In an office filled with books and documents,
Professor Liang sat morosely in a large office chair, his face etched with deep wrinkles, a complex emotion lingering in his eyes, and the phone in his hand already warmed by his grip.
Zhang Chunquan, he was the student to whom he had devoted the most energy!
Once, in this very office, they had argued heatedly over an experiment's data; together, in countless late nights, they had watched over instruments, waiting for the result that might change everything; he taught him to design topics hand-in-hand, guided him to contemplate the boundaries of science, and even quietly used his allowance to support him in times of financial difficulty. In his heart, Chunquan was not just a student, but more like a continuation of his academic life, a bearer of his unfulfilled ideals. He had been so sure that this exceptionally talented, hardworking young man would surpass him and become a pillar of China's future medical field.
