Chapter 17: Massive Framework (Seeking Collection, Seeking Read-Through)

Four liang was the amount Fang Ziye drank at his teacher's place for the minor Teachers' Day.

Yuan Weihong brought two bottles of wine, with eight liang remaining; the bottles were packed up by Fang Ziye and taken back to drink next time.

Yuan Weihong left first, twisting the gift and taking a taxi, but he probably wasn't going home — he was going to see his wife and Xiao Qi.

Yuan Weihong's daughter was born on the seventh day of the first lunar month, so her milk name was Xiao Qi.

After Yuan Weihong left, Jie Han's expression turned dull: "Senior Brother, is our hospital's PhD recruitment this competitive? Even with your current publication accumulation and professional operations, you still have no chance to study?"

Jie Han had a slender build, slightly pale skin, looking like he hadn't shed his childishness; when he spoke, the mole at the corner of his right eye flashed, a bit adorably dazed.

His expression was also genuinely shocked.

Jie Han was not in his third year of Master's, so he didn't need to face the meticulous pressure of further studies like Fang Ziye, therefore he didn't know the specific details of PhD recruitment.

He only felt that a high-quality SCI in Zone 1, and an original article at that, could actually have zero chance to study in the home hospital!

Operational skill that suppressed peers of the same cohort, yet in the home hospital there was completely no opportunity to study!

Under the circumstance that his own supervisor wasn't a PhD supervisor, things had become rootless duckweed to such an extent? This made Jie Han seem to see his own future running around and struggling.

"Studying is a matter of teacher-student relationship, and teacher-student relationship depends on fate." Fang Ziye glanced sideways at his junior fellow trainee and replied thus.

Then the two parted ways.

The next day was September 10th, a Sunday.

Sunday ward rounds were relatively simple and casual; Jie Han didn't even need to go to the department.

Nothing to do, and moreover, in the evening was Professor Deng Yong's Teachers' Day banquet...

The scale was large.

Professor Deng Yong sat at the head seat; in the clinical department, Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan from Deng Yong's group, and Associate Professor Hong Zili from Deng Yong's laboratory, both appeared at the banquet.

Naturally, these two's students also appeared in the super large private room, waiting for Professor Deng Yong to lead three cups of wine, then going to the small private room next door, where the pure Master's students ate at one table...

Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan wasn't someone who hung around the laboratory long-term, so he couldn't take PhD students; he only had two Master's students, the number of enrolled students equal to Yuan Weihong, but Associate Professor Hong Zili was different.

Currently he already had three PhD students, the number of PhD students exceeding even Professor Deng Yong — two academic PhDs, one professional PhD — currently in Hand Surgery together with Associate Professor Hong Zili.

Attending Physician Qin Geluo had only one enrolled professional Master's student...

With such a vast team, Fang Ziye couldn't recognize everyone one by one.

But he also witnessed Professor Deng Yong's influence, professional strength, and research ability.

Professor Deng Yong led, first reviewing the past year's achievements and efforts, the progress of advancement in professional and research work, encouraging the department's people to strive for more research projects, especially National Natural Science Foundation of China grants.

He continued encouraging Qin Geluo and Yuan Weihong to strive to get onto the "Central Organization Department Youth Thousand Talents Plan (Qingqian)" as soon as possible, while his expectation for Xie Jinyuan and Hong Zili was that the two could enter the "Youth Changjiang Scholar" program.

In the academic field, from Academician down, there are Distinguished Youth, Changjiang Scholar, Thousand Talents Plan, NSFC Outstanding Youth Fund (Outstanding Youth Fund), Ministry of Education Youth Changjiang Scholar (Youth Changjiang), Central Organization Department Youth Thousand Talents Plan (Qingqian), Central Organization Department Ten Thousand Talents Plan Youth Top Talent (Wanqing).

Publishing more papers, doing more projects, doing more solid and clinically close projects, is the direction the research group needs to focus on.

As for PhD students Sun Shaoqing and Gu Yi, and Associate Professor Hong Zili's PhD students, the expectation is: those who should go abroad go abroad, those who should enter postdoctoral mobile stations enter postdoctoral mobile stations, if capable then get a "Qinghua Youth Talent" or "Wanqing"...

Further down, it wouldn't quite catch Professor Deng Yong's eye.

Today, teacher Yuan Weihong got drunk, drunk in a complete mess.

In today's scene, Attending Physician Yuan Weihong was actually just a younger brother; above him were several older brothers, needing him to accompany them well, and he was also the leading middle layer within the group — above he had to toast, below he was toasted, fundamentally unable to escape.

Of course, besides the teacher being drunk, some PhD students were also drunk.

PhD students wanting to stay at the hospital naturally had to drink some, more or less.

Drunk in an even worse mess were the first-year Master's freshmen.

Newly arrived, all the teachers and senior brothers — you have to recognize them all, right?

After all, this is an environment where even if Einstein came he'd have to toast; a certain amount of human relations and worldly wisdom is very necessary.

So Jie Han and the other first-year Master's freshman junior brothers were sent home one after another by various people; Fang Ziye also had his teacher to look after, so he couldn't personally send Jie Han.

On the way back, Yuan Weihong was already tipsy, saying: "Ziye ah, in this society now, competition and pressure will only grow larger — not only will degrees devalue, anything will continuously devalue."

"If you look nationwide, you'll feel you're just an ordinary cat or dog; if you look worldwide, in any academic field we are but a grain of sand in the vast ocean — not advancing means retreating."

"That's this principle."

"Actually, the time when you're studying is the most beautiful, the most pressure-free time..."

Yuan Weihong, in his muddled state, complained to Fang Ziye.

Yes, Yuan Weihong, Master's supervisor, prospective Deputy Chief Physician Associate Professor, whose research title had already reached Chief Physician Researcher — this Yuan Weihong was complaining to Fang Ziye.

People with broadened horizons, not a single one is willing to easily take off Kong Yiji's long robe and live a plain life.

In the current era, the country increasingly values ability — whether research ability or professional ability, both will be valued, but this way opportunities will be broadcast to more people on a larger scale; if you want to move up, you can only make yourself stand out.

"Master, rest a bit." Fang Ziye, eyes somewhat sore, comforted his teacher like this.

"If you're not excellent, others will be excellent and go up; now there are many study opportunities, everyone can study."

"If you don't advance, others will advance; doing your own job solidly and steadily is the most hardcore."

"Not ruling out that there are still people occupying positions without doing work, but truly those who went up — you go look at their pasts, they're all hardship and struggle, where's so much fishing for fame? In the new era, no one is a fool..."

"Madam, teacher is a bit drunk." Fang Ziye, when sending Yuan Weihong to his home doorway, said to his teacher's wife.

"Hard work, Ziye."

"This is what your teacher gave you, take it and go back first, you have to formally start work tomorrow." The teacher's wife, after taking Yuan Weihong at the doorway, handed out a bag.

Fang Ziye took it and looked — a set of relatively professional books, and English original editions at that, price quite considerable.

"You and your junior brother one set each, work hard and strive."

"Madam won't keep you then, there's still a drunkard at home, and a Xiao Qi..."

"Madam, need help?"

"No need, your teacher's drinking conduct isn't bad."

Fang Ziye came out of the community where his teacher lived, raised his head to look at the sky. It was already a waxing gibbous moon approaching full. Once Teachers' Day passed, the Mid-Autumn reunion festival was already not far off.

Hua Guo people all have a special sentiment for whole-family reunion, but Fang Ziye certainly cannot go back.

At Teacher Deng's place, Fang Ziye sees the domestic top-tier golden pyramid most clearly; if he looks at this tower and turns away without involving himself for a look, he ultimately feels life is slightly worn away.

Looking again at the books the teacher gave, Fang Ziye's gaze grew even calmer; he called his parents, greeted them and asked after their health, then after returning home, silently practiced again.

Although the Knowledge Points increased in one hour were not much, a mosquito no matter how small is still meat...

(Chapter End)