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Chapter 120 Sending Manpower (Please Subscribe)
Qian Qiaofeng is a professional doctoral student in the second year of Associate Professor Hong Zili's doctoral program. Associate Professor Hong Zili's work focus was on scientific research in his early years, but in recent years his work focus has been on clinical practice. Therefore, Qian Qiaofeng has more contact time with Associate Professor Hong Zili than the other academic doctoral students.

Furthermore, Associate Professor Hong Zili's instruction for Qian Qiaofeng to remain on standby while he looked for a job represented a form of appreciation and recognition. Given Associate Professor Hong Zili's academic achievements, in this era that increasingly values ​​scholarship, he is practically unparalleled at Zhongnan Hospital.

Therefore, if Associate Professor Hong Zili really wanted Qian Qiaofeng to stay at the hospital with him, no one would underestimate the power of a top-notch researcher who was only an associate professor.

"Master, you have such a high opinion of Fang Ziye?"

"I've rarely seen you praise someone like this before." As Qian Qiaofeng carefully served tea to Associate Professor Hong Zili, he took out his cigarette case and offered one to Associate Professor Hong Zili with both hands.

The good relationship between the master and apprentice was mainly due to Qian Qiaofeng's strong abilities and aptitude, and also because they were smoking buddies.

Hong Zili offered Qian Qiaofeng his lighter to light his cigarette, saying, "You should smoke less. It's been so many years since you broke up. Smoking isn't a good thing."

Qian Qiaofeng just smiled politely at first, lit a cigarette for himself, then turned around and locked the office door to prevent Professor Deng Yong from barging in and causing trouble for his master and himself.

As Qian Qiaofeng turned to walk back, Hong Zili said, "Your master rarely praises people because there are very few people worthy of praise. It doesn't mean your master can't. When your master needed to flatter people, you were still in elementary school."

"Fang Ziye's current experimental operation level is above the standard you imagine."

Hong Zili took an ashtray out of the cabinet at the bottom right of his desk and pushed it to the middle.

Qian Qiaofeng sat down on the small round steel stool with one side of his bottom, nodded in agreement, and then joked, "Master, Ziye's skill level can't be higher than Yan Yu's, right?"

According to Associate Professor Hong Zili, Yan Yu is the student with the best basic experimental skills he has seen in recent years at Zhongnan Hospital, without exception.

It's a pity she has already chosen internal medicine and is studying under a professor in the Department of Rheumatology and Immunology. Otherwise, Hong Zili would very much like to have this Yan Yu come to his laboratory after graduation. He would even give up his current position as deputy director of the laboratory.

"Why not?" Hong Zili retorted to Qian Qiaofeng.

Qian Qiaofeng's joking expression gradually stiffened.

Clearly, his teacher's words were completely unexpected. He had only brought up his classmate to calm himself down.

The more experience a person has, the more composed they will be when encountering events and meeting people.

"Master, didn't you say that my classmate's skill level is about the same as yours?" Qian Qiaofeng was a little confused, so much so that he put out the cigarette after only taking two puffs and sat up straight.

My emotions could no longer remain calm; ripples slowly began to appear.

Qian Qiaofeng had always known that Associate Professor Hong Zili was being wasted on sharing a laboratory with Professor Deng Yong. Given Associate Professor Hong Zili's current academic achievements, it would have been perfectly reasonable for the hospital to assign him a separate laboratory.

Even if resources are insufficient, in the academic field and in the laboratory, according to the division of abilities, Professor Deng Yong should listen to Associate Professor Hong Zili, even if it is only on the surface.

After all, the students in Professor Deng Yong's group were mostly only children who grew up independently, taking advantage of experimental learning opportunities here and there, without any systematic approach.

However, Hong Zili was different. From the very beginning, Hong Zili led a group of students, and while the students mentored each other, he would also regularly visit the laboratory and hold regular group meetings.

Group meetings are meetings for discussing and reporting on the progress and direction of experiments within the group.

Professor Deng Yong would occasionally convene such group meetings, but he did nothing more than listen; most of the time, Associate Professors Yuan Weihong and Xie Jinyuan would take his place.

However, compared to their master, their skill level is not far behind, but they still need to work hard for at least four or five years to reach the same level as their master, and even then, there is no guarantee.

"So that's why you couldn't notice?" Hong Zili took a deep breath.

As he spoke, Hong Zili added, "The proficiency and skill level of basic experimental operations not only affect the success rate of experiments, but also the depth of basic experiments that can be performed. Currently, our laboratory is conducting routine and common cell experiments."

"However, there are some uncommon and unconventional steps that you can only see in the literature. If you try to repeat them without proper guidance, it is absolutely impossible for beginners."

"Furthermore, with increased proficiency, one can even create some original experimental procedures."

"Qiao Feng, we cannot be stingy with our possessions, nor can we seek fame and fortune. When we meet good classmates or colleagues, we must be generous, learn what we should learn, and help those who need help."

"So my suggestion is that you can bring a few junior brothers, such as Qin Hang and Zhao Yanlin, and sneak in first. Really, doing this will bring you no shortage of benefits."

Associate Professor Hong Zili, since becoming a master's supervisor at the age of 32, has rarely engaged in pure laboratory operations, but instead guides students and helps them grow.

Hong Zili has reflected on this point many times, wondering whether doing so is good or bad.

Ultimately, Hong Zili still didn't take that step, which resulted in his proficiency in basic experimental operations not only failing to improve but actually regressing.

However, although he did not personally operate it, as his accumulation and reading volume gradually increased, and because Hong Zili had a good research foundation and accumulation, the burden on the department and hospital became heavier and heavier, so he could no longer care about this matter.

Now, Hong Zili has taken on the responsibility of being the head of research in the entire thoracic surgery department, meaning he can oversee almost all aspects of the surgery.

Even within the hospital's overall research forum, Associate Professor Hong Zili's current position is already at a very high level. Above him are basically just a few professors in name only, whose understanding of basic research is not as deep as Hong Zili's.

Clinical work, outpatient services, leading clinical teams, promotions, obtaining the Young Thousand Talents Program, and preparing for the National Science Fund for Distinguished Young Scholars all consumed a significant amount of Hong Zili's energy and resources.

Naturally, the application for research projects and the need to communicate with academic circles in China and even academic forums around the world further reduce the time that Hong Zili can spare.

“Master, we will definitely carry out your instructions. However, before that, we should prioritize our own scientific research tasks. We are all adults and should be responsible for our actions.”

"How about this, I'll see if I can invite a few doctoral representatives from Professor Deng's group next time, along with Ziye and Tingzhu, to participate in our group's internal discussion meeting..." Qian Qiaofeng knew that his senior brother was now considering whether to stay at Associate Professor Hong Zili's postdoctoral research station or go to another postdoctoral research station.

Unable to spare the time, he had to take on many tasks assigned by his mentor's group, including but not limited to supervising the progress of his junior brothers' experimental tasks and teaching duties.

You should learn both, because you'll need them when you start working.

"Okay!~"

"However, you'll be going abroad next month, so you'll be very busy. But once you come back, you'll realize just how precious and incredible Fang Ziye's current level of basic experimental skills is."

“A distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. Professor Deng Yong’s personal charm is not as fragmented as you see on the surface.” Hong Zili said this for a while, then pondered for a moment, waved his hand, and let Qian Qiaofeng go out to do his own thing.

……

Inside the control room.

While the cells were still reacting in the ice bath, Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu each took off their gloves, pressed the timer, and left the control room.

Luo Tingzhu seemed reluctant to waste the gloves she had just bought. She put the gloves together, twisted them with her left hand, and quietly said goodbye to them with her right hand before throwing them into the trash can.

As they were leaving, Luo Tingzhu said, "Senior brother, I don't know how long Professor Hong Zili was watching you, but I could tell that he really admires you."

Fang Ziye thought for a moment before asking, "Tingzhu, do you have a general idea of ​​what level Professor Hong Zili's research is at in our hospital?"

Fang Ziye knew that Luo Tingzhu knew more about this than he did.

Fang Ziye came to Zhongnan Hospital midway through his studies, but Luo Tingzhu was a native of Wuhan and had been studying at Wuhan University since she enrolled. Their accumulated knowledge was different.

"If we're talking about the sheer depth of basic research, Professor Hong is absolutely top-notch. He became a master's supervisor at the age of 31, a doctoral supervisor at 34 and started supervising doctoral students, and established a postdoctoral research station at 36, although he hasn't recruited any suitable people for the station yet."

“But I think this year’s senior, Duan, might choose to stay at the station for another two years before he officially looks for a job or stays at the hospital.” Fang Ziye was stunned and lost in thought upon hearing this.

His teacher, Yuan Weihong, was already a leader in the field of orthopedic research, but compared with Hong Zili, his teacher's resume seemed somewhat inferior.

A 34-year-old doctoral supervisor who also mentors doctoral students has accumulated so much research experience that he can be shameless.

His mentor expects that he will officially start supervising his first doctoral student around the age of thirty-seven.

While Associate Professor Hong Zili's resume cannot compare to that of someone as "super-abnormal" as Liu Huanglong, it is still among the best at Zhongnan Hospital and even in the entire Hubei Province.

"That's great, that's why Professor Hong's group doesn't lack research funding! The only worry is not having enough money to spend, and they have to spend time balancing the funding for each project. Sigh!" Fang Ziye sighed.

He asked this not because he wanted to switch sects, but to imagine how much accumulation would be needed for a small sect like Yuan Weihong's, or for a master like Professor Deng Yong, to reach the level of funding that Associate Professor Hong Zili's sect had.

However, it is clear that Fang Ziye is still a bit too ambitious.

"It's alright, senior brother, there's always a chance."

"Professor Hong has a solid foundation, and the students he mentors are all very capable. Professor Hong himself had a seamless transition from master's to doctoral studies, and both Senior Brother Duan and Senior Brother Qian Qiaofeng were mentored by Professor Hong Zili himself!"

“I think we can do it too.” Luo Tingzhu encouraged herself and walked side by side with Fang Ziye to the laboratory office hall outside the control room.

But Luo Tingzhu didn't rush to sit in her seat. Instead, she passed by her own seat, picked up her computer, and moved it, along with the Bluetooth mouse and charger, to Fang Ziye's side.

After sitting down with her feet together, Luo Tingzhu said, "Senior brother, could you help me revise this paper? I originally planned to have junior brother Lan Tianlu review the first draft, since he has more experience in writing biometrics than I do."

"But I think it's better to make fewer basic mistakes."

Luo Tingzhu is a very studious person, and she is also very good at learning and seeking advice. She will lay the groundwork for everything she can in the early stages.

This was intended to reduce the burden on the other party and their opportunities to take advantage of the situation, but even so, there were still some people who wanted to take advantage of the situation and shamelessly persisted.

"Okay, sure! You can leave it here or copy it to me on a USB drive. I need to organize my thoughts for a while." Fang Ziye didn't rush to agree immediately.

Because Fang Ziye is currently conducting a variety of experiments and working on multiple experimental groups, he must clearly list out the progress of each group, the subsequent experimental routes, materials, reagents, etc., in order to ensure that everything goes smoothly.

Regularly reviewing past work and proactively advancing one's thinking in experimental steps is what a relatively mature researcher should do.

Luo Tingzhu naturally didn't press the matter. She brought the computer over, not because she was worried about Fang Ziye or afraid that he would steal her work, but because she wanted to do all the preliminary preparations. She even reviewed her own paper.

The notes indicate which items might be problematic and should be carefully reviewed by Fang Ziye, which items should be absolutely fine and can be skipped, and which items are less certain and require close examination.

Luo Tingzhu had a thorough preparation in mind for both careful observation and focused attention.

Fang Ziye opened his backpack and took out four huge notebooks, each with A4 pages and some rather complicated circuit diagrams, summaries, general outlines, detailed outlines, and sub-outlines.

Luo Tingzhu had only glanced at it casually, but once she finished reading, she couldn't take her eyes off it.

"Senior brother, may I take a picture?" Luo Tingzhu stood with her feet together, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"No need, no need. I've already compiled these into electronic files. I'll make a copy for you later. I'm keeping these to give to Jie Han and Lan Tianluo."

"Here you go first. Print it out for them later, don't send it by mail."

“We don’t understand either, so sending it directly like this isn’t appropriate,” Fang Ziye said with a smile as he turned his head.

Having walked through thorns all by myself, I hope my fellow students will not repeat my mistakes.

If there are no legacy left by my senior brothers to inherit, then I will serve as a role model for my junior brothers and pass on some of the wealth I have accumulated to them.

This is the correct path for a sect to advance.

Luo Tingzhu handed over her very cute USB drive, the outer packaging of which was also light green.

However, Fang Ziye didn't pay attention to these details and copied these things onto Luo Tingzhu's USB drive.

Just as Fang Ziye was about to eject the USB drive, Luo Tingzhu said somewhat embarrassedly, "Senior brother, why don't you copy the folder containing that article to your computer? It might be useful."

"This is a collection of all literature on osteosarcoma, Ewing sarcoma, and giant cell tumor of bone from the last ten years, including meta-analyses and reviews, which I obtained from a senior student using Python web scraping."

"I was originally planning to share this with you after a while..."

"Huh? There are such good things?" Fang Ziye opened it curiously.

It was discovered that Luo Tingzhu had organized these documents very well.

First, the folder containing the reference papers contains three subfolders, which represent the three major oncology departments.

Then, under each oncology department, there are several subfolders, namely reviews, meta-analyses, chemotherapy regimens, and basic research.

Below the overview, there are some smaller categories. In fact, Luo Tingzhu even marked and modified the article titles herself.

Fang Ziye glanced at him slightly: "How long have you been preparing for all this?"

"It won't be long, senior brother. I'll go check the experimental plan first." After seeing that Fang Ziye's copying work was complete, Luo Tingzhu pointed to the USB flash drive icon, indicating that Fang Ziye should unplug it quickly.

She needs to hide for a while.

Luo Tingzhu started preparing in December and continued until around January 20th, which was the time of Fang Ziye's defense. After Luo Tingzhu finished preparing, she asked her junior brother Jie Han when Fang Ziye's birthday was.

Jie Han replied with December 18th, which was the 18th of last month. At that time, Luo Tingzhu was a little confused. If she had known it would be like this, she probably would have changed the gift and would not have prepared such a special gift.

"Okay, sure!"

"Give."

"Tingzhu, you also need to take care of yourself, you know? Staying up too late is bad for your health." Fang Ziye added a sentence that Yuan Weihong had told him earlier.

Fang Ziye pointed to his face and said, "Look, all of this is the result of years of hard work."

Luo Tingzhu nodded gently, then quickly carried her computer back to her seat. She looked at the mind maps and lists that Fang Ziye had made with Mubu and Word with great care, feeling that Fang Ziye was actually very, very, very hardworking.

However, just as Luo Tingzhu glanced in Fang Ziye's direction again, she discovered that Fang Ziye had been led away by Qian Qiaofeng, a senior student of Associate Professor Hong Zili.

Luo Tingzhu was slightly disappointed, but immediately felt relieved.

She tiptoed to Fang Ziye's computer, deleted a sub-document from a subfolder she had copied, and also permanently deleted it from the trash can before finally letting out a slight sigh of relief.

She glanced around a few times and, finding no one had noticed her little antics, stood up and swaggered to her seat, intently waiting for the timer to chime and reading Fang Ziye's experimental notes.

(End of this chapter)