Chapter 191: Saving People Is Hard! (Asking for Subscriptions)

"Senior Brother Wu, if you feel it's not quite suitable, my fellow trainee and I can let you be the first author on this paper." Fang Ziye thought for a while, then made this suggestion.

"No!" Wu Xuanqi raised a hand.

Then he waved his palm: "Although your Senior Brother is down-to-earth, I'm not shameless. The project you're doing and mine have at most half a penny's relation. If you let me be first author, I still can't afford to lose that face."

"When the time comes, if Teacher Deng doesn't beat me, my Master will scold me until I'm covered in dog blood."

"But looking at it this way, the two of us wanting to cooperate, I estimate I can't reach your level. The word 'cooperate', I won't even bring it up then."

Wu Xuanqi quickly recovered his mood.

His eyeballs rolled around in a circle, then he asked: "How about this, Ziye, look, is this okay? Right now I have some spare money on hand. Why don't you come over and help me use it? When the time comes, just put me as corresponding author. The rest you decide yourself."

"According to the rules, it's like this: the research funding I bring in must be hung under my corresponding authorship. Your writing and project funding also need a grant number."

"Does that work?"

Wu Xuanqi gave a compromise plan, but this kind of compromise was actually Wu Xuanqi taking a blood loss.

Giving money makes you Grandpa.

The research funding Yuan Weihong brought in, having Fang Ziye do the experiments, must take corresponding authorship — that's ironclad.

But Yuan Weihong not only gave money, he also gave direction, so naturally the benefit was even greater.

Now, Wu Xuanqi just wants to give money, on one hand letting Fang Ziye do experiments and learn, on the other hand just taking away a corresponding authorship, while leaving first author, second author, etc. for Fang Ziye to freely arrange.

This is actually already very generous. Otherwise, swap positions, and it might just be giving Fang Ziye a first author and some funding subsidy, then Wu Xuanqi arranges his own people for authorship.

This is a completely different concept. Calculated, it's actually still Wu Xuanqi who takes the loss.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye first raised his wine glass, then said to Wu Xuanqi: "Senior Brother Wu, actually this isn't good. Since we're in a cooperative relationship, we should just rank according to contribution."

"There's no need for our commonly owned experimental results to be arranged by me." Fang Ziye is no longer a pure rookie now, so he knows that in a research group, a project's contributions differ, and what one should get differs too.

In this situation, uneven distribution is what's snatching, not that under any circumstances it's all snatching someone else's credit.

"Although the funding I currently have isn't a lot, I still have some." Fang Ziye wasn't proud, but it was also a statement to Wu Xuanqi.

To a certain extent, with the group's internal funding still ample, it's impossible to go work for others — impossible in this lifetime.

Unless my own small research group's funding really doesn't have a single penny left, then I can go out to work — just like before when I went to work for Associate Professor Hong Zili and Professor Deng Yong.

But now Fang Ziye has money, so why the hell would he go work? Fang Ziye doesn't belong to the cheap sort.

"Later I might also start doing some basic research. Senior Brother Wu, if you have time, or if the people you arrange have time, you can come over and exchange ideas." Fang Ziye explained like this.

I put up money, you come learn. Can help then help, can't help then watch from the side.

Take someone's hand short, eat someone's mouth soft.

Wu Xuanqi's way isn't absolutely upright either. Fang Ziye figures he can't outplay Wu Xuanqi in tactics, so he simply doesn't play along with you at all. I play my own game.

【27】 Home has surplus grain, heart doesn't panic.

Home has surplus grain, heart feels no panic.

This was the spare money Professor Deng Yong prepared before his rural rotation, so he wouldn't be attracted by some research funding.

Only now did Fang Ziye realize that Professor Deng Yong's previous arrangements actually all had reason.

Hearing this, Wu Xuanqi's heart trembled inwardly, secretly shocked: "Ziye also has his own funding base?"

This isn't easy. Wu Xuanqi himself is a PhD. He knows a PhD having his own exclusive funding base is very hard.

Since Fang Ziye doesn't even recognize his own teacher Duan Hong, and hasn't met face to face, he should be just showing his head at Deng Yong's place.

Didn't expect, this one show from Fang Ziye, and what showed was a bit too much.

"I have some, Senior Brother Wu. But it might not be enough. If Senior Brother Wu is willing to co-fund, we can also cooperate on a project together."

"Currently, there should be about eight or nine hundred thousand." Fang Ziye voluntarily reported.

Fang Ziye figured this money should be enough for most basic research projects, but to touch the kind of research closest to the scientific frontier that Luo Tingzhu sent over — like establishing a cell line, building an animal model — it's still far off.

"Farewell!" Hearing this, Wu Xuanqi stood up and left.

Because he couldn't play anymore.

Wu Xuanqi originally thought that in the doctoral stage, he absolutely belonged to the best-mixed category. Currently not yet PhD Year 3, holding five hundred thousand plus in funding — more ample than the Graduate Supervisors in this hospital who got the Youth Science Fund as Attending Physicians.

This should be pretty formidable out there, right?

Fang Ziye casually says eight or nine hundred thousand. I'm not playing with you, j8!

I'm carrying a pot pretending to be a turtle, you TM are a real iron turtle. What wool yarn am I touching against you?

Exchange unsuccessful.

Of course, Wu Xuanqi was just self-amusing. Walked two steps, then turned back: "Come come come, not chatting anymore. Let's drink and be brothers!"

Seeing Wu Xuanqi no longer playing tricks, Fang Ziye was also very willing to make friends with Wu Xuanqi.

Friends are friends. No interest disputes, not too much human relations. Someone like Wu Xuanqi with very good professional ability — one more friend is very good.

"Senior Brother Wu, then I'll toast you one." Fang Ziye said.

"Ah, you're welcome."

"Deal not done, righteousness remains. Let's exchange more in the future." Wu Xuanqi finished drinking, still touched his nose — obviously because showing off failed, so slightly embarrassed.

"Ziye, actually I rarely show off. You believe me?" Wu Xuanqi simply tore open his own fig leaf.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Can tell."

If Wu Xuanqi liked showing off, he wouldn't have this heavy smoke-and-fire air. Not only is he casual with himself, even with Director Wu Guonan, jokes are exceptionally casual too. Looks cheap cheap.

What showing-off complex does this kind of person have?

"Sigh, really a regret that I can't poach your corner."

"If only you weren't Professor Deng Yong's student. Even if you were Old Professor Dong Yaohui's student, I'd definitely wave a hoe and dig you over to Professor Duan Hong."

"But Professor Deng Yong has kindness to me. Professor Deng Yong and Professor Duan Hong usually call each other brothers. I also don't dare do this kind of thing."

"Otherwise, above there's Senior Brother Long Yuan, also Senior Brother Tai Lin, plus a Song Yi plus you. We absolutely could impact the domestic super-first-tier teams!!"

Tongji Hospital's Trauma Surgery, domestically, at most only belongs to absolute first-tier teams. But to sit in absolute super-first-tier, too many people won't agree.

Orthopedics, huh.

The three hegemons of Beijing: Jishuitan, Beijing Third Hospital, and Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

Shanghai also has several hegemons: Huashan, Zhongshan, Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital, Ruijin, Shanghai Ninth Hospital, and also West China Hospital...

Up to now, perhaps only Jishuitan and Beijing Third Hospital can claim to be firmly in the super-first-tier in orthopedics, but even they don't dare say it outright; the others, most people are very polite about it.

"Senior Brother Wu, you're flattering me too much. Actually, the gap between me and many teachers is still quite large." Fang Ziye recognized his current strength clearly.

"But you're still young?" Wu Xuanqi neither confirmed nor denied—

Fang Ziye's future prospects are absolutely limitless.

Yet Fang Ziye had clear self-awareness: "Senior Brother Wu, although I'm young, all of us live in the present. You can't take your own possible future and treat it as your current status."

"It's like advance consumption; if you overdraw too much, and you start believing it yourself at any time, then you've lost."

Fang Ziye explaining this to Wu Xuanqi was actually filled with much sentiment.

Speaking of talent, is your talent bad, Wu Xuanqi? If not for an accident, you would have graduated with your doctorate long ago, and even among the generation of young physicians, you would have become the absolute, true "Small Overlord."

Mm, Fang Ziye had inquired about Wu Xuanqi.

Tongji Hospital, the "Small Overlord" of Trauma Surgery, and my own "Step by Step High"—they absolutely have a match.

But, what was the final result?

A medical dispute directly knocked Wu Xuanqi from the Small Overlord position to working directly at Minzu University Hospital; if Wu Xuanqi himself hadn't been capable enough to stand up again, Minzu University Hospital would have been his final destination.

Using others as a mirror, see your own strength clearly, don't engage in advance consumption, one step one footprint—this is what's real.

Otherwise, Fang Ziye felt he would easily step into emptiness and vanity.

No way around it; he himself might not have passed through it, just started it. If you can't find your positioning, people who easily get arrogant are really like when reading novels, lashing out at old professors, not giving face even to Academicians.

What kind of ox-horse are those Changjiang Scholars, Distinguished Youth, Outstanding Youth Fund?

Maybe later I can be like that, but not now. If you play like that, even a heaven-blessed opening can be lost by yourself until not even your underpants remain.

The medical profession indeed doesn't need much human relations and worldly wisdom, but respect for a doctor is not merely the technique on you; it's how much you've brought to patients, to this world, through your technique, how much you have brought.

If you don't understand this point, then when facing those old professors who can no longer do surgery and outpatient clinics, because they're old, you can just insult them at will?

The things they did before, the people they saved, the innovative surgical techniques, the research they did—do they all completely cease to exist because they can't do them now?

That's not how the principle works.

"You're right." Wu Xuanqi suddenly seemed moved.

He poured himself another glass of beer, then emptied the bottle's contents, still not satisfied, so he opened another: "Ziye, your mindset is extremely good; I believe you'll go very far in the future."

"Senior Brother Wu, you too, right? I believe for a very long stretch of the road ahead, I won't be able to bypass you, Senior Brother Wu, this heart-demon of mine."

"My Master said, Senior Brother Wu, you would be a banner I'd have to strive to chase for a long time."

"Then work hard!" Wu Xuanqi didn't beat around the bush either.

The two clinked glasses.

The subsequent chat turned to Wu Xuanqi asking Fang Ziye if he had a girlfriend, where his girlfriend was, and such questions.

Another half hour passed, and Wu Xuanqi's wife also hurried over to the barbecue stall to mooch a late-night snack.

Wu Xuanqi's wife, surname Tang, named Tang Yue.

Similar in age to Wu Xuanqi, roughly around thirty years old, currently already an Attending Physician at Minzu University Hospital on pairing assistance.

1.75 meters tall, beautiful features, mature and generous in manner, a woman with very distinctive temperament.

Dressed very fashionably; approaching, she sat beside Wu Xuanqi, looking at him with seductive eyes, then turning her head to look at Fang Ziye openly and gracefully, the change exquisite: "Wu Xuanqi, this is that fellow trainee you spoke of?"

"Mm, Professor Deng Yong's doctoral student, the model we should learn from." Wu Xuanqi nodded, giving Fang Ziye a thumbs up on one hand, while very attentively helping Tang Yue hang her shoulder bag on the other.

Then turning to shout: "Boss, send another bottle of soy milk."

Tang Yue then knowledgeably smoothed her hair, then skillfully tied it up, smiling: "Doctor Fang, I can't drink alcohol, I'm allergic to alcohol; otherwise I could accompany you for a cup."

"Sit down. Don't be so restrained." Tang Yue saw Fang Ziye standing and hurriedly beckoned.

"It's fine, it's fine. Senior Brother Wu, what should I call her? Call her Senior Sister or Sister-in-law?" Fang Ziye didn't know what to call her, so he asked Wu Xuanqi's opinion.

"What do you think?" Wu Xuanqi's eyes lit up when he heard the latter address.

Tang Yue glanced at Wu Xuanqi: "You can call me Senior Sister or Tang Yue."

"Sister-in-law, hello." Fang Ziye was very sensible.

Tang Yue didn't refute either; when the boss delivered the soy milk, she leaned to receive it first, then held the soy milk with both hands and said: "Doctor Fang, let's drink one together. Old Wu says you're also our fellow townsman."

"I won't stand on ceremony then."

Tang Yue should also be a local from Enshi; even without the local customs being so fierce, she still had a few parts of magnanimity in her bones.

No affectation or coyness at all, not shy either, and her voice and manner were very sweet.

"Sister-in-law, I'm from Ba County." Fang Ziye generously raised his wine glass.

After the three all drained their glasses, the topic turned again to whether Fang Ziye had a girlfriend, where his girlfriend was.

Tang Yue said with some regret: "Alas, outstanding fellow trainees are indeed all taken by outstanding junior sisters; my junior sisters can only go find good comrades themselves."

"Hey hey hey, don't casually play matchmaker!" Wu Xuanqi called out.

"Okay."

"..."

Wu Xuanqi and Tang Yue were both good talkers and also locals, so Fang Ziye learned from them that the two were university classmates, having come all the way from university, also quite not easy.

However, both are developing well now; they have a house in Han City, and also advised Fang Ziye that if he has the capability, he should buy a set early too, otherwise who knows how much prices will rise in a few years.

"Senior Brother, buying a house is probably still very far from me." Fang Ziye couldn't join this topic.

Because his current funds were less than a thousand; he just secretly went to the toilet and used Hua Biao; you want me to buy a house?

"That's not urgent either; wait until later you and your wife go through the Talent Introduction Plan, the down payment will probably be enough; down payment enough, your two provident funds combined, monthly there won't be much pressure either."

"Just buy early is better. We." Wu Xuanqi hurriedly changed the subject.

He is a man, knows men at Fang Ziye's age are relatively difficult, the factors to consider would be many.

However, just as Wu Xuanqi was about to continue speaking, his mobile phone suddenly rang.

"I'll take a call, it's Zhang Director calling."

After Wu Xuanqi chose to answer with a hehe laugh, his facial expression quickly stiffened.

Immediately after, he held the phone in his left hand, and the barbecue skewer in his right hand was instantly snapped by his fingers!

The skewer's vessel stump directly pierced through the skin of his palm and stabbed in, fresh blood flowing straight down!

This abrupt scene directly made Fang Ziye and Tang Yue, the two people, stare blankly, only thinking Wu Xuanqi had a seizure.

This before-and-after change was too abrupt.

Could Wu Xuanqi have a self-harm preference?

Wu Xuanqi's wife Tang Yue also had no foreknowledge; seeing this, she hurriedly put down the chicken claws in her hand, tore off two sheets of paper, spat out the chicken claw bones from her mouth and wiped her mouth, then shouted loudly: "Boss, do you have povidone-iodine here?"

Then she turned her head, looked toward Wu Xuanqi: "What happened to you?"

Wu Xuanqi's right palm went from tightly clenched to released, his gaze like a falcon, cold to the point of being a bit frightening.

Anger, helplessness, pain, and powerlessness and other emotions intertwined and flashed past in an instant.

His emotions then gathered back to normal, left hand pinching the mobile phone, tendons exposed, after looking toward Tang Yue's direction, he then looked toward Fang Ziye.

Finally he shook his head, and said to Tang Yue: "What I told you before, the patient who came here planning to do surgery rescue, is gone."

Fang Ziye hearing this, when he saw Wu Xuanqi's expression was not right, he stopped eating; now hearing these words, he was also stunned.

Full of surprise.

How could it be possible?

Whether it was Liu Linjie or Zhang Yu, the final situation should have been very good, right? How could it be said gone and just be gone?

"What happened what happened?" The barbecue boss also saw something was off with Wu Xuanqi's hand, because the customers at the adjacent table ah, looking at Wu Xuanqi were a bit apprehensive.

"Nothing, boss, embarrassed ah, I'm fine."

"Just accidentally pierced through, scalp laceration, later disinfection bandaging will be fine." Wu Xuanqi said to the boss.

Boss said: "I don't have disinfection stuff here, why don't you go opposite buy some povidone-iodine or something, I'll give you a discount?"

"Okay, I'll handle it myself." Wu Xuanqi nodded at him.

Tang Yue meanwhile went toward the opposite pharmacy in the first time; whether Wu Xuanqi's said patient was really gone or not, she could not empathize; what she needed to do now was just treat Wu Xuanqi's hand wound.

Incidentally, Tang Yue also understood; Wu Xuanqi probably had something to say to Fang Ziye.

After Tang Yue left, Fang Ziye then looked at Wu Xuanqi who was temporarily wiping the wound with paper and asked: "Senior Brother Wu, what exactly happened? Are both patients' conditions still okay?"

"Someone pulled out that patient's tracheal cannula."

"The patient's grandma after hearing the news, grieved excessively, and already has heart rate arrhythmia lost vital signs..."

"I tm." Wu Xuanqi looked around, really wanting to find something to vent.

Fang Ziye hearing this, his fingernails also nearly broke through his palm skin, stabbing into his palm.

(Chapter End)