Chapter 173: Single-handedly Turning the World Upside Down

The Intelligent Cadaver Teacher's exquisite face came into view, and Ji Xiang sighed.

Is this an Anatomical Teacher? It's more like a doll.

However, Ji Xiang didn't think Feng Yuqing had any malicious intent or was playing a prank; he believed this was a girl's fondness for dolls.

It seemed to be modeled after a young heartthrob, and Ji Xiang reached out to pinch "his" cheek.

The texture was alright, but it was still inferior to the Simulated Human in the System Operating Room.

Moving the Intelligent Cadaver Teacher out, Ji Xiang looked at the thing in silence, his mind drifting to the Bride of Chucky.

Although the young heartthrob's face and physique were excellent, Ji Xiang was not interested in it.

After looking at it and finding nothing novel, Ji Xiang casually set the Intelligent Cadaver Teacher aside and covered it with the cloth from the box.

After washing up, Ji Xiang entered the System Space.

"Teacher, I'm here."

"Hmm." The System NPC nodded.

"Teacher, I'm accompanying Liu Zhuren on a Flying Knife this weekend, as I told you yesterday, but today I had some new thoughts regarding Zhao Yisheng's project."

Ji Xiang told the System NPC all the gossip he had heard from Emergency Department doctor Meng Qingfei, along with some of his own sudden insights.

"Teacher, does true scientific research always require time to refine?"

"Of course," the System NPC said. "It's not mathematics; in this world, only basic disciplines like mathematics don't need verification once the correct answer is calculated. Other disciplines all require technology and a large number of samples for testing."

"Mathematics..."

"Do you know the Smale Paradox?" the System NPC suddenly asked a strange question.

"I don't," Ji Xiang said honestly.

"Three-Body, you've read it, right?"

"I have."

"There is a passage in Three-Body that describes a woman who, due to the energy influence of a dimension-reduction fragment, can reach into a human brain with her bare hands. The Smale Paradox long ago proved the feasibility of this behavior—turning a sphere inside out, making the inside the outside and the outside the inside."

"Is this high-dimensional technology?"

"More or less. Mathematics is generally several hundred years ahead of other disciplines; I'm not an expert in this area either," the System NPC said. "That said, we in the medical field must have a wide range of samples to provide data to prove feasibility."

"That Doctor Zhao you mentioned is doing quite well."

Ji Xiang deeply agreed with the System NPC's words.

"Teacher, his paper still hasn't been published, and I find it very strange."

"What's strange about that? The people writing the guidelines haven't written it, and there's no consensus in the academic world, so what he's doing is heresy. Let alone a major paper, even a case analysis wouldn't pass. Besides, editors probably wouldn't even look at something written by an unknown, minor doctor."

"The Lancet, a journal standing at the pinnacle of the world, should have an eye for it, right?"

"Perhaps, but domestic doctors have limited English proficiency, and when writing papers, their writing style doesn't conform to the reading habits of the reviewers; many articles get stuck right there," the System NPC said.

"Teacher, your foreign language skills must be very high."

"A foreign language is a weapon in the struggle of life," the System NPC said indifferently.

"That quote from Marx?"

"Hmm." The System NPC stood with hands behind his back and back arched. "In Vietnamese, it is: Ngoại ngữ là vũ khí trong cuộc tranh đấu cuộc sống."

"!!!"

"In Arabic, it is..."

"In Korean, it is..."

"..."

"..."

The System NPC switched through 12 languages.

"In Japanese, it is: A foreign language is a weapon in the struggle of life."

"In Hebrew, it is..."

Ji Xiang was shocked by the System NPC's super-flexing behavior; for a moment, he even thought the System NPC was just a translation machine.

"Teacher, why did you master so many foreign languages?" Ji Xiang asked in surprise.

"To argue," the System NPC said indifferently.

"..."

"In academic matters, you must argue to get the correct answer. For example, when I was young, there was an academic theory that cutting the internal thoracic nerve could treat coronary heart disease; it was quite popular at the time."

"Uh... that works too?" Ji Xiang was stunned.

"It was a relatively mature theory at the time, and although it lacked support from large-scale sample data, the academic world all believed it was correct."

"The first time I attended an international academic discussion, I ended up in an argument with them because of this."

"Ha, you argue too?" Ji Xiang laughed, feeling particularly interested.

In Ji Xiang's heart, the System NPC was refined, easygoing, and kind; he never expected...

"I told you the superior doctor's gaze was copied from my habits when I was young," the System NPC laughed. "I was young then, with a fiery temper; whenever I was dissatisfied or saw something I didn't like, I went straight into battle!"

"If I didn't master so many foreign languages, the translators would try to soften my insults as much as possible—how could that be allowed!"

"Teacher, you even curse at people?!" Ji Xiang asked in surprise.

In his mind, the System NPC was a kind and gentle old man.

"I even throw hands!" the System NPC said. "You'll know the cruelty of academic battle later; every time an academic theory is overturned, it means a large number of people researching and applying that theory lose their jobs."

"When your rice bowl is smashed and your livelihood is cut off, how can you not fight? 'You're good, I'm good, everyone's good'? Impossible."

Battle.

Ji Xiang was, after all, a young man; he was ignited by this word.

He imagined the System NPC attending his first international academic conference back in the day, a young doctor facing world-class titans alone, single-handedly turning the whole world upside down!

Ji Xiang's blood was already boiling.

"Take it slow, Doctor Xiao Ji," the System NPC said.

"Understood." Ji Xiang nodded earnestly, then suddenly remembered something, "Teacher, a friend gave me an Intelligent Cadaver Teacher; is it useful?"

"Use it first, otherwise it would be such a waste," the System NPC said. "You can do dissections when you have free time."

"Understood."

Ji Xiang chatted with the System NPC for a while, cleared his doubts, and began surgical training.

After his Basic Endurance Value was once again completely exhausted, Ji Xiang left the System Operating Room.

Through continuous training, Ji Xiang felt his hand speed had increased again, and combined with his understanding of anatomy, his hand speed was now at its peak.

Such hand speed must absolutely not be used on the operating table.

Performing surgery isn't just about being fast; the main thing is stability! Stability like an old dog!

But Ji Xiang was a young man after all, and he had an ingrained pursuit of his own limits. He prepared to go out and try it with the Intelligent Cadaver Teacher.

"Teacher, I'm heading out."

"Mm," the System NPC said. "That Doctor Zhao you mentioned, if he wants to publish in The Lancet, have him summarize the data and I will polish it."

"Huh?"

"I used to be one of the reviewers for The Lancet," the System NPC said. "I know their habits like the back of my hand. As I said, some writing styles are different from how things are said domestically and are a bit awkward. If a domestic doctor writes it, the editors over there will almost never look at it."

(End of chapter)