Chapter 674: Who Am I!

It's as if The Lancet is owned by his family!

Lin Jiuze muttered to himself in his heart.

Ji Xiang sneezed, rubbed his nose, and continued writing his paper on the computer.

There are at least 10 papers that can be written regarding Neymar's recovery observation; this is what the System NPC told Ji Xiang.

Zhao Dali has little fame and few people pay attention to him, so at most 2 papers can be written.

Reality is just like this.

Ji Xiang re-read the email content, asked the Neymar medical team for today's physical test and body data, and organized his thoughts.

The format and writing style of the paper were taught to him step-by-step by the System NPC in the System Operating Room; Ji Xiang tried it and felt it was invincible.

The System NPC is a treasure; as long as it relates to medicine, he always has the answer.

"Xiao Ji, the format of the paper seems different from what we usually write." Meng Qingfei looked at Ji Xiang writing the paper, lost in thought.

Originally, Ji Xiang had come to the Emergency Department to accompany Meng Qingfei on duty and see emergency patients, but Meng Qingfei had requested to see Ji Xiang write his paper.

He had never published a paper in an overseas SCI journal, and Meng Qingfei was particularly curious about this—why Ji Xiang could publish two top-tier papers in such a short time.

Meng Qingfei's English level is not low; he is the type of person who understands as soon as it is pointed out.

Some things are just a thin layer of window paper.

Ji Xiang began to explain to Meng Qingfei the technical points that the System NPC had once mentioned.

Yes, technical points.

For a skilled worker, publishing a paper in a foreign journal is actually a technical job—a technical job for a skilled worker.

In Ji Xiang's view, the reason Meng Qingfei had never published a paper was mainly because the writing format was wrong; foreign reviewers would get dizzy after one glance and pass on it immediately.

Otherwise, with Meng Qingfei's clinical experience, a few Gegan baodao could certainly be published; this doesn't even fall into the category of fluff papers.

"I've never been willing to spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy an SCI paper," Meng Qingfei said. "Looking at it this way, I think I've found a path to getting rich."

"Oh?" Ji Xiang turned back to look at Meng Qingfei.

Meng Qingfei's face was full of smiles, sneaky and sly; it looked like he wasn't lying.

"Meng Laoshi, you learn really fast!"

"That's right, who am I?" Meng Qingfei bragged.

A young talent who came to the hospital only to degenerate into an Emergency Department doctor... Meng Qingfei's mindset was actually still so good that he could brag wantonly and say—who am I!

There really is no one else like him.

"He!" Meng Qingfei heard someone talking in the hallway and called out.

"Meng-er, what's wrong?"

A male doctor in his fifties walked in; he was the Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor on duty tonight.

"What are you still missing for your senior professional title?" Meng Qingfei asked.

"I'm missing a whole lot."

"An SCI paper with an impact factor of 3.0 or higher, want to buy one?"

"How much? I've asked before, those over 3.0 cost 100,000," He said hesitantly. "I don't want to climb any higher anyway; the promotion is just to earn a bit more for retirement. If you make me spend 100,000, my heart will ache."

"40,000," Meng Qingfei said very firmly. "First author."

"!!!" The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor widened his eyes. "Meng-er, you have this connection?"

"I'll write it myself."

"Pfft," the Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor said with disdain. "If you had this ability, you wouldn't have been working in the Emergency Department for so long. Remember Xiao Chen from the Circulatory Internal Medicine Department a few years ago? The one who specialized in scientific research in the department."

"I remember," Meng Qingfei nodded.

"He opened a company now, specializing in writing papers. The 100,000 I mentioned is the price his company gives. It's expensive, but Xiao Chen told me that journals with an impact factor of 3 or higher have strict requirements. Simply put, they have a reputation and need to save face; the quality of the paper must be solid and cannot be too low-class."

"Of course I know. I'll write it first, get it published, and then you pay me," Meng Qingfei said.

"If that's the case, then I'll do it," the Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor looked at Meng Qingfei with a smile, as if looking at a joke.

"You guys stay busy, I'm going to see a patient," the Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor said. "The previous shift left me with a tricky patient; it's a real headache."

"What illness?"

"Stomach pain. It improved after giving acid-suppressing medicine, but after going home for a few days and coming back, the liver function is failing. I'll observe it tonight. The Digestive Medicine Department doesn't even have a bed! Damn it."

The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor left, and Meng Qingfei "consulted" Ji Xiang on some more technical details.

Ji Xiang was very clear that Meng Qingfei was not joking; the points he asked about later were all key points.

He understood after one look and could even extrapolate more things; Meng Qingfei was truly awesome.

A person like this, reduced to the Emergency Department.

"Meng Laoshi, you are too amazing." After Meng Qingfei finished asking and Ji Xiang explained, he said with emotion.

"If I were really awesome, I would at least be a department director by now. Would I still be at my age, retiring in the Emergency Department?" Meng Qingfei laughed. "Let me tell you, in the past, criminals were exiled to Ningguta, the Russians were exiled to Siberia, and in our hospital, people are exiled directly to the Emergency Department or the Fever Clinic."

"Meng Laoshi, why didn't you go to the south?" Ji Xiang asked.

Meng Qingfei smiled and didn't speak.

A few patients arrived; Meng Qingfei went to treat them, Ji Xiang assisted, and they were resolved quickly.

"Meng Laoshi, your technical level is very strong; it's a waste to stay in the Emergency Department," Ji Xiang brought up the old topic again.

"What's a waste? My temper and personality aren't suited for management. Going back to the ward would just be like Wang Daxiao, doing surgery every day, tired to death," Meng Qingfei said. "The Emergency Department is good. You don't have to worry after getting off work. One or two shifts a week, and after finishing, you can go home to tutor the kids' homework."

"..."

Is this what they call everyone having their own aspirations?

Ji Xiang scratched his head.

"I once knew an old doctor whose surgery level was so high it left me in awe, but by the time he retired, he wasn't even an Attending Physician," Meng Qingfei said.

"Why?"

"He is unwilling to take the exam," Meng Qingfei said. "In his own words, 'As for exams, what qualifications do they have to examine me?'"

"I remember it used to be the old way for the old generation," Ji Xiang said. "It seems like it was the early 21st century."

"You remembered it wrong; that was for the Practicing Certificate, not for promotion," Meng Qingfei said.

Ji Xiang nodded repeatedly; he had not experienced that period or those years, and everything he knew was hearsay.

However, the old Doctor that Meng Qingfei spoke of was indeed quite arrogant and extreme.

"Back then, whenever anyone at the hospital couldn't handle a situation, they would ask him to take a look. His surgeries were truly excellent; I watched one intestinal adhesion surgery, and after seeing it, I was amazed."

"Is it really okay to just keep doing surgeries and not even seek promotion?"

"I'm not as extreme as him, and of course, my level isn't as high as his either." Meng Qingfei raised his eyebrows, seemingly having something to say to Ji Xiang. "I just think the papers and scientific research required for promotion are all bullshit."

"We are usually so busy working that we can't even find time to eat; where are we supposed to squeeze in time for scientific research? Don't you think? Besides, this research stuff will definitely lead to problems if the direction is wrong. If there are problems, you just won't let people get promoted?"

(End of this chapter)