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Chapter 139 The Little Doctor Goes to the Countryside; His Masters Have Given Instructions
Fang Ziye was never a chosen one from the beginning, nor was he a man of power and wealth. All Fang Ziye knew was that he couldn't withstand any more setbacks, and no one could help him wash away the various stains on his body.

Cleaning potential stains on your body is different from cleaning stains on your clothes.

His parents couldn't help him much anymore. This was Zhongnan Hospital, not Enshi Central Hospital. It was a place where his parents' connections were barely enough to reach him. Therefore, Fang Ziye had to be careful.

Having someone else write an article on your behalf may seem like a good thing, but it's actually a hidden time bomb that can explode if you're not careful.

After all, it involves a conflict of interest.

Professor Deng Yong is listed as the second author or even the first author of his own articles, which is understandable. He is part of a large research group, and he has done his part. He has spent a lot of time with his fellow students, so there is some emotional connection between them.

As for how deep his feelings are for Associate Professor Hong Zili's team, Fang Ziye would have to be out of his mind to believe it.

The money, research projects, and outputs from other groups are repeatedly being used under Fang Ziye's name. Is this feeding him or inviting trouble?
Fang Ziye found it difficult to assess the situation himself, so he could only turn to his master, Yuan Weihong, for help in explaining the situation to Associate Professor Hong Zili.

Fang Ziye is not yet qualified or capable of discussing cooperation face-to-face with Associate Professor Hong Zili. He is merely borrowing the coattails of others; ultimately, he is neither a tiger nor Professors Yuan Weihong and Deng Yong, and he knows his own limitations.

Fang Ziye looked at Yuan Weihong with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

This was also the first time Fang Ziye had ever asked Yuan Weihong for help in this way.

When graduating, Fang Ziye did not hint or ask his mentor for help, because he knew that there would be no problem with his graduation, and his mentor Yuan Weihong's current position in the group was awkward. Asking Yuan Weihong to bestow any future prospects on him would be difficult for Yuan Weihong.

My own output is limited, and I really don't have the face to ask my master for help.

Looking at Fang Ziye's child's pleading eyes, Yuan Weihong reached out and patted Fang Ziye's head, saying, "Ziye, you're overthinking it. Creating a god isn't like you imagine. Associate Professor Hong Zili didn't intend to create a god for you either."

"I just want to make your resume look better. If it's some first-author or corresponding author articles on your resume, that's fine. But some second-author or third-author articles are just to make the text on your resume look a little more substantial."

"That's alright."

"You've met with the visiting doctors, haven't you? What were your impressions?" Yuan Weihong changed the subject. Fang Ziye's caution was a good thing, but the matter was far from the level of concern Fang Ziye had.

Yuan Weihong also didn't want to get into sentimental topics.

Fang Ziye poured Yuan Weihong a cup of water in a paper cup, and upon hearing this, he felt a little more relaxed.

He took a deep breath and replied, "I am very grateful for my master's help and guidance."

If it weren't for Yuan Weihong, then the experiences of Li Yuanhong and Dong Cheng might be a reflection of Fang Ziye's current predicament.

Once you enter a prefecture-level city hospital, the difficulty of writing a thesis increases exponentially.

Even though both Li Yuanhong and Dong Cheng are master's degree graduates and have written articles before, they have now become ascetic monks who would rather spend money to buy articles than write them themselves.

Why is this?

Perhaps the work pressure is too great and there isn't enough time, or perhaps, having enjoyed another level of happiness and earned a considerable income, one no longer thinks about working hard and simply lies down.

They treat asking for favors and spending money as one of their driving forces, and regard cultivating interpersonal relationships as one of their pursuits to elevate their own level, while neglecting the real improvement of their own abilities.

Ultimately, it was difficult for it to be considered highbrow.

Within the province, many people will indeed talk to you about personal connections and social etiquette. But looking at the national orthopedic field, without research projects, innovation, or publications, even if you're the child of a leader from the next province, what does it matter to me? Even if you stand on stage and act all high and mighty, I can kick you and make you lose face, so what can you do about it?
"You've become more particular about your words now, and you've also learned to think about some detailed issues. That's good." Yuan Weihong was very satisfied with Fang Ziye's reply.

They no longer frequently used the words "bestow" or "gift" in their speech.

Yuan Weihong then added, "However, even with well-chosen words, it's still not enough. My next application for a general research grant is also in the field of osteosarcoma. This project will be assigned to you; you can analyze why."

"You're a PhD now."

One unique difference between doctoral and master's students and undergraduates is that doctoral and master's students are expected to think critically and solve problems using scientific methods, rather than simply following others' guides or explanations and blindly copying and worshipping them.

After putting down his water glass, Fang Ziye unceremoniously found a seat, sat down properly, and looked Yuan Weihong in the eye. Fang Ziye calmly accepted the patch Yuan Weihong had given him: "I've done it before, I'm still doing it, I've done it very deeply."

Although I only had a basic understanding of the relationship between osteosarcoma and HK2 before, and you couldn't find fault with me, if I could delve into it thoroughly and to the extreme, no one would ever doubt it.

They might even be convinced that you are the big shot in this channel.

As Yuan Weihong listened to Fang Ziye's words, he gradually pushed his back back, eventually adopting the Ge-style lying posture. He interlaced his fingers behind his head and said slowly, "Alright, with this kind of awareness, I can rest assured."

"Let me tell you one more thing: once you leave the prefecture-level city hospital, do more work, talk less, make fewer promises, and drink less."

"When I say 'speak less,' I mean 'speak less carelessly,' not that you shouldn't interact with people."

“Doing these few things is enough.”

“Hey, go and rest for a bit. Take this time to cultivate your mind and body. The fact that you have the opportunity to go to the countryside ahead of schedule is thanks to Professor Li Guohua’s good preparation.”

"Learn more and solidify your foundation. In our hospital, we have to take the opportunity to learn some common basic orthopedic diseases, but in a prefecture-level city hospital, it's routine learning."

Fang Ziye agreed.

Seeing Yuan Weihong's somewhat tired eyes, she felt a little sorry for him. All she could do was not disturb him too much and let her master get some rest, while waiting for the barrage of questions from his fellow disciples in the afternoon.

"Master, I'll be leaving now."

"I'll see you one last time before I have to go back to Enshi for further training," Fang Ziye said before leaving.

Yuan Weihong was truly exhausted, lying down playing on his phone, as if he didn't want to move at all.

……

It was a little after 7 p.m. that day.

Luo Tingzhu had just entered the lab and hadn't yet started her experiment when she contacted Fang Ziye and said, "Senior, the apartment Professor Hong arranged for me is really nice. Many people in our team are surprised."

"I can't believe I got this apartment for $860 a month, and without even having to pay bills."

"Bills" is an abbreviation for a type of fee, such as water, electricity, and internet fees.

The average price of a one-bedroom apartment in Los Angeles is between $1000 and $2000 per month, which is considered very expensive. Luo Tingzhu was able to rent an apartment for $860, which is even less than the bottom price of the market.

Associate Professor Hong Zili definitely put a lot of effort into finding this apartment. Apparently, it was originally bought by one of his classmates, who later couldn't bear to sell it and decided to rent it out—a way for him to reminisce about his youth…

"That's a good thing!"

"By the way, Tingzhu, after you went there, did you get a general idea of ​​how in-depth your team's research was?" Fang Ziye asked.

This is what he cares about most.

Domestically, Associate Professor Hong Zili's research team is considered to be particularly in-depth, but Fang Ziye is unaware of the actual level of depth that overseas teams are currently pursuing in their regular research projects.

"Many teams are doing gene sequencing, striving to find new, previously unseen targets. A few experimental groups are doing what we call routine research projects in China."

"Currently, my boss has assigned me a small research project, which is a branch within a branch, the kind of direction that I can do or not do."

“The equipment in this lab is more advanced than ours…” Luo Tingzhu didn’t explain directly, but that ellipsis said a lot.

After reading the information, Fang Ziye sighed deeply. By this calculation, there was still a gap of at least a decade or more.

As early as the beginning of the 21st century, the research standards in foreign medical laboratories were already benchmarked against pathways. They even produced the reagents for finding, defining, and processing various mRNAs and miRNAs. The foundation of this research was completely different.

However, in this regard, the most advanced technology in China is still at the level of establishing its own cell lines. The top universities and laboratories are the ones that are truly developing their own unique miRNA detection technology.

“You must have broadened your horizons considerably. You’ve been there for almost a month now, you must have gained a lot, right?” Fang Ziye asked.

"Well, luckily I had already laid some groundwork beforehand, so there wasn't much difference in the operation." "The only thing is that the images and results here are completely confidential in the lab. Unless they are used for writing a graduation thesis or submitting a paper, they are not allowed to be taken out of the lab."

"So, senior brother, I've been..." Luo Tingzhu reported like a simpleton.

Fang Ziye: "..."

After reading the message, Fang Ziye took two deep breaths and said, "If you really can't find any photos, then don't bother looking. You can just take one or two selfies."

Fang Ziye's words were a little too greasy, with a hint of flirting.

To Fang Ziye's surprise, after sending a shy emoji, Luo Tingzhu also sent a nodding emoji.

She actually agreed.

While Fang Ziye was still in a daze, he saw Luo Tingzhu ask again, "Senior brother, has another senior sister from sports medicine joined our lab?"

There are only three "golden flowers" in orthopedics.

Luo Tingzhu is from the Department of Trauma Surgery, and there is one each from the Department of Sports Medicine and Joint Surgery.

The student in sports medicine was in the same year as Fang Ziye, while the girl in joint surgery was a year younger than Fang Ziye. However, they both enrolled in graduate school earlier than Luo Tingzhu, so Luo Tingzhu called them senior sisters.

"Really? I didn't notice. I've been staying in the lab very late lately. I just checked Jie Han and Lan Tianlu's experimental progress and then went back."

"Do you need to see them for something? If so, I can ask them for you." Fang Ziye thought carefully before saying this.

"No, I was just asking," Luo Tingzhu replied quickly, almost instantly.

"Oh, should I ask for her WeChat and then transfer the money to you?" Fang Ziye continued to ask.

Fang Ziye did it on purpose.

Although Fang Ziye didn't know how to pursue girls, he felt that he was too greasy and that wasn't good, but pretending to be a bit straight seemed pretty good.

Luo Tingzhu did not reply.

Neither good nor bad.

Three minutes later, Fang Ziye said to Luo Tingzhu, "I was just kidding."

"I still need to process some tags on Weibo. You can go ahead and do your work."

Luo Tingzhu sent a running puppy emoji and disappeared in a flash.

Fang Ziye was glad that emojis existed, otherwise he would never have understood Luo Tingzhu's delicate thoughts.

Get to work, get to work...

Time is quickly drawing to a close in March.

March is a long month, with 31 days.

So on March 30th, after finishing his rounds, Professor Deng Yong temporarily abandoned his idea of ​​going directly into the operating room and dragged Fang Ziye, who was planning to go into the operating room first to try and get a chance, into his office.

"Master!" Fang Ziye changed his address after entering the office, then looked around to see what he was about to do.

There was indeed something to do. He poured Deng Yong a glass of water and, while he was at it, pulled out his personal ashtray from underneath, which was filled with cigarette butts. Fang Ziye even helped clean it up.

"Are you leaving for Enshi with Li Yuanhong tomorrow?"

"Yes, Master." Fang Ziye patted the ashtray as he turned back.

"What I was thinking was that having someone I knew to guide me would make it easier to integrate into the community at Enshi Central Hospital. That's why Brother Li Yuanhong is doing his advanced training at our hospital."

“He only goes back once a month anyway,” Fang Ziye replied with a smile, then stood up and handed the tidy ashtray to Professor Deng Yong, who was puffing out smoke.

"Were you already acquainted with Li Yuanhong before?" Deng Yong crossed his legs, turned around, rested his right elbow on the desk, and held the cigarette between his index and middle fingers directly above the ashtray.

Fang Ziye sat down properly and shook his head: "Master, Brother Li Yuanhong is currently collaborating with our group to write articles. Jie Han gave him a direction, and he is collecting meta-analysis data on his own."

Fang Ziye understood his master's meaning, so he stopped beating around the bush and directly stated the points that Professor Deng Yong was concerned about, without wasting words or requiring Deng Yong to guess.

"You guys are interesting," Deng Yong said with a half-smile.

Just kidding, Jie Han, a master's student, actually managing to submit articles to external publications—that's something not everyone can do.

Moreover, with Jie Han focusing on the quantity and direction of articles and Lan Tianluo handling data processing, they are almost capable of mass-producing tool-like articles, an advantage that other groups do not have.

Then there's Fang Ziye, who excels in basic experiments and is currently the most talented student in his major.

Deng Yong was somewhat envious and even jealous of Yuan Weihong, but it wasn't too bad.

Fortunately, Yuan Weihong had sent a student to him as a "tribute." He wasn't a doctoral supervisor yet, and even if he were, he wouldn't be able to secure a spot. In the end, everyone would have to send a "tribute" to him, the boss...

Deng Yong then said, "I haven't contacted you since your interview ended, not just because you and I were both busy, but because I was thinking about a problem."

“I’ve discussed your future plans with my teachers, Professor Li Guohua and Yuan Weihong, more than once, but we haven’t reached a final conclusion.”

"So, I won't put any pressure on you. Just go at your own pace and try to move forward."

"During your doctoral studies, it's best to complete as much work as possible. This will allow you to meet higher standards if you stay in the hospital. Furthermore, if your professional skills are sufficiently developed, you can combine your time as a supervising resident with your regular supervising resident period."

"You can't escape this year of hardship. But there's one problem: who will be the next person to take over your position as chief resident in trauma surgery?"

"This also needs to be taken into account. After all, if no one takes over your position, you can't relinquish your role as chief resident."

Fang Ziye was slightly startled upon hearing this.

Isn't Deng Yong's vision a bit too far ahead? Who will take over his chief ward?

Fang Ziye hadn't really considered that. Right now, he could only add depth to his own work, but he couldn't feed others, nor did he have that much work to do himself.

These experimental results represent the culmination of his doctoral graduation and time spent in the hospital. Fang Ziye is currently unsure whether there will be any further work to be done.

“Master, I haven’t thought that far ahead. I know you’re busy, so I haven’t bothered you.” Fang Ziye replied.

"Yes, no matter what, things have to be done one step at a time."

"Professor Li Guohua told me about your agreement with him, but don't take it seriously. In our department, we're only at the initial stage in osteotomy and orthopedic surgery."

"It's not like you, a doctoral student, are expected to shoulder a portion of the responsibilities. This is something that someone like Xie Jinyuan, an associate professor, should be considering."

"However, since you're going to Enshi, there are a few things you should pay attention to."

"First point: although Enshi is a prefecture-level city, don't underestimate it. Director Zhang of Enshi Central Hospital is quite knowledgeable. If you follow him, you may not only learn clinical knowledge, but you may also have some money to do some basic research."

"You should keep this in mind."

"Secondly, there is a young man from the Provincial People's Hospital working at Enshi Central Hospital to provide counterpart support and establish a key provincial specialty. Although he hasn't been promoted to associate professor yet, I've heard his name several times. You and he should be able to learn a lot of professional knowledge and skills from each other."

"Thirdly, in Enshi, never speak carelessly. Especially regarding traditional medicine, absolutely do not talk nonsense, and even keep your distance."

(End of this chapter)