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Chapter 647 A Show of Skills! (Please Subscribe)
"Ziye, are you sitting here alone, lost in thought?" Li Yuanpei walked in with a cup of coffee, but there was no share for Fang Ziye.

Coffee is meant to keep you alert, but what people need most these days is more rest.

"Yuanpei, have you had lunch yet?"

“You’ve all worked hard these past few days, so please take a break when you have time. After all, I’ve already gotten through to Professor Wu Xuanqi and Professor Duan Hong, so there’s no need for you to rush,” Fang Ziye said.

Li Yuanpei and others are genuine professional doctoral students. Immediately after the accident, they were called to the entrance of the sanatorium to conduct screening work, which must have been very tiring.

"We're fine. We slept soundly for a whole day and night. Today we're just here to clean up the mess we didn't finish in the lab before."

Li Yuanpei found a stool, sat down, and leaned back in the chair: "Lately, I've increasingly felt that human nature is inherently base."

“Back then, we fellow students didn’t even have enough research funding to go around. We were all fighting and scrambling for it, and we felt incredibly pressed for it.”

"I was afraid that I wouldn't do a good enough job and then I wouldn't have the funding to do experiments and graduate. I was also afraid that I wouldn't be able to get results with limited funding."

"Later, when I arrived in Enshi, the breadth of research topics and the abundance of funding were completely different from before, but I missed those days when we were fighting tooth and nail for food."

"Recently, I've been thinking about going back to clinical practice. I feel like it gets boring after spending too much time in the lab."

Fang Ziye smiled and replied, "Yuanpei, doing basic experiments is extremely boring. All in all, it's just repeating the same thing every day. It's even more boring than our work as resident physicians."

"It would be very difficult for an average person to endure."

"If I'm not mistaken, you and some other senior students are almost finished with the large-scale experiments on this circumferential pathway, right?"

Li Yuanpei and his group have been in Enshi for four months.

They arrived in Enshi in early March, and it's almost July now, which is four months in total.

Li Yuanpei, Jie Han, Dong Wenqiang, Xue Cao, Xiong Jinhuan, Liu Haojiang, Tang Cheng (a PhD student of Shen Tao, a senior doctor at the Provincial People's Hospital), and Lin Luo (a Master's student).

Even excluding Jie Han's contributions in the first two months, it still took seven people working together for four months, which adds up to twenty-eight months.

Even if it's one task every two weeks, it has accumulated to more than fifty tasks by now.

"It's still a long way from being completely finished, but the more important parts have already been completed."

“When we came here before, we estimated that there would be more than 8,000 tasks. It would take forever to finish them all!” Li Yuanpei shook his head slightly.

Based on the team's current progress, even if they continue to work together for seven months and continue to work at a rate of one week per week, each person can only produce a little over a hundred a year, and seven people can only produce a little over seven hundred a year!
With over 8,000 tasks, it's estimated that it will take more than a decade to complete.

They were able to keep going until all seven of them were promoted from attending physician to senior physician.

The research is deep and broad enough, and the contributions are substantial.

"Wu Xuanqi has really had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to have offended you," Li Yuanpei chuckled.

"Oh, by the way, Ziye, we're planning to submit a paper to Cancer Discovery together, around IF28."

Wu Xuanqi had a "sudden inspiration" to try and embarrass Yuan Weihong and drag Fang Ziye into a quagmire. As a result, Fang Ziye countered by piling up a super-explosive basic research project with more than 8,000 tasks.

This wasn't a formal targeting tactic; Fang Ziye immediately retaliated by deleting all of Wu Xuanqi's published articles.

Wu Xuanqi did exactly what he wanted Fang Ziye to do, and was even 'humiliated' by Fang Ziye in front of everyone in their research group.

You want to learn?

I'll teach you...

This time, Wu Xuanqi's wings were truly broken.

Even if Wu Xuanqi manages to surpass Fang Ziye and secure the position of Hubei Province's academic leader through various means, his fellow students would likely not be convinced.

"Send it! There are different workloads too."

“I estimate that the workload you’ve accumulated so far can be sent out.” Fang Ziye did not respond to Li Yuanpei’s question about Wu Xuanqi.

Back then, he completed more than fifty projects on his own in four months, and the impact factor of the published works was around 20.

However, Fang Ziye's research project was not as high-quality as the current large circular pathway, so it naturally did not achieve an impact factor of 28.

"Ziye, I discussed this with Senior Brother Dong Wenqiang and the others before I came."

"If possible, we still plan to stay for a full six months, complete the major key experiments, and then go back to take the research back with us."

"After all, we are still students of Zhongnan Hospital, and our master is not here, so it's not proper for us to act this way."

“I asked my master, and he thinks so too,” Li Yuanpei said.

Li Yuanpei and others came here for two reasons: first, to conduct experiments and accumulate knowledge; and second, to help Yuan Weihong deal with the crisis.

Now that Yuan Weihong's crisis has been resolved, they naturally have to return.

Fang Ziye nodded: "Since you've already asked your master, then go back. You can bring your research projects back openly; Professor Yuan and I won't pursue the matter."

"Exactly, you should arrange the authors of the articles on the key nodes of the current large loop pathway yourself, and you can't create any contradictions, okay?"

"After all, if each of you is responsible for a few key points, it shouldn't be too difficult to send a cancer cell report."

Fang Ziye initially provided more than a dozen major nodes, and now they have completed these major nodes.

Breaking down these dozen or so major nodes, there can be over 8,000 tasks, meaning each node contains at least 700 tasks!
Even if you publish them in separate parts, it would be enough to publish a basic paper worth 40 or 50 points.

It just takes a very, very long time.

With Fangziye providing a safety net and a starting point, there's no need to worry about going in the wrong direction or incurring trial and error costs.

"I won't thank you enough; we'll always be brothers." Li Yuanpei bowed slightly, his voice somber but formal.

Fang Ziye and Li Yuanpei were just classmates. There are no obligations between classmates, and no one needs to be responsible for another.

Fang Ziye's favor was too great.

"I can't finish it all myself."

"At our age, if we want to go out for drinks, do you still think about eating alone?" Fang Ziye said with a smile.

When families are poor, brothers might think about eating more meat to satisfy their appetites.

But once you have some real wealth, you want people to come when you go out for meals, instead of often drinking alone under the moon.

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he slowly and silently marked a task with a half-check mark in his mind.

This matter is over, but there's more to come.

But at least, the follow-up matters are no longer so urgent.

With his teacher's crisis resolved, all that's left is to drink, make merry, and enjoy romantic evenings...

"Oh, by the way, Ziye, has the trouble you caused before been resolved?" Li Yuanpei quickly asked.

……

After seeing Li Yuanpei off, Fang Ziye sent Han Jingyi a message, asking her to make a note on the page containing the 10th or so item to be recorded, which was related to Yuan Weihong's research project.

"Han Jingyi, you must remember this clearly. A bad pen can't beat a good memory."

"I'm involved in too many things at once, so I need to sort them out one by one. And you're my research assistant, so you absolutely can't let anything go wrong," Fang Ziye instructed.

How did the professors' time disappear? Fang Ziye could only guess before, and never had the chance to understand it in detail.

Now Fang Ziye truly understands that if you have the ability to do things, you really can't finish doing them all.

There are so many things to do in this world, so many meaningful things to do. Every single thing you do will contribute to your growth and to society, but you must clarify a priority.

According to big data statistics, only associate professors are barely qualified to participate in and lead teams.

These are lessons learned from historical experience.

If you can't even reach the simplest 'rank' like associate professor, and you actually end up in Fang Ziye's current position, it could really crush you, or leave you completely breathless.

Either you lack ambition, or you die on the road of constant striving; there is no other choice.

“Okay, Teacher Fang.” Han Jingyi’s answer was very affirmative.

……

After Wu Xuanqi's surgery, he also came to the research area. He turned his head and walked into Fang Ziye's office to boil water and make tea.

He lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Ziye, it's been a long time since I've been this tired. It's not just physical, it's mental too."

"You've been too relaxed for too long. Before, you were always there, so you didn't have to think about too many problems."

Wu Xuanqi's words were quite earnest.

"Brother Qi, have you finished developing that new experimental method for detecting the invasion and metastasis of bone tumors? When will the article be published?"

"The middle of the year is almost over, it's best not to affect the completion of other research groups' projects," Fang Ziye pressed.

"It's been approved, all the way through, now it's just undergoing minor repairs."

"This kind of article must be published in a very high-level journal, so it has to be very rigorous!"

"Moreover, once this article is published, it will definitely attract the attention of countless people, especially some medical device companies. If you cut off some of their core businesses, it's equivalent to making them earn a lot less money." Wu Xuanqi nodded quickly and said.

"By the way, you're the only one who can communicate with me. So you'll have to take the blame for this; I can't handle the aftermath."

The corresponding author is primarily responsible for communication with journal editors and readers, ensuring the accuracy, completeness, and timeliness of the paper. The corresponding author is usually the principal investigator of the project, responsible for funding, design, and quality control, and is both the person responsible for and the beneficiary of the research results.

If someone criticizes a paper, the first target will be the corresponding author. The editorial department will also contact the corresponding author directly to resolve the issue.

After careful consideration, even Wu Xuanqi, Duan Hong, and many professors from the School of Basic Medical Sciences at Tongji Hospital felt they couldn't guarantee the success of this basic experimental method.

I might as well avoid the fishy smell altogether.

"Brother Qi, you're so generous, I feel a little embarrassed," Fang Ziye said with a smile, extending his right hand. He then noticed that his right hand was bandaged with a small splint, so he could only raise his left hand to scratch his head.

"There's nothing I can do about it. Even if I don't want to be extravagant, I can't eat much." "Sigh, working people, working spirit, working people are all superior."

"If you don't work hard today, your position won't be secure tomorrow!"

At this point, Wu Xuanqi grinned and said, "Academician Fang, if one day you think I, Wu, am still of some use, remember to grant me an academician nomination."

Wu Xuanqi's face was now completely plastered with a fawning expression.

Fang Ziye felt rather uncomfortable and touched his nose: "This thing is still a long way off, and it also depends on fate."

The title of academician is not something that can be earned simply by doing good work; it requires opportunity, resources, experience, and so on—all of which are indispensable.

"Then Professor Fang, how can you be so sure that you are not the destined one?" Wu Xuan asked curiously.

"I'm not even eligible to apply for the Excellent Young Scientists Fund, and you're telling me all this..." Fang Ziye rolled his eyes.

Fang Ziye was originally eligible to apply for the Excellent Young Scientists Fund this year; he had already submitted his research proposal. However, Xie Shulan's grandfather pulled a fast one.

This means that Fang Ziye only received his doctoral degree certificate in June of this year, which is now.

"Congratulations, Brother Qi, I saw the list!" Fang Ziye said meaningfully.

Originally, there was one spot for Outstanding Young Scientists in Wuhan that was definitely for Fang Ziye; the National Natural Science Foundation of China had already finalized the list.

Fang Ziye was bombed in April, so his name was replaced by someone else, and it just so happened that Wu Xuanqi replaced Fang Ziye.

Because in a single year, trauma surgery cannot win multiple grants; it can only select the best ones. If Fang Ziye were involved, Wu Xuanqi would not be able to compete in the same year…

Fang Ziye was dismissed, and Wu Xuanqi stood out among the younger generation of trauma surgeons.

"Are you deliberately mocking me?" Wu Xuanqi suddenly looked up.

"Brother Qi, how could you be so cunning? I'm genuinely congratulating you." Fang Ziye clasped his hands slightly, but his right hand, bandaged up, looked unusually clumsy.

"I'll let it slide since you're a patient."

"By the way, Ziye, Professor Zhang Yue's team at West China Hospital has been contacting me recently, saying that you asked them to contact me, right?"

“I’ve been busy with other things and haven’t had a chance to greet you yet. I’m still asking now.” Wu Xuanqi changed the subject again.

Fang Ziye nodded.

"Professor Zhang Yue's subsequent research overlaps with our research on 3D printing materials for bone defects, so Professor Zhang Yue requested to collaborate with our team."

"Brother Qi, you can find the time, right?" Fang Ziye asked.

With too many things to do, Fang Ziye had no choice but to use a colleague from a "brother unit".

Even in the research project he collaborated on with Huashan Hospital, Fang Ziye ranked twenty-fourth in the list of events.

"Can I say I can't pull it out?" Wu Xuanqi's expression was slightly bitter.

“That won’t do, you’re already on the wrong path.” Fang Ziye shook his head vigorously.

Wu Xuanqi is actually a pretty lovable person, but only if you beat him half to death with a stick and then help him up.

Otherwise, it's hard for someone like that to respect you.

Even now, Fang Ziye feels that Wu Xuanqi definitely has the intention to 'get rid of' him.

However, up to now, Wu Xuanqi has been surrounded by Fang Ziye. Most of the things Wu Xuanqi does are related to Fang Ziye, and Wu Xuanqi has only dabbled in what Fang Ziye does, yet he is already feeling somewhat exhausted.

He dare not.

But Wu Xuanqi is a very capable person.

Professor Liu Huanglong once taught Fang Ziye that if you encounter another genius and want to suppress him, you either have to confront him head-on or keep him glued to your side, just like you did with Nie Mingxian, by drawing him over...

However, Fang Ziye chose a different approach than attracting Nie Mingxian, launching the most 'violent' frontal attack on Wu Xuanqi, forcing Wu Xuanqi to join him.

Because he couldn't beat them.

"Sigh... the working soul is the working soul..." Wu Xuanqi began to mutter again.

While Fang Ziye and Wu Xuanqi continued chatting, Nie Mingxian and Liao Jia happened to have some free time to come over and discuss the progress of the next phase of the project with Fang Ziye.

However, Luo Tingzhu, like a timed alarm clock, entered the room and immediately declared in a slightly louder voice, "Senior brother, you need to go to the rehabilitation area for your treatment!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Xuanqi immediately laughed and said, "Oh, I just happened to have something to do and need to go back to my research group."

Nie Mingxian and Liao Jia exchanged a glance. "Brother Liao, let's go see your girlfriend and have a meal together?"

"Ziye, Tingzhu, why don't you two not go?" Nie Mingxian quickly came up with a 'fitting' reason.

He came to invite Fang Ziye to dinner.

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu both shook their heads.

Then Fang Ziye was taken to the rehabilitation department by Luo Tingzhu...

However, after the two entered the rehabilitation group and explained their purpose, Associate Chief Physician Huang Yundong, who was accompanying Professor Ding, immediately became nervous.

He stammered, "Professor Fang, how exactly do you plan to conduct rehabilitation training?"

If it were anyone else, Huang Yundong would definitely have started conducting the physical examination.

However, Huang Yundong dared not come because it was Fang Ziye who arrived.

Which bastard came up with such an inhuman thing that it caused Fang Ziye to get injured?

Professor Pi and Professor Ding from the rehabilitation team dared not grumble about Fang Ziye's rehabilitation level and philosophy.

At the beginning of this year, the head of the rehabilitation group even went to talk to Fang Ziye, but after returning, he didn't say anything, and everyone understood what was going on.

From then on, the rehabilitation team never interfered with Fang Ziye's rehabilitation plan.

The rehabilitation group consists of only two subgroups: Professor Pi's group and Professor Ding's group.

“It’s alright, Dr. Huang, I can do it myself…” Fang Ziye led Luo Tingzhu to the rehabilitation area by himself.

“Okay, Professor Fang, please do as you please. If you need any help, just say it’s electromagnetic therapy and let me know so I can get you on the machine.” Huang Yundong nodded immediately, as if he had successfully sent away a plague god.

“Tingzhu, let me tell you, I’m a professional in rehabilitation, and the rehabilitation plan I designed for myself is the best.” Fang Ziye looked at Luo Tingzhu.

Luo Tingzhu nodded, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes alluring, and her voice sweet and coquettish: "Practice, senior brother."

She just wanted Fang Ziye to be well, not to pressure him about his time.

Fang Ziye thus became a henpecked husband...

……

Time flies, and a week has passed in the blink of an eye.

Sanatorium, research area, academic lecture hall.

Liu Huanglong stood at the very top of the lecture hall, flipping through the PowerPoint presentation with great fanfare, giving his academic report with an air of arrogance.

"After a year of animal experiments and clinical trials by our team, we finally determined a standardized scheme for the transection of microcirculation in the upper and lower limbs two months ago."

"We will not repeat the points we have already made earlier here."

"Initially, we identified five planes for each of the upper and lower limbs, for a total of ten planes, which are the femoral artery and femoral vein within the femoral sheath."

"The femoral artery and great saphenous vein on the front of the thigh. It is recommended to clamp the small saphenous vein and the deep femoral artery in this segment."

“Knee joint segment…” Liu Huanglong spoke with a firm and resolute tone.

He appeared to be facing the crowd, but his gaze, intentionally or unintentionally, was still directed toward the direction where Fang Ziye was.

The reason he dared to hold such a high-profile academic report on hand surgery here this time was mainly due to the research plan given to him by Fang Ziye, which once again put him ahead of his peers nationwide in hand surgery.

Furthermore, many experts in bone tumors have come here specifically to attend academic conferences on hand surgery.

The standardized scheme for the microcirculation cutoff plane of the microcirculation instrument is not only a core technology application in limb transplantation, but will also be one of the key operations in microcirculation chemotherapy for bone tumors in orthopedics.

If even the segments can't be placed properly, there's no point in discussing anything further.

"According to the data statistics of our research group, these cross sections can effectively reset the local microcirculation without causing side leakage or other phenomena."

"Similarly, after establishing arteriovenous access, the systemic circulation throughout the body also functions normally, without increasing the heart's pumping and blood-bearing burden."

"Furthermore, under this microcirculation transection technique, our team has successfully performed multiple cases of persistent infections following flap transplantation, tendon transplantation, and severe local infections in hand surgery."

"In our hand surgery, microcirculation transection is widely used not only in limb salvage surgery, but also in the control and treatment of infection, which has achieved considerable effectiveness."

"Regarding the data and treatment plans related to the infection, Dr. Zhu from our team will report to the experts separately at that time, so I will not go into details here..."

Liu Huanglong spoke at length about the general outline for over two hours; he was incredibly eloquent.

Or rather, Liu Huanglong was trained by his father-in-law to speak for one or two hours without notes, and he could also speak meaningfully and condense appropriately, which is also a kind of ability.

Fang Ziye doesn't even possess such abilities now.

After Liu Huanglong finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted, but Fang Ziye did not offer any applause.

Because his stitches hadn't been removed yet, he only made the clapping gesture, without making any applause.

However, at this moment, Liu Huanglong raised his hand to suppress the applause and said, "I believe that many experts are very concerned about the expansion of the application of our microcirculation transection technique."

"We still have a little time left. We would like to invite Professor Fang from our hospital to give us a brief overview of the potential applications of microcirculation truncation. Please give him a round of applause."

Upon hearing this, thunderous applause erupted once again, and many people even stood up. All eyes, whether actively or passively, shifted to the spot Liu Huanglong was pointing to with his right hand, focusing on Fang Ziye.

At this moment, gazes of respect, admiration, expectation, jealousy, and envy intertwined.

(End of this chapter)