Chapter 98

Yuan Weihong wasn't drunk; this could be recognized from the fact that when Fang Ziye refilled Yuan Weihong's cup with mineral water from the wine bottle, he identified it.

While speaking, Yuan Weihong paused and beckoned to Fang Ziye: "You go out and call for a large bottle of coconut juice to be brought in. Drinking alcohol to this extent, drinking water has no flavor at all."

"Little Jie, regarding your planning for the next year, Master will slightly correct it for you. First, in terms of writing articles, you don't need to open up any more tool-type articles; you should put the surplus time into professional operations and experiments."

Fang Ziye listened halfway and walked out, found a waiter at the private room door and said a few words; the waiter naturally agreed immediately to arrange it.

But Fang Ziye still personally followed the waiter to the front desk, brought the coconut juice into the private room himself, and after entering, filled Yuan Weihong's cup first, then poured a cup for Jie Han as well.

Only then did he sit back in his seat and listen seriously: "Why arrange it this way?"

"Tool-type articles are mainly to let you become proficient in applying some tools needed for writing articles, doing statistical analysis. But the gold content and workload of purely statistical analysis articles are not large; you still have to move toward basic articles."

"From basic articles, understand how to do basic research projects, and only then will you have sufficient seniority to later switch to clinical research projects. Which associate professor or attending physician have you seen who is qualified to do clinical research projects? Basically none; their thickness is still not enough."

"And to carry out clinical research projects, besides needing to master basic scientific experimental methods and planning, another requirement is certain operational technical support to research, to originally create new surgical techniques and operational details, including what Professor Deng Yong does in clinical practice, the design of new pedicled bone flaps usable in clinical settings."

"All require clinical operations to support them."

"And you also don't need to aim too high too far. In the first academic year, let's just steadily practice the three most basic operations: incision technique, debridement technique, and suturing technique, and incidentally practice hemostasis technique as well..."

"Regarding research projects, you also don't need to take on too many for yourself; this will to a certain extent bring you the risk of delayed graduation. You can consider applying after finishing the current ones."

"The difficulty for a master's student to apply for a city-level project is very high, and you've already gotten a school-level project; later wanting to get another school-level project is also impossible. So the main thing is still to first do well the projects you've already gotten: the influence between metformin and giant cell tumor of bone, and prove that metformin affects various aspects of osteosarcoma through the HK2 molecular level."

Hearing this, Jie Han first sniffed his nose, then glanced at his Senior Brother Fang Ziye, and asked in a low voice: "Master, in this aspect, Senior Brother basically didn't leave me any operations to do, right?"

Jie Han didn't know to what step Fang Ziye's preliminary experiments had reached, but his own applied project, if his small group was willing, could now be written up as a manuscript and directly complete a high-quality project conclusion, equivalent to twenty thousand yuan obtained for free.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye explained: "Fellow Trainee, no problem. With money coming back, there are plenty of experiments to do."

Jie Han completely didn't need to worry about this point. What Jie Han needs to master and learn now are basic experimental methods; just randomly finding a direction can repeat it once. The most important thing is still to build up proficiency.

Yuan Weihong also nodded: "On this point, the path your Senior Brother paved for you is very good. Jie Han, don't just look at your project having no operations to do. You need to see that your current project funding can serve as your worry-free material funding for practice experiments."

"Even if you fail, it's no big deal, and you can still conclude the project, but you can safely improve your basic cell experiment proficiency."

Jie Han heard this and immediately smiled in reply: "Master, I know this. With Senior Brother paving the way, and my Senior Brother being so outstanding, the resources I can obtain will be more than others."

"I actually want Senior Brother to guide me more."

"What Zhiming Senior Brother said before was well said. Tingzhu Senior Sister is so pretty, yet she's willing to lower her face; we big and rough guys, what face do we need?" Jie Han said, holding up the milky-white coconut juice, toasting Fang Ziye a cup.

The means were a bit clumsy, but 'the gift is light, the sentiment heavy'; Fang Ziye didn't mind either. What he cared more about was that Yuan Weihong would make some plans for his subsequent arrangements.

This is a good habit of Yuan Weihong's; he helps students plan in detail every year, and according to the plan, will also make different adjustments and reduce targets.

Just in the past, for Yuan Weihong's plans for Fang Ziye, it was basically only reductions, never adding burdens.

"Let's talk about you, Ziye."

"Judging from your current accumulation, I believe your professional ability before doctoral graduation is completely fine, but your research ability and thickness are still relatively thin."

"This doctoral re-examination, you also saw it. That batch of most outstanding master's students, in the research field, just how many meters they've run."

"Take Zhou Fujong for example. He currently has five published articles total, all basic articles, mostly three-four-six points, but there's one paper with a high score of fourteen points. This increases his advantage, allowing him to take the Cong Yan Plan."

"With his foundation, for any university or teaching hospital with dreams wanting to make creative breakthroughs, it's very attractive. Even if he doesn't do a doctorate, he might even find work at a unit like the Provincial Third People's Hospital."

Hubei Province Provincial Third People's Hospital is also called Hubei Province Zhongshan Hospital; originally a Military Region Hospital, later renamed Hubei Province Provincial Third People's Hospital. It's also a relatively famous Grade 3 Class A hospital in Han City, belonging to Jianghan University Affiliated Hubei Province Provincial Third People's Hospital, a teaching hospital.

Fang Ziye nodded solemnly: "Yes, Master. I've also been considering this. My thinness in research output still hasn't particularly changed the status quo!"

"It's even possible that all our group's projects are pressed down, and in the end all articles are published, and in the end it can only be about the same article thickness as Zhou Fujong and Xue Ruiqi's two people's articles."

Fang Ziye previously found it hard to contact top combat power, but top combat power like Xue Ruiqi truly made Fang Ziye feel pressure.

Fang Ziye's current preliminary experiments for all projects have been successfully applied for; the final accumulated comprehensive impact factor is estimated to be only thirty to forty points, including the Zone 1 eight-point impact factor article Yuan Weihong fed him.

"Mm, so you need someone to help. Your Fellow Trainee Jie Han is a relatively good assistant. If Tian Luo also enters the group to help, then you'll have a chance to complete the overtaking."

"Our group, naturally has very good development potential. But me, your Master, after all, my foundation is too thin. The resources left for you and Jie Han are not many."

"Like Xue Ruiqi and Zhou Fujong, such master's students, during their master's studies, within the group, at least received heavy feeding from professor-level figures. That's how they got so much workload."

"This is platform advantage. After all, at worst, money can smash a million down for you to do experiments; you might do better than them. This isn't your ability problem, but the economic constraint of project funding."

"But everything is hard at the start. We've already walked through the hardest first step."

Yuan Weihong spoke to here, drank a sip of coconut juice alone, perhaps also feeling his mouth was a bit dry.

After Yuan Weihong finished drinking, when he continued speaking, Fang Ziye stood up and continued to pour a cup for Yuan Weihong.

Yuan Weihong said: "The second matter is about hospital retention and how to retain."

"Retention has three types. One is normal employment: meeting standards, research thickness also enough, giving you a job opportunity, then giving ten to fifteen thousand talent introduction fees, and sending you off."

"This kind of retention is just ordinary employment retention. Right? The three of us are speaking private words now, so I'll make an analogy. For example, our group's Qin Geluo."

"Then there's outstanding talent introduction."

"You guys are getting more and more internally competitive. When I started working, it was six years ago. Back then, doctoral graduation, having a few basic thesis-type articles, plus passing the training room, basically could get around three hundred thousand talent introduction settlement fee and around one hundred fifty thousand project startup funds."

"This year, that doctoral student in Joint Surgery, not only passed the training room, but also has quite a few articles. The resources obtained are about the same as when I entered the hospital back then, even relatively a bit less."

"But when you graduate, it's either three years later or two years later. What the situation will be like then, nobody knows."

"It's just that Professor Deng Yong agreed to give you the opportunity for early graduation. Do you know why? The earlier you graduate, the earlier you're employed; relatively, the competitive pressure isn't that great."

"Otherwise, in your cohort, one is you, one is Luo Tingzhu, two people, making Professor Deng Yong very troubled. Not to mention other sub-specialty people also wanting to stay."

Yuan Weihong used the calmest tone to speak relatively cruel words.

As if Li Yuanpei and Xiong Jinhuan, two master's and doctoral students of the same cohort as himself, were completely just pacemakers.

Naturally, Fang Ziye's heart was also relatively calm. It was originally like this.

More monks than porridge; can only select the best for admission.

"Going further up, that's full-spec talent introduction: five hundred thousand settlement fee, eight hundred thousand research startup funds. The benchmark is relatively outstanding Chief Physicians, the standard for introduction into the hospital. Rather lack than lower standards."

"But this year, our hospital's Rheumatology and Immunology Department produced such a talent. She only has two articles. One published in JAMA main journal, another in a Nature sub-journal. All other articles, she has none. Unnecessary!"

"Can you understand my meaning?" Yuan Weihong spoke here, paused a moment.

Fang Ziye nodded solemnly: "Master. Rather lack than lower standards. Best is to take all workload and push the article as high as it can go."

"One JAMA main journal article, although looking like less than thirty impact factor points, actually, this one article can at least let this Senior Sister rest easy all the way to Deputy Chief Physician and Associate Professor Title."

This isn't bragging — JAMA is one of the four top medical journals; aside from distinctive top journals like Tumor, JAMA is the kind of dream many professors can't achieve in a lifetime, and just one paper can launch a whole team.

Yet such a journal accepts countless manuscripts every year, every quarter, even every day; to stand out from them requires sufficient workload and sufficiently novel and stunning findings.

"That's the logic; the reason I think this way is also based on consideration of your practical problems."

"Leaving other things aside, when I bought my apartment, the price was just over ten thousand per square meter; now it's risen to thirty thousand — you can check; unless you buy several ring roads out, any development around here costs that much."

"Therefore, the higher the settlement fee you get, the better; because besides the settlement fee there are also housing purchase subsidies, and if you can secure our hospital's or even our school's Talent Introduction Special Plan subsidy, your housing pressure will be much, much smaller — even nonexistent."

"Of course, if your talent and experimental speed are fast enough to produce sufficient output, you don't necessarily have to publish papers directly; if your progress is good enough, we can hold back for a while."

"I roughly planned it out: if we do the full workload for a cascade pathway combining metformin with HK2 and then miRNA to hnRNA, the required funding should be around six to eight hundred thousand."

"For the remaining money, I intend to demand a military order from the hospital — make the hospital allocate a special fund to our team; I'll commit to delivering a single article of fifteen points or more, and I've calculated the workload should be about right."

"If we want to go one step deeper, we can only take the immunity-related route, but our lab currently doesn't have those conditions."

"Naturally, at present, the Research Department, the Finance Department, and our Orthopedics Chief Director Professor Du Xinzhan, as well as our department's Professor Deng Yong, have all authorized me."

"Your Master isn't just playing around."

"Asking for money — that's something Master should do."

"This ledger is expected to reach us by March next year; the sum isn't small, so we must calculate precisely and push both the tasks and the workload upward."

Hearing Yuan Weihong say this, Jie Han asked: "Master, if all this can be completed before June next year, is there a chance to get into 'Lao Qian'?"

The 'Lao Qian' Jie Han mentioned is actually another name for the Youth Thousand Talents of the Ten Thousand Talents Plan.

It's called Youth Qian, but the age isn't actually that young...

Yuan Weihong smiled and shook his head at Jie Han: "Estimate there's no chance; your Master's age is ultimately too great."

Yuan Weihong, just past thirty-five, sighed so; he earned his doctorate at twenty-nine, one year as resident physician, one year as chief resident — that's thirty-one; he's been in the attending physician stage for four years now, already thirty-five, no longer the thirty-four-year-old youth of before.

"Me, I only hope for a chance to go down to the countryside next year, get some grassroots work experience, apply for Deputy Chief Physician, and next year think about applying for Associate Professor; the rest, I can't think about. My resume back then was too thin." Yuan Weihong lamented.

Then he looked at Fang Ziye and Jie Han: "You two can strive hard; while you're in your doctoral years and still young, learn more, master more skills."

Fang Ziye and Jie Han could only accompany him with a smile.

What Yuan Weihong couldn't achieve, the two of them now might not necessarily manage either, but there's no way — just take it slowly.

The conversation having reached this point, the rest was still arranging Fang Ziye's later planning.

Also two points: first, research — do projects, hold back experimental results, strive to spend the money, spend it where it's useful, build up the research group's thickness.

Second point: the matter of Fang Ziye's master's thesis defense announcement.

"Jie Han, your Senior Brother's defense announcement, and the photography and recording of the defense committee's revision opinions during the defense — you must record them in detail, without error."

"This affects a lifetime." To show his seriousness, Yuan Weihong rapped the tabletop hard.

Jie Han replied solemnly: "Master, I've also invited a few senior brothers and classmates to help together."

"You invited them?" Yuan Weihong subconsciously said — invited people aren't necessarily reliable.

A smile surfaced on Jie Han's chubby face, meaning: Master, your students' connections aren't that bad.

Jie Han's paper-writing skill is the guarantee of his friendship-making depth; indeed he's very popular within the clinical group.

Chatting, joking, then asking Jie Han about his life, relationships, and such — time reached past ten o'clock.

"No matter what, our little master's school now already has three or four people; let's just work to grow it big and strong, create more glory, climb step by step, open our vision step by step, constantly broaden our horizons."

"Nationwide, outstanding talents are not few; the batch competing with your teacher — those are fierce tigers; what you see now?" Yuan Weihong shook his head slightly.

"Of course, telling you this isn't to make you hang your heads, but to make you transform into fierce tigers so that once you go down the mountain, you'll be unstoppable."

"Everyone's tasks — all remembered clearly?" Out the restaurant doorway, Yuan Weihong asked again.

"Remembered clearly, Master." Fang Ziye and Jie Han replied simultaneously.

"Then go back; it's already past the twentieth; Ziye, there's one month until your formal defense; this period's work focus is on thesis revision."

"Oh, right, your thesis — the first blind review results are out, all passed; there are some revision details that will be forwarded by the Graduate School teachers to Associate Professor Tang Sai, then to you."

"Revise item by item according to the corresponding requirements; if you find any opinions unreasonable, write a Word document explaining why, submit it to the Graduate School to forward to the blind review experts."

"Naturally, I'll also help you check."

"Also, if there's a chance this weekend, ask Luo Tingzhu out for a meal; our group's next member should be her."

"I barely got some money from the hospital, but I used Professor Deng's face, so I have to do things for him; Luo Tingzhu's graduation and subsequent project research, I have to cover it all — but it's enough." Yuan Weihong wiped his hair, sighed, then walked home.

His back view was supremely carefree, not a trace of desolation.

Jie Han and Fang Ziye glanced at each other, especially Jie Han, his eyes full of unspoken words: "Senior Brother? Senior Sister Luo she?"

"Shut up!" Fang Ziye unleashed his Senior Brother pressure.

"I really don't know about this."

(Chapter End)