Chapter 790

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

February 20th, Thursday, the twenty-third day of the first lunar month. Sunny weather.

"Professor Fang, good morning! ~" At the bottom of the Surgical Building in Zhongnan Hospital New Campus, Tang Xiaoping greeted Fang Ziye.

"Good morning, Professor Tang..." Fang Ziye extended his hand and gave Tang Xiaoping a light, virtual handshake.

After letting go, Tang Xiaoping looked Fang Ziye up and down for a while, teasing with a half-smile: "Professor Fang will soon be landing ashore and returning home; I wonder how many young ladies in our Surgery Department and Operating Room will be washing their faces with tears."

"What a pity, so many pretty and sensible young ladies, and not a single one caught your eye."

Tang Xiaoping used irony.

Those waiting for the elevator were all from the Surgical System, just not familiar with Fang Ziye; hearing this, they were quite surprised: "Professor Fang is getting married? When? Where's the banquet, how come we haven't heard a whisper?"

"Looks like I won't get to eat Professor Fang Ziye's wedding candy and cake."

Fang Ziye hurriedly replied: "Guo Ge, there's still nearly two months; the date is set, it's April 13th."

"It'll be held in Han City; if Guo Ge is free then, come over for a cup of wedding wine."

Tang Xiaoping is 'pulling guests' for himself here.

But within the system, generally when there's a happy event, not everyone goes, but most people will bring a gift.

Since starting work, Fang Ziye has also sent out quite a few; generally standard two hundred to four hundred, a unified standard.

If the personal relationship is relatively good, then it's sent according to each person's own friendship.

The person called Guo Ge hurriedly said: "Professor Fang, that depends on whether I'm on duty; if I'm not on duty, I'll definitely come over to join the festivities."

"Just hope you don't sell me a blank invitation then."

The Surgical System people all know how to joke, and the jokes are just right.

"Definitely not, Guo Ge! ~"

"The elevator's here, Guo Ge, you go first." Fang Ziye let Guo Ge and Tang Xiaoping enter the elevator first...

After entering the elevator, the person called Guo Ge then said: "Professor Tang, did you know?"

"The saying goes, when joy comes, the spirit is refreshed; but looking at Professor Fang's complexion, he doesn't seem refreshed enough."

"Last week, the school evaluated the Top Ten Research Young Newcomer Award; Professor Fang was the sole award-winning representative from our Medical College and Clinical College. Originally they wanted Professor Fang to give a speech, but Professor Fang declined."

"Looks like Professor Fang has always been rather low-key."

Hearing this, Tang Xiaoping found it extra funny, couldn't help glancing at Guo Ge a few times, then lowered his voice and whispered in his ear: "Guo Chai, this is what you don't know."

"Professor Fang has even won the National Science and Technology Progress Award; that little newcomer award of our school, Professor Fang attending would be giving it face."

"It's just that the school last year, to avoid suspicion, only issued it to Professor Fang this year as a supplement. Otherwise, Professor Fang would have received it long ago."

Guo Chai was slightly startled upon hearing this.

He's not from Orthopedics, and not familiar with Fang Ziye; it's impossible for him to study Fang Ziye's resume every day; he only knows Fang Ziye published in a top journal like CAA this year.

There are quite a few people in the hospital who have won the National Science and Technology Progress Award; many seniors have also received this honor; the hospital didn't specially publish a version or public account article to promote it.

Plus, last year's national awards, Han City University got a Special Prize; the important attention all went there, so the matter of Fang Ziye winning the National Science and Technology Progress Second Prize wasn't publicized.

Guo Chai looked at Fang Ziye very seriously, his whole body trembling.

Truly unexpected that so many honors could be blended onto such a young person; even though he'd long heard Fang Ziye was a freak, now with so much fact-based accumulation before his eyes, it's still somewhat shocking.

Tang Xiaoping's voice was very low; Fang Ziye didn't know what he told Guo Chai, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

He just silently waited for the elevator door to open, people getting off and on, all the way to the floor where Trauma Surgery is located.

Guo Chai got off the elevator early; after exiting, he still looked deeply at Fang Ziye a few times, as if wanting to remember Fang Ziye's current unperturbed expression to motivate himself.

After getting off the elevator, Fang Ziye then sighed, half-smiling: "Teacher Tang, I don't know if you're bringing me bad luck or genuinely trying to praise me."

Tang Xiaoping replied very seriously: "Professor Fang, don't misunderstand; I truly admire you, it's not intentional praise-to-kill."

"Besides, what virtue and ability do I have to praise-to-kill Professor Fang?"

"Everything I can think of, Professor Fang, you've already gotten!!"

Fang Ziye has many honors that are leapfrogging in nature, and this kind of leapfrogging is actually because of last year's 'accident'!

Such an accident caused the school to almost not have time to react and supplement some honors for Fang Ziye.

As a PhD student, Fang Ziye could participate in Hubei Province's research progress evaluation, but not being a Han City University staff member, he had no qualification to participate in the school's honor evaluation.

The Graduate Student Research Special Prize that could be given to Fang Ziye, those three melons two dates, even if given to Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye would have no use for it.

Moreover, last year's Fang Ziye was indeed found to have 'academic system' violations, completely incompatible with the school's officially issued red-header documents!

"Teacher Tang, thank you for your praise; I'll take it as genuine and use it as words of encouragement."

"Professor Tang, it's not early anymore; I'm going in to shovel rice." Fang Ziye said.

"Professor Fang, you go be busy; the things you're busy with are far more important than our nonsense! ~"

"However, if it's convenient then, Professor Fang can do a favor and let me transfer a patient over." Tang Xiaoping said.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Professor Tang, for in-hospital patients, those meeting the consultation transfer procedure, there's definitely no problem."

Inter-departmental transfer is another form of new ward admission separate from the outpatient appointment hospitalization system.

When an already hospitalized patient applies for consultation transfer, the priority is to a certain extent higher than outpatient appointment hospitalization patients.

After all, generally hospitalized patients have been hospitalized for a very long time, and the appointment time would also be relatively long.

This counts as a 'small privilege' for our hospital's own staff!

If one's own relatives insist on finding a certain professor, they can first be admitted to their own ward, then jump the queue through consultation transfer.

Ordinary patients generally cannot operate this step.

Because you don't have diseases from other specialties, you can't be admitted to other departments.

And for patients already hospitalized, if they have diseases from other specialties requiring specialty assistance, they must be prioritized for handling; otherwise, the patient's waiting process will incur more costs.

Moreover, if the hospitalization time is dragged out too long, the medical insurance department will also find 'trouble' for the hospital!

Perhaps they won't single out individuals one-on-one, but the hospital's rules and regulations will also try their best to reduce the overall hospitalization time.

After Fang Ziye walked into the ward, he saw that Fang Ziye's patients and family members were all very polite.

"Professor Fang, good morning."

"Professor Fang, you're here."

"Professor Fang, we can be discharged today, thank you Professor Fang, you've run around for so long, finally we can go home."

"Professor Fang, is our surgery tomorrow then?" There were many people greeting Fang Ziye, each with different questions.

"Good good good, good morning to you all too."

Fang Ziye pointed at several family members asking professional questions, his face turning stern again: "I've told you many times, pay attention to personal privacy, your conditions are your especially private matters, don't discuss them in front of everyone, this is a violation."

"Ask during the ward round later." Fang Ziye's tone was reproachful, but he was smiling.

"Hey, what's not allowed to discuss, we're not afraid of this." The scolded family members hurriedly said.

"Right right! Saying a bit won't lose a piece of meat."

Fang Ziye nodded, smiling: "Actually, you guys can not care, but our rules are like this; if Medical Affairs Department people come to inspect and hear it, I might still have not small trouble."

"Have to write materials!!"

"Chat later..."

As Fang Ziye walked forward, a young man appeared before Fang Ziye; he sat in a wheelchair, eyes bloodshot, looking at Fang Ziye.

Without a word, his legs trembling, he stood up.

His two hands gripped the wheelchair handles; although his hands were also exerting force to assist, he could clearly feel that his legs, wasted for nearly two years, had strength now, could use strength.

Got strength!

Stood halfway, ultimately due to insufficient strength he slowly sank back down again, but his expression was still excited, voice hoarse, unknown if happy or sad: "Professor Fang, I can stand a little now."

"I really can stand, I feel it myself!" His tone was certain.

At his side, his parents were carefully accompanying him; his wife and child didn't come today.

Fang Ziye took a deep breath, pursed his lips: "Being able to stand up, being able to use strength is good."

"This has already reached the expectation we discussed before."

"But this may be the maximum benefit of this treatment; although the current recovery situation is good, you also can't be too full of longing and expectation."

"High standards and high requirements without theoretical support are all rootless duckweed!"

The young man nodded: "I know, Professor Fang."

"But this is already... I don't know how much better than when I was just admitted?"

"I'm already very satisfied! ~"

"Now able to stand, maybe later can walk forward a few steps, and possibly walk a stretch with a cane."

"I'm not greedy, yet greedy." The young man's expression hesitated, his tone held an indescribable desolation.

However, although Fang Ziye could let him recover bowel sensation, even roughly complete defecation, and simply stand up.

He also couldn't reverse his all-or-nothing "goal"!

Not long after his surgery ended, his wife proposed divorce.

She could leave the child, want none of the joint property, even return part of the previous bride price, just seeking a clean break with nothing!

Because the young man was young, only in his early twenties, his wife was a few months younger than him, the road ahead was still very long.

She was unwilling to spend the rest of her life with a paralyzed person!

From the start, she wasn't a member of this family; just by chance, she participated in this family for a few years, now she feels it's a burden, so she wants to escape this cage.

She also mentioned, she can give appropriate alimony later...

His wife isn't a weirdo either, just a most real person, making the most real, most self-interested choice.

Currently the divorce procedures aren't complete, but divorce has already become a settled fact.

Keeping up appearances is useless.

"Work hard, I hope your future days get better and better, and I believe they can get better and better." Fang Ziye said.

"But my blessing is just a blessing, I have to go eat breakfast."

The young man hurriedly said: "Professor Fang, you go eat first, we'll chat more during the ward round later..."

Eating is paramount!

Without important matters, no matter how moving the scene, it cannot compare to others eating being important.

The Inpatient General Office and the Director's Office have virtually turned into two breakfast buffet venues in the department.

The Resident Physicians in the ward gathered in the Inpatient General Office; Deputy Chief Physicians like Li Nuo and Tang Sai surrounded the Director's Office.

Tang Sai complained at this moment: "Let me tell you, this morning my wife secretly went through my phone again."

"Since I came to the New Campus, I leave early and return late, rarely eat breakfast at home, she thought I was having an affair! ~"

"I'll have to ask Director Fang for a mental distress subsidy later!"

"It's all his fault."

Tang Sai had just finished speaking when Fang Ziye walked in from outside carrying breakfast; Li Nuo immediately sold Tang Sai out: "Director Fang, Brother Tang said he wants you to give him benefits, comfort the 'void' caused by the harm he suffered!"

Tang Sai glared at Li Nuo, hurriedly stood up: "Fang Ziye, Li Nuo is talking nonsense!"

"Don't believe me, ask Brother Wang." Tang Sai had Wang Zongkai vouch for him.

Wang Zongkai had long finished breakfast, currently holding a teacup, sitting cross-legged, nodded: "Director Fang, Teacher Tang did say he wants you to give him benefits."

Tang Sai clenched his fist against his forehead: "What sins did I commit? Your Hand Surgery and Trauma are inseparable, how could I believe you'd help me?"

"Kai Ye, I misjudged you. All those drinks I bought you went to waste!"

Fang Ziye didn't pay attention to these jokes, but announced very formally: "Teacher, Big Brother, brothers, when I just arrived, Du Kuo in Bed 14 could already stand up supporting himself on the wheelchair!"

"Brothers, we succeeded!!!"

"We successfully transferred the specific treatment plan from animal experiments into clinical practice!"

"With these preliminary clinical trials and animal experiments, we can apply for large amounts of funding, can establish research projects..."

Fang Ziye is a Deputy Chief Physician; a Deputy Chief Physician in clinical practice can conduct new surgical techniques and new therapies as exploration.

This is the research right granted by the state to Deputy Chief Physicians.

However, for this treatment to be widely extended to the masses, it still has to go through more rigorous animal experiments and clinical trials.

Its essence is that medicine can let a few people serve as guinea pigs first, to explore whether a therapy is feasible, but won't let a new therapy directly use a large range of patients as consumables for clinical trials.

Impossible to agree to using so many people as trial-and-error cost!

"Awesome! ~ Yesterday he could only make his bilateral lower limbs tremble!" Tang Sai put down his grievance, extremely excited.

The fist in his right hand smashed fiercely into his left palm!

"Awesome, awesome to the max."

"How to describe this?" Tang Sai's excitement had nowhere to go, so his gaze began wandering everywhere.

Xu Gongming, attending physician of Ceng Duoqin's group, responded with a laugh: "Tang Ge, being at a loss for words is the highest praise."

"Sometimes, the rigor of literature expresses emotion better."

"Awesome and pressing, pressing and awesome — this simplest expression is the highest praise!"

"Professor Fang is invincible!"

"Ziye is domineering..." Zhu Quanlin, Zhang Wenlin, Li Nuo and others sent flattery one after another.

Although adding flowers to brocade can't compare to sending charcoal in snow, when it's time to add flowers to brocade, if you don't add flowers to the brocade, that also leaves a profound memory.

Wear through a thousand, wear through ten thousand, flattery never wears out!

Fang Ziye nodded slightly: "Okay okay, brothers, let me show off for three minutes, you praise me for three minutes, whatever you praise I'll accept."

"After three minutes, we return to normal, eat when it's time to eat, ward rounds when it's time for ward rounds, work when it's time to work."

Tang Sai heard this and said: "Ziye, you're still too calm, too cautious. At a time like this, you only enjoy three minutes?"

"Could it be that Wife/Partner won't be satisfied with this time?"

Li Nuo said: "Tang Ge, as long as it hits the spot, a few seconds is enough..."

Li Nuo is a person with life experience, and has plenty of experience!

Everyone laughed.

Fang Ziye's excellence doesn't need special language to embellish further; meaning expressed clearly, sincerity delivered, that's enough.

Going too far is as bad as not going far enough.

Fang Ziye very precisely cut off the three minutes, then said: "Time's about up. Next, I may need to assign sub-branches of the research project."

"Based on our current basic field research, enabling patients to recover partial sensory function and partial motor function is already the limit achievable by reactivating local silent electrical pathways after spinal cord injury!"

"After all, the spinal cord is already damaged; some pathways will never connect again. Then, spinal cord injury patients, through microcurrent stimulation, can never return to the level of normal people!"

"This is its structural limitation. We've already infinitely approached this functional recovery upper limit, and this upper limit also varies from person to person."

"So next, we need to apply these upper limits, rearrange and recombine, reconstruct the patients' lower limb functions, individually reconstruct corresponding functions according to each person's specific situation!"

"The dead cannot be resurrected; the living can only live well!" Fang Ziye summarized the current handling of spinal cord injury at the spinal cord site with this one sentence!

Some pathways have already died off — they're dead, definitely won't regenerate!

At least not currently achievable.

Things already dead, don't struggle over them, don't keep thinking about regenerating new pathways — that will only waste more useless time.

Even a hundred or several hundred years may not break through!

And if such things can be broken through, then the upper limit of human lifespan's annual rings would probably also be broken through!

So, the principle of using whatever exists.

However many pathways activated, whatever functions recovered, based on existing functions, see if through other surgical forms, we can reconstruct some functions for these spinal cord injury patients.

This isn't reconstruction, it's re-creation!

Fang Ziye saw Ceng Duoqin and the others all become seriously tense, pricking up their ears, so he didn't make things difficult for them, assigning them one by one.

"On the animal experiment side, we already have a relatively mature team; can't insert anyone there for now."

"But the essence of movement generation lies in muscle contraction, while the essence of normal movement lies in muscles being able to produce regular pivot-like activity across joints."

"Therefore, in functional re-creation, distinguishing functional from non-functional muscles, and performing sufficient work on them, is absolutely necessary! ~"

"Doing a good job of cross-joint muscle origin and insertion reconstruction and transfer is also something we must explore."

"Kai Ye, if you have time, you can take time to deeply research this with Teacher Tang Sai, and the Joint Surgery team represented by Teacher Tang Sai."

"Professor Du Xinzhan and them can provide technical support anytime. This point is the task you must continuously push forward for at least the next half year."

"One month as deadline. If within one month there's not an inch of progress, I'll directly intervene or change the team!"

Fang Ziye put the ugly words upfront.

You can come to gain seniority, but you can't just purely hang around, know jack shit, contribute nothing.

Can't undertake the task you represent, then why should my team support such idle people, just to make the team look like it has more people, make the team look bigger?

Impossible!

Wang Zongkai and Tang Sai looked at each other, then nodded: "Director Fang, rest assured, we'll definitely do our utmost, and won't delay the project's progress."

Fang Ziye had already fed the meal to their mouths; there was no reason not to eat.

But whether it can be digested depends on the individual's constitution.

Everyone's stomach is not quite the same.

Fang Ziye finished speaking the ugly words, so of course he had to say some nice words, which were also Fang Ziye's inner thoughts: "Teacher Tang, Teacher Wang!"

"Of course, the reason I put it this way is that I don't want the two of you to be too stubborn; if it really doesn't work, you can ask more and consult more, don't just bury your head and suffer in silence."

"You can have no ideas, and you can also persist, but don't be obstinate for the sake of persistence and affect the overall situation."

"Perhaps you can stubbornly produce an idea, but by the time you figure it out, the daylilies will be cold, and it won't be in time anymore."

"We are a team; the meaning of a team's existence is to complement each other, communicate with each other, learn from each other's strengths and offset weaknesses, not to each fight for their own camp and show off that they are more awesome than others, that their contribution is greater!"

"Apart from this project, our clinical duties for the next few months must be restrained! ~"

"For example, our group, after I go on leave, can only do functional reconstruction surgery and mangled extremity limb salvage surgery; besides that, whether it's diabetic foot or other limb salvage surgery disease types, we accept none!"

"For example, Teacher Zeng's group is also mainly functional reconstruction surgery and transposition surgery; functional recovery surgery should not be operated on anymore!!"

"Clinical work and projects must be separated, and moreover must be separable! ~"

Fang Ziye would take leave in April, annual leave and wedding leave together, combined with a May Day holiday, totaling over thirty days; this was Fang Ziye's entire leave time for this year.

And in March, Fang Ziye would definitely become very busy, because the sanatorium's surgical group would also be moved over from Enshi; at that time, Fang Ziye would also allocate some energy there.

Perhaps, in order to let the project operate more precisely and quickly, the subsequent clinical project for spinal cord injury would be moved over.

Doing clinical projects at the sanatorium has a benefit: no need to worry about medical disputes!

This point, no teaching hospital can achieve!

"Okay, Ziye!" Although Fang Ziye spoke like this, somewhat looking down on them, what Fang Ziye said was the truth.

Acting within one's capabilities, having self-awareness, is one of the signs of a person's maturity.

"All you big brother teachers don't need to be so serious either; I'm just discussing the matter at hand! Beyond the matter, any jokes can still be made; I'm still that Ziye." Fang Ziye said.

Tang Sai curled his lip: "I don't believe your ghost talk!"

"What if Director Fang gets angry and kicks us out?"

"That would be a huge loss."

"Director Fang, although I'm not a woman, we'll also go 'ying ying ying'..."

Seeing Fang Ziye's disgusted expression, Tang Sai laughed happily.

Fairly speaking, although a leader younger than oneself sometimes makes one feel unbalanced inside, sometimes bullying them is also quite interesting.

Fang Ziye actually 'dared not talk back'!

After all, the former Fang Ziye was just an orthopedics student; at that time, Tang Sai was already the Teaching Director!

After rounds, although Bed 14 Du Kuo's family situation wasn't too good, he still bought Fang Ziye two fruit baskets and a silk banner; besides expressing verbal gratitude, he also used actual things to express his sincerity.

The bid document's text wasn't standard; it was written by the youth himself.

Ten characters in total.

"Once worse than death, now living a second life."

Ten characters, a bit of literary flirtatiousness.

At this time, the youth told Fang Ziye his work was related to text.

However, he didn't write published text like novels, but wrote interviews, short reviews, news — this kind of periodical text that requires on-site interviews.

"Thank you, thank you, you've spent too much."

"Really spent too much, you didn't need to be this polite." Fang Ziye accepted the flowers Du Kuo tremblingly stood up to hand over, and said sincerely.

Fang Ziye didn't lack this one silk banner, didn't lack this fifty yuan performance bonus.

"Professor Fang, great kindness hard to repay; this is probably the only tangible thing I can use to express gratitude to you in this lifetime."

"The rest, I also can't afford to pay!"

"In the future, also most likely can't afford to pay; you are my benefactor; within my capability range, a slight expression of sincerity, also slightly soothes the heart."

"Really thank you, Professor Fang." Du Kuo sat down, but his right hand still tightly gripped Fang Ziye's wrist.

Fang Ziye saw this scene, for a moment didn't know how to persuade, how to stop it.

But Du Kuo suddenly changed expression violently, instantly let go of Fang Ziye's hand, turned around and urgently said: "Dad, push me a bit, I need to go to the toilet! ~"

Du Kuo's father heard this, immediately nodded, pushed Du Kuo and left.

Just like that, Du Kuo ran away first!

Having finally recovered his "dignity" again, he didn't want to lose control of his bladder in front of Fang Ziye again...

Fang Ziye saw this, didn't feel Du Kuo was rude, but the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

Even if it's just such a simple avoidance, for them, isn't it a luxury wish from a long time ago?

Fang Ziye carefully accepted the fruit baskets, folded the silk banner, put them back in the Director's Office, then left through the back door!

Today is Thursday, a non-surgery day; after Fang Ziye finished rounds and arranged surgeries, there were still research tasks in the animal lab to manage.

A person who chooses to forge ahead, as long as they want to get busy, isn't afraid of not finding things to do.

If you feel bored, it's generally because you yourself haven't even stepped through the formal threshold, so you're just a half-bucket of water clanging!

Fang Ziye's mood was good all the way.

After parking the car in the animal lab's parking lot, Fang Ziye was even whistling, looking at the tender green new buds brushed by the spring breeze, feeling that everything in the world was beautiful.

Fang Ziye's phone rang; Fang Ziye answered with a smile: "Hello, you good?"

"Eh, hello, may I ask if this is Professor Fang Ziye of Zhongnan Hospital?" The other end transmitted a male voice at least middle-aged, very likely an old man, just raising his tone.

"Mhm, yes, may I ask who you are?" Fang Ziye nodded.

"Eh, Professor Fang, finally got in touch with you; this side is the Jingdu Medical Science Academy Liver Disease Research Institute; it's like this, our institute is recently doing a very important project."

"This project not only relates to international patent competition, but is also closely related to people's livelihood; wonder if Professor Fang has interest in coming over?"

"We were also preparing to ask your unit to transfer you, Professor Fang; now we're asking for your opinion in advance."

Fang Ziye heard this, his step paused, and he said, "Ah?"

"Teacher, have you got it wrong? I'm an orthopedic doctor."

"The Hepatobiliary Disease Research Institute — even if I came, I couldn't do anything."

A chuckle came from the other end: "Professor Fang, a wise man doesn't speak in riddles; you managed to improve the microcirculation instrument for the limbs, so the microcirculation instruments for the liver, kidneys, and other organs — you can certainly handle those too!"

"The research project our team is working on is extremely important; it's one of the major projects the country attaches great importance to, so we hope Professor Fang can come assist for a while."

"We hope Professor Fang will do us the convenience."

Fang Ziye heard this and continued, "Teacher, you've got it wrong, right? I'm currently an orthopedic doctor, and my research direction is also bone tumors and trauma-related."

"Professor Fang, stop making excuses and reasons; I've inquired about all other aspects — your trauma surgery related project can already be concluded, and the bone tumor related project is also in the closing stage."

"Right now you're just doing a few surgeries."

"Doing surgeries can only save a few people; where is there anything as important as the research and development of the transplantation circulation instrument?"

"Then it's settled! ~ I'll send the transfer order then." The other party simply didn't give Fang Ziye a chance to refuse.

Under the scorching sun, the sunlight was dazzling, mixed with a gust of cold wind blowing past, showing that winter had not yet completely disappeared.

"No, Teacher, did you not hear clearly or not understand? I'm a trauma surgeon! ~ Not a hepatobiliary surgeon." Fang Ziye emphasized again.

"Does that matter?" The other party made a clear stance; he understood Fang Ziye's meaning, but simply didn't care about Fang Ziye's meaning!

Fang Ziye's expression immediately sank into silence: "Then what if I'm absolutely unwilling?"

"Then it's not up to you!" came the voice from the other end of the phone.

"For this project, our research institute has transfer priority; Professor Fang, you'll know once you come — it won't harm you."

Fang Ziye heard this and also took a deep breath, replying neither humbly nor arrogantly: "I'd actually like to see what means you'll use to transfer me over!" (Chapter End)