top student at medical school

Chapter 159 Holy crap! ~ (Please subscribe)

Guan Hongming is a master's student at Eunse Clinical College of Han City University. His student registration is with Han City University.

In fact, he is Fang Ziye's more orthopedic junior, a master's student specializing in orthopedics.

However, after Guan Hongming entered the master's program, instead of being assigned a bed like a regular resident trainee, he was directly assigned to the laboratory by Zhang Mingcan to be managed and taught as an academic master's student.

It's like giving him money to only let Guan Hongming do experiments, without requiring him to participate in clinical affairs.

Guan Hongming is in the same cohort as Jie Han and is currently a first-year master's student, about to graduate. He also has a senior classmate who is in the same cohort as Shu Lang and Gong Ziming, and is also a professional master's student.

After all, Guan Hongming's abilities are not suited to mentoring academic graduate students; he can only mentor professional graduate students.

After writing the doctor's orders, Fang Ziye and the short Guan Hongming walked out of the operating room. Fang Ziye glanced at Guan Hongming and asked, "So, you haven't even been inside the department yet? Director Zhang just had you do experiments?"

Guan Hongming's eyebrows are very short, only two-thirds the length of an average person's eyebrows, but he doesn't look shifty or rat-like. He just has an ordinary appearance, somewhat like a bitter gourd face.

He's not very broad-shouldered, so I guess he didn't develop his strength through clinical practice.

Now, after frowning, he looked even more distressed: "Yes, Senior Brother Fang."

"According to the teacher, if we want to pursue a professional master's degree, we might not even be able to stay in our department, let alone pursue a doctorate."

"The professional knowledge I learned during my master's studies is not enough at all. It would be better to publish more articles to increase my competitiveness when applying for a doctoral program. Moreover, even when looking for a job, employers will not look at your operational skills. As long as you are passable and can write medical records, you are good enough."

"Then completing the basic operations such as disinfecting and laying down towels is enough."

"But actually, I still prefer clinical work, but I can't do anything about it since that's how my boss arranged it."

"Sigh!" Guan Hongming sighed helplessly as he helped Fang Ziye carry his backpack.

Fang Ziye frowned.

Although he disagreed with Zhang Mingcan's approach, he couldn't disagree with Zhang Mingcan's way of thinking. For a master's degree holder like Guan Hongming, without publications, wanting to pursue a doctorate would mean being a nobody and a mere supporting character during the evaluation process.

Zhang Mingcan is very clear about this point.

However, completely barring Guan Hongming from clinical practice is a rather extreme approach.

However, since there was money to support Guan Hongming's experiments, allowing him to fully dedicate himself to his career without affecting his studies, graduation, or certificate issuance, it's hard to say whether Zhang Mingcan was right or wrong.

"So now it's just you and your senior brother in the lab?"

"Do you want to pursue a doctorate?" Fang Ziye asked again, feeling a little sorry for Guan Hongming.

Upon hearing this, Guan Hongming pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Senior brother, having reached the master's level, who wouldn't want to continue if they could pursue a doctorate?"

If he hadn't broadened his horizons, Guan Hongming would have thought that settling down in a town would have been pretty good. After applying, he was prepared to either succeed or die trying and just go straight to standardized training.

But Guan Hongming also passed the master's entrance exam and even attended the orthopedic annual meeting.

The annual meeting at the end of last year made Guan Hongming realize this.

Oh, so the world is really this big.

It turns out that at the orthopedic conference, a director from a prefecture-level city hospital is nothing but a nobody. If you were to disappear, the first people to discover your disappearance would be the police, not your colleagues.

Even a top professor at a leading teaching hospital, with a PhD, postdoctoral experience, and visiting scholar status, who has published over twenty SCI papers, still has to be cautious and humble at the orthopedic conference, carefully playing a supporting role.

A top figure in the province, a leading expert, was surrounded by a crowd outside. Once inside the meeting room, he had to fawn over some senior comrades, saying things like "hahaha," "oh," "yes," and so on cautiously.

The academicians in orthopedics are very careful when they speak, afraid that they might overdo it by showing off.

Those who chaired the conference were mostly professors.

It was a scene where professors were treated worse than dogs, associate professors were everywhere, and even outstanding young scientists and Changjiang Scholars had to tremble.

"If that's your thought, then Director Zhang's advice is correct."

"Reading is the fastest shortcut. Publishing and writing more articles is the best path for ordinary people like us." At this moment, Fang Ziye finally understood what his master had told him back then.

For ordinary master's students, being able to publish papers is a wonderful thing.

Take Jie Han for example. He has no connections; his very existence is his connection.

Regardless of who his boss is, even if he publishes articles related to basic research, he can still carve out his own niche with enough instrumental articles.

If he had published more than twenty SCI papers, who would dare say he wouldn't want to pursue a PhD?
Which research group would be so generous? They would be scrambling to get it.

Compared to the tedious practice in the training room, writing articles is actually the best shortcut to increase the difficulty.

However, my talent in this area is truly limited.

"How many articles have you published so far?" Fang Ziye asked.

Guan Hongming gestured half of "ok," which was just an "o."

But Guan Hongming added with a shy smile, "I've written a meta-analysis and a case report, but I don't know if they'll be published. I'm submitting them."

"My senior published a paper, and I'm the second author." Guan Hongming had just entered the lab and didn't have much work to do yet; he still needed to learn the experimental procedures slowly.

Following that, Guan Hongming explained to Fang Ziye his current situation and that of his senior brother Du.

Guan Hongming's senior brother is named Du Hai.

His name is very ordinary, but he is slightly more handsome than Guan Hongming. He may not be as good-looking as Fang Ziye, but he is still alright, according to Guan Hongming.

Du Hai's experimental skills are also very basic; he can only perform basic experimental procedures other than Western blot (WB) and flow cytometry.

There was no other way; without resources, I had to rely entirely on myself to learn and figure things out.

Although I had spent some time working in the laboratory at the Provincial People's Hospital, it was just a temporary arrangement. After all, I wasn't part of the lab staff, so how could they possibly teach me wholeheartedly? I had to rely on myself for everything.

So, the small-scale projects that could be implemented didn't even cover a full workload.

I managed to publish an article in Zone 3.

Although there is a claim of an impact factor of 2.1, it is somewhat poor in terms of regional ranking.

"Senior Brother Fang, if you could guide my senior brother and me to do a Western blot and flow cytometry, that would be great."

"Do you have any equipment in your lab?" Fang Ziye asked a crucial question.

Given the size of Zhang Mingcan's lab, it's unlikely they have it.

"It has to be done in the internal medicine lab, and there are very few people doing it, so you can book an appointment anytime." Guan Hongming blushed.

The clinical hospitals at Seoul National University are also different.

This is, after all, the affiliated Enshi Clinical College, not Central South Hospital or the Provincial People's Hospital; the difference in platforms is too great.

Fang Ziye was thankful that he hadn't ended up in such a horrible place, but had instead been recruited by his teacher. Otherwise, given his last-place ranking in the re-examination, a slight slip could have led to his utter ruin.

Soon, Fang Ziye followed Guan Hongming to the so-called orthopedic laboratory.

It's very small, probably only 40 or 50 square meters, or even less.

There are two small offices, one for Zhang Mingcan and the other for the students.

It bears the independent sign for Enshi Key Laboratory, the sign for the orthopedic tumor laboratory in the hospital...

The equipment inside was very limited: a refrigerator, a liquid nitrogen tank, a cell manipulation table, and a rocking car...

It could be considered small, and its internal organs weren't quite complete.

It's enough for doing very basic experiments.

At that moment, Fang Ziye saw Du Hai.

Du Hai was the same height as Fang Ziye, and he was quite good-looking. He had a short buzz cut, was tall and thin, and was very generous and cheerful, especially with his long neck.

When Fang Ziye came in, he, whose face was covered with many small moles, quickly said, "Hello, Senior Brother Fang, my name is Du Hai."

"Holy crap, what a handsome guy!" Du Hai was stunned for a moment before speaking the truth, as if it wasn't just mutual flattery.

Fang Ziye shook hands with him and gave a brief self-introduction.

Du Hai then quickly instructed Guan Hongming to prepare tea and other refreshments.

To be honest, although the experimental conditions here are poor, the environment is exceptionally good.

Quiet, relatively spacious and not crowded.

Is it crowded? There are about ten people in five rows, but only three people are allowed, so each person can have a super large table.

Moreover, it's well-stocked with small items. There's tea, snacks, some fruit, and everyday necessities like tissues.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with the two, Fang Ziye began to inquire about the research directions within the research group.

These two researchers are studying the relatively popular membrane receptor BMP pathway. Currently, the subtype selection is the relatively rare BPM5.

The depth of the work is certainly not very deep.

What the two researchers want to do next is to thoroughly understand the relationship between osteosarcoma OS and BMPs5, and strive to detect the absolute expression level of bone morphogenetic proteins (BMPs) in osteosarcoma.

Regarding the reagents, both of them had already purchased them. However, they had tried several times to perform the Western blot (WB) experiment but failed each time, and they didn't know the specific reason why.

Of course, the two of them didn't immediately ask Fang Ziye to start teaching. Instead, they hoped that Fang Ziye could help them check whether the experimental procedures and materials were complete.

Since the experiment will be conducted in another laboratory, thorough preparation is essential.

After carefully examining their experimental materials, Fang Ziye immediately covered his forehead and asked, "Where did you directly copy these experimental procedures from?"

Upon inspection, Fang Ziye realized that this process was a completely disjointed version, as it was incoherent and the order of the reagents was chaotic.

If this were Jie Han, Fang Ziye could have directly shoved the experimental book onto the other person's face.

Of course, Fang Ziye didn't have the authority to use his own research group's money.

Guan Hongming looked at Du Hai, and the moles on Du Hai's right cheek trembled. Du Hai blushed as the truth was suddenly exposed.

After explaining the situation, Fang Ziye said again: "You can't do it this way. You need to find reagents related to BMPs5. Otherwise, what you will detect will either be the content of the entire BMP family, or the content of several impure subtypes."

"Even if you put the experimental procedures up there, they will be rejected."

"We still need to find more articles, tailor the experimental methodology, and then design a separate experimental scheme for BMPs5."

If this kind of head-touching and hitting method could be successful, tumor treatment would have been standardized long ago. How could it be used to deal with such a problem?
That hit the nail on the head. The only thing left for the two of them to do was to look up more literature, something Fang Ziye couldn't help with.

You haven't even figured out the experimental procedures, and you expect me to design them for you?
So, does this whole experiment belong to you or me?

When my mentor applied for the research project, he had already designed all the experimental plans in advance. All I had to do was follow up and design the experimental plans and procedures myself.

The two of them knew perfectly well that they would have to work on it slowly, but it would probably take three or four days to come up with a solution. At least they had a direction to work towards.

Fang Ziye, on the other hand, felt that the environment here was excellent and the internet speed was exceptionally fast.

More importantly, they can even use the hospital's intranet here, which is incredibly impressive.

It's worth noting that the reason Fang Ziye rented a small, old apartment next to Zhongnan Hospital was because it had access to the Wuhan University campus network.

Eun-City Central Hospital, being a clinical hospital affiliated with Seoul University, has access to download documents. Using the intranet, you can download many resources directly without logging in, which is very convenient.

"By the way, Xiao Guan, Du Hai, can I work here in the future?" Fang Ziye asked.

This is such a great place to study. Having one more person isn't a big deal, is it?
"Yes, yes, Senior Brother Fang, we would be very happy to welcome you."

“The air conditioning in our lab is really good, especially since it’s summer in the back. You’re welcome to come and stay here often, senior.” Du Hai quickly agreed.

However, as he agreed, he glanced sideways and saw the Word document that Fang Ziye was currently editing.

The things inside felt both familiar and strange.

Moreover, looking at the densely packed results and numerous images...

Du Hai was stunned. The two moles on his forehead, above his brow bone, seemed to bulge out in shock, as if his shrimp eyes had been blinded by the light.

"Senior Brother Fang, what are you doing?" Du Hai is a master's student and has read a lot of literature. At least he should have read all the references he cited when writing his own articles, right?
"Oh, it's an article I've written and am preparing to submit." Fang Ziye didn't hide anything.

Writing articles and submitting them for publication is not shameful; being coy about it makes you feel like a prostitute.

Du Hai moved a stool over and leaned against it, his eyes flashing quickly. He noticed that Fang Ziye had only edited three words, but the page he was on was already overwhelming for Du Hai.

Moreover, reading what Fang Ziye edited was like reading a book written in a foreign language.

Many words and abbreviations are completely unpredictable in terms of their meaning.

"Senior Brother Fang, your article should have a pretty good score for submission, right? Which magazine do you plan to submit it to?" Du Hai asked tentatively, though he was actually quite unsure of himself.

I cursed inwardly, "Teacher, you call this a lack of output? You call this a lack of importance, so the article lacks depth?"

"I don't know yet. My master will definitely post it, but I estimate it will be around ten or twenty points," Fang Ziye replied frankly.

Being excellent is not something disgusting, and there's nothing wrong with saying it openly. Fang Ziye wasn't deliberately showing off. After saying that, he went back to editing his article.

However, the moment Fang Ziye uttered those words...

Guan Hongming, who was drinking water across from him, sprayed a mouthful of water directly onto his laptop.

The laptop was still on when the screen went black.

Fortunately, Guan Hongming was relatively rational. He quickly unplugged the power cord, and after the computer shut down, he turned it upside down on the table.

She hurriedly grabbed some tissues and started wiping up the water.

"Senior, there's no hair dryer in the lab, I'll go back and get one," Guan Hongming explained as he wiped the water off the keyboard and screen.

Du Hai looked at his embarrassing junior brother, but didn't blame him.

Fortunately, I didn't drink any water, otherwise, I would have ended up like Guan Hongming.

This is no longer surprising.

This is absolutely mind-blowing!

It's worth noting that Du Hai worked himself to the bone for almost two years before finally publishing a Q3 SCI paper, and that was only after his teacher helped him with some things that couldn't be discussed.

The export of Fangziye articles is worth ten or twenty points, which has already broken through the limitations of the region.

What does it mean to have a foundational article in a top-tier journal? Basically, with this article, even if you're not a PhD, you can easily choose any teaching hospital in the province, except for top-tier tertiary hospitals.

Because it's hard to send.

Too many PhDs graduate with papers published in the second-tier journals.

Many associate professors and even professors have never published such high-level articles. This is already the ceiling that ordinary master's students can hear and see.

Do you really think that people who can publish in top journals like Nature and JAMA are people you can meet just by doing graduate school?

Remember, it must be visible.

"This is actually also my master's topic. I'm just a small-time hoodlum."

"Du Hai, there's no need to make such a fuss," Fang Ziye said.

Du Hai nodded: "I really envy you, senior brother..."

"I need to use the restroom, senior. The restroom is to turn right after you exit the building, then turn left and you'll see it..."

Du Hai left quickly.

However, he didn't go out to use the restroom; he went to call his teacher.

Zhang Mingcan had just finished surgery.

After hearing Du Hai's report over the phone, his face instantly darkened, and his scalp tingled slightly.

What kind of pervert is this?
You're risking your life to entice him by publishing an article that scores over 20 points.

“Master, I think it's possible that Senior Brother Fang doesn't care about most of the results. What should we do? Should we just follow him and learn slowly?” Du Hai asked again.

"Take your time to learn. Those who have seen the world are destined to be overlooked by ordinary cosmetics."

"You still have to rely on yourself, Xiao Hai." Zhang Mingcan's voice carried a hint of helplessness.

"Sigh." There was more helplessness in the sigh.

"Master, do you mean that your attempt to invite an associate professor to provide guidance also failed?" Du Hai asked cryptically.

Because the sentence Zhang Mingcan taught him and Guan Hongming the most was that everything in reality is mostly an exchange of interests and resources.

Only by properly allocating resources can we control the overall situation.

But it seems that the resources his master understands are not things he can exchange, so he can't control them.

(End of this chapter)