wouldn't understand.

Moreover, today, he and Liang Xia originally planned to accompany Luo Tingzhu to buy some jewelry, to "bribe" their daughter-in-law in advance.

After eating, Fang Ziye first rushed directly back to the New Campus.

First, as Ward Director, he personally handed paper red envelopes to the duty doctors and nurses on duty in the ward.

Actually, by rule, red envelopes should be given on New Year's Eve and the first day of the lunar new year, but the people on duty these two days are Fang Ziye's students.

Fang Ziye sending a big red envelope, the money being in place, the surface form isn't that important; moreover, the real condolences come from Orthopedics' administrative Chief Director Deng Yong and the New Campus' administrative Dean — this is the form of winning hearts they should do...

The Head Nurse also came to the ward; after she accompanied Fang Ziye in giving a New Year's gift to each inpatient in the ward, she took Fang Ziye into the Head Nurse's Office.

"Director Fang, the overall income for January and the department's performance distribution are out; take a look and see if any micro-adjustments are needed?" Huang Xiaowei said.

Discrepancy-establishment posts — performance requires micro-adjustment within the department.

This kind of micro-adjustment is the 'power' of the Ward Director and Head Nurse!

Involving the New Campus' first month's performance, Fang Ziye naturally had to take a look.

After roughly scanning the table, Fang Ziye discovered his performance had actually become equal to Professor Zeng Jiaoshou's, reaching 'after-tax' thirty-nine thousand.

Associate Professor Wang Zongkai of Hand Surgery was nearly ten thousand less.

"How is this a bit higher than when at Ben Yuan?" Fang Ziye asked Huang Xiaowei.

"Then you don't look at how many Chief Physicians are in this Hospital Area; the Chief Physicians' performance coefficient is separate."

"And the New Campus just opened; the hospital administration takes very little performance coefficient, relying entirely on Ben Yuan's subsidies."

"Our department's patient volume and surgery volume are not small, so far higher than the New Campus' hospital average salary; after diverting five percent, this much still remains."

"Compared to at Ben Yuan, basically all are higher by five percent and ten percent." Huang Xiaowei looked at this salary slip, very happy.

After Fang Ziye independently led the department, not only did he not let everyone go hungry, income actually increased this much.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Tian Luo's performance coefficient is still less; give him a portion of mine..."

"And Li Nuo; Li Nuo gets slightly higher; allocate a portion to Professor Wang Zongkai's group; pull them a bit this month, in a few months they'll pull back, just adjust around five percent..."

"And here."

Fang Ziye scrolled down, and suddenly saw an extra income entry belonging solely to him: "Head Nurse, what's this?"

Twenty-one thousand!

"Director Fang, this one cannot be moved."

"Last month you were in the Emergency Department, single-handedly turning over operating rooms to rescue many emergency patients — this is the hospital's special appropriation; even if you want to reallocate it, you can't touch this."

"Doing that would break the rules," Huang Xiaowei said.

Fang Ziye narrowed his eyes at those words: "There's such a saying?"

Fang Ziye previously didn't understand the hospital's performance allocation very well, and had never heard of single-handedly carrying out sufficient emergency surgeries, and a separate reward for it.

"The new ward just opened; emergency tasks and emergency rescues are the bottom line."

"Every hospital, in order to activate the new campus Emergency Department and emergency surgeries' enthusiasm, will have a special performance bonus lasting a full year."

"Director Fang, this one you really can't touch," Huang Xiaowei said.

Fang Ziye no longer struggled over it.

Last month, Tang Xiaoping from Vascular Surgery, though very annoying, indeed added a lot, a lot of workload for Fang Ziye.

If Fang Ziye used this time to go out and do flying-knife consultations, he'd earn far more than the book income.

And it's also perfectly legitimate income, not afraid of being investigated.

Flying-knife consultations, clearly marked prices, priceless.

Many big professors might not lack this money, and can't be bothered to make themselves too tired.

"Mm, good, then let's do that; Head Nurse, you report it to the Finance Department," Fang Ziye said.

"Director Fang, this month we also folded in a public performance sum, next month's performance will be even more," Huang Xiaowei said with a smile.

The new ward just opened; some reserve supplies in the department inevitably had to use public performance.

Next month, these performance sums won't need to fill gaps; the money everyone gets in hand will be even more.

Now after the performance reform, it's completely distribution according to labor; the more operations, the higher the income.

Perhaps compared to Orthopedics' peak period it doesn't count for much, but compared to several years ago, the more major surgeries you can do, the higher the income instead.

At least Trauma Surgery is like this.

Compared to high-consumables departments like Joint Surgery, the current performance reform counts as eating the reform's "dividends"!

"Not letting everyone go hungry, my heart feels at ease."

"Now, I've figured out why Professor Han Yuanxiao had so much pressure when he was Ward Director."

"Dragging the whole family along, it's truly hard..." Fang Ziye touched his forehead.

As Group Leader, leading a group, the people in the group all eat together with you.

If you can't get patients, can't secure surgeries, what do they do?

Few surgeries, income definitely plummets. Why would they follow you to work?

Moreover, a Ward Director has to consider not just their own group, but balance the whole department's income...

"..."

Fang Ziye also specially paid a New Year visit to Master Yuan Weihong and his wife.

Even though Yuan Weihong himself is a professional Trauma Surgeon, he didn't dare easily discharge his father-in-law, but continued choosing hospitalization for convenient timely care.

The second day of Lunar New Year, by custom is going to the wife's family to pay New Year greetings.

Master's parents are both in the hospital; Yuan Weihong and Master's wife and Xiao Qi naturally came to the ward to keep them company.

After exchanging pleasantries, Yuan Weihong took the initiative: "Ziye, if you have things to do go be busy first; my dad's side is recovering quite well, just wants to be more steady before discharge."

"You specially rushed back during the holiday to do work."

"Not to just walk through people's doors, right?"

Master's wife also knew Fang Ziye was busy, stood up and said: "Ziye, you go be busy, pay attention to rest."

"If you have time during the holiday, remember to come home for a meal; your Master's wife and your aunt will make you good food."

Fang Ziye didn't call Master's parents Grandpa and Grandma, but addressed them as Uncle and Aunt.

Master's parents are only a few years older than Fang Ziye's parents, now in their sixties; if following Yuan Weihong's daughter's address they'd seem older, each calls their own way.

Fang Ziye wasn't polite either.

Just before leaving the ward, Fang Ziye specially told Huang Xiaowei to remember to contact that previous spinal cord injury patient, have them come to Han City on the sixth day to handle admission procedures.

On the seventh day do a simple blood test, on the eighth day arrange surgery to start.

Huang Xiaowei said: "Director Fang, rest assured; the patient is more worried about their surgery progress than you, these days they call every day to ask."

"They're Han City people, recently even specially bought a house nearby for the New Year; if you contact them now, they can rush over in half an hour..."

Fang Ziye was slightly surprised: "Bought a house for the New Year?"

"That's a bit extravagant, isn't it?"

Huang Xiaowei smiled: "Without some economic foundation at home, who would dare luxuriously wish for their spinal-cord-injury-caused paralysis to be cured?"

"If you carefully tally the fruit this family bought for the doctors' office and nurses' office during hospitalization, you'd know their family circumstances are good."

"Estimate they could pull out ten million cash fairly easily; Han City has many rich people."

Some people don't lack money, just fear when they have a need, the money in hand can't be spent.

Some people, what they lack isn't places to spend money, but money to spend.

Fang Ziye didn't struggle deeply either; when he arrived at the mall, Luo Tingzhu was with Liang Xia buying gold bracelets, but not for herself — planning to give to her "three mothers."

Luo Tingzhu doesn't like gold bracelets and such; she only bought a pair of diamond rings with Fang Ziye as ritual items for the wedding!

"I think it looks good, how much now?" Luo Tingzhu was asking the price.

"Auntie, you're truly blessed, your daughter truly has good taste, this bracelet is beautiful!"

"Current gold price is 662, processing fee 150 yuan; if you place the order now, you can save a sum..." the salesperson said.

"How much did you say?" Liang Xia was startled and hurriedly took off the bracelet.

"All-in calculated, it's 810 yuan per gram, still quite cost-effective," the salesperson continued smiling, unperturbed.

"Mom, buy them, get me three pairs," Luo Tingzhu said to the salesperson.

Liang Xia said, "No way, this is too expensive. A few years ago gold at three or four hundred was already exaggerated, now it's eight hundred?"

"Can't afford it! ~"

"Don't, don't! ~" Liang Xia waved her hands.

Fang Ziye walked over, smiling, "Mom, just watch. If it were two years ago, and I asked you to come buy bracelets and you agreed, we'd have earned tens of thousands for every tens of thousands spent."

"Besides, as long as they look good worn, that's enough."

"We came this time just to stroll around, walk a bit……"

"Who knows, maybe after you buy them and take them back, the price will go up again?" Fang Ziye said.

It could be seen that Liang Xia liked them.

Liang Xia was a bit narcissistic, and also cared about face. Long ago she would occasionally joke that if her children became promising in the future, they would definitely buy her gold bracelets and gold earrings.

But once Fang Ziye grew up, she instead never mentioned it again.

Actually she still thought about it in her heart; she felt wearing them gave her face, was a sign of her children's filial piety.

"This is not okay! ~" Liang Xia glared at Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye, this is too extravagant.

"It's fine, Mom."

"Wrap them up."

"Come on, Dad, let me take you to look at a bag, buy two more outfits, so you'll have good clothes for the wedding……"

Fang Nan was just like that, coaxed by Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu into trying on clothes.

Under the high-IQ coordination of Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu, before long the two of them were carrying eight or nine bags.

Only then did Fang Nan react: "Wait, Ziye, can buying clothes by just pressing our measurements like this really work?"

"If it doesn't work we'll just buy more, anyway the invoices are already gone, can't return them."

"Dad, don't think about it, this is just a little money."

"When I went to Jingdu for a meeting before, a custom-made suit cost more than all the clothes you bought combined." Fang Ziye said naturally.

Fang Nan very keenly caught the key point: "You can still go to Jingdu for meetings?"

"What meeting?"

In the eyes of Fang Nan and the others, Jingdu was a very high-end place; going there for a meeting was especially prestigious.

"It's an academic exchange conference. We doctors also need to learn from each other. I called you guys before I went……"

"After buying, as long as they're comfortable to wear, that's fine."

"Usually when I buy for you, you're reluctant to wear them. Now it's good, if so many are put in the cabinet and go bad, that would be the real waste."

"They have to be worn peacefully on the body to count."

"And shoes… so much has already been wasted, not afraid to buy a few more pairs, right……" Fang Ziye said.

Fang Nan and Liang Xia were a bit dumbfounded.

The two of them were spending money like this for the first time, watching with some astonishment, but seeing Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu not heartbroken at all, swiping card after card, it also let them truly feel for the first time that their children had really grown up.

A more important objective standard by which parents measure whether their children have truly grown up is their income level.

"Sigh……" Fang Nan and Liang Xia let out a deep sigh.

……

In the end it was still Fang Nan and Liang Xia who couldn't endure it; no matter what they wouldn't go to the next mall, so Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu took Fang Nan and Liang Xia to eat hot pot.

Enshi Ba County people can all eat spicy and like spicy.

It's just that the hot pot they often eat is the hometown kind — stir-fry a dish, set up a pot for vegetarian hot pot — not hot pot in the modern sense.

When ordering, the two elders were a bit stunned again.

Of course, not stunned to that outrageous degree; Fang Ziye had previously "boiled the frog in warm water," throwing them a bank card with two million all at once.

Then the balance in the bank card gradually rose from over two million to over five million, then to over eight million.

According to the two elders' calculation, this money currently deposited in the bank in fixed terms, even at only 1.45% interest a year, would be over a hundred thousand.

This income was what the two elders had to work hard all year to earn, and still had to deduct some expenses.

Fang Ziye said, "Dad, Mom, you two don't worry so much."

"I don't have any other siblings either. According to our family custom, as long as I start a family, your task is complete."

"If you don't spend some money, what's the meaning of you earning money?"

"Our whole family continues tightening our belts, every morning four people gnaw two steamed buns, the rest of the stomach filled with plain boiled water, we can still eat our fill."

"At noon cabbage with rice, afternoon sour corn with rice……"

Fang Nan said, "This is what I ate when I was little."

"Sigh, Ziye, don't say more. Anyway if it were me spending this money I'd feel heartache; can't change it in a short time."

"But you young people have your young people's world. Grandpa and Grandma usually still say your mom and I are extravagant."

"The era is different……" Fang Nan waved his hand, pretending to slowly calm his mindset.

The meaning of earning money lies in letting life be better.

Saving money is necessary, but for different people, the meaning of saving money is different.

Some people must save money because they can't earn that much money.

"I have to go to work……" Coming out of the hot pot restaurant, Fang Ziye looked at his parents, looked at Tingzhu.

"I'll take Dad and Mom back first, this afternoon take them to the amusement park, evening take them to a movie……" Luo Tingzhu said.

Fang Ziye heard this, shook his head, "No, Tingzhu, today Liao Ge didn't come back, I should be able to get out of the laboratory around six."

"Tonight, you and Dad and Mom don't go to the movie first."

"Uncle Luo and Auntie Min Limin came to Han City to see Tian Luo, you know that."

"Get together? I've already unilaterally made the reservation; if you really don't want to go, I'll go with my parents." Fang Ziye said.

Hearing this, Luo Tingzhu fell silent for a moment, saying, "Senior Brother, it's not that I don't want to go; since you've decided, I can go too."

"It's just that I feel he's suffered too much; can he still...?"

Luo Tingzhu naturally knew that Luo Pan was becoming increasingly unable to walk.

"The tree wants stillness but the wind won't stop; we're all trying, but effort doesn't necessarily bring a good result."

"This road is ultimately too long."

"Tingzhu, Uncle won't blame you..." Fang Ziye said.

Luo Tingzhu had red eyes, nodded, and went home with Fang Nan and Liang Xia.

On the way, Fang Nan and the others asked Luo Tingzhu what was wrong, and Luo Tingzhu only said her parents had divorced before, and now her legs weren't very convenient...

Liang Xia then asked, "Tingzhu, your father's legs are like this; can't you yourselves do anything?"

Luo Tingzhu shook her head...

January 31st, Friday, the third day of the first lunar month.

Sunny.

4:27 PM,

In an animal laboratory in Hanzhou Guanggu, Liao Jia held a coffee and came to a corridor, seeing Fang Ziye sitting facing a glass window, his gaze toward the outside slightly confused.

Liao Jia asked with a smile, "Professor Fang, what are you acting all profound for here?"

"This puncture technique combined with microcurrent stimulation surgery was applied so well; it's equivalent to Fang Ziye's puncture technique once again combining with other instruments to complete a world-shaking feat."

"This experiment will definitely be included in textbooks; what are you worrying about?" Liao Jia cursed.

Liao Jia didn't know about Luo Pan's situation.

Fang Ziye knew!

Moreover, last night he went to Lan Tianluo's 'house' and saw that Luo Pan's condition was worsening quite fast; it might not take ten years, and in five years he might be completely hemiplegic.

But there were only five years; Fang Ziye didn't dare say he could really advance much in this direction.

Compared to paralysis caused by spinal cord injury, human understanding of ALS was even more pale.

Fang Ziye even regretted visiting Luo Pan.

However, even if he didn't visit, Luo Pan's condition had always been there and would continue to worsen.

The only good news was that Luo Pan had truly retired and would never return to work again.

His worsening condition became the most favorable factor for his resignation.

Luo Pan also decided that for a long time to come, he would temporarily settle in Han City.

But they also had to wait until Min Limin retired.

Min Limin was actually old enough to retire, but she was currently in a state of being re-employed!

Min Limin's work wasn't as important as Luo Pan's, and applying to resign wasn't that difficult.

Luo Tingzhu had been sad for a long time last night, muttering to herself.

Fang Ziye hadn't fallen asleep until midnight...

The Liao family saw Fang Ziye not speaking, his expression restrained: "Something on your mind?"

"A little, but not much." Fang Ziye didn't deliberately hide his emotions.

Luo Tingzhu, Lan Tianluo, Luo Pan, and others hadn't put any pressure on Fang Ziye.

Some things, groundless talk is just nonsense!

"It's the New Year season; one will inevitably encounter some unpleasant things, and also meet all sorts of people one can't get rid of." Liao Jia said with feeling.

Fang Ziye looked at Liao Jia: "Teacher Liao, this time you went to your sister-in-law's house, were you treated unfairly?"

"No, it was a paternal cousin of mine who came to borrow money from me."

"A gambler."

"I couldn't be bothered with him, but he had my grandpa call me, saying I don't care about kinship and see death without saving! ~"

Liao Jia said this, then cursed: "When my father died, this bastard didn't even show up at the spirit hall, and now he's talking to me about feelings and family."

"Isn't that ridiculous?"

Fang Ziye's own relatives weren't all kind and amiable; there were also people who were good-for-nothings.

However, Fang Ziye's family situation was just like that, and plus Liang Xia and Fang Nan's tempers weren't exactly good-natured, so for the time being no one had come to provoke them.

"Let's go; everyone inside is still waiting for you."

"You're done operating, and you don't plan to explain?" Liao Jia asked.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Let's wait until the results come out; theory comes from data statistics; without real data, all inferences are empty."

"No need to be too detailed, so as not to leave everyone vague and confused."

Liao Jia laughed: "Professor Fang is starting to put on airs? You've started not explaining."

"Do you also want to learn a line: 'I, Fang Ziye, act as I please; why should I explain to others'?"

Fang Ziye didn't refute, just calmly said: "Being a person needs it, but doing things apparently doesn't need it so much."

"Because I've tried, and not many people are willing to pay attention..."

Liao Jia fell silent for a moment, then said: "Your coffee is inside."

"Actually, people are relatively lonely; either this aspect is lonely, or that aspect is lonely."

"You won't meet a confidant who understands you better than you do."

"However, the lonelier it is, the more it's a time of potential explosion; but this potential explosion isn't necessarily positive."

"Everyone's growth will go through such a process."

After Liao Jia spoke a bunch of vague and confused words, he asked, "Ziye, are you interested in hearing me tell a story?"

This kind of opening usually means Liao Jia is about to talk about his own personal experience.

Fang Ziye nodded, smiling: "I'd be happy to listen."

Seeing Fang Ziye's expression, Liao Jia sighed: "Forget it, I won't beat around the bush and disguise things anymore."

"Fang Ziye, have you ever wondered why I went straight to work at a company after graduation? Instead of choosing hospital retention, staying at the university, or joining some research team?"

Fang Ziye had certainly wondered, but even Nie Mingxian only knew half the story about this kind of thing, merely saying it was Liao Jia's own choice.

It was Liao Jia wanting to take the earn money route.

Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian had also guessed privately, but the real answer usually isn't something you can guess out.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Willing to continue listening."

"I felt I hadn't encountered a really good teacher."

Liao Jia put it very cautiously: "What I mean is, at least I haven't met a supervisor who would support me in all aspects, so some of my ideas could only be wild ideas."

"This kind of wild idea is impossible to get support for in a proper unit."

"But in a company, you can gamble for the sake of earning money."

"Fortunately, I won the gamble."

"This story is just that simple, seems like there's nothing more to say……"

Liao Jia didn't mention a single word about the process of participating in the gambling fight, or the psychological struggle during the gamble.

No company is a charity hall; none will very kindly give you a sum of money and just let you be free and easy.

Liao Jia's gamble wasn't just staking his own patent, but also the relative "freedom"!

The company puts up all the money; the achievements produced must be sold to the company.

If the company speaks a bit of righteousness, they might give you a relatively fair price; if the company doesn't speak righteousness, they directly step on you, and you have no way to reason with them.

With patents, apart from state funding, all other capital — capital owns the 'patent'……

To put it more harshly, if you have no money, what the fuck research do you do?

No one's success comes easily and casually.

"Liao Ge, you never used to say this before." Fang Ziye said.

"What's there to say? My supervisor chose not to believe, and he doesn't regret it either; he just feels he made a wrong decision."

"The facts are indeed so."

"My supervisor is also an adult; he also has to pay the bill for every decision he makes."

"But if, he?"

Liao Jia took a deep breath, mouth corner trembling slightly: "If I had been a bit more excellent back then, perhaps my teacher would have agreed, and the path I walk now would be completely different, right……"

"After all, not everyone can be like you, Fang Ziye, able to accumulate step by step in an orderly fashion."

"Some people's growth must go through a long and painful pain period."

"I couldn't produce enough convincing achievements to persuade my supervisor back then; this is also my responsibility……"

"It's just that research achievements can't be rushed."

"They can also be rushed." The carefree and unrestrained Liao Jia, for the first time, broke down in front of Fang Ziye.

It's very obvious that someone who could become Liao Jia's supervisor isn't just any cat or dog; he's definitely a famous professor at Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

He also brought a whole bunch of students.

He didn't only have Liao Jia as a student, and Liao Jia — perhaps his heart was too big, or perhaps his luck was bad — before his doctorate graduation, he couldn't produce achievements with enough persuasive power.

Then, in this kind of situation, what Liao Jia faced was being ignored by his supervisor, feeling Liao Jia was avoiding overreaching……

Liao Jia's story is very simple; it wasn't the supervisor intentionally targeting him, nor was it Liao Jia intentionally hiding his clumsiness.

It's that this thing called research achievement is too ethereal and elusive; it can be rushed, and it can't be rushed.

"Liao Ge, I can't persuade you of anything."

"But I can tell you, past things are the past, the current us is the present."

"Although the saying 'the Yangtze's rear waves push forward the front waves' sounds unpleasant, we now are both the rear waves and the front waves."

"Since we've broken through, we also have the qualifications and ability to be our own masters."

"Do what we want to do; no need to always tuck our tails and be subservient; this is our era……" Fang Ziye persuaded, yet didn't persuade.

Liao Jia wasn't deliberately bringing up past romance with Fang Ziye; it was just that the topic happened to arrive here.

After slightly packing up his mood, Liao Jia suppressed the emotions in his heart: "Then, can Professor Fang go welcome the era that belongs to you?"

"Mediated treatment of spinal cord injury — this is an era belonging solely to you, Fang Ziye, with no fake predecessor era."

Liao Jia stood up, and shook hands firmly with Fang Ziye!

He, Liao Jia, contributed very little to this; although also very important, Fang Ziye is the key among keys……

Fang Ziye's operation and effort are both done; now it's time to harvest.

The first step is to harvest the harvest team's congratulations.

Fang Ziye must go harvest; otherwise there's no heavenly principle! ~Everyone else's dao hearts would all collapse……(Chapter End)