Chapter 680: Make a Request (First Update, Asking for Subscriptions)

The cicadas' cries outside the window suddenly turned sharp.

Fang Ziye stared at the water droplets condensing on the tea pitcher, and in a trance saw those cancerous cell lines in the laboratory incubator.

The abnormal protein structure under the electron microscope three days ago was now re-projecting onto his retina; those twisted beta folds resembled the scribbled handwriting on ancient prescriptions.

"You mean," he heard a metallic tremor in his own voice, "I've stumbled onto an unexploded bomb from thirty years ago?"

Zhang Limin suddenly stood up; when he pulled out a 1992 bound volume of the *Journal of Traditional Chinese Medicine*, dust motes danced in the light beam like stardust.

The yellowed pages stopped at a dog-eared article; beneath the title "On the Core Position of Syndrome Differentiation in Modern TCM Practice," Chen Lao's signature pressed through the paper.

"Read this passage." The withered finger traced a bolded line: "'So-called folk remedies are truly water without a source. Not investigating the disease mechanism, not differentiating yin and yang, taking coincidence for inevitability — this is not the medical way, it is gambling.'" The ink had blurred under the erosion of years, just like the trajectory of cancer cells infiltrating between tissues.

Fang Ziye felt cold sweat seep out at the back of his neck.

"But modern toxicology." He spoke with difficulty, only to be interrupted.

"Do you know how many ancient formulas needed re-compatibility after the aristolochic acid incident?" Zhang Limin suddenly grabbed a tea spoon and stirred circles on the tea pitcher; the friction of spoon handle against purple clay set teeth on edge. "Back then the kidney sections of lab mice looked like honeycombs — but can you make a thousand-year pharmacopoeia bow its head?"

The tea water's boiling shriek tore the silence again. Fang Ziye stared at his own inverted reflection in the tea soup, and suddenly understood what flickered in the eyes of those colleagues who hesitated to speak at academic conferences — truth soaked in formalin, specimens stuck in ethics review, conscience trapped in nets of interest.

"So my data." He unconsciously twisted his wedding ring; the platinum band cut a red mark on his ring finger. "Doesn't even count as a door-knocker brick?"

Fang Ziye felt it was a bit tight, so he simply took it off and put it in his pocket.

Zhang Limin suddenly laughed, and sent Fang Ziye a paper, labeled "1997.6.12 Preliminary Verification of Aristolochic Acid Nephrotoxicity."

"This data back then," the old man's withered fingers stroked the faded tea table, "lay in a safe for two years waiting for a transfer flight."

"Until we discovered a specific receptor in the liver cancer cell line."

The water droplets condensing on the tea pitcher finally fell; the force with which Zhang Limin inserted the tea needle into the tea cake was exactly like a lead surgeon slicing open the first layer of skin: "If you're going to do it, do a string of firecrackers; don't be a dud old gun barrel. Start with surrogate markers, wait for them to follow the vine and touch the melon themselves."

"Medicine is a vigil standing on bones."

"I understand." Fang Ziye nodded.

"No!" Zhang Limin suddenly struck the Jian cup with tea tongs: "Like when you discovered the new bone tumor target — speak in a language they can understand."

As the tea fragrance grew rich, Professor Zhang Limin fished an old pocket watch from his pocket. The moment the cover sprang open, Fang Ziye caught a glimpse of a micrograph embedded inside — Zhang Limin's first cancer cell electron micrograph.

"Remember, truth is a poison pill wrapped in sugar." The click of the watch closing sounded exactly like a gun cocking. "You have to let people peel off the sugar coating themselves."

When the second water droplet fell from the tea pitcher, Fang Ziye noticed the third button on Zhang Limin's clothes was a bit loose. The wear marks on the button's edge reminded him of the EP tubes that shattered in the centrifuge last week — that splashed cell culture medium now seemed to be slowly flowing along the folds of the old man's lapel.

"When you published that tumor microenvironment paper in *Cell* back then," Fang Ziye said with a smile, "you never said truth needed sugar coating."

The atomic clock on the bookshelf emitted precise ticks, weaving a dense net with the cicadas outside the window.

"1999, when I was still in the United States." Zhang Limin suddenly switched to English: "I said in the academic report hall that aristolochic acid metabolites would trigger gene mutations, and someone tore up a checkbook on the spot."

"Teacher Zhang, have you always been engaged in similar research?" Fang Ziye asked.

Zhang Limin is now talking about 1999; at that time Zhang Limin was still working in the United States.

When the tea boiled for the third time, Zhang Limin gave Fang Ziye a photo; in the photo, a hidden compartment in Professor Zhang Limin's bookshelf held a rhinoceros-hide lacquer box.

Inside the box were neatly arranged twelve jade gua sha boards; the topmost one, a green jade with infiltrated color, was engraved in fly-head small script with "Displacement Year Xinglin Consultation."

"Actually I personally trust TCM very much; this was given to me back then by a senior in the TCM world." Zhang Limin subconsciously rubbed his fingers. "He said Western medicine is like a sharp blade, TCM like flowing water. But flowing water wants to bore through stubborn rock."

"It also has to borrow momentum to act."

"TCM and TCM formulas are profound and difficult to quantify, so researching them is extremely difficult; absolutely do not make a final judgment with one hammer blow."

Fang Ziye's brows knitted tight; when shadows in CT images were interpreted by different experts as inflammation or tumor, in the end it was the PET-CT metabolic values that settled it with one hammer blow — modern medicine ultimately needs a quantifiable ruler.

But TCM does not have one.

"Professor Fang, TCM is the same as modern medicine; it likewise has disputes of concepts and schools."

"Where exactly do you stand?" Zhang Limin steered the topic back to before.

Although Fang Ziye had no deep contact with TCM in the sanatorium, TCM is divided into different schools, and matters like classic formulas, folk formulas, and secret remedies in TCM were things Fang Ziye often heard people mention.

Everyone's statements and views are not entirely the same.

Fang Ziye shook his head.

Professor Zhang Limin said: "That should not be a dispute of schools; it's that Chen Lao felt a portion of TCM merely practices medicine in TCM's name, rather than truly practicing medicine."

"So Doctor Chen Lao proposed to rectify this behavior, to rectify the internal way."

"But these proposals were then suppressed."

"I'm not from the TCM world either, so I don't know much about this."

"But the problem you raise now happens to be one of Chen Lao's proposals back then: to standardize and organize TCM's qualification system; if I recall correctly, it was proposed that 'TCM has no folk remedies, TCM has no fixed diseases.'"

"TCM's underlying logic differs from our modern medicine; our modern medicine confirms disease mechanisms, with disease mechanisms corresponding one-to-one with symptoms."

"TCM's underlying logic takes syndrome as root, differentiates syndrome and treats accordingly."

"Different diseases may share a syndrome; same symptoms may have different syndromes; first differentiate syndrome then treat accordingly. And it is not referencing modern medicine to treat by disease."

"According to this logic, the so-called folk remedies' meaning of existence is just hitting luck; if you hit it the treatment is effective, if you don't hit it it's ineffective treatment..."

"That's all I can know."

"So, back then a group headed by Chen Lao strictly proposed to standardize the evaluation of TCM, to clean out those who fundamentally cannot differentiate syndromes from the TCM world."

"To implement this proposal, whether in workload or scope of influence, is considerably vast." Zhang Limin spoke to here, and looked at Fang Ziye again; his right index and middle fingers still kept tapping the tabletop.

Then his gaze sharpened: "And what you're targeting now is precisely one of those folk remedies."

"But?" Fang Ziye subconsciously wanted to argue.

"You have no evidence, and right now you can't get substantive evidence either!" Zhang Limin cut off Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye nodded again.

So-called side effects refer to all effects beyond the therapeutic effect or main effect.

Rice's effect is to satisfy hunger; the bloating from overeating rice is a side effect. Water's effect is to quench thirst; water intoxication from drinking too much water is a side effect.

But these things, simple explanation is useless.

Fang Ziye has now fallen into a rather awkward predicament.

If he didn't get involved in this matter, he would certainly stay out of it completely; Fang Ziye fundamentally wouldn't know what had happened.

But the problem now is that he knows; the so-called "folk remedy" carries carcinogenic risk, and Fang Ziye has already obtained directional evidence in the laboratory, yet Fang Ziye doesn't even dare to easily bring it out.

Even this kind of thing, he doesn't dare to easily tell Chen Song.

In this situation, Fang Ziye either falls into the awkward position of having to prove himself, or gives up, choosing to be an ignorant person.

Fang Ziye could only retreat and ask second-best: "Teacher Zhang, for anything, discussing risk without considering dose and duration is hooliganism; let me suggest to those teachers that they go investigate themselves, can that work?"

The person responsible for the epidemiological investigation is Professor Zhou Yan and others, not Fang Ziye.

"A suggestion also needs evidence, and furthermore, TCM compatibility and the action of a single drug may not be the same."

"So you also can't find pure evidence."

"My suggestion is still: either you first find a third substitute, prove that the cancer occurrence risk is related to the third substitute, then go verify a strict positive correlation between a certain drug or formula and the third substitute, retreat to advance!"

"The fact that you came to find me proves you've already made up your mind; you will definitely do it." Zhang Limin said very affirmatively.

Zhang Limin didn't know the previous Fang Ziye, but he knows the current Fang Ziye; this is a very persistent person, once he encounters something, even if he can't quickly solve it, he will keep thinking about how to solve it until he finds a solution.

Such persistence makes it very easy to produce results.

To succeed, persistence and talent and opportunity are all indispensable.

But opportunity, more often than not, is also reserved for the prepared.

"So the third substitute biomarker you suggest," Fang Ziye asked, "should we choose the characteristic peak of metabolomics?"

Zhang Limin suddenly used a tea needle to pick up a piece of Pu'er tea paste: "You should know the circRNA regulatory mechanism, right?"

"Breaking down carcinogenicity into an epigenetic modification chain, just like"

The moment the Pu'er tea paste fell into the tea soup, the ink color diffused in the cup. "Just like this tea paste entering water, seemingly integrated as one, in reality ten thousand molecules each in their proper place."

The office suddenly fell into silence, only the low hum of the fume hood seeping in from the corridor cracks.

"I need three months." Fang Ziye suddenly said...

Fang Ziye needs time.

"Professor Fang, you also need to understand one thing."

"That is, some things are Class 1 carcinogens, but the state level won't explicitly ban them either! For example, smoking." Zhang Limin added another sentence.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye first froze, but immediately afterward realized.

"Teacher Zhang, that's right!"

"So, I fundamentally don't need to consider this much; do good deeds, don't ask about the future." Fang Ziye replied.

This is a very realistic problem.

Cigarettes are Class 1 carcinogens already proven by the World Health Organization; everyone knows this fact, but smokers worldwide are still countless.

Respiratory Medicine and Thoracic Surgery are packed with lung cancer patients, and there are also people who dig out individual cases to counter-prove.

For example, someone smoked a lifetime and didn't get lung cancer, but some people never smoked a lifetime and still got lung cancer...

Some people even knowing smoking increases cancer rates still rush forward to charge.

Facts are just facts, just a string of objective data; reality is reality, reality is myriad living beings, each with their own destination...

Zhang Limin shook his head instead, expression very serious: "Do good deeds, don't ask about the future — this sentence isn't wrong."

"But there's one point we must be clear on."

"If a matter becomes public knowledge, then those who know it still choose to continue, that's their own suicide; we can only respect others' fate."

"But if a matter isn't public knowledge, even the vast majority are unaware, then we have the obligation or duty to guarantee their right to know."

"Otherwise, where is the meaning of us doing scientific research?"

"I only said it's difficult, I didn't say there's completely no way; the way is to first go do good deeds!" Zhang Limin said with resounding force.

"Not suitable to use modern scientific paradigm to violently deconstruct TCM theoretical system!"

"But that doesn't mean completely not deconstructing!"

"Actually." Zhang Limin suddenly used forceps to clip a piece of aged tangerine peel into the teapot; the agarwood aroma of twenty-year aged peel instantly suppressed the mellow richness of Pu'er. "Last week the Health Commission found me to discuss medical AI ethical guidelines."

Fang Ziye noticed the old man used "discuss" not "consult"; in the steam rising from the purple clay teapot spout, he seemed to see countless interest chains weaving in the cloud.

"They mentioned wanting to establish a traditional medicine knowledge atlas." The old man's hand pouring tea was steady as holding a mirror frame. "Use natural language processing to analyze ancient texts, use knowledge atlas to present formula compatibility."

Amid the sound of tea soup pouring into the Jian ware cup, Fang Ziye suddenly grasped the key: "So modern medicine needs to provide anchor points!"

"Just like your substitute biomarker." Zhang Limin pushed the tea cup across the tea sea; the cup bottom rubbing against the rosewood made a silk-like soft sound. "When AI discovers a certain medicinal material highly correlated with a carcinogenic pathway, the traditional medicine circle can no longer say 'not suitable to deconstruct'."

When Fang Ziye lifted the tea cup, he caught sight of his own reflection's eyes in the tea soup. Inside them jumped the laboratory's daylight fluorescent tubes, and the curves on the mass spectrometer screen that never extinguish. He suddenly understood, this battle had long transcended simple scientific verification, but was the inevitable collision of two cognitive systems in the digital age.

Fang Ziye stared blankly at Zhang Limin; Professor Zhang Limin was no different from every previous meeting, but at this moment, Fang Ziye discovered that a certain veil on Professor Zhang Limin was suddenly lifted, and a living, breathing Professor Zhang Limin vividly appeared before him.

Professor Zhang Limin has now reached the summit in the domestic scientific research circle; he fundamentally doesn't need to worry about his own future or anything else.

So, he only said doing this thing is very difficult, and didn't say not to do this thing or not to go do it.

"I understand, Teacher Zhang." With Professor Zhang Limin's this sentence, Fang Ziye also put his mind at ease.

Regardless, having an Academician big shot willing to stand together with himself, Fang Ziye feels his confidence is more sufficient.

The reason Fang Ziye chose to tell this matter to Zhang Limin is mainly because of Professor Zhang Limin's research direction; he studies tumor occurrence and development mechanisms; he is one of the people in the whole world who understands tumors best; if even he doesn't care about this matter, then Fang Ziye fundamentally doesn't need to worry about it either, just do whatever he should do.

"It's just that both you and I will have to work harder; I told you this much hoping you won't be anxious."

"If you look from a higher level of vision, you'll discover every kind of thing has its development pattern!"

"All accidental events, under the accumulation of time, are actually inevitable events!"

"It's just that all of our energy is limited, so we can't do detailed arrangement for all things, grasp every detail well; these details accumulate over years and months, and will evolve into inevitable events."

"Including but not limited to the appearance of a talent, a generation of talents' carefree wandering, an era's rise..."

"Every kind of event has inevitable causal accumulation."

"Doing things can't be rushed." Zhang Limin said.

This might really be Professor Zhang Limin's personal experience; Professor Zhang Limin worked in a foreign company for decades, only returning to the country in the twenty-first century to settle and formally carry out scientific research work...

Fang Ziye indeed still couldn't see things at such a high level, and couldn't fully comprehend the inevitable causality and such that Professor Zhang Limin spoke of, but what could be seen on the surface was that Professor Zhang Limin had paid a lot to reach today's step, and had certainly given up a lot as well.

Looking at it this way, half a year ago, wanting to "cold-email" Professor Zhang Limin, hoping he could help with his own research project, in Zhang Limin's vision, how childish it would have been.

But the matter had already happened, and Professor Zhang Limin didn't get angry because of it, and also left a way out for both Fang Ziye and Zhang Limin.

Perhaps, Zhang Limin simply didn't treat this kind of thing as a matter at all; he had experienced too much, such trivial squabbles he would only go solve, and wouldn't lose his temper over.

"Professor Fang, what exactly is the prescription or drug you guessed at?" Zhang Limin asked.

Fang Ziye was extremely cautious, merely mentioning to Zhang Limin that there was such a possibility.

He was cautious to the point that before clarifying Zhang Limin's stance, he wouldn't even say the name.

Fang Ziye used tea water to write the two characters "Bai Zhu" on the tabletop.

Professor Zhang Limin didn't understand Bai Zhu either; after searching online, he discovered its application scope was not narrow...

Earliest recorded in the "Shennong Bencao Jing".

It mainly tastes bitter and sweet, is warm in nature, and belongs to the Spleen and Stomach meridians. Bai Zhu has multiple effects, including strengthening the spleen and boosting Qi, drying dampness and promoting urination, stopping sweating, and calming the fetus. Commonly used to treat symptoms such as loss of appetite, abdominal distension and diarrhea caused by spleen deficiency, dizziness caused by phlegm-dampness, spontaneous sweating, edema, and fetal restlessness.

Professor Zhang Limin nodded, then didn't continue this topic, but changed the subject: "Professor Fang, the research direction you proposed when you came to Jingdu last time has already been finalized."

"A Doctor in our group, after hearing your suggestion, conducted single-cell analysis on both existing colorectal resection patients and patients who had colonoscopies in the clinic."

"The results were indeed as you predicted; the single-cell transcriptomic analysis results of normal colorectal cells have very great guiding significance for our research project."

"I emailed you before, but Professor Fang you really are too busy, didn't even reply." After the important matters were discussed, Zhang Limin started the commercial mutual flattery, and took the lead on this.

Fang Ziye hurriedly replied humbly: "Teacher Zhang, you are not only my senior, but also a teacher in the research community; you should know that some projects, the idea is the idea, reality is reality."

"Being able to transform an idea into a real project process, that is the most difficult part."

"A hundred days can have thousands of thoughts; wild fantasies are also thoughts; to truly implement an idea, that is all Teacher Zhang your team's credit; this junior dares not claim credit! ~"

Fang Ziye understands research, and understands it very well, so with a mix of flattery and praise he delivered a whole set of very objective and truthful bootlicking.

A thousand wear, ten thousand wear, bootlicking doesn't wear; moreover Fang Ziye spoke facts, so Zhang Limin felt very satisfied.

"Doing projects, good ideas must exist, good executors must also exist; good atmosphere, good members, will make all things twice the result with half the effort! ~"

"Professor Fang your guidance has also contributed greatly to the project's progress, at least saving us more than half a year of time. And also found the correct direction for us."

"Speak facts as facts, no need to be overly humble! ~"

"After all your guts have never been small." Zhang Limin cheerfully brought this topic to a close.

Pure commercial mutual flattery; without you Fang Ziye I would waste more time, but if without our team this direction couldn't produce results, you Fang Ziye even if you know how to do it, you also have no preoperative reserves.

We join forces strong with strong, this created the current results.

Normal human single-cell transcriptomic gene analysis has extraordinary significance for analyzing colorectal cancer occurrence and development; maybe it can find a feasible pathway to prevent colorectal cancer, benefiting the masses...

"Teacher Zhang, I'm just afraid of misguiding your team's research direction, then having to turn back and redo it, so I dare not express too much of a stance." Fang Ziye said politely.

Hearing this, Zhang Limin replied with slight displeasure: "Your mouth says polite things, but the force in your hand hasn't lessened a bit."

Seeing Professor Zhang Limin bring up this matter again, Fang Ziye knew Professor Zhang Limin probably wanted to put an end to this matter.

Fang Ziye took the initiative to ask: "Teacher Zhang, what do you mean?"

"Professor Fang, half a year ago's matter has also passed half a year; at this time, you should be able to say, how do you want to resolve the thorn you stabbed into our research group back then?"

"This thorn has been stuck like this all along; you're not pained or itched, but I'm uncomfortable all over." Zhang Limin felt the atmosphere was about right, so he yielded a little.

Fang Ziye knew, Professor Zhang Limin was talking about Xie Shulan's paper matter.

Fang Ziye's letter, the greatest impact was naturally on Xie Shulan, but Xie Shulan back then did her project in Academician Zhang Limin's research group; now these projects have all become pending and unresolved.

Zhang Limin's face/reputation also somewhat couldn't be maintained.

Regarding this matter, Fang Ziye also felt quite helpless.

According to reason, Xie Shulan's grandpa so rudely intervened, putting his "teacher" into a "cage" even now; Fang Ziye should hate to the bone.

But the problem is, others have sufficiently abundant resources in hand; they can give enough fault tolerance for their own past mistakes!

What is called fault tolerance; foundation is one of fault tolerance.

I made mistakes, but I can compensate you.

Ordinary people, if you don't have this kind of foundation, wanting to do this kind of thing is impossible.

Xie Shulan's family never said where they would compensate Fang Ziye, but Fang Ziye himself obviously feels it.

First is the National Health Commission, then the Hubei Provincial Health Commission and Fang Ziye's relationship thawed, and other various matters, for example at the last meeting, Fang Ziye didn't suffer even a bit of difficulty...

Including but not limited to when he gave an academic report this April, so many people proactively came to attend and testify on-site; although more of this was due to Qiu Lao and others' connections, there certainly was also the behind-the-scenes push from Xie Shulan's backers.

Also let Fang Ziye vent for a while; Xie Shulan has been in a sorry state ever since.

Now this matter still isn't resolved; Fang Ziye still has to step in to pull the thorn, mainly because not pulling it would be too embarrassing.

But there's just one point: if he really pulls it, there's a bit of the suspicion of "sacrificing Master" to fish for benefits.

"Teacher Zhang, the thorn stuck in me hurts even more! ~" The current topic isn't proper anyway; Fang Ziye also knows the principle that the crying child gets the milk.

"Teacher Zhang, you must know, I and that Young Lady are different; in my life, those who can escort and protect me, the ones I trust most are my two Persons of Gratitude."

"Others..." Fang Ziye shook his head first.

Fang Ziye wanted to speak but stopped, then with a face full of bitterness said: "My Graduate Supervisor is still young; my other Master is now half-lame; doing things in the Department I feel some things are topsy-turvy."

"Not hiding it from Teacher Zhang you, our Department currently doesn't have a single sitting Chief Physician; professors from other specialties bully us, saying they want us to split a group out for them..."

Hearing this, Zhang Limin burst out laughing: "Just directly say your request."

"I'll go pass a message and ask."

Fang Ziye also said without ceremony: "Actually it's simple, Teacher Zhang; my Person of Gratitude's specialty, seniority, research, strength, age are all in their prime; I feel when our Bone Surgery Chief changes term."

"My Person of Gratitude absolutely can handle it! ~"

Zhang Limin instantly sucked in a breath of cold air: "Ho, you really know how to open your mouth like a lion."

"You still want others to meddle in your family affairs."

"This isn't family affairs?" Fang Ziye shook his head like a rattle.

"As long as they participate in the evaluation normally, that's fine!"

"But right now my teacher has a thorn stuck in him; if this thorn cannot be removed, he doesn't even have the qualification to participate."

Fang Ziye had only one request: have them wash away the stain on Deng Yong, and try their best to make this stain not affect Deng Yong's future prospects.

Best case is that he can return to Trauma Surgery to sit in charge as soon as possible.

Even in the worst case, Professor Gong Jiahe who is coming to Zhongnan Hospital must take the 'Professor Du Xinzhan' position.

To pacify the outside, one must first settle the inside.

Fang Ziye did not want similar incidents of the Bone Disease Department trying to ride roughshod over Trauma Surgery to happen again; then the only choice is to sit in that position himself, so as not to have to expend effort guarding the department.

"Anything else?" Zhang Limin asked next.

As if, in Zhang Limin's view, this matter wasn't a matter at all.

Fang Ziye heard this and froze for a moment, but then immediately realized.

Professor Zhang Limin is an Academician; Xie Shulan's family connections are extremely solid. A Zhongnan Hospital Orthopedics Chief Director position, under circumstances where seniority, resume, and strength are all very formidable, really is just a matter of a single sentence.

Rather, first resolving the predicament Xie Shulan faces, and the thorn on Professor Zhang Limin, is the more difficult part.

After all, they excel at one thing, but are not skilled at the other.

The thorn Fang Ziye sent over — even someone like Professor Zhang Limin couldn't remove it; they themselves certainly can't either, and finding someone else would naturally be just as tough; this is a purely technical problem.

"Teacher Zhang, are you sure you want me to point it out?"

"The effect of me pointing it out and her realizing it herself is completely different." Fang Ziye still asked once first.

And, to be on the safe side, Fang Ziye added: "Moreover, me helping this time doesn't mean I'll keep helping; if she encounters similar difficult problems in the future, her thinking still won't turn to that level, and she'll still fall into a predicament."

Zhang Limin replied with certainty: "Professor Fang, you don't need to worry about other things so much."

"Some people only value accumulation, not true personal ability. As long as that kind of thing exists, it's fine."

Society is developing; as society develops, everything will change form, including but not limited to the operation mode of relationship households——

Traditional relationship households are just forcibly stuffing people in.

The operation mode of more modernized relationship households is mostly, in the preoperative stage, thickening one's accumulation in various forms, including but not limited to papers, degrees, packaging, resumes, etc.

For example Xie Shulan: has overseas experience, has Academician Team learning experience, has an Academician as Supervisor, has Research Project completion experience, has paper output...

And these things are all real, and are also what Xie Shulan produced with real achievement.

Even in fair competition, at the same age, how many people could surpass her resume?

If they are peers, without social resources equal to hers, wanting to reach her level of foundation would require talent perhaps several times hers.

This kind of thing, you still cannot say is unfair.

Educational resources are originally unequal.

"Alright then, I'll send it to Teacher Zhang's email after I go back." Fang Ziye no longer struggled.

Some people are born with the mission to enjoy life lying flat; as long as they don't touch gambling and entrepreneurship, a lifetime of interest might not be spent.

Some people are different; he has no accumulation, so he can only rely on his own strength to slowly build foundation.

Actually, putting oneself in their shoes, if Fang Ziye himself had a son and daughter, and their qualifications were average, Fang Ziye would also suggest they enter the medical industry.

They wouldn't need to be too hardworking, nor need too high talent; as long as they have normal people's talent, Fang Ziye alone stuffing them in can let them stably retain at a provincial top-tier Grade-A hospital.

"Professor Fang will attend the meeting and go receive the award tomorrow, right?"

(Chapter End)