Chapter 224: Doctoral Graduation

As for the matter of Qiu Shui and Xiao Hong, Wang Yan was quite innocent. Xiao Hong threw herself at him, and he himself wasn't a good person, so he couldn't be blamed for putting a hat on Qiu Shui. The key was that he didn't force her; it was consensual, so what was wrong with it? After all, Qiu Shui didn't mess around outside, so Xiao Hong wouldn't have made up her mind to find him.

Xiao Hong throwing herself at him this time showed she was truly going to break with Qiu Shui, and it was thanks to him, Wang Mou, spending energy to shift the conflict; otherwise, they would have been in real trouble this time.

In the following period, Wang Yan's daily rhythm of life involved taking turns accompanying Zhao Yingnan and Yang Yue. He spent a small amount of time handling business for his company outside, grasping the direction, and spent most of his time on learning medicine.

Of course, since he had already shared a bed with Xiao Hong, and his, Wang Mou's, skills were so memorable, occasionally Xiao Hong would take the initiative to call him to "do that" to enhance their friendship, putting a hat on Qiu Shui. And with Wang Yan's mediation, the quarrels between Qiu Shui and Xiao Hong were much fewer, and Xiao Hong was more tolerant, making things much more harmonious...

Because Wang Yan himself progressed extremely fast, the undergraduate stuff was nothing to him. In fact, it hadn't been difficult for a long time, but he wasn't used to the identity of a genius student. Coupled with the fact that he was a direct-entry doctoral student, he subconsciously ignored skipping grades, which was the exclusive domain of geniuses, and still attended classes and studied according to the schedule.

After reacting, at the beginning of the fourth academic year, Wang Yan found Zhao Xinglin.

Seeing the most outstanding young man in front of him, Zhao Xinglin poured a cup of water and placed it on the table: "Sit. You're usually a busy person, and you don't visit without a reason. What's the matter with finding me this time?"

After Wang Yan nodded and thanked him, he sat on the stool: "Teacher Zhao, I want to apply for early undergraduate graduation."

"Oh?" Zhao Xinglin looked at Wang Yan in surprise: "You are an eight-year direct-entry doctoral student, and your progress is already very fast. I admit you are a genius, but we are in medicine. If your foundation isn't solid and your basics aren't firm, that's being irresponsible to people's lives."

"I know these things, but Teacher Zhao, my professional grades are all number one, and I have full marks in several subjects. As for internships, I believe Teacher Zhao and other teachers have seen it all." Wang Yan said: "I believe these grades are enough to prove my foundation."

Wang Yan was indeed outstanding, which Zhao Xinglin had to admit. He thought for a moment and said: "If you really want to graduate early, I think your hope is quite high, but professional courses are easy to talk about; the main thing is the thesis. It's already September, and preparing the thesis will take at least a month. If you graduate early, it won't be easy to connect with your graduate studies..."

"Teacher Zhao, I have a good relationship with those graduate supervisors and doctoral supervisors during my internship at the hospital, so it shouldn't be a big problem. I don't need to worry about this point."

Zhao Xinglin nodded: "Since that's the case, I'll help you apply. But I won't give you a guarantee; I can't say whether it will succeed or not."

"Teacher Zhao, thank you for your trouble. It doesn't matter if it succeeds or not. I'll treat you to good wine when the time comes."

"That has to be good wine." Knowing Wang Yan's conditions were good, Zhao Xinglin didn't refuse, joked, and waved his hand: "Alright, nothing else, go back. I'll notify you when there's a result."

Wang Yan nodded and said goodbye.

At lunch, Wang Yan told the two girls about his application for early undergraduate graduation. Hmm... although they knew Wang Yan was very impressive, hearing this news, Zhao Yingnan and Yang Yue still couldn't hide their admiration for their man.

Zhao Yingnan said: "If the application passes, you'll have to focus on preparing for your thesis defense, right?"

"Not necessarily, it won't reach that point. I'll still do what I need to do; I just won't attend classes."

Yang Yue asked: "What are your plans for the future?"

"Normal development, what other plans could there be." Wang Yan looked at her: "Are you talking about going abroad?"

Seeing her nod, Wang Yan asked Zhao Yingnan: "Do you want to go abroad?"

Zhao Yingnan's eyes swept between Wang Yan and Yang Yue twice, and she lowered her head to eat a bite of food: "Of course it's good to go abroad for further studies."

"I told her before that we would go abroad after finishing our master's." Wang Yan said: "It's still the same now. After you two finish your master's, the three of us will go out together to study for a doctorate."

"But don't you two consider studying for an MBA or something? After all, our family business is so big, and it will only get bigger in the future. Doing business is also not bad."

"I'll pass. Xiao Yue, what about you?" Zhao Yingnan turned to look at Yang Yue beside her.

"I'll think about it again. There are still three years left, so it won't be too late to talk about it then."

"Alright, if you don't want to do it, don't do it. It's no big deal; it's quite good as it is now. If you have nothing to do, learn some English. Whether you pass the exam or not is secondary; you'll have to live there for a period of time in the future. Alright, eat."

Two unremarkable days passed, and on the third day, the result came out. After research and decision by the college leadership, Wang Yan was allowed to take the graduation exam and thesis defense early, and he was given a month to prepare his thesis.

Once the news came out, it was indeed a small sensation. Not to mention the freshmen who hadn't returned from the military camp, the sophomores, juniors, seniors, and graduate students in school were truly shocked.

With the spread of the news, Wang Yan's deeds were dug up once again. Strong physical fitness, practiced martial arts, fought eight people at once. During military training, a military song was promoted throughout the army and appeared on the Spring Festival Gala. Professional grades were all number one, far ahead of the second place. During his internship, he could directly perform diagnoses in the clinic and even act as an assistant in the operating room. Plus, he had money and connections.

It was spread more and more miraculously, and the "legend" was well interpreted in Wang Yan's person.

Having heard countless genius cases since childhood, it happened by their side today, so it was certainly fresh. Thinking about the thick stack of books on their own tables that needed to be memorized, and thinking about how he was graduating a year early, envy and jealousy arose. Of course, there was no hatred; after all, the gap was too large, and they couldn't hate him.

People in the same dormitory as Wang Yan were relatively better off; after all, Hou Pu, Xin Yi, and others had long been beaten into habit and had a certain resistance. After asking about the specific graduation regulations, thesis topics, and whether they would still live in the same room later, they got an affirmative answer, so they did their own thing and didn't disturb Wang Yan.

Living together was certain, after all, Wang Yan hadn't officially started working after doctoral graduation, so he wouldn't be assigned other accommodation. At this time, even the best medical college hadn't reached the configuration of later years, and their dormitory was already a bug-high configuration that didn't fit the development of the era.

The heat couldn't last long, and it went down in two days. Wang Yan also started preparing for the thesis proposal and other matters.

The professional course exams were certainly no problem, and the credits were basically completed. As for the thesis, Wang Yan wasn't doing research but professional clinical practice. Although he had several theses in his brain that were of sufficient level, it was a bit of a sledgehammer to crack a nut. For an undergraduate graduation thesis, he only needed to be above standard, which wasn't a problem for him. He could even get it done in two days, let alone a month.

The graduate supervisor mentioned before was even less of a problem. Not to mention that he was outstanding enough, even if he just licked his feet, he could get up, so it was easy.

Thus, a month later, Wang Yan successfully graduated from undergraduate studies and turned to follow a graduate supervisor at the Medical Science Academy, which was integrated with Renhe Medical College. His supervisor was the director of surgery and a professor at the academy, absolutely a big shot who was qualified to bring doctoral students. Wang Yan would also follow him until doctoral graduation, which was quite convenient. He just had a drink with that supervisor, and the other party was also very busy and didn't have much time to deal with him, basically leaving him to his own devices.

Wang Yan himself was a professional master's student. Except for a small amount of time spent doing experiments in the laboratory and preparing to write his thesis, he basically spent his time in clinical rotation learning in the hospital department.

In terms of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Wang Yan had practiced in the imperial hospital he established in the previous Spring Blade world. After all, TCM emphasizes experience, and without practical operation, he wouldn't have reached the level 5 level. It was just that his current identity background had a TCM family, but due to the modern background, he couldn't use TCM means to diagnose and prescribe medicine, and Renhe Hospital didn't have a TCM clinic.

So he used connections to contact the big shots at the Beijing University of Chinese Medicine, and after some operations, he got an endorsement and had the qualification to practice medicine. Of course, even with the qualification, it was a waste; his level was high but his rank was low, and he didn't dare to challenge the big brothers at Renhe Hospital. It didn't matter whether he could practice TCM at Renhe or not; what mattered was establishing the label of TCM proficiency. When he could practice medicine independently in the future, using some TCM means wouldn't be a problem.

And ever since the clinical rotation in the department, he himself was a player who worked hard, so he basically lived in the hospital, busy and energetic every day. Only during daily breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and a small amount of time, could he accompany Zhao Yingnan and Yang Yue. As for Xiao Hong, that was even less worth mentioning; he wouldn't even bother with her if he wasn't working.

However, although the frequency of Wang Yan's mediation had decreased quite a bit—it was occasional—Qiu Shui and Xiao Hong didn't break up every other day as before.

Wang Yan thought that on one hand, it was because Xiao Hong felt guilty, and on the other hand, under the premise of the former, Xiao Hong appropriately relaxed her requirements for Qiu Shui. The specific scale was roughly that Qiu Shui's lace news still existed from time to time, but Xiao Hong raised it high and lowered it gently every time they quarreled, giving Qiu Shui full trust...

Thus, the sun and moon rotated without stopping, and Wang Yan worked hard to accumulate practical experience in Western medicine in the hospital.

In a year and a half, Wang Yan graduated from graduate school half a year early, during which he published several papers on Chinese and Western medicine, making him somewhat famous. For his final graduate graduation thesis, Wang Yan took the key points from those he had memorized in his brain, patched them up himself, and sent them directly to the internationally renowned medical journal, The Lancet, becoming a rising star in the domestic medical field.

As for those top-tier journals and top-tier awards, Wang Yan was quite unconvinced. Under the rules of the Western world, there was a certain degree of unfairness, and to be honest, they were of no great use. Once the level was reached, there was no need for any magazine or award recognition; that was just a "der."

Not to mention anything else, with his peak master-level TCM proficiency that was supreme in the world, if he really wrote a professional thesis, who could understand it? Were they worthy of giving him an award? Giving him any honorary recognition?

It was just that due to the Industrial Revolution, the existing natural science and modern medical systems were rooted in Western culture. Including learning English, it was the same; many things were proper nouns, and there were problems like water and soil incompatibility after translation, as well as the deep-rooted nature of early days, which caused all kinds of things now.

In fact, in the previous modern world, it wasn't that Wang Yan hadn't set up professional forums and journals; after all, he always had a large number of scientific researchers under him. But the responders were always few, and the influence wasn't very good, and that was still with him throwing money at it.

The main thing is the foundation. Compared to other world-class authoritative journals, no one recognizes what he produces, and even if they recognize it, they don't approve of it. If it weren't for the money, no one would publish papers with him. Moreover, the country itself has them, and it's redundant for him to raise one.

Of course, the bottom line is that it's backward. Most of the top academic achievements are researched by others. We are working hard to catch up. It's useless to produce a journal to compete with others; it's all superficial work. If the day comes when the top academic achievements are all researched by China, needless to say, China's academic journals will be the top-tier ones.

And the reason why it took a year and a half to graduate with a master's degree was mainly because his department rotations were incomplete and his hard indicators weren't enough; otherwise, he could have graduated long ago.

After graduating with a master's degree, Wang Yan spent another year and a half to graduate with a doctorate, also because of the hard indicators. After all, he was in clinical practice; if his foundation wasn't enough and he used half-filled water to treat people, that would really be a few "sorry"s.

And after he graduated, he naturally stayed at Renhe Hospital as a resident doctor. He wasn't arranged to the inpatient department; that would be a waste of talent. Because Wang Yan's past grades proved that he was qualified, could treat illnesses, and could let the leadership rest assured in his treatment, so he was directly arranged to the outpatient clinic.

Wang Mouren successfully became Dr. Wang. There was already a small photo of Dr. Wang on the wall outside the hospital's outpatient building. Although it was very small, and although if one couldn't get an appointment with other doctors or experts, no one would look for a twenty-four-year-old resident doctor to see a doctor...

In the process, there were of course opportunities for government-sponsored study abroad. With his strength and the good reputation he gained from flattery, he was naturally the first choice. It's just that because he wanted to go out with Zhao Yingnan and Yang Yue, he gave up the opportunity. He clearly told the college leadership that he wouldn't waste national resources and would study abroad for further education at his own expense in the future.

It was recognized by the college that Wang Yan had money, and most of them even knew how he had it. They were envious, jealous, and hateful of Wang Yan's genius—after all, no one thinks they have too much money, right? Not to mention that after Wang Yan had surplus money, he also donated a sum in the name of the company for school construction.

Renhe Hospital is a proper unit directly under the Health Commission, and according to regulations, it cannot engage in business. However, there are always more ways than difficulties, and there are plenty of ways to circumvent them. Although the upper leadership all knew that the company was Wang Yan's, they couldn't do anything to him legally.

And most importantly, Wang Yan's company didn't engage in the pharmaceutical industry; the most excessive thing was a health supplement business. It didn't conflict with his identity as a doctor at all, not to mention using his position in the hospital for personal gain—there wasn't a single flaw.

Speaking of the company, after several years of development, it could be considered to have stood up. The name was naturally the "Long Teng" he had used for many years, spanning industries such as the Internet, software and hardware, light and heavy manufacturing, real estate, and logistics, all of which had a certain scale. Although he had been remotely commanding for so many years, with his management art, experience, insight, and methods, no matter how big the company was, it was like using a cannon to hit a mosquito.

It is worth mentioning that Wang Yan started the health supplement business, which was selling his secret pills. The name was very vulgar: "Strong Body." It was simple and direct; one knew what it was for as soon as they heard it. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that it was easy to overthink, he would have wanted to call it "Strong Foundation." Compared to that, this one was more vivid. His medicine was to strengthen roots and bones and build a foundation.

At the same time, he established a scientific research laboratory outside and recruited a group of domestic and foreign doctors to research the finished medicine work of the secret medicine. This wasn't as easy as imagined. Condensing medicine into pills already reduced the efficacy, and then making it into a finished medicine—after a series of operations such as extraction and synthesis of effective ingredients, it was questionable whether it was the same thing. Although it was far less difficult than the universal improvement of secret medicine, it was a serious big job.

While selling the Strong Body pills, he could also explore the path and absorb experience. Although the starting volume was far different, the goal was the same; it was just a matter of time. Including pill pricing, customer positioning, medicine farmer support, and the corresponding issue of cultivating medicine farmers in poverty-stricken areas to alleviate poverty, he used a set of mature models as soon as he reached that point in the real world.

As for poverty alleviation and charity work, Wang Yan had always been doing it, but most of it was charity activities for children, including funding for children in welfare homes, schooling and nutrition issues for children in remote and poverty-stricken areas, support teaching, and the treatment of local rural teachers, and so on.

He didn't like building schools much; after all, the teaching staff wasn't enough, and it would be a waste even if there were schools. He directly donated a road to school. Although it cost more, it was a thing that killed many birds with one stone. It not only solved the hardship of children climbing mountains and crossing ridges to go to school but also solved the worry of remote mountain villages not being able to get out or in.

As for those lonely elderly people in nursing homes, it's still the same sentence: the value of children is far greater than those lonely elderly people, that's all.

In the blink of an eye, three years had passed, and it was June 1998.

Wang Yan had graduated with a doctorate, and Zhao Yingnan, Yang Yue, as well as Xin Yi, Hou Pu, and a group of other classmates would also graduate with master's degrees in two months.

Catching a holiday break, at eight o'clock in the evening, Wang Yan carried a pile of things to the boys' dormitory from before. He had graduated and officially started working, and had already moved from the dormitory to the staff dormitory. He had a small room to himself, and the conditions were quite good. But even if they were good, they didn't catch up to the treatment of Gu Ming's international student dormitory, which had a kitchen and a living room...

Opening the door and going in, he scanned the room and saw all six people were there. The extra one was Gu Ming. Because they were about to graduate with master's degrees, they had to prepare for thesis defense and case analysis, so they had been coming back quite early recently. Gu Ming came over to find the atmosphere; he also felt it was boring staying in that house by himself.

"Are you all busy?"

Hou Pu was the first to grin and stand up to welcome him: "Yo, welcome back to your home. Look at you, so polite, you didn't come empty-handed when returning to your own home. Did you know we've been using our brains too much lately and want to give us a supplement?" As he spoke, he walked to Wang Yan in a few steps and took the things from Wang Yan's hands.

"Stop being so cheap." Wang Yan kicked Hou Pu with a smile and greeted: "Come, come, come, all stop for a moment. Brother has sent you warmth again. Hurry up and eat while it's hot. Qiu Shui, don't just stand there, join in, join in."

Without Wang Yan needing to say much, the others had already surrounded him. Qiu Shui nodded, smiled at Wang Yan, and joined in.

For these three years, Qiu Shui and Xiao Hong had been doing quite well, and even Qiu Shui's mother had accepted Xiao Hong. Of course, there was no way if she didn't accept her; he was the only son, after all...

Huang Qi was eating and asked: "Wang Yan, I heard you and Zhao Yingnan are going to study abroad in the United States?"

He was still with Liu Tingting now, and Wang Yan was quite impressed by this. They had never met once, and they had maintained it until now by relying on phone calls and intercontinental letters. It wasn't that he hadn't heard the malicious speculation of a group of classmates, but Huang Qi just held on like that—he was a seed of infatuation.

"That's right, we'll go after graduation. Did Zhao Yingnan say that?"

Xin Yi tilted his head toward Du Zhong beside him: "With that person from their family and You Yue there, do you think there's anything we don't know?"

Du Zhong was also a bit embarrassed. They had been together for five years, and Gu Xiaoman was good at everything, except for that mouth... Of course, he still had to defend her a little: "Wasn't that still said by Zhao Yingnan? Really..."

Huang Qi said gloomily: "I really envy you. Not only are your studies good, you graduated with a doctorate two years early, but you can also go abroad to study with the person you like..."

Hou Pu patted him: "So there was jealousy before, but now it's gone?"

Du Zhong sighed: "Brother Yan's gap with us is too big; we can only envy him. But Brother Yan, sometimes I really want to slice you up and study you to see how your brain grew. Studies are good, business is powerful, and the social skills of building relationships are so refined. It's really..."

This wasn't wrong. For so many years, they hadn't asked Wang Yan to do things many times, and there wasn't anything he couldn't get done. Not only in the school, but outside was also useful—it was just that tough.

Wang Yan kicked Du Zhong angrily: "Your guts are quite big, you're asking for a beating."

Du Zhong bowed to dodge, grinned, and didn't care at all.

Hou Pu said: "But seriously, Wang Yan, when you get there, see if there are any local specialties and mail some back for us to taste the food of the land of freedom."

"Then do you want to breathe the air of the land of freedom too?"

Hou Pu nodded seriously: "If possible, that would be even better."

Gu Ming said: "Actually, America isn't as good as you imagine."

He had stayed for a few years, watching Beijing change every day, and it already had the look of an international metropolis, so his mentality had changed accordingly. Although overall, he still didn't look up to it much...

Huang Qi curled his lips: "Your home is there, of course you don't feel it. Can't those girls around you explain something?"

Gu Ming chuckled and stopped talking, lowering his head to eat meat. He really wasn't lacking girls...