Chapter 524: Don't Work in Any Industry Related to Science in the Future

How fast, Yang Zhuren thought, looking at Zhao Mengmeng, feeling something unusual in his heart.

He imagined that if it were him, he certainly wouldn't make a fuss about it and would seize the time to get this Gegan baodao done.

Regardless of whether it's submitted to a national-level journal or the *New England Journal of Medicine*, with the Gastrointestinal Surgery department head's word, the first author would belong to Ji Xiang himself.

In the future, whether for promotion or his personal resume, this would be a significant entry.

In many specific situations, a paper in a top-tier journal can even play a decisive role.

Yet Ji Xiang didn't have a single thought of hoarding his work; he even pulled Zhao Mengmeng, who was also an "Intern," to write this paper together.

The image of Ji Xiang in Yang Zhuren's mind, which had been slightly thin, seemed to become a bit more substantial, and increasingly strange as well.

"Keep busy." Yang Zhuren didn't daze off; he smiled slightly, gave Zhai Yuhan a look, and turned to leave.

Sure enough, Zhai Yuhan understood and followed Yang Zhuren to the director's office.

"Boss."

"Ji Yisheng Xiang says he wants to write a paper; you go and participate in it," Yang Zhuren said.

"Ah? A paper?" Zhai Yuhan was startled.

"A paper on rare abdominal free-floating hyaline changes. I checked, and in several decades, there have only been 14 similar papers worldwide," Yang Zhuren said. "Ji Yisheng Xiang says he wants to publish in the *New England Journal of Medicine*; I think that's impossible.

You keep an eye on it, and if there are difficulties, I can contact the editor-in-chief of the *Chinese Journal of Hepatobiliary Surgery*."

Zhai Yuhan was stunned for a moment; she knew it must be the patient from earlier that morning.

The surgery was finished so quickly, and the paper was already on the agenda?! This speed of doing things was just too efficient.

The ability to take action was fierce to the extreme.

Recalling what the boss said, Zhai Yuhan finally realized the main point.

"Boss, are you planning to help Ji Xiang publish a national-level article?"

"The young man is quite capable; I'll give him a hand," Yang Zhuren smiled, feeling slightly guilty. "You go observe, and if there are any difficulties, come find me."

"Okay," Zhai Yuhan replied.

It seemed that after a period of contact, her boss really liked Ji Xiang and was willing to help him publish a paper.

When Zhai Yuhan left the director's office, her mind was still a bit muddled.

Her boss wasn't a stingy person, but he wouldn't even look straight at ordinary graduate students. She considered herself outstanding, able to follow the boss to get some papers and stay at the hospital as a Resident Chief to work like a horse or a mule.

Even wanting to work like a horse or a mule wasn't easy; Zhai Yuhan was deeply grateful to her boss.

Ji Xiang...

It really was true; he had gained the boss's appreciation almost instantly.

Thinking about it, Zhai Yuhan smiled. It probably wasn't that Ji Xiang gained her boss's appreciation, but that gold will always shine.

With a gold nugget as big as Ji Xiang placed there, anyone who wasn't blind could see it.

Returning to the Doctor's Office, Zhai Yuhan saw that Zhao Mengmeng had already set up her laptop and started copying files into a new folder.

Zhai Yuhan briefly explained Yang Zhuren's meaning to Zhao Mengmeng and began to learn about this disease.

Zhao Mengmeng wasn't good at Clinical work, but when she faced scientific research, she displayed unparalleled combat effectiveness.

In a short time, she had found quite a lot of information. Moreover, she had already opened the computer and asked Zhai Yuhan for staff ID permissions to enter Gastrointestinal Surgery to start organizing the patient's Medical Record.

The Medical Record on the Gastrointestinal Surgery side... was written quite sloppily, to the point that even Zhao Mengmeng couldn't bear to look at it.

"I'll go ask about the medical history; we'll handle the Medical Record ourselves," Zhai Yuhan finally said.

When Zhai Yuhan returned and entered the elevator, she happened to see Ji Xiang and the Camera Crew also in the elevator.

"Doctor Xiao Ji, you're done with your side?" Zhai Yuhan revealed a smile.

"Yes, Teacher Zhai is busy?"

"The boss asked me to follow along and write the paper."

Zhai Yuhan blushed a little, but she gritted her teeth and said, "The boss said if you are planning to submit to the *Chinese Journal of Hepatobiliary Surgery*, he can help contact the editor-in-chief."

"Thank you," Ji Xiang smiled.

Thank you, what does thank you mean!

Zhai Yuhan didn't understand; she didn't know if Ji Xiang was unhappy. But observing Ji Xiang's expression carefully, she didn't see anything unusual.

"When the animation is done, Doctor Xiao Ji, please help check it over," Fan Dao said to Ji Xiang.

"Okay, please let me take a look when the time comes; I can offer some suggestions."

"It's a pity that our program doesn't seem to be able to catch up with the publication of the paper. Can we mention it in the program?" Fan Dao's assistant said regretfully.

"Sure, this isn't anything shameful. Even if the article doesn't pass review, writing papers is something doctors have to do," Ji Xiang said.

"Then I'll trouble you, Doctor Xiao Ji," Fan Dao said. "We'll record the process of writing the paper; you don't mind, do you?"

"Fan Dao, you are too polite, feel free to record. Just pay attention to the patient's privacy; recording the patient's process requires prior notice, but otherwise, there's no problem."

Everyone got off the elevator together, and Zhai Yuhan kept wondering if the task her boss arranged was a case of a hot face pressed against a cold butt.

If it were any other intern, having the boss personally arrange for them to follow along and write a paper, and having the boss promise to greet the editor-in-chief of the *Chinese Journal of Hepatobiliary Surgery*, this would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

But the person in front of her was Ji Xiang; he acted very indifferent, neither humble nor pushy, and Zhai Yuhan really didn't know what Ji Xiang was thinking.

"Doctor Xiao Ji, I suggest publishing a 3rd-tier paper first. Although the impact factor of the *Chinese Journal of Hepatobiliary Surgery* is only 1.85, it is at least a national-level journal, and it is recognized domestically. It will also be useful for future promotions to Associate Senior Physician and the like."

"Let's write it and see first." Ji Xiang glanced at Fan Dao behind him and whispered to Zhai Yuhan, "Teacher Zhai, for a medical case with only 14 documents in several decades, if it only has an impact factor of 1.85, it seems a bit too low."

"The impact factor of the *New England Journal of Medicine* is nearly 70, but the problem is it might not be published. Foreign journals have different rules for writing; I tried writing two papers, and they were both returned.

One of the editors gave me a comment that was too much; he suggested I stop working in any industry related to science in the future."

"Ha, whose editor's reply is so excessive," Ji Xiang laughed it off.

Zhai Yuhan frowned; seeing Ji Xiang insist, she couldn't say much more.

"Director, what secret code are they talking about?" Fan Dao's assistant asked.

"I don't know." Fan Dao frowned; he heard Ji Xiang and Zhai Yuhan whispering, but he couldn't understand what they were talking about at all.

"What does '3rd District' mean? And what about the impact factor? I don't understand a single word they're saying."

"Can't you find someone to ask yourself!" Fan Dao also felt a surge of irritation and snapped directly, "How is the preparation for the upcoming Outpatient Department session going?"

"Pediatrics, I've already tried my best to prepare in advance," Fan Dao's assistant said with a bitter smile.

(End of chapter)