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Chapter 403 So Love Will Disappear (Please Subscribe)
Upon hearing this, Deng Yong very sensibly added, "Teacher Zhang, if it's a technical blow, it's at most considered hitting the hand, not hitting the face, right?"

"I don't feel much pain."

There are many kinds of slaps in the face. One kind is being slapped hard after being arrogant and domineering, and another kind is being slapped forcibly.

Fang Ziye's actions clearly demonstrate how he subtly used his skills to render Professor Zhang's previous words meaningless.

Deng Yong said the same thing.

Zhang Quan glanced at Deng Yong, then smiled and continued the spinal decompression surgery: "The young man has good skills, that's a good thing."

"When I started working, all that mattered was technical skills. Whoever had more and better technical skills was more capable and could earn more money."

"It's the same now, but the scope of technology is broader. It's not just surgical techniques that are technology; other things, such as data analysis capabilities, research capabilities, basic experimental capabilities, and animal testing capabilities, can all be called technology."

"Anything with barriers can be called technology."

"Young man, keep it up. Work hard and strive to make your other technical skills as excellent as your clinical skills... Publish more articles, try to publish more high-impact papers, like seven or eight points..." Zhang Quan was still stuck in his memory of Fang Ziye's graduation defense a year ago.

In Zhang Quan's view, technology alone is definitely not enough to adapt to the modern era.

However, as soon as Professor Zhang Quan finished speaking, his subordinates whispered among themselves.

Zhang Quan suddenly raised his head and looked at Fang Ziye.

This scene was truly awkward.

With Fang Ziye's current scientific research accumulation, his output capacity is already extremely strong.

Zhang Quan's encouragement sounded as if he were telling a master's student who had already gone to Kyoto University, "Study hard and strive to get into a good undergraduate program. Your future is promising."

Fang Ziye looked up upon hearing this, his tone joking yet sincere: "Thank you for your guidance, Teacher Zhang!"

Zhang Quan glanced at the attending physician and associate professor beside him and clicked his tongue in amazement: "Are young people these days really this amazing?"

Zhang Quan was genuinely surprised. How old was Fang Ziye? He already had more than one high-scoring paper in the twenties?

If Zhang Quanneng had even one of these qualities, he might already be "Yangtze River" by now.

Isn't Fang Ziye afraid of being crushed to death?

"Mmm, mmm, mmm." Huang Xiaoming, the chief resident of spinal surgery, nodded vigorously.

“Teacher Zhang, Director Qiu in our department always says that we young people should stand up, young people should stand up, but we don’t dare to say anything.”

"Director Qiu is benchmarking against sub-industries."

The voice sounded so aggrieved.

Fang Ziye's current achievements are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
A surgeon with more research experience than more than 98% of internal medicine research-oriented PhDs—that's like a snake skin for an average person.

Research-oriented PhDs in internal medicine don't need to learn any specialized procedures; they only need to study theory and do research, spending day and night in the lab. Only a very small number of them can publish papers with impact factors in the teens, and occasionally one or two can even publish in Nature.

But they all achieved this through a combination of time and talent.

Fang Ziye, on the other hand, is incredibly skilled in his field, even excelling in scientific research. Most people, faced with such absolute strength, would only feel despair and have no other option.

Zhang Quan said, "Then I'll talk to Qiu Lianhua and Zeng Quanmin later. Putting too much pressure on young people won't work."

Spinal surgery, two wards.

The two ward directors are Qiu Lianhua and Zeng Quanmin, while Zhang Quan is the administrative director of the spinal surgery department, overseeing the entire department.

"Teacher Zhang, if you're going to go, please don't say we told you. Otherwise, if Director Qiu comes after us, we won't be able to handle it," Huang Xiaoming said in a fawning tone.

Zhang Quan stopped answering...

The surgery continues.

The core tasks of this surgery are actually twofold: one is to address the paraplegia problem. Paraplegia is a specialty of spinal surgery; even neurosurgery doesn't handle it with such expertise.

Another approach is to try to save the patient's lower limbs, and it would be even better if some function could be preserved.

By applying old techniques in new ways, Fang Ziye found a temporary solution from the near-certainty of amputation.

This is already quite an achievement.

Other issues include bleeding in both lower limbs.

With the combined efforts of Deng Yong, Fang Ziye, and Yuan Weihong, these kinds of problems were a piece of cake.

Three more hours passed before the trauma surgery team finished performing the set of punches and successfully concluded their mission.

However, Professor Zhang Quan, a spinal surgeon, is still leading his team to deal with problems such as spinal canal compression.

It's incredibly difficult to restore functionality after a fall or a moment of frustration; it might take over ten hours of painstaking effort, only to end up with nothing.

As Fang Ziye walked from the operating room into the changing room, he asked, "Master, this patient will either be in the ICU or the spinal surgery department after the surgery, right?"

"So, we don't need to adjust the prescription to reduce nerve edema, right?"

Fang Ziye appeared to be asking a question, but in reality, he was offering advice.

"Don't worry, the expertise of spinal surgeons in the use of hormones and in treating acute nerve injuries is no less than that of nephrologists or rheumatologists. There's absolutely no need for a consultation," Deng Yong replied.

He looked at Fang Ziye, smiled, and said, "Ziye, only a small number of people in the spinal surgery department know you, but your master has always been famous. How do you feel about that?"

"Pfft." Li Yuanpei couldn't help but laugh when he heard Deng Yong's words.

A single leaf in Beihai has earned a reputation far and wide.

Yuan Weihong kicked Li Yuanpei, and Li Yuanpei stopped laughing.

Deng Yong kicked Yuan Weihong again: "If you have something to say, say it. Don't resort to violence."

Yuan Weihong could only shrug his shoulders sheepishly and obediently begin to put on his clothes.

Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast.

“Ziye, from today onwards, you will be temporarily relieved of your emergency consultation duties and handed over to the trauma center’s emergency outpatient department. You will only be responsible for emergency surgeries, which will lighten your burden a bit.”

"However, it is precisely because you have some free time that you may have the energy to deal with matters outside of clinical work."

"So you must remember this: many times, when you fight to the end, in addition to your technical skills, your research capabilities, and your innovative achievements, you will also have to rely on your character."

At this point, Deng Yong tapped the cabinet: "Yuan Weihong did an excellent job in this regard. In the industry, character is more important than skill."

"Although Yuan Weihong is unreliable, he never neglects his duties, so he has a wide circle of friends, but also a wide circle of enemies."

Yuan Weihong couldn't help but explain, "Teacher Deng, we haven't fallen out. We're all friends and can take a joke."

Deng Yong, however, knew perfectly well: "Giving before taking works in some situations, but it may not be applicable in all situations."

"Life cannot be summarized in a single military strategy..."

Deng Yong knew very well what Yuan Weihong was doing.

It's just about positioning yourself as a 'good-bad person' so that people can use you as a topic of conversation. They'll first learn about Yuan Weihong, and then, after meeting him, they'll be willing to learn more about him.

They approached Yuan Weihong out of curiosity or to see him make a fool of himself, only to find that the truth was not what outsiders had heard, and that Yuan Weihong himself was not as unreliable as the rumors suggested.

Naturally, one gets the feeling that public opinion can be a powerful force, and one thinks that Yuan Weihong is a friend worth befriending.

Yuan Weihong was certainly not wrong in doing so, after all, Professor Chu died young, and Yuan Weihong's research achievements during his doctoral studies were all taken by his senior.

Yuan Weihong was finding it extremely difficult to move around in the hospital without trying to find a solution.

But as the saying goes...

Forefathers planted trees for future generations to enjoy the shade.

Today's Fang Ziye doesn't need to follow Yuan Weihong's path, and today's Yuan Weihong doesn't need to follow that path anymore.

“Okay, Teacher Deng. I’m already making the changes.” Yuan Weihong nodded.

Yuan Weihong is almost promoted to associate chief physician and associate professor, and his scientific research title is senior researcher. How could he possibly still play the role of a 'disgusting' clown?

Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast. How many people know that Yuan Weihong has reformed now?
Not too many.

But Beihai Yiye's reputation still extends far and wide.

Deng Yong said, "What I want to talk to you about now is not this. I hope that Xiao Fang can remember what I said before you went to Enshi."

"In professional matters, one must be steady and strong; in personal conduct, one must be gentle."

"You must be very clear about what you should take and what you shouldn't take."

"From the patient's perspective, a doctor with good medical ethics is far more likely to gain their trust than a doctor with good skills!"

"However, there is one thing to be aware of."

"Medical ethics is not simply about saving money!!!!"

"No matter how much the internet portrays medical ethics as reducing the financial burden on patients, you are a doctor yourself, so you must not fall into this trap."

"The most fundamental medical ethics are definitely not just about saving money!!!" Deng Yong knocked on the cabinet, his gaze fixed intently on Fang Ziye's eyes.

Fang Ziye nodded heavily.

"Master, I remember."

Deng Yong's careful advice was of great help to Fang Ziye. He may not have understood it at the time, but in the subsequent process, it always hit the bullseye in a closed loop.

"Alright, Yuanpei, Xiaojie, you two go have fun. I have something to discuss with Yuan Weihong, so you don't need to come along," Deng Yong waved his hand.

Yuan Weihong was also waving, clearly indicating that Deng Yong wanted to tell Yuan Weihong some good news, and Yuan Weihong was very eager to hear it.

However, after changing his clothes, Fang Ziye was about to leave when he subconsciously took out his phone and his expression changed drastically.

"Yuanpei, Jiehan, you two go back. I still need to go to the operating room." Fang Ziye said, turning around to get a set of scrubs, a mask, and a cap.

"Brother Ye, is there anything I can help you with?" Li Yuanpei asked, hoping to get a chance to make a move.

Now that Xiong Jinhuan is not by Fang Ziye's side, asking questions every time means accumulating clinical practice experience, which is very good.

Fang Ziye waved.

When Fang Ziye entered the locker room again, Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong were still walking slowly. When they saw Fang Ziye rushing in, Deng Yong touched the mole on his chin and said, "Ziye, why are you in such a hurry?"

“Master, Tingzhu hasn’t rested for over forty hours! I’ll go up and bring her back,” Fang Ziye said to Deng Yong.

"what?"

"Is Zeng Quanming a complete idiot?" Deng Yong started cursing right away, then snatched the scrubs from Fang Ziye's hand!
"Which operating room? I'll go."

Professor Zeng Quanming, the head of the Department of Anesthesiology, and Professor Zeng Quanmin, the head of the Department of Spinal Surgery, share the same surname but different given names. Rather, they lived in the same era, and there were many names characteristic of that time.

"Lan Tianluo said it's at 21!" Fang Ziye's thumbs were fidgeting with his index and middle fingers.

What about Luo Tingzhu?
She's incredibly dedicated. When she first came to the Department of Trauma Surgery and didn't have any research funding, she worked so hard that Yuan Weihong felt sorry for her and even asked Fang Ziye to help her more.

Now, Luo Tingzhu is working so hard even though she was just about to go to the anesthesiology department.

The Department of Anesthesiology at Zhongnan Hospital will absolutely not close down because of Luo Tingzhu's absence.

Deng Yong went up, looking aggressive.

Yuan Weihong glanced at Fang Ziye's bitter expression and asked, "Lan Tianluo knew about this first, but you didn't?"

Fang Ziye shook his head.

To put it bluntly, during hospitalization, if you have a wife, it all depends on her self-discipline.

Similarly, if you have a husband, it all depends on his self-discipline.

Fang Ziye lived in the department for more than two months without feeling out of place at all. Fortunately, he had terminated the lease on the house beforehand, otherwise he would have definitely paid the landlord two months' rent for nothing.

"Actually, there's no need to worry too much. Zeng Quanming is the director of the anesthesiology department, so he certainly won't go too far," Yuan Weihong reassured him.

The hospital stay was tough; Yuan Weihong had endured it all himself. Back then, his wife was pregnant, and during their occasional video calls, Yuan Weihong was just one step away from submitting his resignation.

Therefore, Yuan Weihong now spends most of his free time at home with his wife and children. Even when his students have a get-together, he brings his wife and children along.

Yuan Weihong continued, "Do you know what the divorce rate is in the surgical field?"

"As high as 57%, far exceeding the current average divorce rate of over 40%. This is because there is too little time, and the time is not very fixed."

Fang Ziye hadn't learned that much.

He looked up at his master, Yuan Weihong.

Master Yuan Weihong has aged a bit more than before, and his receding hairline is even higher.

Master Yuan Weihong looks even younger than before, and he's radiant.

"Don't look at me like that, your teacher's wife and I have a very good relationship!" Yuan Weihong quickly explained, afraid that Fang Ziye would misunderstand that his previous words were a prelude to his divorce.

A moment later, Deng Yong came down: "Come on, come on, Tingzhu is in the anesthesiology ward now, just like you. It's not like she's working continuously." "Ziye, you're not taking your work seriously, is the workload not heavy enough?"

"What time is it? How can you still keep track of how long your girlfriend hasn't been home?" Deng Yong joked as soon as he felt relieved.

It was as if the one who was about to fight was not Deng Yong, but 'Fang Yong'.

“Master, it’s not me, it’s Tianluo.”

“Tianluo is currently focusing a lot of his attention on his sister, and doesn’t spend much time on clinical work or scientific research.”

"Of course, it's not too many, but it's still quite excellent," Fang Ziye quickly explained to Deng Yong.

As Deng Yong listened, he gave Yuan Weihong's shoulder blade a hard squeeze, his fingers gradually increasing the pressure: "They're all your good mentors! They'd rather not get promoted for a year than let me miss out on this opportunity!"

“Sun Shaoqing had mentioned Lantianluo to me before, and Dong Wenqiang had also mentioned it.”

"Unfortunately, those who are near the water get the moon first."

Yuan Weihong winced in pain, a bitter taste lingering on his lips, but dared not complain: "Teacher Deng, Teacher Deng, we are all your students! Teacher Deng, we have never received any special treatment..."

Deng Yong then loosened his grip and looked at Fang Ziye: "Your master also does this very well; he never gives you special treatment without permission."

"However!"

Deng Yong then changed the subject: "After all, you've grown up and it's time for you to fly away. Otherwise, this place will become a prison that confines you."

"Weihong, you have quite a few people there now. From now on, you can publish your own papers for your own small research projects, right?"

"We all contributed to this major research paper, so let's work together."

"You don't have your own lab now, so you'll still be doing experiments in the lab. You'll be the deputy director of the lab!"

The position of laboratory director naturally belongs to Deng Yong.

The position that Deng Yong has now appointed Yuan Weihong to is the same one that Hong Zili, the former associate professor of thoracic surgery, held.

"Thank you, Teacher Deng." Yuan Weihong nodded slightly and thanked her formally.

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong noticed that Fang Ziye was still there, but decided not to ask Fang Ziye to leave.

After changing into his own clothes, he turned his head and said in a dejected tone, "Weihong, if I asked you to lead Ziye and send you a few more people, would you dare to lead a team alone?"

Yuan Weihong asked, puzzled, "Teacher Dong, are you still leaving? Have you already made up your mind?"

Where in the department is there still a position to lead a research group? Unless Professor Dong Yaohui is leaving.

"Yes!" Deng Yong nodded.

"My master is tired and wants to go back to enjoy his retirement. I can understand that, after all, he started working at the age of twenty-two, and has been working for more than forty years!"

“I understand why you want to retire and go back to a peaceful life,” Deng Yong said.

After saying that, the three of them sat side by side on the bench at the entrance of the changing room to change their shoes. Deng Yong then said, "Liu Huanglong doesn't want to lead a team in the department. He just wants to be associated with the name of the Emergency Trauma Center."

"My goal is not to become a trauma surgeon. I think I will eventually return to hand surgery."

"Besides Wei Hong, the only other people who can lead a team are Peng Long, Chen Fang, and Xie Jinyuan."

As Deng Yong finished speaking, he put on his shoes and stood up.

Yuan Weihong raised his head slightly and said, "Teacher Deng, these three brothers are all more experienced than me. It's a bit too early for me to think about things beyond my duties."

Fang Ziye stood aside, not daring to say a word.

Leading a team is certainly a good thing, but having the ability to lead a team is even better. Otherwise, even Professor Han Yuanxiao is under immense pressure these days, and almost turned his team into a trauma surgery team in a prefecture-level city hospital.

Deng Yong gestured towards Fang Ziye with his lip, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye felt a pang of anxiety.

"Master, I can't do it." Fang Ziye shook his head vigorously.

There's a proper age for doing certain things. How could Fang Ziye possibly lead a team now? He still has many tasks to complete. If he were to lead another team, he'd be doomed.

What are the conditions for leading a research group? First of all, you must set up a research platform so that when you have ideas, your students can turn those ideas into reality.

You have a well-established team that supports you in taking risks and doing things that others cannot do, or things that others have not yet done.

If the main task of prefecture-level and county-level hospitals is to learn the established surgical techniques, then the core task of top-tier tertiary hospitals is to perform less mature surgical techniques so that patients who currently have nowhere to seek medical treatment can have access to care.

To make some incurable diseases have available treatments.

There always has to be a small group of people who quietly move forward.

"The reason we didn't actually put you in charge of the group is to make you Yuan Weihong's right-hand man. The two of you working together is much more reassuring than an associate professor leading another attending physician in a group, or even two associate professors working together in a group."

"Of course, this is just a preliminary prototype. I can't let you, Ziye, simply become a tool for treating illness." Deng Yong shook his head slightly, his brows furrowed.

Yuan Weihong understood Deng Yong's meaning and smiled, saying, "Teacher Deng, I know you feel that the opportunity to lead a group is rare these days, and once you miss it, you may have to wait a long time."

"But Ziye and I are still young, and we happen to know a little bit about scientific research, so unless absolutely necessary, I don't want to become a..."

Yuan Weihong cautiously turned his head: "The tool you mentioned."

What are tools? They are things that are used.

For example, scalpels and sutures are tools.

The surgeon can use these tools to complete the procedure, so in the broader context of medicine, some influential figures can transform many doctors into tools for 'treating and saving lives'.

Although one needs a certain foundation to become such a tool.

But people with dreams will never limit their lives.

"Alright, then I'll drop that idea. You guys have your own ways of making money anyway." Deng Yong didn't waste any more words.

If you want to make money as a doctor, there are only a few legitimate ways.

The first approach is to perform more surgeries and repeat established surgical techniques to alleviate patients' pain.

The second method is to conduct more consultations and earn money by charging for free surgeries.

The third option is to conduct more scientific research and obtain scientific research awards at the school, city, provincial, or even national levels!
The difficulty increases step by step.

To perform more surgeries and perform them well requires years of dedicated practice. To conduct consultations and surgeries outside the hospital, one needs not only a certain level of surgical skill but also a certain reputation, so that people will be willing to hire them.

As for research awards?

It's like a battle of gods, competing against people from all disciplines. It's the most enviable, yet unattainable, shortcut to making money.

……

Before leading Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong into his office, Deng Yong didn't say anything else. After they entered the office, Deng Yong sat on the sofa and watched Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong boil water, make tea, and wash the teacups.

Deng Yongcai said, "During this period of time, I have conducted an in-depth analysis of the disease structure of patients in our department."

"It's still too simplistic."

"Apart from bone defects, there are only bone defects; apart from severe infections, there are only severe infections. Apart from these, there are almost no other diseases."

“It’s just mechanical repetition. Once prefecture-level city hospitals can master the treatment of bone defects, our department’s patient volume will be greatly affected.”

"At that time, our department may even have empty beds, becoming mere decorations. It would be a shame to fail to live up to the reputation our predecessors built and this standalone building."

"Therefore, seeking transformation is an inevitable path."

Yuan Weihong moved closer and served Deng Yong the first cup of tea. Fang Ziye then went to wash the second glass, preparing to brew a cup for Yuan Weihong.

At the same time, it was also the first time that Fang Ziye was pulled aside by Deng Yong to listen to the current situation of the department and to discuss the issues of the department's development from a higher perspective.

If you are successful, you will help the world, and if you are poor, you will be alone.

A person who lacks solid basic skills cannot learn advanced surgical techniques at Zhongnan Hospital. A person who cannot even take care of themselves and has not solved their economic problems will not be able to enter a higher circle of vision.

Since Fang Ziye was new to the area, he naturally needed to listen first before giving his opinion.

Seeing that Fang Ziye was already dealing with the water cup, Yuan Weihong sat down on one side of his buttock: "Professor Deng, didn't Professor Han say that we plan to do more osteotomy and orthopedic procedures?"

"The hottest topic right now is osteotomy and orthopedic surgery."

Deng Yong then asked, "How many patients can you intercept?"

"The osteotomy and reshaping techniques at Union Hospital and Tongji Hospital have already developed quite steadily. If we try to break in, we'll just be eating other people's leftovers."

"Most importantly, with the development of osteotomy and orthopedic surgery at two hospitals, Union Hospital and Tongji Hospital, the market has already reached saturation, and patients can already find treatment there!"

“We can learn it, we need to master this technique, but we don’t necessarily have to go to great lengths to deal with it.”

Are there any standardized surgical treatment centers for diabetic foot?

"I won't talk about older conditions like clubfoot. Instead, I'll discuss some newer conditions, such as amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS). Are there any standard treatment options available?"

Yuan Weihong interjected, "Professor Deng, is this ALS?"

"So what if it's ALS? Didn't people talk to you like this when they saw patients with joint tuberculosis a long time ago?" Deng Yong retorted.

Yuan Weihong lowered his head and remained silent.

What's wrong with ALS? It's a problem that's easy to talk about but hard to solve.

Fang Ziye moved closer, served the tea to Yuan Weihong, took a cup for himself, and then went to the sofa chair next to him: "Master, may I say a word?"

"You speak!" Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong turned their heads at the same time, but Deng Yong spoke as the master's representative.

“Master, I think that our current approach of first transforming into the treatment of trauma and its complications is a gradual and good direction.”

“I discussed this with Nie Mingxian before. He said he had a way to improve blood flow to the amputated limb. So it might be possible for us to come up with some small auxiliary devices.”

"These small aids can ensure delayed necrosis of the amputated limb. This allows some unfortunate amputees to have the opportunity for limb replantation."

"My reason for thinking this way is mainly based on the fact that many trauma surgeries today are caused by car accidents. After a car accident, patients may have limbs that cannot be removed for various reasons, and occasionally there are cases where amputation is necessary to save their lives."

"Although there aren't many such cases, if accumulated, there may be seven or eight cases every month in Seoul alone."

"In that case, our team might be able to handle it."

"After amputation, then replantation of the severed limb? Why not just take out the limb directly on site?" Deng Yong asked.

"Master, there will always be times when we can't produce it."

"Or what if his limbs were deemed damaged immediately?" Fang Ziye said, while enduring the heat, he dipped his cup in water and wrote 119 on the ground.
When you call 119 (the emergency number in China) to report on firefighting, you'll find that many firefighters have lost their lives or had limbs amputated for various reasons. Only a small fraction of these cases are reported; the vast majority remain unsung heroes.

Of course, Fang Ziye didn't mean that he was specifically considering limb transplantation for them, but rather that this type of patient was quite typical.

Moreover, similar situations will never be absent!
"Have you had any other ideas? For example, animal experiments?" Deng Yong asked.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Master, I plan to step down from my position as chief resident for emergency consultations and then go to the animal laboratory to develop such animal experimental models."

"This model is quite easy to design. It directly simulates amputation, and after the amputation, beyond the current research time, limb replantation is performed to observe the survival function of the mice."

"In addition, I also contacted a medical device company privately and asked them if they had any small dialysis instruments that had been used on mice before. They said they did."

"Yes, if we want to replant a severed limb, or preserve a severed limb for a longer period of time, we will apply the principles of dialysis and extracorporeal circulation."

Deng Yong's eyes narrowed instantly: "How do you know people in the medical equipment company?"

Fang Ziye then recounted the story of Dr. Chen, the traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and his relationship with Wu Xuanqi of Tongji Hospital.

“Master, I only use their things, either by renting or buying them. It’s impossible for them not to sell such equipment.”

"Let's set aside other issues for now. It's not that just because Mr. Chen's company has had other problems, we can't use their research equipment anymore, right?"

"If it succeeds, I believe it will be a clinically significant project, even more meaningful than the reconstruction of catastrophic injuries!"

"The incidence of amputation will become even lower in the future, perhaps even one in a thousand or one in ten thousand." Fang Ziye's voice only became slightly more enthusiastic at the last sentence.

Deng Yong looked at Yuan Weihong.

Yuan Weihong quickly shook his head, then looked at Fang Ziye and began to put on his teacher's airs, his tone unfriendly: "Ziye, you're starting to be independent now, aren't you? Such a big thing, and you're not even discussing it with your master?"

After Yuan Weihong finished speaking, he stood up, intending to take the opportunity to teach Fang Ziye, this "disobedient and unfilial" disciple, a lesson.

However, as soon as Yuan Weihong stood up, Deng Yong patted him on the shoulder and pushed him back down: "Yuan Weihong, who are you talking to? How dare you bully my student?"

Yuan Weihong tilted his head, his eyes bulging out, and said, "Teacher Deng, he's also my student?"

“I don’t care who you are! He’s my student! You can’t bully him.” Deng Yong pushed Yuan Weihong down.

"Hey..." Yuan Weihong's muscles were all crippled, and he slumped into the chair.

Yuan Weihong looked dejected and pitiful.

Turning to look in Deng Yong's direction, she thought, "So love will disappear, right?"
(End of this chapter)