top student at medical school

Chapter 582 Accidental Injury and Murder!
Fang Ziye had to answer Chen Song's question eventually, so he stepped forward and said, "Dean Chen, I never thought I would climb this high. I just hoped to be a group leader in the laboratory."

The laboratory is also divided into groups, each responsible for different research directions.

Basic scientific research can also be divided into many categories. Fang Ziye is already familiar with these categories. What he wants to improve is the area of ​​energy metabolism!
"You're really greedy!" Chen Song shrugged his beard.

"But you've already stepped forward out of greed, and you're not the only one with greed."

"If you're capable, taking over the dean's position isn't such a bad idea," Chen Song said irritably.

Chen and Song's meaning is clear: they want to spend money but don't want to take responsibility.

There are no doors.

How many years did Chen and Song work in the medical field?

He knew perfectly well that without funding there was no research, and without money you couldn't do any research at all.

The sanatorium has relatively flexible funding sources, allowing researchers like Fang Ziye to temporarily escape the worries of funding and enjoy a peaceful place.

For those who truly want to pursue academic research and come here seeking to escape constraints, the only test is whether their resolve for freedom is stable.

The sanatorium itself does not restrict your personal freedom.

"Dean Chen, let's talk about this later. Let's get down to business first."

“And even if you have a goal, you have to move forward step by step,” Fang Ziye replied.

Chen Song nodded and changed his words: "Fang Ziye, you don't need to be too reserved. Here, you can talk about money when you need to talk about money, and talk about your future when you need to talk about your future. Talk openly and formally, and no one will say anything bad about you."

"You could say that those who come here have basically abandoned the idea of ​​seeking fame and fortune."

"You can talk about this topic with anyone without feeling ashamed."

"More importantly, the sanatorium is a platform for direct profit conversion, where basic scientific research is closely linked to the company and breakthroughs in patents can be directly transformed into products."

"You should know this better than I do, shouldn't you?"

"Let me think about it. You should have received a substantial profit dividend in February of this year, right?" Chen Song asked with a smile.

Fang Ziye nodded; what Chen Song said was true.

The reason Fang Ziye went on a spree during his last trip to Han City was simply because his wallet was a little bulging.

He collaborated with Chen Guangbai's company on an animal model of limb salvage surgery for catastrophic injuries, plus a royalty-sharing arrangement for the patent rights to a miniature circulatory device.

They received a full three million.

This only includes orders that have already been sold, not the remaining 90% of pre-orders.

Animal models of limb salvage surgery based on limb damage are only suitable for orthopedic surgeons.

The deployment of miniature circulatory devices involves numerous 120 ambulances, emergency equipment kits, hospitals, departments, emergency rooms, equipment warehouses, and logistical reserves across the country…

This will be a very large supply volume.

We are currently in the stage of producing and selling domestically, and have not yet expanded production to exports.

With just this one patent, Fang Ziye has earned hundreds of millions in dividends and profits, which is by no means an exaggeration.

Why do we need to conduct basic research? Why do we need to translate research patents into tangible products?

The reason is that simple: it's extremely profitable, sometimes even a hundred thousand times more profitable!

"Dean Chen, actually I had made an appointment with Mr. Chen before, wanting to invite him to dinner to thank him in person, but Mr. Chen has been very busy, and I haven't had such an opportunity yet," Fang Ziye replied frankly.

Previously, it was difficult for Chen Song to make an appointment with Fang Ziye, but now Fang Ziye wants to make an appointment with Chen Song, but Chen Song doesn't have that much free time.

"You'll have your chance soon. Drink in moderation, and try not to drink during work hours."

"Don't become a drunkard; drinking will ruin everything." Chen Song himself prefers tea to wine, but he can understand why others love wine.

“I don’t like drinking myself,” Fang Ziye replied.

"Dean Chen, should I go out and help out?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Hey..." Chen Song rolled his eyes at Fang Ziye and said inscrutably, "You think that pot of soup is really our dinner?"

Fang Ziye's buttocks stopped moving, and then Chen Song talked to Fang Ziye about some issues in basic scientific research in modern medicine.

Furthermore, I would like to ask Fang Ziye if he has any suggestions on the analysis and statistics of the properties of existing Chinese medicines.

The scriptures passed down from the ancients are certainly correct, but the Chinese herbal medicines of that era were mostly wild and aged enough.

Modern Chinese herbal medicines are mostly cultivated artificially, which may slightly reduce their medicinal properties. Given this situation, even with the protection of medicinal herbs by closing off mountains, the development of medicine will inevitably lead to a situation where production cannot meet demand.

The current trend in basic research of traditional Chinese medicine is to re-evaluate the nature of cultivated medicinal materials and re-quantify prescriptions in a down-to-earth manner.

A living person can't be killed by holding their urine...

"Dean Chen, I'm not very familiar with basic research in traditional Chinese medicine, but I've heard that the basic research on traditional Chinese medicine decoctions is currently moving towards cell experiments?" Fang Ziye asked.

"They all left."

"It mainly involves cells related to underlying diseases, which makes it easier to adjust drug dosages."

"This is similar to the quantitative analysis of a new drug in your modern medicine, such as why this drug is a single tablet and how many grams or milligrams a tablet contains."

“We need to work on the concentration of our herbal decoctions and the proportions of different herbs gradually,” Chen Song replied.

Fang Ziye then asked, "Dean Chen, why not choose animal testing?"

"We can't diagnose diseases by taking an animal's pulse, can we? We can't do that with cells either..."

"If we want a very direct matching method, we can only do it on living people!" Chen Song's lips twitched slightly.

The development of traditional Chinese medicine over thousands of years has been a relatively intensive process of 'scientific research'!
It was done directly on a living person.

Even the analysis of medicinal properties was done by tasting the herbs himself, discerning their flavor and properties...

Fang Ziye seemed to understand why research in traditional Chinese medicine was progressing slowly and why its directions were so varied and strange.

How can you possibly get everything sorted out in a short time by just stuffing people in?
With the current legislation, no leader would dare to allow you to do this.

For example, the medicinal properties of cultivated Chinese herbs are not sufficient, so they are either sourced from the wild, preventing ordinary people from accessing authentic Chinese medicinal herbs and supplying them to those in power.

Alternatively, one can follow ancient prescriptions, which typically have the same medicinal effects.

To be honest, if the dosage of drugs is increased on a large scale and patients are directly used as test subjects, it would be a mass "incident" if something goes wrong. No one would dare to let such a thing happen in their jurisdiction.

As for whether our ancestors compared the meridians of animals and used methods of diagnosis and treatment, Fang Ziye really doesn't have a thorough understanding.

"Xiao Fang, so we have no choice but to use distorted scientific research methods to slowly develop our traditional Chinese medicine."

"To the point that some well-known professors, and even academicians of modern medicine, now say that traditional Chinese medicine is useless, but Chinese herbal medicine is useful. Chinese herbal medicine is the real good stuff." Chen Song's voice was rather cautious.

But does Fang Ziye know who they are?
The most representative figure is Dr. Zhong, who made significant contributions to China and was awarded the Medal of the Republic.

"However, Dean Chen, Professor Zhong shares some of your views. Developing traditional Chinese medicine requires resisting quack doctors, counterfeit and substandard Chinese medicines, and accelerating modernization."

"This seems to be the first modern medical doctor to put forward such a concept so clearly," Fang Ziye said.

Chen Song nodded and said naturally, "So now he and I are in the same boat. In the mainstream TCM community, he is being attacked and killed. People think he is killing the future of TCM. He is a very staunch anti-TCM faction."

"I'm not afraid to tell you that some of the more famous traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in our country started their careers using this method."

"If we really do want to investigate and punish them severely!"

Chen Song tilted his head left and right, looking at his room: "Now many groups that profit under the guise of traditional Chinese medicine will be implicated."

"What kind of nonsense is this?!" Chen Song lived up to Fang Ziye's reputation, daring to speak his mind and criticize.

They were practically saying that modern traditional Chinese medicine is a den of rotten rats.

Fang Ziye did not submit a single word for evaluation.

……

When Chen Guangxian, Chen Guangbai's daughter, came in to call the two of them for dinner, Fang Ziye finally understood what Chen and Song meant by dinner.

As lunchtime approached, Chen Guangbai finished stir-frying the cured pork and dried tofu strips himself, and then the chef team and the cleaning lady team walked in from outside.

Remember, it's a team, not just one or two people.

The prepared food was brought over by car and laid out on a large table.

There was seafood, poached chicken, stir-fried vegetables—a dazzling array of dishes…

Except for the lack of guests and the absence of those super-large round tables, it was basically complete.

The crabs are all crab roe and crab meat, not the whole crab that's laid out for you to eat.

This spectacle seemed to fit Fang Ziye's understanding of billionaires, yet it also made him feel like he was living in a dream.

They ate with great enjoyment.

The dishes he cooked himself were delicious with rice, the seafood was sweet and refreshing, and the sashimi gave Fang Ziye a new definition of the word "sashimi".

……

There's no need to clean up afterward; someone will pack up the pots and pans and take them away!

Chen Guangbai estimated that a kitchen and storeroom had been set up nearby, specifically to serve Old Master Chen and Song.

Can also understand.

Chen Guangbai is rich. As long as the money wasn't obtained through swindling or cheating, you can't really say anything if he asks Old Master Chen Song to weave quilts with gold thread. It's just that it will make the old man more prone to catching a cold.

……

"The 'Xi' in 'hope' and the 'Xian' in 'Xian' (莶) with the grass radical and the 'qian' radical are also Chinese medicinal herbs. They are not the 'Xian' in 'immortal'." In the living room, Chen Xixian introduced herself generously, while also looking Fang Ziye up and down.

His gaze was cautious, as if he were deep in thought.

Seeing his daughter like this, Chen Guangbai said directly, "This is Professor Fang, the head of the orthopedics department at the sanatorium. She's not here for a blind date, so don't look at her."

Chen Xixian said, "Dad? This isn't the first time you've come up with an excuse like this."

Chen Xixian kept glancing at Fang Ziye, not because she thought Fang Ziye was particularly handsome.

Chen Xixian isn't hard to find people with Fang Ziye's looks, but the unique temperament that Fang Ziye possesses combined with his appearance is truly rare.

"Go have fun by yourself. Professor Fang and I have some serious business to discuss." To allay Chen Xixian's concerns and to make Fang Ziye feel more comfortable, Chen Guangbai directly sent Chen Xixian away.

"Then I'll go keep Grandpa company." Chen Xixian went straight out the door, not being particularly reserved even though Fang Ziye was there.

She probably saw that Fang Ziye was her peer, and even if his family background was similar to hers, they were still just peers who could be friends, not elders, so there was no need to pay too much attention to etiquette.

After Chen Xixian left, Chen Guangbai's wife, Zhong Ling, came in: "Professor Fang, would you prefer tea or coffee?"

“I’m fine with anything, thank you, Auntie!” Fang Ziye looked Zhong Ling up and down.

Zhong Ling is probably around fifty years old, but her figure hasn't changed at all. It's just that her face isn't very well maintained, but she still has a lot of charm.

Zhong Ling smiled and said, "I've had some tea prepared."

After saying that, she walked to Chen Guangbai's side, clearly wanting to join the conversation between Chen Guangbai and Fang Ziye.

Chen Guangbai said, "Your Aunt Zhong doesn't have a medical background, but she holds an important position in our company; she's like a head housekeeper."

“Every expense you incur at the sanatorium goes through her, so you can talk to her with peace of mind.”

"Professor Fang, you've really injected a significant amount of fresh blood into our company's market!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye felt slightly guilty.

Based on my current share, I estimate that the company's net profit will be less than 50 million. Even if we include potential profits, it will only be one percent of the company's total profit.

Chen Guangbai's words were somewhat hypocritical.

"Mr. Chen, you flatter me."

“This can be calculated from the accounts, unless you, Mr. Chen, are dishonest and have skimmed some money from it.” Fang Ziye used this as a preemptive strike, taking the initiative.

You said you took a lot of the share, but you only gave me this little bit. Are you up to something?
"Professor Fang, this is just the beginning. You haven't even officially cooperated with our company yet; it's just a patent licensing agreement."

"It's only been six months of cooperation, and this person is already our company's VIP."

"You may not be the operator of the company, so you can't see the important aspects."

"It's not just about market share, but also about market activity and engagement."

Zhong Ling added, "Professor Fang, doing business is mainly divided into two parts: one is your own territory, and the other is new market volume."

"New traffic is more valuable than old traffic. If you have your own unique track, your core competitiveness will be much greater."

"There were only so many medical-related sectors from the beginning."

"However, I heard from your Uncle Chen that Professor Fang, you seem to have opened up a new track, which is related to basic scientific research?"

"I wonder if Professor Fang would be willing to continue cooperating with our company?"

"We have already deployed our engineers for the production and R&D of related basic equipment. As soon as the initial design drawings are completed, a mature production line will be in operation."

"It will take at most one day for the finished product to reach the laboratory in Enshi. Logistics are very developed and fast nowadays," Zhong Ling said sincerely.

"Uncle Chen, if I agree, will Dean Chen scold me for being indecisive?"

"I'm already quite distracted," Fang Ziye replied.

Chen Guangbai shook his head: "I have already discussed this matter with my grandfather!"

"He meant the same thing."

"Although the demand for basic experiments is not large for individual laboratories, the market in China alone is worth at least several billion yuan every year, and the market worldwide is worth at least several billion US dollars."

"Even if we only get one percent, it's still meat, after all, it's a new market."

"I reckon if it weren't for the fact that Professor Fang's contact and communication methods were unilaterally protected, your phone would be ringing off the hook right now!" Chen Guangbai said.

There are some people whose contact information you can't just call anywhere. Otherwise, many academicians in China wouldn't be able to sleep all day long.

“Uncle Chen, let’s try it together. This thing is quite important,” Fang Ziye replied.

Once some basic methods of argumentation are overturned, it has far-reaching consequences.

It's not just Wu Xuanqi's team that will be affected. If Fang Ziye only digs the hole and doesn't fill it, he'll definitely be severely criticized later...

Having dug this hole, of course we have to find a way to fill it.

If Fang Ziye can fill the gaps for Wu Xuanqi, then it is naturally necessary to quickly develop more rigorous optimization experiments on tumor migration and invasion, as well as the corresponding equipment.

Otherwise, if everyone starts from this point and takes revising the conclusion as the end goal, future research paths will become even more difficult.

"Then thank you for your kind words, Professor Fang." Zhong Ling and Chen Guangbai both smiled...

Last time, during the collaboration on the micro-circulation device, neither of them showed up in person; instead, they sent someone to contact Fang Ziye.

Not long after this, Fang Ziye made another breakthrough, and Chen Song invited Fang Ziye again. The two of them simply gave Fang Ziye face and personally communicated with him.

There were no details provided, but the portion size was quite generous.

They could buy it out for a high price of 200 million, or give Fang Ziye a share of the profits. Furthermore, they invited Fang Ziye to serve as the company's technical consultant and reward him with the shares he held.

……

When Fang Ziye came out of the courtyard, he looked back at the inconspicuous little courtyard and felt as if he had been transported to another world.

Fang Ziye has not yet agreed to hire a technical consultant, nor has he agreed to a buyout!

But the patent buyout price of 200 million yuan left Fang Ziye somewhat bewildered.

Two small goals, what does that mean?
Fang Ziye deposited it in the bank, which would at least get him a black card, generating millions in interest alone each year.

Of course, Fang Ziye himself assessed that the price was still too high, mainly because Chen Guangbai saw his potential and wanted to win him over.

After the buyout of 200 million, the company's profit margin will become extremely low.

It could take several years to break even.

Fang Ziye retrieved his car and drove it back to the villa area's parking area.

"Brother Shui, you've had a hard day." Fang Ziye pushed a pack of cigarettes towards him.

Among the security team, Fang Ziye was most familiar with Long Jinhua and Wang Youshui. "Youshui" means swimming!
As for why Wang Youshui's parents gave him this name, that remains unknown.

Wang Youshui quickly waved his hand: "Professor Fang, this is absolutely not allowed, this is really not allowed."

"Our captain just announced some new rules recently, so you'd better not give them to me."

“If we get caught again, that will be a mistake.” Wang Youshui quickly pushed Fang Ziye out.

“Then I’ll leave it in my student dormitory, you can go get it. The main thing is that I don’t smoke either, so it’s better for the older folks inside to smoke less…” Fang Ziye said.

"This?" Wang Youshui thought for a moment and offered a compromise suggestion.

"Professor Fang, how about I ask you to buy it for me?"

Fang Ziye shook his head: "That won't do. If you buy it from me, the nature of the transaction will change!"

"Hey, I've emptied it..." Fang Ziye opened the cigarette box and emptied half of it into Wang Youshui's cigarette box.

Fang Ziye had just returned to the villa area when he saw Luo Tingzhu sitting in the living room with her legs crossed, looking at him with an unusually resentful gaze, as if she had an indescribable sense of "grievance"!
"What's wrong, Tingzhu? Was dinner not good?" Fang Ziye asked, his eyes darting around as he changed his shoes.

"Come here, senior brother!"

"It's all your fault," Luo Tingzhu said, her voice filled with grievance.

Fang Ziye quickly moved over and, after reading the announcement posted by the graduate school teacher in the group, his ears twitched and his forehead furrowed.

Graduate School: "We have received a message from the Graduate School that our research group on tumors must closely follow the front lines of scientific research, and the conclusions and methods of argumentation must be rigorous."

"The situation is urgent and the task is important. All graduating students, please take note."

Then, the group chat exploded with arguments!

In the medical field, there are far too many PhDs researching tumors.

For some doctoral students who put in a lot of work into their research, it didn't matter if they changed their methods of argumentation or revised their conclusions; they could still graduate.

However, some slackers are not like that.

It cannot be ruled out that even at Han City University or Kyoto University, there are people with connections who just want a doctoral degree and may have bought their papers.

This includes, but is not limited to, SCI articles, as well as graduation theses.

Fang Ziye's move to cut off their supply lines crippled these people.

Even Luo Tingzhu, who studies osteosarcoma, was affected...

"Senior, if I get called back by the Graduate School, I'll hate you!" Luo Tingzhu pouted, clearly very reluctant.

This time she came to Enshi, prepared to stay there permanently.

Working with Fang Ziye, planning our wedding photos together, preparing for the wedding—there were so many things we could do…

If they were to drag her back to prepare for graduation again, even though Fang Ziye is her boyfriend, it would change her expectations, and she would still be upset.

"How could this be? Why is the school making things difficult for you at this crucial moment?" Fang Ziye asked, feeling puzzled after reading the report.

"Why else could it be? The school wants to support you."

Luo Tingzhu's tone was resentful: "Such a perfect opportunity to showcase the school's overall quality, it would be strange if the school didn't pull some tricks!"

"However, I'm fine. I completed my defense ahead of schedule, so from the perspective of the defense date, there were no problems with my research process."

"However, those who have not completed their defense must revise their conclusions before then."

"Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that a blanket ban might be implemented in schools, affecting everyone..."

Fang Ziye looked at Luo Tingzhu, his eyes filled with apology: "Tingzhu, I didn't mean to."

Fang Ziye took a deep breath. Well, he didn't expect that the first person he would accidentally hurt would be his girlfriend!

"I know."

"But senior brother, do you know how many people are cursing you right now? And how nasty are they saying it?"

“Teacher Xu Jin has probably been scolded less often than you have these past few days,” Luo Tingzhu said.

Of course, Luo Tingzhu did not show Fang Ziye the content of the insults directed at him.

Fang Ziye didn't care at all: "Let them curse, I can't shut other people up."

"If scientific research has to give way to doctoral graduation, then don't do scientific research at all." Fang Ziye's mindset was very stable.

What a joke! So what if a bunch of graduating PhDs are cursing?
Isn't it normal to publish your findings as articles?
Do we have to wait until you all graduate before we send it out?

Why don't you think about how your teachers would kneel down and beg you to graduate, and how they would stuff all their achievements into your hands?
Admittedly, it will have some impact on them, but as PhD students, they need to have a certain degree of adaptability when doing scientific research.

Fang Ziye was also criticized point-to-point during his master's thesis defense, right?
So we still need to adapt to different situations?

Just then, a private chat message on Luo Tingzhu's computer WeChat interface lit up with a red dot.

"Senior sister, are you still online?"

“My teacher just got angry again. He said he wanted to beat up your boyfriend.”

"Someone persuaded him, saying your boyfriend is an orthopedic surgeon, and that's how he calmed down." After clicking on the link, Luo Tingzhu immediately clicked on other places.

Fang Ziye then grasped Luo Tingzhu's hand: "No, let me finish reading."

The other party's contact information is: Lin Jiajia, School of Basic Medical Sciences and Basic Laboratory.

Fang Ziye flipped up a few more pages before he discovered it!
Lin Jiajia's teacher is from the School of Basic Medical Sciences, specializing in basic experimental methodology. His research focuses on improving the "tumor migration and invasion experiments" and modifying the transwell chamber.

In simpler terms, his argument is based on optimizing the current fundamental theories of migration and invasion experiments.

Fang Ziye's article completely dismantled the structure of his research.

The bridge was demolished, and one person was killed in the accident.

The key point is that the initial investment has been made and the project has been approved.

Fang Ziye genuinely didn't know about this, and even if he did, he would only advise the other party not to continue investing money.

There are so many areas where basic scientific research can be improved. The reason why basic theory is difficult is that there are too many uncertainties.

"Let's go back!" Fang Ziye sat down with Luo Tingzhu.

"Don't be angry, I'll treat you to milk tea," Fang Ziye comforted him.

Luo Tingzhu felt much better: "I just don't want to leave you again, Senior Brother. I'm so wronged."

“The sucker is right here,” Fang Ziye said, pointing to the computer screen.

“Junior Sister Lin, it’s very common for research directions and concepts to conflict. There are so many people and teams doing scientific research, it’s impossible to communicate and discuss with each team before conducting an experiment.”

"Actually, your teacher's research topic is not wrong. Migration and invasion experiments can be improved and optimized."

“This direction is correct,” Luo Tingzhu replied.

Lin Jiajia said, "Senior sister, that's true, but my teacher was planning to use this project to apply for the Outstanding Young Scientists Fund. Now everything is ruined."

"Huh? Will I still be able to graduate next year?"

"Even if we achieve research results now, it's just rehashing old ideas..."

"Senior, is your boyfriend next to you?"

Lin Jiajia asked.

"Yes!!" Luo Tingzhu replied.

"Please ask him to leave for ten minutes. Fifteen minutes."

“Okay!” Luo Tingzhu gestured for Fang Ziye to proceed.

Fang Ziye's lips twitched as he got up.

So this is how Luo Tingzhu usually builds her network? She even sells her 'husband'!
……

Less than fifteen minutes later, Luo Tingzhu came looking for Fang Ziye.

"How badly I was scolded? It's okay, I can accept it." Fang Ziye was quite calm.

If someone were to derail Fang Ziye's research project and force him to find another path, Fang Ziye would still curse, but he would be cursing while simultaneously looking for a way out.

When Fang Ziye first learned that Wu Xuanqi had done that kind of thing, didn't he curse him in his heart?
Fang Ziye wasn't that aloof.

“My junior sister cried because I scolded her…” Luo Tingzhu mischievously stuck out her tongue.

"Have you ordered milk tea yet?" Luo Tingzhu asked.

"The bubble tea shop closed early today, so I ordered coffee instead! Is that okay?" Fang Ziye replied, then looked the other person up and down.

"Junior Sister Lin was able to pursue a doctorate because of your help, Senior Brother. Do you remember when I asked you to help me with some experiments?"

“She’s one of the beneficiaries, and now she’s still cursing. Isn’t she just asking for trouble?” Luo Tingzhu said.

Then he handed the phone to Fang Ziye.

After reading their chat history, Fang Ziye felt that he didn't seem to know his girlfriend very well anymore.

Luo Tingzhu always seemed so gentle and weak, didn't she?

However, Fang Ziye quickly figured it out.

How could Luo Tingzhu be as weak as she appears?
She must be very confident within her own circle.

For example, her senior sister Huang Xiruo, and her senior brothers, all had equal strength and weakness in their interactions with Luo Tingzhu.

At first, Luo Tingzhu was quite assertive when she was with him, even a bit condescending, and she was generous in giving advice to Fang Ziye.

He only regarded Fang Ziye as a junior brother.

Fang Ziye finished reading and was very satisfied: "Not bad, it truly lives up to my reputation as a good bamboo flute."

Fang Ziye was quite satisfied with Luo Tingzhu's reply, which was defensive and left no room for doubt.

Luo Tingzhu looked somewhat worried.

Fang Ziye reassured them, "Don't worry, I reckon that even if the graduate school is very strong-willed and wants to support its own school's basic research achievements, it won't impose it on the students."

"You must always believe in the care and love that Seoul University has for its students."

"We won't make you go back to fix it!"

Fang Ziye himself did not enjoy much preferential treatment from Wuhan University, but when he was the chief resident, he heard too many stories of associate professors and professors having their teaching evaluations rejected because they did not take good care of interns.

"Study at Huazhong University of Science and Technology, play at Wuhan University"—this saying is not just a joke.

At Seoul University, many choices are free.

As long as you can graduate and as long as you work hard, Han City University will basically not force you to do anything else. The environment it provides is a hands-off environment!
As expected, it ended in a night of arguments between the parties.

The following morning, the Graduate School of Seoul University revised the announcement again.

"Following an emergency meeting of the college leadership, we have now been notified that the references for this year's graduating doctoral and master's theses must be submitted up to December of last year."

"You can use last year's latest research findings for your graduation defense!"

After reading it, Luo Tingzhu smiled radiantly.

Students are so lucky; the world is relatively tolerant of them!
Professor Xu, Lin Jiajia's teacher, was not so accommodating!
I still failed!
(End of this chapter)