Chapter 533

After finishing this segment, the camera pulled back to the Review Room, and then the disgusting commercials began to play.

"Xiao Ji really has a heart of gold, with twenty backup plans," said Liu Zhuren.

"This kid, he doesn't even forget to write a paper while recording a variety show."

Bai Chuzhang didn't say much more; he turned his head back, sat down, and continued watching the program.

There were only ten minutes left, and there were still commercials, but the hype had already been built up; even though Bai Chuzhang knew this was intentional by the production team, he had to keep watching.

However, this feeling of being force-fed shit was not good, and their impression of the production team dropped by a few points.

"Lao Bai, what is there to see in this? If it's about publishing a paper, he certainly can't publish in one with a high impact factor. It's only been a few days; whether he can even write it is another matter."

Liu Zhuren was already starting to get impatient.

Bai Chuzhang looked at Liu Zhuren with a gaze as if looking at an idiot.

Liu Zhuren immediately recalled the incident where Ji Xiang brought out the *The Lancet* supplement at the last moment during the provincial natural science selection.

Bai Chuzhang didn't mock his old friend; he took out his phone and began searching online.

"Hey, you're really taking this seriously," said Liu Zhuren. "I reckon some Expert at the Affiliated Hospital contacted a national-level journal. Although being able to publish in a national-level journal is already not bad, Xiao Ji certainly won't be satisfied."

"Don't even think about it, he just got lucky with that *The Lancet* supplement."

"By the way, Lao Bai, you say this case is just a Gegan baodao, where could it be published?"

Liu Zhuren was rambling on, but Bai Chuzhang quickly raised his phone and placed it in front of Liu Zhuren.

"This is..."

Liu Zhuren's English was average, but the words "The New England Journal of Medicine" hit his heart like a volley of bullets.

"*The New England Journal of Medicine*?!"

Commercials wouldn't last forever; although the commercial time had clearly lengthened as the program became popular, there was always a moment when they ended.

After enduring the commercials, the program continued.

Zhao Mengmeng was writing the first draft, and Ji Xiang was responsible for reviewing it.

A lot of content was clearly edited out here, but this segment was too professional; let alone ordinary people, even a Clinical veteran like Liu Zhuren couldn't make sense of it.

Click, email sent.

The camera switched, and an email was received.

In the Review Room, the Guangtou Zhuchiren tilted his mouth and asked, "Professor Shen, what is the status of *The New England Journal of Medicine* magazine in your industry?"

Professor Shen began to explain the impact factor of the paper, and through an intuitive comparison of data, the contrast between a national-level document with an impact factor of less than 5 and *The New England Journal of Medicine* magazine with an impact factor of nearly 70 made it clear at a glance which was stronger and which was weaker.

Zhao Tianjiao watched an episode in silence; after four episodes, he had slowly accepted reality.

Ji Xiang was very strong, very impressive, but it had nothing to do with him.

However, as the program reached its end, the directing team detonated the final big bomb they had buried, and Zhao Tianjiao was also blown to pieces.

"Isn't it just New England," Zhao Tianjiao said, deliberately putting on a disdainful expression. "Comparing impact factors... documents or whatever are fine as long as they're enough."

Zhao Yuanzhang glanced at his son and said indifferently, "A Kidney expert from Tiannan Province was elected to the Chinese Academy of Sciences back in the day because he published an article in *The New England Journal of Medicine*."

"..." Zhao Tianjiao was stunned all of a sudden.

New England was indeed very strong, but not *that* strong, right?

A single article in New England could get someone elected to the Chinese Academy of Sciences? Zhao Tianjiao thought about his father's words, feeling somewhat dazed.

"Its influence is indeed weaker now, and some people with keen academic intuition can even farm top-tier journals," Zhao Yuanzhang said indifferently. "But in the 1980s, *The New England Journal of Medicine* belonged to the highest medical journals; our generation has some obsession with this in our hearts."

"Dad..."

"Ji Xiang's paper is of a very high standard, that is what I have learned," said Zhao Yuanzhang. "Do you know why he didn't publish it in *The Lancet*, but instead in *The New England Journal of Medicine*?"

Zhao Tianjiao shook his head.

Both of these top medical journals had super high impact factors; Zhao Tianjiao knew of them, but he didn't know the subtle differences between the two.

"*The New England Journal of Medicine* has a fondness for some Gegan baodao and is willing to publish very rare Gegan baodao. This is an attribute of the journal; for Ji Xiang to know this at his age, just based on this point alone, is not simple at all."

As he spoke, Zhao Yuanzhang smiled broadly.

"Tianjiao, don't think so much; if you can publish a paper in a top-tier journal around the age of 30 in the future, that will be enough. Just like you said yourself, it's fine as long as it's enough."

Zhao Tianjiao unknowingly wore a mournful face as he looked at his father.

It's fine as long as it's enough...

But what about Ji Xiang?

"And did you notice, the first author of the paper is Director Feng Zhangsheng."

"Is that the director of Gastrointestinal Surgery at the Affiliated Hospital? Then no wonder." Zhao Tianjiao found a reason for himself, and his expression relaxed a lot.

"No," Zhao Yuanzhang said very seriously. "The article should have been written by Ji Xiang, and the operations behind it were also handled by the people behind Ji Xiang.

First, the quality of the article is solid, leaving no room for criticism.

Second, it can be published in a short time, demonstrating strength.

Finally, Ji Xiang is not greedy for credit and gave the first authorship to Director Feng of the Affiliated Hospital."

"This whole series of moves, sigh."

As he spoke, Zhao Yuanzhang sighed deeply.

He didn't know if Zhao Tianjiao could understand the three points he made, but it didn't matter. After watching a few episodes, Zhao Yuanzhang already knew how big the gap was between his own son and other people's sons.

"If it were me, I would keep Ji Xiang under my command no matter what."

Zhao Tianjiao didn't quite understand the "one, two, three, four" the old man was talking about, but the last sentence was too blunt, and his eyes were burning with fire.

The fire of jealousy had already burned him beyond recognition.

"Ji Xiang handles things very beautifully. It makes sense, too; at such a young age, holding a provincial Natural Science Foundation project and a paper in The Lancet, he certainly isn't in a rush. In other words, he knows what he's doing and is capable of publishing even more articles."

"A New England Journal of Medicine paper, given as a gift to Director Feng of the Affiliated Hospital."

"Even at the Hang Yi Da Yi Fu Yuan, a paper in The New England Journal of Medicine counts as a generous gift."

Dean Zhao spoke of the New England Journal of Medicine at times, and at other times used fluent English to say The New England Journal of Medicine, switching between the two without the slightest obstacle.

Zhao Tianjiao vaguely felt that with every switch, his father's state of mind changed slightly, but he was burning with jealousy and did not think it through.

……

……

"Did you see that?" Bai Chuzhang had already put away his phone, looking at the television, and said with a smile, "Let me tell you, Dazhi, you need to change your perspective from now on."

"How should I change it?"

"By clinging to Xiao Ji's thigh, of course," Bai Chuzhang said. "Giving away a top-tier journal paper as easily as that—could you do it? Would you be willing to? Look at his stature."

(End of chapter)