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Chapter 174 Yuan Weihong: This is too hard for me
“Master.” When Lan Tianluo found Yuan Weihong, Yuan Weihong was still eating in the teaching and research lounge of the Functional Science Experiment Building.

Lan Tianluo, of medium build, knocked on the door and entered, calling out to Yuan Weihong, but swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

However, Lan Tianluo had only taken a few steps when he was suddenly caught off guard by a junior sister's words.

"Teacher Yuan, this senior brother who came this time is not as handsome as the one last time."

"Where's Senior Brother Fang?" A pretty girl asked boldly while eating, putting Lan Tianluo in a supporting role.

Hearing this, Yuan Weihong looked slightly embarrassed.

"Your senior brother Fang went to a prefecture-level city hospital for exchanges, okay?"

"Tianluo, have you had lunch? If not, I'll order you some." Yuan Weihong knew that if Lan Tianluo wasn't going to the training room or laboratory with Jie Han at this hour, something important must be going on.

Yuan Weihong dared not underestimate any of the three students just because Fang Ziye had conducted all the experiments.

Jie Han's text editing skills and Lan Tianluo's data analysis skills are top-notch in any company. Coupled with Fang Ziye's formidable experimental skills, Yuan Weihong has already foreseen that his small research group is about to take off. They might even rise from the ashes and stand out from Professor Deng Yong's laboratory, or even break away and overthrow the old landlord.

The research group just finished editing the first draft of the article yesterday. It's understandable that Lan Tianluo might have felt that some data wasn't processed properly and came back to revise it.

After all, Lan Tianluo's unique and clear thinking in data visualization and experimental model processing was something Yuan Weihong had longed for but never dared to imagine before.

That's why Yuan Weihong was willing to postpone his promotion just to get this kid into his team.

Despite being in a privileged position, Yuan Weihong allowed someone else to steal the spotlight; that was his own dereliction of duty.

Life is a long journey, and we shouldn't dwell on the gains or losses of a single city or place.

"Teacher Yuan, what about Senior Brother Fang's WeChat ID?" The bold girl asked while eating politely.

"Go away, why are you asking so many questions? How dare you covet your senior brother now? Beware of fire, theft, and senior brothers, didn't your counselors teach you that?" Yuan Weihong's lips twitched. He felt that he might have gotten too close to these students, so they all started to act cheeky.

"Giggle cluck..."

"Teacher Yuan, what era are we living in? Senior brother is the best, isn't he?"

"Besides, we're both at the age where we can freely choose our partners."

Seeing these mischievous yet confident and generous young people, Yuan Weihong knew he couldn't win the argument, so he simply took his lunchbox and left first, letting them occupy the teaching and research office. Is that alright?
He gave in.

Lan Tianlu watched as his master, looking pitiful, carried his lunchbox and walked towards the corridor, then pushed open the door and headed towards the stairwell.

Seeing his master sit down on the steps in a very down-to-earth manner, Lan Tianluo exchanged bewildered glances with him.

Yuan Weihong continued eating: "Tianluo, if there's a problem with the data, just say so. Anyway, the article is only a first draft now, and it's normal for us to revise it for a month or two."

"There's no need to be so formal."

Lan Tianlu thought about it carefully before saying, "Master, I might have a lot to say. Maybe I should order some takeout first."

It's impossible to explain my situation with Senior Brother Ziye in just a few words.

Lan Tianluo quickly opened the food delivery platform, selected a boxed meal, placed another order, and modified the address at the same time.

Yuan Weihong didn't hold back in vying for it either.

The importance attached to a student is never about treating him to a meal. Lan Tianlu is still a resident physician and receives a considerable monthly stipend.

After quickly editing the delivery address, Lan Tianluo said, "Master, it's like this, after my senior brother went to En City, he encountered..."

Lan Tianluo explained the whole story first, and then when he looked at Yuan Weihong, he found that Yuan Weihong had already stopped eating. Moreover, there were two limp potato shreds hanging on his chopsticks, and two grains of rice stuck between the separated chopsticks.

I guess sometime earlier, the food I was about to put in my mouth stopped in mid-air, and my whole body went numb.

“Master, that’s roughly the idea. I’ve only worked on the first model, and I’ve already found this approach to be excellent.”

"We need to review all the existing classifications one by one, and then remodel them. Through existing muscle strength measurements and bone density analysis, we can determine which fracture classifications are actually stable fractures that can be self-fixed or passively fixed through manual reduction."

"Furthermore, some fractures can definitely be fixed by modifying the fixation device, such as using external fixation devices. However, such fixation devices are different from traditional plaster casts..."

"Master, Master..."

As Lan Tianluo was talking, she noticed that Yuan Weihong's eyes were no longer moving, and she became a little worried.

Yuan Weihong immediately jolted awake, and his hands lost all strength.

The lunchbox in his left hand and the chopsticks in his right hand both fell to the ground. But Yuan Weihong had no time to care whether he had dirtied the ground, how much food was left in the lunchbox, or what state the chopsticks were in.

After lightly patting the food and oil stains off his trousers, Yuan Weihong immediately stood up: "Come with me, let's take a closer look at your model."

Yuan Weihong is a researcher, so he knows the clinical significance of what Lan Tianluo is doing at this time, as well as its ability to shake up the classification of fractures in trauma surgery.

Currently, most clinical departments, especially orthopedics, except for hand surgery, use foreign classification standards for common subtypes.

If we could surpass foreign researchers in these fractal types and then include our own fractal types in textbooks, that would be the dream of any researcher.

Even if it's just the beginning, just a possibility, it's enough for Yuan Weihong to take it seriously and even work towards it for ten or twenty years...

Yuan Weihong was pleasantly surprised but not flustered. Although he was a little flustered and excited, his steps were not too shaky.

As they walked, he asked, "Have you asked Ziye? Can we currently analyze this using modern medical methods?"

"Will this cause conflict or other issues with that traditional Chinese medicine doctor?"

"never mind!"

“I’ll call and ask myself!” Yuan Weihong asked several questions in a row, but then he simply took Lan Tianluo to the elevator. He planned to deal with the matter in his office in the laboratory.

Yuan Weihong felt that nowhere else was particularly convenient.

"My senior brother said there shouldn't be any problem. The old Chinese medicine doctor and Senior Brother Wu from Tongji Hospital only analyzed the fracture classification and indications for manual reduction."

"We, on the other hand, go even further, directly analyzing the classification of fractures and the indications and contraindications of manual reduction from the perspectives of mechanics and fixation principles. The basic data we rely on comes from existing clinical and research databases, or we can measure the maximum strength of muscles ourselves..." Lan Tianluo didn't know much, so this was the only way he could explain it to Yuan Weihong.

“Okay.” Yuan Weihong had no doubts.

He had always trusted Fang Ziye's steadiness, but he needed to confirm it again later.

After getting off the elevator, walk quickly towards the laboratory building, and then get back on the elevator.

Throughout the journey, Yuan Weihong and Lan Tianlu remained silent.

However, Lan Tianluo knew that his teacher, Yuan Weihong, was extremely nervous and excited at the moment, so much so that he was constantly tapping something with the index and middle fingers of his right hand.

One moment it was the side of his thigh, the next it was the elevator, then it was a passing pillar, then a passing plant—he tapped on them all…

This constant banging and silence continued even inside the laboratory!
Yuan Weihong went straight to an office in the laboratory, and locked the door as soon as he entered.

Pointing at Lan Tianluo, he calmly analyzed, "Pour yourself two cups of tea. Change your delivery address."

"Then I'll open the model you've finished. I'll call your senior colleague first to confirm the reliability of this matter and the depth of research from other teams. If we're sure this isn't a case of stealing the job, then our research center for a long time to come will be dedicated to redefining and analyzing fracture classifications!"

Upon hearing this, Lan Tianlu smiled and nodded in a simple and honest manner.

I rubbed my hands together, opened my backpack, and was about to take out my laptop when I remembered that the delivery address for the takeout was still in the mechanics lab building, so I changed it first.

After making the revisions, he listened to Yuan Weihong and his senior brother's excited, almost trembling voices, and secretly felt a sense of satisfaction.

Lan Tianluo was certain of one thing: his research group was about to take off in Wuhu.

Because regardless of whether the grant application is rejected or whether Professor Yuan Weihong is promoted this year, once the group's articles are published and the research project is successfully completed, Yuan Weihong may not be eligible for the position of associate chief physician.

It is very likely that he directly skipped the title of associate professor or even professor.

Moreover, even if Professor Yuan Weihong doesn't win the Excellent Young Scientist award this year, he can still look forward to the Outstanding Young Scientist award that Associate Professor Hong Zili is vying for.

What kind of "Outstanding Young Scientist" award is this?

Just after Yuan Weihong finished his phone call with Fang Ziye, Lan Tianluo had just brewed two cups of tea using disposable paper cups.

Lan Tianluo immediately sensed that his master had returned.

Because, after hanging up the phone, Yuan Weihong finally reverted to his true nature.

Holding the phone in his right hand, he stomped his foot and said with a droopy face, "This is so damn hard, I can't even rest when I want to..."

That's so Yuan Weihong.

(End of this chapter)