Chapter 59: Lan Clan's Method of Making Friends (Please Collect, Please Continue Reading)

"Knowledge points +5!" After the surgery, the panel gave a response, and Fang Ziye's pain from being kicked vanished instantly, replaced entirely by a sense of achievement.

Just then Luo Tingzhu called Sun Shaoqing to continue the turnover disinfection for the next surgery; Sun Shaoqing was about to look for a job and needed to learn more surgical procedures, so he couldn't continue being poor with Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye thus brought his fellow trainees Jie Han and Lan Tianluo out of the operating room.

Lan Tianluo looked at Fang Ziye with a gaze full of envy: "Senior Brother, your surgical foundation is truly good, not inferior to Wang Shixiong and Brother Gu at all."

Lan Tianluo made a comparison.

Wang Shixiong and Brother Gu were Teacher Deng's doctoral students, Wang Yuanqi and Gu Yi.

Fang Ziye was clear-headed at this moment: "Not necessarily, Elder Brother Yi's debridement technique is better than mine, and Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi's suturing technique is also quite eye-catching; Professor Deng has praised him more than once, so don't flatter me."

Lan Tianluo said with a smile: "Isn't this an average? Is Senior Brother Fang's average level more balanced?"

Jie Han also nodded honestly at this moment: "Yes, Senior Brother, Professor Xie, Master, and Professor Deng have all evaluated it seriously. Senior Brother Sun has mentioned it too."

"So Professor Deng hopes you won't discard it; even if you temporarily leave clinical work, it's still a luxurious waste of talent. Experiments must be considered, but surgical skills absolutely cannot be neglected."

"Professor Deng estimated that, according to the normal learning progress, your proficiency in operating internal fixation devices shouldn't be low, so he specially found such a surgery for you."

"Otherwise, how could patients for internal fixation removal surgery be admitted?"

Fang Ziye naturally understood Professor Deng's painstaking efforts; if he wanted to stay in the hospital, professional research was indispensable, and Teacher Deng didn't want his path to go astray.

"What should we eat today? Senior Brother treats you. You helped me push the C-arm, and you've worked hard." Fang Ziye was a bit happy.

Although the surgery wasn't highly difficult, it was just right for me at the moment. If it were a common surgery in the department, my only senior skill would be staring blankly.

How could I possibly handle a complex fracture reconstruction surgery?

This could also earn me some knowledge points, feeling smug.

Jie Han suggested: "Senior Brother, let's go Dutch. You treat us every time; that's not right."

Lan Tianluo also nodded: "Actually, based on income, I should treat you for this meal."

It was now close to November; Lan Tianluo had received two months' salary, nearly ten thousand, making him the wealthiest.

"Lan Tianluo, didn't you say you'd treat us to a big meal? Today we'll just make do at a nearby fly restaurant, and I'll treat you."

"Oh, right, Tian Luo, after eating, Jie Han and I still need to process some experimental data. Today you go to the training room alone."

"In a while, Luo Tingzhu and Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing will definitely be in the training room. If you have any questions, just ask them." Fang Ziye greeted Lan Tianluo.

Because the application for the school-level project was coming up, Jie Han was in the master's batch and happened to be a first-year master's student; this age was the most suitable for applying.

Fang Ziye was currently nearing master's graduation and was not within the application scope, because with unfinished research projects pressing on him, no matter how excellent he was, he couldn't graduate.

With Jie Han's help, Fang Ziye published several articles to decorate himself, and naturally prepared some preliminary experimental data for Jie Han, letting him apply for the school-level project to bring back some money for the research group.

"Oh, okay!" Lan Tianluo forced a smile.

"Senior Brother, what kind of project data are you processing? Can you let me broaden my horizons?"

"I won't leak secrets," Lan Tianluo asked curiously.

Fang Ziye and Jie Han glanced at each other, thought for a moment; Lan Tianluo was just an ordinary resident physician without even the qualification to apply for projects, so it didn't matter if he saw them.

Jie Han carried the computer, so both nodded.

Eating at the nearby fly restaurant; the hygiene was good, the taste average, but it was cheap...

Then, after Jie Han and Fang Ziye took out the computer and briefly introduced some basics to Lan Tianluo, the two of them completely couldn't get out of it.

Not long, just half an hour.

Originally it was to introduce basics to Lan Tianluo, but it turned into Lan Tianluo introducing basics to the two of them.

After the meal, Fang Ziye and Jie Han borrowed a campus card and directly brought Lan Tianluo into the Medical Department's library, because the library's computers had some data processing software they hadn't downloaded.

Four-thirty in the afternoon.

Looking at his data being visualized into graph structure diagrams in a not-so-kind way, Fang Ziye felt numb.

Even Jie Han, who was good at writing articles and claimed to be a big hand in articles in the department, stared at Lan Tianluo speechlessly: "Brother Luo, what's your background?"

"How are you so familiar with using software?"

Lan Tianluo, not knowing which Tencent-affiliated website he logged into, called up a string of code and directly performed a dimensionality-reduction strike on the data in the Excel spreadsheet.

The visualized images were more intuitive and clear than data processed by specific software in traditional medical articles; this tm is not normal.

Jie Han even used the title "you."

"That, maybe it was a coincidence."

"Senior Brother Fang, Brother Han, you go ahead and be busy; I'm going to the training room." After finishing, Lan Tianluo wanted to hurry and say goodbye and slip away.

"No, Brother Luo, at least finish dinner together, then go together." Fang Ziye politely called out Brother Luo.

"Is that all the data you need to process?" Lan Tianluo was slightly surprised.

If he hadn't seen Lan Tianluo's operation and data processing methods with his own eyes, Fang Ziye would have slapped him and asked if he still dared to keep pretending.

What do you mean "that's all"? This is my output from the past month in the laboratory, okay?

These things can serve as preliminary research results for Lan Tianluo's subsequent miRNA signaling pathway application; these data are useful, not for nonsense.

But?

Fang Ziye still couldn't say such words.

"Currently, currently that's all." Fang Ziye didn't know how to respond.

Anyway, the senior brothers in the laboratory, including the senior brothers who are academic PhD students, are estimated to need half a month to one month to process such data; if writing it into an article, it might take half a year.

Fang Ziye's data wasn't much, but for an experienced person, ten days to half a month wasn't considered time; Lan Tianluo solved it in a few hours.

"Go go go, Brother Luo, let's go eat together, I'll treat you to a big meal..." Even if Fang Ziye was an idiot, he could tell something was wrong with Lan Tianluo.

Jie Han needless to say; at dinner, he almost blew a bottle of beer to toast Lan Tianluo.

Because, Lan could easily use R language software to do web crawling; as long as Fang Ziye and Jie Han could provide keywords, he could dig out the data in the articles—

That day, Lan Tianluo made two sworn brothers in the simplest way.

(Chapter End)