top student at medical school

"Qingyuan, take a detour and don't go directly to the hospital. Take me to the mall; I want to buy a gift for your teacher's wife," Fang Ziye suddenly said.

"Buy a gift? What should I buy?" Hu Qingyuan thought to himself, "Isn't it a bit inappropriate to give your teacher's wife a gift only after she has given birth?"

However, the relationship between his master and mistress was beyond Hu Qingyuan's comprehension as a single man. Although he had some feelings for 'Li Qixi', he had not officially confessed them.

Hu Qingyuan is carefully discerning his 'emotional allegiance'. Should he continue to pursue Miss Chen, or become a 'scumbag'? With no romantic experience whatsoever, Hu Qingyuan has no chance of figuring it out in the short term.

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

People only think about rituals when they are well-off. Otherwise, when even basic needs like food and clothing are a problem, and people are already struggling with daily necessities, why would they bother with rituals? It would just drive them crazy.

Fortunately, through his own 'efforts', coupled with 99% of the panel, Fang Ziye fulfilled the prerequisite of 'abundance'.

It turns out that these past few days have been his and Luo Tingzhu's first wedding anniversary, even though Fang Ziye has repeatedly told himself not to only think about the child.

During labor, Fang Ziye, Luo Tingzhu, and others focused on whether the amniotic sac would rupture, whether labor would begin, and whether the child would "repeat a grade".

They really didn't care that their wedding anniversary was in the middle.

Actually, after remembering, Fang Ziye didn't plan to buy anything expensive. Instead, he planned to pack a snack that Luo Tingzhu liked to eat, which he had been eyeing for a long time before giving birth and that she could eat after giving birth.

Everyone says to raise a child by following the book, and Luo Tingzhu, who loves to eat, does the same. She spends every day scrolling through various "Little Red Book" posts, reading all sorts of experiences, and paying attention to all kinds of diets...

In fact, Fang Ziye sometimes felt that she was too harsh on herself. When she was pregnant with Xiyan, she did not dare to be unrestrained. Now that she has given birth, Fang Ziye hopes that Luo Tingzhu can 'indulge' once or twice.

It's porridge, which Luo Tingzhu loves and has been eyeing for a long time, but she doesn't dare to eat seafood porridge during her pregnancy.

I've heard that seafood has a complex protein composition, and I'm worried it might affect my baby's 'immunity'...

When Fang Ziye returned with the package, Hu Qingyuan was taken aback: "Master, is this the gift you were talking about?"

Fang Ziye chuckled and said, "I used to think that gifts had to be jewelry or clothes, just like you. But actually, once you have a wife and children, you'll find that gifts are just little surprises in life."

"Although you can order errands, it makes a difference who delivers them."

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

"Okay!" Hu Qingyuan nodded and stepped on the gas.

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

Baby Xiyan has finished her milk and is fast asleep...

Luo Tingzhu, with an IV drip in her body and the curtains drawn, turned her head to look at Xiyan. There was a meal prepared for pregnant women placed beside the bed, but Luo Tingzhu only ate a little bit.

A cesarean section is not a major surgery, but it is still surgery, especially since it was a case of turning from vaginal delivery to cesarean section. Even though Luo Tingzhu's physique was not bad due to exercise, she was still very haggard from the ordeal. In addition, she did not take special care of her skin throughout her pregnancy, so her complexion looked quite dull at this moment.

Aside from her inherent sophistication, she no longer possesses the playful cuteness that once belonged to a young girl.

"Ziye, how's it going at the emergency room?" asked Luo Pan.

"It's alright, Dad. I just saw the message. The patient's surgery is over, and their vital signs are stable. They can go to the ICU soon."

"Dad, why don't you go and rest first?" Luo Pan was so exhausted that he could hardly stand up and relied entirely on his wheelchair to 'move'!
This isn't him being dramatic; given the rate at which his illness progresses, one day his diaphragm and other respiratory muscles will become exhausted, eventually leading to his suffocation.

This is the fate of ALS, a relatively minor disease; there is currently no way to reverse its progression.

"Mom, take Dad to rest. Tingzhu has settled down here. The postpartum nanny and I are here, so everything will be fine."

"This is a double room, and there are other patients' family members here as well. It's not convenient if there are too many people here."

Min Limin thought for a moment, then looked at Luo Pan. Luo Pan glanced greedily at Fang Xiyan one last time before nodding and leaving.

He went to the Enshi Sanatorium, found Dr. Chen, and took a lot of traditional Chinese medicine.

However, the miracle of traditional Chinese medicine curing ALS, as rumored online, did not occur. Perhaps the prescription was not formulated correctly. Therefore, Luo Pan knew that his future was only a few years away...

His ALS progressed differently than others; his progression was slightly faster.

Fang Ziye merely gave Lan Tianluo a look, and Lan Tianluo, understanding the situation, went out to escort her, only turning back to say, "Sister, you should rest well..."

His emotions were complex; he was happy because Xiyan had arrived, but also felt powerless because of his father's illness, and the world seemed pale.

Lan Tianluo has matured now. He has passed his chief residency but has not yet graduated with a doctorate. He can treat traumatic injuries and can barely perform functional reconstruction surgery. He has also saved many lives during his chief residency.

But Lan Tianluo, like Fang Ziye, couldn't save the people he wanted to save.

ALS is not a tumor, at least not currently classified as one, but it is actually a different kind of tumor, and there is no cure for it.

Compared to his father, Uncle Liu Gaobo's osteosarcoma, despite being called a tumor, was actually much luckier...

Luo Tingzhu turned slightly upon hearing Lan Tianluo's voice, nodded weakly, and said, "Don't worry, I'm not in much pain now. I still have the pain pump; I suggested it myself..."

Luo Tingzhu had done a small research project in the Department of Anesthesiology about analgesia pumps. It was unremarkable, but she became one of the trial participants in the project, thinking that the results should be quite good.

Turning around, Luo Tingzhu saw the porridge Fang Ziye was carrying.

Her eyes lit up instinctively.

Nowadays, there are no longer so many restrictions after a cesarean section. Although it is not required to fast for a long time after the surgery, Luo Tingzhu herself knows that she can drink water and have a liquid diet after the surgery.

Fang Ziye and the nanny immediately helped the envious Luo Tingzhu sit up, then set her up on a chair. After placing the porridge in the bowl, Fang Ziye said, "No rush, drink slowly."

"Mmm, there's a lot." Luo Tingzhu took a small sip.

He immediately put on a long face and said, "Senior brother, I think the taste has changed compared to before. I don't know if there's something wrong with my sense of taste. It doesn't taste good at all, and it even tastes fishy."

"I know perfectly well that it tastes good."

The postpartum nanny explained, "It's normal, young lady. Your sense of taste will change in the days following childbirth."

"I heard from my teacher that hormone levels drop sharply after childbirth, which is similar to the early stages of pregnancy."

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

“These past few days, you’ve been craving lighter flavors. I’ve already suggested that your mother-in-law make you some clear chicken soup without oil, just blanching the chicken and then stewing it.”

"The flavor of this kind of free-range chicken stew is sweeter and more delicate; authentic free-range chicken tastes better than postpartum meals. Postpartum meals don't have such good ingredients... If you don't want to eat it, don't force yourself..."

"Professor Fang, you said it?"

When Luo Tingzhu said she didn't want to eat, Fang Ziye brought the porridge to his lips: "I haven't eaten yet... shall I drink this?"

Luo Tingzhu had already tasted it and didn't like it, so she nodded. She said shyly, "Senior brother, could you pull the curtain closed for me? I need to go to the restroom..."

The only inconvenience of having a double room is that the expectant father in the next bed was very considerate and left the ward with Fang Ziye. Then, at the ward door, the two chatted together.

"Big brother, you're so lucky to have a little girl like her. She looks so adorable."

"My little monkey is a bit ugly and not cute at all." This father is younger than Fang Ziye, only twenty-seven this year. "Kids need to be raised to be chubby and healthy! There's no rush."

“They’ll all be adorable from now on,” Fang Ziye replied.

"I heard from my sister that you're also a doctor, big brother. Are you a doctor at Zhongnan Hospital? Does that mean you're a PhD?" he asked Fang Ziye with some curiosity.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Yes, I did get a doctorate, otherwise the hospital wouldn't have hired me."

"People get old from all this studying, I'm already thirty-two... and this is only my first child..."

"Then you must be a top student to be able to work at Zhongnan Hospital. Your salary must be high. Brother, you're 32 years old and you're still so well-maintained. It must be much more comfortable for someone like me who works in sales."

"My wife is a nurse, and she's very busy. She really envies you doctors," the young man said with a smile, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Doctors and nurses have different duties and psychological responsibilities. Nurses are generally not held responsible unless there is an obvious mistake."

"It's different for doctors; when they're on duty, they often have to worry about whether people will die," Fang Ziye explained.

As long as nurses follow the doctor's orders diligently, sign the necessary forms properly, and don't act carelessly, they have little responsibility.

Doctors are different; some life-saving procedures need to be tailored to the individual patient.

You might encounter a patient heading to the underworld at any moment...

While Fang Ziye was speaking, the young man, out of curiosity, searched for Fang Ziye online. Upon seeing Fang Ziye's profile, he was so shocked that he took a step back and jumped slightly: "Holy crap, you're Professor Fang?"

"Professor Fang Ziye, is that really you, brother?" He scanned Fang Ziye's face and the photos in the hospital in disbelief.

"Oh, we don't have a colleague with the same name as me at our hospital yet," Fang Ziye said with an innocent smile as he sipped his porridge.

“Professor Fang, you have no idea how difficult it is to get an appointment with you. I’ve been trying to get an appointment with you since last year, trying every day at the exact time, but I’ve never succeeded,” the young man said.

"Why did you take my number? Is your aunt and uncle unwell?" Meeting is fate.

"They're not my parents!"

“It’s my brother. He was in a car accident when he was ten years old. Now he has difficulty moving around and he’s quite old.”

"I work in Han City... I saw information about your science popularization WeChat account, and then I tried to make an appointment, but I couldn't get one even after trying for more than half a year!"

"You look somewhat familiar, but I dare not think of you as Professor Fang." The young man smiled in a slightly ingratiating manner, his meaning quite clear.

Fang Ziye put down his porridge bowl slightly: "There are quite a few professors in Wuhan who can treat patients with spinal cord injury and paralysis. You don't necessarily have to make an appointment with me."

The young man shook his head: "No, we've already been to Peking Union Medical College Hospital and Tongji Hospital. The professors there said my brother's condition is quite complicated, that it's a high-level injury, and that it can't be cured..."

"Professor Fang, is this high-level injury really incurable?"

“My brother is three years older than me. He often played with me when we were little. Before I was in second grade, no one at school dared to bully me. But later, some people did.”

"He's actually a very kind person, and he's still very optimistic now, that's just how he is..."

"My brother is very good to me."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye also felt that the meeting was fate, and said, "You can bring your brother to my clinic around six o'clock to get an extra appointment."

"Can I add someone even if I haven't gotten an appointment?"

"Sure, I don't have as many outpatients now after the diversion, and I don't have many extra patients every day."

“However, I’m not sure if your brother is a suitable candidate for surgery, but we can at least take a look,” Fang Ziye said.

“It’s definitely inconvenient and against regulations to see a doctor here. I’m just a family member like you, not a practicing doctor.”

The young man was overjoyed: "Of course, Professor Fang."

"My sister-in-law's situation is special right now. Even if you asked me to call my brother, I couldn't do such a thing."

"Thank you, Professor Fang. It's settled then. I need to pass this good news on to my brother. He'll be overjoyed when he hears it."

He looked down at his phone while wiping away tears: "Actually, my brother also has a support group for patients. Many people in the group have recovered, but he can't get an appointment, so he's quite disappointed."

Fang Ziye was able to understand the other person's emotions.

If every disease were precisely identified, there would be so many patients with each type of difficult-to-treat disease that they would have become numb to it all.

I was utterly disappointed; I couldn't find any opportunity for treatment!

"Yes, we can give it a try, but there are some things I need to tell you in advance."

"This type of high-level injury is currently only in the animal testing stage, and the treatment plan is not yet mature. It may not be curable, or the treatment effect may not be very good."

“It’s different from a simple spinal cord injury,” Fang Ziye warned in advance.

"Professor Fang, it's already a stroke of luck that I'm able to see you!"

"After being disappointed so many times in other places, at least we have seen a glimmer of hope now. In fact, everyone in the patient support group is extremely grateful to Professor Fang."

"Before the treatment and surgery, everyone was just living in a daze, but now many patients have hope."

"Paralyzed? Well, at least he's still alive."

"In reality, most of the time I live a life that's neither human nor ghost..."

“Right now, my brother doesn’t dare to stay overnight at my house. He’d rather stay in a hotel because he’s afraid he might suddenly have diarrhea at night and wouldn’t be able to handle it himself. He’d feel ashamed…”

Fang Ziye thought for a moment: "What if we're at a hotel?"

"They'll call me the next day and tell me to come!" The young man burst into laughter while crying.

“He’s always been like this. Even if I were a more normal adult, he would still be my brother and wouldn’t want me to not get enough rest.”

As he spoke, the young man dialed a number, overjoyed: "Brother, guess who I ran into?"

"Yes, it's Professor Fang. His wife is also giving birth and is in the same hospital room as Xiao Jie... Professor Fang agreed and said there would be a chance."

"Okay, call your parents. They'll probably be very happy."

"It's alright, Xiao Jie bought the postpartum meals. Tell Mom and Dad not to rush over, and we don't need a postpartum nanny for now. I'll check again later..."

Fang Ziye wasn't too moved. He had no siblings, but he had seen this kind of heartwarming scene many times, which made him feel that his persistence was even more meaningful.

It's more important to make more people laugh than for some people to not laugh as happily.

Let's calculate the quantity first! ~(End of Chapter)