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Chapter 493 I was scared! (Please subscribe)

Fang Ziye's output was so high that even his colleagues in the research department had to report it to him.

The field of scientific research is quite complex, and retractions are common all over the world.

The identities of the participants are also quite diverse, ranging from academicians from various countries to experts and professors, and even some students who have gone astray...

This has spawned a rich and diverse related industrial chain.

Wang Xinghuan asked cautiously, "Ziye, have you ever bought or sold anything like data?"

It is data, but it is not limited to data.

If data or images are found to be identical, countless people will be watching you. Once you are being watched, you may suffer disgrace or even lose your job in this industry.

Wang Xinghuan didn't want Fang Ziye, a promising talent who had finally emerged from the hospital, to fail miserably.

Fang Ziye shook his head, taking in every word. After pondering for a while, he said, "Professor Wang, I know you mean that the scope of my research topic is a bit too broad."

"But I remember almost every piece of data in the article, and I have the original data for all the articles I published here!"

"We collected all this data ourselves!"

Fang Ziye's articles cover a wide range, from new models for animal experiments to osteosarcoma and giant cell tumor of bone in the field of basic scientific research, and then to new classification definitions of fractures.

Clinical research on destructive damage.

After Fang Ziye finished replying, he saw that Wang Xinghuan had a furrowed brow and continued, "Professor Wang, our research group is still collecting data, and we should have several more articles to publish this year."

Since it's about being honest, Fang Ziye isn't afraid to put himself through some work, because these are things that are bound to happen soon.

"Have you struck gold?" Wang Xinghuan said, quite surprised.

Even after he finished speaking, in order to suppress the horror in his heart, he awkwardly opened the drawer on his left and took out a pack of Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes.

I lit one and let the smoke swirl around me without any attempt to hide it.

In a hospital, publishing an article of more than ten words is enough to warrant a short article from the publicity department on the official WeChat account or website.

If a research group has two articles with an impact factor of 15 or higher, the hospital should conduct an exclusive interview with them.

However, Fang Ziye's team completely deviated from this standard and concept.

This concept even made Dean Wang Xinghuan feel a little scared.

There's a saying: the higher you're praised, the harder you fall.

Fang Ziye could understand that Wang Xinghuan was not an orthopedic specialist, so he did not understand the practical significance of the clinical research they were doing.

In fact, whether it's damage or functional reconstruction, it's enough to make the provincial propaganda department excited, but those people may not have reacted yet.

There might be a response, but it would be suppressed by some hospitalized patients in the department to avoid having too few resources and then being unable to compete with them.

The newly unveiled "miniature circulatory device" represents a major revolution in trauma surgery. Although it imitates the principle of foreign extracorporeal circulation devices, it is an improvement upon it.

But it still deserves to be remembered by history.

"I guess so. I met a group of like-minded friends, and thanks to the hospital's trust, they gave the research group more funding."

"But our team did not let down the hospital's trust and generous support. Within our capabilities, we did our work conscientiously and diligently."

"We have achieved some results." Fang Ziye did not give a full answer.

Fang Ziye believed that Wang Xinghuan must know something about what had happened to him if he had summoned him.

Just one point.

If their research group hadn't produced anything groundbreaking, why would the Sixth People's Hospital of Shanghai send Fang Ziye to consult on the surgery?

Why would Tongji Hospital send him there for consultations, surgeries, and teaching lectures?
Why did the Trauma Surgery Branch of the Hubei Provincial Medical Association organize a special Q&A lecture?

There are traces of this.

Wang Xinghuan took a drag of his cigarette, letting it penetrate deep into his lungs, and then slowly exhaled.

Under the brief oxygen deprivation caused by the smoke and the "excitement" of nicotine, Wang Xinghuan nodded lightly: "Before you came, I had already talked with Professor Du and Professor Deng from your department many times."

"Of course, they highly recognize your abilities and have great respect for the clinical research you have conducted."

"But even Professor Du and Professor Deng found it very puzzling."

"Given the data, how did you manage to produce so many articles so quickly?"

"Writing articles is also a very mentally taxing task."

Wang Xinghuan strongly suspected that Fang Ziye's research group was using research funds to pay external companies to have them write on their behalf.

Such ghostwriting is very prone to problems.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye immediately smiled and said, "Teacher Wang, you don't need to worry about this at all. We have never sought out a professional writer for our articles."

"It's just that one of my junior colleagues in the research group is very good at this, so the statistical data might be relatively slow for him."

"But when it comes to writing articles, he writes as fluently as a native speaker."

Fang Ziye then noticed that Wang Xinghuan had other questions, so he added, "I also have a junior brother who is very good at data statistics and data analysis..."

Wang Xinghuan: "..."

"Cough cough cough!" Wang Xinghuan probably inhaled too much smoke at once, and coughed several times.

He couldn't resist shoving his cigarette butt into the ashtray, his mouth slightly agape: "Where did your research group get so many talented people?"

Good guy.

Fang Ziye led the charge as the vanguard, a junior apprentice used his data analysis skills to recuperate, and a writer devised the strategy.

This is how a pure production line for scientific research articles was created.

Fang Ziye continued to explain: "When I came to our hospital to take the postgraduate entrance exam, I had the worst grades. My overall interview score was the lowest. My mentor was not very experienced, so he could only mentor me."

“My junior colleague was taken in by our department leader, who felt sorry for him, so he was given priority in the selection process the following year.”

"My other junior brother was obtained by my master in exchange for not being promoted for a year."

Yuan Weihong did indeed refrain from promotion for a year.

Otherwise, after Yuan Weihong won the Excellent Young Scientists Fund project last year, he should have become an associate chief physician and associate professor.

As fate would have it, Wang Xinghuan's jealousy was no longer directed at Fang Ziye, but at that mysterious teacher.

There are several capable students.

He can stand alone and be invincible; imagine how great it would be if the three of them were together! How far will he ultimately be pushed?

Wang Xinghuan smacked his lips a few times, then looked Fang Ziye up and down for a while.

Fang Ziye was not tall, only about 1.78 meters. He was handsome, with a calm and composed demeanor, neither arrogant nor humble.

Now, because of their solid foundation, they don't need to boast at all. They appear humble and respectful, but in reality, they are very relaxed and not nervous at all.

What could Fang Ziye be nervous about? The amount of research papers he had on his shoulders could crush Wang Xinghuan. With the research output Fang Ziye had achieved, even top experts and professors might not dare to compete with him.

Some senior academicians, perhaps, have accumulated more knowledge and experience over the long years than Fang Ziye…

"So, do you submit your work?" Wang Xinghuan asked one last time. Fang Ziye replied, "No, no, Professor Wang, in most cases now, our research group accepts commissioned submissions."

"Of course we submit articles, but the number of submissions is not large."

Commissioning articles is usually a synonym for top-tier figures, and only top experts and professors, people with great prestige in the industry, receive such treatment.

The magazine did this in order to increase the journal's prestige and impact factor.

Fang Ziye's research group has now been able to get commissioned articles by such a top journal.

No wonder!

Commissioning articles and submitting articles are two different concepts; the supply and demand relationship has changed.

"Go back now," Wang Xinghuan said.

"Teacher Wang, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

"I have two more surgeries to perform later," Fang Ziye said as he slowly stood up.

"Go ahead and do a good job with the surgery."

……

After Fang Ziye left, Wang Xinghuan touched his wig, and after removing the thick wig, he revealed his typical Mediterranean 'hair'.

"Damn it," Wang Xinghuan muttered, swearing.

"I freaking called someone to Versailles right in front of me."

"That's really despicable."

A short while later, Wang Xinghuan called up one of the deputy directors of the research department's office.

He had specifically noticed the exceptionally high research output of Fang Ziye's research group.

"Dean Wang, how's the investigation going?" Deputy Director Han Mo asked.

"I have already reported this matter to Director Xiao."

Wang Xinghuan, with his hands supporting his chin, ran his right hand from the back of his head forward to make sure the wig covered his head, and then said, "Let's leave this matter here for now."

"What I just heard was a completely humble tone from Versailles; there shouldn't be any underhanded tactics involved."

"Moreover, as the medical department records show, Fang Ziye was invited by so many renowned hospitals with very strong orthopedic departments to perform consultations and surgeries."

"Of course they have made something remarkable. If you really want to find out, you can consult some orthopedic colleagues from other hospitals to find out what their research group is doing."

"Knock knock knock!" Just as Wang Xinghuan finished speaking, a knock sounded at the door.

"Please come in," Wang Xinghuan called out.

Han Mo, sitting opposite, instinctively stood up first, clearly waiting to see if he needed to be offered a seat.

The person who came was slightly overweight, with thick, straight thighs and a wide waist.

It was Xiong Hanzhong, the director of the medical affairs department.

Xiong Hanzhong entered and said with a smile, "Director Han is here too?"

Wang Xinghuan said, "Director Xiong, please tell us what you've found out."

Xiong Hanzhong said, "Dean Wang, you are truly remarkable."

"I have inquired with many friends at well-known orthopedic hospitals, and so far, none of them have performed the surgeries that our hospital routinely performs."

"At Jishuitan Hospital and Huashan Hospital, a small number of surgeries related to the treatment of peripheral nerve injuries are currently being performed."

"The results and quality of the surgery were very good, but according to insiders, it is still a long way from functional reconstruction."

"Furthermore, I heard that some professors from Huashan Hospital and Jishuitan Hospital said that they should take the initiative to come to our hospital to discuss and exchange ideas with Dr. Fang."

"It's just that some professors don't approve of this behavior; they just can't bring themselves to do it."

"What do you mean by 'can't bring yourself to do it'?" Wang Xinghuan asked, a little angry.

Isn't this just looking down on Zhongnan Hospital's level and thinking they're not qualified to have an equal exchange with them?

Although it was true, Wang Xinghuan still felt bad hearing it from Xiong Hanzhong.

Xiong Hanzhong reorganized his words: "They said that any surgery our hospital can do, their hospital can do too, it's just a matter of time."

"However, West China Hospital, Tongji Hospital, and Shanghai Sixth People's Hospital are currently cooperating closely with our hospital's orthopedics department."

"Functional reconstruction surgery has attracted some patients, but so far, the provincial authorities have advised against publicizing it too much to avoid losing profits..."

"Of course, the provincial government also said that it encourages our hospital's orthopedics department to conduct more professional exchanges and exchanges with our peers."

Xiong Hanzhong's expression changed slightly as he said this!

This is like taking off your pants to fart—completely unnecessary.

Those who are truly powerful and influential will have word spread as soon as they let it out. Capable people can still squeeze into the hospital; it's those in the middle who are afraid of being squeezed out if they want timely surgery.

"Sigh..." Wang Xinghuan sighed.

He covered his forehead and muttered under his breath, "What kind of nonsense is this? Our family has achieved something, and we're not even giving them an award?"

Han Mo said, "Dean, we are already doing our best to negotiate with the Institute for Science and Technology Development at Han City University."

"Such excellent surgical techniques need to be disseminated, and we can't rely solely on the orthopedics department to expand them."

Han City University is a ministry-affiliated university, directly under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Education. Therefore, it would be helpful if someone with more influence could step in.

Fang Ziye's team can develop even better, and subsequent teaching and other matters will proceed more smoothly.

At least in Wang Xinghuan's view, Zhongnan Hospital should not be solely focused on surgery.

It's been several months now, and there hasn't been a single proper report on the hospital's official website. People who don't know the situation might think that Wang Xinghuan is blind and that the hospital's publicity department is doing nothing!
They deliberately suppressed Fang Ziye and others.

"Let's continue communicating with the people at the Science Development Institute, and I'll keep thinking of ways to help."

"What if one day, Fang Ziye and his team shock the world, but they haven't even left Zhongnan Hospital yet?"

"We're being forced into the eye of the storm," Wang Xinghuan said with a clear head.

His options are very limited now: either help Fang Ziye expand his reach, or force Fang Ziye into a corner, suppress their development, and follow the "big picture."

Wang Xinghuan himself comes from a clinical background and knows the difficulties faced by clinical doctors.

So it was very natural to choose the former.

The promotion of this surgery should not rely on a small group of people, but rather on letting more people know that such a thing exists.

This will encourage more people to actively participate in functional reconstruction procedures, and allow more people to benefit from this breakthrough in medical technology.

That's all for today!

“I don’t want any private communication between you and the clinical team to happen. I’ve said before that Fang Ziye is directly responsible to me. No matter where you hear the call from, have him call me directly or relay the message,” Wang Xinghuan said.

(End of this chapter)