top student at medical school

Chapter 175 Yuan Family's Method of Making Friends
Twenty minutes later.

While Lan Tianlu was eating, Yuan Weihong sat down in front of Lan Tianlu's computer and carefully and cautiously moved the middle mouse button up and down.

"Is it good? Is it enough for you, Tianluo?" Yuan Weihong asked softly and gently, his tone full of concern even though he didn't turn his head.

Lan Tianluo's skin was already fair, and he nodded emphatically: "Master, the portion size and taste of this restaurant's rice bowls have always been good. I often eat here."

"I'm glad you think it tastes good. After my class, I'll treat you and Jie Han to a nice meal."

"No, eat a few more meals."

"Everyone has worked hard during this time, and there is still a long period of hard work ahead." Yuan Weihong's eyes were filled with tears of relief, and his tone was full of heartache. At the same time, his gaze towards Lan Tianluo was slightly red, but also showed a stubbornness.

Who can understand him?
During his doctoral studies, many of his research findings were taken away by his senior classmates. At that time, his future was uncertain, his job was unsettled, and his mentor also passed away unexpectedly.

In this way, Yuan Weihong had no choice but to approach Professor Deng Yong and bravely enter the training room.

That is why he treats his students extremely well.

Perhaps Yuan Weihong felt a sense of affection for Fang Ziye as his first disciple and first student. But the reason he treated Fang Ziye so well was because Yuan Weihong himself had suffered and been drenched in cold rain, and therefore wanted to make sure his students suffered as little as possible.

Yuan Weihong never asked for anything in return for his efforts.

But the world is just that unfair. Sometimes you get things even if you don't want anything in return, but when you need help, all your friends and family will scatter when you fall.

However, just when you're putting in effort without expecting a return, fate presents you with a scenario where your efforts will inevitably be rewarded.

“Master, don’t you always say that as long as there is a reward for your efforts, then such hard work is the most meaningful and worthwhile?”

As Lan Tianluo spoke, he wiped his mouth with a piece of paper to remove the oil stains, as a sign of respect for his teacher.

"Master, since I arrived, I've relied entirely on you and my fellow disciples to guide me. Otherwise, I wouldn't know what to do." Lan Tianlu smiled, pursing her lips.

He himself was a latecomer to the field, partly because of his love for it, and partly for other reasons.

But after some time, Lan Tianluo realized that all he had left was affection.

It feels so good to strive together, work hard together, and reap the rewards together.

Moreover, Yuan Weihong, Fang Ziye, and others trusted him completely and never considered whether he had made any data processing errors. They never hesitated when entrusting him with a lot of important information.

At that time, I was just a junior resident trainee.

Lan Tianluo had never experienced this level of trust and support elsewhere.

Originally, Lan Tianluo did not intend to delve deeply into the medical field.

But Jie Han's frenzied publication of articles spurred on him, who was equally passionate about mathematics. So he saw it with envy and wanted to prove himself, so he also wanted to publish.

Then, after looking at some data with Fang Ziye and briefly showcasing himself, Fang Ziye, Jie Han, and even his current master all strongly supported him.

To what extent did they support him? Yuan Weihong was willing to forgo his own promotion just to bring him into the team.

The unreserved guidance from Senior Brother Ziye and the patient instruction from Jiehan made Lan Tianlu feel that the atmosphere was simply wonderful.

Gradually, Lan Tianluo found his place as a pillar within the group.

The workload in the research group was not evenly distributed; in fact, he and Jie Han shared a significant portion of Fang Ziye's workload.

But Fang Ziye never felt that there was anything wrong with it.

"Don't know what to do? Then just stay in your ignorance." Yuan Weihong joked as he gave Lan Tianlu a thumbs up.

After a moment of contemplation, Yuan Weihong said, "This matter may require you to take on the entire responsibility. Your two senior brothers and I will only be your assistants."

"There's nothing we can do about it. We're completely clueless when it comes to data model processing and building. But if you need any help, whether it's money or manpower, just let us know."

"At that time, this article will be co-authored by you and Senior Brother Ziye."

Lan Tianlu hurriedly waved his hand: "Master, raising a question is harder than solving it, isn't it? Isn't it inappropriate to just claim a co-authorship?"

"What's inappropriate about that?"

"Raising questions is harder than solving them, and that requires a relevant professional background."

"In this research area, solving problems is much more difficult than raising them, and it also requires special opportunities, such as talent like you, to solve them."

"You can gradually delve deeper into the subject. If you encounter any theoretical problems, consult Ziye."

"You and Ziye can leave the writing, submission, and editing to yourselves for now. Jiehan and I will handle that," Yuan Weihong said, assigning the tasks as he spoke.

The series of joyous and shocking events left Yuan Weihong feeling quite unsettled.

So, after making these arrangements, Yuan Weihong said, "Take your time eating. After you finish, go and rest. I have class this afternoon. The mission direction has been determined."

"The next issue is resolving the problems and providing funding. I'll talk to Professor Deng Yong about that later..."

“Yes, Master.” Lan Tianluo nodded.

"Then I'll be going now," Yuan Weihong asked.

"Mmm." Lan Tianluo's mouth was full of rice, making him look like a pale, simple-minded person.

Yuan Weihong walked back and affectionately ruffled Lan Tianluo's hair. "You little rascal!"

……

On his way from the laboratory building to the functional science laboratory, Yuan Weihong whistled and swayed as he walked, in an extremely good mood.

As he was walking down the street, his good friend Shen Tao called him.

"Brother Wei, Ziye told me that your article is finally finished? Where do you plan to submit it?"

"JAMA?" Shen Tao asked with a hint of bitterness in his voice.

"Hey, I haven't decided yet. I'll just put my vote wherever they want. I'll just put a vote for anything above 20 points to get by," Yuan Weihong said casually.

Shen Tao is currently in the outpatient doctors' lounge at Enshi Central Hospital.

He has outpatient duties at Enshi Central Hospital, one day a week, which can be considered a form of assistance and expanding the source of patients.

“Yuan Weihong, if I were still in Wuhan, you might have already been beaten up.”

"Ah?" Yuan Weihong smiled dismissively.

"Hey, did someone hit me? Is anyone there?"

"Did someone hit me?"

"Get lost!" Shen Tao said, unable to bear Yuan Weihong's irritating appearance any longer, and wanted to hang up the phone.

"No, Brother Tao, let's talk, let's keep talking." Yuan Weihong's tone was distinctly cheeky.

Then he sighed:

"Come on, let's keep chatting. It's perfect timing. I only have some free time recently. I'll probably be exhausted for the rest of the time."

"Oh? What, you finally couldn't sit still anymore and wanted to go to the countryside? You can't bear to leave your students?"

Shen Tao knew that Yuan Weihong was also about to be promoted to associate senior physician. To be promoted to associate chief physician, one needed grassroots work experience, so experience in counterpart support or assistance was one of the essential requirements.

"Ugh, don't you dare mention him to me anymore. Just thinking about him makes me want to beat him up."

"They're always causing me trouble, never giving me a moment's peace, not even letting me catch my breath," Yuan Weihong said with a tone of disdain.

Shen Tao immediately fell for it: "Oh?"

"Ziye has this side to him too. Tell me more? Let me have a good laugh."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong immediately laughed and said, "Brother Tao, let me tell you, your brother has a hard life."

"Ziye isn't a student at all; he's like a boss. As soon as he finished his experiment, he dumped the rest of the work on me. Tell me, is this something a student should do?"

"Right? Any student with a modicum of filial piety would finish their assignments before doing their own thing."

"And what's most infuriating is that he didn't stop causing trouble in Enshi, he actually..."

"Tell me, am I unlucky? I just finished writing this paper, and I haven't even had a chance to submit it or publish it yet."

"Hello, hello, hello!"

"It's dead! Holy crap." Yuan Weihong's mouth curved into a crescent moon, and he was naturally in a great mood.

Then put your hands behind your back and gently hum a tune you often hum.

"It seems like a pair of lovebirds shouldn't exist in this era."
But who can escape the sorrows of the world?
Flowery World, Mandarin Ducks and Butterflies
Why strive for heaven when one is already mad on earth?
Why not sleep gently together?
......"

Yuan Weihong was in an extremely good mood, almost floating on his feet, and the way he hummed a tune went without saying.

Before long, Yuan Weihong saw an old acquaintance, the guy sitting next to Yuan Weihong in the clinic who had once mocked him, the brother who had been blasted out by Yuan Weihong's loud Versailles-style speech.

"Hey, Brother Qing." Yuan Weihong immediately looked worried.

Go up and say hello.

"Brother Wei, what's wrong?" The man called Brother Qing had a defensive expression.

He only remembered that he had been Versailles in front of Yuan Weihong several times, and Yuan Weihong had not yet returned the favor, so he was even more wary.

"Brother Qing, my life is so hard..." Yuan Weihong wiped his eyes and walked over, beginning to sincerely complain.

five minutes later.

The person called Qing Ge was originally planning to go towards the outpatient department, while Yuan Weihong was going to the functional laboratory of the School of Basic Medical Sciences, so they were supposed to go the same way.

But Brother Qing turned it ninety degrees!
"Hey, Qing-ge, where are you going? Aren't you going to an emergency consultation? The road is this way."

"I'll treat your grandpa Yuan Weihong!" Qing Ge cursed, turning his back on Yuan Weihong and giving him the middle finger before turning away without looking back.

"Tch, no manners."

"And he's swearing." Yuan Weihong touched his hair and suddenly felt that his receding hairline had a rather unique texture.

(End of this chapter)