Chapter 137: Academic Gradient and God-Making (Seeking Subscriptions)

Li Yuanhong's face was rather long, his eyebrows thick, his gaze at this moment deep and hazy.

After replying to the message, Fang Ziye said somewhat apologetically, "Sorry, Brother Hong, there's something going on in our group."

Li Yuanhong quickly replied, "No no, Doctor Fang, you must be busy; I saw a lot of people, all very busy."

"It's alright, young people, basically nobody isn't busy."

"I've asked around about Enshi People's Hospital before; heard that going there is also very busy. Right, Brother Hong?" Fang Ziye hadn't planned to start asking right away—the chat hadn't even begun, and he was already asking, which seemed a bit too utilitarian.

"Doctor Fang, you've looked into our hospital?" Li Yuanhong was somewhat surprised.

He knew Fang Ziye, only knowing that Fang Ziye was from Ba County, Ba County being a county under Enzhou, so they were practically fellow countrymen; Li Yuanhong then tried to find a way, hoping to get closer to Fang Ziye.

"Yeah, before there was a chance I could become colleagues with you, Brother Hong, thanks to my teacher's care, my Master pulled me back." Fang Ziye didn't hide it.

There was nothing to hide; Enshi Central Hospital was definitely not a bad unit, going there at least meant a lifetime of food and clothing wouldn't be a worry, and they'd live better than their own parents, with support for their old age assured.

Even more so, working at Enshi Central Hospital would make Fang Ziye's parents feel they had face.

In Enzhou, when speaking of working at Enshi Central Hospital, nobody thought the prospects were bad; instead, many relatives would think, oh, having an acquaintance working at a hospital in the prefecture, they could help out in the future.

It was just Fang Ziye himself had a bit of unwillingness, wanting to run outside.

"Ziye is joking, if you could really come to our hospital, then Director Zhang would probably laugh himself silly." Li Yuanhong smiled, not taking Fang Ziye's words seriously at all.

"Our Director Zhang has wanted to recruit a PhD for a long time."

Li Yuanhong knew Fang Ziye's PhD was a done deal, so even at worst he'd enter a provincial-level hospital, and given Teacher Deng Yong's fondness for Fang Ziye, the chance of staying at the hospital was very high.

……

While still speaking, the two stopped at the doorway of a restaurant on Zhongbei Road.

At this time, Dong Cheng and Jie Han and the others hadn't arrived yet, so Fang Ziye led Li Yuanhong up to the restaurant first.

It was a stairwell, and the decoration and furnishings were rather old, just a bit better than the most ordinary fly restaurant.

"Brother Hong, we three usually eat at places like this, small, but cheap and with good taste." Fang Ziye explained.

"Quite good, this is down-to-earth; eating is about taste, eating ambiance is for people with class." Li Yuanhong didn't mind; in Enzhou, he often went to such places.

"Boss, several people." As Fang Ziye and the other two arrived, the waiter came to ask.

"Five, three more arriving later." Fang Ziye explained, then said, "Boss, any private rooms? I called before."

"Yes yes yes, is it Mr. Jie?" The waiter nodded quickly.

Entering the restaurant interior, the environment obviously got much better; the floor and tabletop inside were very clean.

And now it was actually a bit earlier than mealtime; the nearby office workers bringing dry meals hadn't arrived yet.

"Yes." Fang Ziye nodded, then followed the waiter into the private room.

……

The group had just arrived at the private room when Jie Han and Lan Tianluo had already arrived.

It was just very obvious that Lan Tianluo and Jie Han had separated slightly from Dong Cheng, probably while in the car Dong Cheng had said something to the two, but both kept their distance.

Fang Ziye and Li Yuanhong both stood up to greet them.

After casually sitting down, Fang Ziye hung up his coat first, then walked closer, looked at the menu first and said: "Brother Hong, Brother Cheng, we've ordered a few signature dishes; you two older brothers order whatever you like; actually this place's taste is quite good."

"No problem no problem, eat mutton? Or dog meat..."

Dong Cheng suggested while sketching out two big dishes.

After everything was ordered, Fang Ziye then first brought up the topic: "Brother Hong, Brother Cheng, I'd like to ask, generally at your hospital, what disease types are most common?"

Fang Ziye currently had over a thousand knowledge points, but he was temporarily saving them without using them, preparing for after he went to a prefecture-level city hospital, to act at the right opportunity and make preparations for deeply cultivating clinical work there.

Understanding the corresponding disease types, preparing the corresponding basic skills, using knowledge points to gain more knowledge points—that was the best arrangement and planning.

When Fang Ziye spoke, he kept paying attention to Li Yuanhong.

He wanted to know whether Li Yuanhong knew he would go to Enshi People's Hospital; generally such things wouldn't be announced in advance, after all it was just a corresponding exchange, not going to work there.

Generally they'd only be informed a period of time in advance, without making a big deal; if people in the department were really notified long in advance, then Fang Ziye felt he should be careful.

After confirming this matter, Yuan Weihong had been telling Fang Ziye about the pitfalls to avoid at a prefecture-level city hospital; sometimes, if the opportunity wasn't suitable, he'd rather forcibly interrupt the grassroots hospital training opportunity midway than continue staying.

Li Yuanhong said: "Speaking of which, don't laugh at us, Doctor Fang; the disease types our Trauma Surgery currently has, the ones we do, are basically just fractures."

"Open fractures and elective fractures, occasionally some small disease types from seven li and eight li."

"Brother Cheng, your Xian City People's Hospital probably deals with more business, right?"

Dong Cheng was from Xian City People's Hospital; Xian City People's Hospital's comprehensive strength was a bit stronger than Enshi Central Hospital.

"No, prefecture-level city hospitals don't want to do more complex disease types; thankless work; if you do it and do well, they think it's your duty; if you do it poorly, they think your ability is lacking, and try every way to determine you made a mistake, make you pay money, send them to the province for treatment."

"Nowadays, for any somewhat complex fracture, we can't be bothered."

"As for bone defects and such, wherever they should go, let them go there; we don't touch them at all."

"Brother Hong, estimating, your Enshi Central Hospital's patient volume should be quite large, right? All the patients in the whole Enzhou converge on your hospital?" Dong Cheng's tone was very sincere and honest.

Unlike when he was in the department, somewhat different; probably Dong Cheng had said something to his two junior fellow trainees in the car, and might even have been ignored or dissed, so he became very honest.

Li Yuanhong shook his head: "No no, Ziye knows this; our Enshi also has a Min Da Hospital, also a very excellent hospital."

"Min Da Hospital in recent years has gotten close with Huazhong's Tongji and Union, so because professors often go there for outpatient clinics, it attracted a large batch of patient volume."

"Our hospital is currently just propped up by some old directors; us young people are all gnawing off the old."

"Min Da Hospital? Hubei Province Minzu University Affiliated Hospital? Seems I've heard of it." Dong Cheng had only heard of it slightly.

Below the prefecture-level city, generally only impressions of other cities' top-tier hospitals; for example, Enshi's best hospital, at least in the orthopedics field, Enshi Central Hospital was still the leading sheep.

……

In the subsequent chat, the topic went deeper; Fang Ziye separately asked Li Yuanhong and Dong Cheng about the situation in their groups, whether there were interesting things, sharing and popularizing, as conversation material.

Therefore, after collecting information, Fang Ziye roughly had a general understanding of Enshi Central Hospital's Trauma Surgery.

The director of Trauma Surgery was Director Zhang Mingcan, currently the Department Administrative Director; the deputy director was Wu Guonan, a newly promoted chief physician; additionally there was an old chief physician called Director Hong Du...

Li Yuanhong was in Director Zhang Mingcan's group.

But speaking of Director Zhang Mingcan, Dong Cheng added quite a bit, saying that Zhang Mingcan was a bold type, and among directors at prefecture-level city hospitals, he was quite well known.

"Has Director Zhang been doing any original surgeries in the department recently? I remember Director Zhang really likes doing original surgeries." Dong Cheng asked curiously.

Li Yuanhong was gnawing on a bone, making rustling sounds for a while, then spat out the bone, chewed a bit more, and swallowed it down: "Where's that, Brother Cheng, we shouldn't talk about these topics in private, and you bring this up in front of Doctor Fang and Tian Luo and them, isn't that making a joke of yourself?"

"After all, speaking of surgical originality, it's actually just making some detailed improvements on existing surgical techniques, really not like Teacher Deng's achievement of directly creating a surgical technique independently in nonunion surgery."

"That's not something to even dare think about……"

"Actually the most impressive is Director Dong, Director Dong Yaohui proposed some concepts twenty years ago that have now become a provincial consensus; even now at the Orthopedics Annual Conference coa, many people's surgical clinical project innovations are based on deeply exploring the arguments Director Dong Yaohui put forward back then."

"And looking at Professor Han Yuanxiao's currently very hot area of osteotomy correction, that's even more incomparable; the surgical technique of osteotomy correction will definitely be the hottest topic in trauma surgery within the next twenty years."

"But how could we dare think about such things?" Li Yuanhong said while shaking his head.

Immediately after, Li Yuanhong said: "The small originalities we do now, at most just optimizing surgical incisions; the rest, we completely dare not rush ahead."

"Three years of surgery, a lifetime of exposure; Director Zhang Mingcan is planning to enter the director committee member group of the Trauma Surgery Branch." Dong Cheng might understand Director Zhang Mingcan's meaning better than Fang Ziye and them, so he popularized it a bit.

When the meal was nearing its end, Dong Cheng casually said: "Doctor Fang, Tian Luo, you're both top students; writing articles is as simple as eating and drinking water for you."

"If there's anything you need help with, just let us know; we just want a nominal name, then give us some task arrangements; it's no harm to you, and it can also gild our faces a bit."

After being here for over half a month, Dong Cheng and Li Yuanhong had long figured it out.

Wanting to buy articles was absolutely impossible.

The resources of every group here had long been distributed cleanly; everyone in the group was striving and struggling; they wanted something for nothing, just giving money, but others don't want your money.

It's not that they hadn't seen people with money.

But a visiting brother from Internal Medicine said, giving money doesn't work, but giving effort does.

That is to say, others can give you a little direction, you go learn, help collect data, or process data, make tables, which helps with writing the article; then putting your name on it is only natural.

After figuring this out, although many people wanted to curse you young j8s for being pretentious over nothing? Having money to have you do work and you don't want it, insisting on making us do something.

But on someone else's turf, it's others who set the rules; you do it or you don't, there are plenty of people in the hospital to do it; even finding a few interns to help with research projects, there are plenty to grab, and their theoretical knowledge is very abundant.

Recently, Lan Tianluo and Jie Han have each developed several interns, giving them a direction and letting them start collecting data and writing meta-analyses themselves.

The two felt they couldn't just wait passively for a money fanatic to appear anymore; they had to take the initiative.

Coming to study surgery is the foundation, but if they can learn some article-writing skills, then when they go back, they'll definitely be a hot commodity.

Prefecture-level city hospitals don't value scientific research; that's an atmosphere issue, it doesn't mean that if your research is good, your clinical work isn't awesome; if you can't get a position, if you can produce one or two SCI papers a year, unless you're a particularly strong relation household, otherwise, whoever blocks you, you can just leave……

Not only can you run parallel, after getting the associate senior promotion, you can also run to hospitals in Han City.

Such a good opportunity cannot be missed.

Fang Ziye didn't reply; Jie Han looked at Fang Ziye, then said: "Brother Hong, actually writing meta-analyses and publishing CSCD is very simple, but I suggest publishing SCI directly; at least it's an accumulation of tool articles……"

The general meaning was: CSCD, not even dogs publish it.

Fang Ziye silently lowered his head; this senior brother of his was embarrassing himself; later when writing his resume, he should just delete this article directly, but this was also his heart and blood from graduation……

After the dinner party ended, although Fang Ziye and the others hadn't made any promises, Fang Ziye still told Jie Han and them that if these big brothers were willing to learn, he could guide them a bit, give them a direction, and let them learn to process data and write articles themselves.

After all, in the future, whether it's Lan Tianluo or Jie Han, they'll be running to prefecture-level city hospitals; this kind of visiting doctor resource is a kind of wealth for them to accumulate grassroots work experience.

Humans are social groups; even the most awesome genius cannot leave the group and live alone.

Fang Ziye had to hurry; he had to report something to Yuan Weihong.

……

In the afternoon, around two o'clock, Fang Ziye finally found the pitiful Yuan Weihong in a rest room at the Basic Medical College.

Yuan Weihong was teaching animal experiments here; originally there was one class in the morning and one in the afternoon, with a break at noon.

But some academic tyrant livestock in the Basic Medical College of Han City University actually, after class, prepared over an hour's worth of questions, keeping Yuan Weihong at the lecture podium, with no chance to come down.

Yuan Weihong couldn't bear to put on airs and just leave; seeing one fine piece of unpolished jade after another, with eyes full of thirst for knowledge, he could only make an excuse to order takeout.

The result was, seven or eight people, while copying and organizing their notebooks, ate takeout with Yuan Weihong.

This was while knowledge was being mined, his wallet was also emptied a bit.

After Fang Ziye came in, a group of people had just about finished eating.

Yuan Weihong's face twitched as he suggested: "Finished eating? Classmates, go to your afternoon classes after eating?"

Yuan Weihong really didn't know where these young academic tyrants got such motivation; from the moment they left home in the morning, they didn't think about returning to the dormitory, bringing all the books for the whole day into their backpacks at once.

Every subject even had its own dedicated notebook.

Yuan Weihong thought to himself, a functional experiment, do you need to be this serious?

Venting is venting, but such an attitude toward learning, Yuan Weihong truly respected; this was much more diligent and hardworking than his own era, including himself.

With the progress of the times, although university enrollment expanded, there were also more people studying; Han City University, on the premise of selecting high-scoring students, indeed attracted a large wave of excellent academic tyrants, and occasionally there were aloof learning gods who understood things at a point.

Understanding was one thing, but they were also very hardworking.

Before leaving, the students cleaned the office spotless; after going out, someone shouted: "Xuanyuan, lend me your notebook later……" (Note: I'm a poor student; back then I could only watch such academic tyrants crush me on the face, and couldn't learn from them.)

Fang Ziye said: "Master, have these junior brothers and sisters already become this competitive?"

"Yes, they have a strong thirst for knowledge; I really want to dig one or two into the group, but unfortunately, they probably all want to secure recommended admission to top universities like Peking University, Peking Union Medical College, West China Hospital; their fate with our hospital isn't great."

"What do you want to see me for?" Yuan Weihong asked Fang Ziye.

"Master, I think you might need to mention to Associate Professor Hong Zili and Professor Deng Yong that there's no need to put my name on articles published within the group."

"That's not good; it's unfair to the other junior brothers and sisters. Articles should be about quality, not quantity; I personally don't like this 'god-making' set, and I'm even unwilling to be a beneficiary."

The so-called god-making is when all resources of a research group are tilted toward one person, publishing articles under his name; this way, a god can be made, to boost the university's fame, develop the younger generation, and then directly on the road of Outstanding Youth Fund and Distinguished Youth, directly crush others on the spot.

But the consequence of this is abandoning many people's hard work, leaving them unknown, and even appearing in some extreme events on the internet.

Fang Ziye was someone who had been rained on, so he didn't want everyone's umbrella to end up with just him, watching others get rained on.

This isn't being pretentious; this is his true heart.

"Is there such a thing? Okay, I'll ask about it when the time comes."

"But your master might not have a say; your master leads only a small team; now the only ones comparable are small teams like Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan, who aren't very specialized in academics."

"Whether it's something decided by Deng Professor or by Hong Zili Associate Professor and their team, your Master would find it very hard to change." Yuan Weihong agreed first, but made no guarantee.

"Master, you have to persuade them for me." Fang Ziye spoke with weight.

If someone is deified, someone else must be sacrificed.

I'll just kill you directly, Fang Ziye thinks that's you lacking skill! But if someone else kills you for me, even smashing your achievements onto me, Fang Ziye feels he cannot bear this cause and effect, nor repay it.

(Chapter End)