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Chapter 105 What Kind of Kanton Is This? (Please Subscribe)
"Boss, has it been printed and bound yet? I'll come pick up my thesis around 8:40 tomorrow morning." After Yuan Weihong and Jie Han left the office, Fang Ziye asked the owner of the printing shop inside the medical school on WeChat again.

Don't underestimate the owner of the printing shop inside the medical school. He has honed his skills by working alongside generations of master's and doctoral students. His team's familiarity with thesis format far surpasses that of any expert or professor in the medical school.

Thesis and dissertation have requirements for various aspects such as format, font, and line spacing. Even the format of references has relatively standardized templates.

The graduate school is only responsible for drafting and issuing these templates; the real task of aligning these formats neatly is done by the owners of the various print shops within the university.

There's a saying that goes, "If the printing shops on campus close during graduation season, the graduation rate of that college may be affected."

Because graduation theses are not only required for the defense, but also need to be uploaded to the university's library electronic system. Although there is no manual review, there is a computer review mechanism.

That's fucking ridiculous...

"It's all bound, and the cover is finished too. The total is two hundred and ninety-eight yuan," the shopkeeper replied expertly.

Yes, graduation season is also the busiest time for the print shops on campus.

The thesis needs to be bound into a book, which requires special paper, a special cover, and a special format. Fang Ziye only asked the other party to make six copies, and the printing cost alone was as high as 298 yuan.

Fang Ziye replied, "Okay, boss. Please make a note of this: Surgical Group, Orthopedics - Teacher Yuan Weihong, number 7658. I'll sign it when I come over tomorrow."

Such binding and printing costs can be reimbursed through Yuan Weihong's research grants. It is also a necessary expense to budget when applying for research grants and is considered a normal reimbursement method.

Fang Ziye knew that he would need to print more than just a few copies of his thesis. If there were any typos, he would need to correct them in another version. After the defense, he would need to correct them in several more versions. If it was not reimbursable, the cost of printing the thesis alone would be over four figures.

Binding one's thesis into a book and personally delivering it to the professors on the dissertation defense committee is a way of showing respect to them.

This is not a blind review. Sending it for blind review is something neither Fang Ziye nor Yuan Weihong can participate in. Fang Ziye sends the electronic version to the Graduate School, which then forwards it. Who it is sent to, when it is reviewed, and whether it can pass are all things that even Yuan Weihong's connections might not be able to determine. Moreover, it could be sent to any teaching hospital in the country.

Naturally, Yuan Weihong also underwent blind review of his graduate thesis defense from Dalian Medical University, but that thesis was rejected by Yuan Weihong outright.

Yuan Weihong wouldn't dare approve someone who copies other people's pictures and then includes symbols that don't even appear in their own paper.

To be on the safe side, Yuan Weihong also had Fang Ziye, who was only a second-year master's student at the time, check it. Indeed, the markers in the pictures in the paper and the markers in the results were completely different things.

It didn't pass, but Yuan Weihong's opinion wasn't that strong at the time; he just asked the other party to explain, and then nothing more was heard from it...

"Okay!" The boss skillfully opened the ledger, found Yuan Weihong's accounting page, and wrote down the date, expenses, and printed items in a flamboyant style, waiting for Fang Ziye to come over and sign it.

Yuan Weihong would check the signature on the notebook. If it wasn't Fang Ziye's or Jie Han's signature, Yuan Weihong definitely wouldn't pay the final payment, and he would also find the guy or girl on his accounting page.

Generally, the financial settlement is done at the end of the year...

After that, Fang Ziye opened his computer again and carefully reviewed the paper for any fundamental logical errors or typos. After browsing through it and finding no such errors, he closed the computer and went to sleep.

The reason why no emergency patients came to the department during this period was that Fang Ziye had informed Jin Hongzhou in advance that he was going to deliver a paper the next day, so he would have to stay in the evening.

Fang Ziye checked his knowledge points for the day: 82 points, exceeding the goal of getting a free level 3 vascular suturing skill, which was perfect.

Vascular suturing is a fundamental skill in surgery and is a highly valued procedure in hand surgery and vascular surgery.

Of course, it's not entirely useless in trauma surgery. However, such basic professional skills are a skill that needs to be assessed when deciding whether to appoint you as the chief resident after you've been admitted to the hospital.

Hospitalization always involves emergency surgery. You can't expect to directly consult with vascular surgeons and hand surgeons for every type of vascular injury you encounter. You still need to be proficient in routine procedures.

However, this skill is not very helpful or useful to Fang Ziye at present, nor is it within the scope of skills required for staying in the hospital.

Just as Fang Ziye was about to rest, he discovered that Luo Tingzhu had sent him a set of pictures.

There are quite a few, a total of thirty or forty.

Upon seeing this, Fang Ziye was overjoyed—

Although I don't know if I personally participated in the experimental operation that day, I wonder if I will also benefit from participating in the preliminary research operation. In any case, it is a small research project that needs to explore the feasibility and infeasibility of obtaining knowledge.

Just follow these steps.

There are many images, and they are all high-resolution original images, so they need to load slowly.

Fang Ziye then slowly read through everything from beginning to end.

"+0.1!"

"+0.2!"

It's not that it's completely useless, but compared to being there in person or actually participating in the process, the benefits of this knowledge are too little.

Fang Ziye looked at a total of four pictures. These four pictures were a flowchart showing the entire process and results of the experiment. One picture showed the experiment in progress, and the other three pictures showed the results.

Having obtained 2 knowledge points, Fang Ziye calculated based on the knowledge point gains from previous experiments that the efficiency of obtaining knowledge points through this operation was severely reduced, by at least 30% or 40%.

Fortunately, Luo Tingzhu later sent some experimental results that Fang Ziye had conducted before but had not photographed or recorded.

The 'fracture' was even worse; it was simply a single or double fracture...

But it doesn't matter. Even a mosquito bite is still meat. At least I got 3.5 knowledge points from just a dozen or so pictures. Something is better than nothing.

On the seventeenth image, Fang Ziye carefully zoomed in and out, examining every corner from left to right, top to bottom, left to top, left to bottom, right to top, and right to bottom.

What are these?
There were no petri dishes, no workbench, and no reagents; it seemed to be something completely unrelated to the experimental procedure.

This picture can at most be considered a selfie of Luo Tingzhu. She is sitting in front of a microscope, tilting her head slightly, with her back facing the cell culture incubator in the cell culture room.

The petri dish was probably in front of her, so it wasn't visible at all.

This can be a point of knowledge.

However, it's understandable that my hand might shake occasionally when I receive thirty or forty photos at once.

The eighteenth image shows the results of a scratch experiment that Fang Ziye had never seen before. The results were perfect, and this cell line was also one that Fang Ziye had never encountered before. It was 143B that Luo Tingzhu had obtained herself.

Therefore, you will also gain a considerable amount of knowledge points, +0.3!

After carefully reading through the text and finding no omissions, Fang Ziye continued forward—

In the twenty-ninth picture, Fang Ziye saw five slender, pale white fingers on a hand. From a professional angle, Fang Ziye could see that the part of her fingers other than the distal interphalangeal joints was incredibly rosy, and even the fingerprints were clearly visible. He could see the 'round Luo' and 'broken Luo' on the center of her fingers.

Then, the pinkish hue of the skin between the interphalangeal joints will be slightly lighter, while the skin at the metacarpophalangeal joints and near the interphalangeal joints will be even lighter in color, but the texture will be more delicate.

After all, this area has the least friction and usage rate, palm lines, and horizontal palm arch.

No problem was found. Fang Ziye doesn't know how to read faces, so let's move on.

When they reached the thirty-seventh photo, Fang Ziye spotted a standard selfie...

Fang Ziye leaned against the support of the yellow-painted double bed in the duty room, scratching the side of his head, and even used the support to touch the temporal region of his head, still unable to figure out what these pictures meant.

Did you send the wrong one? You sent three wrong pictures in a row?

"Senior brother, these are all the pictures I have." Luo Tingzhu explained after sending the pictures.

Fang Ziye only saw this information after looking at the pictures: "Thank you, you've worked hard. Get some rest, it's getting late."

"Hmm," Luo Tingzhu replied with a single word.

……

In the graduate student dormitory, on the fifth floor.

Graduate student dormitories are not as good as undergraduate dormitories. They are not separate buildings for men and women; they are only separated by floor.

One, two, three boys; four, five, six girls.

However, most graduate students chose to rent apartments outside, occupying only the beds, but no one actually lived there.

In the four-person room with bunk beds and desks underneath, only two people were in the dormitory. The other person was on night shift. At this moment, Luo Tingzhu was wearing a white, fluffy nightgown with sunflower flowers and was sitting on the bed like a cat.

The opaque mosquito net embroidered with lotus leaves was tightly closed, so even with her roommates present, no one could see her expression.

After reading the message sent by Fang Ziye, Luo Tingzhu opened Baidu again. After opening the search page, she didn't know what to do for a moment.

In the previous search history, it can be seen that Luo Tingzhu, this silly guy, has a long list of search records - Fang Ziye, Han City University.

Fang Ziye, Tianjin Medical University.

Fang Ziye has a collecting obsession.

What are the characteristics of people with a collecting addiction?

Why do people have a collecting addiction?

When someone puts your name in a medical record, what does that mean?
What are the boundaries and standards of genius?
Medical genius...

These search records are from the furthest to the nearest.

Luo Tingzhu thought for a while but couldn't figure out what to collect. So she opened her favorite page again, which contained some random advertisements and some unreliable suggestions.

People with collecting fetishes typically have unique preferences for pictures, selfies, or intimate clothing of the opposite sex...

Luo Tingzhu thought for a moment and then shook her head.

I put down my phone, put my feet on the bed and slowly moved forward, then covered myself with the blanket.

However, Luo Tingzhu had some trouble sleeping.

She actually wanted to ask, but she didn't know who to ask.

When asked, she couldn't bring herself to speak.

Luo Tingzhu couldn't help but recall a passage she had read in a book before: daughters without a father's protection are generally more timid, and daughters without a mother's guidance are generally more slow-witted.

After listening to Zhu's thoughts, Ke Luo thought about it again, somewhat unconvinced, and muttered to herself, "Who still asks their parents these days?"

"Aren't Baidu Daddy and Xiaohongshu Mommy better?" Although her tone was stubborn, there was a hint of grievance in her voice.

Luo Tingzhu slowly fell asleep.

……

Fang Ziye slept quite well that night because he knew he would be very busy the next day. Thursday was not the surgery day; Friday was. If he wanted to wait for the surgery day, he would have to submit all his papers on Thursday, so time was very tight.

At 6:30, Fang Ziye ordered breakfast delivery and began writing the handover log.

At 7:20, Fang Ziye recorded the preoperative and postoperative examination results for all the beds under his and Jie Han's supervision, and even clearly marked the date of each examination for each bed.

I took a photo and sent it to Jiehan.

There are quite a few places to run around, so he might go straight to his yo-yo after handing over his shift, instead of waiting until he finishes checking the rooms before starting his journey.

The main problem is that Fang Ziye can wait, but the other professors can't.

Yesterday, Sun Shaoqing handed Fang Ziye his printed and bound thesis. Fang Ziye immediately wanted to arrive at the Second Department of Spinal Surgery before 8:50 a.m. to find Professor Zhang or his research assistant and present the two copies of the thesis to him.

Professor Zhang is the chairperson of the dissertation defense committee and a member of our institute, so it's best to submit one copy of his work. Naturally, we need to coordinate the timing.

At 7:30, Luo Tingzhu arrived at the ward and had already changed into her own 1.65-meter-tall white coat from the nurses' office.

White lab coats are standard issue and not gender-specific. Although Luo Tingzhu is 1.72 meters tall, even the narrowest size of a 1.7-meter white lab coat looks like a white robe on her. So she simply ordered a size smaller, and apart from being a little short, it was perfect.

When Luo Tingzhu entered the office, Fang Ziye couldn't help but glance at her. After a slight hesitation, he still said, "Junior sister, I have to go out again today. You might need to help me passage those normal, unprocessed cells later."

The batch that Luo Tingzhu processed yesterday was the overexpression batch, which was growing relatively quickly.

The normal batch should theoretically be fully grown by Friday, but there's a possibility of unexpected situations where they grow more rapidly.
Luo Tingzhu nodded: "Okay, senior brother, I'll send you the pictures tonight."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.

Luo Tingzhu couldn't help but blush a little, at least her ears turned slightly red. She smoothed her bangs and covered her small ears slightly: "Senior brother, I might have ordered the wrong thing yesterday."

"Oh!" Fang Ziye nodded and didn't continue the topic.

……

Then we wait for the shift handover to begin.

However, during this shift handover, Fang Ziye still noticed that something was off about the atmosphere.

Although Professor Deng Yong was seated in the director's seat, Professor Han Yuanxiao was not sitting to Professor Dong Yaohui's left this time, but to his right, in the seat closest to Professor Deng Yong. This small change might be foreshadowing something.

As expected, after handing over the shift, Professor Deng Yong announced Professor Du Xinzhan's arrangement for the position of administrative director of the orthopedic trauma surgery subspecialty.

Professor Deng stood tall and straight, speaking in a cheerful tone: "Based on the leaders' opinions, starting next month, that is, from New Year's Day, I will temporarily step down as the director of the trauma surgery ward, and Professor Han Yuanxiao will temporarily take over as the acting director of our ward."

"I will also work closely with Professor Han to carry out the follow-up work! I hope our nursing team will do the same."

"Ah, if there's nothing else today, that concludes the shift handover," Deng Yong said.

Han Yuanxiao raised his hand and said, "Professor Deng, excuse me, but I have to say something."

The nursing and medical teams were all inclined to stand up and leave their seats. Even Fang Ziye and his team of master's degree holders had already crowded together, intending to walk towards the door to make their rounds.

Professor Han Yuanxiao's words brought all the actions to a halt.

Deng Yong then changed his mind beforehand, saying, "Director Han, you go ahead."

Han Yuanxiao then said, "Professor Deng, Teacher Dong, our hospital has always implemented a professor-led system. My position as acting director is temporary. I am junior, so there will be no distinction between director and non-director in the future."

"There are many questions that I may need to ask the two professors for advice. I am also willing to accept their criticism for any shortcomings, and there will definitely be things that are not good."

"Therefore, the personnel relationships within the department will remain as they are, and there will be no changes whatsoever." Han Yuanxiao stated this to everyone in a calm tone, demonstrating his remarkable shrewdness.

Han Yuanxiao meant that although he was a new official, he was definitely not going to make a big splash.

The position of acting director was assigned by higher-ups. Once I got to this position, I had no choice but to take it.

However, our three groups still do not interfere with each other.

Han Yuanxiao didn't dare to start a fire either. One was the former director, and the other was the former director before him. How could he dare to start a fire? Would he take such drastic measures as soon as he became the acting director?

This is quite unrealistic.

Professor Dong smiled first, keeping a low profile: "Anyway, we all follow the director's lead. I'll do whatever the director says."

Professor Dong Yaohui is already 62 years old. He has at most three years left before he retires from his position in the department. After that, he can only be rehired through outpatient services.

There's no other way. As people get older, they can't rely on their strength and physique anymore. As they get older, they can no longer perform routine surgeries. Retiring to the second line is an inevitable choice.

Professor Deng also said, "I'll follow the director's instructions."

Han Yuanxiao then said, "Brother Yong, don't get angry with me. I didn't mean it."

His face was full of bitterness.

Deng Yong smiled casually.

"It's a good thing that the director is younger. I believe you're more determined and steady, and your future development will be even better. Let's not talk about anything else; Director Han, your ability is absolutely beyond question." Deng Yong stood up first.

Today, he is still the ward director, so he can set an example, but tomorrow, he will have to step down.

This is a way of showing respect for the position of acting director. If you don't respect this position, then even if you have another chance to go up in the future, others can do what you are doing now.

Deng Yong is still young, not yet fifty years old, and in his prime.

Han Yuanxiao was only forty-two years old, much younger than Deng Yong.

Fang Ziye hesitated for a moment, then reached into a corner and asked Yuan Weihong if it was appropriate for him to leave. After Yuan Weihong nodded, Fang Ziye secretly slipped away, dispersed the crowd, went to the lounge to put down his white coat, checked his backpack, and then went to the print shop.

(End of this chapter)