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Chapter 106 Xie Xin's True Identity (Second Update, Please Subscribe)
At 9:20 a.m., Fang Ziye experienced firsthand what it meant to be a "big shot" and what it meant to be a "grandson".

When Fang Ziye went to the print shop, the owner was very polite. He had Fang Ziye sign the papers and then checked the notes. He found that the recent print jobs all had Fang Ziye's signature.

Handwriting is very difficult to imitate.

He handed Fang Ziye several papers and said, "Professor Fang, I specially created a file for your materials. Whenever you send them over, I will create a file for you."

The boss was very polite and did not look down on Fang Ziye because he was only a master's student.

Many of our medical students have gone on to become doctors and then senior staff members in hospitals. He doesn't underestimate any of them; he sees them all as potential talents.

It is precisely because of his reliability that he has worked in medical school for more than 20 years and has now built a team for a printing shop.

He naturally earned a lot, because running a printing shop inside the medical school meant he received subsidies from the school. In addition, he was reliable, and he categorized and organized almost all the documents sent to him by his superiors in the college.

For example, Fang Ziye's documents were placed in subfolders under the folders for Surgery, Orthopedics, Trauma Surgery, and Yuan Weihong.

However, Fang Ziye encountered some difficulties in the spinal surgery department, though it wasn't that he was being submissive.

Instead, there was a hospital-wide consultation, and Professor Zhang happened to be there. This hospital-wide consultation was very important, and it was necessary for the department director and the ward director to attend; they might not even be qualified.

The teaching secretary hasn't come to work yet, but fortunately, Fang Ziye found a graduate student in spinal surgery in the same year. The student agreed to send a message to his teacher to ask if he could access Fang Ziye and his senior classmate Sun Shaoqing's papers and submit them on their behalf.

There was precedent for this, so the hospital set a rule that papers submitted for review must be delivered to the person in question.

Previously, an unlucky senior female student in the internal medicine department, for convenience, sent her thesis to the on-call doctor in the department. That on-call doctor was a student of the professor presiding over the defense committee. In most cases, sending it like that would be acceptable.

But just before the defense, the professor on the defense committee asked the internal medicine professor from Zhongnan Hospital why a paper was missing.

As it turned out, the doctor on duty completely forgot about it, leaving his graduation thesis locked in a cabinet for a whole month.

Ultimately, we had to postpone our dissertation defense!

Therefore, even if the thesis is to be delivered to a student or research assistant, the student must be able to contact the student and obtain the consent and knowledge of the professors on the dissertation defense committee before it can be safely handed over.

You should naturally take your own graduation seriously. If someone else makes a mistake, do you want to cause trouble for them or graduate first?
"Brother Ye, the hospital-wide consultation this morning is probably going to take a while, so you'll have to wait a bit. How about this?"

"Leave your paper with me for now, and I'll bring it back tomorrow. You can go to other places first."

"You can rest assured if you're looking for me?" Gong Wei, a third-year master's student in spinal surgery, patted his chest and gave his assurance.

"With Brother Dawei involved, how can we not feel at ease?"

"Thanks, Brother Wei!" Fang Ziye used the word "wei" twice in his two sentences. He was joking around with his peers, and he didn't feel any pressure at all.

"How could I dare disobey Dr. Fang's personal instructions? Right? He might even become my teacher in the future." Gong Wei said with a smile, then glanced at the time: "I have to go to the training room now, Brother Ye. Let's have a drink together sometime later."

Fang Ziye's grades were so-so, but he was a decent person. He didn't have particularly deep friendships, but among his classmates, as long as you weren't an idiot, no one would be mean to you. They would reciprocate, and you could always get something in return.

After all, the resources of master's and doctoral students are like unlimited potential stocks.

Now they may be just young lads, but in ten or twenty years, when Fang Ziye's generation has grown up, there will be plenty of academicians, senior professors, and at least a number of prominent figures in Central China!
Fang Ziye didn't exchange pleasantries with Gong Wei. He had brought a small gift for Professor Zhang, but it wasn't convenient for him to pass it on. So he said, "Brother Wei, let's talk next time. I'll treat you to dinner."

Fang Ziye stepped down immediately, and then, without delay, went to the Provincial People's Hospital.

When Fang Ziye sent him the message, the professor at the Provincial People's Hospital was in the outpatient clinic, so he told Fang Ziye to just deliver it to the clinic.

This is the most comfortable place, not the operating room or some other messy place.

At the clinic entrance, Fang Ziye was simply questioned as someone trying to cut in line, but once he pulled out the cover of his thesis, which was printed with the name of Han City University, he was allowed to proceed without any hindrance.

"If you're a student, a graduate student, not someone who cuts in line, find a teacher. We'll leave right away."

Fang Ziye waited at the door for three minutes, then went in while the previous patient was coming out. After properly handing over the papers, Fang Ziye said, "Thank you for your hard work, Professor Du. These are my and my senior's papers. Please feel free to make corrections."

As Fang Ziye spoke, he pulled out a gift box of fountain pens that wasn't very expensive, costing around two hundred yuan.

Giving an academic a fountain pen is a sign of respect, not an extra bribe.

The logo of a domestically produced hero was engraved on the outside. Professor Du just smiled slightly and didn't say anything more.

After quickly flipping through it, he nodded: "I'll take another look when I have time. You can send me another electronic copy to my email address. If there are any parts that need to be modified in advance, I'll send them to you."

Fang Ziye thanked him profusely and quickly pulled out a small notebook from his pocket to write down Professor Du's contact email address.

This is not surprising. Generally, a decent professor would never hold someone back on their graduation thesis. Instead, they would know something about you in advance. Of course, if it is a really outrageous mistake, they would not take the responsibility themselves.

Two minutes later, Fang Ziye left, gently closing the door behind him.

After leaving the outpatient clinic, I thought about it for a moment and decided to take a taxi, which would be faster...

Around 11:20, Fang Ziye emerged from the operating room of Union Hospital affiliated with Huazhong University of Science and Technology, wearing a green surgical gown. He then changed into his casual clothes in the changing room.

He politely used the key to the locker in the changing room to get his student ID back, and thanked the professor, saying, "Thank you, teacher. I've found the professor, submitted my paper, and will be leaving soon."

No outsiders are allowed in the operating room, especially those from outside the hospital; this is an ironclad rule.

But there are always exceptions. What if someone like Fang Ziye comes to submit a paper, or a graduate student from another university comes to find a doctoral supervisor in advance? Do you wait indefinitely, or do you make an exception?
Generally speaking, as long as you can produce your student ID and some professional documents such as your thesis, they won't make things difficult for you, unless the gatekeeper is particularly cunning and insists on keeping up with you, in which case you'll have to find another way.

Fortunately, such a thing did not happen. There was no animosity between the universities in Han City. Most adults had a special kind of "favoritism" towards students. They would not help them, but they would never make things difficult for a student. Even if a student was a doctoral student, in the eyes of adults, he was still a student.

After leaving the hospital, Fang Ziye casually bought a roasted sweet potato and a bottle of water, then took a ride-hailing service directly to Hanshi Station.

The last stop was a professor of orthopedics at Xiangya Third Hospital of Central South University, which was the furthest and the most difficult to deliver.

Fang Ziye didn't know when he would leave or when he would arrive on time. If the professor was unavailable when he arrived at the Third Hospital today, Fang Ziye might have to wait until Monday.

But that's all one can do when asking for help.

Aside from the constant travel, it wasn't too tiring.

At 2:59 p.m., Fang Ziye arrived at Xiangya Third Hospital of Central South University again, which is next to Xiangya Medical College, where Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu had visited before.

I squeezed into the elevator, explained the situation at the department entrance, and after entering the department, Professor Wu didn't give a clear answer, probably because he was busy.

Even if he was busy, he had to wait, and Fang Ziye didn't go into the doctor's office to wait.

The professor is a full professor, so asking the on-duty doctor won't help. Even if someone is looking for Professor Deng at Zhongnan Hospital, Fang Ziye can only answer that he doesn't know.

The professor has always been elusive, appearing only briefly and rarely.

Three o'clock, four o'clock, all the way to five o'clock.

Fang Ziye didn't receive a reply from Professor Wu, but he was really hungry.

Fang Ziye then went to the doctor's office, explained the situation, and left his phone number: "Brother, thank you. Please let me know if Professor Wu returns to the department." "Okay, senior." The doctor on duty was a second-year master's student, and that was all he could do.

Fang Ziye then went to the opposite side of the hospital and had a quick meal at KFC.

While waiting for a reply, Fang Ziye's phone ran out of battery. Smartphones these days just don't last long, so Fang Ziye had to rent a power bank.

Then he replied to his teacher, Yuan Weihong: "Master, Professor Wu is still busy, and I haven't been able to contact him yet. I guess he won't be going back to Han City today."

"If Professor Wu hasn't replied by 7 o'clock, I'll have to book a hotel."

"Okay! No rush." ​​Yuan Weihong had no choice.

Such a trivial matter is not something Professor Deng Yong should need to directly contact Professor Wu across provinces and departments; Fang Ziye should just wait.

However, at this moment, Fang Ziye received a message from the second-year master's student who was on duty.

"Senior, our department's research director is here. Professor Xie is a research assistant in Professor Wu's group. You might be able to submit your paper to her."

"Ah, okay." Fang Ziye felt as if he had been granted a pardon.

Although we didn't get to meet Professor Wu in person, if we could have met his research assistant, we might have been able to get some accurate information about his itinerary.

Fang Ziye didn't even want the fries he hadn't finished. He grabbed his backpack, put on a mask, and headed straight back to the hospital.

When Fang Ziye returned to the trauma surgery department and saw the teacher who had been left behind by his junior colleague on duty, he was stunned for a moment.

Isn't this Senior Sister Xie who swapped cells with Luo Tingzhu before?
But judging from the way the graduate student was introducing himself, Fang Ziye felt that the other party was definitely not a medical student: "Professor Xie, this senior brother said that he is an orthopedic senior brother from Zhongnan Hospital of Wuhan University. He came to deliver his dissertation to Professor Wu."

Xie Xin glanced at Fang Ziye, thought for a moment, and then reached out and said, "Professor Wu does have a defense scheduled for next month at Zhongnan Hospital of Wuhan University. Give me your thesis, and I will pass it on to Professor Wu."

Xie Xin didn't recognize Fang Ziye at all. The person Xie Xin traded with last time was Luo Tingzhu.

However, it seems that Xie Xin has once again deceived Luo Tingzhu about her identity.

He didn't lie about the key elements; he simply changed his identity.

It doesn't matter; online friendships are often half genuine and half fake.

Fang Ziye had no choice but to comply, saying, "Okay, Professor Xie. How can I contact you? I might need to call back to confirm that the paper has reached Professor Wu. If it's lost, I can come back to get a replacement copy."

Xie Xin thought for a moment after hearing this and said, "Add me on WeChat, then you can contact me directly."

"You should have contacted us a day in advance. Although it's Friday, Professor Wu is out in a prefecture-level city for a consultation and surgery, so he's not available right now."

"Professor Xie, the main problem is that I can't confirm a specific time or schedule. Naturally, I don't want to keep Professor Wu waiting, so I'll just go with Professor Wu's schedule," Fang Ziye explained, skillfully scanning Xie Xin's WeChat QR code and adding his own name to the contact.

But when Fang Ziye sent those three words, Xie Xin couldn't help but turn around and look at Fang Ziye carefully for a while, her face showing a bit of contemplation.

"Come with me for a moment." Xie Xin picked up Fang Ziye and Sun Shaoqing's papers, walked out of the office, and headed to the director's office next door.

As a guest, Fang Ziye, unsure of Xie Xin's intentions, asked, "Teacher Xie."

Xie Xin said, "You're the senior who came to Shashi with that Xiao Luo last time, right? I remember your name is Fang Ziye, but you were wearing a mask that time, so I didn't pay much attention to you."

"Was that your first time trading cells with someone? Why did you use your real identities for everything?"

"Is there something wrong?" Fang Ziye asked.

Xie Xin put down Fang Ziye and Sun Shaoqing's papers and then said, "Using your real identity is risky. What if I'm someone from a laboratory or institution, and I've taken on private work, and then I threaten you? What will you do then?"

"Is that so?" Fang Ziye asked, slightly puzzled.

Fang Ziye's own cell lines were purchased openly and legitimately, so it doesn't matter; the invoices are still available.

Fang Ziye had never heard of the situation Xie Xin described.

"Never mind, these things should have been taught to you by your teachers. However, it's possible that your mentors didn't have such experiences back then and were only doing basic cell experiments. If you need to change cells, you still need to pay attention to information protection."

"Thank you, Professor Xie. Then please pass on my message to Professor Wu." Seeing that Xie Xin was unwilling to say more, Fang Ziye did not press the matter further.

Being wary of strangers isn't necessarily a bad thing, since you can't see into someone's heart, especially a stranger.

Xie Xin nodded, then thought for a moment before saying, "By the way, the cell line you took last time cannot be used for basic cell experiments right now, because we haven't developed the cell line and registered it with the cell line bank in China."

"If they really investigate, this isn't material, so let's not waste it. But we might still be able to use it in the future."

"If your team is interested in conducting experiments with this cell line, you can use it directly," Xie Xin suggested after a slight hesitation.

"Okay, thank you, Teacher Xie." Fang Ziye didn't hide anything; he had indeed frozen his data.

However, even a new cell line can benefit one's knowledge points. Fang Ziye has not yet operated on it.

Knowledge gains are one thing, but the money from research funding should still be used in relatively formal ways.

Wasteful spending is extremely shameful. One should not be too selfish and use money for useless work, which only benefits oneself.

To put it bluntly, this money doesn't just belong to me alone, but also to my small team.

Fang Ziye wouldn't harm his fellow students and teachers because they are all so kind.

After leaving the director's office, Fang Ziye curiously asked the junior colleague on duty about Teacher Xie Xin's identity, which made sense.

Fang Ziye was entrusting his and his doctoral senior's dissertations to the other party, so how could he feel at ease if he didn't inquire about them at all?
According to this junior colleague's description, Xie Xin is truly impressive. He is currently a full-time employee of the Department of Oncology at the Third Hospital, but works at Professor Wu's postdoctoral research station in the Department of Trauma Surgery.

She is the niece of Professor Xie, the chief of spinal surgery at Xiangya Third Hospital of Central South University, and the daughter of Professor Xie, a renowned professor of cardiology at Xiangya Hospital of Central South University. She is also very capable herself.

The eight-year clinical medicine program at Central South University basically didn't rely on their uncles or fathers for support; they relied entirely on their mentors at Central South Hospital and the Third Affiliated Hospital. As a result, they have a wealth of academic achievements and knowledge.

You know, getting young mentors to work for you isn't easy. If you don't have enough ability, even if your father intervenes, the young people might still disagree. You only have a pittance to offer, why would you want to squander it?
On the contrary, articles that come from working within the team of senior professors are completely different.

With this identity, Fang Ziye felt even more at ease.

This is someone who truly does research, so they are generally meticulous and unlikely to be careless. However, Fang Ziye couldn't find the answer to why she wanted to exchange those two common osteosarcoma cells with Luo Tingzhu.

Looking around, it was completely dark, and it was 7:49 PM. Since he could still make it back, Fang Ziye set off on his return journey.

Around midnight, when Fang Ziye returned to his rented room, he didn't even want to take a shower. He just brushed his teeth, took off his shoes, got into bed, and fell asleep without even washing his feet.

Naturally, this meant he missed out on the knowledge points he could gain from the photos Luo Tingzhu sent him.

(End of this chapter)