Chapter 855: Medical Academic Genius Chapter 852: How Could a Big Professor Possibly Stay Quiet?!

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

"Qingyuan, take a detour first, don't go straight to the hospital. Take me to the mall, I need to buy your Master's wife a gift." Fang Ziye suddenly said.

"Buy a gift? Buy what?" Hu Qingyuan wanted to say, isn't it a bit inappropriate to only give your Master's wife a gift when she gives birth?

But the feelings between Master and Master's wife aren't something a single dog like Hu Qingyuan can understand. Right now, although he has some favorable feelings with 'Li Qixi', he hasn't formally confessed either.

Hu Qingyuan was carefully discerning his 'emotional belonging' — whether to continue insisting on liking Miss Chen, or be a 'scumbag'. Hu Qingyuan, who has no romantic experience whatsoever, couldn't figure out jack shit in the short term.

"Just drive over, it's on the way anyway." Fang Ziye said.

People only think about ritual and ceremony after they become well-off. Otherwise, when food and clothing are still a problem, daily necessities give you a headache — you still want to fuss over ritual and ceremony? That'll just kill you.

Fortunately, through his own 'efforts', plus the ninety-nine percent Panel, Fang Ziye fulfilled the 'well-off' prerequisite.

Counting it up, the past few days happen to be his and Luo Tingzhu's first wedding anniversary. Although Fang Ziye hinted to himself many times not to only think about the child.

But during the delivery period, Fang Ziye, Luo Tingzhu, and the others all focused on whether her water would break, whether contractions would start, whether the baby would be 'held back'.

They really overlooked that there was a wedding anniversary sandwiched in between.

Actually, after remembering, Fang Ziye didn't plan to buy anything expensive. Instead, he planned to get Luo Tingzhu a takeaway of a snack she likes, one she'd been eyeing since before birth and can eat postpartum, to satisfy her craving.

Everyone says the first child is raised by the book, and the gluttonous Luo Tingzhu is even more so. Every day she scrolls through various 'Little Red Book', reads all kinds of experiences, pays attention to all kinds of diet...

Actually, Fang Ziye sometimes feels she's too strict with herself. When pregnant with Xi Yan, she didn't dare indulge recklessly. Now that the baby's born, Fang Ziye hopes Luo Tingzhu can 'let loose' once or twice.

It's congee. Luo Tingzhu loves it, had been eyeing it for a long time, but didn't dare eat seafood congee during pregnancy.

Heard seafood protein composition is more complex, afraid it'll bring 'immunity' issues to the baby...

After Fang Ziye packed it back, Hu Qingyuan was stunned: "Master, this is the gift you mentioned?"

Fang Ziye smiled lightly: "The old me was the same as you, thought gifts had to be jewelry or clothes or such. But actually, once you have a wife and kids later, you'll discover gifts are just little surprises in daily life."

"Although ordering delivery works too, who delivers it makes a difference."

"Let's go, we should head back! ~"

"Okay! ~" Hu Qingyuan nodded, stomped on the accelerator and took off.

When Fang Ziye arrived at the ward, Luo Tingzhu was still in the double room.

Baby Xi Yan had already finished drinking milk and was fast asleep...

Luo Tingzhu was on an IV drip, curtain drawn, head turned watching Xi Yan. A maternity meal ordered to the bedside sat there, but Luo Tingzhu had only eaten a little.

The C-section surgery wasn't major, but it's still surgery, and a conversion from vaginal to C-section at that. Even though Luo Tingzhu's physique isn't bad thanks to exercise, it still wore her out terribly. Plus no special skincare during the whole pregnancy, her complexion looks rather dull right now.

Aside from her inherent refinement, you can't see the playful cuteness that used to belong to the girl she was.

"Ziye, how's the Emergency side?" The one asking was Luo Pan.

"It's fine, Dad. I just saw the message — the patient's surgery ended, vital signs stable, can go to ICU in a bit."

"Dad, why don't you go rest first?" Luo Pan was already exhausted, could barely stand, relied entirely on the wheelchair to 'walk'!

This isn't him being delicate. At his rate of progression, one day his diaphragm and other respiratory muscles will also become exhausted, until he's suffocated to death.

This is the fate of this minor disease type, ALS. Currently no method can reverse its progression.

"Mom, you take Dad to rest. Tingzhu's side has stabilized too. The confinement nanny and I are here, nothing will happen."

"This is a double room, there are other patients' family members here. Too many people is inconvenient."

Min Limin thought a moment, looked at Luo Pan. Luo Pan greedily glanced at Fang Xi Yan one more time, then nodded and left.

He went to Enshi Sanatorium, also found Doctor Chen, also took a lot of Chinese medicine.

But the miracle of Chinese medicine curing ALS rumored online never appeared. Perhaps the right doctor wasn't found. So Luo Pan also knows his future is only a matter of a few years...

His ALS progresses differently from others', his is slightly faster.

Fang Ziye just gave Lan Tianluo a look, and Lan Tianluo sensibly went out to escort them. Only turned back to say: "Sister, you rest well..."

His emotions were complex. Happy because of Xi Yan's arrival, yet powerless because of his father's condition, feeling the world had turned pale.

Lan Tianluo has matured now. Passed Chief Resident, Doctorate not yet graduated. Can treat mangled extremities, barely manage functional reconstruction surgeries. Saved many lives during Chief Resident period.

But Lan Tianluo is just like Fang Ziye — can't save the person he wants to save most.

ALS isn't a tumor. At least not classified as one currently. But it's actually another kind of tumor. No medicine can cure it.

Compared to his own father, Uncle Liu Gaobo's osteosarcoma, though named a tumor, is actually much luckier...

Luo Tingzhu heard Lan Tianluo's voice, turned slightly, nodded, voice weak: "Don't worry, I'm not in much pain now. Still have the PCA pump. This PCA pump was my own suggestion..."

Luo Tingzhu did a small project in Anesthesiology about PCA pumps. Nothing remarkable. But she became one of the test subjects herself, thinking the effect should be pretty good.

Turning around, Luo Tingzhu saw the congee Fang Ziye held in his hand.

Her eyes subconsciously brightened.

Post C-section, they don't emphasize so many restrictions anymore. Post-op requires fasting for a long time. Luo Tingzhu knows herself — post-op you can drink water, also have liquid diet.

Fang Ziye immediately helped the craving Luo Tingzhu sit up with the confinement nanny, then set up the tray. After placing the congee, he said: "No rush, drink slowly."

"Mm-hmm, there's a lot." Luo Tingzhu took a small sip.

Then immediately made a miserable face: "Senior Brother, I feel the taste has changed from before too. Don't know if my taste buds have issues. Not good to drink, actually very fishy."

"I clearly know it's delicious."

The confinement nanny explained: "Very normal, little sister. In the first few days postpartum, taste buds also change."

"Teacher said postpartum hormones also drop dramatically, somewhat similar to early pregnancy."

"Don't worry, it'll be fine in a few days."

"These few days, your taste will lean bland. I already suggested your mother-in-law make you clear chicken soup. No oil, blanch then stew directly."

"Native chicken stewed like this has a light, sweet taste; authentic native chicken tastes better than postpartum confinement meals. Confinement meals don't have such good ingredients... if you don't want to eat, don't force yourself..."

"Professor Fang, you said it?"

When Luo Tingzhu said she didn't want to eat, Fang Ziye brought the congee to his mouth: "Just right, I haven't eaten... shall I drink it?"

Luo Tingzhu had already tasted it and found it not to her flavor; of course she nodded. She said somewhat shyly: "Senior Brother, help me pull the curtain, I'm going to the toilet..."

A two-person room is just this bit inconvenient; fortunately the dad-to-be in the next bed was very sensible and left the ward together with Fang Ziye, and then at the ward door, the two people chatted together.

"Big Brother, your fortune is good, having a little cotton-padded jacket; she looks cute."

"The little monkey at my home is a bit ugly, not cute at all." This dad was younger than Fang Ziye, only twenty-seven this year.