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Chapter 100 A Man Who Knows How to Make Money (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

Our mentor, Yuan Weihong, truly went to great lengths, even going so far as to make a solemn pledge at the hospital for the group's development. He secured a research grant of up to 600,000 yuan from the hospital.

This is no easy feat. You have to ask the hospital for money directly, and they've always had that convenient option. But just as easily, it's not easy to get the money. If you fail, you might end up dying.

However, it doesn't need to be achieved in the short term; it can be achieved within three years.

For a hospital to develop, it inevitably needs long-term, broad-based investments. However, if a hospital produces a high-quality basic research paper, its overall influence will undoubtedly be enhanced.

As for whether it's useful or not, Fang Ziye stopped thinking about that. Anything is useless if you don't do it, but if you do do it, and out of a thousand topics, one particularly useful thing appears, that's leading the trend.

Even if only one out of ten thousand research topics comes up, that's still a win.

In today's technologically advanced world, no one dares to underestimate the driving force of innovation.

However, the very next day, when Fang Ziye invited his senior brother Sun Shaoqing to dinner, he overheard Yuan Weihong's words, revealing another layer of the true wound beneath the surface—

This pledge was not made by Yuan Weihong at all, but by Professor Deng Yong; it was the kind of pledge to "atone for one's crimes by performing meritorious service."

"Why?" Fang Ziye was stunned. There were only him and his senior brother Sun Shaoqing present, so Fang Ziye didn't put on any airs or pretend to be very well-mannered.

"Master is going to be removed from his position as ward director. Do you know what the consequences will be?"

Sun Shaoqing, sitting directly opposite Fang Ziye, had absolutely no appetite: "The consequence is that you junior brothers might not get enough resources to graduate."

“Look, there are you, Luo Tingzhu, and Li Yuanpei. The three of you.”

"Yan Zhiming and Xue Cao, two of them."

"Wang Yuanqi, Gu Yi, and Dong Wenqiang, a total of eight people, eight PhDs!"

Fang Ziye clicked his tongue in amazement upon hearing this.

It's certainly difficult for one person to shoulder such a heavy responsibility, but he is Professor Deng Yong, a professor, the head of the laboratory, and a doctoral supervisor. He has to take on the responsibility and strive for enough resources to help his students graduate. Otherwise, what kind of teacher would he be?
Fang Ziye was still puzzled: "Senior brother, why does Master want to step down? Master has only been the director for three years, right? According to the five-year term, even if Master doesn't seek re-election, he still has two years left, right?"

After listening, Sun Shaoqing sighed heavily again: "Why?"

"There must have been some flaws in how things were handled. To be honest, it all started when the teacher made a phone call one night to Song Yi, a student who was originally going to apply to our hospital as a teacher."

"This is something to note. It was arranged in advance. Master hopes that Song Yi is capable enough and has a good research level, so he can go through the operational special program or the onion research program."

"But as you know, people who can get a doctorate have thinking, cognition, and sensitivity that are beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"Song Yi is a talented person, and an exceptionally talented one at that. We can't deny that, right?"

"But there's one thing: he's too clever, and he expressed his dissatisfaction in the most open and aboveboard way. Look, that's it." Sun Shaoqing said, flipping his hands over.

"It can't be that serious, can it?" Fang Ziye couldn't believe it at all.

While Professor Deng Yong may have had ulterior motives in this matter, such a severe punishment was unnecessary.

Sun Shaoqing said, "Logically, it shouldn't be this serious, but you know, there's a 36-year-old professor at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, right? He's a hand surgeon."

Fang Ziye knew about this as soon as Sun Shaoqing brought it up.

The professor's name was rather rustic, Liu Huanglong. He was about the same age as Yuan Weihong, and Yuan Weihong could call him "senior brother" to his face.

Despite having a relatively unsophisticated name, he rose to the position of professor of hand surgery at Union Hospital affiliated with Huazhong University of Science and Technology in just nine years after leaving Zhongnan Hospital.

This means he has surpassed several major titles, including PhD, intermediate professional title, associate chief physician, associate professor, chief physician and professor. More importantly, some of his original surgical techniques and research have won the second prize of the National Science and Technology Progress Award.

To put it simply, if Professor Liu Huanglong had remained at Zhongnan Hospital, the overall strength of the hand surgery department would likely be comparable to that of the trauma surgery department, instead of ranking near the bottom of the top ten in Wuhan.

Professor Liu Huanglong was the first person to actually gain the opportunity to study through this practice room. There were others before, but back then there was no such thing as a practice room.

"Professor Liu. Teacher Liu." Fang Ziye simply compared his resume and professional title, and then compared him to his own teacher, who had also graduated from the training room and stayed on as a faculty member.

My own teacher is just a junior attending physician, while others are full professors.

He is the top hand surgeon under the age of forty, and this title is not self-proclaimed by Wuhan. It is a nationwide achievement. Such incredible results are comparable to those of Academician Wu Mengchao, the absolute king of hepatobiliary surgery.

The only drawback is that Academician Wu Mengchao graduated with his bachelor's degree at the age of twenty-seven, and ten years later, he reached the forefront of the world's medical field. Although at that time, the development of modern medicine was still in its relatively early stages, it would be almost impossible for young people today to reach such heights by pursuing a purely professional path. (This story is entirely original and not based on real events.)
But this also shows how amazing Professor Liu Huanglong is.

"So, these living examples haven't been around for many years, do you think?"

"Sigh," sighed Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing.

Sun Shaoqing has slightly thick eyebrows, resembling broken sword eyebrows, and a very straight nose. Overall, her appearance is quite good. If it weren't for her rosacea affecting her looks, she probably wouldn't be any less attractive than Fang Ziye.

Of course, Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing is still very capable. He is currently the top doctor in the trauma surgery team, but he has not yet reached the standard of completing his training. Therefore, he did not compete with Senior Brother Cao in joint surgery.

"Is that all? Senior brother, I think there must be more to the story, right?" Fang Ziye didn't believe it. Just this little bit was enough to bring down a professor.

“Okay, that’s true.” Sun Shaoqing’s eyebrows twitched a few times before he added, “Song Yi’s teacher and Professor Du Xinzhan are classmates and close friends. Song Yi’s intention to return to Han City for development was based on private contact between Song Yi’s teacher and Professor Du Xinzhan, who strongly recommended him.”

"Professor Du Xinzhan took one look at Song Yi's resume and thought it was flawless. There was no need for him to go through any connections. In order to be fair, he did not mention it to anyone before the assessment."

“Naturally, Song Yi came to our hospital as the top choice because his teacher recommended him. He was originally a very promising talent, but our mentor just happened to run into him.” Sun Shaoqing shrugged.

"Of course, after Master knew he was about to retire, he had to ask the hospital for some money before he left, with his last breath, to pave the way for you. The money he got has now been handed over to Brother Wei for management."

"Consider this as start-up funding for your and Tingzhu's research. It should be enough if needed later." Sun Shaoqing was very familiar with how much money Professor Deng Yong had.

Fang Ziye really didn't expect that this would involve such in-depth issues.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Zhongnan Hospital of Wuhan University is not outstanding in Wuhan. There is the Provincial People's Hospital ahead of it, which has a better platform than Zhongnan Hospital. There are also Tongji Hospital and Union Hospital. What advantage does Zhongnan Hospital have?
Why did Song Yi insist on coming here to exert such overwhelming pressure on Li Yuanpei?
"What about Song Yi now?"

"Tongji Hospital's trauma surgery department is like a locked door, no matter what you do, it's a dead end."

“Look, a professor who’s even better than my master is my mentor, and I get the top scholarship. Once I join his group, I’ll have 400,000 yuan to squander as I please. If Song Yi joins the department, the associate professor will start clinical teaching right away.”

"A full scholarship to study abroad, and the laboratory abroad is the Mayo Clinic, one of the top hospitals in the United States."

"They even specially contacted the clinical team for him, so Song Yi won't have to stay in the lab for long while he's abroad. It's like he's been promoted to associate professor level and is now a visiting scholar abroad! Bro!"

Why are you making another move?

Sun Shaoqing's sharp eyebrows twitched, as if he felt this was a completely hopeless situation.

The standards for the specialized operation program and the research program established by Zhongnan Hospital are no less than those of Tongji Hospital, and they are mainly established for the purpose of selecting talents.

Naturally, Zhongnan Hospital couldn't offer Song Yi such good treatment.

Looking at it from this perspective, Professor Deng Yong's approach does seem to be somewhat biased.

"It seems there's no other way but to walk slowly."

"Then, Master, is there still a chance?" Fang Ziye pointed upwards.

"It depends on how things go. Professor Han Yuanxiao will serve as acting director for at least a year. Generally speaking, after the acting director's term is up, he will be directly promoted to ward director." "Professor Han Yuanxiao lacks opportunity, not ability. Which professor in our hospital didn't fight their way up?" Sun Shaoqing said.

……

Everyone has their own understanding of this matter, and Fang Ziye doesn't intend to interfere.

After confirming the defense time and related procedures with his senior, Sun Shaoqing, Fang Ziye went downstairs to settle the bill.

After saying goodbye to his senior brother Sun Shaoqing, Fang Ziye went straight to the training room.

At this moment, Luo Tingzhu was diligently practicing the hemostasis technique that Fang Ziye had learned earlier at the workbench in the training room, without starting the debridement technique practice.

However, on Fang Ziye's 'exclusive' workbench, there were already neatly arranged blocks of tofu, and it was unclear whether they were practice materials that one of his junior brothers or Luo Tingzhu had arranged for him in advance.

"Senior Brother Fang." Luo Tingzhu, holding a simulated electrosurgical knife in one hand, paused the operation and greeted Fang Ziye with a smile, exuding a youthful and beautiful aura.

Very happy.

Luo Tingzhu is actually considered a treasure in the laboratory and department. She is basically uninvolved in trivial matters and troublesome things.

When Luo Tingzhu first joined the lab, her graduation was still a long way off, so naturally there was no way to give her preferential treatment in terms of resources. But now, Professor Deng Yong has received the funding and has directly allocated it to Luo Tingzhu and Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye received 250,000 and Luo Tingzhu received 350,000, which seemed like a lot, but Professor Deng Yong had considered that Yuan Weihong would give Fang Ziye more money. In fact, the research funds available to him would be higher than those for Luo Tingzhu.

With a large sum of money soon to be available for experiments, Luo Tingzhu was naturally in a wonderful mood.

Fang Ziye didn't intend to relay the information he heard from Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing to others in order to create anxiety. He stopped, stood on tiptoe, took a look, and said, "Junior Sister, you acted too quickly. It's a case of overdoing it."

Luo Tingzhu nodded: "Yes, I think so too. When I finished the hemostasis technique, it only took 57 seconds. It could have been slower, but suddenly increasing from 40 to 60 times, I was afraid I wouldn't have enough time."

The difficulty of performing hemostasis increases dramatically, from ten times to twenty times, to forty times, and then to sixty times.

"It's alright, practice slowly." Fang Ziye walked towards his workbench; he needed to practice too.

Today he plans to increase the progress of the debridement technique by about 5 points, naturally he has to move forward step by step.

Beside him, Jie Han was also practicing his hemostasis technique. His cutting skills were only a tiny bit away from being able to cut tofu into perfect pieces, so it was better to develop them in a balanced way.

When Fang Ziye arrived at the workbench, he paused for a moment and said, "Senior brother, when I arrived, senior sister had already collected the materials for you."

Fang Ziye glanced around and said, "Don't occupy the workbench anymore, no matter how many people are there. It's not good."

Fang Ziye warned him that although he was about to become a doctor and a senior doctor, and his overall strength was among the best of the junior doctors, second only to senior doctor Sun Shaoqing and even better than senior doctoral students like Gu Yi, such bureaucracy was unacceptable.

It's best to be cautious.

Jie Han explained, "Senior brother, it's okay. This is the unspoken rule everyone follows, so it's fine."

“The other senior brothers and classmates are all easy to talk to. We were even hoping that you would take over the classes in the training room from Senior Brother Sun and the others,” Jie Han said with a smile, his eyes narrowing into slits.

Speaking of which, Jie Han's figure is actually quite thin, and his skin is also quite fair, but his face is a bit large, which makes him look a bit asymmetrical and still has a childish appearance.

Seeing Jie Han's dazed look, Fang Ziye made a feint.

After the operation was completed, Fang Ziye helped Luo Tingzhu and Jie Han tidy up their workbenches. Fang Ziye then instructed them, "Jie Han, Tingzhu, you both have school-level research projects on your hands right now, so you should hurry up and finish them."

"Jiehan, what you need to learn is to culture cells first, starting with basic operations such as cell thawing and cryopreservation. Take this opportunity to cryopreserve more cell lines to facilitate subsequent operations."

"The only thing you have left to do now is the quantitative analysis of lactic acid, which is also a simple operation."

“Listen to Senior Sister Zhu, I recently became quite proficient at this step of the procedure. You can also help out in the lab more. There are fewer and fewer opportunities in the operating room lately, but we still need to make good use of our time.”

Luo Tingzhu was carefully peeling open the tofu used for practicing hemostasis techniques and rinsing it with water from the worktable, saying, "Senior brother, is Junior Brother Jiehan's project progressing so quickly?"

This is far too sensitive.

Fang Ziye sniffed and replied, "I've completed some preliminary research before, and my master's thesis application was definitely not as in-depth as yours, Zhu."

Fang Ziye felt it best to avoid discussing this "irregular" practice in public. Luo Tingzhu was one of the few people who knew about it.

Luo Tingzhu quickly responded with an "oh," which was rather cute.

On the way to the lab, the new recruit Jie Han was a little nervous, following Fang Ziye and Jie Han cautiously the whole way, just like Fang Ziye when he first entered the lab.

During the process of reviving and freezing the cells, Jie Han was a bit flustered, but fortunately, he only wasted a few pipettes, which cost about ten yuan, and there was no contamination of the cells or reagents.

During the centrifugal separation, Jie Han was startled: "Senior Brother Fang, you are really amazing. Such a complicated operation, let alone doing it, just looking at it is boring."

Jie Han felt that doing experiments was even more boring than writing papers.

"Take your time to appreciate it; there will always be an interesting side to it." Fang Ziye gestured for Luo Tingzhu to go and conduct her own experiments related to her research project.

Although Luo Tingzhu also followed Fang Ziye's example and conducted some preliminary experiments by borrowing reagents, it was certainly not as in-depth and extensive as Fang Ziye's.

After Luo Tingzhu left, Jie Han asked again, "Hey, senior brother, was that municipal-level research project Master was working on? I heard it was worth 100,000 yuan?"

Jie Han's tone was slightly shocked, but in reality, Luo Tingzhu had just left the cell culture room and walked back in, because she had forgotten to bring the cell culture dish when she went out.

Upon hearing Jie Han's question in a hushed voice, they immediately perked up their ears.

His gaze turned toward where Fang Ziye was.

Municipal-level research projects are higher-level than school-level projects, and they generally receive more funding. How could Fang Ziye actually get one?
Luo Tingzhu also applied herself, submitting the paper under Professor Deng Yong's name, but it seems she didn't receive any response. She didn't know why. In fact, in principle, a professor-level person could obtain a municipal-level research project with just one step.

Fang Ziye was a little embarrassed at this moment, as he hadn't had a chance to tell Luo Tingzhu about this yet. After all, Jie Han and Luo Tingzhu were both busy with school-level research projects at the time.

Fang Ziye suspected that Jie Han did it on purpose.

"Yes, that's true." Fang Ziye smiled and nodded in response.

At this moment, Jie Han realized something. With his keen intuition, he immediately sat up straight and said, "Men who can make money are actually very attractive, right, senior brother?"

Jie Han's implication startled Fang Ziye, who slapped him hard on the shoulder, not caring about the pollution involved.

Luo Tingzhu walked slowly towards the cell culture room, took two culture dishes, and congratulated Fang Ziye, her ears slightly red. She then forced herself to squint and walked out of the cell culture room somewhat embarrassed, turning into a jog at the door.

Jie Han immediately transformed into a love expert, speaking in a serious tone: "Senior brother, my guess is correct."

"You're right, my foot."

"Do your experiments properly," Fang Ziye said, pointing to the centrifuge.

Let me explain the details of the previous chapter in the footnotes. As mentioned earlier, the person at Zhongnan Hospital who gained admission to the program through the training room was a graduate student of the hospital, and there was only one such person. It did not apply to all doctoral students, nor did it apply to any specialized training programs.

However, these people are not from this hospital. (Please stop nitpicking here; of the students trained by Zhongnan Hospital itself, only Liu Huanglong and Fang Ziye pursued doctoral degrees through a special program.)
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