Chapter 877

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

May 16th, Saturday, morning, 10:20 AM.

After Fang Ziye brought Xi Yan back home from downstairs, he said in a low voice, "Baby, how about you go find Mommy to play? Daddy needs to go have some tea with your Grandpa Chen Fang."

Many years have passed; Vice Professor Chen Fang is no longer that thirty-something youth. He is already forty-five, a full ten years older than Fang Ziye, and forty-three years older than Fang Xiyan.

In terms of seniority and generation, Fang Ziye could properly call Chen Fang "Teacher."

Chen Fang's "mistake" this time isn't a simple medical accident or medical dispute, but an error of principle. He is inevitably going to leave.

"Papa, I want to go too. I also want to find Grandpa Chen Fang. You take me along, okay? I'll be very good." Fang Xiyan was very confident.

"You can be good my ass." Fang Ziye's face hardened. "Hurry up and go find Mommy and Grandma to play."

The lie of two-year-old Fang Xiyan saying she would be very good had already deceived Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu over a dozen times. This time Fang Ziye was going to find Chen Fang; it wasn't an optional "chat session"!

Luo Tingzhu had already gone to work. There were still two rather complex surgeries at the sanatorium today; anesthesia would be troublesome. Luo Tingzhu wasn't at ease handing it to the people below, so she went personally.

Hearing the father and daughter's voices, Min Limin walked out from the room, clapped her hands, and said, "Xi Yan, come quickly. Grandma will take you to Yulebao to play."

Fang Xiyan immediately let go of Fang Ziye's hand. "Papa, I don't want to go with you anymore. I missed Grandma."

Yulebao isn't a simple amusement park; it's a large amusement castle. Even with a membership, entry tickets cost several hundred yuan. The toys and ways to play inside are exceptionally rich, and there are many older brothers and sisters.

Fang Xiyan is at the age where she likes playing with big kids. Hearing they were going to Yulebao, she hurriedly acted coquettishly: "Grandma, Grandma, when are we leaving..."

"Grandma, you have to bring your warm water cup... and my biscuits..."

Fang Xiyan's voice was cute, soft, and warm. After all, whenever she encountered something she liked, transforming from a coquettish queen into a 'little padded jacket' at any moment was Fang Xiyan's favorite face-changing trick.

Fang Ziye said, "Mom, don't spoil Xi Yan either. Always taking her to Yulebao is still a bit extravagant."

Min Limin said, "Xi Yan never throws big tantrums. She's this good, so of course Grandma has to dote on her."

"Papa and Mama are both stingy ghosts." Fang Xiyan found a backer and started tattling.

Fang Ziye said, "Right, Papa and Mama are both stingy ghosts. We didn't move Yulebao lock, stock, and barrel back home. The castles in Grandpa's house were all built for you by others."

"You go find someone else. Daddy is leaving..."

It's a child's nature to love to play. As long as Fang Xiyan doesn't throw a tantrum, she is practically the emperor of the house.

The community apartment doesn't have room to stretch out. Fang Nan and them live in a managed villa that has had one whole floor renovated.

It's just that, after all, it can't compare to the attractions inside Yulebao. Fang Xiyan also loves to play, but occasionally gets bored of it too.

Moreover, Fang Xiyan is especially clear that as long as she goes to Grandpa and Grandma's place, she won't see Papa and Mama for a long time — at least seven or eight hours.

In her understanding, she would feel that maybe it was because she went to Grandpa's house to play that she was being punished. But going to Yulebao was different; Papa and Mama would usually get off work very soon...

Inside a teahouse near Han Street, relaxing music soaked soothingly into the spleen.

The proper tea artist brewed top-grade Longjing Tea Tea tea, then pulled shut the wooden lattice door, leaving Fang Ziye and Chen Fang sitting opposite each other.

Chen Fang spoke frankly first: "Ziye, very sorry. Teacher Chen's matter has put you in a difficult spot."

Fang Ziye's expression right now was conflicted, his tone sad: "Teacher Chen... actually I also have many places where I did wrong."

Chen Fang has truly entered middle age. His temper is rounded, his personality become steady by far too much.

Chen Fang chuckled lightly: "Ziye, you didn't do anything wrong. Some choices are my own. It's not like you held a knife to my throat."

Fang Ziye gave his advice again: "Teacher Chen, we're just discussing. You don't get angry and leave far away. Just take a detour around Han City and come back, okay?"

You could put it this way: Chen Fang's current technique, fire candidate, vision, and theory have all reached the realm of consummate mastery, and this is precisely the moment when a surgeon's skills are most seasoned.

Past forty, it is the heyday of a surgeon.

Peng Long left many years ago. If Chen Fang leaves again, the department currently has a break in the sequence of Deputy Chief Physicians the same age as Chen Fang.

Han Yuanxiao, Deng Yong, and them are also getting old. They will retire eventually. In the future, Chen Fang will still need to take over a Group.

"Ziye, I know your sincerity. But Teacher Chen doesn't want to do this."

"No matter what happens, the relationship between you and me is still the same as before. You are Ziye, are Professor Fang. I have always regarded myself as your Teacher Chen."

Chen Fang said: "I am not Liu Huanglong. I didn't help you much before, so I can't bring myself to lick your boots shamelessly and give you trouble."

"In recent years, you've undertaken almost half the department's teaching tasks. At least half, even more, of the Master's and Doctor students are under you."

"We're all teachers. Everyone knows how not easy it is to mentor students, how meticulous the things needing handling are."

"Likewise, I'm not Professor Han either. Just treat it as your Teacher Chen having his own pride, yet lacking the strength to back that pride." Chen Fang didn't wallow in self-pity. His gaze toward Fang Ziye held no blame.

Is Fang Ziye wrong?

He's not wrong in the slightest.

Fang Ziye is ultimately just one person. Above, he must undertake 'national-level' important research projects. Outside, he must play tai chi with other Top Professors to secure territory for Zhongnan Hospital's Orthopedics Department. Below, he has a group of students to mentor. He hasn't even pushed his own students to stay for hospital retention.

He, Chen Fang, is a teacher. How could he go find Fang Ziye and give Fang Ziye more trouble?

Yuan Weihong, Fang Ziye's Teaching Benefactor, also didn't think of doing such a thing.

Fang Ziye's tone was decisive: "Teacher Chen, then this time I can't just unilaterally listen to your orders. You can have your pride, and I can have my own ideas."

"Teacher Chen, I said, this matter of yours isn't small, but it hasn't reached that kind of extreme either! ~"

"No matter where Teacher Chen goes, in a few years you'll have to come back to Zhongnan. Our Trauma Surgery still needs you."

Chen Fang said: "A patient in a clinical trial died. That still doesn't count as a big deal?"

Fang Ziye said: "We still have to distinguish clearly the patient's fundamental cause of death. The patient's cause of death was arrhythmia. The clinical drugs you used certainly carry the risk of inducing arrhythmia, but the patient's own poor condition is the root cause."

"Originally a patient with hepatorenal syndrome... came for surgery to seek better quality of life..."

Chen Fang interrupted: "But the family won't accept it, right?"

Fang Ziye said: "The family doesn't accept it, the leaders don't accept it. Then solve the problem. This matter — there's no need to solve it by ruining the person who caused the problem."

"But I need to confirm one thing right now, Teacher Chen, give me some real talk — did you take the money or not?"

Fang Ziye's clinical project was in full swing, with too many pharmaceutical companies coming to him for clinical projects, not only providing clinical project funding but also giving huge 'improper labor fees'!

Drugs and instruments are the pharmaceutical companies' commodity foundation; once approved they can go premium and earn money, so the company's PR department and R&D department will try every means to get their drugs approved.