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Chapter 126 A Gift from Uncle Fang (Please Subscribe)

Just over ten minutes later, Fang Ziye was slapped hard on the back of the head.

"Master, why did you hit me?" Fang Ziye was completely bewildered. "I explained everything clearly, and I even grouped the experimental results photos for you in a very clear and distinct way. Why did I get hit so hard?"

It's really damn heavy.

Yuan Weihong sat down in the guest seat of the study. After realizing what had happened, he knew he had been too excited and had acted too violently.

Yuan Weihong turned his receding hairline around, patted the back of his head, and said, "How about you take your turn?"

Fang Ziye: "..."

What kind of teacher are you? Did you demonstrate how to betray your master and ancestors on the spot?
Fang Ziye naturally did not do as instructed.

"You think this is something that can be made for 300,000?" Yuan Weihong was shocked when he turned back. Even in his own home, he still lowered his voice sharply.

Yuan Weihong felt a chill run down his spine. He had originally thought that Fang Ziye could accumulate a dozen or so workloads before reaching his limit.

Because the workload and the fixed cost are so limited, if Fang Ziye can take 300,000 yuan and produce 15 workloads, which is slightly better than the journal he published last time, that would still be excellent.

Good heavens, Fang Ziye's USB drive contains at least fifty projects' worth of content so far. If the animal experiments are added later, it will be at least seventy or eighty projects.

Fang Ziye's current work involves a large loop—

If all the circular relationships between metformin, giant cell tumor of bone, HK2, and mRNA are fully understood, then the workload will soar to around 10. With that kind of workload, publishing a paper with an impact factor of 7 or 8 would be a relatively safe bet.

This is also Yuan Weihong's greatest expectation for Fang Ziye. After all, after going deeper and deeper, it is necessary to prove the corresponding results in a circular manner, which requires a lot of time and work.

If we delve even deeper, or even just a little further, and explore all the circular pathways from bioinformatics analysis to molecular biology, to cells, and then to miRNA, and if there are real-world drugs available as research subjects, the workload would surge to around 40. With all that work piled up, publishing a basic research paper with an impact factor of 40 or higher would certainly be more than enough.

However, the problem is that Fang Ziye's current basic experimental plans are not limited to these.

Yuan Weihong knew that the relevant data from the bioinformatics analysis was extracted by Lan Tianluo or Jie Han at Fang Ziye's request.

But what about the things that follow?

Is this something that can be made for 300,000?

With nearly fifty pieces of work, even at the very least, it's more than enough to publish in a sub-journal of a major journal, such as JAMA Oncology, Cancer Discovery, Nature Cancer, or Journal of Thoracic Oncology...

After that, Yuan Weihong basically stopped considering or even thinking about journals with scores below 20.

"Master, didn't the hospital also give money? We can just write down the sponsorship number later." Fang Ziye covered his head and touched it innocently.

Master, I know you were shocked and thought of it, but I never imagined you would actually hit someone.

"How did you disassemble it?" Yuan Weihong wondered to himself.

Generally speaking, it is extremely difficult to complete a task that costs 30,000 yuan, and it requires a very high success rate. Fang Ziye is quite skilled at this and has a higher success rate.

But it shouldn't be this much higher, right?

If you split it into three parts, the money of 30, which is a normal cost of 90, can produce the content and reagents for thirty jobs at the highest cost. However, Fang Ziye has fifty jobs.

"It's about slowly dismantling things, and occasionally taking advantage of other senior students."

“Master, this isn’t important, is it? Do you think that with so much work accumulating into one article, it’s possible to expect an article with a score of over 20?” Fang Ziye licked his lips and turned around to ask.

Yuan Weihong fell silent.

After flipping through hundreds of experimental results for a full minute, he said rather conservatively, "It depends on how you publish it. If you wait until the animal experiments are completed before publishing, it should be able to get a 30-minute article in a special oncology journal."

"If we were to publish them in installments now, publishing two or three articles with a score of around 15 would be sufficient."

"But you should know that an essay scoring around 30 points is more persuasive than five or six essays scoring 15 points, right?"

Fang Ziye nodded; he was no longer the naive newcomer he once was.

“Master, that’s what I think too.”

"Generally speaking, in China at present, unless it is a sub-team of a large team that invests money to use relatively high-precision technology to calculate pathways, there are very few teams that can publish such high-impact papers simply through basic operational experiments."

"Actually, if you give this data to top researchers, it might get around 40 points, since they have a lot of prior research to back it up..."

"If we can finish the animal experiments before April, wouldn't our team's previous work be considered particularly fruitful?" Fang Ziye was very happy and did not restrain his emotions.

What are you collecting? Just a thread.

Yuan Weihong was so shocked that he hit someone. He was still pretending to be humble. Wasn't that hypocritical to the point of being as hypocritical as his mother?

"Hi!~"

"Huh!~"

"Hi!~"

Yuan Weihong took several deep breaths calmly before saying, "There is hope, but before that, we must get some money from the hospital, otherwise..."

"Everyone understands that you can't cook without rice. Our data is not supported by money, and others are very likely to think that we are faking it."

"Moreover, the timeline for this project must be dated back to last year and the year before."

"We can aim for Nature Cancer with an impact factor of around 22, and try for JAMA Oncology or Cancer Discovery, which are both around 28 points."

"Ziye!~" Yuan Weihong rubbed Fang Ziye's head again.

It seemed that only in this way could he vent his inner excitement.

To talk about the demeanor of a teacher, or the teachings and example imparted by a teacher, to make such a grand statement, and to give so much work to the students, is no exaggeration to call him a "big shot" in the field of scientific research.

The workload I assigned to Fang Ziye was only fourteen or fifteen articles, which was due to my own excellent writing skills.

In less than a year, Fang Ziye made three times his original amount, and the previous article by Yuan Weihong was a genuine communication and extremely useful to him.

With such a rate of return, Yuan Weihong would say, I'd take on as many as possible.

"I fucking love you to death!" The usually composed Yuan Weihong almost danced with joy for a moment.

After rubbing Fang Ziye's hair, he stood up and paced back and forth in the study.

He muttered to himself, "With so much work to do, I'd be lucky if I didn't run into a monster."

"No, as long as we don't encounter enough abnormal individuals, that thing is a sure thing. In fact, this amount of material and work, supporting Professor Deng Yong's cross-level review of the Yangtze River, carries considerable weight."

"Ziye, wait a moment. I need to calm down and think carefully about how to make up for the shortfall."

"The cost of fifty workloads is still 1.2 million yuan short. If animal experiments are added, it will cost another million yuan. It seems that only Professor Deng Yong can get this money."

"No, we can transfer some of the work from Associate Professor Hong Zili's side. Would that count as a collaboration? I need to ask Professor Hong. This article will definitely be useful to him as well."

"Articles that transition to basic research, with their massive workload and pathway proofs, are highly persuasive and valuable, especially in professional research fields, as everyone knows."

"You play first, I really need to take a break..."

When Yuan Weihong returned home, he told his wife that Fang Ziye had come to see him today, probably to give him another high-level article worth about ten points.

His wife naturally didn't object, knowing that Yuan Weihong was at a crucial stage in his career and that if he wanted to climb higher, he needed to continuously build up his skills and experience.

However, Yuan Weihong really didn't expect that the gift Fang Ziye sent would be so big, and that it was very mature in many aspects.

At this moment, Yuan Weihong didn't even have time to consider that if this article were published ahead of schedule, it might invalidate his bid.

So what if it's invalid? Even without the 400,000 to 500,000 yuan from the general research project, the bonus the hospital would give me for publishing this article would probably exceed 500,000 yuan. Do you think I need your little bit of research funding?
However, when publishing an article, one needs to consider more comprehensive factors.

It's not just about verifying the authenticity of the results; other factors also need to be considered. Whether it's the Thousand Talents Program or the Outstanding Young Scientists Program that he'll be aiming for in the next few years, both are very impressive resumes. Yuan Weihong will definitely not miss such a good opportunity, so what he needs is to remain calm.

Fang Ziye watched Yuan Weihong leave, looking somewhat dazed, and only then did a slight warmth spread through his heart.

Master, thank you for opening the door to scientific research for me.

Fang Ziye knew that his master's judgment was very accurate.

Although Yuan Weihong took the lion's share of the article, for Fang Ziye himself, once the article was published, all he needed to do was send his resume to the personnel department of Zhongnan Hospital.

Add a voiceover—

"Did someone hit me?"

"Hey, did someone hit me?!"

"..."

This is not an exaggeration. Even at top universities like Seoul University, with its highly experienced team of professors and even academicians, it's not something that can be published in such a prestigious journal so easily.

The fact that this work came from a student demonstrates a research talent that every university dreams of.

Don't just look at the fact that Fang Ziye has only published one article; he's only just begun!
In the medical field, although Fang Ziye is 27 and at the peak of his maturity, he is still considered a child by most doctors, and even by doctoral students.

If a child is talented, then why is there no issue with employment?

Half an hour later, Fang Ziye's coffee delivery arrived, and he went out to greet it.

At this moment, Yuan Weihong was still sitting in the living room.

However, when Fang Ziye returned to the room with the coffee, he regained his composure and said, "Ziye, come and sit down. Don't laugh at your master."

Yuan Weihong's eyes were slightly red at this moment.

If he hadn't been so excited and overjoyed, he would never have broken the persona he had cultivated in Fang Ziye's heart for the past three years: cheerful and sunny, yet mature and steady.

Being cheerful represents a good mindset; being sunny represents a positive attitude; and being mature represents being thorough in one's work and having stable emotions.

But this time, Yuan Weihong broke all three things open.

Unfortunately, if it weren't for his mentor's departure, Yuan Weihong's achievements would be far greater than they are now. Not to mention comparing himself to Liu Huanglong, a well-known hand surgery professor in the province, Yuan Weihong felt that he had a chance to compete with Associate Professor Hong Zili, who was thirty-four or thirty-five years old.

but?
That's just a hypothetical.

With his mentor gone, many resources gradually dissipated. Although not as quickly as when the tree falls and the monkeys scatter, it was almost the same, leaving Yuan Weihong with virtually no resources to rely on.

Therefore, the hardships and setbacks Yuan Weihong has experienced to get to where he is today are unimaginable to outsiders.

Only his wife has ever seen his true self without all pretense. His parents have never seen him.

"Master, have some coffee to calm down."

"It was originally a good thing, a day when the two of us, master and disciple, could close the door and secretly laugh."

"Actually, I'm also very excited, after all, it's a fruitful result of our research group's hard work over the past period of time."

"Therefore, there is no such thing as a joke or not. I am very grateful to you, Master, for holding up that protective umbrella for me, allowing me to roam without any worries." Fang Ziye will never forget that outpatient visit last year.

Yuan Weihong, in an absolutely coercive tone, made Fang Ziye memorize the text on osteosarcoma perfectly, using his voice and intonation.

That was the second greatest redemption Fang Ziye had ever experienced since birth.

Fang Ziye considered the greatest thing to be the pain his mother endured during his birth.

Even more so than his own father, Yuan Weihong provided him with greater salvation, which shows how much Yuan Weihong helped Fang Ziye at that time.

Yuan Weihong accepted the coffee that Fang Ziye handed him without any hesitation.

She smiled gently, took a small sip, and continued, "No matter what, your achievements have not been in vain for your master's hard work and efforts on behalf of the three of you."

"No matter what, your master has to explain to you that your current workload is very useful to your teacher, so I must have your name listed as the corresponding author."

"Communication is possible, but one of them must be available."

Yuan Weihong slightly changed his tone, using a tone that was half commanding and half consultative.

"Master, isn't this just the way things should be?"

"What I mean is, Professor Deng could ask for a co-first authorship, since Professor Deng has also given us money, although we haven't received it yet."

"But regarding Professor Hong, I don't think he has to be on the list of first author and corresponding author in this project." Fang Ziye was also very grateful for Associate Professor Hong Zili's appreciation.

But let's be clear, all the experiments I'm currently conducting, whether funded by money or research grants, come from Yuan Weihong.

Naturally, Fang Ziye dared to use all the money from Yuan Weihong's previous research project without leaving any room for animal experiments because of Professor Deng Yong's guarantee and the hospital funding he had secured.

This kindness is something to remember.

"These kinds of things can be said behind closed doors, but they should never be said in the laboratory."

“We can discuss those separately. As for the funding, I’ll try to find a solution. Starting after the New Year, I’ll go to the animal lab with you and produce as many samples as we can. Let’s see if we can get them published around July. That would give me a boost.”

"There's no need to consider Professor Deng's assistance; he has several more years to accumulate experience..."

"Also, your master hasn't been running around in vain lately. I've found a few undergraduate junior brothers for you, all of whom are very talented. I plan to have them come and help you during your doctoral studies when the time is right."

"But for now, it seems that this topic is no longer needed."

"Your master's achievements are limited at the moment, and there aren't enough people in the sect for you to use. But I'm trying to find a way. Also, only when I get promoted to associate senior as soon as possible will our team gradually become more stable, and then we'll have more of our own people."

"Without having to borrow from outside..." Yuan Weihong was under a lot of pressure.

Because these things weren't originally Yuan Weihong's concern. If Professor Chu were still alive, Yuan Weihong would already be a small business owner similar to Professor Hong, and wouldn't need to build his business from scratch.
"Let's go, let's go eat." After saying that, Yuan Weihong quickly remembered that Fang Ziye hadn't eaten yet.

By the time we reached the third day of the Lunar New Year, all the restaurants outside had already reopened.

"Master, it's only 10:10. Are you hungry?" Fang Ziye did not move, following Yuan Weihong's instructions.

Yuan Weihong gave a slightly embarrassed smile: "Then wait a while, I'll take you home for dinner tonight."

After Yuan Weihong gradually calmed down, he asked, "Ziye, how are things going between you and Tingzhu?"

Fang Ziye's eyes flashed.

Doubtful.

"Master, is there some misunderstanding?" Fang Ziye asked in return.

Yuan Weihong smiled and said, "It's fine if you think it's a misunderstanding. Being confused, feeling bittersweet, going through ups and downs, that's love."

“You may not understand now, but you’ll understand what I mean after she goes abroad.”

I won't give you any pointers.

"In addition, according to the current procedures, we estimate that the previously prepared proposals for general research projects are no longer usable. But it's okay, your mentor is not an absolute disciple or teacher-eaten disciple."

“You prepared one, and I prepared one too, so we still have a chance to bid.”

"What we need to do next is to plan our animal experiments and get the money in our hands as soon as possible. We want to start working in the lab from the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, and be absolutely confident in our ability to fight a do-or-die battle."

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