top student at medical school

Chapter 257 Unknown Deputy Senior Rank Official (Please Subscribe)
It's not that Martin Yong is an idiot, but rather that he finds it difficult to give a specific prescription a thorough and thoughtful consideration.

Fang Ziye was just a student, so it's unlikely that he would have skipped over other articles by Yuan Weihong as the first author or correspondence author.

This is Ma Dingyong's understanding of the real world, and also Fang Ziye's understanding.

Because Yuan Weihong is Fang Ziye's teacher, finding out about Yuan Weihong can limit Fang Ziye's potential.

But that's not actually the case.

Many papers that Martin Yong did not pay attention to, such as those by Yuan Weihong, were actually co-authored by Fang Ziye. He was unaware that the high-scoring papers with the names of the seventh, eighth, and ninth authors were actually co-authored by Fang Ziye.

"Teacher Ma, let's be more direct."

"The current situation is that if you, Professor Ma, had achieved excellent research results, you wouldn't have come to Enshi. But since you did, you listened to my teacher and came all the way here yourself."

“Then, Mr. Ma, you may not be able to afford the things I want.”

"Because if you, Professor Ma, already have several articles worth 20 or 30 points, then you don't need to refer to this animal experimental model at all."

“Even, Professor Ma, regarding the relationship between HK2 and other pathways, your research group may still be working on it half-heartedly and hasn’t done a very comprehensive and detailed study yet, so the workload and results are not particularly significant, right?” Fang Ziye had already taken complete control.

Martin Yong's face turned red and then pale, and he began to look a little shy and nervous.

Yes!

Fang Ziye is right.

In fact, the identity of a student is the most effective way to conceal one's true identity.

In the workplace, many things are very realistic, especially in the medical field.

If someone has several high-scoring articles (20 or 30 points), that person is either doing very well in this organization or has resigned in a fit of pique and gone to another organization.

Those who have achieved such a high level of scientific research can, to a certain extent, represent the ceiling of research capabilities in their department and enhance their research influence. If you don't provide them with sufficient compensation, their institutions will.

When it comes to articles as a vehicle for demonstrating research capabilities, if you only have a few articles in Q1 journals with low impact factors, you're definitely in a passive position.

But if you have a few articles with scores of 10 or above, which is equivalent to completing dozens of hours of work, then it's a different story. You should be somewhat famous, and it will be very easy for you to find a job in the industry. People with connections usually won't stop you from getting jobs.

Because it's unnecessary, and it's easy to make a mistake.

It's understandable that an attending physician who has published in journals with impact factors of over ten multiple times isn't promoted to associate chief physician, while someone who hasn't published many articles gets promoted; it might be because their professional skills are lacking.

But if you can't even offer them an associate professorship, why would they want to play along with you? Unless they have a despicable mentality and are just making trouble for themselves!
What Fang Ziye possesses now is even greater than that.

If Martin Yong had achieved the same accomplishments, he wouldn't still be just an ordinary associate professor; it would be no surprise that he was promoted to full professor ahead of schedule.

Those who say it's absolutely impossible are probably top researchers who have never published in or even had any experience publishing in such journals.

Faced with Fang Ziye, who had gained absolute initiative, Ma Dingyong decided not to humiliate himself any further.

He silently got up, went downstairs, and settled the bill at the same time.

There wasn't anything particularly disgusting left, except for Fang Ziye's portion.

However, when he reached the door, Martin Yong's thoughts became somewhat chaotic.

Martin Yong understood Fang Ziye's unspoken meaning: Fang Ziye's team might not be the same team as Yuan Weihong's.

Moreover, Fang Ziye's current achievements mean that there is absolutely no need to discuss cooperation with Martin Yong.

Why should I cooperate with you, Martin Yong?

Moreover, Martin Yong didn't dare to say anything harsh to Fang Ziye.

Don't underestimate a young person's poverty, and naturally, don't underestimate a young person's wealth either.

Fang Ziye has only just begun and is still in the initial stage, yet he has already achieved so much. There is no need to offend him.

Although Fang Ziye's attitude towards him is not very good at the moment, Martin Yong knows that it is because of Yuan Weihong.

Fang Ziye disliked Yuan Weihong because of his past experiences, but he didn't hate him.

Martin Yong did not linger; after leaving the teahouse, he returned to his hotel.

His plan failed, which meant that his plan to persuade Fang Ziye, the person involved, failed.

Because if Fang Ziye agrees to cooperate, then Yuan Weihong will inevitably disagree. He won't bully people just because he's a teacher. This is Ma Dingyong's understanding of Yuan Weihong.

……

"Brother, are you okay?"

"I almost called the police."

"And I've already called my master. He told me to report on your situation anytime. I'll call him again." Lan Tianluo was genuinely worried about Fang Ziye, because he hadn't even set up his computer yet.

Fang Ziye already knew that Lan Tianluo had two research groups to work on.

On weekdays, the first thing Lan Tianluo does when he gets home is set up his computer.

The call was answered quickly.

“Master, my senior brother is back. We haven’t had dinner yet. He said he just went to have tea and there was nowhere to eat. It’s not that we didn’t eat at all.”

"Senior brother, would you like to say a few words?" Lan Tianluo asked Fang Ziye through a speakerphone.

"Ziye, what did Martin Yong say? What was his expression like?"

"Ah, what a pity, Ziye, you haven't mastered my essence yet, otherwise, I would have made sure he wasn't comfortable at least tonight." Yuan Weihong seemed unconcerned about Fang Ziye being beaten or anything else.

The question was about Martin Yong's reaction.

It was as if Ma Dingyong's distraught state, or even his frustration, confusion, and shock, was what gave Yuan Weihong the satisfaction to vent his anger.

Fang Ziye then spoke his mind and acted accordingly, adopting a style similar to Dr. Wu Xuanqi's and mimicking Yuan Weihong's signature "floating knife" technique.

Fang Ziye didn't know how he was going to lose.

Throughout the entire process, he maintained the initiative, causing significant harm and humiliation. It was as if Ma Dingyong was not even in Fang Ziye's eyes, yet Fang Ziye still treated him with relative politeness.

Lan Tianluo was stunned. The way he looked at Fang Ziye was as if he didn't see his senior brother.

There was even a hint of wariness and suspicion in their eyes—

Would it be better if Senior Brother Jiehan were the "brother-in-law"?

Jie Han said that the age was more suitable, as Fang Ziye was more than three years older...

But then Lan Tianluo realized that he might be overthinking things.

As Yuan Weihong spoke, he became more and more energetic: "You really said that? That's so damn satisfying. What was his reaction?"

Fang Ziye then said, "When I mentioned that we could split the bill for tea, Uncle Ma's expression began to change slightly, and then he became a bit gloomy, probably because he was angry."

"However, before Uncle Ma could get angry, I continued..."

……

"I'm not interested in money. Although I'm short of money, I'm not that short. What I lack is clean money that can be earned in this era of making money."

"As for the articles, Professor Ma, what are the impact factors you recommend?"

"Is he as tall as BMJ?" Fang Ziye continued, repeating the same tone he used when speaking to Martin Yong, but because this was the second time, his acting talent was even greater.

Lan Tianluo and Yuan Weihong were laughing heartily, as if the small team was celebrating the New Year.

It really is Chinese New Year.

Yuan Weihong's hatred for Ma Dingyong completely disappeared after he published the article.

There's no need to hate him, because the impact of what he took away can now be made up for through the group's performance.

"Well, Ziye, you've been following me for so long, you've learned about seven or eight tenths of my skills."

"If you could be a little more gentle, show weakness first, pretend you don't know anything, guide them patiently, and then ask them at the end, 'Isn't BMJ better than the journals that he's planning to compare your articles with?'"

"No no no!"

"Start by asking about your earliest, lowest-impact-factor article, and work your way up, giving him a chance to show off and hope!"

“At this point, he will definitely say…” Yuan Weihong got carried away.

"Dad, come out and play with Xiaoqi." Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Xiaoqi, wait for Daddy for a little while, okay? Daddy will play with you the whole time and won't do anything else." Yuan Weihong was celebrating.

"Okay, Dad, how much longer?"

"How about a few minutes, five minutes?"

Such good news in scientific research is not something that one's wife can fully understand.

The joy within this small team is something that even good friends and brothers like Shen Tao can't understand. When he tries to share it with them, they feel like they're living in Versailles.

It's really not Versailles; it's just a simple sharing of our achievements.

……

After chatting with Yuan Weihong for a while, Fang Ziye said, his mood slightly improved, "Tianluo, I need to take a nap to calm down."

"Let's go out to eat together later. It's my treat. I'll have a three-course meal: firewood chicken, a spare rib, and a pig intestine."

"Thank you, senior brother. I'm going to take a nap too." Lan Tianluo happily patted his little belly, still thinking that senior brother Fang Ziye was the best.

He's handsome, generous, and his abilities speak for themselves; he's the absolute top performer in the group.

However, Fang Ziye hadn't slept for long.

Fang Ziye received a call from staff at the animal laboratory he had visited.

"Dr. Fang, there's someone acting suspiciously over here, constantly asking about things in the lab. The staff felt something was wrong, so they called the police."

"After the police arrived, he said he was your senior apprentice, but he arrived early and hadn't had time to inform you yet. Is that true?" Fang Ziye didn't recognize the person on the phone, but he felt very relieved by what he said.

"I don't know him. I don't know. My teacher didn't inform me that any senior disciples would be coming." Fang Ziye fought off his sleepiness and replied in the most formal tone.

The other party may have had their speakers on speakerphone.

If Fang Ziye says that, Ma Dingyong might be taken away for questioning.

Given the confidential nature of the military sanatorium project, once this matter is confirmed, it could cause considerable trouble.

"Hey, Ziye, we just met, didn't we?"

"Ziye, it's me, Martin Yong! We just had tea!"

Fang Ziye didn't explain further and hung up the phone.

You may have had tea, but Fang Ziye didn't let Martin Yong arrive in Enshi ahead of time, nor did he follow you to places you shouldn't have gone.

However, even after hanging up the phone, Fang Ziye still sent a message to his teacher, explaining the matter and asking for his opinion on how to handle it.

Yuan Weihong's reply was that if they called again, he should still say that they knew each other.

(End of this chapter)