Chapter 86

Fang Ziye hurriedly shifted his buttocks back: "No way, Teacher Li, definitely not."

"Teacher Li, you must think highly of me to call me in for a talk, I'm clear on that much, otherwise I wouldn't dare make requests of you."

Fang Ziye's slightly raised heart settled back down.

"Right now, in the training room, how's the progress? Any difficulties?"

"It's going okay, take it slow, mainly need to practice diligently, basic skills are still a bit lacking, once incision technique, debridement technique, and hemostasis technique are done well, then I can think about doing some specialty operations like bone plastic surgery and bone flap design." Fang Ziye hinted at this.

Meaning, if he wanted to benchmark against the first training room, he was only short on these, everything else had already been cleared.

"Take it slow, no rush either. You're still just a Master's student, do a Doctorate, work, Chief Resident training, Attending. One step at a time, steady progress, future prospects definitely won't be small."

"If there's anything you need, you can mention it." Old Professor Li only then took his first sip of tea, sipped it, savored the taste, then stroked his chin.

Fang Ziye's eyeballs rotated slightly in a circle, then he said: "Teacher Li, I might actually have a tiny little request, hope the teachers can help out."

Professor Li's eyes widened upon hearing this.

Fang Ziye really was taking advantage and acting cute, but since words had come this far, he said: "You speak."

"Professor Li, I feel that operation opportunities in the hospital aren't that many right now, and, all of us doctors will need grassroots work experience in the future."

"Professor Li, you also know, in prefecture-level city or county-level hospitals, there are more small surgery opportunities. I originally planned to sign up for the Doctoral Service Group, but heard from Senior Brothers that such a Doctoral Service Group is basically just going through the motions, no substantive content."

"I also asked my teacher if I could, during my Doctorate, go to a county hospital or prefecture-level city hospital to train a bit, but my teacher said he temporarily doesn't have that authority, and can't handle the coordination well, so, if Old Professor Li you can give me an opportunity..."

"I might be able to have a faster opportunity to meet that first requirement you mentioned."

Fang Ziye wasn't just bargaining, he also gave Professor Li an expectation.

"Is what you say true? If I help you arrange a place, let you go train a bit, you'll progress very fast? You have this confidence?" Old Professor Li set down his teacup, looked seriously at Fang Ziye.

Han City University's teaching style is very open.

In Hubei Province's Han City, there's a saying: play at Han University, study at Huazhong University of Science and Technology.

At Han City University, as long as you don't fail courses, you're free to play however you want, but equally, as long as you're excellent enough, even undergraduates can be given research projects.

(This is true, not the author boasting, previously during my Digestive Internal Medicine internship, a teaching teacher said to let me do an esophageal cancer perforation clinical data analysis, she provided the data, let me analyze it! Damn it, I was ignorant back then, said I'd go to surgery later, directly didn't agree, later learned the truth, really regretted it to death.)

(My classmates, the excellent ones, during undergrad, had already done quite a lot in clinical work.)

"Teacher Li, absolute confidence is definitely boasting, but I feel there might be quite significant progress. Teacher Li, you also know, clinical operations and training room operations are different."

"And, my teacher and I have already discussed the research project planning during my Doctorate..."

Fang Ziye couldn't just make requests casually, casual requests would definitely be ill-considered, but Fang Ziye laid out some pre-prepared contingency plans, including the current conservative progress in basic experiments, meaning his Doctorate graduation was worry-free.

It's just that during the Doctorate, it would be very busy, but from Master's to Doctorate, besides doing basic research, there actually can be some other things done.

If he could get a grassroots work experience early, legitimately, then later when promoting from Middle Level to Deputy Chief Physician, he wouldn't have to do targeted support like his teacher.

If Fang Ziye was just acting on impulse, without advance planning and preparation, sending Fang Ziye down would delay his studies or graduation, Old Professor Li would definitely say go wash up and sleep.

However, Fang Ziye now is practically like writing a project proposal, everything prepared, just short of the final push, needing to focus on specialty, so, you old man just give me this opportunity.

"I'll help you ask around first, fight for it."

"After all, I've been retired from clinical work for so many years, whether my words still carry weight is another matter, if it doesn't work I'll have to go beg Professor Deng." Old Professor Li made a joke.

Professor Deng Yong is currently the sitting Trauma Surgery Professor, Vice Chairman of the Hubei Medical Association Orthopedics Branch Trauma Surgery Group, his words definitely carry weight, but with Old Professor Li stepping in, not to mention just getting a grassroots experience.

It might even be no problem to have Fang Ziye employed at a Han City city-level hospital right now.

"Thank you Teacher Li, but this is just a hope of mine, not necessarily requiring this opportunity, Teacher Li needn't go to special trouble." Fang Ziye stood up, bowed to Professor Li.

Not giving Professor Li pressure.

However, although Fang Ziye didn't give pressure.

He and Old Professor Li ended the talk at 8:47, Old Professor Li left the department at 8:52, then at 8:56 in the morning, received a precise reply.

The Director of Trauma Surgery at Enshi Central Hospital said, welcome Fang Ziye to come learn and exchange, willing to propose in the name of inter-academy exchange, let Zhongnan Hospital's Doctor Fang Ziye go for counterpart stationing for a period, to help Enshi Central Hospital's Orthopedics basic research.

This is called his words not carrying weight?

Fang Ziye is still a bit dazed right now.

Enshi Central Hospital is another clinical college affiliated with Han City University, part of Han City University Medical Department's Master's students go there to study, just no Doctorate degree authorization.

Ba County belongs to a county under Enzhou, Enshi is Enzhou's prefecture-level city, also the prefectural capital.

Such an arrangement couldn't be more suitable.

Fang Ziye clenched his fist, carefully examined his own request, felt it was beneficial to himself.

One very obvious point, the rate of gaining knowledge points in clinical work is higher than experiments, even higher than outpatient clinic, so if he can go to a prefecture-level city hospital with more operation opportunities, exchange and learn for a period.

Then the speed of knowledge points, might not be as much as the crazy feeding by those few Attendings and Chief Resident big brothers the past two days, but definitely won't be little either.

Immediately after, Fang Ziye discussed this matter with his own teacher.

Yuan Weihong at the time said with a wry smile: "Good thing is a good thing, but you really dare make requests, do you know what you have to call Professor Li?"

"Grandmaster Uncle." Fang Ziye cautiously examined this address.

His Grandmaster is Professor Chu, Professor Li is Professor Chu's Senior Brother, calling him Grandmaster Uncle or Great-Grandmaster, pretty much the same meaning right.

"And you still dare make him owe you a favor, only you'd dare ask, I damn well wouldn't dare ask."

"Sure enough, it's alternate generation affection!" Yuan Weihong on the other end of the phone, sniffed his nose, tone slightly sour.

"But regardless, the result is good, being able to get grassroots work experience during your studies, huge benefit for your future."

"Just, your Doctorate period arrangements are already very tight, how do you plan to schedule time?" Yuan Weihong asked.

"Master, that Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing, isn't planning to defend in December?"

"You say, can I now also apply to the college for early defense? Defense announcement only needs one month advance, I feel my Master's graduation thesis is already about done."

"This way, complete defense around January, complete standardized training plan by March."

"April to next September, exactly half a year, then start Doctorate entrance research plan..." Fang Ziye's words, spoken very cautiously.

"What research plan after school starts, you've already finished part of the basic experiments for Doctorate graduation! ~"

"You thought of this long ago, didn't you?"

"At your pace, you'll definitely finish all the basic research for your PhD before March next year." Yuan Weihong was also speechless; he had never seen such a shameless student.

Good grief, before the project was even applied for, half the project experiments were already done.

The PhD hadn't even started, yet half the basic research experiments for the PhD period were already done, and moreover, before the PhD thesis proposal was even written, the results were already out.

The money in his own fund was calculated clearly and precisely by Fang Ziye.

One hand asking for money, one hand graduating, one hand holding data to publish papers, one hand nearly finishing the basic requirements for PhD graduation.

"Isn't this just preparing in advance to free up more time to do other things?"

"Master, rest assured, I will definitely finish all the basic cell experiments on metformin and HK2 at the giant cell tumor of bone cell level by December."

"Around January, I will definitely finish the effects of mRNA on osteosarcoma and on HK2, including the correlation between metformin's effects on mRNA and HK2. In February, I'll start animal experiments; generally in about forty-two days, all results will be out."

"Then stain the tumors from the tibial plateau tumor-bearing and subcutaneous tumorigenesis, send one for gene sequencing, do a cross-sectional study of the nude mouse's five viscera to prove the data that metformin and mRNA silence cause no organ damage, and it'll be more or less ready for project completion."

"The subsequent miRNA effects on mRNA will have to wait for new project funding; otherwise there's no money to use." Fang Ziye really calculated meticulously, accounting for almost every penny in the project clearly.

"You said it yourself, what am I supposed to say? You want me to give you a 666?" Yuan Weihong retorted.

Fang Ziye immediately caught on and asked back: "What, Master? What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly; why don't you say it again?"

"I said I'm gonna whip you!" Yuan Weihong cursed roundly, not buying Fang Ziye's act at all.

Fang Ziye then asked seriously: "Master, roughly how many papers or how much workload does Qinghua's defense require?"

"Don't know, whatever there is is how much. My business you don't need to worry about; just do your own thing well."

"The more you do, the bigger the benefit for our whole research group. You doing it like this, originally your junior fellow trainee Jie Han excels at writing papers, and now piling all these basic experiment papers on him."

"Sigh, Jie Han's luck is better than yours, having a senior brother like you. Zhu Yunwen and their class of master's students are pretty unlucky." Yuan Weihong started humblebragging.

No way around it, Jie Han's own research is impressive; he writes tool-type papers with a whole set of routines.

Now, Fang Ziye suddenly produced this much basic research — at least three basic papers are a given. Maybe the HK2 level can only hit a Zone 2 journal, but if metformin is added and they go one layer deeper into mRNA, the workload becomes huge; a Zone 1 basic project with over ten points isn't impossible if the data turns out well.

Because the workload is right there.

"Master, our research group's atmosphere... others can't envy it even if they wanted to..." Fang Ziye kept buttering him up while anticipating: if he could hurry and finish the current project, spend all of Yuan Weihong's Youth Fund money, and convert it into knowledge points, just how many knowledge points would there be?

That way, Fang Ziye could do a statistical analysis: exactly how many RMB does one knowledge point equal in basic experiments?

This is also research thinking...

A few days passed in a flash.

When Fang Ziye was giving a welcome dinner for classmates Xiong Jinhuan and Li Yuanpei returning from the annual meeting, Li Yuanpei vigorously rubbed the corner of his eye: "Industry Brother, are you for real?"

"You're a real dog. How am I supposed to praise you? You're confused as hell, holy shit."

The slightly plump, quite honest-looking Xiong Jinhuan also nodded heavily: "Industry Brother, I also feel your choice took a bit of a wrong turn. Actually, going to Hand Surgery, if there's a relatively big hospital retention chance, is the better solution."

"This time, Professor Deng has already made his stance clear: this year our Trauma Surgery isn't recruiting. Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing can only try other provinces after his graduation defense; maybe Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing will go to Yunnan."

"Hospital retention is still very difficult."

"Then this year, who will our department recruit?" Fang Ziye turned serious and asked.

"Based on the senior brothers who've been in contact with our hospital so far, it might be choosing to retain Joint Surgery PhD Year 3 Senior Brother Zhang Yue."

"Of course, there could be surprises, but even if there are, Senior Brother Zhang Yue is bound to stay. Senior Brother Zhang Yue has already broken through the First Training Room of Joint Surgery, and published two basic papers scoring eight to nine points."

"A senior brother who returned from overseas study was taken down by Senior Brother Zhang Yue."

"Two basic papers? Really?" Fang Ziye was quite surprised.

This is way too competitive, right?

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang Yue's basic papers plus bioinformatics analysis really push the score high. Although the basic experiment workload isn't large, adding bioinformatics analysis increases the workload considerably."

"Although bioinformatics has fallen out of the main trend, looking at this situation, it won't be impossible either." Xiong Jinhuan wiped his forehead.

Li Yuanpei said: "So, Industry Brother, how much did you give up? If it were me?"

"Sigh~" Li Yuanpei gave a bitter laugh.

Xiong Jinhuan comforted: "Brother Pei, didn't you just land Zhongshan? Zhongshan's platform is better than our hospital; when you graduate, won't jobs be yours for the picking?"

"Right, Brother Pei." Fang Ziye also nodded in agreement.

Yes, Li Yuanpei this time finally got his first PhD offer, seemingly from Sun Yat-sen University Affiliated Fifth Hospital.

Li Yuanpei said: "We're all foxes; what are you playing Strange Tales with me for?"

"Going to a new platform, what it's really like — isn't Junior Sister Luo Tingzhu's example living proof right here?"

"Brothers, I'm not complaining, it's just a fact. Wandering outside, where is it better than staying in your own home?"

Staying at home, even if the research group has difficulties, if Li Yuanpei could secure the hospital's PhD spot, the senior brothers would also allocate him some money to do basic experiments — no waiting, no applying for funding yourself.

This is inevitable; years of friendship are right here.

But for those like Luo Tingzhu, like Li Yuanpei, who insert themselves midway — where's the money to allocate to you?

All research groups have relatively insufficient funding; unless it's a top-tier big shot, a giant in the industry, who'd say my funding is plenty, use it as you like.

"Brother Pei, actually having a chance to study is good enough; not everything always goes as you wish." Fang Ziye patted Li Yuanpei's shoulder in comfort.

Li Yuanpei looked at Fang Ziye and nodded; he didn't dislike Fang Ziye at all, nor hate him.

Fang Ziye's PhD chance had nothing to do with him, and Fang Ziye didn't have it easy either. Even reading for a PhD under Professor Deng Yong, Fang Ziye had no money allocated; only after prioritizing Luo Tingzhu would they consider giving Fang Ziye a bit of experiment money.

If it weren't for Yuan Weihong, whether Fang Ziye could even graduate with a PhD would be touch and go.

Of course, Li Yuanpei still applied for the hospital's PhD application assessment; whether he can fight his way to success in the end is all unknown.

Xiong Jinhuan's pressure would be relatively less; his own teacher had already clearly stated he'd take him as a PhD student, definitely won't go back on his word, unless a divine soldier descends from heaven.

But how many divine soldiers could directly overturn Xiong Jinhuan?

The three raised their wine glasses; although they drank beer, they still drank with considerable enjoyment.

After drinking, they walked back; smelling the slight fishy odor by the river, they couldn't help humming a few lines softly.

Although already twenty-six or seven, still students who hadn't entered society to work, they naturally retained a few parts of heroic spirit.

After each settled their future, each couldn't envy the other, nor be envied...

(Chapter End)