Chapter 256

"Precisely because he is a student, he possesses greater uncertainty and malleability, so he is all the more easily changed, easily blinded, because the price he needs to pay is extremely small." Martin Yong explained it this way.

He then added: "The result is also very obvious. Even if Master has left, and I and Senior Brother Liu have left, it still won't cause an especially large impact on your teacher; he can still remain safe and sound at Zhongnan Hospital."

"He can even stay there very well."

Fang Ziye found it hard to understand the 'well' Martin Yong spoke of: "Teacher Martin, how do you know Teacher Yuan is staying very well?"

Fang Ziye did not use Master to replace Yuan Weihong, but directly switched to Teacher Yuan, because Martin Yong had used the word Master to replace Professor Chu.

"Does that not count as well?" Martin Yong looked seriously at Fang Ziye, feeling that perhaps Fang Ziye couldn't quite understand the suffering in the workplace, which was why he would feel that the current Yuan Weihong still didn't count as well.

Perhaps it really was like that. Fang Ziye currently belonged to the 'genius' category; geniuses in their early stage mostly have smooth sailing, and have not yet suffered or experienced society's toxic beatings.

Society doesn't toxic-beat mediocre people; life won't let ordinary people off.

To suffer society's toxic beatings, one might also need to meet a certain threshold to have such an opportunity.

"Teacher Martin, is it possible that if none of this had happened, my teacher could have lived better?"

"And because some things happened before, it made my teacher, even to end up like this now, expend more effort, even pay a struggle akin to his life's upper limit?"

"To put it more sharply, this is comparable to plotting for wealth and harming lives." Fang Ziye learned from Wu Xuanqi's tone and temperament.

Because up to now, Wu Xuanqi was the most clever, relatively most shameless person Fang Ziye had ever seen, ever encountered.

Shamelessness is not merely a moral character; it is more a psychological quality that allows Fang Ziye to say with a clear conscience things that can only be spoken when occupying the moral high ground.

And these words, without seizing this first-mover advantage, definitely could not be spoken.

First, one still has to be shameless.

Martin Yong's facial skin twitched and he struggled for a good while before saying: "It seems, Little Fang, you've learned the essence of your Master's later temperament and personality as your own."

"No no no, that's too heart-piercing of you. I merely took away a portion of things that shouldn't belong to me, but actually they are our team's things, and I am also a member of the team."

"Moreover, perhaps if we hadn't taken them, in the end they still wouldn't have fallen into your teacher's hands, but would have been divided out to many outsiders."

"And?" Martin Yong still wanted to say something.

But seeing Fang Ziye's eyeballs roll seven or eight circles while he was speaking, he knew Fang Ziye was absolutely not as upright as he appeared on the surface.

Fang Ziye being able to speak those heart-piercing condemnations standing on the moral high ground represented that Fang Ziye was someone who could, to a certain extent, do without the so-called justice, elegant halo.

People who don't need a halo are mostly hard to deal with.

"Little Fang, all this is already unimportant, it's already been so many years, right?"

"What significance is there in pursuing it further back?"

"Even if Yuan Weihong wanted to whistleblow, he can't retroactively prove it, just like I can't prove I once participated in these research projects, did some experimental steps, also contributed experimental achievements."

"Yuan Weihong also can't prove that before, the vast majority was all done by him."

"This has no meaning. After the paper is published, as long as it's Professor Chu's team, as long as it's still the Zhongnan Hospital corresponding address, then whether it's Professor Chu, or me, or Yuan Weihong, or Senior Brother Liu at the time."

"It's all irrelevant."

"Because our previous cooperation has always proven that we are a research small group."

"Just like, if your current Fellow Trainee takes one of your papers and submits it, but doesn't write your name, but writes your Master's name, you also can't whistleblow!"

"Right?"

"Since we live in the real world, let's be realistic." Martin Yong also didn't play any sentimentality with Fang Ziye anymore, just hastily poked through all the surfaces.

"Teacher Martin, since you've admitted it all, I feel we have nothing to talk about."

"These teas, we can go dutch! I can also treat." Fang Ziye didn't even have the desire to treat Martin Yong to a cup of tea once.

Facing Fang Ziye's disgust, Martin Yong didn't get particularly angry, but said: "No no no, Little Fang, precisely because we've both spoken plainly and put it on the table, we have a lot to talk about."

"Since it can be put out to discuss, this is cooperation, also called collaboration."

"Collaboration arises, it becomes a big team. The power of a team."

As the words reached here, Fang Ziye's voice inserted into Martin Yong's throat like a fish bone: "It lies in taking without telling, forcibly taking to the face, right?"

"Teacher Martin feels my teacher was given a vivid lesson, and I, this student of Teacher Yuan Weihong, didn't personally participate, so Teacher Martin also wants to give me a lesson?"

"Uh! ~" Martin Yong's voice immediately crashed, and within his entire elegant demeanor, there were threads of gloom.

"That's not theft!"

"Little Fang, don't make your words sound so ugly." Martin Yong's tone shifted slightly.

"Fine!" Fang Ziye nodded.

"Then if Teacher Martin's so-called cooperation, if we have such a thing happen again in the future, it's also definitely not theft, right?"

"Not theft, is it plagiarism? Or some other, nicer-sounding word?"

"Hmm, actually, Teacher Martin, I'm fundamentally not interested in the cooperation you speak of, so that's why I kept interrupting you."

"Moreover, the one you need to persuade first is my teacher, then me."

"Of course, I can guarantee, even if you can persuade my teacher, you can't persuade me, because to cooperate with me, Teacher Martin, your team might still be too?" Fang Ziye said with quite heart-piercing intent.

But actually, Fang Ziye was doing this on purpose.

Isn't it just to disgust people.

"Teacher Martin, don't be anxious yet."

"First, currently, among the teams I have collaboration with, the one with the shallowest seniority is Associate Professor Hong Zili's team, but Associate Professor Hong Zili is a very young Doctoral Supervisor at Zhongnan Hospital."

"And he's a Doctoral Supervisor Ivy League; every year he must have his PhD student quota."

"Perhaps, Teacher Martin, compared to Associate Professor Hong Zili's team, your team is also slightly insufficient; otherwise, at your current unit, you would definitely already be a Full Professor long ago."

"Of course, there are also some other teams; you don't need to know about them, and I also don't suggest you inquire..." Fang Ziye spoke to here, then cut off.

Fang Ziye's words had a certain degree of insult.

Martin Yong said: "Little Fang, we can still win-win, because no matter how many collaboration teams you have, how many friends, one more friend means one more path."

"You can understand my meaning. I just need to hang a name; where it's hung doesn't matter. It helps me a lot, but the help to you and your teacher is actually relatively not that great."

"Moreover, even if Little Fang you disagree, I can also spend a certain amount of money to let the company help me establish such a model, and then I..."

Fang Ziye heard this and said, "Whatever, Teacher Ma."

"But it'd be best if the company you're asking for doesn't repeat our routine, otherwise it's infringement, because since a patent exists, it's meant to be applied for."

Fang Ziye also didn't know if what he said was logically correct, but anyway right now he felt great.

Even more, Fang Ziye was looking forward to Martin Yong suicidally charging into the very laboratory he wanted to go to, charging until his head was broken and blood flowing, charging until he suspected life itself.

Charging until afterward, he would never dare think about coming to discuss cooperation again, and even he wouldn't dare go to Yuan Weihong to beg for mercy.

Cooperation?

The current Martin Yong, what qualifications does he have to talk about cooperation?

This HK2-related project is a sub-project group composed of the Sanatorium's Energy Metabolism Group; what qualifications does Martin Yong have to discuss cooperation?

"Ziye, you're still too young, so you might not understand the weight of the cooperation I'm talking about."

"I'll put it straight: he could be a sum of money, or several high-score papers, belonging to mutually gifted presents." Martin Yong still wasn't willing to give up.

After all, if Fang Ziye here was willing to give a name-only credit, the work was done by Fang Ziye, and Martin Yong had over ninety-five percent confidence he could persuade Yuan Weihong.

"Little Fang, you'll definitely be very satisfied." Martin Yong finished speaking, a bit confident. He looked at Fang Ziye.

"As for money, I'm not interested. Although I'm very short on money, I'm not that short. The money I lack is clean money that can be earned in the era of earning money."

"As for papers, Teacher Ma, how high can the impact factor of the papers you give be?"

"As high as BMJ?" Fang Ziye learned from a certain famous movie, the tailor saying 'three or four floors high' in that cheap cheap tone.

"Eh! ~" The words at Martin Yong's lips stalled again immediately.

BMJ isn't something ordinary people can publish in.

You could put it this way: probably even in domestic extremely awesome teaching hospitals, over ninety percent of professors might never have published something this awesome.

"Teacher Ma, you're the one doing academics; you should know, academics this thing, once you go up it's hard to come down. Once vision gets high, you generally won't easily land, unless there's no choice."

"Just like after I published SCI, I also didn't feel my previously published CSCD was anything proud, even very ordinary, and wouldn't think of publishing there again."

"Later I published Zone 1, and didn't want to waste time publishing other zone papers."

"Later, I published Journal of Thoracic Oncology, and I felt papers below 20 points had no meaning."

"Even later, I published JAMA Oncology, and only then felt it was not bad, not bad."

"But now?" Fang Ziye had already stopped continuing.

Martin Yong's face turned green and yellow for a while.

"But? Yuan Weihong he?" Martin Yong was shocked beyond addition.

He had checked Yuan Weihong's resume and publication record, but hadn't checked Fang Ziye's.

(Chapter End)