Chapter 239

In Enshi, on the second floor of a relatively upscale restaurant, in a private room.

"Sigh." Shen Tao let out a soft sigh, then fished out a 1916 cigarette and walked out of the private room, unwilling to stay inside any longer.

After eating and drinking their fill, Ceng Tai, who had been sitting next to Shen Tao, stood up, waved his hand, and hurriedly followed him out.

Walking side by side with Shen Tao, he cadged a five-yuan-a-stick good cigarette, lit it, and asked: "Tao Ge, aren't you on pretty good terms with Wei Ge? How come you came out at this time?"

"Today Wei Ge is the one who specially treated us." Ceng Tai's whole body was gym muscle, broad shoulders, powerful build, but his face was full of a roguish grin, a fawning look.

"Didn't you see, besides me, the few people from Zhongnan all ran off?"

"It's very obvious, Yuan Weihong has already started putting on an act." Shen Tao said very naturally.

Ceng Tai wasn't that familiar with Yuan Weihong; the reason he knew Yuan Weihong was still because Shen Tao and Yuan Weihong had a particularly good private friendship.

Holding the cigarette at a slant, he took a drag: "How so?"

"Isn't this about Wei Ge's student?"

"It's Ziye, whom even you, Tao Ge, praise to the skies. His clinical ability, I witnessed it in the competition too. Before, everyone was unfamiliar with Fang Ziye, memory not deep."

"But after learning he's Wei Ge's student, they started caring about his research."

"If his research isn't good, there might still be a chance to pick up a bargain." Ceng Tai was able to read the meaning behind other people's words.

Although they're still young now, being able to bring in a young man with very good clinical ability and qualifications for the department's boss, that's definitely no small merit either.

No one would refuse having a few more young men with very good qualifications who can get things done in the group.

Fang Ziye's clinical maturity, once he starts working, he can directly carry out work, letting people rest assured. At worst, Fang Ziye can also temporarily pull Yuan Weihong over to endorse him.

Han City's municipal-level hospitals really like this kind of Master's and Doctoral student.

"So you just believed that ghost story from Yuan Weihong's mouth, that my student's research ability isn't much good?" Shen Tao rolled his eyes, also a bit drunk.

What on earth does Yuan Weihong want to do?

Even Ceng Tai got taken in, let alone the others.

Fang Ziye's research isn't good?

When Yuan Weihong reveals the answer, the atmosphere inside will definitely be very shocking.

But still, Yuan Weihong isn't a crosstalk performer, so how come?

"Cancer Discovery, Nature Cancer, Journal of Thoracic Oncology."

"Do you know these three journals?" Shen Tao simply asked Ceng Tai.

Ceng Tai is the younger generation of Hubei Province Provincial People's Hospital; the younger generation wanting to enter the Provincial People's Hospital, research is inevitably one of the hard conditions.

In any discipline, tumors are currently the hottest field and direction in research.

Even though Ceng Tai's main research direction isn't bone tumors, he still has quite a good understanding of the corresponding journals in oncology.

If he remembers correctly, these several journals all have impact factors above twenty points.

Ceng Tai's taut muscles twitched once; after understanding Shen Tao's meaning, he asked: "Ziye published a paper in this kind of journal?"

Shen Tao hadn't spent a short time with Fang Ziye, and Yuan Weihong's mouth was too loose, never hiding it from him, so he countered: "Why just one?"

"I mentioned three journals to you."

"Holy crap!" Ceng Tai at that moment bounced in place like a groundhog, jumping amplitude at least twenty centimeters, then landing like cat paws, alternating left and right.

"For real?" Ceng Tai found it hard to believe.

Currently, the Orthopedics Department of Hubei Province Provincial People's Hospital's optimal requirement for newly hired staff is a paper of original article type with impact factor above fifteen points, plus a bit of clinical foundation.

Such achievement accumulation is the first choice, and can get a relatively high talent introduction package.

One original article type paper with impact factor above twenty points can absolutely max out the talent introduction plan funding.

Ceng Tai also knows clearly, such a paper requires a workload of at least one hundred and up.

A student, even at the Master's/Doctoral stage, no matter how much they squeeze themselves, no matter how much they store up, at the routine rate of one workload per two weeks, over five or six years they can only accumulate one paper.

Unless Fang Ziye's experimental speed can be extremely, extremely fast.

Of course, since Shen Tao brought this up, it proves Fang Ziye's research speed definitely exceeds that of ordinary qualified students.

But three papers still somewhat exceeds the range of what Ceng Tai can understand, the realm of conventional research big shots.

"Not all his own, but co-first author, this gold content isn't small either. This definitely means Ziye at least produced one proper paper himself, then balanced it with others afterwards, to make the data look good."

"But this is a bit too good-looking, right? Right?" Shen Tao flicked off some cigarette ash.

Then he added: "So when I learned these things, you think again about Yuan Weihong's mug, could you stay inside?"

Ceng Tai immediately let out a bitter kuku laugh, scratching his head with the cigarette pinched between index and middle fingers: "Maybe we'll never reach Wei Ge's level of entertainment realm!"

Ceng Tai could only think of this one reason.

If you say some people are doing Versailles, most people are actually quite subtle about it.

Either on Moments, or occasionally making sarcastic remarks, but like Yuan Weihong, deliberately luring people into the trap, there aren't many.

At least among those Ceng Tai knows, at the Provincial People's Hospital, there's no one like that.

The two finished their cigarettes, washed their hands, and when they entered the private room again, Yuan Weihong just happened to be at the climax, arm around the shoulder of an iron brother next to him, saying:

"Little brother, the probability of Ziye going out to work is still very small."

"Professor Deng is still quite fond of Ziye. Although Ziye hasn't published many papers, only three or four, the impact factor isn't high either, added up it's just a passing sixty-something points."

"But our Zhongnan Hospital's level, after all!"

When Yuan Weihong spoke to here, that person from Hankou Third People's Hospital, Yuan Weihong's 'iron brother', instantly shuddered, and pushed away Yuan Weihong who had his arm around his shoulder.

"What did you just say?"

"Added up impact factor passing grade, didn't you say it?" He finished, eyelids fluttering rapidly, mentally calculating silently.

"Three or four papers sixty points? Holy crap my grandpa, Yuan Weihong." He immediately reacted.

Yuan Weihong has been messing with him this whole time.

"Hey, we're all chatting with great quality, why are you cursing at people?"

"Is sixty-something points high? Some people, a single paper pushes them sixty-something points upward — what's there to make a fuss about?"

"Young people still need more experience, no rush." Yuan Weihong spoke with a straight face, saying the most pretentious lines.

The several people next door who finally reacted to what Yuan Weihong was saying, apart from Nie Xuehua who had just returned, Zi Xi, Shen Tao, and Ceng Tai, all nearly moved to beat someone up.

"Don't stop me, I have to duel Wei Ge one-on-one — this isn't pure teasing, it's pure Versailles!"

"Can you endure it?" The one who wanted to hit someone said this to the other person holding him back.

"Don't rush, I mean together..."

Yuan Weihong was immediately twisted and pinned.

Although he was from Trauma Surgery and his strength wasn't small, which one in this private room wasn't a big man with a few arms' worth of strength?

Yuan Weihong was kneaded and controlled until he looked like a distorted mess, his mouth twisted out of shape.

"Tao Ge, help."

"Help." Yuan Weihong's words couldn't turn anymore, he could only emit single syllables.

Shen Tao sat stable as Mount Tai, drinking water leisurely: "Enough people are beating you, I won't join in — at least leaving you some HP."

"Mmph mph mph! ~"

"Mmph mph mph! ~" Yuan Weihong was ravaged for a full minute.

This farce was finally considered over.

Finally Yuan Weihong let go, he looked at everyone resentfully, still with a cheap mouth: "You're the ones who asked, I answered enthusiastically, and got beaten for it — this society, hearts aren't ancient anymore."

And this kind of trash talk, many people were already immune.

Yuan Weihong just has this cheap mouth, but as a person he's actually very loyal; otherwise, I'm afraid no one would even bother hitting him.

So everyone else shifted the topic elsewhere.

At this moment, after Yuan Weihong clearly saw the content in his phone inbox, he froze on the spot, then scrolled up and down the phone screen, staying silent for a long time.

This action lasted a full seven or eight minutes.

Others thought Yuan Weihong was a bit angry; Yuan Weihong's "iron brother" bumped his shoulder: "Wei Ge, go back to rest first and gather in the evening, or get two more bottles of beer?"

"You're the boss, say something?"

"Wait, the partial manuscript I submitted to BMJ main journal seems to have succeeded — this is the commissioned article email from the Editorial Department, let me see clearly." Yuan Weihong still reached out, using his palm to keep that iron brother at arm's length.

Yuan Weihong's words instantly ignited anger in everyone in the private room.

"Are you looking for another beating?" Shen Tao put down the water cup, started rolling up his sleeves.

"Stop messing around, really, no joke." Yuan Weihong turned serious in an instant.

Hearing Yuan Weihong speak like this, everyone's hearts instantly stiffened; although Yuan Weihong still had Versailles suspicion, at least it didn't sound so hate-drawing.

Shen Tao immediately asked: "Is it the basic model research project for fracture line classification?"

"Mhm! ~" Yuan Weihong nodded.

Then looking around, he asked: "How about this, I throw in 5k, you guys play? I might need to go back to the hotel first, handle it. I've waited a long time."

"Scram! ~" Shen Tao was the first to righteously shout.

"Scram."

"Scram!"

"Eh, alright then, you lords, have fun." Yuan Weihong was also very open about it.

At least he had fun, and he definitely wanted these people to have a bit more fun too — what's a few 'scram's to fear, as long as it doesn't involve family members, just jokes at his personal level, Yuan Weihong can take it.

"Damn, a perfectly good person, how can he be this cheap?" After Yuan Weihong left, someone still sourly spat saliva.

At this time, one person instead, instead said faintly: "Wei Ge is still willing to accompany us acting cheap — at least he still connects with the ground; if it were general people, today we wouldn't even get to eat this banquet."

(Chapter End)