Chapter 736: Publishing a Paper in JAMA

"No, if I fail, I'll just go home and inherit the family estate. Although it's not much, I won't have to use my brain for the rest of my life, which is also pretty good."

"Uh..."

Zhao Zhe completely failed to understand Ji Xiang's logic.

Ji Xiang also realized this point, and he said with a smile, "My childhood friend says it's a startup, but actually, he acquired a project, pulled in investment, and is currently serving as a senior executive at the company.

The company is in the pre-IPO stage, but he didn't get the promised share quota.

Originally, the team gave him five percent, but now the market value is estimated at 7 billion, yet they only gave him 3 percent.

He felt resentful, so he pulled off a big job on his own outside; the side income is about 20 million-plus a month, and it's not short-term income either, estimated to last for several years.

As a result, he discovered that there is due diligence for senior executives before an IPO, so now he doesn't dare put the money in his own account, and with nowhere to put it, he only handled a portion in cash."

Zhao Zhe listened, feeling completely lost.

This stuff was too far removed from him, just as if Ji Xiang couldn't fathom how much of a difference a little extra salary could make in life.

Lin Jiuze sat down quietly and listened attentively.

Before, he felt that Ji Xiang was putting on airs, but today, after speaking with his teacher on the phone, Lin Jiuze's perception of Ji Xiang changed completely.

"My childhood friend suddenly realized he couldn't take much of the cash, so he was particularly distressed.

Aside from interested parties, his friends are all senior executives who can't accept it, and having relatives collect 20 to 50 feels like a huge deal, so he's also distressed.

Moreover, once the project starts, it can't stop at all; the few people on the interest chain don't want to stop."

"Now he's distressed because there's too much money and he doesn't know what to do."

Too much money, doesn't know what to do.

Zhao Zhe pulled at his hair.

"That counts as someone with a serious occupation; I know a child from a wealthy family in the United States," Lin Jiuze suddenly said.

"He has a special hobby. Doctor Zhao, guess what he likes."

Zhao Zhe was startled by the voice that suddenly came over, but immediately realized it was that fellow Lin Jiuze.

Hearing Lin Jiuze ask him, Zhao Zhe said listlessly, "Living it up with wine and women, what else could it be."

"He likes to go up the mountain to chop down trees."

"Chop down trees?"

"Yes, his greatest hobby is the scent released when a chainsaw cuts through century-old or thousand-year-old trees and wood chips fly everywhere."

"What kind of weird hobby is that? Aren't fancy cars and beautiful women better?" Zhao Zhe grumbled.

"Maybe fancy cars and beautiful women are too simple for them," Lin Jiuze said seriously. "Things that can be obtained too easily won't be cherished."

"Pretty much." Ji Xiang smiled slightly. "I have a friend who was full of spirit when he first returned from studying in the United States, ready to show his stuff. Later, he was cheated twice by his friends and became disheartened."

"He was already bored with nightclubs, street racing, and the like; his hobby is being a Spider-Man."

"Spider-Man?" Zhao Zhe was puzzled.

"That's the kind of worker who cleans the exterior surfaces of high-rise CBD buildings."

"!!!" Zhao Zhe was speechless.

He couldn't imagine a rich second-generation heir being interested in such a dangerous line of work.

"He never tires of it; whether it makes money or not isn't important, he just likes that feeling of working. That's what he said, but I don't think so; I think he likes the feeling of peeping from the sky outside the window."

"!!!"

"Furthermore, a friend went to the countryside to teach. He doesn't have any noble patriotic sentiments; he just thinks it's quiet over there. In the fight for the family estate, he fell behind, so he went there to cultivate his character, learn hand seals, and nourish his Qi, living to be a hundred or so. In the end, whoever lives the longest has the best chance."

"!!!"

Hand seals, teaching, nourishing Qi, rich second-generation heir.

With these messy terms combined, Zhao Zhe couldn't understand the real thoughts in that person's heart at all.

"A few years ago there was a TV series, quite popular; the villain's son was also a rich second-generation heir who liked to go into the water to electrocute fish. You remember, right?" Xu Leyu suddenly said.

"I remember." Zhao Zhe nodded blankly. "At the time, I thought it was for the plot, an artistic embellishment."

"There are many similar things. For example, Doctor Xiao Ji, he is obsessed with medicine. If it were someone else, it would be about learning skills to get ahead in life, or at worst, just to make a living. But I feel Doctor Xiao Ji doesn't lack money; he's just doing it for fun."

Xu Leyu said.

Ji Xiang scratched his head; he actually had a purpose, not just doing it for fun.

But there was no need to tell them these things; saying too much would be counterproductive.

Lin Jiuze had already been forgotten by everyone; he quietly observed Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang's phone vibrated, and he picked it up to take a look.

"Doctor Lin."

"I'm here." Lin Jiuze stood up subconsciously, as if facing a superior doctor.

"That article has been accepted for publication by JAMA," Ji Xiang said. "The latest issue, the layout is probably in the top three positions."

Lin Jiuze turned into a wooden puppet instantly.

JAMA?

JAMA!

Ji Xiang really didn't look down on journals with an impact factor under 20; he makes a move and it's JAMA!

"What kind of magazine is JAMA?" Zhao Zhe asked in confusion.

"It's one of the four famous medical weeklies, hailed as an 'international major journal.' You don't even know what JAMA is?" Lin Jiuze said casually.

In a trance, Lin Jiuze spoke from his true heart, carrying a thick air of sarcasm.

But Zhao Zhe didn't care at all; he didn't even see Lin Jiuze, forgot him as soon as he turned his head, and wouldn't care about such a tiny bit of sarcasm.

Isn't it normal for a bottom-tier old Attending Physician not to know about JAMA?

"Is it very impressive?" Zhao Zhe asked.

"Nature, Science, you know these two journals, right?"

"I do."

"The impact factor of JAMA is often between these two journals, and sometimes it even exceeds them."

"!!!" Zhao Zhe was stunned.

If someone in the country could publish a paper in Nature or Science, it would be a major event that would hit the trending topics!

Yet Ji Xiang had casually said the article he just wrote could make it into JAMA.

"It's different, it's different." Seeing Zhao Zhe's expression, Ji Xiang knew he had misunderstood, so he chuckled and comforted him, "You can't judge this kind of thing by impact factor; we're just padding a paper, it has no groundbreaking significance."

Padding

Paper

Lin Jiuze felt extremely regretful about Ji Xiang's phrasing.

Who the hell would pad a paper all the way to JAMA?

He felt bewildered, but then he immediately thought of one thing—what about the teacher's side?

Compared to JAMA, Radiology is not worth mentioning.

Expressions of frustration, helplessness, and humiliation gradually crept across Lin Jiuze's calm face.

"Ji Yisheng Xiang." Lin Jiuze looked at Ji Xiang earnestly.

"Hm? What is it, Doctor Lin?"

"As far as I know, for a paper to be published in JAMA, it needs to go through four rounds of review; yours is just too fast."

"It's also possible that your paper is written exceptionally well," Ji Xiang replied with a smile.

Lin Jiuze almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

(End of this chapter)