Chapter 676: Your Article Has a Landing Spot

The reason Ji Xiang gave wasn't particularly sufficient; the side effects of Famotidine are clearly written in the manual. Meng Qingfei hesitated for a long time and said nothing.

Because the evidence was rather vague, Ji Xiang didn't insist either, and the two tacitly treated this matter as if it were air.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Ji Xiang took his leave.

Seeing that the Emergency Internal Medicine side had quieted down, Meng Qingfei walked over and said, "He, stop the Famotidine and try Liver-protecting Medicine."

"I've already used Liver-protecting Medicine, the effect is average. Famotidine has side effects? How come I didn't know?" The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor looked at Meng Qingfei in confusion.

"The manual says that mild liver function changes occur occasionally, so just give it a try. Anyway, there aren't any better methods right now. Besides, using Famotidine for abdominal pain is symptomatic; it's already been used for several days, so stopping it is normal. No one can say anything about it."

The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor didn't think Meng Qingfei's view on Famotidine was correct, but he didn't have any better ideas either, so he wrote a medical order to stop the Famotidine.

The night passed without incident. Early the next morning, Meng Qingfei, in high spirits, made several phone calls to urge for the liver function results.

"Meng, I think you're overthinking it," the Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor said.

"I actually think the suggestion Xiao Ji gave is worth a try. I thought about it all night yesterday; I even dreamed that the patient's liver function had recovered."

"Xiao Ji? You mean that little celebrity?"

Ever since Ji Xiang appeared on the show, many young nurses in the Emergency Department spoke of him with the "celebrity" label, so the Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor emphasized his tone to call Ji Xiang a "little celebrity."

Hearing the thorns in his words, Meng Qingfei was slightly displeased and retorted, "Xiao Ji is very accurate in looking at problems most of the time."

"Don't talk nonsense, Famotidine won't cause liver function damage at all," the Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor said with disdain. "The manual is right here. Meng, did you go muddled after working the night shift?"

Meng Qingfei just smiled and said nothing.

Although the diagnostic logic Ji Xiang gave wasn't complete, if an old doctor with white hair and beard had said in a tone full of life's hardships that Famotidine had many problems, everyone might have been convinced.

In Clinical practice, many things have to be seen with one's own eyes to know about certain rare complications.

But Ji Xiang was young, and he absolutely wouldn't give people that sense of conviction. Plus, he had been on a variety show, which some doctors found hard to accept, so there was prejudice instead.

"Meng, what you told me yesterday about scientific research, is it true or false?"

"Of course it's true. You understand that stuff just by taking one look at it," Meng Qingfei said.

"You, you have heaven-sent talent but don't know how to use it yourself, getting assigned to the Emergency Department to muddle through a lifetime; that's not how it should be."

"Me? How could I have heaven-sent talent?" Meng Qingfei laughed. "If we're talking about talent, I think Xiao Ji is more like it."

"He only knows how to tie a knot."

"You didn't watch the show?" Meng Qingfei asked.

"I don't watch variety shows, never have. Those celebrities acting cute and playing the fool is meaningless; it's better for me to go home and fish."

No wonder. It's estimated that Doctor He from Emergency Internal Medicine doesn't even like to watch the news, otherwise, he should have known about such a big event as Ji Xiang performing surgery on Neymar.

"Meng, can you really publish a SCI Thesis with an impact factor of over 3? If someone else said this, I wouldn't believe it, but I'll take your word for it! 100,000 is too expensive; you say you have this talent, it would be better to go out and earn big money."

"If Famotidine is the culprit, then the article has a landing spot," Meng Qingfei laughed.

The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor was stunned for a moment. Seeing that Meng Qingfei didn't seem to be lying, he suddenly became conflicted.

"Xiao Ji won't hold it against me; he's not short on theses either."

"Sigh, I've been reading novels these past few days, saying a top student brushes through theses so refreshingly! If they want to publish in the top-tier journals, they can just publish; they brush through them as they please. I just think, if only I could be like that, how good it would be."

Meng Qingfei refreshed the webpage; there was no report yet.

He said calmly, "Xiao Ji performed surgery on Neymar in Lin'an. Now that he's observing Neymar's recovery, he has already published two top-tier SCI Thesis."

"!!!" Countless exclamation marks appeared over the Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor's head, and his eyes changed, releasing scorching flames.

"Which journals?" he asked eagerly, seemingly forgetting that he had just called Ji Xiang a "little celebrity."

"The Lancet and European Journal of Sports Medicine."

"!!!"

"The latter has a slightly lower impact factor and isn't very significant, but it belongs to a specialized journal. In the field of Orthopedics Department, its influence is very great," Meng Qingfei said.

"The impact factor isn't big? How big is it? Is it 1?"

"I glanced at it yesterday, it seems to be 3-point-something."

The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor was in tears.

Just this alone was already a top-tier journal that was out of reach; how could it be considered a weakling journal in Meng Qingfei's words... no, on Ji Xiang's side?

Indeed, compared to The Lancet, a journal with an impact factor of 3-point-something was a bit of a weakling, but if he wanted to publish an article in this type of journal, it would cost at least 100,000, and he would still have to rely on luck; it wasn't something he could just publish whenever he wanted.

The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor's eyes were red, as if he had been infected with pink eye.

Meng Qingfei refreshed again; the liver function results were reported.

He stared intently.

In just one night, after stopping the Famotidine and using Liver-protecting Medicine, the Patient's liver function had recovered a lot. Although it wasn't normal yet, compared to the previous examination, one could see a trend of recovery.

"He, look." Meng Qingfei let out a long breath. "I told you Xiao Ji was right."

The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor wanted to refute, but because Meng Qingfei was going to help him write the thesis, some things were hard to say out loud.

"Alright!" Meng Qingfei slapped the table. "There's work to do today."

"What are you going to do?"

"Track the Patient's data; a thesis can be written very quickly. He, we have a deal, I won't ask for too much from you," Meng Qingfei chuckled.

"If you can really write it, that money isn't much," the Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor said.

"It's a pity I'm not Xiao Ji, otherwise, if I took a Lancet article to the Resident Chief of every department, they would be willing to go bankrupt for it."

This was a bit of an exaggeration, but it sounded quite normal to people in the circle.

A thesis in a world-class journal can sustain one for at least ten years, enough for a Doctor to go from Resident Physician to Chief Physician.

In other words, one thesis equals a smooth path for a lifetime.

As long as their brain is fine, anyone would do the thing of buying a thesis for hundreds of thousands.

"Meng, did Xiao Ji really publish a thesis in The Lancet?"

"Why? Want to go find Xiao Ji?" Meng Qingfei mocked slightly.

"No, no, no, I am old, a paper in The Lancet is of little use to me; those Resident Chiefs need it more. What I mean is..."

The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"My son will graduate from university in a few years; if he could have his name attached to a paper in The Lancet..."

(End of this chapter)