The Person in Charge!

Chapter 133 The Person in Charge!

Guo Ziyuan's idea was simple—

Guo Ziyuan, of course, had no idea what Ding Xianqi had encountered in his previous 16 years, what illness he had, or who the other party was.

If my master Ding Xianqi changes his scope of practice, he can't possibly run into that other person again, right?

After this incident, Guo Ziyuan believes that as long as Ding Xianqi isn't stupid, he will continue to develop his business in the field of diabetic foot.

There are so many patients with diabetic foot ulcers that Ding Xianqi can't possibly perform all the surgeries by himself.

I can't even finish all the surgeries for diabetic foot patients, so why would I take on a condition like bone defects?

My specialty is diabetic foot. I, Ding Xianqi, specialize in treating diabetic foot.

You should look for someone else who is a helpful person.

I would rather die than the poor monk.

Since Ding Xianqi is no longer doing what he currently does, he definitely won't encounter that miracle worker again.

An Yue quickly explained, "Dr. Guo, that's not what I meant. I was just afraid of you."

"We're in trouble!"

"Thank you—" Guo Ziyuan said with a light laugh, "You don't need to be nervous."

"I know in my heart whether I'll get into trouble or not."

"If that's the question you're asking, I've already given you the answer."

"It's really getting late, aren't you going home to rest?"

Guo Ziyuan picked up his phone and checked the time; it was 11:14 PM on October 31st.

In 11 minutes, it will be November.

"I'll be right back."

An Yue finally realized that the improperly placed computer was pressing on his shoulder blade, and the discomfort intensified: "Dr. Guo, if you need any help later, you can call me."

"Okay, sure!"

"Thank you," Guo Ziyuan replied readily.

The two exited the laboratory one after the other and hailed taxis at the entrance.

While waiting for the car, An Yue tilted his head slightly and asked, "Dr. Guo, do you really not have any special learning methods?"

"Your fundamentals are truly exceptionally good!"

"This is the hardest maneuver to master."

An Yue was as serious as a curious child who had encountered a top student.

"No. There are no shortcuts to learning the basics, at least I've never encountered one."

Guo Ziyuan shook his head: "If I asked you if there were any shortcuts to writing a thesis, your answer would definitely be the same."

An Yue's eyes flickered, and he smiled: "A thesis can be fabricated!"

"But the technology isn't up to par!"

As An Yue was speaking, Guo Ziyuan's phone rang.

An Yue obediently shut his mouth.

At this moment, she loosened the straps of her backpack and lifted it up. Wearing canvas shoes, she dangled her feet from side to side, swinging them back and forth, exuding youthful energy and a natural expression.

She seemed like a dutiful girlfriend waiting for her boyfriend to answer the phone.

"Master, yes, it's me, Guo Ziyuan." Guo Ziyuan answered the phone fluently.

"You're not joking, are you?" Huang Zhao, the advisor, said sharply.

Guo Ziyuan: "Master, of course I'm not joking."

"I also have some corroborating evidence myself, so I reported it to Master and you as soon as possible."

"This is what I think: I may be insignificant, but I have a master and a grandmaster."

"Especially with you, Master, around, even though I don't know anything about operations, you, sir, will take care of everything for me!"

"Of course!" Huang Zhao was extremely pleased to hear that.

The old man felt his retirement life was incomplete if he didn't actively seek out opportunities to stroll around and show off his grandson's admission to a good university.

What? You're asking me what major to choose?

Let me call and ask my old friends!

"Don't worry about it or think too much. Just go and get some rest."

"I've already notified several people, and your teacher, Ding Xianqi, has also taken leave overnight."

"We can drive to Yilan City right away," Huang Zhao said.

"Master, there's no rush. We can take the high-speed train tomorrow morning."

"It's late now, it's not safe to drive," Guo Ziyuan advised.

"That's because you're too young and don't understand, little monkey."

"Come on, you have to come right now, and you have to drive here." Huang Zhao smiled with an unusually wicked charm.

"Anyway, don't worry about it. Just do your own thing. Tomorrow, send someone to guide us. The rest is up to us!" Huang Zhao's tone seemed to carry a fighting spirit.

Despite his advanced age, he spoke as if he were leading a team into battle.

Guo Ziyuan knew all along that doing this would make the old man feel that he was not old yet and that he still had things to do, which would make him very happy!

But Huang Zhao's performance also surprised him quite a bit.

"Yes, sir. Please take care and get some rest."

"Remember to bring all your medicine, and also some clothes, the weather in Yishi has changed recently," Guo Ziyuan thoughtfully reminded him.

"Oh, the medicine, the clothes. Okay!"

"I'll buy more clothes!"

"Send me your measurements too, and I'll buy you a few sets so you'll be presentable when you meet people," Huang Zhao said magnanimously.

"That won't do, Master," Guo Ziyuan said.

Huang Zhao: "That's a must, Guo Ziyuan, you can't mess around or disagree with this."

"Dressing appropriately and elegantly is the most basic respect for others, and this is especially important in formal occasions."

"Well, don't take what your master told you about the special exam to heart."

"We'll talk about this later!"

"What is this 'random special exam'?"

Guo Ziyuan:

Got it.

This is the advantage of formal training.

Above the master is the grandmaster, and if you're lucky, you might even see the grandmaster.

If these people are just old and not dead yet, you can win their favor.

If you want to succeed in this industry, it's no worse than marrying into a powerful family or being a son-in-law.

After hanging up the phone, Guo Ziyuan looked at Anyue with a conflicted expression.

"Dr. An, my mentor told me to find someone to guide them."

An Yue nodded and replied respectfully, "I can do it, Dr. Guo."

"Anyway, I feel that I've learned almost everything I needed to learn in the control room."

"I can show Professor Huang and the others the way."

An Yue still wore her hair in a bun today, with light makeup, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, and her lower eyelids were shy.

To be honest, if An Yue had been this generous when she first met Guo Ziyuan, Guo Ziyuan wouldn't have had any reservations about her.

But An Yue immediately refused to talk about anything, including dating or making advances. You tell me, he turned Guo Ziyuan into a bootlicker in one fell swoop.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"Once you're in Yishi, you have to respect the rules here," Guo Ziyuan explained.

Actually, Guo Ziyuan was just reluctant to give up his skill points.

An Yue nodded earnestly. After nearly a month of being immersed in the environment, she gradually learned how to integrate into Yishi City: "Dr. Guo, you know so much." An Yue praised her sincerely.

Guo Ziyuan smiled and said, "When my presence was weaker before, I could only rely on reading people's expressions to figure out how to survive."

"Unlike you, a natural-born academic star with an innate social aura."

An Yue pursed his lips and stopped talking, even shifting his gaze a few inches to the side.

When Guo Ziyuan returned to his rented room, it was already past midnight.

After sitting down, Guo Ziyuan promptly replied to his master, Ding Xianqi: "Master, thank you for your hard work."

"I wouldn't dare to deliberately hide something this big."

"Actually, two days earlier, An Yue and I discovered the phenomenon of ulcers healing in the animal laboratory, but at that time it was just an isolated case."

The advisor, Huang Zhao, specially hired a driver.

Ding Xianqi, who wasn't driving, replied, "If what you say is true, then it's not exactly hard work."

"But if you're joking about something like this, I'll be so angry I'll die."

"It's getting late, you should get some rest."

"Master is so biased! How can a teacher stay up all night to travel?"

Guo Ziyuan said, "The candle burns until it's ash, and the tears never dry. Master, thank you."

"Hehe—" Ding Xianqi uttered a pleasant interjection.

When Guo Ziyuan saw that Ding Xianqi did not reply, he went straight to take a shower and go to bed.

Although Guo Ziyuan, who works 867 hours a day, can be late and take leave, the skill points he earns in the control room are his greatest source of survival in the future.

He was in the control room, thoroughly enjoying himself and completely forgetting about home.

As long as there is visible progress, everyone can make the most of their diligence.

The next day, Guo Ziyuan got up at 6:40 a.m.

When I was cleaning up my messages, I found that my master, Ding Xianqi, and An Yue had each left me messages.

The drive from Han City to Yi City is not far, and the advisor and his men arrived in Yi City around four in the morning.

An Yue is indeed a workaholic. After agreeing to be the guide, he probably set an alarm or stayed up all night to contact Ding Xianqi and others in advance.

By now, they had already entered the animal laboratory.

What happens next is unknown.

Ding Xianqi's message was even simpler: "Xiao Guo, where did you find such a good girl?"

Ding Xianqi sent the message at 5:12 AM.

Guo Ziyuan was still asleep at the time, so he pretended that he hadn't seen it for the time being.

Afterwards, Guo Ziyuan took his breakfast directly to the emergency department's operating room break room at Yicheng Central Hospital and enjoyed it all by himself.

Today is the day of the clinical duty shift for Associate Chief Physician Zheng Chongyue.

Guo Ziyuan was just finishing his meal when Zheng Chongyue pushed open the door to the lounge, with another person behind him.

"Dr. Guo, this is my brother."

"My brother came here specifically to thank you. My uncle can be discharged from the hospital today."

As Zheng Chongyue was speaking, a middle-aged man a few years older than Zheng Chongyue, who looked similar to him, quickly stepped forward to shake hands: "Dr. Guo, I'm here again."

"Attorney Zheng! You're too kind." Guo Ziyuan had met Zheng Chongling a few times and knew that Zheng Chongling was a lawyer working in Wuhan.

"Actually, I wasn't much of a help—"

Zheng Chongling smiled and released Guo Ziyuan's hand: "Dr. Guo, you can say whatever you want. I already have a scale in my heart."

"Whenever you have some free time, Dr. Guo, you must give me the opportunity to host a banquet in person."

"As the saying goes, forgiving others brings peace of mind. Dr. Guo and I only met by chance, and I believe Dr. Guo wouldn't want me to go back to work with a grudge, would he?"

This is a smart social person.

Zheng Chongyue quickly said, "Dr. Guo, there's no time like the present, let's do it today."

"If you don't agree, I'll have a knot in my heart."

"The situation that day was indeed due to my failure to prepare a contingency plan —"

Guo Ziyuan pursed his lips and said, "Director Zheng, it's fine at other times, but it really won't work these next few days."

"Dr. Guo, could you set a time? How about next week?"

"Let's have a meal together and have some fun."

"In my brother's words, if you take the time to eat, it will give us a chance to feel at ease," Zheng Chongyue said, remaining proactive.

Guo Ziyuan had no choice but to agree: "Then next week, thank you Director Zheng."

In the animal laboratory, Ding Xianqi carried a professional camera and kept snapping photos along the way.

From every angle, in every part, and as a whole.

With each shake, Ding Xianqi's hand seemed to worsen, trembling even more.

Shortness of breath.

In the laboratory, Huang Zhao and two other middle-aged men put on disposable sterile surgical gowns and sat around the operating table, carefully observing the local ulcers on the rabbits.

Suddenly, Huang Zhao noticed Ding Xianqi's trembling hand and chuckled indulgently, scolding, "Look at how useless you are."

"They can't keep their composure at all!"

Ding Xianqi had already made too many calculations in his mind the moment the teacher spoke.

My mentor Huang Zhao is already old, and Guo Ziyuan is still young. The treatment of diabetic foot ulcers is a huge challenge.

Guo Ziyuan has no other entanglements.

The only person capable of taking charge is Ding Xianqi.

"You should learn from Xiao Guo; he's so meticulous in his words and actions."

"How did he manage to keep all the profits within the family?!" Huang Zhao reminded him again.

In an instant, Ding Xianqi froze, as if the icy cold of the Milky Way had poured down his spine, instantly bringing him back to his senses.

What has Guo Ziyuan done?

No formal procedures, no doctoral supervisor selection.

I chose Ding Xianqi.

What does it mean?

There could be many purposes.

But perhaps the biggest purpose is to keep the benefits within the family!

Guo Ziyuan didn't just propose the research direction of diabetic foot now; he had already mentioned it as a promising path back at Huang Zhao's home.

Guo Ziyuan may have had the idea for a long time, but he just hasn't had time to put it into practice yet.

Ding Xianqi is fine, Guo Ziyuan keeps feeding him, but he's trying to get rid of the pressure on him. He's the one who pushed Guo Ziyuan away.

All sorts of things.

Ding Xianqi now truly feels that Guo Ziyuan has had a tough time —

At this time, Guo Ziyuan was still fighting alone.

Besides Guo Ziyuan himself, even Ding Xianqi is an assassin.

Huang Zhao had already turned around and focused on the rabbit again. Ding Xianqi felt his mouth was dry and his emotions and expressions became extremely complicated.

Regret, guilt, heartache, relief —

It turns out that Xiao Guo didn't want to acknowledge his teacher, and that's why he had this thought.

Guo Ziyuan is young, and Ding Xianqi is just a junior in clinical practice. They don't even have enough to eat themselves, so they really can't share the pie with others.

Did I become a good mentor?

You need to be a good mentor.

Having figured all this out, Ding Xianqi, the "diabetic foot ulcer expert," picked up his camera and continued snapping photos from various angles.

"Xiao Mo, depth measuring rod!"

Huang Zhao shouted arrogantly at this moment.

The man named "Xiao Mo" glanced at Huang Zhao, but still obediently handed the depth measuring rod to Huang Zhao, his gaze resentful.

I'm fifty-eight, Teacher Huang.

However, you're almost seventy-five, so there's nothing wrong with calling me Xiao Mo.

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