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Chapter 138 Academic Gradients and the Creation of Idols (Please Subscribe)

Li Yuanhong has a long face and thick eyebrows; his eyes are deep and unfocused at this moment.

After replying to the message, Fang Ziye said apologetically, "Sorry, Brother Hong, something came up in the team here."

Li Yuanhong quickly replied, "No, no, Dr. Fang, you must be very busy. I saw many people, all of them are very busy."

"It's alright, young people are basically all busy."

"I've inquired about Enshi People's Hospital before, and I heard that they're very busy there. Right, Brother Hong?" Fang Ziye didn't start inquiring right now; asking questions before even starting a conversation seemed a bit too opportunistic.

"Dr. Fang, you've learned about our hospital?" Li Yuanhong asked, somewhat surprised.

He knew Fang Ziye, but only that Fang Ziye was from Ba County, which was a county under Enzhou. So, they were practically from the same hometown. That's why Li Yuanhong tried to find a way to get closer to Fang Ziye.

"Yes, I might have been able to work with you, Brother Hong, before. Thanks to my teacher's help, my master got me back on track." Fang Ziye didn't hide anything.

There's nothing to hide. Enshi Central Hospital is definitely not a bad place. If you go there, you'll at least be set for life and live a better life than your own parents, and you'll also be able to provide for their old age.

Even working at Enshi Central Hospital would make Fang Ziye's parents feel proud.

In Enzhou, when people talk about working at the Enzhou Central Hospital, no one thinks that the future is bleak. On the contrary, many relatives will think, "Oh, having an acquaintance working in a hospital in the state will be a good help in the future."

Fang Ziye himself was a little unwilling and wanted to run away.

"Ziye is joking. If you could really come to our hospital, our Director Zhang would be laughing his head off." Li Yuanhong smiled, not taking Fang Ziye's words seriously at all.

“Our Director Zhang has been wanting to bring in a PhD for a very long time.”

Li Yuanhong knew that Fang Ziye's doctoral studies were a certainty, and even if things didn't go well, he would at least be admitted to a provincial-level hospital. Moreover, given Professor Deng Yong's care for Fang Ziye, the chances of him being admitted were very high.

……

While they were still talking, the two stopped in front of a restaurant on Zhongbei Road.

At this moment, Dong Cheng and Jie Han had not yet arrived, so Fang Ziye led Li Yuanhong to the restaurant first.

It has stairs, and the decor and furnishings are rather old-fashioned, only slightly better than the most ordinary hole-in-the-wall restaurants.

“Brother Hong, the three of us usually eat at places like this. They’re small, but they’re cheap and the food is pretty good,” Fang Ziye explained.

"It's great. It's down-to-earth. Eating is about the taste, while enjoying the ambiance is something only sophisticated people do." Li Yuanhong didn't mind. In Enzhou, he often went to places like this.

"How many people are there, boss?" A waiter came to ask as soon as Fang Ziye and his companion arrived.

“Five, and three more are coming later,” Fang Ziye explained, then added, “Boss, are there any private rooms left? I called earlier.”

"Yes, yes, yes, is this Mr. Jie?" The waiter quickly nodded.

Once inside the restaurant, the environment became noticeably better; the floors and tabletops were very clean.

And it's actually a little earlier than lunchtime, so the office workers who usually eat lunch nearby haven't arrived yet.

"Yes." Fang Ziye nodded, then followed the waiter into the private room.

……

The group had just arrived at the private room when Jie Han and Lan Tianluo were already there.

It was quite obvious that Lan Tianluo and Jie Han had separated themselves from Dong Cheng by a short distance. It was likely that Dong Cheng had spoken to them in the car, but the two of them kept their distance.

Fang Ziye and Li Yuanhong both stood up to greet him.

After taking a seat, Fang Ziye hung up his coat and walked closer to the menu. He glanced at the menu and said, "Brother Hong, Brother Cheng, we've ordered a few specialty dishes. You two can order the rest. Actually, the food here is pretty good."

"It's alright, it's alright. Would you like some mutton? Or dog meat...?"

As Dong Cheng offered his suggestions, he sketched out two main dishes.

After everyone had finished ordering, Fang Ziye finally started the conversation: "Brother Hong, Brother Cheng, I'd like to ask you something. What are some of the most common illnesses you see at your hospital?"

Fang Ziye currently possesses over a thousand knowledge points, but he is keeping them for now, intending to use them in preparation for his future career at a municipal hospital, where he will choose the right opportunity to delve into clinical practice.

The best approach is to understand the relevant diseases, prepare the corresponding basic skills, and acquire more knowledge points through learning.

While Fang Ziye was speaking, he kept an eye on Li Yuanhong.

He wanted to know if Li Yuanhong knew that he would be going to Enshi Central Hospital. Generally speaking, such things are not announced in advance, since it is only a counterpart exchange and not a work trip.

They usually only give notice a while in advance, and don't make a big fuss about it. If they really notified the people in the department a long time in advance, then Fang Ziye felt he should be more careful.

After confirming this matter, Yuan Weihong had been telling Fang Ziye about the pitfalls to avoid in municipal hospitals. Sometimes, if the opportunity is not right, it is better to forcibly interrupt the opportunity to gain experience in a grassroots hospital than to continue staying there.

Li Yuanhong said, "To be honest, Dr. Fang, you might laugh at us, but the most common type of trauma surgery we treat right now is fractures."

"Open fractures and elective fractures, occasionally there are some minor, miscellaneous conditions."

"Brother Cheng, your Xian City People's Hospital must handle more of the business, right?"

Dong Cheng works at Xian City People's Hospital, which is slightly stronger than Enshi Central Hospital in terms of overall strength.

"No, city-level hospitals don't want to handle complicated cases. It's thankless work. If you do it and do it well, they think it's your duty. But if you don't do it well, they think it's because you're not capable enough. They'll try to find out that you made a mistake and make you pay to send them to the provincial level for treatment."

"Now, we're too lazy to deal with any fractures that are even slightly complicated."

"As for bone defects and the like, they can go wherever they need to go, we won't touch them."

"Brother Hong, I reckon your Enzhou Central Hospital must have a lot of patients. All the patients in Enzhou must be flocking to your hospital, right?" Dong Cheng's tone was very honest and simple.

It was slightly different from when he was in the department. It seems that Dong Cheng said something to his two junior colleagues in the car, and they might even have ignored or criticized him. That's why he became so well-behaved.

Li Yuanhong shook his head: "No, no, I know about this business. We also have the Minzu University Hospital in Enshi, which is also a very good hospital."

“In recent years, Minzu University Hospital has been working closely with Tongji Hospital and Union Hospital of Huazhong University of Science and Technology. As a result, professors often hold outpatient clinics there, which has attracted a large number of patients.”

“Our hospital is currently being held up by some senior department heads; we young people are all living off our parents.”

“Minzu University Hospital? The Affiliated Hospital of Hubei Minzu University? I think I’ve heard of it.” Dong Cheng had only vaguely heard of it.

When you leave a prefecture-level city, you usually only remember the top hospitals in other cities. For example, the best hospital in Enshi, at least in the field of orthopedics, is still the top hospital in Enshi.

……

The conversation then went into more depth. Fang Ziye asked Li Yuanhong and Dong Cheng about their respective teams, inquiring about any interesting stories or anecdotes to share and share, as topics of conversation.

Therefore, after collecting information, Fang Ziye had a general understanding of the trauma surgery department of Enshi Central Hospital.

The head of the trauma surgery department is Director Zhang Mingcan, who is currently the department's administrative director. The deputy director is Wu Guonan, a newly promoted chief physician. There is also an older chief physician named Director Hong Duhong...

Li Yuanhong was in Director Zhang Mingcan's group.

But when talking about Director Zhang Mingcan, Dong Cheng added a lot more, saying that Zhang Mingcan is a pioneer and is quite famous among the directors of prefecture-level city hospitals.

"Has Director Zhang performed any original surgeries in the department recently? I remember Director Zhang really enjoys performing original surgeries," Dong Cheng asked curiously. Li Yuanhong was gnawing on a bone, making a rustling sound for a while, then spitting out the bone, chewing it again, and swallowing it: "No way, Brother Cheng, we can talk about these things in private, but if you bring this up in front of Dr. Fang and Tianluo, you'll just make a fool of yourself."

"After all, while it is said to be an original surgical technique, it is actually just making some detailed modifications to existing surgical procedures. It is not like Professor Deng Yong, who directly created a pioneering achievement in the surgery of nonunion of bones."

"That's something I can't even imagine..."

"The most impressive one is actually Director Dong. Some of the concepts that Director Dong Yaohui put forward twenty years ago have now become a consensus in the province. Even at the current COA orthopedic conference, many people's innovative points in surgical clinical research are based on the arguments put forward by Director Dong Yaohui back then."

"Looking at Professor Han Yuanxiao's current in-depth and popular area of ​​osteotomy and correction, there is no comparison at all. The surgical technique of osteotomy and correction will definitely be the hottest topic in trauma surgery in the next twenty years."

“But how could we dare to even think about such a thing?” Li Yuanhong said, shaking his head.

Following that, Li Yuanhong added, "The most we do now is optimize surgical incisions; we dare not take any further risks."

"Three years in surgery, a lifetime of exposure—Director Zhang Mingcan is planning to join the chairmanship of the Trauma Surgery Branch." Dong Cheng probably understood Director Zhang Mingcan's implication better than Fang Ziye and the others, so he explained it to them.

As the meal was nearing its end, Dong Cheng casually remarked, "Dr. Fang, Tian Luo, you are both top students. Writing articles is as easy for you as eating and drinking."

"If you need any help, just let us know. We just want to get a nominal position and some tasks assigned to us. It won't hurt you, and it'll just make us look good."

After more than half a month in the office, Dong Cheng and Li Yuanhong had already figured it out.

Buying articles is absolutely impossible.

The resources for each group here have long been allocated. Everyone in the group is working hard and striving. They want nothing in return, only money. Others don't want your money.

It's not like they've never seen money before.

However, a fellow trainee in internal medicine said, "You can't get away with just money, but you can get away with just hard work."

In other words, if someone can give you some direction, help you learn, collect data, process data, or create tables, which can help with writing articles, then it's only natural to put your name on their page.

Having figured this out, although many people want to curse you young bastards for being so high and mighty, they don't want the money to do things for them and insist on making us do things for them.

However, on someone else's turf, they set the rules. You can do it or not, there are plenty of people in the hospital who will do it. Even if you need to find a few interns to help with a research project, there are plenty of them, and they have plenty of theoretical knowledge.

Recently, Lan Tianluo and Jie Han have both recruited several interns, given them a direction, and let them collect data and start writing meta-analyses.

The two felt that they could no longer simply wait for the money-grubber to appear; they had to take the initiative.

The primary purpose of my study is to learn surgery, but if I can also learn some writing skills, I will definitely be in high demand when I return home.

The lack of emphasis on research in prefecture-level city hospitals is a matter of atmosphere, not a guarantee that if you excel in research, you'll also be outstanding in clinical practice. If you can produce one or two SCI papers a year, unless you have exceptionally strong connections, you can simply walk away from anyone who tries to block you…

Not only can they run parallel, but after being promoted to associate senior, they can also run to hospitals in Wuhan.

Such a great opportunity shouldn't be missed.

Fang Ziye didn't reply, but Jie Han glanced at him before saying, "Brother Hong, it's actually quite simple to write meta-analyses and publish them in CSCD, but I suggest you publish them directly in SCI. That way, you'll at least accumulate some tool-like articles..."

The gist of it is that even dogs won't release CSCD.

Fang Ziye silently lowered his head. He felt ashamed of his senior classmate. He would probably delete this article from his resume in the future, but it was also the culmination of his hard work for graduation...

After the dinner, although Fang Ziye and his group did not make any promises, Fang Ziye still told Jie Han and the others that if these older brothers were willing to learn, he could mentor them, give them some direction, and let them learn to process data and write articles on their own.

After all, in the future, whether it's Lan Tianluo or Jie Han, they will all be going to municipal hospitals. These visiting doctors are a valuable asset for them to gain experience working at the grassroots level.

Humans are social beings; even the most brilliant genius cannot live in isolation from the community.

Fang Ziye had to hurry; he needed to report something to Yuan Weihong.

……

In the afternoon, around 2 p.m., Fang Ziye finally found the pitiful Yuan Weihong in a lounge at the School of Basic Medical Sciences.

Yuan Weihong took animal experiments here. Originally, there was one class in the morning and one in the afternoon, with a break at noon.

Some of the top students at the School of Basic Medical Sciences at Wuhan University spent over an hour preparing questions after class, keeping Yuan Weihong on the podium without giving him a chance to come down.

Yuan Weihong couldn't bear to put on airs and just leave. Looking at the fine pieces of raw jade with eyes full of curiosity, he could only make an excuse to order takeout.

As a result, seven or eight people ate takeout with Yuan Weihong while copying and organizing their notebooks.

This means that while their knowledge was taken away, their wallets were also slightly emptied.

When Fang Ziye came in, the group had just finished eating.

Yuan Weihong's face twitched as he suggested, "Have you eaten yet? Classmates, if you're full, let's go catch up on our afternoon classes."

Yuan Weihong really didn't know where these young academic high-achievers got such great motivation. They didn't even think about going back to their dorms after leaving home in the morning, and they brought all the books for the whole day into their backpacks at once.

Each subject also has its own dedicated notebook.

Yuan Weihong thought to himself, "Do you guys need to be so serious about a mechanics experiment?"
Despite his inner complaints, Yuan Weihong genuinely respected this attitude towards learning. It was far more diligent and hardworking than anything he had ever done in his time, including his own.

With the progress of the times, although universities have expanded their enrollment, there are also more students. Han City University, under the premise of selecting the best with high scores, has indeed attracted a large number of outstanding students, and occasionally there are even aloof geniuses who can understand things at a glance.

Not only is she thorough, but she also works very hard.

Before leaving, the students cleaned the office spotlessly. After they left, someone called out, "Xuanxuan, can I borrow your notebook for a bit later?" (Note: I was a terrible student, and back then I could only watch these top students crush me; I could never learn from them.)
Fang Ziye said, "Master, have all these junior brothers and sisters gotten so involved?"

"Yes, they have a strong thirst for knowledge. I really wanted to recruit one or two into the team, but unfortunately, they are probably all aiming for top universities like Peking University, Peking Union Medical College, and West China Hospital for postgraduate studies. They don't have much of a chance with our hospital."

"What brings you here?" Yuan Weihong asked Fang Ziye.

“Master, I think you might need to talk to Associate Professor Hong Zili and Professor Deng Yong a little. There’s no need to include my name in every article published in the group.”

“This is not good; it’s unfair to my fellow students. Quality over quantity is the key to writing. I personally don’t like this kind of ‘deification’ and I don’t even want to be a beneficiary.”

The so-called "deification" refers to the practice of channeling all the resources of a research group onto one person, publishing articles under their name. This can create a deity, enhance the reputation of the university, develop the younger generation, and directly crush others on the path to becoming outstanding young scientists and distinguished young scientists.

But the consequence of this is that many people's hard work goes unnoticed, and they even appear in some extreme incidents on the internet.

Fang Ziye has been through the rain, so he doesn't want everyone's umbrellas to end up being given to him alone, while everyone else gets soaked.

This isn't arrogance; it's simply being true to oneself.

"Is that so? Okay, I'll ask about it later."

"However, your mentor may not have the right to speak. Your mentor only leads a small team. Right now, the only team that can be compared to is Associate Professor Xie Jinyuan's small team, which is not very specialized in academics."

“Whether it’s a decision made by Professor Deng or Associate Professor Hong Zili’s team, it’s difficult for your master to change it.” Yuan Weihong agreed first, but did not guarantee it.

“Master, you have to help me persuade them,” Fang Ziye said firmly.

For every person who is made a god, someone else is sacrificed.

If I were to kill you directly, Fang Ziye would think that's because you lack ability! But if someone else helps me kill you, and even takes away your achievements, Fang Ziye feels that he can't bear the consequences and can't repay them.

(End of this chapter)