top student at medical school

Chapter 244 Known in the martial arts world as Fang Xiaote

"How's it going?" Professor Deng Yong asked Yuan Weihong and Fang Ziye, sitting lazily in the audience seats of the Trauma Surgery sub-venue, looking slightly sleepy.

After leaving the competition venue with Fang Ziye, Yuan Weihong rushed to the academic conference venue.

After the competition results are announced, an awards ceremony will be held in the last hour. Fang Ziye will then go there to collect the trophy and certificate of honor!

The final bonus will be collected by the Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital, after deducting taxes, and then distributed to Fang Ziye.

Because each contestant represents a particular organization!

The orthopedic branch of the medical association directly handles bonuses with the institutions, without requiring bank account numbers; direct bank transfers are the standard procedure.

Yuan Weihong, with a fawning smile, gave Fang Ziye the chance to use his good looks.

"Master, I was lucky enough to win the grand prize," Fang Ziye replied.

Deng Yong immediately sat up straight, his previous laziness and nonchalance gone: "You really won the grand prize?"

His gaze immediately turned to Yuan Weihong like that of a hawk, needing to confirm it personally.

Last year, Yuan Weihong was very likely to win the top prize, so Deng Yong personally led the team. This year, because Pang Shu from Xiehe Hospital and Ning Jindong from the Provincial Central Hospital are too strong, and Nie Xuehua is not someone he mentored, Deng Yong has no hope.

In addition, the current administrative director of the department is Dong Yaohui, and these are all Dong Yaohui's responsibilities, so Deng Yong naturally cannot overstep his authority.

Although he is now the head of the Department of Surgery, he still has to give Dong Yaohui, the administrative director, a lot of face within the department.

But Fang Ziye was too young, and Deng Yong had no wishful thinking that Fang Ziye could win a special prize at his age.

"Yes, Professor Deng."

"For the final osteotomy, Ziye received a re-assigned score of 83!" Yuan Weihong stated the result very formally.

Compared to the grand prize, Yuan Weihong felt that informing Professor Deng Yong about Fang Ziye's current level of osteotomy skills would excite Deng Yong even more.

Deng Yong understood the game, so after hearing Yuan Weihong's words, he was overjoyed and reached out to grab Fang Ziye's shoulder, turning him around.

I touched it all the way down from the back of my head to my buttocks.

I only took one picture.

"It's great. Very good." Deng Yong used these seven words to express his feelings at the end.

Next door, Qin Geluo, who was supposed to be "reporting on his work" with Professor Deng Yong, huddled up in a ball, afraid of being caught by Deng Yong's gaze.

But where could he hide at that moment?

After Deng Yong's glare struck him, he immediately straightened his neck and grinned, "Teacher Deng, hehehe, good news, very good news."

Deng Yong simply nodded, but then asked in return, "Little Qin, this is good news, but what about you?"

Deng Yong's question was like rubbing salt in the wound.

Qin Geluo felt as if he were caught between two walls, unable to find a way to move left or right.

Ahead of him, Yuan Weihong, who had a slightly longer tenure, won the top prize last year, and Fang Ziye won the top prize this year. Fang Ziye had far less seniority than Qin Geluo.

"Can you get a third one next year?" Deng Yong didn't put any pressure on him.

Qin Geluo both had long faces: "Teacher Deng, me? This."

"Xuehua and Zixi are still ahead!"

"Oh! That's right." Deng Yong suddenly realized.

Then, looking at Fang Ziye, he said, "Ziye, do you usually call Qin Geluo 'Brother Luo'? Why don't you give him this grand prize?"

Professor Deng Yong was truly inhuman, immediately making Qin Geluo blush with embarrassment...

Naturally, Yuan Weihong quickly picked up the conversation and then turned to another topic: "Teacher Deng, let's not talk about Xiao Fang anymore, lest he get too cocky."

"Actually, it's like this, Professor Deng..." Yuan Weihong explained that BMJ had commissioned an article and needed to finish it as soon as possible, but this might require Deng Yong to send some more people to help.

Because Yuan Weihong needs to prepare for his thesis defense for Outstanding Young Scientists, which is of utmost importance, and the writing of the thesis is also a significant matter that cannot be delayed.

Upon hearing this, Deng Yong mimicked Yuan Weihong's manner: "Is this what you call not mentioning Xiao Fang's affairs, not letting him get too cocky?"

"Piao? What's wrong?" Deng Yong asked, somewhat bewildered.

This one sentence completely stumped Yuan Weihong.

He stood up straight.

What's wrong with floating?
With the wind?
it?
However, Yuan Weihong was thick-skinned enough: "Teacher Deng, let's get back to the work assignments. Could you spare Wang Yuanqi and Gu Yi for me for a while?"

Writing a long article involves many steps and requires multiple approaches.

Even with young talents like Fang Ziye and Jie Han involved, progress wouldn't be fast without his personal involvement.

These kinds of articles are definitely published first, with the best ones being published first.

"I'm asking you a question. What's wrong with being arrogant?" Deng Yong seemed to be trying to correct Yuan Weihong's temper, so he continued to imitate Yuan Weihong and asked him a question in return.

Fang Ziye silently took two steps back.

This is a fight between the senior master and the junior master. As a student, he should step aside to avoid getting blood on his hands.

Seeing Yuan Weihong frozen in shock, not knowing how to respond, Qin Geluo chimed in, "Brother Wei, with Ziye's current achievements, it's not a big deal if he gets a little cocky. After all, it's the sect's nature, right?" Qin Geluo was reminding Yuan Weihong that he should be less cocky. Compared to Yuan Weihong, who was known for his carefree and wandering ways, Fang Ziye's cockiness was nothing compared to his sect's secret techniques.

Perhaps Deng Yong's voice was loud enough to attract the attention of a professor from next door.

"Professor Deng, are you lecturing someone?" The speaker was Professor Tao Cheng from Tongji Hospital. Professor Tao Cheng was about the same age as Dong Yaohui and was probably the successor to Professor Duan Hong as the next director of Tongji Hospital.

Duan Hong had taken Tao Cheng to dinner with him a few times before; he was a very cute little brother.

He has an honest face and a dark complexion; he's a man from Northwest China.

“Yes, Professor Tao, your subordinates are difficult to manage. I’ll have to say a few words to him,” Deng Yong said.

Upon hearing this, Tao Cheng said, "Professor Deng, don't be too harsh on young people!"

However, as soon as Tao Cheng uttered those words, one of the people next to him quickly whispered an explanation.

Deng Yong stood up, patted Yuan Weihong's butt, and said, "I told you to only post in BMJ, don't embarrass yourself here..."

As he spoke, he slapped Yuan Weihong away.

Then Professor Tao Cheng was left completely bewildered, standing there questioning his existence as if there was something wrong with his ears.

At this moment, one of his attending physicians quickly explained, "Professor Tao, why are you bothering with these hermaphrodites? That one is Yuan Weihong, he just received a commission for an article from the BMJ main journal."

"He was still flirting with Chen Tailin yesterday. Even Associate Professor Long Yuan felt a lot of pressure about this. He said he didn't sleep well all night. He guesses that he has no chance of winning the Outstanding Young Scientist award this year."

"Wait, why am I getting attacked for posting BMJ?"

Tao Cheng was completely bewildered: "Who are these people? Professor Deng wasn't like this before!"

BMJ is more than just an article, and more than just a journal.

The article was published in a high-quality, industry-recognized journal.

As long as he doesn't do anything reckless, it would be no problem to send him directly to professor or outstanding young scientist. If his subsequent output is good, it might only be a matter of time before he is promoted to outstanding young scientist or even Yangtze River Scholar.

How can an article like this get criticized after it's published?

When did Zhongnan Hospital become Peking Union Medical College Hospital?

Does the orthopedics department at Zhongnan Hospital have to kick a pool of water?

"It's all because of that Yuan Weihong who has corrupted the atmosphere. Professor Tao, let me tell you, but don't take it to heart. This Yuan Weihong, during his doctoral studies..." The attending physician began to gossip to Tao Cheng.

Once outside the academic conference hall, Yuan Weihong said, "Professor Deng, wasn't it a bit inappropriate for you to speak to Professor Tao like that?"

"Huh? Not suitable? I think it's quite suitable. You, Yuan Weihong, have such high emotional intelligence. Your conduct and character are top-notch. Isn't that what I learned from you?" Professor Deng Yong asked in a questioning tone.

"Me?" Yuan Weihong was speechless on the spot.

Just then, Fang Ziye's classmate Li Yuanpei, who was hanging limply with some other young people, answered the question as they walked: "Well, the one who won the grand prize last year is called Brother Wei, now some people call him Te Piao."

"The person who won the grand prize today is Fang Ziye, Wei Ge's student, also known as Fang Xiaote from the two-time grand prize winners."

"Him!~"

Li Yuanpei navigated the crowd with ease, explaining things with a slightly vented breath, his face flushed.

But as soon as they reached the door, they saw Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong, who had come looking in response to the sound. Beside them stood Qin Geluo, who was standing at attention and looking at Li Yuanpei with amusement.

Upon seeing this, Li Yuanpei immediately stopped.

Although Deng Yong did not know the group of junior master's students who were about to graduate with master's degrees or pursue doctoral studies around Li Yuanpei, these junior master's students all knew Li Yuanpei's mentor, Professor Deng Yong.

Seeing this, he quickly whispered goodbye to Li Yuanpei and slipped away.

Li Yuanpei quickly shut his mouth and then respectfully stepped forward to call him "Master".

Deng Yong looked Li Yuanpei up and down, but didn't blame him.

In competitions like this, it's common for outstanding individuals, especially those like Fang Ziye who win the incredible top prize at a young age, to be given nicknames.

Yuan Weihong's "One Leaf in Beihai," and even Duan Hong's student Wu Xuanqi, who was once known as a "Little Tyrant," are all examples of how young people communicate.

Naturally, the old professor would sometimes give people nicknames. For example, he gave Fang Ziye the nickname "Step by Step Higher" and "Kitchen God" to highlight his dark complexion.

"Yuanpei, get ready to pack up. Once you're done, we'll go to the awards ceremony next door to watch it. After that, we can go back."

"Try to talk less gossip in the future," Deng Yong said, offering only a word of advice rather than criticizing Li Yuanpei.

"Yes, Master." Li Yuanpei quickly replied and walked obediently into the group.

Because of Li Yuanpei's accidental entry, Deng Yong could no longer cause trouble for Yuan Weihong. Instead, he happily headed to the hand surgery competition venue to meet his good friend Professor Duan Hong, who was temporarily serving as a judge there.

Yuan Weihong then took Fang Ziye back upstairs in the hotel.

"Ziye, you should rest for a bit. Your good uncle, my good brother Tao, and I are going to have a chat." As soon as Yuan Weihong went upstairs, he quickly ran to the room where Shen Tao, who had deliberately avoided him, was.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye felt a chill run down his spine again.

As expected of you, Master.

(End of this chapter)