Chapter 253

Lan Tianluo knew that Fang Ziye might have misunderstood.

So he hurriedly explained: "Senior Brother Fang, I'm not two-timing, collaborating with other research groups."

"This is, my previous research group, related to mathematics."

"It's just that Master doesn't know about this yet, so Senior Brother, don't tell Master yet." Lan Tianluo reached out to explain, then promised.

"Senior Brother, I would absolutely never betray our master's school, nor leak a single bit."

"Alright alright, we're all materialists, we don't do that swearing business. I was actually just curious to ask, just how big a big shot are you in the Mathematics Department." Fang Ziye said.

"What big shot, it's very hard to produce results in the Mathematics Department. Unless one has exceptionally cunning talent, it's impossible."

"But I'm not that kind of person." Lan Tianluo shook his head.

But Fang Ziye felt Lan Tianluo was very likely exactly that kind of person, but since Lan Tianluo didn't want to say, Fang Ziye didn't continue to struggle over it.

"Tianluo, I didn't used to cook, mainly because cooking alone is meaningless. If you want to cook, we can share food expenses together." Fang Ziye said.

Cooking alone is actually awkward.

One dish feels insufficient, two dishes can't be finished and lack variety, three dishes are even more wasteful, so takeout is better.

"Senior Brother, this doesn't matter."

"Takeout is fine, cooking ourselves is fine." Lan Tianluo acted very casual, as if he wasn't very interested in food.

Immediately after, Lan Tianluo also told Fang Ziye some recent and medium-to-long-term plans, his thinking very mature.

Among them, Lan Tianluo's recent and medium-to-long-term plans for Fang Ziye were respectively: recent, do a good job with technical quality control of animal experiments. Then help write out papers on the new fracture definition and manual reduction related topics.

Third, recently Fang Ziye is responsible for the revision work after manuscript submission to BMJ, at least until Teacher Yuan Weihong's 'thesis defense' ends, it's all Fang Ziye's task.

As for more medium-to-long-term, that's definitely year-end grant applications and next year's general project applications...

If, Lan's if, Fang Ziye feels itchy hands with nothing to do, he can refine the research direction Jie Han applied for earlier, just to kill boredom.

Because the HK2 and osteosarcoma cell research directions still have too many avenues to explore, Fang Ziye doing a bit more casually also counts as preliminary research results for subsequent grant applications.

"Tianluo, I'm not bored!" Fang Ziye raised his hand and said.

Eh, Lan Tianluo hasn't seen himself in a long time, so he thinks he's been idling away in Enshi all this time, doing nothing?

"I know, Senior Brother, I was just mentioning it."

"Brother Jie's task is paper writing, and before year-end this year, still this, then there's the scholarship matter. Senior Brother, if you go abroad then, we'll handle the procedures..."

"Then I found out this Special Research Scholarship review evaluates all years together, not separately..."

Lan Tianluo arranged things very meticulously, making Fang Ziye feel Lan Tianluo's division of labor in the other research group was absolutely not as simple as a mere minion.

At least a small boss like Yuan Weihong.

For such a Lan Tianluo carrying two research groups on one shoulder, Fang Ziye could only shout "awesome" — no other way to express his inner shock.

But regardless, the current Lan Tianluo is right in his own research group, and even in his own house!

Under this premise, unless he's truly bored to death, he'd never risk being a three-surnames slave!

Time flows like water.

Time quickly arrived at late May.

Enshi Central Hospital, Trauma Center Ward.

"Holy crap, it's real, look, Dr. Fang's official PubMed search results!"

"The unit is correct!"

"These are all SCI?" Wang Zhongxing asked Guan Hongming.

After all, the results were searched by Guan Hongming himself.

"Yeah, the ones searched here are all SCI, non-SCI apparently can't be searched out here."

"The quantity of papers isn't the key, mainly look at Dr. Fang Senior Brother's first-author and co-first-author impact factor quality."

"Look, this one, from last year, already has 8+ points."

"An 8-point paper, quality is already very very high. Our hospital's papers published with corresponding unit at 8+ points are limited to case reports and meta-analyses, never an original article type." Guan Hongming explained like this.

"Just say it directly: basically anyone who can publish this kind of paper wouldn't come here job hunting." Big-bearded Wang Zhongxing felt Guan Hongming's speaking style was a bit annoying.

Guan Hongming immediately swallowed his saliva: "No, Brother Xing, I didn't mean that."

Guan Hongming himself wants to stay at Enshi Central Hospital, but can't afford to look down on it.

The person who published 8+ point papers is Fang Ziye, not him Guan Hongming.

"Let's get back to talking about Senior Brother Fang. Actually I'm not a fake fan, I really accidentally searched once, then saw him in the lab last time, that's how I knew Senior Brother Fang is the real deal."

"This 8-point paper is just a start, from then on it's been unstoppable, as if he activated a cheat."

Guan Hongming guessed the truth himself, but then explained it away with scientific laws: "However, this is just appearances. Actually, Senior Brother Fang must have been accumulating for a long time before, that's why there are so so many figures in the newly published papers..."

"What are you all chatting about?" Guan Hongming gathered Wang Zhongxing and others, Director Hong Du saw them and asked like this.

Guan Hongming put away his phone.

Wang Zhongxing stroked the stubble that grew back after shaving this morning and replied: "Nothing, Director Hong, you're still coming to the department this afternoon?"

"An acquaintance is sick, came to take a look, and conveniently check on the department."

"You're all very diligent huh. Still here in the afternoon?" Hong Du explained, then looked at the people in the department and asked.

Quite a few people. Besides Wu Guonan, Xue Tao, Shen Tao, and Zhong Xue Gao, most others were there.

"Director Hong, it's like this: Dr. Fang's fellow trainee came to Enshi, currently practicing operations in the skill training room, saying Dr. Fang will teach his fellow trainee manual reduction technique later."

"We're here waiting to watch the show!"

"This kind of teach-on-the-spot learn-on-the-spot. Never seen it before." Wang Zhongxing said with a spectator's expression.

"Isn't this nonsense?" Hong Du heard and felt this was bullshitting.

"Clinical teaching, where is it that easy? Teach-on-the-spot learn-on-the-spot, this definitely won't work. Unless his fellow trainee already has some foundation!"

Hong Du spoke, adopting a posture as if he wanted to put a stop to Fang Ziye's nonsense.

But at this moment, Zhang Jinchuan asked quite honestly: "Director Hong, previously, even Doctor Wu Xuanqi felt that Doctor Fang's manual reduction skill was very high, and Doctor Wu felt inferior by comparison."

"Later, wasn't it also heard that Old Chinese Doctor Chen felt Doctor Fang's manual reduction was rather miraculous? In that case, would such technique have a different understanding of manual reduction? So it can be learned very quickly?"

Hearing these words, Hong Du couldn't help but frown tightly.

If someone else said this, Hong Du might really think they were deliberately flattering Fang Ziye, but Zhang Jinchuan is a rather honest and sincere person, rarely engaging in commercial mutual flattery.

It's just that this Fang Ziye is becoming more and more unfathomable.

Clearly just a Doctor, first his professional ability, time and again making people find it extraordinary, time and again making many people sigh in admiration, wondering why Fang Ziye can be excellent to such an extent.

However, Fang Ziye's operation ability has broken through everyone's cognitive upper limit many times.

But this is still not the endpoint.

Fang Ziye's research is what's most impressive.

And it's one paper after another, one paper after another, making everyone who couldn't publish SCI in the first place go numb.

Numbness is numbness, but when these are brought up again, they cannot leave only simple numbness.

"Whether it can let people learn faster I don't know, but I've heard people say, Doctor Fang's this paper on manual reduction and fracture, the one to be published might be BMJ." When Guan Hongming spoke, the nerves on his scalp were faintly numb.

"BMJ?"

"The one I'm most familiar with is BJM, right?" Guang Shenqing joked, deliberately pretending not to understand.

But he definitely understands.

As long as one has slightly understood medical research, just understood, it's impossible not to know BMJ.

It's just that for prefecture-level city hospital physicians, this is really too distant; even for them, publishing BMJ is actually the same concept as publishing some high-score SCI journals of ten-odd points.

Because both have already surpassed the upper limit they can access.

"Director Hong, do you want to stay and watch together?" Wang Zhongxing inquired about Hong Du's thoughts.

If Hong Du really wanted to stop Fang Ziye's teaching, he definitely could stop it, but doing so would actually be unsuitable.

Manual reduction technique, operating permission is not high, resident physicians can operate. It's just that Fang Ziye currently doesn't have the seniority to teach. Because Fang Ziye doesn't even count as a Lecturer yet.

"Forget it, I won't mix in with you guys." After thinking it over, Hong Du felt it unnecessary, waved his hand slightly, and left the ward.

After Hong Du left, the others again discussed Fang Ziye's published papers together.

There analyzing which paper should be Fang Ziye's own, which paper should not be written by Fang Ziye personally, but only participated in.

Before long, everyone waited for Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo to return.

When they returned, Fang Ziye's fellow trainee beside him seemed to still carry a trace of confidence on his face.

Seeing this situation, everyone's expressions shifted, and they stood up.

Asked: "Doctor Fang, can that patient's manual reduction start? The patient has already waited a while; if we continue waiting, I'm afraid they'll get impatient."

(Chapter End)