Chapter 804

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

Deng Yong heard Du Xinzhan stir up trouble afterward and felt a bit annoyed: "Director Du, what is there not to understand? Ziye not leaving—isn't that a good thing?"

"Could it be that Director Du has other thoughts?"

Deng Yong is now the Bone Surgery Chief, and he and Du Xinzhan have swapped positions; he speculated whether Du Xinzhan still had other ideas about Fang Ziye's rise.

Du Xinzhan gave Deng Yong a white-eye and said: "Where do I have other thoughts? Deng Yong, don't let your imagination run wild."

"I'm just thinking about the problem from the perspective of Ziye's personal pros and cons!"

"We're all adults; when thinking about problems, of course we'll prioritize our own gains and losses—how can we always carry out the slogans we shout so thoroughly..."

Seeing this, Fang Ziye changed the subject: "Master, Teacher Du, shall we order food first, and chat while ordering?"

Yuan Weihong also hurriedly joined in: "Yes yes, order food first. Today Ziye is treating, so no one be polite with this richest man."

"If you can't bear to, just think about how this little brat got the Distinguished Youth Hat at such a young age—you have to fleece him once to feel better, right?"

Fang Ziye laughed and cried: "Master, you really are my real master!"

"Of course. If there were even a bit of falseness, I wouldn't be so ruthless." Yuan Weihong admitted his own actions.

Professor Gong Jiahe suddenly spoke at this moment: "Professor Deng, Professor Liu, Professor Fang, everyone is gathered here today, so I'll make things clear first."

"I'm new here and not very familiar with all aspects of Zhongnan Hospital, so previously I reluctantly served as the current Chief position—it's just an acting role."

"After such a long process, I still feel my personal ability is insufficient, so I've already submitted an application to Dean Wang and them to replace the Administrative Director of General Surgery."

"Director Deng, Director Du, if you have thoughts in this regard, you must express your attitude in time."

Gong Jiahe suddenly said he wanted to step down as Administrative Chief of Surgery, which made Du Xinzhan and Deng Yong both feel very surprised.

Professor Gong Jiahe was invited by Deng Yong, who hurriedly asked further: "Professor Gong, did you encounter problems that are hard to solve during the course of work?"

"If so, you can throw the task to me. I might be able to think of a solution."

Deng Yong knew Professor Gong Jiahe was new here and might not be acclimated.

Gong Jiahe shook his head: "The work is proceeding quite well, but I still feel inadequate; I'm not interested in this sort of thing."

"The reason I accepted this position before was mainly to alleviate the pressure our Orthopedics Department would face."

"Now it seems this tense atmosphere has already passed."

"Reflecting on my work during this period, I still don't like it and am not good at it. I'm this old already, and I don't want to achieve anything in administration anymore."

"Director Deng and Director Du are both young; they can choose to give it their all."

Du Xinzhan remained silent, but Deng Yong continued to persuade: "Professor Gong, even if you want to apply to step down, you should wait a while. Let's discuss it slowly."

"Speaking of which, since Professor Gong you arrived, every aspect of our department has become more and more prosperous."

"You are the mainstay of our department."

Deng Yong can now be considered as having no desires and no pursuits.

Although he himself is over fifty, he hasn't obtained the Distinguished Youth hat, but he has made a breakthrough and reached the professional ability leap he had long dreamed of!

Moreover, his student Fang Ziye has also obtained the honor he had long dreamed of but could not get; he can be said to have reached the perfect realm of completing his life goals.

Even if Fang Ziye makes no progress in the future, he's already excellent enough!

In one's life, not every ladder you see can be climbed.

Fang Ziye understood Professor Gong Jiahe's meaning and replied: "Professor Gong, administration, clinical work, and scientific research don't conflict, do they?"

Gong Jiahe waved his hand: "To live a few more years and have a longer scientific research lifeline, I really don't want to touch administration."

"It's too troublesome. If anything happens anywhere, they call me; if there's any meeting, I have to attend; if any hospital opens, I might receive seventy or eighty phone calls..."

"Professor Fang, you know, I don't like doing these things."

Fang Ziye understood Gong Jiahe and knew Professor Gong Jiahe was different from many clinical professors at Enshi Yangyuan.

Gong Jiahe wasn't there for "experience," nor for promotion; he just wanted to go to Enshi Yangyuan.

If it weren't because there was a vacancy for a Department Director at his previous workplace, and if Professor Gong Jiahe hadn't returned to take charge, the ward's operations would have scattered, and Gong Jiahe wouldn't have easily left Enshi Yangyuan.

This is a person with his own ideas.

If Gong Jiahe liked to fight for power, the position he could reach at Zhengda First Affiliated Hospital should be many times higher than the one he has already reached.

"Professor Gong, speaking of which, I have such thoughts too."

"But a certain degree of control will make it more convenient for us to do many things, so, Professor Gong, even if you don't like it, you might still have to undertake some tasks." Fang Ziye replied with a light laugh.

Liu Huanglong interjected here: "Ziye, you can't be too biased. You're also thinking about whether Professor Gong can let the Trauma Surgery Director position go to your teacher Yuan Weihong, right?"

Liu Huanglong's words made Gong Jiahe, Yuan Weihong, and Fang Ziye all a bit embarrassed.

But Fang Ziye soon glanced at Liu Huanglong and said with a smile: "It seems Teacher Liu now has great opinions of me, very great, so intentionally or unintentionally, you have to stir up hatred for me."

"Teacher Liu, you're not being kind like this. We're all our own people."

Liu Huanglong said: "Fang Ziye, you still remember we're our own people? I think you forgot this long ago."

"You send so many good things out generously, and you don't take care of the old comrades in the department at all."

Regarding this, Du Xinzhan and the others didn't help mediate; they just watched how Fang Ziye would respond.

Because no matter how Fang Ziye explained, the fact that he gave projects to Professor Duan Hong and them at Tongji Hospital remains.

From a relatively narrow perspective, the relationship between other sub-specialties of Zhongnan Hospital and Fang Ziye should be closer than the relationship between Duan Hong of Tongji Hospital and Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye said: "Teacher Liu, if Teacher Du said this, I'd have no way to argue, but you saying this—don't you feel a bit guilty?"

"Am I not good enough to Hand Surgery and to Professor Liu?"

Fang Ziye shifted the topic to the Hand Surgery sub-specialty, and Liu Huanglong had nothing to say: "I'm not talking about myself; I'm speaking out for the other teachers in our hospital."

"You just mentioned Teacher Du too, so what? Fang Ziye can rack his brains for Tongji Hospital's Trauma Surgery, but he can't rack his brains for our Zhongnan Hospital's Joint Surgery?"

Hearing Liu Huanglong say this, Fang Ziye became even more certain of the label his teacher Deng Yong had pinned on Liu Huanglong.

Liu Huanglong is a person with a very agile mind; he will push to the extreme within the bounds of the rules.

Meaning, you don't need to worry that Liu Huanglong will harm you, but you also shouldn't count on Liu Huanglong not annoying you, because that's impossible — he is bound to annoy you.

Like brown sugar candy, once it sticks to you, you can't shake it off.

Considering this clearly, Fang Ziye then said: "Teacher Liu, I've given you what I gave you, and there are still so many good things you yourself don't want to use — what can I do?"

"The microcirculation occlusion concept — this is a near-basic research project; from it, who knows how many projects can be derived!"

Research projects can be divided into different levels.

Even basic research projects, if subdivided, can be split into grade one, two, three, four, five basic research projects.

In the medical field, the most basic research project is the definition of human anatomy!

Then come physiology, biochemistry, pathology, immunology, and related fields.

On these foundations, there are near-basic research projects — for example, the microcirculation occlusion concept, or the special functions of tumor invasion, metastasis, etc.

Obviously, the more basic the project, the more it can overturn; likewise, it carries a great deal of content.

"This is a near-basic research project? What other uses can it have?" Liu Huanglong froze for a moment, muttering the question.

Fang Ziye wouldn't deceive anyone, at least he wouldn't mislead people in front of this many people.

"Teacher Liu, we've already done two major projects — infection and tumor; following this line of thinking, as long as it's within this scope, any disease type related to mutation or invasion can be classified under this category."

"No tumor, no infection — are there others?"

"For instance, chronic inflammation? Can chronic inflammation be treated with shock therapy by changing the dosage of a certain drug, thereby slowing the progression of inflammation?"

"The infection and tumor projects we study are actually both related to extreme lethal substances."

"In truth, the propositions directly related to vascular circulation are regeneration and circulation; so-called circulation is a self-contained, unceasing system."

"If Teacher Liu your luck is good, and you happen to discover a second blood-oxygen exchange organ besides the lungs, or recreate this ability, you could take off right on the spot."

Fang Ziye casually tossed it out, handing Liu Huanglong a hydrogen-bomb-level proposition.

The lungs are the site of blood-oxygen exchange.

Currently only the lungs can provide oxygen — is there a second place that can?

Definitely not.

But this is only based on existing physiological anatomy.

According to normal physiological structure, cardiac arrest means death, yet in cardiac surgery, humans invented the extracorporeal circulation instrument to replace the body's heart-lung function.

Therefore, nothing can be absolute; the founding of theories mostly stems from crazy ideas.

"Is there really such an opportunity?" Liu Huanglong pressed Fang Ziye further.

Fang Ziye said: "Teacher Liu, I don't know — the track I'm taking isn't Hand Surgery."

"Of course, this track also has an extremely, extremely high ceiling……"

Liu Huanglong came from Peking Union Medical College Hospital to Zhongnan Hospital's Trauma Surgery precisely because he felt Hand Surgery's ceiling wasn't high enough, Hand Surgery's benefits had all been eaten up by the old seniors, and another Academician was impossible.

His resolve wasn't firm enough.

Later Fang Ziye invented the limb replantation surgery — this surgery is enough to make the two of them, Liu Huanglong and Fang Ziye, go down in history in the field of Hand Surgery.

However, this needs time to ferment, needs time to settle.

Perhaps twenty years later, the two will truly be able to transmit their names into textbooks.

Liu Huanglong is a bit restless now, unable to sit still!

The changes in Liu Huanglong's expression and gaze were all seen by everyone; Gong Jiahe, who was much older and of much higher seniority than Liu Huanglong, grinned and said: "Liu Huanglong, you have great aptitude, also exceptional talent, can do research projects, and can do ordinary scientific research very well."

"But these talents of yours really only qualify as the threshold to see Little Fang."

Liu Huanglong was struck dumb, his expression stiff; after a long while of shock and disbelief, he took a deep breath and said: "Teacher Gong, although what you say is fact, the fact is also piercing enough."

"Can't you be a little more tactful?"

In the past, even now, Liu Huanglong could say this kind of thing to many, many people —

Your talent is merely the threshold to see me, not the capital to hard-match me.

But today's Liu Huanglong increasingly understands this sentence — the gap between genius and genius makes one feel ever more despair.

If you aren't a genius, you fundamentally can't comprehend the level where genius resides; you just guard the tip of the iceberg you see and be smugly pleased.

But you are a genius, so you must be on the road, watching more and more people more outstanding than you perform — you who stood out from ordinary people must now become the backdrop.

This is the price you must pay for transcending ordinary people.

"Sure, you Liu Huanglong struggle for another twenty years, maybe you'll reach Little Fang's current level." Gong Jiahe smiled a bit wickedly.

Speaking of it, today ultimately isn't about singing doom or anything — it's Fang Ziye treating, them congratulating Fang Ziye, celebrating that Fang Ziye can thoroughly settle down in Han City.

Liu Huanglong's smile was uglier than crying: "Teacher Gong, you might as well be a bit more ruthless."

"It's all about equally painful……"

Of course, painful as it was, Liu Huanglong still followed up on the question Fang Ziye had just raised and questioned Fang Ziye in detail.

Fang Ziye answered a few sentences, then asked: "Teacher Liu, looks like you've turned a deaf ear to the task I previously explained to you."

"Reconstruction, reconstruction, reconstruction."

"You haven't touched nerve implantation technique at all?"

"You didn't give me a topic planning document!" Liu Huanglong froze, then feigned anger.

Fang Ziye still stared at him; Liu Huanglong's face reddened.

Yeah, when the hell did I degenerate to directly demanding handouts from Fang Ziye.

You didn't give me a topic planning document?

Should Fang Ziye give it?

Liu Huanglong quickly found a reason for himself, an instinctive reason — I'm afraid I'll affect the research project you proposed.

But this reason was far too pale, and Liu Huanglong felt terrible.

Only then did Fang Ziye say, "Teacher Liu, you're only nine years older than me, you're only forty this year."

"Even friends with an age gap can become friends, do you really only want to be my teacher?"

"Although I respect you greatly, I actually also want to become your friend, we can do research projects together, be partners."

Fang Ziye naturally wouldn't forget that his hospital's Orthopedics Department also had two good balls.

Liu Huanglong and Yuan Weihong were both doctors who had passed the Special Professional Assessment Program, with extremely high operative talent.

Such capability was definitely enough to become his teammates.

Talent like this was at least one in a hundred.

Fang Ziye cherished even Song Yi, so it would be idiotic for Fang Ziye to turn a blind eye to Liu Huanglong and Yuan Weihong.

Fang Ziye said, "Teacher Liu, I personally feel that if everyone becomes friends and works together, then the general direction is consistent, and details are self-managed. What do you think?" Liu Huanglong's face instantly flushed red with embarrassment!

……

Time Flows Like Water.

In a flash, another month passed in a flash.

Han City, in a certain hotel, the lighting was soft, the venue setup in a semi-Chinese modern style, looking elegant and grand.

The wedding procedures were being prepared in an orderly manner, the guests had not yet all taken their seats.

Lan Tianluo sneakily said to Yan Chu in a small compartment in the hotel: "Don't be nervous? There won't be many people watching your performance later."

Yan Chu said with some worry: "Doctor Lan, but my dad said, the people attending Doctor Fang's brother's wedding this time will carry a lot of weight."

"There are even Academicians, I heard there are many?"

"And big experts and professors, they've definitely seen many, many more professional people perform, I'm afraid my performance will look like crap in their eyes."

Lan Tianluo thought, Yan Chu's parents had extraordinary influence, this time his Senior Brother's wedding was already arranged so low-key, yet they could still know the tip of the iceberg.

But, truth be told, this time the Academicians attending the wedding weren't even considered special identities.

Lan Tianluo only found out yesterday, Luo Tingzhu told him, several of his grandpa's old friends were also coming.

Those people were all old soldiers, their weight was not light.

Furthermore, quite a few people from the Enshi Yangyuan also came, Chen Guangbai, Old Master Chen Song.

Also, previously Fang Ziye had specially designed an artificial prosthesis for that Old Master Zhang, he would also come this time, and someone was specially sent to receive him.

Besides these people, the Hubei Provincial Health Commission and the National Health Commission also had a small number of representatives attending.

"It's fine, if they knew Yan Chu's previous injuries, and then saw your current dance steps, they would definitely be very moved!"

"Although we saved your leg and partial function, to dance this well is still all your own effort."

"When it's your turn later, just boldly walk out, don't worry about not dancing well enough, Doctor Fang will definitely really like the special gift you're giving him..." Lan Tianluo soothed.

"Okay, Doctor Lan." Yan Chu heard this, and nodded.

……

"Our most beautiful bride, is currently being led by her father's hand..." The wedding host was none other than Fang Ziye's classmate Li Yuanpei.

It wasn't that the two couldn't afford a master of ceremonies, but Li Yuanpei felt a familiar person hosting would be more interesting, more lively.

But these lively bits, at this kind of relatively solemn occasion, definitely wouldn't be used.

Fang Ziye listened to Li Yuanpei's voice and somewhat wanted to laugh, but looking at Luo Pan's somewhat trembling, stiff hands and feet, his heart couldn't help but turn solemn.

Then he looked toward Luo Tingzhu.

In Fang Ziye's memory, that girl wearing a white wedding dress, wearing white gloves, vaguely had her hair tied in a ponytail, holding an application form looking for Teacher Deng to sign.

That was the two's first meeting...

The procedure had nothing particularly novel, Luo Pan was also fairly satisfied with Fang Ziye, perhaps out of "guilt" toward Luo Tingzhu, when Luo Pan handed Luo Tingzhu's hand to Fang Ziye, he specially instructed:

"Fang Ziye, my daughter has not enjoyed much fatherly love in this life, this is my dereliction, hope you don't commit dereliction in her life."

"Help me love her well, the fatherly love I'm making up for now, is the love that should be given now..."

Fang Ziye heard this, nodded heavily, glanced at Luo Tingzhu, and changed his address: "Dad, I will."

Now it wasn't Uncle anymore, he really had to change his address to Dad.

"Go, I believe you'll be very happy. This kind of happiness is also what we want, what we look forward to." Luo Pan's tone was somewhat complex, perhaps said to the two of them, perhaps not only that.

Eastern Han in recent years, has weathered wind and frost.

There are too, too many people, doing many things, fundamentally not speaking reason, only speaking sentiment, just because of sentiment, they recklessly throw themselves into something.

Either die, or it's a lifetime!

After Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu walked halfway toward the archway, Fang Ziye squeezed Luo Tingzhu's hand, the two turned back together, and together performed a kneeling bow to Luo Pan who still hadn't brought himself to leave.

……

Li Yuanpei hosted the wedding through the normal "segments", such as parents drinking tea, washing faces, giving red envelopes and other programs, finally getting to some small antics.

"Then may I ask our groom, who is the person you love most today?" Li Yuanpei looked at Fang Ziye, asking with a wide grin.

On the side, people had already started recording video.

Fang Ziye now was no ordinary identity, he was an Associate Professor, Deputy Chief Physician, Researcher, Ward Director, by rights these honors should all be involved with a solemn atmosphere.

Yet under these titles, being able to record rather mischievous emoticons, and use them to cultivate a short video account, was very easy to use.

The contrast was huge.

"Luo Tingzhu! ~" Fang Ziye said.

"Then what should you call her?" Li Yuanpei asked further.

"Wife." Fang Ziye paused for half a second.

"Then what should you say to her?" Li Yuanpei persisted relentlessly.

"I love you, wife." Fang Ziye answered like a robot, though his smile was genuine, and he gazed at Luo Tingzhu with tender eyes.

"Just like that?" Li Yuanpei said.

Fang Ziye had originally intended to answer Li Yuanpei, but at this moment, he caught sight of a "teacher" he had known before, who was now standing beside Luo Pan, respectful and deferential, occasionally nodding and bowing.

This "teacher" was the very person who had previously ordered Fang Ziye to go to Jingdu.

Later, he had admitted defeat, even specially sought out Fang Ziye to apologize, and now he was the "Person in Charge" of Han City!

But he seemed to hold Luo Pan in great reverence.

"Don't get distracted, okay?" Li Yuanpei, not having gotten his answer, spoke again.

Only then did Fang Ziye recover his composure and say: "There are many words I want to say, many words I can say, and very many words I should say."

"For the past years, and for the rest of our lives, I hope our three daily meals hold smiles, our comings and goings hold companionship, and we are forever inseparable, never alone."

"Tingzhu, thank you so much for not minding the Fang Ziye of back then, who had nothing and was penniless..." Fang Ziye said with deep emotion.

Luo Tingzhu smiled and replied: "Actually, I still like the you from back then, because back then you weren't as busy as you are now, we had more time together, and aside from being a bit poor, it seemed pretty happy too."

Li Yuanpei, standing there, drew out his voice and said: "Fang Ziye, next, there are some people who have specially sent gifts to you and Luo Tingzhu, wishing you both a happy marriage."

"The first gift is a dance performance. The performer: Yan Chu! ~"

The moment Li Yuanpei's voice fell, the expressions of both Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu changed abruptly.

Luo Tingzhu also knew Yan Chu; she even remembered how, two years ago, Yan Chu had cried bitterly after her performance because Fang Ziye had stood her up.

Actually, that time, she and Fang Ziye had gone together, but halfway through, after watching Yan Chu's performance, the two of them left.

Yan Chu, after removing her makeup, came looking for them, but naturally couldn't find them.

Yan Chu walked in wearing a classical long skirt, performing a classical dance with a Chinese style.

The special dance steps were beyond Fang Ziye's understanding, but the fact that the little girl with the mangled extremity from back then could now possess such agility — Fang Ziye truly felt incomparable joy.

If not for a special chance, the Yan Chu of today should have no lower leg left; the amputation should have been done at the middle of the lower leg.

Now, not only are both her lower limbs intact, but she has also achieved such excellent functional rehabilitation.

Little Miss Yan Chu danced with great effort; as a dance major, her figure was lovely and her movements light and graceful.

A few minutes later, the dance ended, and the whole venue rejoiced, bursting into rounds of applause.

Yan Chu picked up the microphone and said: "Professor Fang, thank you so much for devising a special limb-salvage surgery for me in that environment back then, which spared me from amputation, allowed me to keep dancing, and preserved all four limbs intact."

"For dance, the four limbs are life."

"For life, chance is fortune."

"I feel my fate is pretty good. My parents said I've encountered many benefactors in my life, and Professor Fang, you are definitely a very special one."

"Even two years ago, or one year ago, I was still a high school student, so I was still young, muddled and ignorant; you can think of me as muddled and ignorant."

"But the me now is already a university student; I am no longer muddled, ignorant, and knowing nothing."

"But the me who has become more mature still wants to say thank you to Professor Fang, thank you for holding fast to your identity, and not using harmless means to harm another person."

"I finally understand now — that wasn't affection, it was actually just a kind of immature ignorance. Now I've grown up, I understand..."

Yan Chu spoke to this point and nodded.

"I've grown up, so I can come attend Doctor Fang's wedding."

Fang Ziye was truly happy Yan Chu would appear; holding the microphone, he replied: "Yan Chu, actually that time at your school's annual performance, my wife and I both went, we just left early."

"Your performance that time was also very wonderful."

Yan Chu nodded: "I know, Doctor Fang. Later my parents told me."

"Today is your great wedding joy; you don't need to explain so much to me. I'm here to give Doctor Fang a gift and wish you a happy marriage, not to question you."

"Hope Doctor Fang likes it." Yan Chu finished speaking, put the microphone away, and then walked out of the venue openly and confidently.

At the same time, at the wedding venue, a VCR started playing — it was Yan Chu's painful groans during functional exercise after her injury surgery.

"Thank you, Doctor Fang, for letting me dance freely again." This was Yan Chu's voiceover.

This scene was a bit moving.

But Fang Ziye felt it wasn't particularly suitable to appear at a wedding venue.

Li Yuanpei continued: "Student Yan Chu's dance was indeed very beautiful; but this next program might not be as good-looking."

"And strictly speaking, this isn't a program, just a remote blessing."

As Li Yuanpei spoke, a VCR played on the big screen.

A group of young men, not very old in years, and their questions were rather sharp.

"You think Professor Fang would know us? We'll just film like this."

"He wouldn't know you from a fart. If it weren't for Grandpa Zhang, Professor Fang might never have thought to develop AI prostheses."

"Come come come, let's walk first."

"No matter what, Professor Fang did adjust the prosthesis parameters for us..."

"Come on, everyone together, in step! ~"

At first, it was a segment of single lower-limb amputees walking in step with canes; because they had to use canes, no matter how neat, there was a bit of a wobbling look.

Very quickly, the scene switched!

When they walked in uniform military attire, their movements were neat and uniform, sonorous and powerful, as if they were of one heart and one mind, walking the same path together.

Of course, in their military attire, they no longer thanked Fang Ziye, but walked forward with heads high and chests out, disappearing beyond the recorded field of vision.

At this moment, Fang Ziye could only admire their heroic bearing.

As the video's curtain slowly fell, Fang Ziye took a deep breath, his spine straightening a few degrees more, a sense of pride rising from the depths of his lungs.

"Fang Ziye, how do you find this gift?" Li Yuanpei, as the MC, stirred things up and asked.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Very proud, very honored, very fortunate to receive this blessing that by rights shouldn't belong to someone of my age!"

Generally speaking, medical students at marriageable age cannot receive patients' "blessings," because medical students of this age still have very ordinary skills and simply lack the ability to bring patients unique redemption, to enjoy the glory of a Great Physician.

However!

Fang Ziye was an exception; Fang Ziye not only enjoyed the glory of being a top expert Great Physician, but also enjoyed the glory that a top medical Scientist should have.

Fang Ziye laughed lightly and said: "Also thank my brothers, for the careful Arrangement, the planning behind the scenes."

"Everyone worked hard today, we must eat well and drink well, if there isn't..."

However, right at this moment, Li Yuanpei suddenly smiled, the Screen in the Picture/Scene suddenly darkened.

Immediately after, the video call connected, the video call was a Group Chat!

One side showed the Wedding scene, the other two were both Green Clothes in the operating rooms.

No one's faces, only Fang Ziye's familiar voices came through.

From Zhongnan Hospital Vascular Surgery's Professor Mi, he was On the Stage/Tai Shang, currently Doing Surgery!

From, Enshi City a certain Hospital's Huang Kai Deputy Director Physician, he was also On the Stage/Tai Shang, currently Doing Surgery.

Two People were both Lead Surgeons, giving orders to other Assistants!

"Round Knife, give it to me! ~" Mi Qi's voice was Beyond Question.

"Eh, here, here needs Incision..." Huang Kai's voice was gradual and progressive.

They completely didn't care about Fang Ziye's side's Wedding, just Seriously Doing Surgery.

Fang Ziye's eyes became even redder... (Chapter End)