Chapter 495

Fang Ziye's output was so high that even the colleagues in the Research Department had no choice but to report the matter to him.

The research field is quite complex; retraction incidents keep emerging all over the world.

The span of identities is also huge, ranging from Academicians of various countries down to Expert Professors, and even some students who take the crooked path...

The related industrial chain spawned by this is even more abundant.

Wang Xinghuan said cautiously: "Ziye, have you ever bought or sold data or things like that?"

It is data, but not limited to data.

If data or images appear suspiciously similar, countless people will set their sights on you, and once targeted, the light consequence is ruin of reputation, the heavy consequence is you can't even stay in this line of work.

A rare promising seedling in the hospital, Wang Xinghuan did not want Fang Ziye to suffer defeat and ruin here.

Fang Ziye shook his head, taking every word into his ears, and after savoring them for a moment said: "Teacher Wang, I know what you mean is that the span of my research projects is a bit large."

"But I basically have a memory of every single data point in the papers, and all the original data of the papers I've published, I have drafts of them all right here!"

"These data were all collected by us ourselves!"

Fang Ziye's papers naturally have a large span, from new models of animal experiments, to osteosarcoma and giant cell tumor of bone in basic research, to new classification definitions for fractures.

Clinical projects on mangled extremity.

After replying, Fang Ziye saw Wang Xinghuan's brows still tightly locked, and continued: "Teacher Wang, furthermore, our research group is still continuously collecting data, we should still have several papers published this year."

Since it was frankness, Fang Ziye wasn't afraid to add some thickness to himself, because these are things that will inevitably happen soon.

"Did you dig up a treasure trove?" Wang Xinghuan said with great surprise.

Even after speaking, to suppress the shock in his heart, he unnaturally pulled open the drawer on his left, and took out a pack of Huanghelou Cigarette Cigarette from inside.

Lit one, letting the smoke swirl without avoiding suspicion.

In the hospital, publishing an article of over ten points warrants the Publicity Department writing a short piece for the official account or official website to report on it.

If a research group has two papers over fifteen points, the hospital should conduct a special interview.

But Fang Ziye's team completely exceeds this standard and concept.

Such a concept, even Dean Wang Xinghuan finds a bit frightening.

There is a saying: the higher you are lifted, the harder you fall.

Fang Ziye could understand that Wang Xinghuan is not an Orthopedics professional, so he doesn't understand the practical significance of the clinical projects they are doing now.

In fact, whether it's mangled extremity or functional reconstruction surgery, either is enough to make the provincial publicity departments boil, it's just that those people may not have reacted yet.

Perhaps they have reacted, but were suppressed by some inpatients in the department, to avoid too few resources, lest they end up unable to compete for them when the time comes.

And the "Microcirculation Instrument" that just came out yesterday is a major transformation for Trauma Surgery; although it imitated the principle of the foreign Extracorporeal Circulation Instrument, it only improved it.

But it is still worthy of being remembered by history.

"Count it as such, I met a group of very like-minded friends, and also relied on the hospital's trust, which gave the research group some extra project funding."

"But our group also didn't betray the hospital's trust and generosity; within the scope of our capabilities, we did things properly and diligently."

"And produced some results." Fang Ziye did not answer everything fully.

Fang Ziye believed that since Wang Xinghuan called him here, he must know some of the things that happened to him.

Just one point.

If his own research group hadn't produced something shocking, why would the Sixth People's Hospital of Magic Capital let Fang Ziye go for consultation surgery?

Why would Tongji Hospital let him go for consultation surgery and give teaching lectures?

Why would the Hubei Medical Association Trauma Surgery Branch organize a special Q&A lecture?

These are all traceable.

Wang Xinghuan took a drag of smoke, deep into the bottom of his lungs, then slowly exhaled.

Under the brief hypoxia caused by the smoke, and the "excitement" stimulation of nicotine, Wang Xinghuan nodded faintly: "Before you came, I already talked with your department's Professor Du and Professor Deng many times."

"Admittedly, they highly recognize your capability, Ziye, and think very highly of the clinical projects you've produced."

"But even Professor Du and Professor Deng are very puzzled."

"With data available, how did you produce so many papers so fast."

"Writing papers is also a very mentally draining thing."

Wang Xinghuan strongly suspected that Fang Ziye's research group was using project funds to pay outside companies to ghostwrite.

Such ghostwriting is very prone to problems.

Fang Ziye laughed immediately upon hearing this: "Teacher Wang, you don't need to worry about this problem even more; our papers have never used any polishing service."

"It's just that our research group has a fellow trainee who is very skilled at this; statistical data might be relatively slower for him."

"But just writing papers, he's as smooth as a native-language writer."

Fang Ziye also noticed Wang Xinghuan still had other questions, so Fang Ziye added: "I have another fellow trainee who is very skilled at data statistics, data analysis..."

Wang Xinghuan: "..."

*Cough cough cough! * Wang Xinghuan might have smoked too hard at once, and choked on a few violent coughs.

Unable to hold back, he directly stubbed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, mouth slightly open: "Where did your research group get so many talents?"

Good fellow.

One Fang Ziye as vanguard charging into battle, one fellow trainee cultivating himself with data statistics foundation, and one skilled at writing deploying the troops.

This tm is purely a research paper production assembly line fresh off the line.

Fang Ziye continued explaining: "The year I took the postgraduate exam at our hospital, I was the worst in grades, comprehensive interview score dead last, my Master had shallow seniority, so he could only take me."

"My fellow trainee was pitied by our department's leaders, so they granted him second-year priority selection."

"My other fellow trainee was obtained by my Master trading a year of no promotion."

Yuan Weihong indeed endured a year without promotion.

Otherwise, after Yuan Weihong secured the Outstanding Youth Fund project last year, he should have become Deputy Chief Physician and Associate Professor.

As the saying goes, coincidences make the story; Wang Xinghuan's jealousy at this moment was no longer directed at Fang Ziye, but at that inexplicable teacher.

To have several such capable students.

Any one of them taken alone can hold their own; with the three gathered together, how satisfying must it be for him? Just how far will he be pushed in the end?

Wang Xinghuan smacked his lips a few times, then looked Fang Ziye up and down for a while.

Fang Ziye was not tall, about 1.78 meters, handsome in a refined way, with a steady temperament, neither servile nor arrogant.

Now, because his foundation was solid enough, he didn't need to blow even a single word of bullshit, appearing humble and respectful, yet actually quite at ease, without a shred of nervousness.

What could Fang Ziye be nervous about? The papers pressing down on him could crush Wang Xinghuan to death; with Fang Ziye's current research output, even top-tier expert old professors wouldn't necessarily dare to compete with Fang Ziye.

Some old academicians, perhaps through accumulation over distant years, might have accumulated a bit more than Fang Ziye...

"So you submit manuscripts?" Wang Xinghuan asked at the end.

Fang Ziye said: "No no no, Teacher Wang, currently in most situations, our research group accepts invited submissions."

"Of course there are also submitted manuscripts, it's just that the quantity of submissions is not many."

Invited submissions are generally the hallmark of top-tier big shots; only top-tier experts and professors who are very renowned in the industry receive such treatment.

Journals do this to increase the journal's gold content and raise the impact factor.

Fang Ziye's research group has actually become able to receive invited submissions from such top-tier journals.

This fucking explains it!

Invited submissions and submitted manuscripts are two completely different concepts; the supply-demand relationship has changed.

"You go back." Wang Xinghuan said.

"Teacher Wang, if there's nothing else, I'll head out first."

"I still have two surgeries later." Fang Ziye slowly stood up and said.

"Go on, do the surgeries well."

After Fang Ziye left, Wang Xinghuan touched his fake hair, and only after scratching off the lush wig did he reveal the typical Mediterranean "luxuriant hair."

"Damn it." Wang Xinghuan cursed under his breath.

"I fucking actually let someone Versailles in front of my face."

"This is truly cheap."

Before long, Wang Xinghuan called up a deputy director of the research department's office.

He was precisely the one who had specially noted that Fang Ziye's research group's research output was extraordinarily exaggerated.

"Dean Wang, how did the inquiry go?" Deputy Director Han Mo asked.

"I've already reported this matter to Director Xiao Kaifa."

Wang Xinghuan propped his chin with both hands, his right hand scraping from the back of his head forward to confirm the wig was covering, then said: "Let's stop this matter here for now."

"What I just heard was completely a Versailles tone under the guise of humility; there shouldn't be any funny business."

"Moreover, just as the Medical Affairs Department's records show, Fang Ziye can be invited by so many prestigious hospitals with very strong orthopedics to do consultation surgeries."

"Naturally he has produced something remarkable; if you really want to inquire, you can find some external orthopedics colleagues to consult about what Ziye's research group is doing."

"Knock knock knock!" As Wang Xinghuan spoke to here, a knocking sound came from the doorway.

"Come in." Wang Xinghuan called out.

Han Mo opposite subconsciously stood up first, clearly ready at any moment to yield his seat if needed.

The visitor was slightly plump, with thick straight thighs and a wide waist support.

It was precisely Medical Affairs Department Director Xiong Hanzhong.

Xiong Hanzhong entered laughing: "Director Han is here too?"

Wang Xinghuan said: "Director Xiong, you speak first about what you found out."

Xiong Hanzhong said: "Dean Wang, truly remarkable."

"I've already inquired with many friends at famous orthopedic hospitals; their hospitals, up to now, have still not yet carried out those surgeries that our hospital routinely carries out."

"Only Jishuitan Hospital and Huashan Hospital are currently doing a small amount of surgeries related to peripheral nerve injury treatment."

"The surgical outcomes and quality are very good, but from functional reconstruction surgery, according to internal personnel, there is still a distance."

"And, I heard that some professors at Huashan Hospital and Jishuitan Hospital have said they should proactively come to our hospital to discuss and exchange with Doctor Fang."

"It's just that some professors don't acknowledge this behavior, simply unable to let go of their face."

"What's this 'unable to let go of face'?" Wang Xinghuan was a bit angry.

Isn't this just looking down on Zhongnan Hospital's level, feeling unqualified to engage in equal exchange with them?

Although this is fact, hearing it from Xiong Hanzhong, Wang Xinghuan's heart still felt stifled.

Xiong Hanzhong reorganized his language: "It means they say, the surgeries our hospital can do, their hospitals can also do, it's just a matter of time."

"However, West China Hospital, Tongji, and Magic Capital Sixth People's Hospital currently all cooperate quite closely with our hospital's orthopedics."

"Functional reconstruction surgery has attracted some patients, and up to now, the province's meaning is not to publicize it extensively, lest the benefits flow outward..."

"Of course, the province's meaning also says to encourage our hospital's orthopedics to conduct more professional exchanges and peer exchanges."

Xiong Hanzhong spoke to here, his complexion also changed slightly!

This is actually taking off one's pants to fart, a superfluous action.

Truly powerful and influential people, as long as you release the wind, others will know early. Capable people can still squeeze into the hospital; it's those in-between people who want timely surgery and are afraid of being squeezed out.

"Sigh..." Wang Xinghuan sighed.

Covering his forehead, he cursed in a low voice: "What kind of chaotic fiddle-playing is this? One's own family produces a bit of achievement and they won't even issue an award certificate."

Han Mo then said: "Dean, we are already trying our best to negotiate with Han City University's Institute of Science and Technology Development."

"Such good surgical technology needs to go out; it cannot rely solely on the strength of the orthopedics department alone."

Han City University is a ministry-affiliated university, directly under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Education; therefore, if someone with more weight can step forward.

Fang Ziye's team can develop better, and subsequent teaching and other matters will also proceed more smoothly.

At least in Wang Xinghuan's view, the current Zhongnan Hospital should not be simply locked down by surgery.

It has already been several months, yet there isn't a single proper report on the hospital's official website; those who don't know would think he, Wang Xinghuan, is blind, and the hospital's Publicity Department is inactive!

Deliberately suppressing Fang Ziye and the others.

"Continue communicating with the people from the Science Development Academy; I'll also continue thinking of a solution."

"If we wait until one day, Fang Ziye and them shock the whole world, yet still haven't left Zhongnan Hospital."

"Then we'll be forced onto the crest of the storm." Wang Xinghuan is very awake.

His current choices are very narrow: either help Fang Ziye widen the path, or force Fang Ziye into a dead end, suppress their development, and follow the steps of the 'big picture'.

Wang Xinghuan himself comes from a clinical background and knows the hardship of clinical doctors.

So he very naturally chose the former.

The promotion of this surgery should not rely on a small part of people, but should let more people know that this exists.

Let more people actively invest themselves into this functional reconstruction technique, and let more common people benefit from this breakthrough in medical technology.

"Let's stop here for today! ~"

"I don't want any situation where you privately communicate with the clinical team to occur; I said before, Fang Ziye reports directly to me. No matter where you heard the phone call from, you have him call me directly, or relay the meaning." Wang Xinghuan said.

(Chapter End)