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Chapter 378 The Mischievous Little Rascal is Back!
Chen Minghao was initially a little aggrieved and looked at Deng Haibo with confusion.

Deng Haibo was furious: "I'll teach you to side with outsiders... I'll teach you to be so clueless! All you think about is making your teacher angry, huh? If you continue to be so insensible, I'll send you to Professor Zeng Quanming's place!"

Deng Haibo's breathing became rapid, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

Brother, do you really have to explain everything on stage? Do you really have to corner your master and relentlessly press him for answers?

Why am I not replying?
Liu Faming is the chief resident, a student of Director Wu Yong, and works in his team!

We are family, master and apprentice, and a team.

What kind of era is the modern world? It's an era of fierce competition, where everyone has a strong competitive spirit, and interests can make friends or rivals.

Rivals can certainly be friends, but in the competition of modern society, as long as one doesn't resort to crooked means, the wise occupy the highest territory.

No one stipulates that if a new research direction is discovered, it should be widely publicized so that everyone can know about it and compete with it. No one stipulates that it should be so generous.

This is a rare opportunity.

As long as I don't resort to disgusting tactics like framing, smearing, or deliberately finding fault, it's my ability to step over the position of department head, start anew, and build my own empire. Even if Wu Yong is the department head, if he's dissatisfied or angry, he can just keep it to himself!

Within the same department, there is a leader-follower relationship between senior professors, but it is not a superior-subordinate relationship, nor is it an absolute relationship of constraint and obedience.

This is what a senior surgeon is all about. Hospital regulations stipulate that all senior surgeons can perform new surgical procedures, and they are responsible for all medical quality.

"Have you figured it out yet?" Deng Haibo asked.

Chen Minghao nodded. He had been overwhelmed by shock and surprise before. If he hadn't been in Deng Haibo's shoes, how could he have thought things through so clearly?

Deng Haibo said, "Just one thing: Deng Yong and I are brothers, even more brothers than you understand brothers. Then this matter will be easy to handle."

"If I hadn't blurted it out, even if Director Wu was envious, he could only watch from the sidelines because he didn't have that connection. That's what resources are all about!"

Why should I give away my connections to others? Do we need to be so subservient?

“Chen Minghao, you’re already an associate professor. Your thinking should mature and start to form its own system. There are some things that I, your mentor, shouldn’t be teaching you anymore, Minghao…” Deng Haibo said in a deep voice.

Chen Minghao followed beside Deng Haibo, nodding slowly as if deep in thought...

……

"Slow down... Ziye...eat slowly." Deng Yong led the team to a hole-in-the-wall restaurant on the back street of the hospital. As soon as they finished ordering, they saw Fang Ziye start stuffing food into his mouth.

But Fang Ziye didn't listen at all, and wolfed down his food: "Master, there are three principles for hospitalization: eat as much as you can, sleep as much as you can, and poop as soon as you can."

"Because there are too many uncertainties."

"I'm hungry!!" Fang Ziye said without further explanation, instantly maximizing his appetite.

Listening to Fang Ziye's explanation and seeing his actions, Deng Yong felt extremely sorry for him. This was no ordinary student; he was a precious treasure.

But there's no way around it. All the students, disciples, and darlings, once they leave this school, they become chief residents, doctors, and it's their duty.

You must learn the essence of whatever position you are in.

Being in the position of chief resident means doing what a chief resident should do.

It is obvious that Fang Ziye had experienced hunger, and the hunger was very painful, which caused him psychological trauma. Therefore, there are some things that no one else needs to teach him, and Fang Ziye naturally developed in the direction of gluttony.

Upon hearing this, Han Yuanxiao said, "Professor Deng, Ziye has truly grasped the essence of what he learned during his residency and is applying it to the fullest."

"It is indeed very hard work, but Professor Deng, you are really biased. Back when I was the chief resident..."

Han Yuanxiao is the administrative director and a professor in his department, but in the hole-in-the-wall restaurant, in front of Deng Yong, he is just Xiao Han.

Deng Yong said, "Don't look at me like that. Professor Chu was the head of the department back then. I couldn't make the decision either."

"Besides, let's not bring up the past between Yuan Xiao back then and Zi Ye now."

"In the blink of an eye, more than ten or even twenty years have passed..." Deng Yong reminisced.

When he became the chief resident, it was already seventeen or eighteen years ago. Even when Han Yuanxiao became the chief resident, more than ten years had passed.

"Yes, so many years have passed. Back then, all you needed to stay in the hospital was a master's degree, and we were all..."

"Finished eating?" Han Yuanxiao watched as Fang Ziye put down his bowl and began to cleanse his stomach.

At this moment, Yan Zhiming had not yet picked up his chopsticks; he was still pouring tea for Han Yuanxiao and Professor Deng Yong.

"Yes, I'm done eating, Professor Han."

"Master, Professor Han, I'm going back to my shift now. It's a bit far from the emergency department, and running after a meal isn't good for my stomach," Fang Ziye said.

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong nodded first: "Go ahead, and try to eat healthier in the future."

"Yes, Master!" Fang Ziye walked out.

It's not that Fang Ziye is arrogant, nor that he doesn't know he needs to maintain good relationships with his superiors. Rather, unless something special happens, even being away from his post at the hospital in front of his superiors doesn't leave a good impression.

You can brag and joke all you want in the hospital.

The chief resident isn't in his hospital post, and if he gets inspected, Fang Ziye's scalp will tingle. Although he could ask his superiors to take the blame, there's no need for that.

After Fang Ziye left, Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao both stood up.

"Boss, the bill!"

"Haven't you all touched your chopsticks yet?" the owner asked.

"Oh, the three of us were just eating with that kid, we're all full." Deng Yong, who hadn't eaten a single grain of rice, finished speaking when his stomach rumbled awkwardly. The scene became a little awkward for a moment.

Han Yuanxiao simply asked, "Boss, just tell me how much it costs, and I'll scan your QR code."

It's ridiculous that Professor Deng Yong and I, both full professors, need so many reasons to go out for a decent meal instead of eating at a cheap, low-class restaurant.
The reason for bringing Fang Ziye here is so that he can arrive at the site as soon as he receives an urgent consultation call, so as not to delay his total hospitalization assessment.

Otherwise, Deng Yong and Han Yuanxiao wouldn't have bothered coming here.

After paying the bill, Deng Yong cheerfully asked Yan Zhiming, "Zhiming, where would you like to eat? Director Han is treating today, so you can choose any place you like."

"really?"

"How about we go for a seafood buffet?" Yan Zhiming's eyes widened.

The free seafood buffet during the meeting was one of the most memorable dishes for Yan Zhiming.

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong rolled his eyes and tapped Yan Zhiming on the head: "Don't smear me, okay? It makes it seem like I'm reluctant to take you guys out to eat. Let's just go for the seafood buffet..."

"Director Han, that usual place?"

"Okay! I'll go get a bottle." Han Yuanxiao smiled upon hearing this, not bothering to ask Yan Zhiming or whether the best thing Professor Deng Yong had ever taken him to was a seafood buffet...

Fang Ziye's brows were furrowed as he hurried back.

I am very upset.

The middle-aged woman has already received a considerable amount of knowledge and skills gained from her post-operative care, thanks to Fang Ziye's involvement in various surgeries.

[Knowledge Points +12785!]

[Current Knowledge Point Balance: 12785 points!]

One surgery yielded over 12000 knowledge points, more than the equivalent of two level 5 skills. That's more than double the income I earned from assisting Huang Kai with surgeries before.

But Fang Ziye wasn't surprised, because he had saved most of the middle-aged woman's life!
How much involvement did I have in Huang Kai's surgery back then? Although, this woman's injuries were not as severe as Huang Kai's at the time.

But the danger was still immense. Not only did he diagnose her, but he also performed emergency surgery. He was the one who pulled her through the most dangerous part of the final surgery, saving her from the brink of death.

However, Fang Ziye was not happy at this moment.

Fang Ziye has only received the knowledge points from the middle-aged woman so far; he has not yet received the knowledge points from her child!

Logically speaking, the child's situation should have been simpler; the surgery should have been completed long ago!

Now that the surgery is over, there should be some knowledge gained. He participated in the diagnosis, which was crucial to his life. If the diagnosis is correct, the treatment will not be too difficult.

It's just a fenestration and drainage procedure for an intracranial hematoma, why isn't it over yet?
Could it be that?
The child is gone!?
Fang Ziye paused in his steps.

Fang Ziye didn't pay attention to what the child looked like, but he did know that the difference in the child's voice before and after was significant, and this difference caught Fang Ziye's attention.

As for his height, skin color, and weight, Fang Ziye didn't have time to pay attention to those things in that urgent situation.

Finally, as Fang Ziye walked dejectedly towards the door of the emergency operating room...

The knowledge points have been credited to your account.

[Knowledge Points +98!]

The amount of knowledge points he gained was minimal, a drop in the ocean compared to the knowledge points his mother had provided to Fang Ziye!
But that was enough to make Fang Ziye happy.

It's fine as long as it's there; whether it's a lot or a little doesn't matter.

The mischievous little devil is back!
He did not go any further.

They survived, both of them were safe, and they were able to reunite as mother and son.

Fang Ziye turned back from the door of the emergency operating room, a genuine smile appearing on his lips.

On his way back, Fang Ziye vaguely heard a middle-aged man making a phone call to borrow money: "Hey, Uncle San, yes, it's me. My wife and child were in a car accident and are now in the operating room at the hospital. We need money."

"The driver who caused the accident hasn't been found yet, but we need to save lives first?"

"It will cost more than 100,000 in total, but 10,000 is fine too, 10,000 is fine too, I'll try to scrape together more, I'll try to scrape together more, thank you, Uncle San, thank you, Uncle San..."

After listening, Fang Ziye paused for a moment, then continued walking.

Little rascal, your dad is risking his life for your mom and for you.

Fang Ziye didn't dare to respond, because his family's wealth was also meager. The money he had earned so far was all the result of hard work and struggle, and it was barely enough to buy a house.

Therefore, Fang Ziye could not offer any goodwill beyond his capabilities.

Most people in this world are ordinary people, living their own lives well.

Fang Ziye felt that he had already done the greatest good deed within his power by using his skills to pull the two of them back from the brink of death, and no amount of money could buy that.

I'm giving you a chance for a family reunion, and then I expect you to give me a generous sum of money? Fang Ziye really can't do that.

I simply stopped thinking about it.

Fang Ziye pretended not to hear anything and went to the emergency surgery clinic. He wanted to find out what had happened from Associate Professor Mi Qi of vascular surgery...

Joy and sorrow are different in different circumstances. Perhaps for this middle-aged man, the fact that his wife is alive and well is a great joy, while not having enough money to support her is a great worry.

But the gloom surrounding Michi is unlikely to dissipate!
(End of this chapter)