Chapter 11: Coming from Behind to Take the Lead (Asking for Favorites, Asking for Follows)

"Congratulations, Industry Brother." Classmates Xiong Jinhuan and Li Yuanpei both started offering congratulations, their tones serious.

It turned out that Fang Ziye, who had let loose and devoted himself to clinical work, was the true complete form!

Before, everyone had heard that Fang Ziye often asked Yuan Weihong to revise papers, had no output, and his clinical progress was also quite slow; he was considered average in aptitude.

Unexpectedly, the paper Fang Ziye had long asked Yuan Weihong to revise was a major article intended for publication in a Zone 1 journal.

Chinese Academy of Sciences SCI Zone 1 — the journal's quality is beyond doubt; although the impact factor is not high, only 4+, the value of an original article with an impact factor of 4+ is higher than writing ten meta-analyses or bioinformatics analyses, such water papers.

Don't judge the level of a paper purely by impact factor; look at what others actually did.

After this article was finalized, many people studied it carefully; indeed, the amount of work done was not small.

And because writing a high-quality article consumes a huge amount of energy, diverting part of one's time from clinical immersion — this is also common knowledge.

Now the article is published; heard there's still a CSCD as a safety net; Fang Ziye's graduation thesis has also been handed to Yuan Weihong, being revised in preparation for graduation; so now Fang Ziye has completely shed all burdens and can devote himself wholeheartedly to clinical work.

Having a Zone 1 article ensures Fang Ziye's registration qualifications for PhD application assessments at external hospitals and this hospital are worry-free.

The quality of an original article is even higher than any non-original SCI article.

"Thank you, thank you, slight progress. Can only count as not dragging everyone down too badly." Fang Ziye slightly cupped his fists.

"Just a little bit better than the junior trainees; Senior Brothers, don't laugh at me."

As soon as Fang Ziye said this, Deng Yong's doctoral senior brother Wang Yuanqi said: "Don't dare say that; ever since you let loose, Ziye, your clinical kung fu has skyrocketed like it took flight."

"It shows that before, you never poured too much energy into this aspect."

Fang Ziye's growth was not forged in a single day.

Over these twenty-plus days, ever since Fang Ziye escaped the sea of suffering of the paper, almost every period showed a new look; everyone could see it.

Likewise, Fang Ziye's effort — everyone could see that too.

"Not at all, Senior Brother Wang, you overpraise; I did practice before too." Fang Ziye didn't dare Versailles.

The polite exchanges ended there, concluding this round.

Fang Ziye's suturing technique improved again, and among the three Master's students of the same class, he came from behind to take the lead. This is the result.

Whether it was the junior trainees' envy, or Li Yuanpei and Xiong Jinhuan's shock and pressure, or the senior brothers clicking their tongues at Fang Ziye's speed of progress — none of it could change the result.

After the crowd withdrew, Fang Ziye once again cut open the tofu and sutured it three times.

Every operation was steady and solid; although the suturing speed was slow, the quality of each needle's entry and exit and the knot-tying quality were all very high.

The completion rate naturally had no problem either.

Fang Ziye felt at ease.

In this way, suturing technique can formally conclude; for a short time, only occasional practice is needed to keep from getting rusty, no need for concentrated training anymore; instead, more time can be used on fishing for knowledge points.

……

After leaving the training room, Fang Ziye automatically gained two tag-alongs behind him.

Jie Han and his own postdoc Lan Tianluo followed, both asking Fang Ziye for guidance on how to sew the first suture practice material — rubber skin — better.

Some corresponding questions, Fang Ziye also patiently answered one by one.

"The key to suturing rubber skin is mainly the needle entry angle and exit angle; you can practice the entry and exit techniques at home!"

"Control of suture depth is no longer a problem for you."

"Industry Brother! ~"

As Fang Ziye answered, someone behind called Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye, Jie Han, and Lan Tianluo all turned their heads simultaneously and saw Fang Ziye's classmate Xiong Jinhuan.

Xiong Jinhuan was slightly chubby; his honest self ran with his belly jiggling, quite a visual.

And Jie Han and Lan Tianluo, the two junior trainees, were quite sensible; after calling out "Brother Xiong," they took their leave first.

"Older Brother Huan, your flesh seems to be getting more solid." As fellow classmates, even though Fang Ziye's output was not high before, it still wouldn't affect everyone's relationship.

Being able to read for a Master's and be favored by a Master's supervisor — generally EQ won't be a problem; they won't distance themselves from you because of your grades good or bad, handsome or not, unless your personality has issues.

Xiong Jinhuan pressed both hands on his belly: "Just got a little fatter."

"Industry Brother, are you considering staying at this hospital for a PhD or going to an external hospital? Let's coordinate so we don't rush into the same one." Xiong Jinhuan's voice and build were equally round and mellow.

But Fang Ziye could feel the pressure from this clinical-and-research double-harvest Big Brother.

Although Xiong Jinhuan has currently published three SCI papers — one Zone 2, two Zone 3 — Xiong Jinhuan's Zone 2 SCI is an original article type, while Li Yuanpei's Zone 2 article is only a case report.

Comparing the two, the value differs by a lot.

Therefore, before, Xiong Jinhuan sat firmly on the fishing terrace, under no pressure.

But now Fang Ziye seems to have suddenly rushed up — oh no, should say Fang Ziye suppressed for two years, accumulated deeply and burst forth, first quietly publishing a Zone 1 original article; in research, already stands alone at the top; now in clinical operations.

In just one month, not only did all basic skills catch up to Xiong Jinhuan, but in suturing technique, he even surpassed Xiong Jinhuan.

Under such comparison, if Fang Ziye chooses to apply for Professor Han Yuanxiao's PhD, choosing to clash with Xiong Jinhuan, avoiding the PhD from Jingdu University Affiliated Third Hospital that Deng Yong Professor is going to apply for.

Then Xiong Jinhuan would be a bit numb.

Xiong Jinhuan also doesn't dare completely confirm his teacher will definitely choose him and not Fang Ziye.

After all, the current Fang Ziye, in all aspects, has dealt him an all-round impact.

But PhD admission is inherently thousands of troops and horses crossing a single-plank bridge; if Fang Ziye chooses to clash, then Xiong Jinhuan must also go make other preparations.

Like probing external hospitals, seeking a few more opportunities; don't just wait to be throat-cut by Fang Ziye at the crucial moment, not knowing how you died.

Fang Ziye thought seriously for a moment, then said: "Older Brother Huan, rest assured. I probably won't choose Professor Han."

"I've always been with Professor Deng Yong; my teacher also followed Professor Deng; staying here, I'll be more familiar."

"This also doesn't count as that 'mutual slaughter'."

Hearing this, Xiong Jinhuan was slightly stunned, narrowed his eyes: "Really? Industry Brother, you better not play dirty tricks on me?"

A scholarly bitch isn't just a personality issue, it's a moral issue; Fang Ziye says here he won't compete, but at registration time crosses over and applies — that's a bit excessive.

If everyone competes openly, I die but still respect you as a brother; playing dirty isn't good.

"Naturally not, Older Brother."

"Say whatever you have to say. Can I still exist to deceive you?" Fang Ziye replied.

Fang Ziye indeed intended this: either choose to go to the outer courtyard and avoid the Seven-Year Program at Jingdu University Affiliated Third Hospital, or else rush against him.

Everyone is of the same path; among the three classmates, Li Yuanpei has already been unlucky enough. If I then rush against Xiong Jinhuan, the opportunity to study for a doctorate might simply become possible.

But by then, my Person of Gratitude would be in Teacher Deng's Group, and I would be in Professor Han Yuanxiao's Group—how could we still play together?

The teacher has given me such a great favor; Fang Ziye will not forget it.

Even if working as a Doctor, I must work more for my Person of Gratitude rather than for others, unless I cannot stay in one unit—that is when there is no way.

Chapter End