Chapter 22

"Stop agonizing, Senior Brother, let me treat you to a meal." Fang Ziye saw Jie Han still there in a pensive pose and preemptively broke through his daze.

Professor Tu being entitled to be called Mister meant he was already more than an Academician, surpassing the status of an Academician.

"Senior Brother, where to eat?" Jie Han, upon hearing there was food to eat, was somewhat impatient.

"Han Street, grilled fish, a relatively cheap place; don't expect me to be as wealthy as Master." Fang Ziye swept away Jie Han's fantasies with one blow.

This fellow trainee was extremely skilled in writing articles; from letting him do half-detached clinical work to write articles, in just one month, he had tinkered out a letter himself, which had already been published, and the letter's impact factor was not low, reaching as high as 7 points.

Being able to discover part of the logical errors within a Zone 1 SCI article with such a high impact factor was another kind of impressive feat. It was also a manifestation of personal research ability.

Besides this, Fang Ziye's previous two English articles, one had already been revised to the minor revision stage and was about to be published. As for the other, the 'English Composition' that Fang Ziye had just finished drafting, had now been revised by Jie Han into the peer review stage of the journal's editorial department.

Being able to pass the initial review at the editorial department without being sent back for revision was also a capability that Fang Ziye particularly admired.

In this way, Fang Ziye was very likely to possess as many as three SCI articles by the time of the December doctoral admission assessment registration, and the most hardcore article was still a Zone 1 original article.

After high-impact articles laid the foundation and took the lead, the icing on the cake of more article quantities made the combat power exceptionally formidable.

The fellow trainee was so capable; as a senior brother, naturally he had to do the logistics work of "accompanying eating, drinking, and training."

"That works too." Jie Han imitated the tone from TV dramas, very happy.

After all, Jie Han was in the very happy, pressure-free first year of master's studies, and his master's life had just begun, with research pressure already emptied out.

Master's graduate students were still in the student stage; having a meal together with a senior brother could make Jie Han happy for a long time.

Jie Han drew circles with his right hand while starting to think about what flavor of grilled fish to order later, muttering there that Flaming Mountain was a bit too spicy, plain green pepper a bit too fishy, and finally suggested a spicy numbing flavor.

Fang Ziye looked at his fellow trainee's current state and felt very envious in his heart.

Back when he himself was at Jie Han's stage, he was not as carefree as Jie Han was now. After all, back then he himself was not like Jie Han, who had completed thesis writing during the undergraduate stage, published right after starting master's, and had not the slightest worry about the SCI article requirements for graduation.

"How about eating two?" Fang Ziye saw his fellow trainee hesitating and asked generously.

"Can we eat two?"

"Isn't that a bit too wasteful?"

"It's only 129 each; your senior brother can still afford it. Let's go." Fang Ziye temporarily set down the various 'burdens' on his back and merged into his fellow trainee Jie Han's happiness.

"Senior Brother, let me tell you, Senior Sister Luo absolutely counts as very beautiful; if there really were college belle and school belle selections, she would definitely be on the list, and her ranking wouldn't be low." Jie Han said this very seriously.

"Red light, Senior Brother."

"Where would medical students have such leisure? From the anatomy beatings starting freshman year, to physiology and biochemistry in sophomore year, there's always one..."

Jie Han sighed slightly: "Actually, speaking of it, the university life of a medical major, besides the regret of not having too much leisure time, is also quite fulfilling. Compared to the undergraduate stage of most other majors, it is passively fulfilling."

Fang Ziye said: "The master's stage can be even more fulfilling, of course compared to the undergraduate stage, it requires more autonomous learning time."

"Let's go, the green light is on."

"Especially you, Jie Han, writing articles so beautifully; I heard from Master that you've been half-detached for a month, and besides finishing revising the article, you've started another meta-analysis?" Fang Ziye praised repeatedly.

"Mm, the data has been run once with Revman, it's okay."

"Run it again with R language to polish it up, and if there's no problem, you can start writing." Jie Han spoke, also not without self-satisfaction.

"Then your speed is quite good?" Fang Ziye's eyes suddenly lit up.

Where was this his fellow trainee? This was simply another kind of Fortune Star of his own?

Jie Han leaned in a bit, touched the acne on his face with his right hand, and said in a lowered voice: "People in the department all say that after you, Senior Brother, let go of research pressure, your operational talent is the best, but I actually, the articles I write don't have much gold content."

"But the improvement in operational ability is real and tangible benefit."

Jie Han had self-awareness; the few articles he was currently drafting actually didn't have high gold content.

Letters and meta-analyses were 'plastic topics' for padding article quantities.

Two days later.

When Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong were seeing outpatients together again, at noon.

After Yuan's professional errand-runner Fang Ziye bought KFC meal sets to the outpatient consultation room, a patient who had an X-ray examination pushed open the consultation room door with the psychology of picking up a bargain.

Seeing Fang Ziye and Yuan Weihong both unpacking the outer packaging, he hesitated for a moment, his mouth corner twitching several times.

He then said: "Doctor, excuse me?"

After saying that, he was about to leave.

Yuan Weihong pushed the KFC bag: "It's fine, it's fine, you came just in time, let's look at your films first! Otherwise, for just looking at a film, you'd have to wait a long time."

"Is there no one behind you?"

The patient hurriedly slipped in.

Yuan Weihong hurriedly helped look at the follow-up X-ray plain films, then prescribed two medicines, only then sending the patient away; Fang Ziye decisively, after the patient left, locked the consultation room door from the inside.

He needed to find free time to eat; this was already overtime of over forty minutes until 12:43; if by the time the afternoon outpatient clinic started normally, there was still no food to eat, then there really would be no food to eat.

Yuan Weihong threw chicken popcorn into his mouth, tilted his head, his whole person's spirit exceptionally vigorous, voice like thunder: "Has your debridement technique improved a lot recently?"

Fang Ziye was stunned by Yuan Weihong's such high-profile manner: "It's okay, Master; compared to the requirement of passing the training room, it's still slightly lacking, but estimated by October, it can be improved."

"Thank you, Master, for the 'secret manual'." Fang Ziye did not forget to add a takeoff factor for Yuan Weihong along the way.

"If you can pass the training room before December, then hurry up and pass the first training room. Passing the training room is handled by the hospital's Graduate School and Medical Education Department regarding doctoral admission quotas."

"It has nothing to do with Teacher Deng's admission quota; that way you can generously free up Senior Brother Li's quota."

"By then, whether Li Yuanpei can study for a doctorate will have nothing to do with you." Yuan Weihong suddenly interjected.

Fang Ziye was stunned for two seconds: "Passing the training room, the obtained study quota, is extra?"

"Han City University is at least an old 985; although the medical major is not top-tier in the professional field, leaning on a big tree makes it easy to enjoy the shade; you are excellent anyway, the rest doesn't need you to worry about."

"My Master self and Teacher Deng will naturally let the college help think of solutions."

"For surgery to develop, professional operational talents and research-type talents, neither can be missing." Yuan Weihong's voice was still high-profile.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang! ~"

When Yuan Weihong acted high-profile, someone finally couldn't help but knock on the door.

A voice sounded from outside, about the same age as Yuan Weihong: "Wei Ge, isn't that enough?"

"What's it to you?"

"Forgot how smug you were? I've got a video recorded here—want me to play it for you?" Yuan Weihong deliberately shouted toward the door.

Outside fell into immediate silence.

Yuan Weihong ate with even more gusto.

Now he had two students: one had a talent for writing research papers like a flood breaching a dike; the other's growth speed in professional operations was like a steel tracheal cannula poking a frog, not only earning him the name of Bio-Rad in the department, but settling every grudge.

(Chapter End)