top student at medical school

Chapter 1: The Small Town Test-Taker (Please add to your favorites)
Hubei Province, Han City.

In August, the scorching heat made the city feel like it was being roasted.

Trauma Surgery Outpatient Clinic, Zhongnan Hospital Affiliated to Wuhan University. The central air conditioning unit, heavy and powerful, whirred loudly to dissipate heat.

Fang Ziye stood at the door of the clinic, his hair fluttering in the wind. At that moment, he was tucking a dark blue ballpoint pen into the left breast pocket of his white coat.

After pushing open the door and looking out of the examination room, he turned back and said, "Master, there are no patients outside. I guess the patients who went for tests will have to wait until tomorrow to see their results."

It was 5:23 PM, seven minutes before the clinic closed at 5:30 PM.

Sitting in front of the computer in the consultation room, Yuan Weihong leaned back, resting his right elbow on the yellow lacquered wooden chair. He stood with his legs slightly apart, squinting his eyes: "Ziye, when will your paper be published?"

Yuan Weihong is Fang Ziye's master's supervisor. He has a standard square face and his hairline is at least four centimeters away from his eyebrows.

Master's students need to publish articles to meet graduation requirements; otherwise, graduation will be delayed.

"Master, we accepted it in May, but publication is estimated to be around October. The timeline for accepting CSCD journals is quite long." Fang Ziye said while adjusting his white coat.

As a master's student specializing in trauma surgery at the Affiliated Zhongnan Hospital of Wuhan University, Fang Ziye graduated with only one CSCD (Chinese core journal) paper published. His voice was barely audible.

Of the two English articles he wrote, one was rejected countless times after it was completed, while the other was only sent to his teacher for revisions after it was finally completed.

An English article is only considered SCI if it is published in a journal; otherwise, it's just an English essay.

Now that the second year of my master's program is over, I'm entering my third year and graduation is just around the corner!
If I can't publish in SCI journals and don't publish an article in a Chinese core journal soon, I'll have to extend my graduation.

Yuan Weihong seemed to understand Fang Ziye's thoughts: "It would be good if it could be published in October."

"It's enough as long as it's sufficient; there's no need to care about other people's opinions on saving face."

Yuan Weihong knew that Fang Ziye wasn't lazy, and that he was steady and not frivolous, so he didn't put too much pressure on him. Aptitude is a matter of personal choice; not everyone can smoothly enter a major hospital.

"Have you thought about pursuing a PhD? It's just the two of us here. I've heard you're only thinking about finding a job," Yuan Weihong asked in a low voice.

Fang Ziye quickly looked up, a hint of bitterness in his eyes. The topic had come to this point; with his mentor in front of him, Fang Ziye nodded slightly. No one dared to speak.

Pursuing a doctorate is the best way for medical students to get ahead.

The most important aspect of a master's degree is research output, specifically publications, or more precisely, the quantity and quality of SCI papers. How can I dare say I want to pursue a PhD in front of others in the department when I haven't published a single paper yet?

Just because you listened to Fish Leong's music, you think you have the courage to become a laughingstock for others to watch?

Doctoral programs do not involve a unified entrance examination; admissions are conducted independently by the universities.

To put it more bluntly, professors have the autonomy to admit students. Whoever they want can pursue a PhD, and if they don't want you, reporting them won't help!
Trying to compete for a doctoral degree with a CSCD paper is like courting death in a battle of gods, and it's a disgrace to oneself!
"You're already writing your graduation thesis?" Everyone's life is different. Yuan Weihong simply changed the subject, his tone suggesting he only hoped his first student could graduate smoothly.

Yuan Weihong is only an attending physician at the hospital and has only been a master's supervisor for three years. He is still a long way from becoming a doctoral supervisor.

Therefore, even if Yuan Weihong thought Fang Ziye was reliable and wanted to keep him by his side, he had no choice but to do so!
The first requirement for recruitment at Zhongnan Hospital is a doctoral, master's, or bachelor's degree, which effectively shuts down Fang Ziye.

"It's almost finished, Master. I can send it to you by the end of this weekend at the latest." Fang Ziye nodded and replied, his voice a little louder. He absolutely dared not be careless in writing his graduation thesis.

With less than a year left until my graduation defense, if I don't submit my first draft to my professor, who will be there to bail me out if any problems arise during graduation?

Compared to the unattainable prospect of pursuing a PhD, the more pressing issue is the more realistic problem of graduating!

Otherwise, if it is selected for blind review, it will be too late to go back and do a proper graduation thesis!
"Send me the finished draft as soon as possible, and I'll revise it for you."

"How have you been lately? You fainted in the training room just two weeks ago." Yuan Weihong crossed his legs, put his arms around his chest, and looked Fang Ziye up and down.

Fang Ziye is not tall, about 1.78 meters, and has a clean and neat appearance with rather delicate features. However, medicine, especially surgery, is the profession least reliant on looks!

Seeing that the conversation was becoming more casual, Fang Ziye smiled and said, "It's alright, Master. That time it was probably just low blood sugar."

"Now my diet and daily routine are very regular."

The training room is a skills training center built by the hospital at great expense. The orthopedic department has a skills training room on one floor inside, which is used by the hospital's resident physicians, master's and doctoral students, as well as the hospital's doctors to practice their skills.

Yuan Weihong thought for a moment, then pursed his lips and said, "The best and simplest way to pursue a doctorate is to study hard and write papers diligently."

"This is much more reliable than coming out of seclusion in the training room. Even if it's the ladder to success for our hospital."

"But compared to coming out of the training room, writing articles is the fastest shortcut."

The Zhongnan Hospital has various skill training rooms. Resident physicians of the hospital can use them by paying a small maintenance fee.

As a master's student in this department, Fang Ziye is naturally eligible to go.

Moreover, both the head of orthopedics and the director of orthopedics have made their positions clear!
You may not be good at writing articles, but you need to be exceptionally talented in surgery, and we can give you a chance.

As long as you can emerge from the first training room according to different stages, we will arrange for you to pursue a master's degree if you are a resident trainee, a doctoral degree if you are a master's student, and employment if you are a doctoral student!

Of course, if you write good articles and produce a lot of research output, then you can naturally arrange to pursue a doctorate and find employment.

But if you're useless in both scientific research and professional skills? Then no one will pity you.

The opportunity has always been there, like a price tag in a vegetable market.

Fang Ziye's eyes flickered a few times upon hearing this. He breathed a sigh of relief, took off his white coat, and explained resignedly, as if Kong Yiji had taken off his long gown: "Master, what I'm thinking of is practicing the basics more and learning some surgical techniques so that it will be easier for me to work in a prefecture-level city hospital in the future."

“Once we start working, there won’t be a place as good as a practice room for us to practice.”

Fang Ziye came from an ordinary family in a small town. His grades in college were mediocre, barely enough to get him into a 211 university. He was lucky when he took the postgraduate entrance exam, and his written test score was quite good.

I got into Han City University, a long-established 985 university...

Now it seems that all the energy has been used up. After two years, the professional operation is just so-so, only mediocre, and the scientific research output can only maintain the basic level!

"If you really want to pursue a doctorate, try to find opportunities outside quietly..." Yuan Weihong suggested with some reluctance.

He himself is not a doctoral supervisor.

“Yes, Master.” Fang Ziye nodded.

He glanced sideways at a panel that only he could see, lost in thought—

[Physician Level: Resident Physician]

【医学基础理论：外科学2级13/50、骨科学2级17/50、创伤外科2级29/50……】

【医学基础操作技能：切开术1级18/20、缝合术1级17/20、清创术1级15/20、止血术1级15/20……】

[Current knowledge points: 5.]

"Let's go home." Yuan Weihong glanced at the time, pointing to 5:30, before shutting down his computer and preparing to leave. He was a person with an extremely strong sense of time...

(End of this chapter)