top student at medical school

Chapter 245 Some are happy, some are sad (Please subscribe)
Fang Ziye had no say in where the teachers went, but he immediately shared this unexpected good news with Luo Tingzhu, who was thousands of miles away.

However, Fang Ziye did not tell Luo Tingzhu the specific reasons why Pang Shu and Ning Jindong did not participate in the competition.

Luo Tingzhu was very surprised: "Senior brother, your luck is too good! This kind of provincial youth competition is quite prestigious. The prize money is also very generous!"

“/Awesome!” Luo Tingzhu forgot about the insincere format and titles, and probably didn’t have time to organize her thoughts; she just typed from the bottom of her heart.

"If these two teachers hadn't had some urgent business, they definitely wouldn't have given up the competition," Fang Ziye said, a little embarrassed.

"After all, the grand prize is 50,000 yuan, while the first prize is only 20,000 yuan!" Fang Ziye hinted.

Hehe, your senior brother here can also learn to make money through competitions.

Although 50,000 yuan is less than a fraction of the money Luo Tingzhu has saved, it means that Fang Ziye can take this route.

Earning money through studying is an honor that can be taken for granted.

Moreover, there is absolutely nothing wrong with earning money through reading and competitions; it's completely clean and honest. No one can say that you shouldn't receive prize money just because you're outstanding.

"Then you need to be capable to win him over, senior brother?"

"First prize in the youth group! I'm so envious. So much money." Luo Tingzhu's next message had a hint of commercial flattery.

"Hey, don't even mention it. When I went upstairs, I heard someone complaining that I got lucky."

"After all, I wouldn't have even made it to the final round." Fang Ziye only dared to say this to Luo Tingzhu.

It's not a good idea to complain to teachers Deng Yong and Yuan Weihong, for fear that these two might get angry and go after someone, which would be pointless.

I was just someone who got a bargain anyway. If someone said a few things to me, I would just pocket the money and behave myself. I didn't complain after I got the good deal.

As for what they call "picking up bargains," it's not like I reported it myself, or that I brought two teachers who were considered favorites to win the top prize to play tricks. So what does it have to do with me if they can't come?
Ke Luo Tingzhu, however, seemed quite experienced: "Senior brother, you have to gradually get used to the presence of lemon spirits!"

One sentence conveyed many layers of meaning.

It makes sense. I only received a 50,000 yuan bonus, and people are already gossiping behind my back. Luo Tingzhu received so much money; it wouldn't be easy for her not to be accused of shady dealings.

Fang Ziye said, "Actually, what I heard from two senior colleagues at Peking Union Medical College Hospital makes sense."

"Before me, there has been no precedent of a doctoral student receiving the top prize. After this, I estimate that the school will use me as a whip to drive the cattle and make the atmosphere even more intense."

"The current atmosphere is already quite intense."

"But I can't just pretend I won't go get it," Fang Ziye shared his true feelings.

During my PhD studies, was it stressful or not?

It can be said to be the most stressful. During the master's program, the biggest issues to consider are graduation and pursuing a doctorate, while for the doctorate, the biggest issue to consider is employment.

There are basically only two employment options: stay in the hospital or not stay in the hospital.

Too many people are finding it difficult to be admitted to the hospital. If we encounter a PhD who has returned from studying abroad, then the entire cohort may disappear without a trace.

This doesn't mean that studying abroad is high-end, but rather that some exceptionally talented individuals receive full scholarships to study abroad after graduating with their bachelor's degrees. When they return from abroad, without many people knowing their background, it can be quite unexpected.

As a result, everyone in that year was wiped out, and they all left the college to find jobs in other colleges.

After all, those who can apply for full scholarships to study abroad must be the most outstanding students of that year, and quite a few of them chose to lose money and not come back.

"Of course we should take it. We earned it through our own abilities, so why shouldn't we?"

"Senior brother, congratulations from afar! Remember to treat me to a meal when I come back next time," Luo Tingzhu boldly suggested.

“Okay! You can eat whatever you want.” Fang Ziye sent the message with a wave of his hand.

At this moment, Fang Ziye really hoped that Luo Tingzhu was a skilled driver, and that when he was in a high mood, she could flirt with him a bit, like, "Can we eat each other?"

However, such romantic thoughts were simply Fang Ziye overthinking things.

"Let me think about it first, and slowly come up with something that's a bit more expensive and tastier," Luo Tingzhu replied quite formally.

"I'm going to sleep," Luo Tingzhu said.

"Okay, get some rest. Get some rest early. Also, thank you for sharing those pictures with me," Fang Ziye said, and then Luo Tingzhu didn't reply again.

Fang Ziye felt he was getting a little too cocky.

I also became bolder.

After putting down his phone, Fang Ziye reflected on the situation and realized that he had a chance of winning the grand prize. He felt that he could go head-to-head with Luo Tingzhu without feeling inferior or unable to compete.

Potential is a vague and intangible concept. It's essentially about selling the future.

If someone tells you that a high-achieving junior high school student will become a top expert and professor in the future, you might just believe it, but you wouldn't take it as absolute truth.

Fang Ziye, on the other hand, prefers to face things practically. He only takes on jobs that match his abilities.

You can dream about it, but ultimately everyone lives in reality. Only when you truly reach that point will you feel it's real, and all your thoughts, desires, and achievements will come naturally, instead of just selling your future or showing off your present.

Luo Tingzhu didn't reply, so Fang Ziye stopped thinking about it and patiently waited for the closing ceremony and awards ceremony to begin at 10:30!

At 9:58, Fang Ziye took the initiative to leave his room, intending to invite his master downstairs together.

At this moment, Shen Tao, looking like he'd been fucked, pointed at Yuan Weihong's bald patch and cursed, "Yuan Weihong, I'll fuck your grandpa, you dog bastard!"

After saying that, Shen Tao walked towards the elevator.

"Brother Tao, hey, Brother Tao..." Yuan Weihong called him from behind, but Shen Tao didn't even move his neck.

"These are supposed to be true brothers? Seriously!" Yuan Weihong muttered on the spot, his whole demeanor like a cheapskate.
Master's attitude is really good. Fang Ziye also admires Yuan Weihong's temperament a bit, but he really can't learn it.

“Master, it’s almost 10:30. Would you like to come down with me?” Fang Ziye asked.

The teacher is in high spirits right now; who knows if he'll find someone else to show off to?
Yuan Weihong then asked Fang Ziye, "Ziye, tell me, aren't articles and competition rankings just external things? They're just there, they don't increase or decrease, and they won't bring you any money or anything. After you publish them and get the trophies and certificates of honor, you can't even sell them?"

"Who's going to buy it?" Yuan Weihong asked seriously.

Fang Ziye smiled wryly to himself, but forced a smile on his face: "Yes, yes, yes!"

Damn it, Master, you are my master, which means you and I are on the same team. We share the same fate. Otherwise, if you talk to me like this, if you have this kind of logic, I would say goodbye to you!
Is writing something external to oneself?

Yes.

All titles include, but are not limited to, academician, Nobel Prize, etc.

How much can this sell for? Who would dare buy it?

But you can't interpret it that way, you can't chat with others like that, isn't that the ultimate Versailles?

"You see, they can't see through us. It's the two of us who are more low-key." Yuan Weihong's mood was indescribably melancholy, and his tone was indescribably bitter.

Like a peach blossom immortal, seeing through all the world's splendor.

Fang Ziye could only suppress his laughter!
Of course, this restraint from laughing gradually disappeared as Fang Ziye went downstairs to the competition venue.

Fang Ziye was attracting attention at this moment, not only from young people like him, but also from some superiors who came to join in, as well as from Pang Shu and Ning Jindong's team from the Provincial Central Hospital, who had come back to the competition venue. All of them were looking at Fang Ziye.

Their expressions were complicated.

Some were envious, some were jealous, some couldn't understand it, and some felt sour.

The helplessness in the eyes of Pang Shu and Ning Jindong, in particular, could probably fill a book if it could be put into words.

Naturally, they didn't say anything about causing trouble or leading the discussion about why Fang Ziye shouldn't have received the award.

It was already an incredible miracle that Fang Ziye was able to surpass Chen Tailin and Wu Xuanqi to win the grand prize after they were absent from the competition.

If Fang Ziye were given a few more years, even at their current peak, they would definitely have to back down.

However, after this competition, they will no longer be able to participate, as they are already too old. This grand prize in the skills competition will inevitably become a lifelong regret.

The others around them looked at Fang Ziye with a mixture of admiration and a touch of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion or reflection).

Why isn't this from my own company?

Wouldn't it be wonderful if they were my students or my subordinates?

At this moment, Yuan Weihong, Professor Deng Yong, and others all had very calm expressions. When they saw people, they greeted them politely, without boasting or acting strangely.

Professor An Luming, the host of the competition, began to loudly announce the winners of the third, second, and first prizes after receiving everyone's scores.

Furthermore, they invited professors from various specialties within the province, directors of municipal hospitals in Enshi, and leaders from the Health Commission who came to ride the wave of popularity to hold an awards ceremony.

After taking photos of themselves with trophies and certificates in a standardized manner.

Professor An Luming then announced loudly: "This time, our Hubei Province Young Physicians Skills Competition has once again broken an unprecedented record."

"That is, the winner of our special prize this year is not a formal employee, but a student, a doctoral student."

"He is a professional doctoral student in the Department of Trauma Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital of Wuhan University!" Professor An Luming said, drawing out the words with practiced ease, deliberately adding a prefix before Fang Ziye's name.

Otherwise, Fang Ziye would have no other prefixes to add, nor any particularly fancy suffixes to follow.

"Dr. Fang Ziye, let us congratulate him on representing the younger generation of our province, appearing and standing on a stage that belongs only to them..." An Luming made an inviting gesture.

Fang Ziye was gently nudged by Yuan Weihong, and he straightened his collar slightly. Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he stepped onto the stage, putting aside all the gossip, and walked to the center of the stage with a radiant face in front of everyone.

(End of this chapter)