Chapter 780

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

"Professor Fang, really? When? When do I need to come back?" The middle-aged man in Bed 9 was so excited he nearly violated basic medical common sense and stood up from the bed.

Although he tried hard to use both hands to hold the bed rails, he still only managed to turn from lying to sitting, unable to stand straight up directly.

The morning sun slanted in, just piercing the white clouds in the east; a small amount of light shone into the ward's window, yet it did not form a light beam in the air!

Fang Ziye had one hand behind his back; he extended his right hand and pressed it down: "Old brother, calm down, not now, I'm saying it's possible."

"At least several months of preparation are needed."

"The current you still feels a bit better than before you were hospitalized! If you exercise properly later on, you can even do some sit-ups, as long as the bilateral lower limbs are fixed."

"Your illness, it truly came like a mountain collapsing; just like that, all function and sensation were lost."

"But to restore them one by one is even harder than peeling silk from a cocoon, utterly without a clue. We can only take it step by step."

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, seeing the middle-aged man no longer excited to the point of deformity, he then slowed his speaking rhythm: "Of course, you don't only have to thank me; you must thank your own self-rescue even more."

"If you hadn't been willing to stake yourself on a gamble, there would be no hope now."

The middle-aged man smiled: "Professor Fang, do you think there are few people like me, neither human nor ghost in appearance, who go all out?"

"I was lucky to meet you, Professor Fang; others don't have my luck. Although not to the point of losing both person and wealth, yet still..."

"Professor Fang, you don't need to be too humble either; it's just that my luck was good, meeting a technically skilled you. I will definitely remember your kindness."

The man's wife asked further: "Professor Fang, then when can we come back for hospitalization? You must notify us at the first time then."

"My daughter and son-in-law both went to work; I won't be able to bring this good news to them until the afternoon."

"How wonderful..." She was so happy she was a bit at a loss.

Actually, she counts as lucky too; although her husband suffered paralysis at this age, her husband had earned quite a lot of money in earlier years.

It can be said that as long as she and her daughter don't act willfully, they won't fear falling back into poverty.

There are many people who don't even have this kind of foundation...

"At that time I will definitely notify your daughter at the first time; you just rest assured."

"Then, in about another week or so, let's process the discharge!"

"For the follow-up treatment, you just need to come intermittently; the most important thing is still that you yourself must have rhythm, conducting functional exercises intermittently."

"Still that sentence: our treatment only restored your functional potential; to what extent the function can specifically recover, you still have to rely on your own practice!"

"Like fitness, the size of a person's strength, besides innate constitutional differences, postnatal effort is extremely important!" Fang Ziye emphasized.

The middle-aged man replied: "Professor Fang, on this point you completely don't need to worry; I will definitely exercise timely, not daring to be negligent in the slightest."

"If you hadn't said 'haste makes waste,' I'd want to stay on the toilet all day!!!!"

The middle-aged man's words were coarse but the reasoning wasn't coarse.

Compared to the suffering brought by urinary and fecal incontinence, the middle-aged man felt bringing a chamber pot when going out was more refreshing than this.

"That's still a bit exaggerated; you still need to practice. First build up the local muscle function; later it will also help with lower limb functional recovery! ~"

"Our walking also still relies on part of the waist and abdominal strength."

"As for passive exercise, I don't need to instruct you; you've hired a rehabilitation therapist at home..."

"Then let's stop chatting here for today."

"..."

After Fang Ziye led the team to the next-door room, before they even had time to check the patient in Bed 10, the family member of Bed 11 very enthusiastically sent over many fruit baskets!

Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo and the others all retreated several steps: "What are you doing? Not allowed. You're sending too many; we won't take a single one."

"You should just return them; if you can't return them, take them back."

Good fellow, the entire ward's walls were lined with fruit baskets.

Although knowing Bed 11 is not short of money, one doesn't show off this flamboyantly, right?

Bed 11 is a newly admitted patient. He is the patient Fang Ziye issued an admission certificate for last Tuesday; he was only admitted to Bed 10 yesterday. He probably inquired about Bed 9's treatment progress; this is him currying favor with Fang Ziye in advance.

"Professor Fang, this is nothing; we just want to express a bit of sincerity." Bed 11's wife looked rather wealthy; the gold bracelet on her hand looked heavy at a glance.

Fang Ziye's face was stern: "Expressing sincerity isn't done this way. I'll say it first: don't send them to anyone. If you can eat them yourselves, take them home; don't send them to our nurses and doctor's office."

"Whoever dares to accept, I'll make them leave our department!"

Joke!

Sending one or two fruit baskets is expressing sincerity; sending four or five is already flamboyant; where is there sending twenty or thirty?

What is this for?

If photographed and posted online, it would 100% attract reporters.

Although Fang Ziye wouldn't be afraid, there's also no need to provoke this trouble...

Hearing Fang Ziye's icy tone, the patient hurriedly said: "Professor Fang, don't be angry; we'll return them. Then how about leaving five?"

Fang Ziye's tone softened somewhat: "Big Brother, having money is having money, a comfortable family background is a comfortable family background, but you can't be this exaggerated, right?"

"This looks like a fruit shop; where is there still the look of a hospital? This also affects other patients' rest."

"If you do this again next time, you might as well just discharge directly! I can't cure your illness, and I also can't possibly affect other patients' rest just to do surgery for you."

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he walked straight toward Bed 10 to check his wound healing status!

This is a diabetic limb salvage surgery; postoperatively, besides looking at function, wound recovery is also extremely important.

Bed 11's attending doctor Sun Shaoqing hurriedly went to Bed 11 and said in a low voice: "Hey, what were you thinking?"

"Didn't I tell you yesterday not to send things?"

The patient couple both stayed silent; one look and you could tell they were two nouveau riche types, spending like it was revenge consumption...

The patient in Bed 10 was recovering very well; after finishing the rounds, Fang Ziye directly skipped Bed 11, merely leaving the sentence: "Bed 11 continue completing preoperative examinations, nothing special."

"Pay attention to upper and lower limb venous thrombus and pressure sores..." After saying this, Fang Ziye skipped Bed 11.

He was also afraid that if he was any more polite to them, these two would pull some more "flirty/seductive" operations.

After finishing rounds, Fang Ziye stood with hands on hips at the doorway of the last room with his group's patients, instructing: "In the future, when you bed-managing doctors receive patients, remember to mention one thing."

"Tell patients and family members, we cannot accept things; whoever deliberately accepts fruit baskets and such again, I will be rude to them."

"If this forms a vicious cycle atmosphere, it's very bad! ~"

"In the future, doctors on day shift and night shift, each person can routinely claim one portion of fruit, except for fruit with especially exaggerated prices, no restriction on varieties. I'll pay out of pocket for reimbursement, don't mess with these messy things anymore."

At first, Fang Ziye didn't plan to manage these things.

Patients come to see a doctor; some with better family backgrounds want to express a bit of sentiment, to comfort and express gratitude, it's not a big deal.

No one will investigate you for corruption over two fruit baskets, a silk banner; not sending them is also fine. Fang Ziye merely ordered that no one should actively ask patients for these things.

But now that an atmosphere has formed, it must be controlled.

"Okay, Senior Brother, I'll pass the word down later."

"Always doing it like this is indeed bad!" Lan Tianluo nodded, writing this point down in his notebook.

"Mm! ~"

"Today, I want to express the highest praise to our group's intern student, Comrade Ling Fengguang, in front of all of you."

"Everyone probably knows already; our student Ling Fengguang, on the first day of work this year, on his way to work, stepped forward and at the scene snatched back the life of a patient with a ruptured artery! ~"

"This kind of arterial rupture, even ordinary mature emergency department doctors might find quite troublesome to handle; Student Ling Fengguang could, during his internship, have such courage and capability to handle such a thing!"

"This kind of character, courage, are what we are worthy of learning."

"Moreover, Ling Fengguang also said that before he acted, he had already turned his head and looked for a long time; nearby there were no doctor teachers, nor many pedestrians. It conforms to emergency avoidance procedures."

"Although he lacked confidence, he still suppressed his inner fear; we should all applaud his courage and carefulness!" After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he took the lead in clapping.

Hu Qingyuan bumped Ling Fengguang and then also joined the ranks of applause.

Ling Fengguang then followed the applause, bowed to everyone and thanked them: "Thank you all teachers for your overpraise!"

Then explained: "Actually at the time I was very panicked, and didn't dare to really run away."

This was very real.

Not many people like hypocritical people, even if they themselves are hypocritical people.

"Let's go, to the operating room. Start work, work, finish surgery early today." Li Nuo called out.

The others immediately followed Li Nuo and set off, some going to the ward to start correcting medical orders.

Fang Ziye did not follow at the first time; he could wait until Li Nuo and them completed preoperative preparations before going to the operating room.

Incidentally, he also wanted to chat with Ling Fengguang.

"Professor Fang, Professor Fang..." The two had only just walked to the doctor's office doorway when they were pulled to turn around by the voice of Bed 9's wife.

"Hello..." Fang Ziye signaled Ling Fengguang to go to the office first.

"Professor Fang, Professor Fang, excuse me, I have to trouble you again."

"First let me express, I'm not that I don't trust you, but I still want to know, Professor Fang, the words you said this morning, are they more biased toward comfort? Or?" The middle-aged woman's gaze was exceptionally sincere, yet also somewhat flickering, as if afraid Fang Ziye would get angry at her words.

Before, she and her daughter had talked with Fang Ziye, hoping he could say more good words to encourage her husband, give him more confidence.

Fang Ziye had always done it this way.

This morning, Fang Ziye suddenly threw out such good news, it made her unable to gauge whether Fang Ziye's words were truth, or biased comfort "white lies"!

Although coming for treatment, they would all be comparatively greedy.

But whether it was her, or her husband, neither had anticipated that one day he could really stand up directly.

According to their thinking, even if one day her husband could recover walking by wearing devices, walk a few steps at home, that would already be heaven opening its eyes.

During previous stays in Spine Surgery, Neurology Department, and Rehabilitation Department, they had seen many similar patients.

Patients hospitalized for years or even ten years were not few.

Disappointed many times, it became a habit.

Just that they weren't resigned, still hoped to come here and try their luck; didn't expect Fang Ziye really accepted them in.

Moreover, after two "surgeries", now her husband has the opportunity to relieve himself; he was so happy he didn't dare sleep for several nights.

Afraid this was a dream, waking up would return to reality.

"Should be worth expecting, right!"

"Still the sentence I told you before, medicine has no one hundred percent. If someone tells you something is one hundred percent, either they're boasting, or they want to swindle your medical fees!" Fang Ziye replied cautiously.

He didn't dare speak big words!

Even surgeries with great certainty have an extremely small probability of various uncontrollable "accidents", such as cardiac arrest and other ultra-low probability events.

"Professor Fang, that is to say, you weren't deliberately comforting?"

After speaking, the middle-aged woman didn't wait for Fang Ziye's answer, hurriedly bowed in thanks: "Not comforting is good, not comforting is good, Professor Fang, thank you."

"I just wasn't too at ease, felt all this beauty was too unreal, so wanted to come confirm..."

Fang Ziye smiled in reply: "It's fine, Auntie, I can only tell you it's worth expecting, and the time is uncertain."

He could understand the other party's mood.

You know, standing from the patient family member's angle, first time entering the operating room, did "surgery" yet had no progress at all.

Family members although no attitude, but definitely disappointed for a good while.

Just they didn't express it out, unwilling to cut off the patient's hope!

In the Director's Office!

"Teacher Fang~" Ling Fengguang looked at Fang Ziye somewhat nervously, a bit at a loss, one moment placing his hands at his sides, the next placing them before his abdomen, extending and fidgeting.

Finally he lowered his head slightly to look at his toes, then resumed meeting Fang Ziye's gaze.

"Ling Fengguang, how confident are you about your postgraduate entrance exam scores? Can you reach three hundred?"

"Have you estimated your own score?" Fang Ziye touched his own earlobe and asked!

Upon hearing this, Ling Fengguang's breathing became somewhat rapid; he hurriedly raised his head, his chest heaving as he asked: "Teacher Fang, could it be that I really have a chance?"

"You answer my question first? Although Han City University has the permission to set its own admission lines for graduate recruitment, it still can't be too outrageous." Fang Ziye replied.

Autonomous graduate recruitment refers to a recruitment method where the 34 key universities selected by the state can set their own admission score lines according to their own recruitment needs, not completely bound by the national unified score line.

That is to say, apart from the recruitment quotas being relatively limited, the rest can still vary to a certain extent.

In addition, some relatively excellent supervisors also have their own "special recruitment quotas"; this quota is not restricted by the school's inherent recruitment quotas and can additionally recruit based on their own circumstances.

Generally speaking, after the postgraduate entrance exam, the national line is usually below three hundred points, while the minimum score lines for different majors at the thirty-four autonomous recruitment universities are all above three hundred points.

If Ling Fengguang hasn't even scored three hundred points, then even wanting to pull him in would be relatively difficult.

Ling Fengguang shook his head and replied: "Teacher Fang, I don't know either; English and Politics scores are also hard to assess."

"As for the Western Medicine Comprehensive score, although I checked reference answers, they are only reference answers made by institutions, not the standard answers."

"But my Western Medicine Comprehensive, conservatively estimated, should reach one hundred ninety."

If English and Politics just pass, that's three hundred ten plus.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Then have you chosen a supervisor?"

Ling Fengguang's postgraduate entrance exam score is above three hundred points; then the school's line-setting afterwards is easy. As long as Ling Fengguang enters the big circle, it can basically be settled.

Ling Fengguang still hadn't figured out the meaning: "Teacher Fang, I, I, I, definitely want to choose you."

"But the scores and score lines haven't come out yet……"

Ling Fengguang still hadn't thought that he would unexpectedly save a person and have such a chain reaction.

After all, at that time he also hadn't considered that much.

"Having this intention is enough; then you must study hard~ From now on, you can read more literature, and some relatively professional books."

"You can borrow some books from your Senior Brother Hu, then go find your Senior Brother Lan Tianluo and them to get some categorized documents of articles, category by category, first go read literature, understand how SCI papers are actually written." Fang Ziye this was no longer a hint, it was all explicit.

Not to mention other things, Fang Ziye also knew that his own students couldn't all be geniuses like Hu Qingyuan.

As for Ling Fengguang, his talent might be limited, but his nerve is relatively ample.

Encountering such a student is also fate; pulling him up a bit is still doable.

With just this nerve, Fang Ziye would forcibly pull Ling Fengguang ashore too~

"Thank you, Master~" Ling Fengguang immediately changed his address upon hearing this.

Still that sentence: as long as Fang Ziye is willing to sign, as long as he passes the school's line, he can definitely have books to read.

Autonomous recruitment universities are just this awesome; they can ignore the re-examination 'procedure'!

"You're still not bad; I can listen to you say, how did you persuade the Academic Affairs Office to let you stay in the Orthopedics Department internship long-term?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Ah?"

Ling Fengguang froze for a moment, somewhat surprised: "Master, does this still need to be said?"

"Not saying it isn't the best reason?"

"Our Han City University manages this part very loosely~"

This time it was Fang Ziye's turn to be speechless: "……"

Good fellow, so the difficult problem Fang Ziye assigned Ling Fengguang actually belonged to the free-give category, right?

Fang Ziye had also heard the saying "play at Han City University, study at Huazhong University of Science and Technology," but he hadn't studied undergrad here, so he couldn't deeply experience it.

During Fang Ziye's undergrad period, Tianjin Medical University's checks on internships were still relatively strict; Fang Ziye hadn't expected Han City University's Academic Affairs Office to not even check internships.

You go if you want, don't go if you don't?

"Oh, pretty good~" Fang Ziye was also very satisfied with Ling Fengguang's answer.

Sometimes if you go say it, you instead can't do a thing, but if you don't say it, others don't care about you either; that is the best answer and choice.

This question has no standard answer; what Fang Ziye wants to see is the result.

As long as a directional result is facilitated, there must be one's own considerations and choices.

"Master, is our small team very competitive? I heard others say our small team is the most competitive, most tiring surgical team." Ling Fengguang asked.

"Hmm... you can still regret it now and it's not too late." Fang Ziye nodded in acknowledgment.

Ling Fengguang hurriedly shook his head: "No no no, Master, I quite like this fulfilling feeling."

"During my undergrad, I didn't know what I should do, no one guided me, no one forced me to do anything."

"It seemed as long as you passed, you were the grandpa, no one would care about you, and no one would give you a guide."

"This relatively loose feeling instead made me idle……"

"I didn't dare go find other teachers to hang around for research projects before; waited until the postgraduate entrance exam ended, I heard Senior Brothers say to go find a good supervisor, only then did I come to Orthopedics thick-skinned to hang around……"

"I really miss high school a bit; back then teachers would tell you what you should do, what to do!"

Ling Fengguang felt he was a task-oriented player.

His own execution ability might not be weak, but if no one leads, he's like a headless fly.

"Let's go, go down for surgery."

"Before school starts, I have these few requirements for you: read more professional books, read more literature, practice more basic skills."

"Before school starts, you hand in twenty literature reading reports to me, full English versions." Fang Ziye just-rightly arranged a task for Ling Fengguang.

"Okay, Master!" Ling Fengguang instead settled down.

It's already February now; there are only seven months left until school starts in September.

Writing reading reports for twenty papers isn't that easy, and they have to be in full English.

But this task arrangement let Ling Fengguang know what he should do.

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After Wednesday's surgery ended, Ling Fengguang was still foolishly happy.

After seeing Fang Ziye off, Hu Qingyuan walked over and patted Ling Fengguang's shoulder: "What are you standing here for? Acting as a benchmark, your eyes are practically squinting shut."

Ling Fengguang immediately widened his eyes: "Senior Brother, you don't know the hardship of us postgraduate entrance examination dogs; failing the exam is very possible."

"This counts as me getting ashore early, and following Master at that — I'm overjoyed!"

After speaking, Ling Fengguang frowned again: "But I'm just afraid I'm too weak, and you Senior Brothers will abuse me until I'm bruised all over."

"Then Master might take another one, and I won't be able to learn or keep up with playing either……"

Hu Qingyuan clasped his hands behind his back, tilted his head and retorted: "Isn't that the truth? Want to go one-on-one?"

Hearing this, Ling Fengguang's defenses instantly crumbled, shaking his head like a rattle.

"Senior Brother, then I'll just admit defeat……"

Hu Qingyuan continued: "Right, Xiao Ling, what do you think you're good at?"

Hearing this, Ling Fengguang thought carefully and replied: "Senior Brother, seems I don't have anything I'm good at."

"Then let me ask differently — do you have any hobbies?"

"Loving TV, watching anime, playing games — those all count!" Hu Qingyuan asked in another way.

Ling Fengguang thought carefully again, pursed his lips and smiled: "Senior Brother, seems I don't have any particular interests or hobbies either."

Hu Qingyuan abruptly turned his head, giving Ling Fengguang a thorough once-over from top to bottom: "Then what did you usually do during undergrad?"

"Stayed in the dorm, sometimes went out for meals with classmates, scrolled short videos… waited for meals……" Feng Junfeng said.

Feng Junfeng thought carefully; his college years were unremarkable, without any special memory points.

Hu Qingyuan continued: "So those college years, you didn't play games, didn't chase girlfriends, didn't read novels, didn't follow dramas……"

"Just passed five years like that?"

Ling Fengguang nodded: "Except last year when I had to prepare for the postgraduate exam and kept running to the library, other times were all like this."

Describing Ling Fengguang with the two words 'empty' and 'ordinary' couldn't be more fitting.

His studies relied on a streak of diligence plus a bit of talent; scoring above passing was the true portrait of his five university years.

So ordinary that thrown into a crowd, no one would think he was a university student.

Aside from knowing some medical professional knowledge, he had no other strengths whatsoever.

"Then have you ever thought about what you want to do?" Hu Qingyuan, finding no suitable entry point to guide Ling Fengguang, asked again.

"Not really, just heard others say Orthopedics is pretty good, so I applied for Orthopedics."

"If not for standardized training, I might not have thought about the postgraduate exam either; after graduation I'd just find a job……" Ling Fengguang's answer was quite honest.

But after speaking, Ling Fengguang immediately added: "Senior Brother, you must absolutely not tell Master these things!"

Ling Fengguang still hoped to leave a good impression on Fang Ziye; otherwise, being so mediocre, so wanting to lie flat, he was afraid Fang Ziye would dislike him.

"Mm, I naturally won't tell Master."

"But you having no interests or hobbies at all really surprised me."

"Maybe after following Master for a while you'll develop some. You don't understand Master's true value yet."

"First try to understand what SCI is, what research categories are, what impact factor is, what research is — you'll slowly get started on the academic path."

"Anyway you have no other interests, so just pick a direction and slowly catch up." Hu Qingyuan had somewhat figured Ling Fengguang out.

This is an ordinary person who doesn't know what he likes or what he should do, just going with the flow!

If you don't point him the way, three years of graduate school will just be years six, seven, eight of undergrad!

"Mm, okay!" Ling Fengguang was also quite casual about it.

"Let's go, Senior Brother will treat you to a meal; you're still an intern…… after eating, I'll take you to the training room to get familiar with things." Hu Qingyuan was still trying to fulfill his duties as a Senior Brother.

……

At 4:30 PM, Fang Ziye ordered two stir-fried dishes at a small restaurant outside the hospital and started eating.

It wasn't mealtime yet, and Fang Ziye didn't want to go far, so he just casually made do.

He'd only taken a few bites when Fang Ziye's phone rang.

An unfamiliar number, and it seemed to be an official one too.

"Hello, good day~" Fang Ziye spoke first.

"Professor Fang, hello. This is the Provincial Science and Technology Department; Professor Fang can call me Xiao Li." A sweet female voice came from the other end.

Fang Ziye hurriedly nodded: "Hello hello, what's the matter with your call?"

The Provincial Science and Technology Department, responsible for provincial research project applications — although he currently had no use for it, his students might.

For instance Hu Qingyuan would start by applying for provincial and school-level projects to secure his own 'funding'!

"Professor Fang, it's like this — our Leader learned you're launching a new project, so we want to discuss something with you: we're willing to strongly support your project……" The person called Xiao Li explained the purpose.

The gist was they hoped Fang Ziye's new project would use only Provincial Science and Technology Department funding, no mixing of other funding sources, making it a project led by the Hubei Province Science and Technology Department.

That way, the credit for this standalone project could be counted under the Hubei Province Science and Technology Department and Hubei Province Health Committee.

It would count as having a discerning eye for talent.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye found it somewhat funny: "Leader, aren't you making things difficult for me?"

"The money on the funding account has already been spent; now you tell me not to use other funding accounts — if I don't use them, isn't that making me commit an error?"

"How would I explain it when it's audited later?" Fang Ziye tactfully expressed his refusal.

Xiao Li said: "Professor Fang, actually these operations aren't difficult — whatever you bought, just procure it again?"

She actually came up with a solution for Fang Ziye: treat the already-spent funding as preparation for experimental consumables, hoard and don't use it, and the books would balance!

Fang Ziye felt he might have been too polite, so he didn't want to waste more words on the other party: "Leader, you called too late! ~"

"This matter, it's impossible to do it like this now."

"Moreover, clinical projects and animal experiment projects like these, if I had applied to the Provincial Natural Science Foundation Committee from the start, they would hundred percent not approve."

"Because you can't provide this large a volume of funding."

"Now wanting to insert yourselves halfway through, I'd have a hard time explaining it."

"There's no need to make it this troublesome."

Xiao Li, hearing this, also didn't get angry, and said with a smile: "Professor Fang, do us a favor, our leader is very sincere, he already said, no matter how much funding, I'm willing to arrange it……"

"In principle, there's no upper limit." Xiao Li said it very generously.

"This isn't a matter of money anymore, you just reply to your leader according to the meaning I'll give you. I'm quite busy on this end, let's leave it at that." Fang Ziye finished speaking, then actively hung up the phone.

Afterwards, Fang Ziye looked at the mobile phone screen, and smiled thoughtfully.

In the system, everyone has it hard.

For some things, one could say they all rack their brains! ~

Before he became famous, he would also think of all kinds of ways to scrape together research funding, back then gathering from here and there, prying one funding allocation open into several portions to spend.

Now, the Provincial Science and Technology Department, for the sake of its own performance, would actually think to poach a National Natural Science Foundation funded project, truly daring to imagine!

Fang Ziye absolutely won't agree, because the Provincial Natural Science Foundation Committee can't afford to fund it, and also can't produce a title matching the project's gold content.

Fang Ziye is still counting on it to get a Distinguished Youth or something.

These things, although they're virtual fame, but now that they've arrived before him, Fang Ziye won't be "arrogant" enough to turn a blind eye!

Fang Ziye didn't take this kind of thing as a matter, after eating he walked to the animal experiment lab.

Now, Fang Ziye's path ahead is more and more clear, even without experiencing too much "willows dark", he's already seen "flowers bright"……(Chapter End)