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Chapter 191 Rescuing People is Difficult! (Please Subscribe)

“Senior Brother Wu, if you feel it’s not quite right, my junior brother and I can make you the first author of this article,” Fang Ziye suggested after thinking for a while.

"No!" Wu Xuanqi reached out his hand.

Then he waved his hand and said, "Although I am down-to-earth, I am not shameless. The research topic you are doing has only a tiny bit of connection with mine. You want me to be the first author? I can't afford to lose face like that."

"If Teacher Deng Yong doesn't hit me, my master will scold me mercilessly."

"However, judging from this, I probably wouldn't be at your level to cooperate with you. So I won't even mention the word 'cooperation'."

Wu Xuanqi quickly regained his composure.

His eyes darted around for a moment, then he asked, "How about this, Ziye? I have some spare cash on hand right now. Why don't you come over and help me out? You can just write my name on the contact form, and you can decide the rest yourself."

"According to the rules, the research funding I request must be linked to my contact information, and your written statement and project funding also need a project funding number."

Is this okay?

Wu Xuanqi offered a compromise, but this compromise actually resulted in Wu Xuanqi suffering a huge loss.

Paying money makes you the boss.

Yuan Weihong's research funding, intended for Fang Ziye to conduct experiments, requires Fang to be the corresponding author—that's a certainty.

However, Yuan Weihong not only provided the money but also the direction, which naturally benefited him more.

Right now, Wu Xuanqi just wants to give money so that Fang Ziye can do experiments and learn at the same time. He only takes one corresponding author position, leaving the first author, second author, etc., to Fang Ziye to arrange as he sees fit.

This is actually quite generous. Otherwise, if the positions were reversed, Fang Ziye might only be given a first authorship and some funding subsidies, while Wu Xuanqi would arrange for someone else to be credited.

These are completely different concepts, so in fact Wu Xuanqi suffered a loss.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye first raised his wine glass, then said to Wu Xuanqi, "Senior Brother Wu, this is not a good idea. Since we are in a cooperative relationship, we should rank ourselves according to our contributions."

"It doesn't have to be the result of our Communist Party's experiment, so I have to arrange things." Fang Ziye is no longer a complete newbie, so he knows that different contributions to a research group or a research project should result in different rewards.

In such circumstances, unequal distribution is what constitutes robbery, not stealing credit from others.

"Although I don't have a lot of funds right now, I still have some," Fang Ziye said, not arrogantly, but also to express his support to Wu Xuanqi.

To a certain extent, given that the group still has sufficient funds, it's impossible for me to work for someone else; it's never going to happen in my life.

Unless my research group is completely out of funding, I can go out and work, just like I did before when I worked for Associate Professor Hong Zili's group and Professor Deng Yong's group.

But now that Fang Ziye has money, why would he need to do any menial work? Fang Ziye isn't a lowly person.

"I might start doing some basic research later. If you have time, or if someone you've arranged is available, you can come over and we can discuss it together," Fang Ziye explained.

I'll pay for you to come and learn. If you can help, then help; if you can't, then just watch from the sidelines.

Those who take people have short hands and eat people with soft mouths.

Wu Xuanqi's methods weren't entirely ethical either. Fang Ziye knew he couldn't outmaneuver Wu Xuanqi, so he simply refused to play along and decided to do his own thing.

Having surplus grain at home means peace of mind.

This was spare money that Professor Deng Yong had prepared before going to the countryside, so that he wouldn't be tempted by research funding.

It was only then that Fang Ziye realized that Professor Deng Yong's previous arrangements were actually quite reasonable.

Upon hearing this, Wu Xuanqi's heart skipped a beat, and he was secretly surprised: "Ziye also has his own budget?"

This is no easy feat. Wu Xuanqi himself is a PhD, and he knows that it is very difficult for a PhD to have their own dedicated funding.

Since Fang Ziye doesn't know his teacher Duan Hong and has never met him, he must have first made a name for himself with Deng Yong.

Unexpectedly, Fang Ziye revealed quite a lot.

“There is some, Senior Brother Wu. But it might not be enough. If Senior Brother Wu is willing to contribute, we can collaborate on a research project.”

"Currently, it should be around 800,000 to 900,000," Fang Ziye reported proactively.

Fang Ziye thought to himself that this amount of money should be enough for most basic research projects, but it was still far from enough to access the kind of cutting-edge scientific research that Luo Tingzhu sent him, such as establishing cell lines or creating animal models.

"Farewell!" Upon hearing this, Wu Xuanqi stood up and left.

Because it's no longer playable.

Wu Xuanqi originally thought that he was definitely among the best-performing students during his doctoral studies. He was not even a third-year doctoral student yet, but he had more than 500,000 yuan in funding, which was more than that of the graduate supervisors in his department who had received the Young Scientists Fund.

This guy should be pretty good at fighting once he gets out there, right?

Fang Ziye just casually mentioned eight or nine hundred thousand? I'd never play with that!

I'm pretending to be a turtle while carrying the blame, but you're a real, unyielding turtle. What's the point of me touching you?

The exchange failed.

Of course, Wu Xuanqi was just having a little fun. After taking a couple of steps, he turned back and said, "Come on, let's stop chatting and drink together and become brothers!"

Seeing that Wu Xuanqi was no longer trying to be clever, Fang Ziye was quite happy to be friends with him.

Friends are friends, there are no conflicts of interest, and not too much social nicety. For someone as professionally capable as Wu Xuanqi, having another friend is a great thing.

“Senior Brother Wu, then I’ll toast you,” Fang Ziye said.

"Sure, no problem."

"Even if the deal falls through, we can still be on good terms. Let's keep in touch in the future." Wu Xuanqi finished his drink and touched his nose, clearly a little embarrassed because his attempt to show off had failed.

"Ziye, actually I rarely show off, do you believe me?" Wu Xuanqi simply tore off his fig leaf.

Fang Ziye nodded: "I can tell."

If Wu Xuanqi liked to show off, he wouldn't have such a down-to-earth demeanor. Not only does he act nonchalant with himself, but he also jokes around with Director Wu Guonan in an exceptionally casual way, making him seem cheeky.

What's the point of someone like that having a pretentious streak?

"Sigh, it's really a pity that I couldn't steal your man."

“If you weren’t Professor Deng Yong’s student, even if you were Professor Dong Yaohui’s student, I would still have to dig you up with a hoe and bring you to Professor Duan Hong’s place.”

"But Professor Deng Yong has been kind to me. Professor Deng Yong and Professor Duan Hong usually address each other as brothers, so I wouldn't dare to do such a thing."

"Otherwise, with Senior Brother Longyuan above us, Senior Brother Tailin above us, Song Yi above us, and you above us, we could definitely challenge for a place among the top-tier teams in the country!!"

Tongji Hospital's trauma surgery department is at best a top-tier team in China, but too many people would refuse to be ranked among the absolute elite.

Orthopedics, you know.

The three most powerful hospitals in Kyoto: Jishuitan Hospital, Kyoto Third Hospital, and Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

Shanghai also has its own few dominant hospitals: Huashan Hospital, Zhongshan Hospital, Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital, Ruijin Hospital, Shanghai Ninth People's Hospital, and West China Hospital...

So far, only Jishuitan Hospital and Kyoto Third Hospital can be considered top-tier in orthopedics, but they dare not say so openly. Most others are very polite.

"Senior Brother Wu, you flatter me too much. Actually, there's still a significant gap between me and many of the teachers." Fang Ziye recognized his current abilities.

"But you're still young," Wu Xuanqi said, neither confirming nor denying.

Fang Ziye's future is absolutely limitless.

Fang Ziye, however, was very self-aware: "Senior Brother Wu, although I am young, we all live in the present. You can't presume to take advantage of your potential future."

"It's like overspending. If you overspend too much and start taking things too seriously, then you'll lose."

Fang Ziye's words to Wu Xuanqi were actually filled with many emotions.

Speaking of talent, Wu Xuanqi, aren't you talented enough? If nothing unexpected happened, you would have already graduated with a doctorate and become an absolute "little tyrant" among the younger generation of doctors.

Yes, Fang Ziye had asked around about Wu Xuanqi.

Tongji Hospital, the "little tyrant" of trauma surgery, is definitely a match for its own "BBK" (a nickname for a top-tier hospital). But what was the final outcome?
A medical dispute turned Wu Xuanqi from a bully into a worker at Minzu University Hospital. If Wu Xuanqi hadn't been strong enough to get back on his feet, Minzu University Hospital would have been his final destination.

Use others as a mirror to see your own capabilities, avoid overspending, and take things one step at a time – that's the real way.

Otherwise, Fang Ziye felt he could easily fall into a state of superficiality.

There's nothing we can do; he probably never turned it off, so it's like he did. If someone can't find their place and is prone to getting carried away, it's like reading a novel where they start criticizing professors and don't even give academicians any face.

What are the Yangtze River Scholars, Outstanding Young Scientists, and Excellent Young Scientists?
I might be able to do that in the future, but not now. If I played like that, even with a perfect start, I could still lose everything.

The medical profession may not require a lot of interpersonal skills, but respect for a doctor is not just about your technical skills, but about how much you have brought to patients and to the world through your skills.

If you can't recognize this point, then when you face those elderly professors who can no longer perform surgery or conduct outpatient clinics, do you think you can insult them at will just because they are old?
The things they did in the past, the people they saved, the innovative techniques they developed, and the research they conducted—all of these have completely disappeared because they can no longer be done now.
That's not the case.

“You’re right,” Wu Xuanqi suddenly said, as if with a sigh.

He poured himself another beer, then emptied the bottle. Still not full, he opened another one: "Ziye, your attitude is excellent. I believe you can go very far in the future."

"Senior Brother Wu, you too? I believe that I will be unable to get around Senior Brother Wu, this inner demon, no matter how far I go."

“My master once said that you, Senior Brother Wu, will be a role model that I will strive to catch up with for a long time.”

"Then good luck!" Wu Xuanqi didn't keep him in suspense any longer.

The two bumped into each other.

The conversation then turned into questions from Wu Xuanqi asking Fang Ziye if he had a girlfriend and where she was.

Half an hour later, Wu Xuanqi's wife arrived at the barbecue stall to freeload a late-night snack.

Wu Xuanqi's wife's surname is Tang, and her given name is Tang Yue.

He is about the same age as Wu Xuanqi, around thirty years old, and is currently a chief physician at Minzu University Hospital who is providing counterpart support.

She is 1.75 meters tall, has a beautiful appearance, and is mature and generous. She is a very elegant woman.

She was dressed very fashionably. After getting closer, she sat down next to Wu Xuanqi, looking at him with seductive eyes. Then, turning to Fang Ziye, she was very open and generous, her words changing smoothly: "Wu Xuanqi, is this the junior brother you were talking about?"

“Yes, Professor Deng Yong’s doctorate is a role model for us to learn from.” Wu Xuanqi nodded, giving Fang Ziye a thumbs up while carefully helping Tang Yue hang her backpack.

Then he turned around and called out, "Boss, bring another bottle of soy milk."

Tang Yue then tidied her hair with an air of sophistication, then skillfully tied it up, and said with a smile, "Dr. Fang, I can't drink alcohol because I'm allergic to it. Otherwise, I could have a drink with you all."

"Sit down. Don't be so formal," Tang Yue said quickly when she saw Fang Ziye standing.

"It's alright, it's alright, Senior Brother Wu. What should I call her? Should I call her Senior Sister or Sister-in-law?" Fang Ziye didn't know what to call her, so he asked Wu Xuanqi for his opinion.

"What do you think?" Wu Xuanqi's eyes lit up when he heard the latter form of address.

Tang Yue glanced at Wu Xuanqi and said, "You can call me Senior Sister or Tang Yue."

"Hello, sister-in-law." Fang Ziye was very sensible.

Tang Yue didn't refute. After the boss brought the soy milk, she first turned to take it, then held the soy milk with both hands and said, "Dr. Fang, let's have one together. I heard from Lao Wu that you are also from our hometown."

"I'm not going to pretend anymore."

Tang Yue should also be a local of Enshi. Even if she doesn't have the same fierce local customs, she still has a certain magnanimity in her bones.

There was no affectation or coyness, no shyness, and her voice was very sweet.

"Sister-in-law, I'm from Ba County." Fang Ziye generously raised his wine glass.

After the three of them finished their drinks, the conversation turned to whether Fang Ziye had a girlfriend and where she was.

Tang Yue said with some regret, "Sigh, all the excellent junior brothers are indeed taken by the excellent junior sisters. My junior sisters can only find good comrades on their own."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't just become a matchmaker!" Wu Xuanqi called out.

"it is good."

"..."

Wu Xuanqi and Tang Yue were both very talkative and locals, so Fang Ziye learned from them that they were college classmates and had been together since college, which was quite an achievement.

However, since the two of them are doing well and have a house in Han City, it is suggested that Fang Ziye should buy a house as soon as possible if he has the means, otherwise, who knows how much the price will rise in a few years.

"Senior brother, buying a house is probably still a long way off for me." Fang Ziye couldn't get involved in the topic.

Because he currently has less than a thousand yuan in funds, and he even used Alipay to sneak off to the bathroom just now, how can you expect me to buy a house?
"There's no rush. Once you and your wife participate in the talent introduction program, the down payment should be enough. Once the down payment is enough, and you combine your housing provident funds, there won't be much pressure each month."

"It's just that the sooner we buy, the better. We..." Wu Xuanqi quickly changed the subject.

As a man, he knew that it was quite difficult for a boy of Fang Ziye's age, as there were many factors to consider.

However, just as Wu Xuanqi was about to continue speaking, his phone suddenly rang.

"I'll take this call. It's Director Zhang calling."

After Wu Xuanqi cheerfully answered the call, his expression quickly froze.

Immediately afterwards, while holding the phone in his left hand, he snapped the skewers in his right hand with his fingers!
The broken end of the skewer pierced the skin of his palm and went in, causing blood to flow down his face!

This sudden scene stunned Fang Ziye and Tang Yue, who assumed that Wu Xuanqi had suffered an epileptic seizure.

The change before and after was too abrupt.

Does Wu Xuanqi have a self-harming fetish?

Wu Xuanqi's wife, Tang Yue, was completely unprepared. Upon seeing this, she quickly put down the chicken feet she was holding, tore off two pieces of paper, spat out the chicken feet bones from her mouth, wiped her mouth, and shouted loudly, "Boss, do you have iodine complex here?"

Then she turned to Wu Xuanqi and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Wu Xuanqi's right hand went from being clenched to being relaxed, his eyes like those of a hawk, cold and somewhat frightening.

Anger, helplessness, pain, and powerlessness—a mix of emotions—passed by in a flash.

His emotions returned to normal. He gripped his phone in his left hand, veins bulging, and looked in Tang Yue's direction before turning to Fang Ziye.

Finally, he shook his head and said to Tang Yue, "The patient I told you about who came here to have surgery to save is gone."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye stopped eating when he noticed Wu Xuanqi's unusual expression. He was also taken aback when he heard these words.

A look of utter astonishment.

how can that be possible?
Whether it's Liu Linjie or Zhang Yu, their final situation should have been very good, right? How could they just disappear like that?
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" The barbecue owner also noticed something was wrong with Wu Xuanqi's hand, because the customers at the next table were looking at Wu Xuanqi with a bit of fear.

"It's okay, boss, I'm sorry, I'm fine."

"It's just a minor cut, nothing serious. We'll disinfect and bandage it up later," Wu Xuanqi told the shop owner.

The shopkeeper said, "I don't have any disinfectant here. Why don't you go across the street and buy some povidone-iodine or something? I'll give you a discount."

“Okay, I’ll handle it myself.” Wu Xuanqi nodded to him.

Tang Yue immediately went to the pharmacy across the street. She couldn't truly understand whether Wu Xuanqi's patient was gone or not. What she needed to do now was treat the wound on Wu Xuanqi's hand.

Incidentally, Tang Yue also understood that Wu Xuanqi probably had something to say to Fang Ziye.

After Tang Yue left, Fang Ziye looked at Wu Xuanqi, who was temporarily wiping his wounds with paper, and asked, "Senior Brother Wu, what happened? Are both patients alright?"

"Someone pulled out the patient's tubes."

"Upon hearing the news, the patient's grandmother was overcome with grief and also suffered cardiac arrhythmia and lost vital signs..."

"Damn it." Wu Xuanqi looked around, wanting to find something to vent his anger on.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's fingernails nearly broke through the skin of his palm and pierced his hand.

(End of this chapter)