Chapter 240

In the private room, everyone fell silent.

Although these words sounded rather harsh, they were indeed a fact.

If Yuan Weihong were a bit more aloof, with the research accumulation Yuan Weihong's students had achieved, sending Yuan Weihong up to a level they could never reach would be a steady, sure thing.

The Outstanding Youth Fund is not merely an honor; it is also a symbol of strength, and even more so a kind of Jianghu status.

Once evaluated for this, one's future prospects become a smooth road.

Generally speaking, after evaluating for the Outstanding Youth Fund, as long as one doesn't commit suicide, proceeding steadily, later obtaining a Distinguished Youth and Changjiang Scholar are both very smooth sailing.

One might ask, in all of Eastern Han's trauma surgery, how many Distinguished Youth-level professors have emerged? And these professors, which one is not a giant of Eastern Han, still belonging to the big-shot level at the nationwide Orthopedics Annual Conference?

What is a big-shot? It is someone who can play together with experts and professors like Professor Duan Hong, a provincial top-tier expert, rather than accompanying them to play; that is called a big-shot.

Further up, there are only the past Elders, and some of the very top, publicly recognized leaders, who can be said to hold a steady advantage.

But Elder-level people have all already withdrawn from the main battlefield, merely appearing at the conference venue out of hobby and pursuit; every era was once the future, and all are the world of young people.

"Does this count as one person attaining the Dao, chickens and dogs ascending to heaven?" Someone began to joke.

Shen Tao heard and said: "Although these words carry a suspicion of insulting Yuan Weihong, I feel he really is a dog."

"Why not mess around a bit more together?"

"Didn't Yuan Weihong say to keep five thousand? Then according to this standard, spend it all……"

"Come come come, waiter, bring wine……" Everyone began to find joy in jealousy; at any rate they had to pluck some wool from Yuan Weihong.

……

Fang Ziye originally planned to have a good chat with Luo Tingzhu, but the two had only video chatted for a few minutes when Fang Ziye's video end was directly shot shut by Yuan Weihong's phone call.

But Fang Ziye didn't dare hang up directly either, answering with a smile: "Master, have you eaten lunch?"

"I've eaten, are you in the room?"

"How about you come over, or I'll come find you." Yuan Weihong was polite for a moment.

Fang Ziye immediately stood up: "Master, better you open the door for me."

From the past few days, seeing many people personally visit Deng Yong and Professor Duan Hong, Fang Ziye knew that who goes to whose door actually carries different implications.

Although there's no need to be overly polite with Master, Fang Ziye felt that if he could run the errand, he shouldn't trouble the teacher.

Yuan Weihong's kindness toward him wouldn't decrease specially because of whether he personally gets arrogant or not.

After Fang Ziye arrived at Yuan Weihong's room, he originally thought Yuan Weihong would still talk to him about the competition, but after hearing Yuan Weihong's words.

Fang Ziye's heart was also quite delighted.

Medicine has its own four top journals.

New England Journal of Medicine (NEJM), The Lancet, Journal of the American Medical Association (JAMA), British Medical Journal (BMJ).

For example Nature, it is actually a comprehensive journal with relatively high ranking, not a medicine-exclusive journal.

Being able to publish in BMJ, able to break out from so many teams worldwide, this kind of delight is by no means ordinary.

"It's just that our team's current basic accumulation isn't that much yet; otherwise, we might be able to contact a journal like JAMA."

"But now it's already very good; a towering building rises from level ground. After our paper is published, besides the journal's own impact factor, there is also the paper's exclusive impact factor."

"General papers all rely on the journal to pull the impact factor up, but we can do it — be the people who pull the journal's impact factor up." Yuan Weihong smiled until his teeth seemed not so tightly packed, the tooth gaps faintly widening a bit.

While saying this, he lightly patted Fang Ziye's shoulder, a face full of auntie smile; the appreciation and protectiveness were completely no longer concealed.

"Master, in that case, your Outstanding Youth Fund defense shouldn't be a problem, right?" Fang Ziye asked.

Yuan Weihong heard this and self-consciously handsomely wiped his Mediterranean.

"Doesn't matter! ~" Yuan Weihong said very disdainfully.

"Ah?" Fang Ziye's eyelids lifted slightly, thinking: Master, what kind of plane are you pulling now?

"Whether the Outstanding Youth Fund defense succeeds or not, it doesn't matter anymore."

"In our country, examples of exporting fiercely abroad but having zero harm exporting domestically are everywhere. Such a macro environment seems to come with Eastern Han research skin attack immunity."

"Success or failure isn't important; getting it is best, both you and I should be more at ease. Don't be obsessed; being too obsessed, we lose first ourselves."

"With achievements, breakthroughs, research, progress, and peers who still understand the market situation, we don't need some empty fame to accompany us." Yuan Weihong still wore a piled-up smile, as if no longer putting the Outstanding Youth Fund defense he originally valued so much to heart.

And seeing such a pressure-free Yuan Weihong, Fang Ziye also felt quite delighted.

Before a major event, being able to have a relatively relaxed mindset is an extremely good thing.

"Master, if you can think this way, that's best. I also feel this way; we doctors ultimately still have to land in the clinical field."

"So, some empty fame, what should be fought for we go fight for, but there's also no need to be obsessed for empty fame and spend too much time."

"Master, actually I could have pushed once more before the competition, I feel I could contend for the Special Prize, but I didn't do it." Fang Ziye just honestly shared his small regret with Master.

Yuan Weihong shook his head: "Since you feel it's too strenuous, then adapt to circumstances; Special Prize not this year, next year can get it, next year not, the year after definitely can."

"With your qualification, there will always be a day you get it."

"Go, today we have double happiness arriving, let's go out, together we'll have a small drink." Yuan Weihong patted Fang Ziye's shoulder, inviting Fang Ziye to go out for late-night snacks.

Fang Ziye's round this afternoon was already scheduled in fifth place; tomorrow morning there is no competition.

And Yuan Weihong also only has a small lecture this morning; tomorrow morning no schedule arranged, just waiting to return to Han City.

Yuan Weihong got drunk!

But perhaps it's because Fang Ziye really grew up, so Yuan Weihong told Fang Ziye many, many heartfelt words.

Among them, some included Yuan Weihong's view of Fang Ziye.

Yuan Weihong said, a long time ago, Yuan Weihong actually wanted to give Fang Ziye a push, but was afraid that after pushing Fang Ziye into the doctoral threshold, Fang Ziye would still be very tired, still gain nothing, finally get hope then despair again.

If bearing the doctor title but ultimately having no achievements, even Han City hospitals wouldn't want Fang Ziye, Fang Ziye would still have to return to a prefecture-level city hospital; at that time, Fang Ziye would be even more melancholy.

Even harder to take off Kong Yiji's long robe, so Yuan Weihong said he only pushed Fang Ziye once in Fang Ziye's final year, good or bad all left to fate.

Of course, all this, today's Fang Ziye no longer needs to worry about.

Given Fang Ziye's current accumulation, getting early graduation, hospital retention at Zhongnan, top-tier talent introduction funds — are all natural progression things.

"You don't need to worry about this. Professor Deng won't be biased against you during hospital retention just because you were my student during your Master's stage."

"Recruitment and recruiting PhD students are completely different concepts. Professor Deng knows this perfectly well in his heart. If there really is an accident, then Professor Deng's days might not be easy either."

"Any clear-eyed person knows that Tongji, Xiehe, and even out-of-province universities would all try to recruit you, yet Professor Deng let you go. That's not how a leader acts."

"Those where accidents can happen are mostly those who are excellent but not obviously so." Yuan Weihong was soothing Fang Ziye like this.

Actually, Fang Ziye wasn't too worried anymore either.

As long as Zhongnan Hospital wants to take the high-end and cutting-edge research route and wants to move upward, then every single person with great talent in research and clinical work will not be let go.

And given the degree of importance Han City University attaches to its affiliated hospitals, even if Professor Deng Yong doesn't want him, Fang Ziye can still directly go through the school's Talent Introduction Plan. At that time, whether to recruit Fang Ziye or not won't be decided by Orthopedics alone.

As long as you're awesome enough, the school can step forward for you.

Just like, if an Academician wants to job-hop, there would be other Academicians from the prospective unit handling a lot of procedures for you; you just need to come over.

Of course, this was also the first time Yuan Weihong mentioned his previous psychological struggle to Fang Ziye.

Yuan Weihong told Fang Ziye for the first time about his melancholy over this year's face standard grant rejection, although Yuan Weihong still said that none of this mattered anymore.

But Fang Ziye still knew that Yuan Weihong was still disappointed. How could it not matter?

It was clearly something Yuan Weihong himself excelled at, something he had specialized in, yet because of insufficient accumulation, it was snatched away by his own Senior Brother. How could there not be a thorn in his heart?

"Master, it's all in the past. Our small team isn't getting better and better now?"

"If my calculation isn't wrong, both Fellow Trainees can get the special-class Research Reward this year, that's fifty to seventy thousand, so much!"

"And me, I should be able to get one after enrollment too." Fang Ziye said with a smile.

Research Scholarships are established by every university; that belongs to immortals clashing.

But there's no way. Today's Fang Ziye, because the team isn't large, the sword he brandishes himself, because not many people share it, and the quality is good enough, can help him and both Fellow Trainees all slaughter their way through the same grade.

Although it's said that among Han City University's Master's students there are also crouching tigers and hidden dragons, Fang Ziye today is also among the tigers and dragons. He won't have his excellence deprived just because of others' excellence.

One asks, how many people can achieve such accomplishments during their Doctoral stage?

Naturally, there might still be a gap compared to the non-medical Cao brothers, but medicine is originally not quite the same as other disciplines. Medical experiments and medical research rarely see breakthroughs!

On the return journey, Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye chose to walk. Fang Ziye supported Yuan Weihong on one hand, while sending Luo Tingzhu the recorded video for Yuan Weihong on the other.

Yuan Weihong was singing, enjoying the small happiness belonging exclusively to the Master's School.

"Seemingly a Mandarin Duck Butterfly, not the era for it!"

"But who can escape the sorrow of the mortal world!"

"Flowery world, Mandarin Duck Butterfly..."

Tonight's Yuan Weihong should be as happy as Fang Ziye was on his graduation night, because if nothing unexpected happens, he is about to graduate from the Attending Physician and Master's Supervisor stage, and next year he'll be able to reach the new identity and journey of Deputy Chief Physician and PhD Supervisor.

If the current Yuan Weihong can't even get a PhD Supervisor qualification, and can't even get the Associate Professor and Deputy Chief Physician titles, then Han City University would have long since fist-beaten Tsinghua and foot-stomped Magic Capital!

(Chapter End)