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Chapter 512 Experiencing the World Without Leaving Home (Please Subscribe)
Liu Xiao's expression gradually calmed down, and her voice was very soft: "Fang Ziye, are you not even going to give an old classmate any face?"

“Your help this time will greatly benefit my future career, and I will definitely remember your kindness,” Liu Xiao continued, appealing to his emotions.

Fang Ziye remained completely unmoved.

There's an old Chinese saying that goes, "Friendship continues, not just temporary flattery."

Fang Ziye and Liu Xiao were just classmates. After graduating from high school, Liu Xiao never contacted Fang Ziye, and Fang Ziye never contacted her either.

You should definitely give face to an old classmate, but it depends on how you give it. You certainly won't give face to someone who takes advantage of you.

"Liu Xiao, you're exaggerating. Is there really a big difference between your position in the company and mine in the hospital?" Fang Ziye asked.

Liu Xiao replied naturally, "Of course there is. Fang Ziye, you are so outstanding. I did my homework before coming here. As long as you agree to cooperate with our company, I believe your superiors will not object."

"Anyway, for you guys, cooperating with any company is still cooperating, right?"

"If you could do me a favor, I would be very grateful, Dr. Fang," Liu Xiao said with a smile, explaining the pros and cons to Fang Ziye.

Liu Xiao's words were full of implications, because she dared not be explicit. After all, this was the general inpatient office, not a hotel or anything like that, and there were many things that were inconvenient to explain here.

“Old classmate, what you’re saying is a bit morally blackmailing. As you said, if our hospital is going to cooperate with any company, we definitely have to weigh the pros and cons.”

“Your company did not provide any assistance to our research group during the research and development process, but if your company had conducted a thorough investigation, you should have been able to find out.”

“Before our research group had any successes, someone had already collaborated with us…”

"Old classmate, I'm sorry, I'm the chief resident now and can't invite you out to dinner, but I can have my girlfriend accompany you on a sightseeing tour of Han City." Fang Ziye had already begun to see his guest off.

Liu Xiao is an old classmate. If she came to ask Fang Ziye for help to get medical treatment for her family member, or to ask him to help her get an appointment or something, then she would be very likely to be able to help Fang Ziye.

If Fang Ziye refused, it would be a bit unreasonable.

Fang Ziye personally led a team to other specialized departments to find an attending physician or associate professor to help with consultations outside of outpatient hours.

However, Liu Xiao overestimated his own worth when it came to patent transfer.

Fang Ziye was about to stand up after speaking, but Liu Xiao reached out and said, "Dr. Fang, please don't rush. If the conditions aren't suitable, we can talk again."

"I'm just stating my conditions, not making a final decision."

"Dr. Fang, if you want to cooperate with our company, what do you need us to do? Our company will try its best to meet your needs."

If Liu Xiao can bring this huge piece of meat back with her, she can not only get a promotion and a raise, but also receive stock options as a reward.

This is a huge market. If her company can capture this market, it could increase the company's size by at least thirty times.

According to incomplete statistics, there are currently 1686364 vehicles in China with a total of 120 license plates.

This data is definitely inaccurate!

However, even if every 120cc motorcycle were equipped with a miniature circulation device, and each device cost 100 yuan, that would represent a market worth 100 million yuan.

The price of a micro-circulatory device is definitely not 100 yuan. Even if the government intervenes, it will cost at least 200 to 300 yuan per unit. So, 120 yuan alone represents a market of 400 to 500 million yuan.

This is only in China!

If it's sold overseas, it doesn't make sense for the market share to increase by more than five times!
“Old classmate, I’m not talking about conditions. My meaning is actually quite clear: I already have a company I’m interested in partnering with.”

"Although no one from their company has called me or come to see me yet, I feel that based on our previous cooperation, this company is still very reliable!" Fang Ziye said.

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiao's expression changed drastically, and she asked in surprise, "Your hospital has already transferred the patent?"

"When did this happen? According to our investigation, this patent has not yet been transferred?"

Fang Ziye shook his head: "It hasn't been transferred yet, but I already have a preferred company in mind. Old classmate, you don't need to waste your time."

"To put it bluntly, my growth to this point has been neither thanks to your company nor thanks to you, my old classmate."

"Therefore, our relationship remains very simple and pure, a genuine classmate relationship. We can help each other, but any conflict of interest will change the nature of our relationship."

"I don't want this relationship to change. What you think is beyond my consideration."

"So, no matter what choice you make today, I will still treat you as an old classmate. If you come to Han City to visit in the future, I will still treat you with courtesy. If you need my help with anything, I will do my best to help within the scope of my profession."

"As for the rest, let's each save face, okay?"

Liu Xiao is not Liu Qiao, even though they both share the surname Liu.

Liu Xiao's expression shifted between light and dark for a while before finally settling down.

Fang Ziye's words were true, but they were also heartbreaking.

Indeed, Fang Ziye's growth has nothing to do with the company she works for, nor with Liu Xiao herself. Saying too much about it is just moral blackmail.

"Dr. Fang, then I'll trouble you!"

"I hope we can have more collaborations in the future," Liu Xiao replied.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Actually, I'm very happy to see you, my old classmate. Why don't you stay for lunch and have a working meal together?"

Liu Xiao declined and then left.

Fang Ziye didn't take the matter too seriously.

An old classmate is just an old classmate; it's not good to mix in too many other factors...

After Fang Ziye re-emerged from the chief inpatient office, Li Yuanpei greeted him with a somewhat joking smile: "Brother Ye, who is this beautiful lady?"

"Is this another potential girlfriend of yours?" Fang Ziye asked rhetorically.

Li Yuanpei's face turned awkward. After considering it seriously for a long time, he said, "Brother Ye, if you like it too, I won't compete with you."

Li Yuanpei struggled with this decision for a long time—

Is Fang Ziye also going to follow the path of a playboy surgeon?

With Luo Tingzhu by your side, aren't you satisfied?
"It's an old classmate from high school, someone I haven't contacted since graduation. He's here to take advantage of me," Fang Ziye explained.

Li Yuanpei immediately retorted indignantly, "Then we shouldn't even bother with people like that!"

"Who doesn't have a few old classmates by now?"

After Li Yuanpei finished speaking, he looked around a few more times before whispering, "Brother Ye, Ning Zhengyang came to the department today."

Ning Zhengyang, also known as Fang Ziye's junior fellow student, was Yuan Weihong's first academic doctoral student.

"Zhengyang? What's he doing in the department?"

Fang Ziye turned his head left and right, but didn't see anyone: "Where is he?"

Fang Ziye and Ning Zhengyang had never met. This junior brother was a bit arrogant and had never come to the department since enrolling.

Of course, Fang Ziye mainly doesn't have much free time to go to the lab, and he also doesn't have any necessary basic experimental research tasks recently.

"They must have gone to check the rooms with Qiao Fei and Shu Lang, and I stayed here to keep watch for you, so I didn't go check the rooms," Li Yuanpei explained with a smile.

"What kind of wind are you keeping watch for me?"

“Let’s go, let’s go check on the patients together,” Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye makes ward rounds every day and knows the condition of all the patients in his group by heart. Even during the National Day holiday, Fang Ziye still maintained his habit of leading ward rounds every day.

I'd rather spend more time taking care of every detail of the post-operative recovery of patients than leave them entirely to the attending physicians.

In fact, Qiao Fei and Shu Lang, as professional doctoral students, have enough theoretical knowledge and experience. They were promoted from professional doctoral programs. They also have enough clinical experience. Leading ward rounds for a day or two will not have any impact.

Li Yuanpei continued to follow behind Fang Ziye, explaining, "What if Junior Sister Tingzhu comes and sees you having a secret rendezvous with a beautiful woman in the chief inpatient office? Wouldn't that cause a misunderstanding?"

"Oh, by the way, Brother Ye, I've already compiled the data for that teaching project you asked me to collect!"

"Could you help me with this?"

Fang Ziye had previously assigned Li Yuanpei a task: to compile statistics on the progress of limb salvage surgery in animal models of animal injury in animal laboratories.

Through statistics and analysis, we can objectively assess what level of basic skills are needed to learn limb-sparing surgery for severe injuries, as well as the average professional title, average age, and average study time of participants.

Is there a correlation between these data and the surgeon's age...?

This is also a good teaching topic, which can help those who study limb-sparing surgery for traumatic injuries to avoid some detours.

This can directly provide them with a relatively objective 'entry' standard.

Young people who are below the standard don't need to waste time on such procedures unless other conditions can be met.

"Okay, Yuanpei, send me a copy later, I'll take a look."

"I think the data results are pretty good." Fang Ziye nodded and walked towards the ward round team.

"Brother Ye."

"Brother Ye!"

"..."

"Dr. Fang..."

"Dr. Fang, you're here! I thought you weren't coming today."

As soon as Fang Ziye entered the room, his fellow students, patients, and their families greeted him with smiles.

In the same ward, the other two groups had PhDs leading ward rounds, but in Yuan Weihong's group, Fang Ziye was basically in the ward round team every day, which made people feel very secure.

Although Fang Ziye's surgeries spanned three groups, he only accompanied Yuan Weihong on ward rounds.

Although patients in Associate Professor Chen Fang's and Associate Professor Peng Long's groups have repeatedly complained about this, Fang Ziye has not changed his ward round strategy.

Conducting ward rounds across three groups is a privilege unique to Director Chaoran; Fang Ziye no longer needs to be so unconventional.

Compared to the difficulty of surgery, ward rounds are significantly less difficult, and both Associate Professors Chen Fang and Peng Long can handle them.

After waving and smiling at the patient and their family, Fang Ziye went straight to Qiao Fei and asked, "Which bed are you checking on? How is the patient?"

Qiao Fei said, "Bed 14. Bed 13's muscle strength has recovered quite well. Plantar flexion, dorsiflexion, and straight leg raises are all okay, and he has already gotten out of bed and started walking."

"The patient in bed 13 had surgery on September 25th. Today is the ninth day after the surgery. Because he is a little older, he is slower to get out of bed."

After Qiao Fei finished speaking, the old man in bed 13 objected: "Dr. Fang, since you're already here, why don't you start the examination right here?"

"Would you like to take a look at how well my function has recovered?"

"Let me see if I can walk five kilometers today..."

The old man, the old man, still cares a bit about his image.

Upon hearing Qiao Fei say that his functional rehabilitation was not good enough and that he was too old, he immediately said that he was going to walk five kilometers.

Qiao Fei stopped talking and Fang Ziye rubbed his hands with hand sanitizer, then leaned against the old man in bed 13 and did a simple physical examination to assess the muscle strength of the important muscles in his lower limbs.

Then they said, "The examination is complete. Based on your current condition, you can only walk a maximum of 800 meters per day!"

"Five thousand meters is a bit of an exaggeration. Remember, this is my doctor's order for today."

"At most 800 meters, you can walk 400 meters, which is eight laps around the department, divided into four sessions, two laps each time, is that okay?"

The department is about 50 meters long from north to south, and if you go around it twice, it's exactly 200 meters.

It's only been nine days since he underwent functional reconstruction surgery, and he's already trying to walk 5,000 meters? That's an exaggeration, considering he's an 83-year-old.

My muscles weren't in good condition before the surgery. Although I wasn't paralyzed in bed, I had difficulty walking every day, and my muscle strength wasn't being exercised at all.

After hearing this, the old man obediently said, "Dr. Fang, since you say so, then I won't walk five kilometers. I'll walk eight hundred meters. In the hospital, we still have to listen to the doctor."

Fang Ziye gave him a way out, and he accepted it.

Otherwise, once you start out in this world, you'll have to pay back all the boasts you make, and he'll have to give up all that weight he's carrying...

No one held him accountable for having to keep his word. For the time being, the old man's only caregiver was his grandson, because his son and daughter-in-law had gone home to cook.

"Grandpa, you see, I told you, all you need to do is exercise regularly every day, there's no need to push yourself too hard."

"Dr. Fang has said so, so you can't disobey."

"I heard from my dad that you were walking around the department at 2 a.m. last night. You still need to be careful and get some rest, don't overdo it," the young man said with a smile.

Then he said to Fang Ziye, "Dr. Fang, are there any good medicines in the hospital? If you have any suggestions, please let us know as soon as possible."

“It doesn’t matter if the price is a little higher. I see that my grandfather’s daily turnover is only a little over three hundred yuan…”

Fang Ziye replied, "There are no particularly good medicines at the moment, but we have prescribed all the necessary and useful ones."

"As people age, their gastrointestinal function is already poor, so taking too much medicine is not a good thing. If they can recover slowly without taking medicine, it is better to choose to use less medicine."

"Whether it's traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, it should be taken in moderation..."

Fang Ziye gave a warning.

Although it is advertised that traditional Chinese medicine has no side effects while Western medicine has significant side effects, Fang Ziye has encountered several elderly patients in his department in recent months who have ruined their stomachs by taking traditional Chinese medicine.

One of them even developed a minor stomach hemorrhage. Although the problem wasn't serious, Fang Ziye stopped recommending that patients in the department buy Chinese medicine from outside sources on their own after that.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, such as when the patient is already in a pre-operative conditioning state.

Fang Ziye continued, "Once you're in the hospital, leave the rehabilitation plan and surgical treatment to us, okay?"

The young man nodded: "Of course, I was just asking because I was worried that you might not be willing to use good medicine for me, Dr. Fang. I was just asking casually." The young man subtly indicated that he was not short of money.

Although he is not married yet, he owns a small company and pays over 100,000 yuan in taxes every month!
Since my grandfather was hospitalized, the total amount spent is less than a fraction of his taxes, which is just over 30,000 yuan.

Of course, this is not the most important thing, as the elderly have commercial medical insurance that fully reimburses their expenses.

……

Fang Ziye then led his team to conduct a more detailed assessment of the patients' basic conditions on beds 14 and 15.

Bed 14 is relatively young, only in his forties, but he is a bit too afraid of pain, so his recovery is not very good. Fang Ziye asked the attending physician to continue to strengthen pain management.

Bed 15 is recovering very well and needs to stop taking medication, but it seems to have a bit of athlete's foot, so Fang Ziye still recommends adding another topical medication.

After leaving the house, Fang Ziye concluded:
"I won't give you the specific medication, Liu Haihua. You can figure it out yourself and just use it as needed."

"In addition to pain management, remember to communicate more with family members and ask them to strengthen supervision."

"For functional training, supervision by family members and fellow patients is more effective than supervision by medical staff."

"Bed 15, Gong Luoyuan, is this yours?" Fang Ziye turned to look at the tall Gong Luoyuan.

Gong Luoyuan lowered his head slightly, his hands originally placed on his abdomen, but upon hearing this, he immediately stretched out his hands and began to take notes: "It's under my jurisdiction, senior brother."

"Patient 15 currently has athlete's foot, which is a fungal infection. If it is not controlled, the fungus will migrate to the wound and become very troublesome."

"You should consult a dermatologist. If you can do a more detailed and in-depth study, you can treat the prevention and control of foot fungal infections during functional reconstruction surgery as a small research topic."

"The clinical practice is full of treasures!"

“Gong Luoyuan, although you have only just started managing patients, you have been in the department for quite some time. You have already grasped some basic knowledge and the basic routines of managing patients. You should start cultivating your research thinking.”

"You can work on this small project on your own, or you can ask to collaborate with your senior classmates."

"Of course, you can choose not to do it and instead do your own thing; it doesn't matter," Fang Ziye explained carefully.

Before Gong Luoyuan could speak, Liu Haihua immediately replied, "Go ahead, senior brother! I'll do it with Luoyuan!"

"We'll check the literature in a few days."

Every time Fang Ziye points something out, doing it will yield good results; only a fool wouldn't do it.

Gong Luoyuan immediately nodded, "Thank you, senior brother."

Fang Ziye nodded, then looked around before fixing his gaze on Lan Tianluo, who was standing far away from Ning Wuyang and remained silent. He then glanced at Ning Wuyang again.

Ning Wuyang was slightly shorter than Fang Ziye, tall and thin, and his appearance could be described as handsome.

Ning Wuyang has fair skin, which seems to have been styled carefully. His hairstyle is unique but not eccentric, and his beard is clean-shaven, without any stubble.

He has a high nose, slightly wide cheekbones, and bright, piercing eyes. His overall demeanor is both composed and assertive.

"Is this Ning Wuyang's first time in the department?" Fang Ziye called out to him.

Ning Wuyang smiled upon hearing this: "Hello, Senior Brother Fang."

"Okay, let's do the ward rounds first, then we can talk again..."

Fang Ziye then said, "Hu Qingyuan, you need to go through all the cases we've reviewed today from beginning to end, not just focusing on the diagnosis, clinical manifestations, and corresponding examination data."

"You brought a USB drive, didn't you...?"

"Yes, I brought it, Teacher Fang," Hu Qingyuan nodded.

After Fang Ziye expressed his approval, he was about to walk to the next ward when he was suddenly stopped by Shu Lang.

Shu Lang immediately asked with a shrewd look in his eyes, "Senior Brother Fang, can I help Xiao Hu?"

Fang Ziye was taken aback upon hearing this, and stopped in his tracks: "Why would you help him?"

"Don't overthink it. This is just to hone his basic skills and help him get started quickly. There's nothing good out of the ordinary that we're hiding from you."

“You’ve already mastered the basics…” Fang Ziye’s lips twitched slightly…

Although this scene was just a small joke, Ning Wuyang took it all in.

……

Fang Ziye had originally planned to talk to his junior brother Ning Wuyang after finishing his ward rounds.

Before Fang Ziye could even find the last room, his mentor Yuan Weihong and Professor Deng Yong came to see him at the same time.

When Fang Ziye left the ward, the patient and his family were quite puzzled.

Deng Yong said, "Everyone, I'm sorry, Dr. Fang has some other work to do right now. Dr. Yuan will continue to lead the team on rounds later."

"I'm so sorry."

"Professor Deng, can't something wait until after rounds?" the patient asked with a smile.

Deng Yong shook his head: "That won't do, this is Dr. Fang's good deed. We can't delay it!"

"It's just ward rounds, not surgery..."

After saying that, Deng Yong led Fang Ziye away.

Fang Ziye found it all rather strange.

After Fang Ziye followed Deng Yong back from the trauma surgery department to the hand surgery department, he asked, "Master, is there something urgent?"

"Is someone else coming to see me?"

Deng Yong nodded upon hearing this: "It's Teacher Dai Zhu and Teacher Zhang Xingze. They're in their office downstairs right now."

"Professor Qiu Zhenghua is here too. The three of them came specifically to see you..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's heart skipped a beat.

People gather in kind, and things are divided into groups.

Zu Haiguo was able to invite two academicians, perhaps because the two academicians were giving Zu Haiguo face, but Professor Qiu Zhenghua's invitation to two "academicians," Dai Zhu and Zhang Xingze, to Zhongnan Hospital was completely unexpected by Fang Ziye.

"Master, why?" Fang Ziye was completely puzzled.

What have I done to deserve this?

Those whose virtue does not match their position will inevitably suffer the opposite result.

Fang Ziye's unexpected acquaintance with the two senior academicians was entirely based on his gratitude to Zu Haiguo for saving his life. Zu Haiguo, for reasons unknown, sent the two to visit him, which was considered a way of 'repaying a debt of gratitude'.

But what extraordinary achievements did Fang Ziye have that warranted a group of three academicians coming to see him? No.

"This is a long story. If it weren't for the guidance of several seniors, even I would be stuck in this predicament!"

"Let's talk about the specific reasons later." Deng Yong's expression was somewhat solemn. After saying that, he led Fang Ziye directly into the director's office.

After Deng Yong pushed open the door and entered, Fang Ziye followed closely behind.

Inside sat three elderly people, all of whom looked kind and gentle. Fang Ziye recognized Professor Qiu Zhenghua, but today he wasn't wearing gold-rimmed glasses; he was wearing frameless ones instead.

There were two others. One had a receding hairline, a high forehead, and sharp eyebrows. He also wore glasses, but compared to Professor Qiu Zhenghua, he appeared slightly more prosperous, with particularly prominent cheekbones.

"Hello, Teacher Qiu."

"Hello, Professor Dai!" Fang Ziye recognized Dai Zhu, an academician of the Ninth People's Hospital of Shanghai, without Deng Yong's introduction. Although he was no longer active in clinical practice, he still enjoyed a high reputation in the domestic academic community.

After meeting the two senior academicians, Fang Ziye went through the resumes and photos of all the academicians and got to know each one clearly.

The other person was also slightly overweight, with a round face and chin, thick eyebrows but a thick hairline, making it impossible to tell that he was over seventy years old.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang!" Fang Ziye greeted the two people in turn.

Academician Zhang Xingze, a graduate of the Third Hospital of Hebei Medical University, is currently very active in both clinical and research fields.

Fang Ziye's politeness drew a scrutiny from the three of them.

Then Dai Zhu took the initiative to start the conversation: "He looks handsome and has a strong build. He seems like a good candidate for our orthopedic surgeons."

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong smiled ingratiatingly: "Teacher Dai, Ziye has already been brought. Let me go get you a cup of tea first..."

After Deng Yong finished speaking, he slipped into the inner room of the office to kill time, giving the four of them a relatively peaceful environment.

Fang Ziye's gaze followed Deng Yong for a while, and he could only watch helplessly as the 'Kitchen God' teacher, who was always good at taking responsibility, left, leaving him alone to face the 'output' of the three big shots.

Fang Ziye then flashed the most radiant business smile he had ever given since birth; he estimated that even his gums were showing.

Seeing Fang Ziye's nervousness, Qiu Zhenghua said, "Ziye, after my investigation, I've discovered that things about you are a bit unusual!"

“Your team performed its first limb-sparing surgery in March of this year, and began routinely performing limb-sparing surgeries in May.”

"We started performing routine functional reconstruction surgery in June or July!"

"However, despite so much significant news, there's almost no information about it online!"

"This includes, but is not limited to, reports on your province's mid-year academic conference, which are all just a few words long."

"I made some further inquiries, and it turns out that quite a few people know that your team is performing these procedures, including some people who are not in the medical field."

"That's quite unusual."

"Someone is deliberately blocking your team's achievements and information!"

"I'm absolutely certain of that!" Qiu Zhenghua's words immediately created a tense atmosphere.

At that moment, it seemed as if the heatwave outside the window had intensified, inappropriately pounding against the window and making it creak and groan.

"Teacher Qiu, our department has not deliberately promoted or anything like that."

“We’re researchers and clinicians, after all. We’re not in the business of publicity or journalism,” Fang Ziye replied.

Since I haven't promoted it myself or shared it at national academic conferences, it's normal that people aren't very aware of it.

Upon hearing this, Teacher Dai Zhu said, "Ziye, if you think like that, then your understanding is a bit too simplistic."

"The patients who come for treatment may not be medical students or doctors, but if you are a professional doctor, you can solve their problems."

"You yourself aren't a journalist, but there are highly professional journalists in your Hubei province, and they never take any action!"

"Even a reporter from Longtai Technology Channel came to film a documentary after hearing about your team."

"As a province, why shouldn't Hubei use such innovation as a selling point?"

"Is it possible that no journalists have this kind of intuition?"

"That's not the case!"

"Moreover, according to feedback from Director Zu Haiguo of the National Health Commission, the reason he was able to see what your research group was doing was because the Science and Technology Development Institute of your university, Han City University, submitted it to the relevant departments of the National Health Commission."

"If I'm not mistaken, your team may have been temporarily kept in captivity."

Dai Zhu then added, "Of course, there's not much malice in doing this. We just hope that your team can prioritize serving the local people in Hubei Province before extending the service to patients nationwide."

Dai Zhu's tone was calm, but his gaze was somewhat chilling.

Some people might think that once you reach Dai Zhu's level, you become detached from worldly affairs and think that being a doctor is easy.

Actually, that's not the case. Dai Zhu felt that there were too many rules and regulations for doctors. Sometimes, they even had to cooperate with schools and hospitals to take photos with students in their old age.

Often, attending administrative meetings is more important than academic meetings. When the two conflict, administrative meetings should be prioritized.

"But we didn't do anything, and nothing special happened, did we?"

"Teacher Dai, isn't it a bit too much to think like that?"

"Subjective and one-sided?" Fang Ziye retorted.

It wasn't that Fang Ziye was unwilling to believe it, but rather that he lacked the ability to resolve the matter!

How to deal with it?

Aside from traveling through Hubei Province, Fang Ziye couldn't escape this circle.

As a doctor, can you publicly say anything like, "The hospital's TV station doesn't interview you, and the publicity department doesn't promote you?"

If Fang Ziye dares to post it, even at 11 o'clock, he'll be torn apart by online criticism by midnight!
It's not like being a doctor is on a whim, but doctors can't actively seek fame. That's the label that comes with the profession itself, and there's no use complaining about it.

Even if Dai Zhu and others came, it wouldn't make a difference!
There is no solution to this question.

Fang Ziye felt a mix of emotions, both感慨 (gǎnkǎi, mixed feelings) and trembling with anxiety.

I thought I was living a carefree and comfortable life, but I never imagined I was just another kind of bottomless well.

Fortunately, with the advancement of technology in modern society, we can experience the world without leaving home.

Good and evil are now indistinguishable; they are no longer true opposites.

We are all smart people.

There was a moment of silence in the office...

This problem can be solved, yet it also has no solution.

(End of this chapter)