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Chapter 102 Zhou Ge's Mishap (Second Update, Please Subscribe)
"Senior Brother Fang, can I ask you a question? Why are you so interested in the experimental results? You take pictures every time. Is this some kind of peculiar collecting obsession?" Luo Tingzhu asked in a soft, gentle tone as she took off her mask as she walked out of the control room alongside Fang Ziye.

A slight smile played on her lips, a smile tinged with slyness.

Fang Ziye's knees buckled slightly on the spot. He sniffed and said, "Tingzhu, you weren't prepared for this?"

"Our doctoral students can apply to submit papers and give academic presentations at provincial-level or municipal-level orthopedic academic conferences. These academic presentations can be considered as a bonus compared to low-quality articles."

"Whether it's for applying for scholarships or finding a job later, it will be quite beneficial."

What does it mean to talk nonsense with a straight face? This is Fang Ziye.

The situation Fang Ziye described certainly exists, but it's very difficult.

At any specialized academic conference, let alone master's and doctoral students, even attending physicians are just there to fill the seats, and associate professors are just there to serve tea. Even the directors of prefecture-level city hospitals are trembling with fear when they have to give a report, afraid that there will be loopholes in the report and that they will be criticized.

For a senior attending physician like Yuan Weihong to give a small presentation at a small session of a national-level orthopedic conference, such as the second session in the morning or the first and second sessions in the afternoon, requires going through multiple rounds of selection.

It might be slightly better within the province, but for ordinary doctoral and master's students who want to give academic presentations, you might have the guts, but your mentor doesn't.

If you don't speak well, he'll have to step in and cover for you, engaging in a heated debate with everyone, which might be even more 'exciting' than your actual defense.

During the defense, there might be three to five chairpersons of the defense committee, at most six or seven, and there are at least several dozen in a single venue.

In addition, the conferences that doctoral students can usually attend are youth conferences, and the reports they give are purely reports on basic experiments.

That's it. Most of the young people nowadays come from pure basic experimental research backgrounds, and even older professors are a little easier to fool if you talk in a mysterious way. But it's not so easy to fool people of the same age as Yuan Weihong, and it's even harder to fool those younger than Yuan Weihong.

Find the right spot, and it might just tear you to pieces.

But it is ultimately just a fantasy.

Luo Tingzhu listened attentively, her smile fading, her almond lips parted slightly, revealing her delicate lower teeth: "That's true, but the risk-reward ratio of such academic reports is too small, and it's easy to lose face."

Luo Tingzhu glanced at Fang Ziye while walking forward, dodging a bench and twisting her body slightly, instantly adding a touch of allure to her figure: "Senior brother, you should still discuss this with Teacher Yuan before submitting your work."

Since a youth section was set up in the conference hall, there was naturally precedent for allowing the PhD to attend.

Top-tier doctoral students often choose this approach in the early stages to make a name for themselves within the province and enhance their professional and academic standing to some extent.

But it's very difficult.

Originally, Luo Tingzhu wanted to suggest that they could discuss it later, but she felt embarrassed to say so because she remembered that Fang Ziye hadn't reviewed the tender documents he had written before.

"What Senior Brother Fang is probably aiming for isn't just the national scholarship for doctoral studies, but rather the talent recruitment program at the hospital, right?" Luo Tingzhu said, her hands in the pockets of her white coat.

I don't know why, but when a male doctor inserts his hand like this, he seems very awkward, but when a female doctor inserts her hand into her white coat, it has a different kind of charm.

This could also be another kind of gender advantage.

“Everyone should have dreams. Song Yi, the guy from Kyoto University Third Hospital who was going to study for his doctorate at our hospital, told me that housing prices in all provincial capitals are very high now, except for Shashi in the neighboring province, which is relatively affordable.”

"People from humble backgrounds like mine can't afford it, so I can only think about getting a settlement allowance during the recruitment process to reduce some of the burden."

"I flipped through it..."

As the saying goes, one lie requires many more lies to cover it up, or many legitimate reasons to fill the gap, going around in circles and diverting the previous topic.

Fang Ziye's enthusiasm for collecting and participating in experimental results was not due to a collecting obsession, but rather a thirst for knowledge.

This is something I can't explain to everyone; if you think I have a collecting obsession, then so be it.

"Yes, that's true. But when it comes to work, unless you're extremely skilled in the specific operations, it's very difficult to use it as a plus."

"On the national surgical management platform, surgical techniques are used to benchmark against high-quality papers, which requires a high level of proficiency and surgical skill. Therefore, most people recruited do not have strong professional abilities, so they account for a small percentage."

“A regular orthopedic academic conference at the municipal level can award 0.5 points, a provincial specialist annual meeting can award 1 point of impact factor, a small academic report at the national orthopedic annual meeting can award 3 points, and a successful submission to a world-class forum can directly award 5 points, and these can be accumulated.”

“But submitting papers for each type is very difficult. In fact, it’s more reliable to conduct experiments and publish articles.” Luo Tingzhu explained to Fang Ziye in a more detailed way.

“But senior brother, instead of worrying about these things, you should just focus on getting more scholarships, money for publishing articles, or prize money from competitions. That would be even more.” Luo Tingzhu said this as she sat down in her seat.

Fang Ziye turned his head slightly and looked at Luo Tingzhu.

But Luo Tingzhu kept it a secret for the time being.

It wasn't until Fang Ziye had packed his backpack and computer that Luo Tingzhu, who had also packed her backpack, large canvas bag, and snack bag hanging on her chest, came down to the front of the laboratory building.

Luo Tingzhu then asked, "Senior brother, did you know that the first prize of academic scholarship and the national scholarship can actually be awarded without overlap?"

"Huh?" Fang Ziye was taken aback.

Fang Ziye didn't pay attention to this. When he was pursuing his master's degree, all he could get was academic scholarships, which were barely enough to cover his tuition fees. There was no such thing as a national scholarship.

To be honest, Fang Ziye never received any awards during his master's studies at either Jinshi Medical University or Hanshi University, mainly because he didn't have enough publications and didn't hold any positions in any academic organizations.

Luo Tingzhu said, "The national scholarship for the five-year program seems to be 8,000 yuan, while the national scholarship for the eight-year program is calculated according to the postgraduate standard, which can be around 20,000 yuan a year. The first prize of the academic scholarship is 10,000 yuan, and our school also has a lot of financial aid. As long as you have good grades, you can get quite a lot."

"For example, scholarships named after outstanding alumni..."

Seeing Luo Tingzhu's response, Fang Ziye simply asked, "How much money have you saved?"

Luo Tingzhu held out her hand and made an OK sign.

"Thirty thousand?" Fang Ziye was somewhat shocked.

You can make money by studying? This was the first time Fang Ziye had ever heard of it.

Ke Luo Tingzhu shook her head instead, her lips curving into a slight smile, as if she were somewhat arrogant.

"Thirty?" Fang Ziye's head and back were hunched over in shock.

"More or less, actually a little less. It's mainly because the college gave me a lot of prize money for helping me participate in the national competition of the National Medical Students Skills Competition, the eight-year program."

"And if you publish an article, the school will also give you some rewards. All in all."

But Fang Ziye felt that all the odds and ends Luo Tingzhu mentioned were quite substantial. According to Luo Tingzhu's calculations, she would need at least 60,000 to 70,000 yuan a year to save up a huge sum of nearly 300,000 yuan.

Even if the tuition for an eight-year program is five thousand, that's fifteen thousand a year, which is relatively economical, right?

"Farewell!" Fang Ziye clasped his hands in a fist salute.

I can't count on myself. When I was in my third year of master's studies and the scholarships were being evaluated, I hadn't even published my own articles yet. National scholarships were beyond my reach. The fact that I could maintain my first-class academic scholarship was already a favor from the graduate school.

I dare not covet more.

Luo Tingzhu walked away somewhat happily, heading towards the dormitory. Occasionally, she jumped up and picked a leaf, which she then played with in her hand. Fang Ziye, on the other hand, headed towards his rented apartment.

The two parted ways at the basketball court in the medical school. To the right was Luo Tingzhu's graduate student dormitory, while Fang Ziye walked into the dilapidated residential area behind Zhongnan Hospital.

Of course, Fang Ziye did not let his guard down just because Luo Tingzhu made money. After returning home, he shook his head slightly and temporarily forgot about the matter.

I checked the time; it was already past seven in the afternoon.

Fang Ziye sent Jie Han a message: "Tomorrow, Wednesday, is Master's outpatient clinic. I will be on duty in the department. Jie Han, remember to go and accompany Master to the outpatient clinic."

"You can leave the beds in the department to me."

Jie Han drew an OK sign.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Ziye added based on his own speculation: "You can ask fewer questions, since neither the teacher nor I are experts in some areas."

Jie Han quickly replied, "Senior brother, I already know I was wrong, so there definitely won't be many problems tomorrow." "It's just that I like to ask questions when I don't understand something."

Jie Han sent a smiley face.

Fang Ziye returned an OK gesture.

I'll take a nap for an hour first. After that, I'll start revising the paper. After the blind review is passed, I'll revise the article according to the corresponding comments. After the revision is complete, Fang Ziye will have to print out his paper, bind it into a booklet, and send it to the orthopedic professors of major teaching hospitals in Han City.

That is, each member of the defense committee that Fang Ziye is about to defend must have at least one copy.

The easiest one to deliver was to Professor Zhang, the head of the spinal surgery department at our hospital. Then there was one professor from the Provincial People's Hospital, two from Union Hospital, one from Tongji Hospital, and one from the Third People's Hospital of Hubei Province. The furthest one, which required a trip to Shashi, was a professor of orthopedics from the Third Affiliated Hospital of Xiangnan University…

Of course, besides submitting his own thesis, senior student Sun Shaoqing had already treated himself as a laborer.

Fang Ziye slept for a long time, and it took him two and a half hours to wake up. When he checked the time, he quickly got up and even patted his face.

He muttered under his breath, "How do you even sleep...?"

The next day.

During rounds, Professor Deng Yong noticed that Yuan Weihong was not there, so he casually asked about it. After learning that Yuan Weihong had gone to see patients in the outpatient clinic, Professor Deng Yong said, "Oh, so now Ziye, you're carrying on your master's mantle?"

Fang Ziye listened with trepidation and changed his words: "Master, I would never be rebellious!"

Double entendre.

Do you mean I should carry Yuan Weihong's banner or yours?
Professor Deng Yong rolled his eyes upon hearing this, and the other senior students also burst into laughter.

Professor Deng Yong said, "Ziye, you've been corrupted by Yuan Weihong."

Then Professor Deng Yong led the group to the next bed, clearly quite satisfied with Fang Ziye's answer.

We're all masters, you didn't explain it clearly.

Just as he started his shift, Jin Hongzhou walked in from outside the office, looked Fang Ziye up and down, and then took off Fang Ziye's mask. Fang Ziye, who was concentrating on revising medical orders, couldn't help but turn around and stand up.

"Brother Zhou."

Jin Hongzhou cursed under his breath: "Damn it, you're the one who did the manual reduction? I was so busy I forgot. A month ago, I handled all the joint dislocations that I sent to the department myself. I knew I might have gotten the wrong person."

"Fang Ziye, Ziye. Oh, right, right, right." Jin Hongzhou seemed to have gone mad.

"Brother Zhou, you've worked hard," Fang Ziye replied.

“You send me a message, damn it, I really don’t remember. I see dozens of patients every day, and dozens of colleagues from other departments at the same level call me for consultations.”

"I really forgot. Don't let your meal go to waste." Jin Hongzhou joked.

"Brother Zhou, you're too kind. You must be too busy." Fang Ziye's tone was full of concern, and it was no exaggeration.

The chief resident, the biggest traitor, the bald-headed scoundrel, the Kitchen God—he's all that.

How much does a chief resident do in a day? You just need to look at the daily routines of some of the chief residents you work with.

Fang Ziye simply turned his head slightly and glanced at Luo Tingzhu, the prospective chief resident, who was holding a thick stack of discharge medical records and starting quality control. He immediately understood the difficulty of her work.

After all, after these assistant resident chief quality control officers, Jin Hongzhou would have to do another quality control. If there were any more mistakes, he would scold them directly. He was always on edge and could lose his temper at any moment.

"Okay, you're the one. I'll bring you some patients later. I've been looking for you for ages." Jin Hongzhou rubbed his hair as he walked out of the office.

At this moment, Luo Tingzhu was doing quality control of medical records, while Gu Yi and Yan Zhiming were checking the medical records on the shelf as well as the medical records and surgical records written by the attending physicians.

Lan Tianluo, graduate student Zhu Yunwen, Shu Lang, and Gong Ziming stood trembling beside him.

Fang Ziye's classmate, Li Yuanpei, pulled his mask up and said, "Senior Brother Yan, I'm going to change my dressing first. If there are any problems, just send me a message."

Li Yuanpei didn't dare to speak just now, because he was afraid that Jin Hongzhou, the chief resident, would come looking for him.

All the resident physicians and doctors under the Chief Resident were directly authorized by Professor Deng Yong. Even if anyone felt wronged, they had to keep it to themselves and could only appeal to their superiors if the opportunity arose.

After all, the work of chief resident is already so difficult, and superiors such as Yuan Weihong and Xie Jinyuan would not cause trouble for Jin Hongzhou just because their student was wronged.

"Senior Brother Gu, Brother Zhou has been looking for me?" Fang Ziye turned and asked.

"I don't know. Zhou is the chief resident. He's been putting a lot of patients into the department lately, but who knows what he's up to?"

"However, Zhou Ge has had very bad luck in the past month, with emergency consultations and surgeries every night."

"Brother Luo even covered for him for a day, otherwise he would have gloriously sacrificed himself on the job."

"According to Brother Luo, he was talking to Brother Zhou with one foot in front of him, and then he turned around with a white coat in his hand. Brother Zhou just sat down in the duty room and fell asleep against the wall." Gu Yi said with great heartache.

It gives one a feeling that life is not worth living.

You said, Jin Hongzhou, with a doctoral degree, a bachelor's, master's and doctoral degree from a 985 university, after graduation, it seems that he stayed in the hospital at Zhongnan Hospital, but he is so miserable, why bother?

Wouldn't it be better to study a different major?
Of course, that's the idea. In fact, Jin Hongzhou had a lot of opportunities to gain experience during his hospital stay, almost too many.

While Luo Tingzhu was reviewing the medical records, she raised her hand and said, "Senior Brother Fang, could you please correct this discharge medical record? There are typos."

"Huh?" Fang Ziye quickly pulled his stool back.

Luo Tingzhu pointed to something with her pen, and Fang Ziye immediately clasped his hands in gratitude, saying, "I'll change it right away."

Luo Tingzhu simply pulled out the page, held it in her hand, and threw it into the trash can.

Gu Yi asked curiously, "Tingzhu, Ziye hasn't made any silly mistakes in a long time. What did he do wrong?"

"It's just a typo, a typo in the surgical record. This patient can have a copy made," Luo Tingzhu replied.

“Oh, then it needs to be changed.” Gu Yi continued looking at the medical records on the shelf.

At this moment, Fang Ziye blushed. It really wasn't a mistake he made on purpose. Luo Tingzhu would use the department's computer to add her name to the quality control homepage, so the three characters "Luo Tingzhu" were pre-selected, and even the two characters "Luo Ting" were selected in the same way.

Fang Ziye's surgical record should have read "after the nut stopped rotating," but it turned out to be "Luo Tingzhu rotated the nut." This was probably because Fang Ziye typed too fast while blind typing, resulting in this error.

It was just a minor incident, nothing serious.

A short while later, Gu Yi and Yan Zhiming left after reviewing the medical records on the shelf, leaving Lan Tianluo and the others to begin revising them.

After putting down the quality-controlled discharge medical record, Luo Tingzhu said, "Senior Brother Fang, I'll passage your cells today. When I checked two days ago, they had grown to 70%, and I estimate they'll be almost full today."

"Thank you for your hard work!" Fang Ziye clasped his hands in a slight fist salute.

"I'll send you the pictures later," Luo Tingzhu added in a low voice, as if deliberately satisfying some kind of fetish of Fang Ziye, while Fang Ziye pretended not to blush.

Turning to him, he asked, "Tianluo, how did your written test go? Did you check the answers?"

Lan Tianluo turned his head, continued typing blindly with both hands, and shook his head, saying, "Senior brother, I never check the answers."

"It doesn't matter."

"Awesome." Fang Ziye gave Lan Tianlu a thumbs up, then finished revising the medical record and went to change the dressing.

But just then, Jin Hongzhou's feeding arrived at the department again.

(End of this chapter)