Chapter 104: What Kind of Kengdun Is This (Asking for Subscriptions)

"Boss, is the printing and binding done? I'll come pick up the thesis tomorrow morning around 8:40." After Yuan Weihong, Jie Han, and the third person left the office, Fang Ziye asked the print shop boss inside the medical college on WeChat once again.

Don't underestimate the print shop boss inside the medical college; this boss was honed by accompanying batch after batch of master's students and doctoral students, and his team's familiarity with thesis formatting far surpasses that of any expert or professor in the medical college.

The doctoral thesis has requirements for format, font, line spacing, and all other aspects; even the exact format of the references has a relatively standardized template.

And these templates — the Graduate School is only responsible for drafting and issuing the documents; the ones who actually have to align every single one of these formats neatly are the print shop bosses in the various universities.

There's a saying that goes well: if the print shops inside the universities shut down during graduation season, the college's graduation rate might well be affected.

Because the graduation thesis isn't just for the defense; it also has to be uploaded to the university's library electronic system. Humans won't review it, but the computer review mechanism will.

Some damn... 【trails off】

"Already bound, the cover's been made too, two hundred ninety-eight yuan total." The boss replied with practiced ease.

Yes, graduation season is when the print shops inside the college do their best business.

The thesis needs to be bound into volumes, requiring relatively special paper, special covers, special formatting. Fang Ziye only asked for six copies, and just the printing cost alone reached two hundred ninety-eight yuan.

Fang Ziye replied: "Okay boss, please put it on the tab. Surgical Group, Orthopedics — Teacher Yuan Weihong, code 7658. I'll sign when I come tomorrow."

This kind of binding and printing fee can be reimbursed from Yuan Weihong's research project funds, and is also a mandatory budgeted expense when applying for a grant — a normal reimbursement channel.

Fang Ziye knew his thesis wouldn't just be these few copies; if there were typos later, another version would need correction; after the defense, several more versions would need correction. If not reimbursable, the thesis printing and binding costs alone would run over four digits.

And binding his thesis into volumes, then personally delivering them to the defense committee professors, is a form of respect toward them.

This isn't blind review; the blind review submission is something neither Fang Ziye nor Yuan Weihong can participate in. Fang Ziye sends the electronic version to the Graduate School, and the Graduate School sends it out. Who it goes to, when it's reviewed, whether it passes — even Yuan Weihong's connections might not find out. And the destination could be any teaching hospital nationwide.

Naturally, Yuan Weihong has also received blind review theses from Dalian Medical University graduate students; he just rejected one outright.

Copied someone else's images, and then landmarks appeared in their own thesis that had never appeared at all. That kind of talent, Yuan Weihong didn't dare let pass.

To be cautious, Yuan Weihong even had Fang Ziye — who was only a second-year master's student at the time — verify it. Sure enough, the image landmarks in the thesis and the landmarks in the results were completely two different things.

It didn't pass, but Yuan Weihong's opinion at the time wasn't that harsh either; he just asked the other party to explain. Later there was no follow-up...

"OK!" The boss skillfully opened the account book, found Yuan Weihong's account page, and wrote the date, cost, and printing items in flamboyant script, just waiting for Fang Ziye to come sign.

Yuan Weihong checks this signature notebook; if it weren't Fang Ziye's and Jie Han's own handwritten signatures, Yuan Weihong definitely wouldn't pay the final installment, and would track down that guy or young lady on his account page.

Usually it's year-end when the Finance Department settles the project funds...

After this, Fang Ziye opened his computer again and carefully reviewed the thesis for any logical errors or typos in principle. He browsed through once, and finding no corresponding errors, closed the laptop lid. Time to sleep.

The reason no emergency patients came to the department during this period was that Fang Ziye had given Jin Hongzhou a heads-up in advance. He had to deliver the thesis tomorrow, so the evening time had to be kept free.

Fang Ziye tallied today's Knowledge Point gains: 82 points. Exceeded the quota, white-whored a Level 3 Vascular Anastomosis skill — quite perfect.

Vascular Anastomosis belongs to Specialty Basic Skills, an operation that Hand Surgery and Vascular Surgery attach great importance to.

Of course, in Trauma Surgery, it can't be said to be completely useless; it's just that this kind of Specialty Basic Skill is one of the skills assessed when considering whether to let you serve as Chief Resident — that big fool of a position — after hospital retention.

The Chief Resident has to do emergency surgeries; you can't just call Vascular Surgery and Hand Surgery for a consultation and operation every time you encounter any nature of vascular injury. Routine ones you still have to know.

It's just that this skill doesn't bring much benefit or use to the current Fang Ziye, and isn't within the skill scope required for hospital retention.

Just as Fang Ziye was about to rest, he discovered Luo Tingzhu had sent him a set of photos.

Quite a lot — thirty to forty pictures total.

Seeing this, Fang Ziye felt a surge of joy —

Although he didn't know whether participating in the preliminary research operations, without personally taking part in that day's experimental operation, would also yield Knowledge Point gains, it was ultimately a small study exploring the feasibility and infeasibility of Knowledge Point acquisition that needed discussion.

Just operate like this then.

Many images, all ultra-clear originals, so they needed to load slowly.

Fang Ziye looked through them one by one, slowly, from start to finish.

"+0.1!"

"+0.2!"

Not saying it's completely useless, but compared to being there in person or truly participating in the operation process, the Knowledge Point gain is too little.

Fang Ziye looked at four images total. These four were the full-process flow result display images of the experiment: one during the experiment, the other three result displays.

Gained 2 Knowledge Points. Fang Ziye calculated based on the Knowledge Point gains from the earlier experiments — the efficiency of Knowledge Points obtained this way was directly fractured, at most three-tenths or four-tenths.

However, luckily, Luo Tingzhu sent some more afterward — experimental results she'd done before that Fang Ziye had no photo evidence of.

'Fractured' even more severely — simply only one-tenth and two-tenths...

But no matter. A mosquito's legs are still meat. Just looking at a dozen or so images netted 3.5 Knowledge Points. Having is better than not having.

But at the seventeenth image, Fang Ziye carefully zoomed in and out, then scrutinized every corner — left, right, up, down, upper-left, lower-left, upper-right, lower-right.

What the hell is this?

No culture dish, no operating table, no reagents either. Looks completely unrelated to experimental operation.

This image, at most, only counts as Luo Tingzhu's selfie. She's sitting in front of the microscope, head tilted slightly, back facing the cell incubator inside the cell room.

The culture dish is probably in front of her, not shown at all.

This can have a fart's worth of Knowledge Points.

But sending thirty to forty photos at once, an occasional hand shake is understandable.

Eighteenth image, back to normal. This is a scratch assay result image Fang Ziye hadn't seen before. The result is very perfect, and this cell line is also one Fang Ziye had never encountered before — it's the 143b Luo Tingzhu swapped for herself.

Therefore, there's also not a small Knowledge Point gain: +0.3!

After reading carefully and finding no omissions, Fang Ziye continued pushing forward —

Twenty-ninth image. Fang Ziye saw five scallion-white slender fingers of a hand. Through a professional angle, he could see the parts beyond her distal interphalangeal joints were rosy beyond compare, even fingerprints clearly visible. He could see the 'Lunula' and 'Broken Lunula' of the fingertip.

Then the rosiness of the finger skin between the distal and proximal interphalangeal joints is slightly lighter. The skin at the metacarpophalangeal joint and proximal interphalangeal joint is even lighter in color, only the skin texture is more delicate.

After all, this area has the least friction and usage. Palm prints, Transverse Palmar Crease.

Didn't find any issue. Fang Ziye doesn't read palms either. Skipped past.

All the way to the thirty-seventh image, Fang Ziye discovered a standard selfie...

Fang Ziye leaned back against the bedpost of the yellow-painted double bed in the on-call room, scratched his temple but it wasn't enough, and even rubbed his temporal region against the post. He still couldn't figure out what the hell these few images were supposed to mean.

Sent it wrong? Sent three wrong in a row?

"Senior Brother, these are all my images." Luo Tingzhu explained after sending the images.

Fang Ziye only saw this message after viewing the images: "Thanks, hard work, rest early, it's not early anymore."

"Mm." Luo Tingzhu replied with a single character.

……

In the graduate student dormitory, fifth floor.

The graduate student dormitory isn't as good as the undergraduate dormitory; it's not separated by gender into different buildings, only by floors.

Floors one two three male, four five six female.

But most graduate students choose to rent outside; they only occupy bed spaces, but no one lives there.

In the four-person room with bunks and desks below, only two people are in the dormitory; another is on night shift. Right now Luo Tingzhu wears white fluffy pajamas with sunflower embroidery, sitting cat-like leaning on the bed.

The opaque mosquito net embroidered with lotus leaves is tightly closed; even with a roommate present, no one can see her expression.

Luo Tingzhu read Fang Ziye's message, then opened Baidu, opened the search page, and for a moment didn't know what to do.

And in the past search history, one can see Luo Tingzhu's silly search history is a long string —

Fang Ziye, Han City University.

Fang Ziye Tianjin Medical University.

Fang Ziye collecting obsession.

What behaviors do people with collecting obsession show?

Why would someone have collecting obsession?

When writing medical records, if someone puts your name in the record, what does it mean?

The boundaries and standards of genius?

Medical genius……

These search records go from distant to recent.

Luo Tingzhu thought for a good while, couldn't decide what to search, so opened her bookmarked page; inside were apparently some messy ad images, below written some unreliable suggestions.

People with collecting obsession generally have a special fetish for opposite-sex images, selfies, or intimate clothing……

Luo Tingzhu thought, shook her head.

Put down phone, braced feet on bed and slowly shifted forward, then pulled the blanket over.

Only Luo Tingzhu couldn't quite fall asleep.

She actually wanted to ask, but didn't know who would be suitable to ask.

Ask a same-age girl, she couldn't open her mouth.

Luo Tingzhu couldn't help recalling a passage read before while reading: a daughter without a father's protection is usually more timid; a daughter without a mother's guidance is usually more obtuse.

But Luo Tingzhu thought, then somewhat unconvinced thought: "Who asks their own parents nowadays?"

"Aren't Baidu Dad and Xiaohongshu Mom good enough?" Tone stubborn, but voice inevitably carried some grievance.

Luo Tingzhu slowly fell asleep.

……

Fang Ziye slept quite well all night, because he knew tomorrow would be extremely busy; Thursday is not a surgery day, Friday is. If he wants to wait for a surgery day opportunity, he must finish submitting all papers on Thursday, so time is still very tight.

6:30, Fang Ziye ordered breakfast takeout, started writing the shift handover notebook.

7:20, Fang Ziye recorded his and Jie Han's all managed bed preoperative or postoperative examination results, even each bed's every examination date marked clearly.

Took a photo, sent to Jie Han.

Places to run are a bit many, so after handover he might directly yo-yo, won't wait until after rounds to start running errands.

Mainly Fang Ziye can wait, but other professors can't wait.

Shaoqing Senior Brother yesterday handed Fang Ziye his printed and bound thesis; Fang Ziye first time must reach Spine Surgery Ward 2 before 8:50, find Professor Zhang or his research assistant, submit two theses.

Professor Zhang is Defense Committee presiding chairman, also our hospital person, easiest to submit, naturally must coordinate time well.

7:30, Luo Tingzhu arrived at ward, and from nurse office already changed into her exclusive 1.65m white coat.

White coat is standard, no gender difference; Luo Tingzhu height 1.72m, but 1.7m white coat even smallest width she wears like a white robe. Simply she reduced one size; wearing it except slightly short, no other issues.

When Luo Tingzhu entered office, Fang Ziye couldn't help glancing at her, slight hesitation, still instructed: "Junior Sister, I have to go out today, that batch of normal unprocessed cells, you later still need to help me passage."

Yesterday Luo Tingzhu processed batch was overexpression batch, grew faster.

Normal group batch, by logic Friday would reach confluence, but can't rule out accident they grow vigorously?

Luo Tingzhu nodded: "Okay Senior Brother, evening I'll send images to you."

Fang Ziye hearing this couldn't help glancing a few more times.

Luo Tingzhu couldn't help blushing slightly, at least ear roots faintly pink; she brushed bangs, covered small ears: "Senior Brother, yesterday I might have clicked wrong."

"Oh! ~" Fang Ziye just nodded, didn't continue topic.

……

Then waited for handover time to arrive.

However, this handover Fang Ziye still discovered atmosphere not quite right.

Professor Deng Yong although sitting in chief's position, Professor Han Yuanxiao this time not sitting on Professor Dong Yaohui's left, but right, closest to Deng Yong — this tiny change may portend something.

Sure enough, after handover, Deng Yong announced Professor Du Xinzhan's arrangement notice for Orthopedic Traumatology subspecialty administrative director.

Professor Deng straight-backed, tone hearty: "Per leaders' opinions, from next month, New Year's Day, I'll temporarily step down as Trauma Surgery ward chief; Professor Han Yuanxiao will act as our ward acting chief."

"I'll center on Professor Han, cooperate with Professor Han for subsequent work! Hope nursing team likewise."

"Ah, if no other matters today, handover ends here." Deng Yong finished.

Han Yuanxiao raised hand: "Professor Deng, excuse me, I want to interject."

The nursing team and the doctor team both showed a trend of standing up and leaving their seats; even Fang Ziye and the other Master's students were already squeezed together, planning to walk out the doorway and rush to the ward round.

With this one sentence from Professor Han Yuanxiao, all movements were pulled to a halt.

Deng Yong then changed his address in advance and said: "Director Han, you speak."

Han Yuanxiao then said: "Professor Deng, Professor Dong, Our Hospital has always implemented the Professor Responsibility System; this Acting Director position of mine is also temporary. My seniority is low, so in the future there will be no Director and non-Director relationship either."

"There are many issues that may still require consulting the two Professors; for places where things are not done well, I am also willing to accept the two Professors' criticism, and there will definitely be places not done well."

"Therefore, the personnel relationships in the Department will all maintain the current grouping, and will absolutely not be moved." Han Yuanxiao expressed this stance in front of everyone, his tone steady as well, playing the two characters 'clever' to a certain realm.

Han Yuanxiao's meaning was: although I am a new official taking office, I absolutely will not have three fires.

The Acting Director is an arrangement from above; having arrived at this position, the arrangement came down, and not sitting up there would absolutely not do.

But our three groups still do not interfere with each other.

Han Yuanxiao also dares not burn fires; one is the former Director, one is the former former Old Director, how could he dare burn fires? Become Acting Director and immediately take drastic action?

This is quite unrealistic.

Professor Dong laughed first, low-key to an abnormal degree: "Anyway we all follow the Director mixing; however the Director says, that's how I'll do it."

Professor Dong Yaohui, already sixty-two years of high age, at most three years remain before he steps down from his post in the Department; afterward he can only go the Outpatient Clinic re-employment route.

There's no way either; the elderly do not take tendons and bones as capability. As age gradually grows, wanting to routinely carry out surgeries is also strength not matching heart; retreating to the second line is an inevitable choice.

Professor Deng also said a sentence: "Listen to the Director's arrangement."

Only at this time did Han Yuanxiao come out with a sentence: "Hero Brother, don't lose your temper at me, I didn't do it on purpose either."

A face full of bitter meaning.

Deng Yong laughed casually.

"Director getting younger is a good thing; I believe your fighting spirit will be more steady and more stable, and future development will also be better. Don't say the rest; Director Han, your capability is absolutely no problem." Deng Yong stood up first.

Today, he is still the Ward Director, so he can take this lead; but tomorrow, he will have to step down.

This is a kind of respect for the Acting Director position; if one does not respect this position oneself, then later even if one has the opportunity to go up again, others can also do what one is doing now.

Deng Yong is still young, not yet fifty years old, in his prime.

Han Yuanxiao is only forty-two years old, much younger than Deng Yong.

Fang Ziye hesitated for a moment, touched the corner, asked Yuan Weihong whether it was suitable for him to leave; after Yuan Weihong nodded, Fang Ziye then secretly slipped away, scattered from the crowd, first rushed to the rest room to put down the white coat, checked the double shoulder backpack, only then walked to the print shop.

(Chapter End)