top student at medical school

Chapter 64 Capital and Students (Please add to your favorites and read on!)
Yuan Weihong looked at Fang Ziye and said, "Ziye, life is a long journey, and life is not just about work. Knowing how to navigate social situations will make your path smoother."

"When doing something, from beginning to end, different methods can lead to different variables. Therefore, we cannot look at things only on the surface, but at the core."

"Many things you don't understand are actually based on the underlying logic of relative equivalent exchange."

At that moment, Fang Ziye felt that his teacher had completely changed. He was less serious and mature than usual, but had gained a different kind of charm. Perhaps this was what being a teacher meant.

Fang Ziye nodded, having learned by example.

"Master, there's something else I need to tell you, but I don't know if it's in accordance with the rules." Fang Ziye accepted Yuan Weihong's help in his heart, concealing his gratitude, and walked alongside Yuan Weihong.

"Go ahead," Yuan Weihong said, looking around with a pleased expression.

It evokes a feeling of "others laugh at my madness, but I laugh at their inability to see through me."

Fang Ziye then explained to Yuan Weihong in detail Luo Tingzhu's desire to conduct experiments from other departments in the laboratory: "I just don't know if this would be against the rules."

But Fang Ziye's tricks and methods were no match for Yuan Weihong.

He immediately saw through his lie: "Are you asking if it's against the rules, or are you trying to help someone complain? I feel like the latter is more likely."

Having his thoughts directly exposed, Fang Ziye was neither restrained nor particularly embarrassed: "Master, I guess you could say we all have it. Currently, it seems that Professor Deng's group only has Luo Tingzhu, so there's not much for her to do."

Professor Deng Yong basically made arrangements for everyone else, whether they were master's students or doctoral students, but Luo Tingzhu had to fight alone.

"Why not?"

"Professor Deng had explained this situation to Tingzhu before. The number of basic research projects and the amount of funding available in the internal medicine department were better than in our orthopedics department, but she was unwilling to go. She made her own choice, so she has to grit her teeth and finish it herself."

"Professor Deng Yong's group currently has relatively limited resources. Tingzhu is an extra spot and was not within Professor Deng Yong's initial consideration. There's nothing we can do about it, so we'll just have to make do for now."

“Tingzhu is just using the laboratory platform. It doesn’t matter which department’s experiments it conducts, as long as it doesn’t consume too much of the group’s funds to conduct experiments for outsiders, there’s no problem,” Yuan Weihong replied with a smile.

This suddenly revealed a lot to Fang Ziye.

"Master, what about our group?" Fang Ziye hesitated for a moment before asking.

Yuan Weihong paused, then turned to face Fang Ziye and asked, "Let me ask you this: do you want me to take on another doctoral student, or another student?"

“Professor Deng and I can easily take on another doctoral student and ensure their graduation. But you’re overestimating your mentor’s abilities by asking for a full-fledged student. Even your mentor can’t do that.”

"Ziye, the research projects that Master applied for are all that our three-person team has to offer right now. They are to prepare for my future applications for general projects and the Young Thousand Talents Program, and they will also serve as the foundation for your doctoral graduation resume, as well as a resource reserve for your future graduation and doctoral studies."

"To put it bluntly, graduating with a doctorate these days is not just about personal ability, but also about the depth of one's accumulated resources and the efficiency of those resources."

"The more resources are accumulated and the higher the utilization rate of those resources, the more results can be seen, and the more competitive one will be. Whether it is clinical procedures or laboratory research funding, it is all limited."

When Yuan Weihong got to this point, he also swore: "Damn it, we're all grown men, and when a wild little girl sneaks into our department and lab, who wouldn't feel sorry for her?"

"But what can we do?" "Tell me, which of your senior classmates did Professor Deng abandon, and then pour all the resources into Luo Tingzhu? Can you choose one?"

"Wang Yuanqi? Gu Yi? Dong Wenqiang? Xue Cao? Or is it the newcomer Yan Zhiming?"

"Or rather, I'll just stop interfering with your cultivation and let you grow wild on your own. Do you agree to that?"

Fang Ziye remained silent. He dared not agree to such a thing; instead, he felt a little nervous.

Yuan Weihong then resumed his pigeon-toed gait, walked forward with his hands behind his back, and said reassuringly, "Whether you agree or not, your doctoral position is redundant."

"Professor Deng doesn't have many resources to allocate to you, so there's nothing I can do but let you rely on your parents."

Fang Ziye quickly followed, and after walking alongside Yuan Weihong again, Yuan Weihong said, "You can broaden your perspective a bit. Although right now, you, Yuan Pei, and Luo Tingzhu are all fellow disciples."

"But three years later, when we graduated, the trauma surgery department of Zhongnan Hospital had at most one spot available for hospitalization."

"Think about it." After saying that, Yuan Weihong patted Fang Ziye on the shoulder, gently pushed Fang Ziye in the opposite direction, and then said no more.

As Fang Ziye watched Yuan Weihong's retreating figure, he felt a sense of loss, yet also a feeling that he had grown a bit more!
If you're out in the world, don't try to take on everything if you don't have the capital, or you'll end up badly hurt. Especially if you don't even have the capital, don't dream of being a saint or a sage.

Defeated by reality, Fang Ziye gave up all his ambitions.

……

Back in the department, Fang Ziye saw that Lan Tianluo and Jie Han were still dawdling over the medical orders for the patients under their care, just like he had been doing. They hadn't done a single thing he had assigned them.

When Jie Han saw Fang Ziye return, he immediately put down what he was doing and asked, "Senior brother, is Master alright?"

Fang Ziye shook his head: "Master is happier than we imagined."

"Huh?" Jie Han was dumbfounded.

Taking the opportunity, Lan Tianluo whispered as he drove, "I told you, you can't imagine how happy the teachers are."

Fang Ziye immediately nudged Lan Tianluo with his fist. Lan Tianluo twisted and dodged twice, and then they each went back to their places to do their own thing.

While distinguishing clinical drug literature, Fang Ziye glanced out of the corner of his eye at a young woman who was also marking experimental procedures in literature in the corner of the office desk, and his emotions became a little complicated for a moment.

He secretly wondered if the teacher would let her off the hook if he could avoid graduating at the same time as her.
But Fang Ziye immediately dismissed the idea.

Graduating early doesn't necessarily mean you'll find a good job sooner; let's see how things go.

Just then, someone in the office suddenly exploded.

"Look at bed 9, whose patient is this? Come and take a look at what you've written." The speaker was Chief Resident Jin Hongzhou. He seemed to have been unable to hold back any longer after looking at the medical records for one bed.

(End of this chapter)