top student at medical school

Chapter 190: Went out hunting in the wild, and his house was robbed.

"Ziye, whatever you want to eat, just say the word." Wu Xuanqi drove there. He took Fang Ziye to the underground parking garage, got into an Audi, and patted his slightly bulging pockets as he opened the car door.

The meaning is obvious: the hard-earned money can be used to treat others.

"Senior Brother Wu, I'm fine with anything, I'm not picky about food." Fang Ziye turned on his phone screen and glanced at the time, which was 10:47 PM.

He was hesitating whether it would be appropriate to send a message to Luo Tingzhu, whom he hadn't contacted in a long time, in front of Wu Xuanqi.

"Then let's go get some skewers together." Wu Xuanqi seemed less concerned with what they ate and more with who they ate with and how they chatted.

"Come on, get in the car, I'll take you to a pretty nice place." Wu Xuanqi acted as if he knew Enshi very well.

His voice and demeanor were very mature. In front of Fang Ziye, he acted like an older brother and a superior, and he wouldn't allow Fang Ziye to play the role of a charming and cunning man in front of him.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Wu."

After getting in the car, Wu Xuanqi stepped on the gas and drove off. Since it was late April and summer was approaching, he didn't bother to warm up the car.

Fang Ziye also replied to Luo Tingzhu's message while Wu Xuanqi was looking for the exit in the underground parking garage: "The two surgeries are finally finished. The results are acceptable."

Fang Ziye was a little vain.

The life and death of the two patients had little to do with him. Even with Liu Linjie, who had nine patients, it made no difference whether he was there or not. At most, there would be more blood loss. His operation did not even save him any time during the surgery.

If Zhang Yu, who was 11 years old, hadn't tried it himself, he would probably be an amputee by now.

As Liu Linjie finished his surgery in room 9, I noticed that because I had requested a few more procedures, I had gained over 900 knowledge points without consuming any knowledge points.

Fang Ziye's heart pounded wildly.

So this is the right way to access knowledge; manual repositioning techniques, laboratories, clinics—these are all trivial matters.

Only genuine first aid in this way can be the true source of a wealth of knowledge.

Naturally, Fang Ziye knew that it would require a certain amount of fate for him to come into contact with such patients, and he estimated that it would be many years before he could routinely treat such high-end terminal illnesses.

But at least we met, so it must have been fate.

Seeing that his knowledge points had reached 2001, Fang Ziye felt particularly at ease.

As long as he has enough knowledge, Fang Ziye remains completely calm.

Luo Tingzhu was probably doing an experiment, so she didn't reply to the message, and Fang Ziye put his phone away.

I've been away from home for too long, and the battery is almost empty.

Wu Xuanqi finally drove out of the underground parking garage, scanning a QR code to pay while complaining, "I think there should be a parking ticket system at the entrance of the operating room."

"You know, I came over to help out, and I have to pay five yuan for parking? That's a huge loss. And they won't even reimburse me for the gas." Wu Xuanqi, with the air of a seasoned veteran, joked with Fang Ziye.

"Senior Brother Wu, you can give Director Zhang some advice," Fang Ziye replied with a smile.

"I've already made the suggestion, but Director Zhang isn't doing a good job. It's not just Director Zhang; it's the same at Minzu University Hospital and People's Hospital—you have to pay for parking."

"Next time I plan to take a taxi, I'll just give them the receipt."

"Oh, by the way, Ziye, where's Professor Shen? I didn't see him in the operating room today. Professor Shen's skills are pretty good, aren't they?"

"If he were here, he should be able to handle things like limb preservation surgery or pelvic hematoma, right?" Wu Xuanqi wondered.

Although Shen Tao from Hubei Provincial People's Hospital may not be as adept at handling hematomas as he is, the chances of saving a life in an emergency are very high.

At Hubei Provincial People's Hospital, they must have experienced dangerous cases like pelvic hematoma, and limb-sparing surgery could be an option.

"It's almost the end of the month, and Teacher Shen took a few days off in advance, saying she wanted to go back to celebrate her child's birthday. She boarded the bullet train at 10 a.m., and the emergency room visit here was at 2 p.m.!"

"Professor Shen Tao would probably have arrived in Tian City by then," Fang Ziye explained with a wry smile.

Actually, it's perfectly normal for Shen Tao to go home at the end of the month. He doesn't go home every week, which is already better than many doctors who go to rural areas to provide support.

Shen Tao was unaware of the unexpected situation that would occur today. They were almost at Han City. Even if Shen Tao were to return, it would be better to simply invite a professor or expert from Han City to come over.

By the time they arrive from Han City, the daylily will probably be too cold.

"I see. Then there's nothing we can do." Wu Xuanqi turned the steering wheel all the way to the left and nodded in understanding.

She continued, "This Professor Shen Tao is quite interesting. He was originally four years ahead of me, but now he's probably five years ahead."

"He's only been an attending physician for 3 or 4 years, and he's already going to be promoted to associate professor."

"His professional skills are actually not outstanding, but I guess you don't know, Xiao Fang, that Shen Tao is an absolute academic giant, right?"

"Huh?" Fang Ziye was very surprised.

Because Fang Ziye said he didn't know, and Fang Ziye really didn't know.

"That's about two articles with an impact factor of around 20. Heh. He must have a pretty good relationship with your teacher." Wu Xuanqi's current perspective is more advanced than Fang Ziye's.

Because of his young age, he also has some understanding of the social networks of the younger generation of doctors.

"Yes, Teacher Shen did say that my relationship with my teacher is pretty good. But I didn't know anything about what you're talking about, Senior Brother Wu," Fang Ziye replied honestly.

"Of course you wouldn't know. Wei has such a brilliant academic friend. It would be strange if you knew Shen Tao was so amazing beforehand."

“Given Brother Wei’s personality,” Wu Xuanqi said, getting a little carried away. He glanced at Fang Ziye, but considering that Fang Ziye was Yuan Weihong’s student, he didn’t continue.

The conversation paused briefly, then Wu Xuanqi started talking again...

The barbecue stall that Wu Xuanqi mentioned is not far from Enshi Central Hospital.

Upon arrival, Fang Ziye and Wu Xuanqi each ordered some food and then waited for their meal.

At other tables nearby, friends were shouting and urging each other to drink and play drinking games, while others reminisced about the old days.

However, Fang Ziye and Wu Xuanqi were not so lively. Fang Ziye patiently asked, "Senior brother, you just said so much, all of which are from our hospital, the Provincial People's Hospital, and Xiehe Hospital."

"Senior, Tongji Hospital, where you work, is a top-tier trauma hospital. You must have some really outstanding professors there, right? Could you give me a little background information?"

Wu Xuanqi casually picked up the iced beer that Fang Ziye had poured for him, and smirked slightly: "You're trying to tempt me into making a mistake, aren't you? Nobody boasts."

"If I told you about our hospital, wouldn't that just be pure bragging?"

Fang Ziye smiled and said, "Senior Brother Wu, does Tongji Hospital need to brag about itself? It's already amazing enough."

Wu Xuanqi sighed, "To be honest, in our Tongji Hospital, Zhong Chenyuan, who is around the same age as Yuan Weihong and Shen Tao, is not particularly outstanding."

"In the field of trauma surgery, Dong Dongsheng from Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Yuan Weihong from Zhongnan Hospital, or Shen Tao from the Provincial People's Hospital are probably not on the same level."

"But my senior brother Long Yuan is quite capable. He's quite close to someone from your hospital named Zhang Zixi, and both of them are quite skilled..."

"..."

Wu Xuanqi immediately told Fang Ziye a lot about people, which made Fang Ziye's mind a little confused.

"But it's okay. You'll probably know all these people by next month. Don't worry, if you can't remember them, you'll remember them all after having a drink next time." Wu Xuanqi saw that Fang Ziye's head was a bit big, so he stopped feeding him.

Instead, he changed the subject: "Ziye, I've heard that you have a very high talent for scientific research, and that you've accumulated a lot of research work so far?"

"Does Senior Brother Wu have a spy planted in our hospital?" Fang Ziye joked after chatting with Wu Xuanqi for a while. Wu Xuanqi straightened up, shamelessly replying, "No, my direct junior brother Lu Zhefu is a talent sent to your Zhongnan Hospital. How can you call him a spy?"

"It's just that we at Tongji University really don't have enough spots left, otherwise I wouldn't be willing to let my junior brother Lu go abroad."

Okay, Fang Ziye knows his senior brother Lu Zhefu. He is currently a first-year doctoral student and a newly promoted doctoral student under Professor Han Yuanxiao in the department. He will soon be a second-year doctoral student and is Xiong Jinhuan's direct senior brother.

"Ah, so Senior Brother Lu is Professor Duan's student. Senior Brother Lu has never mentioned it before." Fang Ziye sniffed.

Professor Duan Hong is a leading figure in trauma surgery in Hubei Province. He is currently the head and chairman of the Trauma Surgery Group of the Orthopedics Branch of the Hubei Medical Association.

Even Professor Deng Yong, who is currently the deputy leader and deputy director of the group, is a representative figure in trauma surgery in Hubei Province. Professor Deng Yong may have the opportunity to become the next academic leader of trauma surgery in Hubei Province, but he will have to fight hard.

Professor Duan Hong, on the other hand, was there after the battle was over.

Wu Xuanqi rolled his eyes upon hearing this: "It seems you haven't had much contact with Professor Deng Yong before, Ziye?"

"Otherwise, given the personal relationship between my master and Teacher Deng Yong, we should have met long ago."

"I was probably too inexperienced before, so I didn't catch Teacher Deng's eye," Fang Ziye readily admitted.

To be honest, among the top professors of the "Four Great Masters of Trauma Surgery," Fang Ziye only knows Professor Deng Yong. The other three, whether it is Professor Duan Hong from Tongji Hospital, Professor Qi Qiaowen from Union Hospital, or Professor An Luming from the Provincial People's Hospital, are still legendary figures in Fang Ziye's mind.

There was simply no opportunity to come into contact with or see it; we only heard about it from afar, as the level of understanding was far too different.

"But I can't compare to how outstanding you are, Senior Brother Wu." Fang Ziye had learned to flatter, something he had picked up from Wu Xuanqi.

"Get lost, stop talking nonsense here."

"To be honest, I really want Ziye to mentor me in basic experiments. My research skills are just too weak," Wu Xuanqi finally revealed his true intentions.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's eyes sharpened: "Senior Brother Wu, isn't Song Yi currently with you? Do you still need outside help?"

Although we don’t know how good Song Yi’s basic research is, he definitely has a knack for scientific research. Even Li Yuanpei was trembling when he compared his research with Song Yi. He had five SCI papers last year, and I wonder if he has eight or nine now.

"That was the original plan, but after Junior Brother Song came to Enshi, he was taken in by Dr. Chen and is now doing clinical research elsewhere."

“My senior colleague went back to become an associate professor, so it’s just my wife and me here, all alone with no one to take care of us. You should know that the value of clinical research projects is completely different from that of basic research projects, and the level of recognition they receive is completely different.”

"No matter how innovative surgical techniques are, they can't compare to the innovation and breakthroughs in basic scientific research."

"We can't change the overall environment, so we can only adapt to it. If you have the chance, Ziye, and you're free, could you help me take a look? Anyway, your senior brother isn't shameless. If you don't agree this time, I'll keep bothering you next time." Wu Xuanqi acted like a complete scoundrel.

But he's also very down-to-earth, speaking his mind directly, without any reservations or hidden agendas.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye thought for a while before saying, "Senior Brother Wu, I have a question for you."

"Go ahead. Say whatever you want." Wu Xuanqi even poured Fang Ziye an iced beer.

As May approaches, the weather alternates between cool and warm, making an ice-cold beer especially refreshing.

"It's about the materials that Senior Brother Wu forwarded to me last time. I studied them systematically, but it seems that your current research progress is only at the level of fracture classification and manual reduction methods, right?"

Fang Ziye very accurately clarified the research level of Wu Xuanqi's clinical research on manual reduction techniques.

Wu Xuanqi nodded: "Yes, this is something that Dr. Chen and I summarized together. It shows which reduction techniques are suitable for different fracture types. It can be considered a small breakthrough."

“At least point-to-point matching is supported by clinical data and corroborated by statistical data…”

Wu Xuanqi secretly boasted to himself.

Right? Your older brother here has some skills, you know. I can handle these kinds of breakthroughs and clinical projects that break through cognitive limitations. You won't lose out by working with me, Ziye.

"Senior, I'll get straight to the point. The research topic you're currently studying is about the point-to-point influence of methodology. That is, one type of fracture classification corresponds to one type of indication for closed reduction of fracture."

"Is that right?" Fang Ziye asked again to confirm.

Wu Xuanqi's depth of work is this much. Although it has broken through the previous point-to-point relationship, it is still a corresponding relationship. It is not a systematic evaluation and research system developed by him and Lan Tianluo from the bottom logic.

When Wu Xuanqi saw Fang Ziye asking such detailed questions, he immediately panicked: "What are you trying to say?"

Fang Ziye touched his earlobe and said, "Senior brother, I may have gone a little deeper into your topic, but it won't affect your results, the progress of your research, or the publication of your article."

"My junior colleague and I did not apply any of the results or directional guidance you gave me. We were inspired by this and, from the perspective of physics and mechanics, used data statistics and model building to conduct a systematic analysis of fracture classification, surgical indications and manual reduction indications."

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he saw that Wu Xuanqi's expression had gone numb.

But I still forced myself to say, "Senior, I didn't steal it. This is based on the most basic principles. I built my own model and conducted analysis and statistics using relatively pure data and mechanical structures. The correspondence between this model and the existing fracture classifications corresponding to your manual reduction method is completely consistent!"

This point needs to be made clear.

Wu Xuanqi's research focuses primarily on the relationship between manual reduction techniques and fracture classification.

However, Fang Ziye's research focuses on redefining and summarizing the classification of fractures.

To put it more simply, if Wu Xuanqi was studying phenomena, then Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo were delving into a realm closer to the essence of things.

Scientific research is not a private domain; it doesn't mean that once you've researched a particular direction, that direction is exclusively yours.

For example, take a pathway for osteosarcoma. Even in China, there might be dozens or even hundreds of research teams working on it. Can you say that if you research it first, you get all of it? There's no such thing.

Wu Xuanqi's expression and the corners of his mouth twitched. His tongue kept sticking out, licking his lips, and then quickly retracting, as if his mouth was very dry and needed to be moistened to make his lips feel more comfortable.

This happened more than ten times, and Wu Xuanqi's lips twitched again.

His body swayed from side to side for a while.

Finally, I accepted this reality.

Fang Ziye stabbed his most prized homestead into the Earth's core.

Fang Ziye abruptly cut off his proudest achievement—the connection between manual reduction and fracture analysis—by focusing solely on the purest data model. In terms of sheer depth, his research was incomparable to Fang Ziye's.

But what can be done? Fang Ziye only got an inspiration; he didn't steal all my data and then publish it himself, preventing me from publishing it.

"Okay~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

Wu Xuanqi took a full seven or eight seconds to finish writing a single line.

He then continued with the next word:

"Bar!"

"You're awesome, you're arrogant, you're amazing." Wu Xuanqi started to feel a headache coming on.

Who the hell is this guy?!

Even though his hometown was robbed, Wu Xuanqi still had to thank Fang Ziye.

Because Wu Xuanqi's current research topic is actually detached from the manual repositioning techniques of traditional Chinese medicine, it has a mysterious phenomenological summary. It is possible to publish articles, but if the reasoning is flawed, others may reject or even refute them.

However, Fang Ziye provided the most fundamental analysis of this phenomenon based on the most basic mathematical principles, which supports his research viewpoint and may even become the absolute pillar of his future research direction.

This pillar, however, was not something we created ourselves.

It's like building your own house, but the pillars and beams belong to someone else; it implies a dependence on others.

(End of this chapter)