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Chapter 240 The Little Joys of the Sect (Please Subscribe)

Inside the private room, everyone fell silent.

This statement, though harsh to say, is indeed a fact.

If Yuan Weihong had been a little more aloof, given the research achievements of his students, it would have been a sure thing for him to reach a level they could never attain.

Being named an Outstanding Young Scientist is not only an honor, but also a symbol of strength and a status in the industry.

Once you achieve this, your future will be bright and promising.

Generally speaking, once you've been selected as an Outstanding Young Scientist, as long as you don't make any rash decisions and work steadily, getting a Distinguished Young Scientist or a Yangtze River Scholar title will be a smooth and successful path.

How many professors of the Outstanding Young Scientists Award have emerged from the entire field of trauma surgery in China? And which of these professors isn't a giant in China today, still considered a leading figure at the national orthopedic conference?

What defines a "big shot" is someone who can lead and engage with top-tier provincial experts and professors like Professor Duan Hong, rather than simply accompanying them.

Above them are the veterans and some of the most senior, recognized leaders, who can be said to be a cut above the rest.

But the veterans have all retired from the main battlefield and only appear at the venue out of interest and pursuit. Every era is the future of the past and the world of the young.

"Is this what they mean by 'one person attains enlightenment and all their relatives and friends benefit'?" someone joked.

Shen Tao replied, "Although this might sound like an insult to Yuan Weihong, I really think he's a dog."

"How about we get some more together?"

"Didn't Yuan Weihong say he'd leave 5,000? Then let's spend it all according to that standard..."

"Come on, waiter, bring the drinks..." The crowd began to make merry out of their jealousy, hoping to squeeze some money out of Yuan Weihong.

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Fang Ziye had originally planned to have a good chat with Luo Tingzhu, but after only a few minutes of video chatting, Yuan Weihong's phone call forced Fang Ziye to shut down his camera.

Fang Ziye didn't dare hang up directly, and answered with a smile: "Master, have you had lunch?"

"I've eaten. Are you in your room?"

"Why don't you come over here, or I'll come find you?" Yuan Weihong said politely.

Fang Ziye immediately stood up: "Master, please open the door for me."

From seeing many people personally visiting Professors Deng Yong and Duan Hong a few days ago, Fang Ziye knew that whoever visited whom actually had a different meaning.

Although there was no need to be overly polite with his master, Fang Ziye felt that he could run errands himself, so he didn't want to trouble his teacher.

Yuan Weihong's kindness to me will not diminish significantly because of whether I become arrogant or not.

When Fang Ziye arrived at Yuan Weihong's room, he thought Yuan Weihong would talk to him about the competition again, but after listening to what Yuan Weihong said...

Fang Ziye was also quite pleased.

Medicine has its own four top-tier journals.

The New England Journal of Medicine (NEJM), The Lancet, JAMA, and the British Medical Journal (BMJ).

For example, Nature is actually a highly ranked journal, not a medical journal.

Being able to publish in BMJ and stand out among so many teams around the world is an extraordinary joy.

"In other words, our team's current foundational knowledge is not yet substantial; otherwise, it might be possible to contact journals like JAMA."

"But it's already very good now. A tall building starts from the ground up. After our articles are published, in addition to the impact factor that comes with the magazine, there is also an impact factor specific to the article."

“Most articles rely on journals to boost their impact factors, but we can be the ones who boost journal impact factors.” Yuan Weihong smiled so broadly that his teeth seemed less close together, and the gaps between them appeared slightly wider.

As he spoke, he gently patted Fang Ziye's shoulder, his face beaming with a maternal smile, his admiration and affection completely undisguised.

"Master, in this way, your thesis defense for Outstanding Young Scientist should not be a problem, right?" Fang Ziye asked.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong casually wiped his bald spot, looking quite dashing.

"Whatever!" Yuan Weihong said dismissively.

"Huh?" Fang Ziye raised his eyelids slightly, thinking to himself, Master, what are you up to now?
"Whether I pass the National Science Fund for Dissertations for Outstanding Young Scientists or not, it doesn't matter anymore."

"In our country, there are countless examples of countries that export themselves very aggressively but do not cause any harm to their own people. This kind of environment seems to have a built-in skin of immunity to Chinese scientific research attacks."

"Whether we succeed or not is not important. It would be best if we could get it. We should both be more at ease. Don't be too attached. If we are too attached, we will have already lost."

"With achievements, breakthroughs, research, progress, and colleagues who understand the industry, we don't need empty titles to accompany us." Yuan Weihong still had a big smile on his face, as if he no longer cared about the excellent young scholar defense that he had always attached great importance to.

Seeing Yuan Weihong so relaxed, Fang Ziye was quite pleased.

It's a good thing to be able to relax before a big event. "Master, it's best if you think this way. I think so too. As doctors, we ultimately have to focus on clinical practice."

"Therefore, some empty titles are something you should strive for if you are entitled to them. There is no need to be obsessed with empty titles and spend too much time on them."

"Master, I think I could have competed for the grand prize if I had given it my all before the competition, but I didn't." Fang Ziye honestly shared his little regret with his master.

Yuan Weihong shook his head: "Since you feel it's too strenuous, then just take it as it comes. If you don't win the grand prize this year, you can win it next year. If you don't win it next year, you can definitely win it the year after."

"With your qualifications, you'll get it someday."

"Come on, we have double happiness today, let's go out and have a drink together." Yuan Weihong patted Fang Ziye on the shoulder and invited him to go out for a late-night snack.

Fang Ziye is already ranked fifth in this afternoon's round, so he has no matches tomorrow morning.

Yuan Weihong only has a short lecture this morning, and has no scheduled activities for tomorrow morning; he just needs to wait to return to Wuhan.

Yuan Weihong is drunk!
But perhaps Fang Ziye has truly grown up, so Yuan Weihong shared many of his innermost thoughts with him.

Some of these include Yuan Weihong's views on Fang Ziye.

Yuan Weihong said that a long time ago, he had thought about helping Fang Ziye, but he was afraid that if he pushed Fang Ziye to the threshold of doctoral studies, Fang Ziye would still be very tired and still gain nothing. In the end, he would gain hope and then despair.

If he holds the title of PhD but ultimately achieves nothing, even hospitals in Han City will not want Fang Ziye, and he will still have to return to a prefecture-level city hospital. At that time, Fang Ziye will be even more distressed.

It's even harder to shed Kong Yiji's long gown, so Yuan Weihong said that he only gave Fang Ziye a push in his last year, and whether it was good or bad was entirely up to fate.

Of course, Fang Ziye no longer needs to worry about any of this.

Given Fang Ziye's current achievements, securing early graduation, a position at Central South University, and top-tier talent recruitment funding would all be a natural outcome.

"You don't need to worry about that. Professor Deng won't show any bias when you stay at the hospital just because you were my student during your master's studies."

“Recruiting and recruiting PhDs are completely different concepts, and Professor Deng is well aware of this. If something unexpected happens, Professor Deng may not have an easy time either.”

“Anyone with eyes can see that Tongji University, Peking Union Medical College, and even universities in other provinces would have tried to recruit you, but Professor Deng abandoned you. That’s not how a leader should act.”

"Those who can cause unexpected problems are mostly those whose excellence isn't immediately obvious," Yuan Weihong reassured Fang Ziye.

Actually, Fang Ziye wasn't too worried.

If Zhongnan Hospital wants to pursue high-level, cutting-edge scientific research and move up the ranks, it will not let go of any person who is very talented in scientific research and clinical practice.

Given the importance that Wuhan University places on its affiliated hospitals, even if Professor Deng Yong doesn't want Fang Ziye, he can still directly apply for the university's talent recruitment program. Whether or not Fang Ziye is recruited will not be up to the Department of Orthopedics.

If you're good enough, the school will stand up for you.

It's like if an academician wants to change jobs, other academicians at the institution he's considering joining will go through a lot of procedures for him, as long as he comes over.

Of course, this was also the first time Yuan Weihong had mentioned his previous inner struggles to Fang Ziye.

For the first time, Yuan Weihong told Fang Ziye about his disappointment at failing to win any bids this year, although Yuan Weihong kept saying that none of that mattered anymore.

But Fang Ziye still knew that Yuan Weihong was still disappointed, so how could it not be important?
It was something that Yuan Weihong was good at and had studied, but because he hadn't accumulated enough knowledge, it was taken away by his senior brother. How could he not feel resentful?

"Master, it's all in the past. Our little team is getting better and better now, isn't it?"

"If I'm not mistaken, both of my junior brothers will receive top-tier research grants this year, ranging from 50,000 to 70,000 yuan!"

"And me, I should be able to get one after I enroll," Fang Ziye said with a smile.

Research scholarships are offered by every university, and they are extremely competitive.

But there's no way around it. Because Fang Ziye's team is small, the swords he draws are distributed among a few people, and their quality is high enough to help him and his two junior brothers dominate the same grade.

Although there are some hidden talents among the master's students at Han City University, Fang Ziye is now also a remarkable person, and his excellence will not be diminished just because others are outstanding.

How many people can achieve what he did at the doctoral level?

Of course, there may still be a gap between the Cao brothers and those who are not in the medical field, but medicine is different from other disciplines. Medical experiments and medical research are unlikely to make leaps!
On the way back, Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye chose to walk. Fang Ziye supported Yuan Weihong while sending Luo Tingzhu the video he had recorded for Yuan Weihong.

Yuan Weihong was singing, enjoying the little joy that belonged to his fellow disciples.

"They seem like a perfect couple, but this shouldn't be happening in this era!"

"But who can escape the sorrows of the world!"

"A colorful world, mandarin ducks and butterflies..."

Yuan Weihong must be as happy tonight as Fang Ziye was on the night of his graduation, because if nothing unexpected happens, he will soon graduate as an attending physician and master's supervisor, and next year he will be able to embark on a new journey as an associate professor and doctoral supervisor.

If Yuan Weihong couldn't become a doctoral supervisor, or even an associate professor or associate senior professional, then Wuhan University would have already crushed Tsinghua and Peking Universities and dominated Shanghai!
(End of this chapter)